DISCLAIMER : I do not own everything that you can recognize and any mention of religion does not reflect what I think.
WARNING!: Mentions of death and suicide, you are warned…
Chapter 1: Death and Reincarnation aren't just concepts
I always considered myself a weird person. I think the first time I accepted the fact that I could die at anytime, anywhere, from anything was when puberty showed up, and that's when I really began to change. I adopted a sort of code, I do only what I want or what I deem necessary for my future or for the good of my family. Because to me, family comes first, I come second, and the world can burn for all I care.
When I first accepted that I could die from anything, anytime, anywhere, I stopped being afraid of death. I became incredibly relaxed about everything, I didn't stress myself out, I just lived and enjoyed living day by day like I was just drifting by in a water current.
I was into manga, anime, movies and novels because even if I wasn't afraid of death, I wanted to escape reality, to feel excitement. The only bane in my life was boredom, and so I started to read, escaping from reality in stories, fictions whether they were crap or works of art. Thousands upon thousands of fanfictions, hundreds of web-novels, hundreds of anime and manga.
But then, boredom reared its head, and so I took ideas and mashed them together, and most of the time it was bliss, because I was excited, and for someone who struggled to show emotions, or true emotions that weren't an act to appear normal, that was True Paradise.
And then one day Karma made an apparition, and we all know Karma and Fate, those Bitches… Anyway, Karma made an apparition, I wasn't afraid of death, and so everybody I loved died except me. It wasn't something dramatic, where I tried protecting my family and failed, it's just that my family was going on a vacation and I wanted to stay home. They went on a plane, and I was told two days later alongside more than a hundred people that their family was dead.
The problem was that, being a boy that lived only for excitement and family, to lose all my family put a stop to all the excitement I felt when I escaped reality. My already dull life just lost all its colors, I didn't have anything to live for, and not fearing death, I just embraced it. My father, who was now dead, was a hunter and had different weapons for different game.
I took a Rifle meant for Boar hunting, loaded a cartridge, pointed it to my heart, and fired. For those who don't know the effect of those bullets, let's just say people will have to clean the place quite a bit from the explosive force.
I didn't even hesitate, I really meant it when I said I didn't fear death, when I had first told that to my mother and I asked if I was weird, she smiled sadly and slowly hugged me and said to me "weird isn't something that can qualify a person, it just means that you're special", to this day I still don't know if she was consoling me or herself, even if I didn't think the first part was true. After all, someone that couldn't smile genuinely and that could only display anger, even if I still felt joy, love and every emotion, and just couldn't express them, is still a very weird and sometimes creepy person.
I had thought that would be it, that I would die, and then nothing. I wouldn't feel, see, taste, remember, touch, hear anything anymore, I wouldn't have a conscious, subconscious or thoughts. I wouldn't even be. That's what I thought would happen.
But it didn't, instead, I felt my burdens leave me, I wasn't corporeal anymore, I didn't "see", i just knew what was and wasn't. Next thing I know, I'm in front of a weird Arch, that made me think of the Veil of Death from Harry Potter and heard voices coming from it, like whispers as loud as screams, they all said the same thing at the same time, like the Veil itself talked to me.
"Go" they said,
"Live again" they said,
"You will adapt, have the power to adapt" they said,
"Adapt reality to your Fantasy, your desires, your fiction." they said
And in the next seconds, barely enough time to ask myself what they meant, I didn't know anymore.
The next thing I know, I'm in a warm place and hear the peaceful sound of a heart beating.
It took some time for me to comprehend what was happening, looking back on it, that was probably because my new body was developing, but then I took notice that I had a heartbeat too, alongside the two others I could hear, yes, two, one just to my right, and one that reverberated through me. I could also hear distant voices from time to time, and a soft and comforting humming, and one moment, everything just clicked, and at that moment appeared the disbelief and the panic.
Fortunately, I didn't know how time passed, and so had the time to deal with the panic of being reborn, living again. The disbelief was still there, but I kept it contained, I think being unable to show my emotions in my previous life helped me to contain them in this one.
Some time later came total panic when I lost the comforting warmth and came excruciating pain, it was there for quite some time until it suddenly left and I was enveloped in something soft and warm. My senses may have been overwhelmed and I didn't even know I had cried, but could still hear screams. One from a woman, surely my new mother, which I was eager to meet to be entirely honest, and then I recognized the cry of a baby, but those weren't mine, so I had a sibling born just before me. I passed out seconds later.
When I woke up, I saw my parents for the first time, all was blurry, but I could still see some details, my sibling and I's mother had Flaming red hair and brilliant emerald eyes. Our father's hair was dark brown, and his eyes were hazel, but it took me some time to see that detail. I overheard a conversation and I had to contain my emotions again, and that's hard as a baby. They did look familiar, though.
"Did you see, James?" asked our mother, she had a beautiful voice, like tinkling bells in the wind.
"What?" was our father, James' answer, ironically another question.
"Did you see how Iblis' hair and eye color change when he looks at us sometimes?" was our mother's clarification, Iblis was either my, or my sibling's name.
"Yes, I did. But I still don't know why you named him Iblis Jake. I understand Jake was your father's name, but Iblis? That makes his name weird in comparison with Harry. I mean, Harry James Potter sounds more… I don't know, casual than Iblis Jake Potter." You could almost hear the shrug in his voice at the end of his phrase, but I froze when hearing my brother's full name, then mine. I am the son of James, my name is Iblis Jake Potter and my twin brother's name is Harry James Potter. I knew they were familiar, but I didn't think…
I did say that Fate was a Bitch though.
"Do you think he's a Metamorphmagus like little Nymphadora?" I heard Lily- no, Mum- ask.
"I think so. My grandmother, Dorea, was a Black so he might have gotten it from that branch of the family." You could almost hear the shrug in Dad's voice, but I was too tired to pay attention anymore and slowly drifted off.
It's been some months since my rebirth and I have to say, I love this life. Even knowing what's going to happen, I still think it's a blessing. My previous life wasn't exactly exciting, and I can finally express my feelings, It was like a curse in my previous life.
I remember the 'message' that came from the veil. If I can alter reality through my knowledge of fiction, then the first power I'll bring in this world is a power that just needs concentration. That, and if the Potters are as old a family as I think they are, there are probably members of the Brotherhood in the Potter ancestry.
And so by concentrating and imagining the power take place, very slowly, but surely, I can scan a small perimeter around me, and in my field of vision, my twin Harry- and that's still weird to think- glows a blue color, but half of him glows a healthy lime green. The other thing that glows is a golden color that stems from an empty baby bottle. I take it that I'm hungry. Not two minutes after I think that, Mom comes in and takes both Harry and me to the living room, and feeds us from two prepared baby bottles she takes from the kitchen.
I concentrate a bit and scan mom, but it isn't the customary colors that sprang, but a healthy lime green. I don't know what it means, but I think it marks her as my direct family or a protector, not just an ally.
I know it hasn't been long, but I love my new family.
Today was Harry and I's first birthday, I was so happy. I scanned Uncles Padfoot and Moony, both glowed lime green and blue in alternance. Wormtail, however glowed an orange color, not the red of enemies or the green of protectors. I think that on him, it's a guilty color, like someone forced to do something they don't want.
Apparently, Harry also picked up on it, because he glanced suspiciously at him. Our parents saw our reaction and had talked in hushed whispers, but I still recognized the words 'will', 'Padfoot', 'kids' and 'change'. There might have been a snarl from Dad before he said something that sounded oddly like 'old goat fucker' before Mom slapped him upside the head, but you could still see some amusement in her eyes, even if they narrowed when he talked about said 'goat fucker'.
I had already gotten the hang of changing my hair and eye color, but liked to keep my hair exactly like my brother's, but changed my eyes from our mom's emerald to a color I love: hot pink. It's a color I had seen Nymphadora, or 'Doa' like Harry and I call her, when she came to babysit us, otherwise I just like my hair the same color as Harry, but with some of mom's red highlights.
Nymphadora is just adorable and was thrilled to see that I was a Metamorphmagus, and almost cried from happiness when she saw I used her favorite eye color for myself. Yeah, she's an emotional six years old, she did brag to the adults about it.
The very first words we pronounced were 'Mama' and 'Doa'. I may have knowledge of how to speak, but my vocal cords are still those of one-year old toddlers, so it's futile to try and speak, we can only babble. Both woman and girl had burst into tears of happiness when we said them, it took Mom to explain to Dora how important an infant's first words were for her to understand, that's when she started to cry.
Dad became depressed about it, apparently, he had bet our first words would be 'dada' against Mom and Moony, who bet that we would say 'mama'. They had bet 100 galleons on it, talk about a big bet. He was a bit depressed until we both said 'dada'. Padfoot teased him that we would be momma's boys and laughed at his horrified face, when Harry and I both started to laugh at his face, he paled and Mom had a face-splitting and blinding smile that lit up the whole house. He later laughed it off when I gestured to make him pick me up and gave him a hug, a huge smile plastered itself on his face for the rest of the day.
I've become a bit suspicious about Harry lately, much to my guilt, but he does things I don't think a toddler should know. Sometimes, he babbles but it sounds like he's training his pronunciation. That and my scan changes more and more from half blue, half green, to full green, like he thought I was in danger, I think he might be a reincarnated person like me. I can sometimes see him glance at me, those glances are filled with curiosity, protectiveness. Well, I just have to wait until we're a couple of years older before checking...
It's been some time. Today, I can happily say that my scanning range is in the 10 meters. I think it's about time I developed a new power and to me, nothing says magic without the power to control the elements.
I had to concentrate a lot more on that one, I concentrated so much that I started to have headaches. But I did it! There was a flicker of an ember for a second before it vanished. That and I collapsed in exhaustion. I don't think babies are supposed to do wandless magic, much less Elemental magic.
I think my suspicions on my twin aren't totally unfounded, his scan's color are now a full teal color, between light blue and bright green.
There's a problem and I don't know what it is, but it's sickening, something horrible is going to happen, I can feel it and apparently, so can Harry, he's been restless today and is constantly looking towards the front door, I wonder why...
Oh... No. No. No no no no no. I won't let it happen! Not this time! I will protect them!
Apparently, my getting agitated was seen by everyone, my hair had turned from white to gray in quick succession before going blood red in my anger. That and my glaring to the door alongside Harry probably didn't help, if not that then perhaps the little fireballs hovering around my brother and me might have been a big red flag.
"Lily! Something's not right." I faintly heard our father say through my rage.
"I know, but what? I have a bad feeling about this." was her answer.
"Me too, and you know what it means." he continued, his voice getting hoarse. I more or less imagined the curt nod that Mom answered with, without counting on the tears surely gathering in her eyes.
"I don't want to. But I'll go and protect them." and with that, Mom hurriedly took two secret trunks that were already packed, shrunk them and took Harry and me after I recovered enough not to burn her with the flames that were at my beck and call.
I could swear that I heard Dad say "Thank Merlin I updated that will" before Mom called our godmother Alice to inform her of what was happening. That's when the door exploded inwards, and within seconds it was pandemonium.
I could swear I saw more than half our living room transfigured in dangerous animals of all types before the scenery changed and we found ourselves in the Longbottom home, also under the Fidelius Charm.
It was a frantic Alice and furious Frank that welcomed us. I blacked out seconds later, no doubt followed by my brother...
When I came to, the first thing I saw was an unfamiliar ceiling, no doubt the one at the Longbottom home. I immediately scanned my surroundings. My brother was on my right, just waking up, and we were in a large crib.
No sooner had my brother finished to wake up that Mom entered the room, her eyes were red and puffy, no doubt from crying. When I saw her in that state, what happened caught up with me, and that damn body was very emotional. So I cried, silently, my brother was doing the same and I could feel his sadness over what I think is some sort of bond.
Mom took us both in her arms and cried with us, whispering that everything will be alright and that we were safe from that madman. Of course, I know better, and if my brother is really reincarnated like me, then he is the same, but we just poured everything out. For hours we cried until tears didn't come anymore.
When all our tears were gone, Mom took us to the living room before we all ate, mostly in silence except when some of us would sniffle or stiffle a sob. That was a horrible day, and years later, Mom, Harry and I would remember it as the very worst day of our lives.
A/N: This is actually the end of chapter 1 of 'A Dreamer, the Rules and Fiction', I don't actually know if I'm going to continue it or not, so I'll simply put it 'On Adoption' for now. By that I mean that you can take the base Idea (taking powers and rules of Fiction and making Reality adapt to them) and REVAMP it with your own powers and twists, your own names etc... As long as you credit me for the base Idea of the story. If you chose to 'Adopt' this story, please PM me beforehand.