Chapter1:– a baby?
Key: "Speech", 'Thoughts'
Warning: Gender-shift, mild swearing
I grinned as I posted the last chapter of my story. I had been working on it for 3 months. It was a time travel one where Harry was sent back to his first year to redo it again. I switched off my laptop and gazed at the clock. It was 9:30pm. I decided to go to bed early so I wouldn't be late for work tomorrow. I quickly locked my flat and got into bed. I started thinking about my next story and eventually fell asleep dreaming about it.
After a few hours I blinked as I opened my eyes. It was still dark so I sat up to see what had disturbed me. As I turned to the right I froze in terror as I found a gun inches away from my eyes. I quickly glazed up to see who was pointing it at me. A man about six feet tall with a black mask tied to his face was staring at me. I could only see his eyes which were icy blue in color. They had a mad glint which scared me even more than the gun pointed at me.
Suddenly time seemed to slow down as I watched him pull the trigger back and a small bullet speed towards me; as it connected my world turned black. It feels strange as I can still think properly and feel my surrounding but I can't see or hear anything. I seem to be floating in some kind of liquid bubble.
What is happening?
If I am dead I should not feel anything like this right?
Is this death? It certainly is strange.
Am I not going to hell or heaven?The later is possible but the former I don't think so as I am not evil or as far as I know I didn't make any huge mistakes that would cause me to go there.
After a long time I started feeling like I am moving, bumping into the walls of the liquid bubble I seemed to be in.
Argh what is this place? I don't even seem to have control of my own body.
It's like I am a doll stuffed inside some liquid bubble….. wait a minute.. it can't be.. can it? WHAT THE BLOODY HELL AM I DOING IN A WOMB? I screamed mentally.
After what seemed like a long time during which I started using more of my senses as time passed like smell, sound (I could hear different sounds which were a little muffled but soon became familiar) and I sometimes also gulped the amniotic fluid I am in, which tasted different every time, some were good and some I didn't like at all; I am being squeezed pretty hard and pushed down.
Finally! I am going to born or is it reborn? Whatever. If someone heard me now, they would think I have gone around the bend. Well they have to deal with it then, as I can't help my thoughts when I find myself in this ridiculous situation.
I have even become a prodigy at talking to myself. Great! Just great I say!
It's not like I have anything else to do here except move blindly or gulp down that revolting liquid even if it tasted good. The most interesting part of this whole experience is that I now know what it is like to grow in a womb.
It went on like that for some time before it got even worse when I got stuck. But it was nothing compared to what came next. I felt as if I am being literally pushed through a straw.
Ow,ow, ow. It hurts like hell.
And then I was released. Now I understand why babies cry so much after being born. And I did the same that all babies do. I screamed and cried all my frustration, anger, hurt and whatever I felt after finding myself in this ridiculous situation. I must have got some powerful lungs as my screams were loud even to my own ears.
After I exhausted all my negative emotions I calmed down and opened my eyes. The first thing I noticed is I can't see anything. Everything in front of me was a washed out blur like it is when I remove my glasses. Then I smelled it- the disinfectant, medical smell that was ever present in hospitals.
I am then lifted into the air effortlessly by someone in a blue grown or dress (I can't make out anything else) and place in someone else hands which were too soft to be a males.
As the person holding me pulled me closer to her, I can see her face clearly. She looked like a British women with an aristocratic face which was tired and sweaty at present, pale white skin, curly light brown hair which was messy and stuck to her forehead because of the sweat and steely dark brown eyes but they instantly warmed with love when they met my own.
"Hello my little man, I am your mama" She whispered in a soft soothing voice and I instantly felt calm… That is until the words sunk in.
LITTLE MAN? DOES THAT MEAN I AM A BOY?
'Of course it is you stupid', commented my logical mind.' And isn't it what you always wanted to be?' It continued.
Yeah but..
I stopped as I can't find anything to support my claim about not wanting to be a boy. Ever since I was little, I used to wish I was a boy having had to grow up in a culture where male domination is very high. But as I grew up I realized that it was never going to happen and just accepted it. And when I reached my teens I noticed that I liked both men and women but I never acted on it, deciding on being single for the rest of my life. There wasn't anyone to try to change my decision as my parents had been murdered by some of their business rivals or you could say enemies when I was only eight and I have been living in an orphanage since then as I didn't have any other relatives.
As I refocused on the women in front of me who happened to be my new mother I hear her whisper," Do you want to meet Dada and your big sister?"
I let out a cooing noise I heard babies do as if to say ok. She smiled brightly at that and beckoned someone over.
I hear heavy footsteps enter the room, and soon two people came into my view. It was a man who was tall, firmly built, slightly overweight with somewhat messy brown hair and a childlike grin. He was holding a child who was about four or five years old. The girl had odd violet eyes and NEON PINK HAIR?
My eyes widened when I realized who she was… It can't be. Can it? My life seems to get weirder and weirder as the minutes passed. First being killed, finding myself in a womb, being reborn as a boy and then this.
I am the little bother of Nymphadora –don't- call- me- that- Tonks who happened to be a fictional character in a book.
I was brought back to the earth by the sound of a child's voice which was a little high pitched for my ears and made me whimper.
"Mummy, he is so tiny", The child who I identified as Tonks said.
"Nymphadora! Keep your voice down. His ears are very sensitive at present as he is a baby," whisper scolded Mum who happened to be Andromada Tonks nee Black and continued in a softer tone," Yes he is, as he is only a few minutes old and don't worry he will become bigger in a few months. In fact you were smaller than him when you were born."
I am a little startled when I realize how easily I accepted her as my Mum. But I didn't ponder on it much as I knew that my parents from my previous life wouldn't want to think that I am replacing them. I knew that they would be happy for me from what I remember about them. Anyway it could have been worse, I shudder to think what I would have done if I am born to the Malfoy's or Lestranges or worse Voldemort. I think I can happily accept the Tonks' as my family any day compared them.
My Dad, Edward Tonks looked into Mum's eyes and said "He's perfect". He said those words with such warmth and sincerity that I instantly knew that he will be a great Dad. There was so much love in his voice, I felt warm and safe for the first time since my parents died.
"He is, isn't he?" said Mum in the same tone. "So, what do you want to name him?"
Dad looked at me for a moment before smiling as he said," Alexander, Alexander Theodore Tonks"
"It's beautiful" Mum said as she smiled at me. I gurgled my agreement as I reached out my hand (which I noticed was very tiny, pink and chubby) and took a fistful of her brown curls. I have always liked curly hair but my own was too silky for my liking and when I tried to curl them, they wouldn't sit properly.
"Oh no Mister you will leave my hair alone," whispered Mum as she carefully balanced me with one hand and cupped my hand in hers and gently pried it away. I gurgled as I tried to reach it again which made Tonks and Dad laugh. Calling your big sister Tonks when it also happens to be your new last name is weird. Well what isn't. Everything in my life is weird including myself I guess. Anyway, I will have to find her a nickname which wouldn't make her angry. I don't want to be hexed or cursed by an angry female, thank you very much.
"Hahaha Dromeda, He seems to take after me and Dora," chuckled Dad as he disappeared from my view with Tonks and I could hear a chair being pulled.
"Oh Merlin, Please help me," pleaded Mum as she looked at the ceiling as if praying to a higher dainty. As I played with her hair which I had grabbed again, I noticed something strange about this body.
There was something warm flowing inside my body. It felt like it was just under my skin ready to burst out at any moment. It isn't uncomfortable or anything but rather soothing.
Is this magic? Cool.. but why am I so sensitive to it? There wasn't anything mentioned in the book about this. Is it just that I know how it feels like to have no magic before this…?
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