London 1977
It's already late into the night in the city of London, where honest folks have already turned in for the night while the underworld and criminals walk the streets. As one of the major cities in the world, London has higher crime rates compared to the countryside. It's not uncommon to find unfortunate individuals who became the victim of those less honorable folks.
One of these individuals is a man named Jacob.
Jacob is your usual normal-looking middle-aged man that could easily be found everywhere in London. Though he only looks normal from the uninitiated eyes. This man is far different from your average human being.
Even among his kinds, he is far above the averages. A powerful wizard.
Twenty or so years ago, something changed little Jacob's life drastically. That was the day when he received a letter of acceptance from a certain boarding school. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
A joke, scam, was the thought of smart little Jacob. There is no such thing as magic. That is until the professor who delivered his letter showed him true magic. Not those street acts that use tricks and sleight of hands to fool the eyes.
Prior to that, Jacob also experiences bizarre occurrences happening around him from time to time. Something that can't be explained in common sense. The smart little Jacob always dismisses it as a hallucination.
Perhaps he had a condition he didn't know. Even so, little Jacob never told these weird events to others. His studious self is already ostracized by his friends. Telling those unbelievable events would make the situation worse.
The wizard professor explained to him that those are accidental magic. A sign that Jacob too is a wizard.
The man then brought him to the secret Diagon alley. Stores lined up beside the street where wizards and witches alike buy their magical supplies. From that day on, Jacob got introduced to the hidden community of magical Britain.
As one of the muggle-born, as the wizard natives say, Jacob entered the school at a disadvantage compared to the purebloods and the natives. He has no prior education or knowledge about anything regarding magic.
Unwilling to be left behind, Jacob began to hoard books and any source of magical knowledge to push his magical studies further. Even among the Ravenclaws, the house of studious folks, Jacob could be ranked at the top when it comes to studies. Combine that with his intelligent mind, Jacob became one of the top wizards in Hogwarts, and that already includes the school staff.
Unfortunately, he lives in a time of turmoil. There is a war raging on inside the magical community. Similar to the mundane world, magical Britain also has its darker sides. However, this darker side is capable of so much more because of the presence of magic.
There is a war between Lord Voldemort, one of the strongest dark wizards if not the strongest, and his followers against the rest of wizarding Britain. The presence of a powerful muggle-born like Jacob is something that goes against their ideology. A thorn at their side that needs to be removed.
The paranoid Jacob already tried to hide his true prowess to avoid notice. He even starts to incorporate muggle weaponry for his self-defense and uses less magic. Creating an image that he was stunted in his magical growth, no longer the top wizard at Hogwarts as he was.
Alas, the man has tried but fate decides otherwise. The dark wizards had him doomed.
He already tried his hardest to avoid notice. He never tried to participate in the war. Never joined the Order of the Phoenix, the resistance group. Never helped from the sidelines. He just wanted to be left alone. It was a moment of pity when he helped the unfortunate people caught by the collateral damages of the war, but the dark wizards noticed and bring a dozen of their elites.
This leads to the worst situation he had ever gone through.
Jacob was glad that he got introduced to the wizarding world because he got to know his wife there. However, he would change all of that if he could go back in time. He is thankful for his wife. But her suffering right now happened also because of him. That was because she also got the worst of it when the Death Eaters, Voldemort's goons, starts targeting him.
The sound of flesh hitting flesh can be heard in a dark alley in London.
thump thump
A man savagely thrusting his hips to the unmoving body of a woman.
"Fucking mudblood!"
"Keep his eyes open! I want him to know this is what happens if you cross us!"
Jacob can do nothing against the dark wizard's provocation. He could only stay there kneeling and unmoving. Several other dark wizards held him in place. There are also trails of blood running down from all over his body. Jacob was fatally injured. He's just waiting for his death.
But these dark wizards are not so kind to just grant his wish. The man keeps thrusting his hip into the dead body of his pregnant wife. She was pregnant but the thought to spare her wife never comes to the minds of these dark wizards.
"Oy not so loud mate! What if some stray hears us?"
"You've put the barrier, don't you?! Never mind if some dimwits come here then they would meet the same fate!"
The dark wizards thought that there won't be other souls to witness. They are wrong.
The pregnant woman might be dead, but his yet-to-be-born child is still alive.
The infant boy should be unable to comprehend these crude conversations. But that's only if he's a normal infant.
'Where is this?' thought the infant, still inside his mother's womb.
'Did I hear someone say mudblood? That's a Harry Potter's word, right?'
The infant got his soul transferred from worlds away. A world where the reality here comes from a fiction book. Something that is more impossible than the presence of magic.
the soul inhabiting this infant was not immediately come here to this world. After his death in his previous world, that soul traveled the dark void for nearly forever before he came here.
The infant began to feel his surrounding using the acute senses he developed in the void.
'That void was forever that I thought there is no afterlife. Who knows I got reincarnated instead.'
He felt the fleshy surrounding and sensed the internal organs of a human around him. The infant realized that he was inside someone's body. A rebirth.
'And that is also with my memories and consciousness intact. Though that can come later. For now, I think I need to assess my current situation immediately'
Using his sense, the infant checked his surroundings again for clues.
'I can feel there is some kind of ambient energy around me. Added by that mudblood word that I heard earlier, I think I've won the afterlife lottery and got reincarnated into Harry Potter world. These ambient energies must be mana.'
This reincarnated soul consumes fictive works. Some of those narrated stories of magical worlds, Harry Potter among one of those. Because of that, he knows a bit about the working of the magic. Or at least that's what he assumed. In those fictive works, magic is based on intent and fueled by mana.
And his intent to know his surroundings willed magical tendrils, invisible to the eyes, to act as feelers to check his surrounding further from him. Which will relay more detailed information rather than just using his senses.
'Amazing... I think it was because of the time I've spent in the void, which inadvertently heightened my senses, that it is easier to use these... tendrils.' thought the infant.
'This is worrying. I feel no pulse here. Her heart has stopped beating'
The infant boy felt something worrying about his mother. She's already dead.
'What kind of difficulty is this? I just got reincarnated and I'm about to die again? And these rhythmically rocking and thump... Motherfuckers!'
After reaching the tendrils further, the infant realized another outrageous fact
'I don't care what casting the death curse would do to me.'
So outrageous that the infant would forego his well-being. He would most likely die again anyway. The reincarnated soul was a family loving man. He won't let an evil of this magnitude happen to his own mother left untouched.
'World! Heed me!' the infant knows the mechanics of Harry Potter accidental magics and began to remember and imagine the moment of his death. The darkness that comes after it. And the stillness of the void.
He willed all of these to happen to all of these motherfuckers
Darkness… Void…
Death…
'leave no one alive'
'AVADA KEDAVRA!'
Thud. Thud. thud
immediately the sound of bodies falling down to the cold hard pavement can be heard. And then silence returned to this dark alley.
.
'heh, now that's my son' was Jacob's thought before he succumbed to his fatal wounds. There was nobody here and that chill breeze came from his dead wife. The smart Jacob realized it was his yet-to-be-born son's doing.
thud
'though not so smart that you've to experience this. Sorry son' the proud father finally drew his last breath.
