Hello all you fabulous people.
I woke up and immediately noticed three things. I was surrounded by complete darkness; I was unable to speak; (and finally the fucking cherry on the cake) I could not move at all! Plus, for the life of me, I was unable to remember who I was, where I was, and what the bloody hell was happening. Thus, I spent, god only knows how long, trying to remember something; anything!
However, I was only able to catch brief flashes. Someone yelling, "HARRY NO!" Wait...is that my name? Harry?
After that possible revelation, all I remember is a single flash of bright green and what looked like a clean train station. How can I know how a train station looks! I don't think I've ever been in a train station. Not knowing what my name is has become so frustrating.
If there is one thing I have learned so far about my predicament, it is that getting angry solves nothing; other than making me feel a bit better about the whole situation. I had no way to tell how long was passing in this hell hole and so I waited.
It was fucking boring and I had nothing to do except lament my lack of memories. After what felt like a bloody long time, I could hear a faint noise. Instantly, I tried to listen harder to hear what was being said. All I could hear was one word.
"Push" I wondered what my captors meant by that… wait a minute I better not be…well, fuck.
I would not recommend being born to anybody. After living through it, all I can say is that I honestly know why babies cry when they are born. It is the most awful sensation. It was no surprise that I didn't open my eyes for a couple of minutes. Once I did open them, I saw a face looking at me. I was once again subjected to that sensation of what I can only assume was some of my past life's memories.
This time I saw a castle overlooking a lake. A long wooden table with kids both young and old seated all around. Inside a hall which was dressed in red, green, blue and yellow, you could see the night sky on the ceiling. Suddenly, I remembered a name, "Hogwarts". Was that the name of this place?
I was suddenly jarred back to reality when I heard a female voice say, "Look how cute he is". I could only assume this woman was my mother.
A man rubbed my head and said, "He is adorable." Which meant that the male voice I heard was my father. I tried to turn my head to get a good look at him but the way the woman was holding me kept me from moving too much and so I decided to listen.
"Let's call him Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore", said the man. The instant that name was spoken, I saw yet another flash of memories. This time, I saw a man dressed in garish robes, talking at the front of the hall from earlier. This was followed by the same man, standing on an island in the middle of a lake, looking like he was conducting fire from…is that a wand... to keep some faintly humanoid shapes at bay. I suppose that is a wand, but it looks different from how my mind is telling me wands should look. How do I know what a wand is?
Finally, I saw the same man, who I can only assume was Albus, falling from a great height and looking oddly peaceful even in what was clearly death. Does this mean I am this Albus person? This doesn't… feel right is perhaps the best way to describe the feeling. Also, who is that Harry person from earlier? ARGH, WHO AM I!
By the time I had stopped having an existential crisis and had calmed down, the conversation had changed again.
"I agree, he is being rather quiet for a new born baby but let's hope he stays that way", my 'mother' joked.
"Yes, I agree wholeheartedly dear. Let's go home then." My 'father' picked me up. Looking at his face, I saw that there was a huge resemblance between him and the man I saw in my memories.
I wish I knew his and my mother's names, so I didn't have to refer to them as "mother and father". I certainly won't be calling them 'mom' and 'dad', seeing as I was think I had other parents. Then again, I wasn't too sure on that fact either.
Upon leaving the hospital, I was met with quaint houses leading to farmland and a couple of horse drawn carriages. Seeing as my mental image of the outside world told me it should look different from how it did, I realised something must be wrong. I spent the next few minutes, as my "parents" walked and talked, trying to get a clue to where I was and when it was.
Eventually my "parents" passed a news agency. On one of the papers, the words 'Mold-on-the-Wold' were printed. Hmm…I suppose that must be where I am. It must be in the middle of nowhere to have no cars. Now to find the date, August 1st, 1881... WAIT 1881!
I think I passed out due to shock at this point, because when I next opened my eyes, I was in a room I had never seen before. Upon doing a secondary glance, I also realised that I was alone for the moment. Who knows how long this will last?
I immediately tried to sit up but found that I couldn't. Stupid fucking baby muscles! It's at this moment that the full extent of my situation hit me like a ton of bricks. Here I was; a person, no knowledge of who I am, how I got here and, most importantly of all, why I am a baby?!
I realised it would probably be best to lie low and try not to draw attention to myself; to try to remember more of who I am.
Right now, I have been living the life of a baby for a week and the only thing I've learned is how boring it must be for babies. But then again, I suppose most babies aren't like me. However, there was one positive thing about this: I had lots of time to try to remember new memories about who I am.
At this point, I believe that my name is probably 'Harry Potter' and that I am a wizard, judging from some of the stuff I have been seeing. I think I already knew this on some level, because of how calm I was seeing the moving pictures on the newspaper and watching my parents use their wands over the past week. Oh! When I attended that place too…what was it called…oh yes, "Hogwarts", that was its name…from the age of 11. I also saw some memories that weren't as happy, such as some large, fat man; shoving me into a cupboard and yelling at me.
Maybe I am also not doing very well pretending to be a normal baby, as I heard my parents discussing how abnormal I am. "Do you think he is normal, Percival? He never cries and doesn't seem to have much interest in anything around him, like babies are supposed to," my 'mother' would ask worriedly.
"He is fine, dear. He is just clearly smarter than other babies. As he should be, since he is our son; which is why he is not as interested in things around him, like most babies. He knows he is spoiled, so he doesn't need to cry. Isn't that right, my little man," he said as he picked me up.
If only they knew how abnormal I truly was.
I couldn't wait till I could at least crawl, so he doesn't feel the need to pick me up all the time. It gets bloody annoying.
After my parents left the room, I attempted to do some magic. However, my old memories had not returned to the point of knowing how to do magic. Even if they had, I was certain I wouldn't have been able to do anything, anyway, as a baby. I am nothing if not stubborn; at least I think I am… was stubborn.
From the flashes of memories I keep getting, I am sure I was murdered by some nose-less man- snake hybrid; as crazy as that sounds. That still doesn't explain why I am here and I refuse to believe that when we die we all become babies; which must mean there is something special either about me or the way I originally died.
Another thing that sucks about being a baby is that you really can't stay awake for long and already I felt myself falling asleep. The next two weeks passed in a blur. I can now remember most of who I am. Starting with my abusive step-family, all the way up to my third year at Hogwarts. I almost wish I hadn't. It just helps to show how useless I am as a baby.
Being "reborn" as Prof... I mean Albus Dumbledore means that I can make some real change in the Wizarding world, however. I now wish that I knew more about what he did, as a young man, since the only information I truly know is from that chocolate frog card I got in my first year. I can only hope that I learned more about him when I was older and that eventually those memories come back to me.
One week later, my "parents" brought over another baby for a "play date". A fucking play date! Here I am trying to remember important information, when this one-year-old baby chucks a chunk of Lego at me.
Oh, how I wish I could teach him a lesson! Unfortunately, given my current age, the best I could do was burst into tears, which caused my "father" to come rushing into the room.
"What's wrong, son? Did you hurt yourself," my "father" asked, completely ignoring the other baby. Whom, I could swear, was trying to act innocent. I didn't even have enough control over my body to point at him to attempt to tell my "father" what happened; to get me out of there. So, he eventually he left the room after making sure I was okay.
Sealing me in, yet again, behind the insurmountable barrier that was the door with that child from hell, who once again chucked a Lego at me! Thus, I did the most aggressive thing I could do as a baby, which was death stare the shit out of him for a second. I thought it had worked, as he paused, however, that hope was dashed as he went back to chucking Legos at me. I did the closest thing a baby could do to a sigh I knew this was going to be a long day.
Finally, that bastard of a child has left. I wonder if he is somehow going to end up being related to the Dursley. I will remember his name, Frest Rockweld, to have a look when I get closer to my time-period. From what I have seen in my memories, Albus is still alive when the original 'me' was alive, which is still just over 100 years away.
Yes! After 7 months, I had finally learned how to crawl! It was about fucking time! Now I had a bit more freedom and didn't require someone to carry me everywhere. My parents have decided that a mere week after I learned to crawl I was ready to have a babysitter look after me while they went to work. From what I heard them talking about, they both missed quite a bit of work to look after me.
I still didn't know what they did for a living. I spent the next few months talking to my babysitter, who was a wealth of information on Hogwarts and the Wizarding world in general.
On my First birthday, I was given a load of boring baby toys; which I had to pretend to play with so as not to appear suspicious. However, once my parents left for their job and my new babysitter fell asleep, I stopped. The following week after my birthday, I found myself able to speak. I realised, completely by accident, when I was silently yelling at my "father", and the word 'dog' slipped out.
My father called my mother in, "He just spoke his first word; can you believe it!"
"What did he say?" she asked.
"Dog," My father replied.
"I wonder if he wants one," they both turned to look at me, "Do you want a dog Albus?" I looked at them with the most unimpressed look I could and said, "No thanks".
Both my parents were quite surprised at my grasp of the English language, however, I made sure that after that incident to keep it simple when around them.
And thus, the next three months passed before, at dinner, my parents dropped something I had been expecting for a while, "Albus how would you feel about a brother," my mum asked softly, while my dad listened to the conversation intently. A couple of days before my parents asked me, I remembered some new facts about Albus. He had had a brother and a sister; however, I couldn't remember anything more about them than that.
"Sounds good. Why," I said to my mum. She and my dad shared a look before he turned back to me and said, "Well, son, your mother is having a baby boy. But I want you to know that doesn't mean we won't love you as well".
I almost choked on my dinner. They were worried that I would think they didn't love me. They aren't even my real fucking parents! Well, to be fair, they are more real than my actual parents were; since all I ever saw of them was a couple of photographs, the Priori Incantatum anomaly in the graveyard, and my dad being a bully in Snape's memory. So, when I take that all into account, they aren't too bad.
Instead of verbally ripping them a new one, I just looked them in the eyes and said, "Yes, I know you will still love me." So, that is how they broke the news of my brother to me…I wonder how long till they announce my sister.
Over the next 9 months, a couple of interesting things happened. First, my second birthday came and went. My parents still weren't giving me any interesting presents, like a wand or spell books. I mean, is it too much to ask that they give a baby a book on dangerous curses? Secondly, I performed my first bit of accidental magic, which consisted of lifting a toy up (very impressive I know).
My brother's birth was drawing closer. The current estimate was about a week. I still couldn't remember what his name was; stupid temperamental memory.
I also learned how to walk, which gave me even more freedom. I had to deal with the living-terror that was Frest Rockweld coming over for MORE FUCKING PLAYDATES! That had me just a tad angry, having to put up with him. All too soon, I found myself waiting in a midwife's cottage; the same one I was born in apparently. All I can say is that compared to modern hospitals, this hut must have been full of germs and diseases. To top it all off, it stinks. I don't know if it has always smelled like this and I was just too immersed in trying to work out what was happening, or if it is a new smell. Either way, I must have looked slightly like a Malfoy; sitting in a chair all stiff-backed with my lip curled in mild disgust.
Both to help tune out the agonised screams coming from the room and the horrible stench, I thought about what happened to me; except this time, more specifically, my effect on the timeline. It is interesting. Have I changed the timeline significantly already, simply by being me, or will it stay roughly the same? If I had to guess, I would already say I have changed it significantly, simply by not acting how Albus would have. Which means, even if more of my memories come back saying more about his life, it won't be much use to me, except for a rough guideline. However, this also helps me, because I don't have to follow some sort of script for what I need to do. I can do what I think is best!
I was jerked back to my present location by one final scream coming from inside the room. It turns out that was only my mother's final scream, as not long afterwards, we heard a baby's piercing cry. I couldn't help but feel sorry for it; knowing what it feels like.
My father rushed over to the door and ran inside. Meanwhile, I followed at a more sedated pace. Upon entering the room, the baby's head turned to look at me and I couldn't help but smile at him. Instantly, I felt hope that I could and would make the future a better place.
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