002 / MC discovers his new identity.

It was probably a few weeks after I came out of my new mother's womb that I could make sense of words said by other people again. They were speaking English, but it was not similar to English spoken by where I was from. The words they spoke had a posh twang in them and were spoken as if they were from a period drama. But after enough observation, using my infant ears, I deduced that I was still British in some way.

My primary caretaker was an elegant-looking lady who was addressed as Madam Polly by people who visited me regularly. She tried breastfeeding me in the beginning, but after suffering the humiliation of it in my mind, I started crying every time I saw her trying to do so. I created a racket so huge that she stopped only after trying a few times and then procured an old bottle-like thingy with a nipple. I was pretty sure it wasn't made of plastic. Still, my hunger forced me to suck greedily on it every time I was presented with it at regular intervals.

The most baffling thing about my existence was a strange creature that assisted my nanny, Madam Polly, in taking care of me and keeping my nursery clean. I started recognizing it was some other creature than a human child when I entered my 2nd month of existence. This creature was called Kint or elf by Madam Polly and it usually snapped its fingers whenever I made a mess in my cloth nappy or general mess, as babies tend to do that a lot, even unknowingly. I wasn't in control of my body, so I had a solid excuse for making a mess.

My nursery where I was kept had a captivating ceiling with glowing stars making formations on it. I was able to see these formations somewhat clearly when I entered my 4th month of existence. Before that, I could only make out the faces of people who held me close as well as my toys, which were soft and fluffy and looked like snakes and unicorns. I couldn't understand the concept of time but I could surely tell when Madam Polly called me little master and declared how old I was every week while talking to people visiting me.

One thing was sure, I was not in the world I left behind. This world had strange servant creatures, old-fashioned cribs and furniture, and heavy bottles and clothes. I can't forget the white nightgown thingy I was always made to wear but who, where, when, why still eluded me.

As I didn't have anything to do, I tried my best to control my body. Be it turning, crawling, babbling, unwanted crying, or anything. It was my primary goal for now. My baby body made me sleep for most of the time, cry other times, or poop and pee. My motor functions weren't available to me yet and I couldn't even lift my head, so I started to get lost in my mind. I used to meditate in my old life, so I knew how one felt when lost in meditation. I felt different while meditating in this tiny baby body. I felt some sort of current flowing through my veins other than my blood. I had never felt so before in my old life, so according to logic, I concluded after observing and feeling a flowing current that it must be in blood or my veins somehow. My blood was full of some sort of power but it was very faint. Only my somewhat adult mind could sense any difference from normal norms. I reached to it subconsciously and it responded back and with time I started to feel it at my fingertips. It was weird and new and scary.

Life passed as Madam Polly and the elves took care of me, they cleaned me with a snap of their fingers, fed me by an extremely old-fashioned bottle which didn't mean shit while guessing time, and sang to me weird lullabies which didn't make any sense to me. My Nanny did the same in her turn with her stick and a warm feeling usually washed over me whenever she cleaned me.

My family still visited me daily, the lady I assumed was my mother usually held me for the longest, while I felt gentle patting of strong hands on my head or my back.

Suddenly one day when I was nearing my 5 months mark, Madam Polly declared something in happy tones which made me happy in turn.

"Young Master, today on the vernal equinox, you would be blessed with a name of your own by Head of our house." She declared, cooing at me and I babbled happily at her words and infectious smile.

She cleaned me in warm water using a gentle cloth with her hands. I could see her using multiple products taken out from glass bottles while cleaning me. She dressed me in a golden white gown, only slightly different from what I was made to wear daily. We both couldn't stop smiling the whole time.

She took me to a large sitting room filled with people. She gently passed me to the figure I had come to recognize as father, purely by speculation and face, I babbled happily at my father, who awkwardly patted my head while holding me.

I focused my ears on what was going on, my hearing was developed enough to hear and discern what was happening, so when my father passed me to an older man, I immediately connected dots. This was my grandfather most probably, as well as the head of the house, as refereed by Madam Polly.

"How's the child, Miss Hector? Is he healthy enough for the naming ceremony?" The figure holding me asked.

"Young Master is developing nicely with a strong set of lungs whenever something displeases him, He is most defiantly healthy for the ceremony My Lord." She replied sounding proud of my accomplishment.

"Good, we don't expect anything less from the future head of our family. Let the ceremony begin." He said and then took me outside with everyone following him silently. I was slightly afraid now, they were not going to kill me, right?

As the cool air of March touched me for the first time. I felt tears welling up in my eyes but I controlled them with a lot of effort. I didn't want to miss what was happening to me.

I was laid down on what felt like hard stone but slightly soft. Ah, I can't describe the sensation of it as it was very weird, as if somehow the stone was softened.

I tried to sit up and managed to roll over and get in a position where I was able to see what other people were doing. I saw about 3 people, not including my grandfather but my father and 2 females who looked like fathers, standing in a triangle around me as I turned my head while others moved away. All 3 of them pointed their sticks at me and then I heard the start of what was like a song.

Everyone was speaking together in low melodic tones while 3 of them sent different colored lights at me. I felt different types of energies trying to enter my body and closed my eyes instinctively. Even with closed eyes, I could make out bright lights bathing me.

After what felt like an eternity, the chanting stopped. I didn't cry even once during the whole procedure, even when I felt rough tingling in my body. My probable grandfather picked me in his arms and said in a serious voice, "I declare him, Lord Sirius Rigel Black, firstborn heir of the black family born on 21st day of 10th month of the year 1845, 2nd in a line of succession to the dukedom of Newcastle and son of Lord Cygnus black II of Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Black and Lady Ella Black nee Max of Noble house of Max, on 20th day of 3rd month of 1946, on this Pious occasion of the vernal equinox. May Mother Gaia's blessing always be with you son."

With that, he touched my cheeks with his slightly cold fingers and I finally burst out in tears. Loudly.