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World Divergence: Zero - Potterverse

Prologue

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Every story has a beginning, as well as an end. Some even have continuity. It's always there, they're always there. Even if some story do not start with a beginning.

Shitty philosophy, I don't even understand it myself.

My name isn't that important, at least for both of us-you and me. Because a dying man need no small talk nor introduction.

As far as I can remember, my not-quite-short life wasn't full of sunshine. Oh, it wasn't full of misery or suffering either. It's just that I, quite often, picked up the less-wrong choice.

Not the right, not the wrong, but the less-wrong one. Mathematically speaking: neither ten nor negative ten, I often picked up negative one instead.

Not quite bad I'd say, but not quite right either.

Because ten times negative one is equal negative ten. The shit was...accumulating.

Seriously, it wasn't that bad, until the metaphorical dam full and broke. There's no agony or something, just the fact that the entire world crumbled in front of me.

No illness, no tragedy, no dramatic music, and my not-quite-satisfying life came to an end.

This nameless man, who had yet engraved his name on history's pages, ended his adventure on this world, none shall remember his name bar select few, none shall grieve nor be overjoyed bar select few.

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The buzzing sound of crowd brought me into the mortal realm. Opening my eyes, I saw an owl pecked me, tried to give me something.

Hogwarts acceptance letter.

Why did it seem so familiar? I didn't really understand, my head's more than a little fuzzy.

I didn't exactly remember what happened or how it could happened that way. By the time I got semblance of awareness back, the one introduced me as Madam (or Professor) Hooch had paid for my room at Leaky Cauldron after finished guiding me in getting school supplies.

What the fuck just happened?

I took a look at a wooden stick in my pocket. It was crafted in such shape that one could properly grip it on a hand. A…wand?

'Lumos', light, lit, or whatever it was. A random thought that suddenly passed on my mind. It's merely a thought, an image of...light. However, I felt a slight pull inside my chest and the wooden stick's tip lit by a ball of light.

Wait a minute!

Wooden stick. A wand!? A fucking wand!?

Rush of memories came. Hogwarts. Acceptance letter. Hooch. Leaky Cauldron. Diagon Alley. Gringotts. Ollivander.

Holy shit! This is Potterverse; the world of Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Can't-Fucking-Die, and his nemesis, The Bald Lord, He-Who-Has-No-Nose, Voldemort.

I don't know whether I was lucky or fucked.

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The rest of summer passed quickly. I, as a faithful follower of 'war preparation is one of the most important things to ensure victory', took some odd jobs.

Why? Because I got no money.

Hooch paid for my entire stay time and food expenses in Leaky Cauldron, but she left me without any pocket money. This world, like any other, revolved around money. Money was an important and universal resource.

Money. And power.

I helped Tom, the barman, on some jobs; dish-washing, table-cleaning, and such. In return he gave me some pocket change and taught me some household charms.

I also practice three popular spells in my free time, lumos charm, leviosa charm, and summoning charm. Wandless if necessary. The first two were useful for getting used to feel my magic. The third?

Useful to get non-magical mundane British currency. They are scattered through every corners of London. I gathered enough of them to buy several books -empty books-, blank papers, and some pens. It'd be useful later.

Knowledge is power, lots knowledge means lots of power.

Being mundane in origin, and not used in class-related stuffs, other students would ignore my books. My future research notes for me to survive.

Knowledge is power, power guarantees survival.

And finally September 1st, the D-day, came. Here goes nothing.

I packed up, said goodbye to Tom, and head to the station.