There was a flash and a loud boom, the next moment it was all dark. A whispering voice spoke to me in a way I couldn't quite comprehend, but I knew it was soothing. Before I could question what was happening, or remember the moments before, I woke up in a dark and cramped place.

Am I dead? Or just kidnapped?

This was very similar to my view of death, just less comfortable free floating, and more cramped feeling of something being off. I tried my best to remember how I got in here, but the memories wouldn't come. So instead I focused on my sense of self and what I did remember.

Out of my memories I remember how I went with my brother on a trip to the mountains. Very relaxing for my spirit and releases a lot of stress. After we got to the mountains though, I don't remember anything. That can't ever be good. I've always hated forgetting things, it's a pain.

My spirit felt stronger though. Like the comforting hum and warmth my soul gives me when I focus on it was stronger and easier to obtain. I can bet I could control it better now.

Interesting.

But I could, unfortunately, still feel a physical body. That couldn't be good.

So, I'm still alive?

I sat up and hit my head on Something. It hurt but through practice, of not Liking people knowing when stuff is up, I stayed Silent. Silent, and alive, alive, but with an oddly smaller and stranger body. My eyes began to adjust a little as I attempted to get my bearings by studying the shadows and feels.

Oh, my fucking God! Why couldn't I just be dead!

I was on a tiny cot, wedged in a place with a sloped ceiling, wearing what I assumed were hand-me downs and, it was blurry actually. I have 2020 vision. Blurry is not in my vocab, or shouldn't be. I was smaller, but that wasn't even the icing on the cake. The really odd feeling from earlier that I now am noticing a bit more. Investigating it caused my eye to twitch a little.

I'm going to rip the head off an inter-dimensional being.

My investigation has brought me to conclusions. I'm under stairs, I think I'm eleven, I'm skinnier than an anorexic teenage girl, and I'm now a boy.

Please Cthulhu don't be messing with me here.

Very calmly I let my hand go to my forehead. After feeling a specific scar like feel I cane to one conclusion.

I'm Harry bloody potter.