003 / MC accepts his new life.

I was a Black of Most Ancient and Most noble house of Black, I remembered reading about this stuff in what was called the Harry Potter series in my old life. Nope, No, Nada. This was not happening to me. Now it just clicked into my mind, the strange creature, old nanny, weird clothing, different furniture, snapping of fingers, waving a stick, I was in the old-fashioned world of Harry-Potter. It was all Magic. I started crying, loudly.

My grandfather who was holding me was startled for all 10 seconds when he expertly held me in his hands and made soothing sounds. But I couldn't stop crying. Then my mother took me from my grandfather's hands and took me somewhere while I saw my nanny following her.

It was all just too much, it all felt like the universe was playing with me.

My name was Sirius black by some fates, and not even the Sirius I have read about in books, if I heard the man correctly, I was in 1846, not even my century let alone decade.

I tried thinking about my previous life and those thoughts felt like sand slipping away from my hands. I held onto them loosely then, just remembering little tidbits, the cycle I rode in the street of my childhood home, newspaper read daily in-home by my father, writing with a pencil on paper, I couldn't grasp or guess what was my name in last life. I hadn't thought about my name much in the last few months and it was now out of my reach.

I mourned the loss by crying. I felt something glass touch my face and someone was collecting my tears, a large handheld a small glass bottle and my tears were going into it. I would never understand this world. I mourned the loss of my mother, my lovely mother to whom I have left everything I had with all the love, whose name I couldn't remember but her smile was erected in my memories forever.

I mourned what I have lost for the first time properly as the new reality settled in my very bones.

My nanny hearing my non-stop crying and thinking that I was hungry, summoned my usual bottle filled with milk for me. As My mother and nanny chatted, I drifted to sleep thinking about my old life drinking milk.

After a few days of mourning, I decided to move on. I was in the world of magic, and I had magical blood in my veins. I didn't want to lose what precious memories of my last life were left with me so I didn't think hard about them, I would find a method to save them later.

After a few months as I became consciously verbal, my education started. I worked on my muscles hard to control them, and I was rewarded with words of encouragement from my family. They had high expectations from me, and my conscious mind was able to understand the gist of their conversations as they talked near me.

The household was going to host a Samhain ball shortly after I turn 1. Preparations started as early as August and my nanny was kind enough to tell me all about them as they happened if, in her mind, I couldn't possibly understand what she was saying. Still, she loved talking to me and I found delight in hearing from her.

Everyone in the family was busy due to preparations for the ball but still, when I started speaking in small words, my parents took time to spend with me. My ever-present nanny started me on disgusting mushy food sometime in middle and I have never hated boiled food as much as I did now.

I also started to walk fairly early by baby's standard at just 2 months before my 1st birthday, so I was happy with having some control over my movements. My nanny produced a flying carpet when I started standing up with support and set me on it while I learned to walk. . It hovered a bit off ground but didn't let me fall. It moved around and I started to crawl and stand up on it using a hell of a lot of determination. I learned to walk on a flying carpet and how cool was that.

Soon my 1st birth anniversary came, and I was presented at breakfast time to my family. There was some kind of special breakfast going on in maybe happiness of me turning one, but what do I a baby know.

Not everything was sunshine and roses, my grandfather extracted some blood after pinching my thumb and stored it in a glass vial. Nobody said anything as if it was not worth mentioning. I involuntarily cried at the pinching sensation but after sucking my healed thumb a bit, it was sent to the back of my mind.

As 31st October came around, the huge place I lived in was shining and decked with decorations for the ball. Even I was fitted in some sort of green and silver lacy gown thing. Surely Slytherin colors. Doctrine into becoming perfect little heir started early in this family.

When I presented at the ball in the arms of my mother who was wearing an elegant gown with tasteful jewelry accompanied by my father and grandfather who were decked in royal-looking clothes, I smiled at everyone and didn't cry once. It was a personal achievement for me as my body was so sensitive that tears came even at small discomforts.

I spoke the few words I knew frequently and laughed silly at all the funny people I saw there. Some people looked beyond funny in what were old-fashioned costumes according to me but the height of fashion according to them. Finding joy in little things prevented me from going insane in this restricted body.

According to my nanny, the ball was a success. I wasn't the only kid present there but I was the only one under the age of 7. As this ball was in my honor sort off or something like that. It was hard to understand somewhat old English my nanny spoke in. still I was a baby; I didn't need to concern myself with these things.