Author's note: Hey guys, I'm a huge newbie in this writting thing but this idea has been plaguing me for so long that I coud not wait any longer for someone else to come up with it, so here we are. There are many stories about people of our world getting reincarnated in to Harry Potter but this one that I've come up with It's very different, at least I hope so. I warn you that English isn't my first language so if you see any serious gramatical mistakes please warn me and I'll do my best to improve upon it. Without further ado here is the first chapter ;D.

"This"-talking

"This" – thinking

This- flashback

1-st Arc: "Prologue: Messed up endings"

Chapter I

July 13th, 1976.

London Luton airport, United Kingdom.

7:00 a.m.

I had gotten into the first plane from Ireland to London right after hanging up.

RIIIING! RIIIING! RIIIING!

"Yes?"

"Hello, this is William Baley from Royal London Hospital, am I talking to Mr. Blake?"

"Yes, that's me. How did you contact me? I don't give my home number to anyone"

"Well, yours was the only number that Ms. Moody had wrotten down in case of an emergency happe…"

"What?! Did something happen to her?!"

"…"

"Hello?"

"She is dead."

"… dead?"

"I'm afraid so. I know this is very sudden Mr Blake but it has been more than 24 hours since her death and no one has claim her body yet…"

Arriving at the airport I coudn´t help but laugh hollowly at how grim the weather looked, the clouds hiding the sun, casting an erie light all over the place, while small water drops kept falling from the sky…

"The heavens must be grieving with me. What a shitty day"

This actually was my first visit to the country, and would be the last at the rate things were going.

Lightning myselve a cigarrette, I started to think about my litle sister and how we´d never have a chance to meet face to face ever again.

Cassidy Arabella Moody, my childhood friend, the most caring and loving person that Salem´s orphanage ever had, and the only one I ever considered family, had died. I was her big brother and she was my lil sis. I´d taken care of her for years, protecting her from bullies, passing her portions of my food (the orphanage wasn´t rich); while she instead would heal my wounds, cover for me when I went into town to picpocket some money for us, you know, what a normal orphan would do (not really). For some reason, the other orphans always looked at us as if we were some kind of freaks and tried to find trouble with us everyday. They´d refer to us as the witch and her minion because of the weird things that had been happening around Cassidy. Things like turning people´s hair pink when angry, making books fly through windows; they even said that she had been flying above the orphanage at night! I couldn´t have cared less about that, she still was my sister (and those tricks were pretty amusing anyway).

On the morning of March 16th 1968, we were celebrating her eleventh birthday in the attic of the orphanage. I, being 15 already, had gotten a job at an Italian restaurant in which I would work after school was over. I,with the money that I'd been saving for the last 3 months, had prepared her an incredible birthday party, with cake, candles and all that jazz. I even had a present for her! A beautiful silver pendant with a picture of both of us making funny faces at the camera. We were having the time of our lives but as everything that is good in life, it had to come to an end.

"Cassidy Arabella Moody! Come down this instant!" The old voice of the matron interrupted.

"Uoh! What did you do this time Cass? Did you turn Jimmy Douglas into a toad or something?"

"No! I haven´t done any wierd stuff today, I swear! And I´m tired of telling you that I dont turn people into toads Mars, I´m no witch!" She told me while kicking my leg.

"Alright, alright! No need to get so riled up about it geez! Though it would be kind of cool, you know, being a witch"

"Just don´t say it with people around, who knows what they´d do if they thought I was one"

"CASSIDY!" Interrupted, again, the voice of the matron.

"Geez! I´m coming!"

"I wonder what that old cow would want from you…" I murmured to myself in a small voice.

When we went down the stairs, we found the matron at the entrance hall of the orphanage, but she wasn't the only one there that night. A very peculiar man was with her. Although the guy seemed to have a lot of vigor, the lines of stress on his face were easily seen. He couldn´t be older than 40, with a dirty mane of auburn hair that arrived till his shoulders and as many scars on his face as I have teeeth. Though his countenance made him look very stern, a small smile had appeared on him when his eye landed on Cassidy. Yes eye! The guy had freaking pirate patch on his left eye!

"Mars, you are the best! You even brought a real life pirate to my birthday!"The litle girl said, with stars in her eyes.

I didn´t manage to stop the light blush that appeared on my face."Erm…"

"You litle fools! Who do you think this person is, ah?! He is a war veteran, a hero! Behave yourselves!" the old she-witch screeched like a vanshee.

""Yes!"" Our two scared voices said at the same time.

"Forgive them Mister Moody, this two troublemakers do not know any better."

We could not help but flinch at the loud laught that came from the stern man.

"HAHAHAHA! It's no trouble, though I mus say this is the first time someone has called me that! Usually they dont have the courage to say that to my face. You sure got some guts missy!" The war veteran said, while a huge grin broke on his face.

I had started to get worried about Cassidy, everyone knew how free her mouth could run and the trouble that it always brought. I let a sigh of relief escape my mouth when he finished and a smile appeared on my face too.

Blushing very deeply the idiot said "A pirate would have been cooler…"

Smacking my face, I groaned deeeply, while the veteran chuckles loudly once again.

"Wait…" I thought aloud "Did you say Moody?"

"That's right lad! Alastor Madeye Moody, at your service" he said loudly.

"For not being a pirate you sure talk like one. And what´s that weird accent of his? He obviously isn´t from around here,English most likely."

At this Cassidy´s eyes widened like dinner plates"What?! Moody? I'm a Moody too! Are you my dad? My cousin? Although you look more like a grandfather to me…"

With every word Marcus´s face got more and more red, " Idiot! Stop and think what you say before opening your mouth!"

At her words, a sad smile appeared at Moody´s face"No litle lady, your father, rest in peace, was my brother. He and your mother left you here because at the time England was not very safe for our family, even less for an infant. I´d love to tell you more but we should first go somewhrere where we could have some privacy, if you do not mind miss Crawford…"

"Of course! Marcus, go clean your room! I bet it is an incredible mess up there."

"No!" Cassidy screamed firmly "Marcus is family! He stays here!"

At this, Alastor raised an eyebrow "Really now?"

"Yes! He´s always been there for me, you know? Protecting me from the mean guys and covering for me when the weird stuff happens! He even bought me a present! See?" She said proudly, showing her pendant to Alastor.

"I see… Do you trust him?" Moody said with a serious face.

"With my life!" Cassidy said firmly.

"GOOD!" Moody said, a huge grin breaking his face "Come along then lad! If my niece puts so much trust in you I will as well. Let´s get some lunch somewhere."

"Sure…" I murmured a bit awkwardly but glad that Cassidy thought that of me.

As we kept walking across the streets of salem a comfortable silence fell on us, that was soon broken by Moody.

"So, I´ve heard from the matron that some strange things have been happening around you theese last years, girlie, things that you coudn't explain."

"Yes… you don´t think I'm a freak too, right?" Cassidy said with a mellow voice.

"Of course not! I'd been worried if nothing had been happening around you!"

"What do you mean sir?" I asked.

"What I mean is that normally the young ones of our kind will have various attacks of accidental magic when they turn seven, and stop having them when their magic core stabilizes at the age of 11…"

"Our kind?" The litle girl wondered.

"That´s right, us wizards and witches."

"Ha! See? I knew you were a witch! How awesome is that?" I said smugly to Cass with a roguish smirk.

"Whatever, as if a normal person would think that."

"Who wants normal? If evreyone was like that, We´d be bored to death!"

"Well said lad! It´s very hard to see mugles like you theese days." Moody comented.

"Mugles?" "Is he calling me names now? What a weird guy." The boy thought.

"That´s what us, wizarding folk, call people with no magic cores."

Soon we arrived at our destination an incredibly poor looking pub with a floating board with the name The Tipsy Cow, written in gold, though it seemed as if the owner of the bar had been drinking while making the sign, even a 3 year old could do better! I had to admit that the statue of a cow flying around the bar with a mug of beer and a drunken happy face was pretty cool What I couldn´t put heads or tails about was how could they get away with all the magic they were showing in the midle of Salem, with so many crowds passing by.

"Marcus, even if you are seing an Antique Shop, this is actually the restaurant I was telling you about, damn strong anti-mugle wards they have, theese americans…"

"What are you talking about? I can see the restaurant" I said to him with a confused look.

At this remark Madeye frowned at me, when suddenly he raised his patch!

I didnt understand at the time why he would want me to see his hollow eye, but instead of that…

"Excuse me mate, need to go through"

"Oh, sorry man, go ahead!" Aaah… I needed to stop spacing out and get this business over with. Throwing the cancer stick away, I went to the sidewalk and called a car.

"Taxi!" As the scream left my mouth, a black old looking Austin FX3 screeched it´s tires while stopping in front of me.

Looking at the driver´s window weirdly, I got on the passenger´s seat and told the cabby the directions to the hospital.

"Hey, good morning, look, I need you to take me to Whitechapel street as quick as you can"

"Oh! A yankee! Don't see much of your folk around here mate."

"Whatever, just take me there please."

"Yes, yes, on it. So, you visiting some old friend?"

"Something like that..."

So what do you guys think? Originally I had more written down but I ended up shortening since for the first chapter It was a bit too long. Please keep in mind that this is a reincarnation fic, and this is the Prologue arc. so there will be a few chapters before we arrive at the main plotline (2 or 3 more, depends in how long they are and how satisfied I am with the backround of my main character). The OCs that have appeared so far are Marcus Blake(MC) and Cassidy Calleum Moody. Anyways, please leave some reviews if you enjoyed it (or not) and let me know where you are dissastified. Thank you! ;D.