My eyes snapped open in an instant. I looked around expecting to find a familiar surrounding. Disappointingly enough, I was wrong. I had no idea where I was. Yet, I couldn't shake off the feeling of familiarity. I was here, in this place, multiple times in fact. So why can't I remember any of it? At that thought process a pain erupted in my head. A feeling akin to thousand needles breaking the fragile membrane of my brain. Agonizing pain shot all throughout my head, I felt like falling to the floor and vomiting. Yet, I pulled myself back together. It's no time for something like this, I am in an unfamiliar place and I can't feel the weight of my knife in my pocket. It is time to investigate with copious amounts of caution, of course.

I rolled off the comfortable bed I was resting in. The moment my bare fit touched the cold wooden floor, a shiver ran through my body. Almost on autopilot, I reached my hand out to the right. With a snap of my fingers, a black thin piece of wood flew to my opened hand. I looked at it confusedly. How did they do that? A new feeling appeared in my mind. But, unlike the excruciating pain I experienced earlier, this one seemed soothing.

A stream of memories made it's way into my mind. Memories that were familiar, yet somewhat not. Memories of a boy that used to live a very…easy life. And then…his easy life fell into pieces. With the coming of the first wizarding war, the whole family of the boy was slaughtered or locked up. Those that avoided either of those fates were completely estranged from said family. For a long time now, the boy now a man, was living a very sad and lonely existence. His name was Seriyus Salazar Black. A pure-blooded wizard of the Noble and most ancient House of Black.

Huh, I guess that means I have been implanted into said wizard's mind and surpassed his own will. What an…unnatural thing to happen to one such as me. I naturally have read the saga of Harry Potter. To be honest with you, my and Seriyus' life weren't so different. We both were nobles. We both lost our whole families, we both were of pure blood. The only true difference between him and me was nationality and the matter of magic.

In my previous world magic didn't exist, or at least that is what I know. I certainly wasn't a wizard. The second difference being that Sirius was British. I, on the other hand, was Japanese. Quite a switch isn't it. But then, it's not like I'm complaining. We are both nobles after all. So, I saw only one way to proceed. I would have to take the place of this nobleman. It is a relief that we are both at the same station in life. It would be quite a conundrum if I were to be reincarnated as a mere peasant.

The only thing out there that would be able to rain on my parade would be If someone were to find out that I wasn't who I said I was. But, that is something completely out of my control. So, let us focus on making my life easier in any way that I can actually influence, shall we?

After I was finally done discussing with myself, I realized that I was standing barely clothed in the middle of my bedroom. Time to do something about it, I suppose. With a snap of my fingers and a switch of my wand my usual outfit flew out of a nearby wardrobe.

First underwear in a dark green color. Then, socks, black as night. What followed could be only described as a very sophisticated three-piece suit, all of it in different shades of black dark green and silver. I'm quite sure that you could already guess which house I was in from that description.

Slytherin of course. You could argue all you'd like that being a member of house Slytherin doesn't mean the same thing as being evil, and I would agree with you. But in this specific case, both me and the previous owner of my body where and are completely and irredeemably evil. With our ambition leading the way we did some things most people would call terrible or at least cruel. You see, Seriyus used to sabotage his friends at school to get the best marks he possibly could and dig them underground where no one could possibly find them. That is how he obtained the status of head boy and prefect as early as possible.

I on the other hand had a way darker deed on my conscience. You remember when I mentioned that my whole family was dead, yes? But I didn't mention what happened to them, did I? Well, as you probably all figured out, I happened. Not being born as the heir pissed me off quite a bit. Couple that with the fact that the heir, my older brother, was a lazy piece of shit. And you have a recipe for an…axident, let's call it. But that's just my brother, what about the rest. Well, my young mind, in a paranoia fueled Madness, lead me to killing the rest, in the panic of them finding out. Everyone had suspicions, but nobody could prove anything. Therefore, I became the one and only member of my whole family, inheriting its assets wholly.

So yes, while being a member of house Slytherin doesn't mean you are inherently evil, in this particular case the stereotype is very much spot on.

Do you want to hear something funny. That whole thought process took me only as much time as my attire took to wrap itself around my frame. I guess my thought process is very much quickened. I bet that's something to do with my training in occlumency and legilimency. I may not be a match for the dark Lord or a certain manipulative old goat fucking headmaster, but I could do quite a bit.

To complete my outfit, a pair of dress shoes polished to perfection slid before me. The last two things to fly in my direction were a coat and a shawl. The coat was completely black, with buttons made of almost pure silver and hints of dark green lining in some places. Under the fabric was a layer of enchanted Dragon leather. It would completely protect me from most spells, and those that did pass through it, wouldn't outright kill me. I left the shawl untied, hanging from my neck. It, you guessed it, was also in a color of dark green adorned with snake motives. Seriyus was very much a patriotic person.

After the onslaught of clothes was done, a makeup set made its way to my side. A brush started applying some of it and started making small adjustments to my face. It is usually done with magic, but that would be easily detected. But, there are little to none spells that could detect if someone was wearing makeup or not. The changes made me appear even paler, and my demeanour became even more threatening.

After all that was done, I slid my eyes onto the instrument that made this all possible. The wand I was holding in my hand was quite a unique one. It was shaped so it resembled a stick with a snake slithering its way up the handle. It was comprised of unique elements as well. Elder wood made up the mainframe of the magical conductor. If I were to break it open, inside I would find a heartstring that used to belong to a sad and very moody dragon. The length was fourteen inches, And its strength was unyielding. A perfect wand for someone like me, or at least that's what its creator, Garrick ollivander, told me when I bought it from him.

I finally took a good look around my room. To be honest with you, I was so captivated with the view of magic, that I haven't even properly looked around myself. Well, there wasn't much to look at anyway. My room was Spartan. Which is weird because both me and the person I inherited this body from enjoyed opulence. But I guess it's a mystery for another time. All there was in the room was a four-poster bed, a desk with a chest slid into it, and a pair of closets at the far end of the room. The walls were decorated with a silver leafed Tapistry.

I spent the next hour exploring my new home. I have memories of it, yes. But I still do prefer to see it all with my own eyes. I also met my house elf. to be honest, the way the thing looks makes me want to rip it to shreds, but alas I needed for now because I am not taking care of my own needs. I didn't do it in my previous life and I do not intend to do it in this one. Don't get me wrong though, I'm not so spoiled as not to be able to do some menial labour. It's just, I am a noble, it is not my job to do those kinds of things. I am destined to lead the mindless masses. Whoa…yeah that was a part of Seriyus' mind, wasn't it?

You see, the previous host of this body Was a staunch blood purist. But as odd as it might sound, not in the murdering the mudbloods kind of way. His whole system of beliefs orbit around The thesis of superior blood. So in English, he didn't want to murder all of muggleborn, he wanted to turn them into slaves. Basically, kill the muggles and enslave the mudbloods. And the half-bloods? To be honest, Seriyus didn't see them as any different to the other pure-blooded nobles. I can already feel this system of belief infiltrating my mind, changing my worldview. Well, it's not like this worldview is so different to my old one.

At some point of my exploration an owl appeared in the room through some kind of portal, landed on my shoulder, and gave me a letter. Huh, I don't remember anything like that happening in the books or the movies. But then again, there is a more pressing matter now isn't there. Who and why would write to me? With a swish of my wand, a letter opening knife teleports into my left hand. Sliding back the magical catalyst into my sleeve holster, I passed the letter opener from one hand to another and expertly cut the seal. The seal with the coat of arms belonging to Hogwarts. Well, this promises to be at least somewhat entertaining.

Dear Seriyus Salazar Black, Lord of the most noble and ancient House of Black.

I hope this letter finds you in good health. Due to the soon-starting semester at Hogwarts we are in need of a new professor that could teach the defence against the dark arts. With no applicants coming forth, we decided that you would be the most suitable wizard for the task of teaching the newest generation of witches and Wizards. Therefore, you are invited to discuss this matter with me personally. Please come to Hogwarts a week before the start of the new semester. Too floo to the castle simply state 'Hogwarts, headmaster's office.'

I hope to see you soon

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts, Britain's Chief Warlock and The Supreme Mugwump Of the international Confederation of Wizards.

Well, someone hasn't written a letter in a long while, huh? But, jokes aside this is pretty concerning. Either his timing was perfect or there is something else at play here. On the other hand, if I am able to secure a position as a teacher in Hogwarts, I would be able to influence the happenings of the plot. Well, just meeting the guy wouldn't be a huge risk, now would it. From what I remember, he wouldn't be able to get a backdoor into my mind without me at least noticing. Ugh, I have a feeling that this decision is going to come back to bite me in the ass later. But hey, there's not much else for me to do. I could try to do something similar to Voldemort, But with Dumbledore and Harry waiting in the wings I'd rather not. Even if the latter is just a small boy right now. From what I remember of reading the books his potential is truly vast. So, let us not take unnecessary risks, shall we… that was probably the most hypocritical thing I have ever thought to myself. I, after all, am doing just that. Taking huge, fat unnecessary risk. Ugh, let's just get this over with.

Ginny

Ginny was sitting at the dinner table in the borrow. They were just having dinner. And yet, she couldn't stop thinking about the present she received from her friend. She and Luna were friends for a long time now. well that's probably what's going to happen when you stuck a little girl in a household full of only men and a single overbearing mother, and then you proceed to take into account another girl in a similar situation, lonely with no friends. It is quite natural that the two girls are going to gravitate towards each other.

Luna might be a bit odd, but she was fun. She was the only one that was there to listen when something went wrong. Their family life wasn't perfect unlike the weasley matriarch would like everyone to think. They were poor, each time a new member of the family went to school they could barely afford to get them new books. Hell, most often than not those that were going to school had to use their sibling's old wands.

Outwardly, she never showed that it was bothering her. But inwardly? Every time her mother would make another sweater for her, she would be barely able to put up a convincing fake smile. Nothing but sweaters. Bloody sweaters! She had enough. She wanted to live just like Luna. Oh, how wonderful it would be, to have the sole attention of her parents. No Bill And Charlie with the absence from the families normal life, No Percy telling her just how great it would be if she would go to Hogwarts and join their house, No Fred and George bullying her and disguising it as harmless pranks, and most certainly no Ron with his lack of Tact and a side of even more bullying.

But she inherently knew that she wasn't destined For the house of red and gold. Every night she is haunted by the nightmares of her family casting her out because her school uniform had the hated green and silver colours. But in every one of those nightmares, she always had Tom and Luna to comfort her. One thing was sure, the future didn't seem bright for the youngest Weasley.