Chapter 1
"Why are you always late Noah?" Alexander asked.
While looking half asleep he replied "Shut up you"
Alexander and his brother Noah were in a taxi heading for school while suddenly-
"Turn! " Alexander yelled at the driver as a truck was heading uncontrollably at their car, the driver was already turning the wheel as far as he could, this was the last Alexander saw before he blacked out from the shock of the truck colliding with them.
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Vernon Dursley was in his own opinion an remarkable example of how proper people should be, he lived in a nice house, worked hard for his family, and he also pays his taxes, his wife bless her was also a proper person, he was also very proud of his son, a spitting image of himself, sadly he couldn´t say the same for his wife´s nephew, the boy was dumped on their family after his damn parents went and got themselves killed by some terrorist. The boy in question was currently sleeping in, so he himself was about to graciously wake up him.
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"Boy, get your ass out of bed right now!".
I abruptly woke up from the sudden sound, still somewhat groggy I realize that I have no idea where I am.
Suddenly the sound of someone banging hard on the door resounded trough the small room.
"Are you listening? Get your ass out here now!" could be heard from the other side of the door.
Scared and not wanting to further anger the stranger I quickly get out of bed and run towards the door. Opening the door, I see a red-faced middle-aged man.
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"Who are you?" I asked angered and confused.
The man seemingly not knowing how to reply angrily sputtered a few curses after which he walked away, but not before yelling at me to hurry up
After making sure that the rude man was really gone, I went back inside the room.
As I returned to the room where I waked up I quickly scan the room before stopping at a mirror, in the mirror there is a young boy, not expecting someone else I quickly turn around.
Behind me I could see no sign of anyone else, looking back at the mirror I realize that the boy in the mirror follows my movements, shocked I realize that the boy in the mirror is me.
After taking a closer look at his(my) face I could see an old lightning bolt scar on my forehead, shocked again at the recognizable scar I pinch myself, feeling the pain I realize my situation, after probably dying in that previous car crash. I've somehow transmigrated into the 4-5-year-old body of Harry Potter.