My new life began with pain.

A prick like a needle.

A gasp from above.

Then a yell, "A changeling in this house!"

I blinked my eyes open, nothing but blurry lights around me until a familiar screen popped up before me.

[Welcome Agent 313 to your final destination. The Wizardverse. With the Agency's final farewell we gift you the Rewrite the Ending System...

ERROR/ERROR...]

I winced as an annoying error sounded.

[Dimension has been compromised, agent cannot be retrieved. FULFILL PRIMARY OBJECTIVE!]

[System bonding...]

I winced as information about the tale that I was supposed to make better filled my head.

[Good luck Agent 313 on your retirement.]

Then silence.

I felt myself picked up and I was placed in a small bassinet before steps quickly retreated and a door clicked shut.

--

I never saw the parents. Of course I doubted I would not after the quick realization I was not their real child, followed by the assumption I was a changeling. Something not to be tossed away, but shown cold respect and kept away from the rest of the household.

It was only through passing comments of nannies that I came to know who I replaced for my name had changed very little, I was still given the name despite my status, Nevelle of the Longbottoms.

I wasn't without my own devices despite left isolated.

My system had a free library full of entertainment that I could peruse, due to the error they also gave over the remainder of points I'd saved up from previous missions.

Which came in handy for I had access to the system store immediately due to my multitude of points.

Over a year passed and whispers of the nannies spoke of possibly hoisting me off to an orphanage due to me seemingly powerless with no bouts of accidental magic. Which was a conundrum, for the Agency couldn't give agents magic, abilities: yes, magic: no.

I knew I had limited time when the whispers spoke of collectors coming to retrieve me.

I had to find something in the store that could delay such a boring end.

I immediately went to the abilities section seeing 3 options. A personalized ability, an elemental or the choice of any ability I've combat on previous missions. The third was tempting but faced by a wizarding world I wasn't sure how much mind-reading, thralls, siren calls, ect could help me. Yes individually they could help in certain situations but not all.

The personalized ability for 1 million points was tempting.

Looking at its information, I could tell it would be a risk but the idea of having a power perfectly suiting my personality called to me.

'Buy' I whispered in my mind, selecting the potion option for the enhancement. A sippy cup appeared in my small hands and I immediately began drinking it, my small nose crinkling at the sickly sweet taste of cherry bubblegum flavoring. As soon as I finished the bottle vanished and I waited for the pain to start, I'd heard of how painful enhancements could be. I never got any, they were always too much and I had always been one to save my points unless I absolutely needed to use them. I liked better solving things with wit and imagination rather than quick fixes. But this time called for it, I couldn't have my final mission fail before it had even begun.

I let out a high pitched squeal of pain as I felt it rush through my veins changing me from the inside to out. Just as my small body loss consciousness I felt my instincts tell me I was in danger, my mind imagined a large shield protecting all good before I konked out in pain.