Edit: I tried to improve the grammar as well as some details, however, I'm resting in a more sadist and short-tempered Tanya, at least for this first Chapter as well as having a bit of a creative liberty with the orphanage.

C0 Prologue of a devilish little one

Being X had once told her that there would be no second reincarnation... And unless the son of a bitch had—for some unknown reason— forgot to send her soul to hell, then Being X was just an hypocritic liar, in retrospective, Tanya shouldn't have expected anything less. In her last war filled-life Tanya had died without developing not a single, small, incipient, miserable ounce of Faith, quite the contrary she may tick all the boxes (or a whole bunch of them), for the way of an antichrist. Not that she would believe in that sort of fairy tales since acknowledging the existence of an antichrist is as well to acknowledge the thing said hellish figure opposed.

But —she asked herself the moment she regained consciousness— was this a victory or a loss? Tanya did not achieve her goal of getting a peaceful life nor did she give in to Being X's attempts to corrupt her mind. This could be considered a tie to some extent, but Being X seemed to think a proper rematch was due. Why else would she be reincarnated once again in a shady orphanage as a little blonde, blue-eyed girl named Tanya Smith?

At least this time the self-proclaimed god chose a different country to reincarnate her and the fact that there wasn't an active war around the corner was a great improvement; although the lack of its annoying voice was disturbing and made her paranoid. Being X had yet to speak to hear since her dead, he hadn't even spoken to her when he reincarnated her, not even a mock or an insult, not an explanation nor a critique. Had he forgotten her or did he just grow tired of trying to argue? Was he too prideful to accept being even with Tanya?

Tanya didn't believe for a second that X had left her alone, the day that horrible entity that calls itself God left her alone is the day communism became a respectable system.

This new life was... Difficult. Although her new homeland, the UK, wasn't in an active war with all its neighbors, and she would even dare to call the economy somehow stable and growing, her life in the orphanage appeared to be the exception of that well-being. Adding salt to the wounds, the fact that it was a Catholic orphanage made her especially... salty, after years and years of war her template had —to put it in short terms— become as calm as the one of a hungry wolf.

Even if she didn't believe in the biblical representation of the antichrist, if playing as one is what it took for the nuns to stop bothering her, well, Tanya was ready to risk one of them trying to drown her in her sleep or for them to contact an exorcist, which may be an exaggeration on her part, or it was before the exorcist that visit her didn't managed to pull an un-existing devil out of her; luckily, the mistreatment by the orphanage staff didn't stop her from getting as much knowledge from the books at the orphanage as she could. Even so, she would like the caretakers to stop putting potion on her food, it was such a waste of good food, she was starting to be underfed again of her own will to no die in a fever or shat her insides out, but we are getting a bit ahead of time.

At the age of 6 she had far surpassed the rest of her fellow orphans in all aspects, this, added to her open antireligious behavior caused a group of boys older than her to try to beat her up outside the orphanage. Emphasis on the trying part as Tanya made sure to use her years of military experience in hand-to-hand combat. However, this futile attempt was not the important thing relevant to this event, when she returned to the orphanage one of the nuns in charge named Marta made sure to beat her up so she would have to limp on one lag afterward as punishment for defending herself so brutally.

The nun Marta was one of the most adamant anti-Tanya on the complex, she called Tanya a monster and, despite Tanya's best attempts to get her off her back, she was focused on screwing up her life. Tanya understood where she was coming from, she did spit at a cross and turned it upside down one day she woke up particularly mad after the nuns spent most of the night trying to get her to pray and not letting her sleep until she complied. Was shortly after that incident that her caretakers convinced an exorcist to come to the orphanage without knowing it wouldn't be the last time he, and many others would be torturing the poor girl.

In the end, after the exorcist did literally nothing to ease her down, the punishment was a week without dinner for Tanya. If her irritation wasn't high enough it would all go down the drain when the same tall skinny boy who had caused all this to begin with shook his bread in front of her.

It was then that the boy's head burst into flames.

It was something mysterious and chaotic for everyone, if not devilish for the most religious among them, but somehow Tanya found herself fascinated by this strange nostalgic feeling. The boy was able to quickly put out the flames by rolling on the ground, however the injuries would leave him partially blind without proper medical attention.

That was Tanya's first contact with magic in this new world, since she didn't found herself suffering from having an empty stomach nor wailing under the latest abuse a caretaker tried to inflict on her young body.

Perhaps she would have planned a thousand ways to use this magic to achieve a good, calm and peaceful long life; Unfortunately, the simple fact of living is that liking it or not humans tend to form emotions to those around them, even if she was aware that taking revenge wouldn't be productive... she couldn't care less.

In the following years, she never went hungry again, every time she was punished without food, she found potion on her food or simply felt an uncomfortable void on her stomach, she would leave her emotions to glow and her magic to do the trick and some food would disappear from the storage and appear in her hands, and whenever someone tried to harass her... well she wasn't a pushover, even if she could take a calmer approach... she found a sadistic pleasure on leaving small burn scars of an inverted cross as revenge, although without a calculation orb she still had some bad problems controlling her magic.

The nuns soon succumbed to fear. Physical punishments became impossible to apply if Tanya wasn't willing to let them hit her. Eventually, a single look from the girl was enough to make everyone in the orphanage tremble as they all succumbed at her feet with fear and soon Tanya found herself at her so wanted peace and as cruel as she could be, once they stopped trying to defy her, she stopped over-escalating her revenge and her sadistic spree ended giving her time to study and to plan her future.

At first glance at the history books, she seemed to have returned to her first world several decades before their first death but amazingly close to her original birth and magic was known as nothing more than a fairy tale as it was in her first world.

Still, she felt the magic within her and began to control it as best she could, of course without a calculation orb everything seemed to have a limit that left her doing little more than childish things and making her dream of flying once again sink into the darkness. Other than her no one in the orphanage seemed to be able to harness magic, despite this she couldn't just assume that she was the only one with this ability, with this power that seemed to grow and glow with her anger and fear… She wondered if this was natural or even good for her health.

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The day was cloudy and windy, Tanya watched nostalgically from the roof of the orphanage. She was 10 years old at the time, once, so many years ago she thought this orphanage would be at least as nice as the one in the Empire, and from an objective point of view this new orphanage was so much better than the previous one; however Tanya realized something, she had changed since their first life. She wasn't the salaryman who came to the orphanage, nor the person that once built her loved 201 battalion, she was Tanya Degurechaff: a war veteran, and no matter how much she tried to deny it, they were essentially different entities and yet they were she —Tanya Smith—, the culmination of three lives.

A black cloud swirled in the sky over the orphanage and Tanya clucked knowing this was a response to her dark mood and thoughts. This new magic was very troublesome, it seemed to be powered by her negative emotions like sorrow, or anger, especially her anger. There was a lot of practical consideration behind it, so she tried to grow her emotions on intensity while not getting out of control, however, she found it rather unexpectantly difficult, especially when she pushed her boundaries, as she relived the most traumatic experience in her live once and again on that rooftop, feeling her power grow per seconds she focuses her mind in getting her feets away from the ground feeling the storm growing and roaring, then she heard something behind her, someone approaching.

Calming her emotions she turned around.

The door to the roof opened and a gang of boys slipped onto the roof. Tanya glanced at them without really changing position.

The group of boys glared at her as they walked towards her.

"D-demon." The stuttering boy wo serve as leader to the gang tried to speak. "Get out of this place! We don't fear you no more"

Tanya was quite surprised. 'This guy has balls, but I doubt he's just coming here to tell me that' She thought as she answered

"What if I say no? What would you do about it?"

The boy looked mad as he pulled a revolver from behind his back and pointed it at Tanya's face; she noticed that the gun had a transfer bar safety on place and whistled slightly, mockery and sarcasm on her voice as she said. "Who did you get this from?"

The barrel of the gun was a foot from Tanya's face, yet she wasn't the least bit scared.

"Well, what are you going to do to get me to go away? " Tanya stuck her forehead against the gun with a sadistic smile. "Do you know how to use one of these, do you have the guts? Don't play with me, you idiot boy."

In a quick and fluid movement, Tanya took the boy's gun and applied a hold that kept him on the ground. The rest of the boys ran away in panic Tanya could hold a scoff.

Tanya handled the gun and checked for bullets on the barrel. "Hmm, did you intend to use these bullets against me? How unfortunate" Tanya hit the boy a little until he started crying. "Where did your guts go?"

She pummeled the boy some more before letting him go, she didn't really do as much as she could, but she hoped at least this would discourage him from getting something bigger, after a few minutes of inspecting the gun Tanya shrugged.

"I'm not a revolver person but this will be a good birthday present..."

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Albus Dumbledore was the Head Teacher of Hogwarts of Witchcraft and Wizardry, he was an old man who could be many things but today was wistful and worried. He found himself once again going to the seedy orphanage from which Tom Riddle once emerged, making an exception and visiting the magical kid raised on this place himself.

A pale-faced nun with a large burn scar on her hand led him inside.

"Professor Dumbledore, in your letter you mentioned that you had a place for Tanya at your school..."

Albus looked at the flustered nun before nodding. "That's right, I intend for her to come to Hogwarts although she can always refuse if she wants but I would have to talk to Tanya first."

The nun energetically denied it. "No, we don't want her here, take her away, please, she... she is..." the Nun looked around with fear looking for someone while energetically caressing the scar on her hands.

Albus looked at her and guessed the difficulties a girl with magic would go through in a Catholic orphanage. "Strange things happen around her?" He asked while largely knowing what the answer would be, even so, what the nun told him was outside his expectations.

"She's undoubtedly the devil." The nun caressed her scar more strongly. "She's not a girl, she's a monster. Since she was a little she has never cried, she has always read strange books for her age and she is extremely violent; When she was six years old, she beat up 3 9-year-old boys with a sadistic smile on her face and then burned the face of one of them, leaving him partially blind. She is pure evil, if she is in a bad mood she will harass us in the most sadistic ways and if someone opposes her, they will wake up the next day with various burns on their body even now I feel like the fire burns me and during the nights I have woken up praying lies, my body sweats cold after seeing her in my dreams." The nun's eyes were unfocused with fear. "I don't know what you see in the girl and I don't care either, just take her out of here."

Albus tapped an old wooden door a couple of times. "Tanya, may I come in?"

A cute 'Come in' sounded from inside the room. Albus opened the door and found an extremely well-ordered room, there was not a single speck of dust on the floor, the bed was made up and there was nothing that seemed out of place in the room; All of this gave Albus a slight feeling of discomfort, as if there was no living being living in the room, and yet sitting on a chair in front of him was a girl. Her eyes were a beautiful blue color; however, this color looked cold and overshadowed by the calculating look behind those eyes. Her hair was blonde with a shade that reminded him of gold and was well groomed and cropped to ear length. The girl's features were mostly sharp and strongly European, on the other hand, her body was barely the size expected of a 9-year-old girl, yet she didn't seem to be suffering from hunger just being short.

Having the letter sent by Hogwarts in her hand Tanya gave him an analytical look before beginning the conversation.

"Nothing is mentioned in this letter about a personal visit from a staff member."

Albus questioned what had happened to the girl to make her so wary of strangers, before shaking his head and taking another of the chairs to settle across from Tanya.

"Perhaps, however, this is a special case." Albus took a short pause in his words as he looked at the 11-year-old girl who was looking at him in an imposing way almost with contempt but also with the predatory wariness of a dragon judging whether her opponent was worthy of attention or not. It was a look that reminded him of Severus's Snape on the surface but was closer to Voldemort's in essence without being either of them. Albus then wondered if he should take the same precaution when speaking to her, with such an approach the old man commented: "It seems that you feel quite comfortable abusing your magical powers, however, it seems curious to me that even if you have enough control over your magic enough to burn your contemporaries you had bothered to get a muggle weapon."

Tanya's eyes were razor sharp; they darted over the headmaster as he sensed that she was searching for something. Finally, Tanya's eyes fell on Albus's wand under his robes, and she sighed lightly.

"With all due respect sir, I'm keeping this after receiving it from an attack from 'my contemporaries', the revolver in question was confiscated as a protection, and about the use of my magic there is no rule promulgated by the British Parliament to limit such uses, and while it would probably be futile to deny its use I must still define that I only did the bare minimum for self-defense reasons. Thus, and appropriate amount of force." Tanya waved her hand wide. "Also, I don't know the procedures of you magicians but if you find yourself in possession of something that is probably much more dangerous than a firearm, I find your criticism of my handling of weapons hypocritical."

Albus adjusted his moon-shaped glasses; the girl's words were solid and quite eloquent for someone her age, words more typical of a politician than of an 11-year-old orphan who has received the most basic education. "Excuse me for my audacity, Miss Smith, I was just curious about why you had a 'firearm', I'm sorry you took it as a criticism," Albus spoke with a soft and kind tone. "Oh, and you called my wand something more dangerous than one of your weapons, right? yet you seem not to know what magic is."

Tanya scoffed. "I may not have a 'wand' nor deep knowledge of the finer details of magic, but you will find that I know more than you might think about what magic is and isn't." Flames danced in Tanya's gaze as she talked about it.

The relatively curious Albus used the Legilmency on her to see her memories and what he saw was a city burning in flames, the sound of artillery blaring from a distance, corpses on the ground. That was... Worrying... Where did those memories come from? What was that destructive war and why was it so vivid in her memories? Albus wanted to go deeper than that but was afraid that pushing too hard might have a negative effect. With a sigh Albus reached for his wand and took it out, he noticed how Tanya tensed following his movement. Then Albus waved his wand and suddenly from the tip of his wand several butterflies flew out.

Tanya's eyes widened in surprise and her hard expression fell for the first time. It was then that Albus found her, found what he was looking for: childish innocence. Tanya stood up and curiously inspected the butterflies in the place, she looked confused and curious in equal measure as she verified that the butterflies were living and real beings. 'How?' Her lips exclaimed in a whisper as butterflies flew around her, one of the butterflies landed on her nose making her sneeze tenderly. A slight smile appeared on Tanya's face as she seemed to be at peace for a few moments.

Albus would be lying if he didn't think that the girl had the same or even bigger potential for destruction that Tom Riddle had in his day, however, he would also be lying if he said he had no hope for her future; with a kind smile, Dumbledore said. "Magic is more than destruction, little Tanya." Tanya's face suddenly turned into a grim expression, yet she didn't correct the old headmaster. "Hogwarts opens its doors to everyone, you are still free to refuse if you do not want. However, I hope to see you in the great hall this August first. Hogwarts has a fund for students with economic difficulties and in a couple of days Professor Flitwick will come to the orphanage to help you get the material for the classes."

Tanya had a bitter face as she heard the sweet words of the old man; a slight stutter escaped her voice before she regained strength. "I would be delighted to be in your care Professor..."

Albus smiled at Tanya. " Albus, you can call me Albus." The man stood up and walked towards the door.

Before Dumbledore could say goodbye and leave one last question came from inside the room. "This... It may be a strange thing to ask, but isn't there just a secret war between magicians that I must participate in?" Tanya's eyes seemed begging, almost manic as she asked, Albus unable to contain his curiosity, observed what the girl was thinking, what greeted him was the pale face of a brown-haired girl with empty eyes and a hole left on her forehead. This was…difficult to decipher, but Albus thought the best thing he could do for this girl was to make her feel safe with his words. "No, Hogwarts is safe and there is no war in which you have to participate."

Albus heard Tanya's sigh as he left the room.