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"Are you serious!?" How irritating.

"No I'm Severus." I drawled back.

They were my historic first words spoken in this new, convoluted existence I find myself within.

My first view was the equally memorable sight of "dickhead one" (he doesn't deserve the capital letter) and "butt-bitch the mutt" (likewise undeserving of the proper noun), gaping like the giant cunts they were.

Honestly, these two twats are everything wrong with puberty personified.

Spots anoint thy face like ruby jewels and you quack like the Queens swans themselves my dears! Oh Lords of farts so fragrant your august stench is to much for this humble wizard, please grace those more worthy... not.

Even as my inner monologue drabbled freely, the twosome were still and cold as my stone, dead heart. At this point their silent gaping was getting a bit disturbing, it almost as if they are expecting something to fly in.

If so...

"You should really be on you knees if you want to catch cock effectively." I advise helpfully, their upper cunts were far to high far anyone save maybe Haggrid... purge.

Swishing away with a flap of my robe I let my body take over.

I am confused. That is an understatement. Frankly I am still half convinced I'm of my tits on drugs. However stating what I know is helpful. That I am confused I am sure off, there's scant else of that; surety.

After all it's barely been a minute since I've become self-aware.

I would continue with the possibly vital self-reflection, which would be the smart thing, but my lanky strides have already navigated to the dorms.

Sinking further into autopilot, my body recited the password and practically glided through the common-room. Everything was far to ethereal for me to process properly.

The carpet too soft, the walls too large, the air to thick...

My room door opened without me even touching it but my mind was too tired to rise to the bait.

The door shut behind me, like magic. Heh. For a moment I stood still. Simply resting on my heels... My eyes threaten to fold... I realise I am so very, very tired.

A single room, a singe bed, a table, parchment sprawled, a set of draws, a chest...

My room. My bed. My table. My parchment. My draws. My chest.

An invisible weight falls on me.

So tired...

My throat is parched.

Legs like lead shuffled towards respite.

My sight tearing.

With a flop my view was engulfed by a feather stuffed pillow.

The sensations were muffled by my robes, but even then everything felt like it was encased in dry mucus...

I eyes weighted shut, my head started to throb.

So tired...

Everything went dark.


...

...

Awakening was a dull, needlessly extended experience.

The air was neither cold, thus leaving me to seek warmth in my blankets, nor was it warm, thus leaving me to snuggle; it was in fact, the perfect temperature for waking up.

However it was sheer laziness that kept me.

Well... that and a minor existential crisis.

I want to cry, but no tears come out.

Just another Saturday.

I really do want, nay need to cry though. Not of sadness or pain but as a simple release of stress.

His, my, our, My world has changed.

And it was all compressed, sorted and stored in one night.

I still need to catch up. I think my body is in shock or something.

"The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak...?"

A strange inverse of the phrase, but I guess that's what happens when you throw magic in the mix.

... Eh...

Still tangled in my sheets and robes, I let my new eyes wander the dark absently.

I am no longer me, he is no longer he.

Strange I refer to old me as me still.

Old me is no more, the memories are still there yes, but it is now merely data, archived away. That is someone else. He is gone. Dead for all intents and purposes.

I did not simply transmigrate, I reincarnated in the most literal sense. I went through Samsara and was purified so to speak.

However likewise so did the old Severus.

He... I am unsure if I killed him or not but he too is no more. Dead for all intent and purpose.

He to is data, archived away...

I can feel my brow furrow in concern. I have to consciously drive my thought away from the guilt of possibly killing a child.

For now, it would not do on dwelling on such things.

For now.

I... I however am completely new.

I am a balance.

"Old me" holds dominant in thought process and personality but there is a bit of Serverus mixed in.

To balance this out, I am in Severus's body and have no Identity but Severus.

I no longer recall names from my past reincarnation. The names of things yes, the names of countries yes, but there is absolutely no memory of people's names. Or rather those names have been purified from me.

My name, my families names, the Prime-Minister's name, the President's name, the so-called Author of this reality's name... None.

Emotion wise we are split equal (I think) however there are far less things here to provoke a strong emotional response from old me than there is old Severus, thus it will be mostly Severus's leftover emotions I will be regulating. Or at least until I build connections and perspectives of my own.

I flopped over in my bed so I face the ceiling.

I am, in some ways, balanced out, but I'm still a mess.

I attempt to run my hand through my hair but all I get is a limp smack on the forehead.

God I'm a mess...

My eyes shut and I focus on my breathing.

It's shallow and quite, same as old me.

We both breath. We're both human. We both have a dick. We both have black hair. We're not so different him and I.

Except he has magic. I just had a magic cock.

Sure. Except from that.

... Ugh.

I need Occularmancy.

My stomach Growled, with a capital G.

I need food.

It was that that finally got me out of bed.


AN: To get me back into writing.

Please do tell me what you think, especially what tone Sev is setting. Despite writing it I'm not sure how he comes across to readers. I have my own thoughts which "taint" my view on my characters, I would like an outside perspective.

Chapter is short for now, and will probably remain so for a while. Or at least while I'm working through this nitty-gritty introduction stuff.

Also what do you think of this drabble format writing style? Put you off? Like it? Not bothered?

Do tell if there is any typo's or whatever, but for now.

Thanks for reading.