AN: This is my take at Harry Potter SI story. Enjoy the story
Christopher Sterling's eyes snapped open, and he was met with an unfamiliar ceiling. Panic set in as memories flooded his mind. He remembered being with Diya, his girlfriend, walking hand in hand down a busy street. Then, a truck had come out of nowhere, and everything had gone dark. The pain and fear of that moment still lingered, but something was off. This wasn't his world.
He sat up abruptly, his heart racing. The room was sleek and modern, with no sign of the chaos he remembered. A faint hum of machinery echoed in the distance, and the air was thick with the scent of antiseptic. Christopher's mind reeled as he tried to piece together what had happened.
In his panic, he felt an odd tingling sensation in his fingers. It was as if electricity was coursing through them, building in intensity. Suddenly, the lights in the room began to flicker wildly, and the air seemed to vibrate with an unseen force. Papers on a nearby table started to swirl, caught in a miniature whirlwind. The machinery hum grew louder, and the room shook slightly, as if the very fabric of reality was being disturbed.
The door burst open, and two people rushed in. They were his parents in this new life—Eleanor and Julian Sterling. Eleanor was a renowned surgeon, known for her precision and calm demeanor, while Julian was a successful businessman with a keen eye for investment. They were well-off and lived in the Muggle world, but there was something about them that seemed... off.
"Christopher, what's happening?" Eleanor exclaimed, her voice laced with concern as she tried to shield herself from the swirling papers.
Julian stepped forward, his eyes fixed on the whirlwind. "It's okay, son. We're here. Just calm down."
But Christopher couldn't calm down. He was overwhelmed by the realization that he was no longer in his own world. He remembered everything about Harry Potter, the wizarding world, and magic. It was all so real, yet he was here, in a world where none of that existed.
As the magic dissipated, leaving behind a faint scent of ozone, Christopher felt a deep sadness wash over him. He missed Diya. He missed their life together. The thought of her not being here with him was unbearable.
Eleanor approached him cautiously, her hands extended. "Christopher, it's okay. You're safe now. Whatever happened, we're here for you."
But Christopher just shook his head, tears welling up in his eyes. "I... I was with Diya," he whispered, his voice cracking. "We were walking, and then... and then something happened. I don't know how I got here."
Julian's expression softened. "You've been asleep for a while, Christopher. You're safe now. We'll figure out what happened together."
Christopher looked at them, feeling a mix of gratitude and despair. He knew he had to adapt to this new life, but the ache in his heart for Diya was something he couldn't shake. He wondered if she was out there somewhere, if she too had been reborn into this strange new world.
As he lay back down, surrounded by the unfamiliar comforts of his new life, Christopher couldn't help but feel a sense of longing. He hoped that someday, somehow, he would find Diya again. Until then, he would have to navigate this strange new world alone, with only his memories of her to hold unto.
Daphne Greengrass stirred, her senses slowly returning to her. The softness of the silk sheets beneath her fingertips and the faint scent of lavender in the air were unmistakable reminders of luxury. As her eyes fluttered open, she was greeted by the sight of an ornate canopy above her bed, its emerald green fabric shimmering in the morning light. The room was lavish, adorned with elegant tapestries and family portraits that exuded tradition and pride. Yet, something felt wrong.
Her head throbbed as fragmented memories surged forward—Diya Gupta, Chinmay Samanta, the truck hurtling toward them. Her heart clenched painfully as she recalled their laughter moments before everything went ... Chinmay...The names echoed in her mind, anchoring her to a life that felt both distant and vivid. She wasn't Diya anymore; she was Daphne Greengrass, daughter of a respected pureblood family.
The door creaked open, and two figures entered hurriedly—her parents. Cyrus Greengrass, tall and imposing with sharp features softened only by his concern, was dressed impeccably in dark robes befitting his position as a prominent figure in wizarding politics. Beside him was her mother, Evelyn Greengrass, a graceful woman whose warm demeanor contrasted with her husband's stern exterior. Both looked relieved yet worried.
"Daphne!" Evelyn exclaimed, rushing to her bedside. "You've been asleep for three days! We were so worried."
Cyrus stood at the foot of the bed, his piercing gaze scanning her as if searching for answers. "Are you feeling alright? Your magic has been... unstable."
Daphne blinked, confused by his words until she noticed it herself—an invisible force swirling around her like a gentle storm. The curtains billowed despite the closed windows, and faint sparks of energy crackled in the air. Her magic felt alive, unrestrained and powerful in a way she had never experienced before.
"I'm fine," Daphne managed to say, though her voice trembled slightly. She glanced at her hands, which tingled with residual energy. "I just... I don't know what happened."
Evelyn exchanged a worried look with Cyrus before sitting beside Daphne and taking her hand. "You've always been strong with magic, but this... this is different."
Daphne nodded absently, trying to make sense of everything. She remembered the truck—the impact—and then waking up here. Her memories of Diya's life were intact, but they clashed with this new reality where she was Daphne Greengrass, heir to one of the Sacred Twenty-Eight pureblood families.
Her parents' voices faded into the background as realization dawned upon her. She knew this world—this wasHarry Potter'sworld. The traditions, the politics, even Hogwarts—it was all real. And yet, she wasn't just another character in this story; she had been reborn into it with full knowledge of what lay ahead.
Her chest tightened as thoughts of Chinmay flooded is he? Did he survive?The ache of missing him was unbearable.
"Daphne?" Cyrus's voice broke through her thoughts.
She looked up at him and nodded slowly. "I'm fine," she repeated softly. But inside, she felt anything but fine. She was Daphne Greengrass now—a name steeped in history and expectation—but she would never forget who she had been or the bond she shared with Chinmay.
As her parents continued to fuss over her well-being, Daphne resolved to find answers—not just about herself but about Chinmay too. If he was out there somewhere in this world, she would find him. Until then, she would master this new life and prepare for whatever destiny awaited her in the wizarding world.
Christopher Sterling had always been a puzzle to his parents, Eleanor and Julian. Before his rebirth, he had been a spoiled, carefree child, but something changed in him over the years. At nine years old, Christopher had transformed into a boy who exuded intelligence and curiosity. He devoured books, asked questions that left adults baffled, and exhibited a maturity far beyond his years. His parents, once worried about their son's lack of direction, now looked at him with pride and relief. He was handsome, too—his jet-black hair with faint red highlights gave him an air of mystery, while his striking green eyes, as vivid as emeralds even in the dark, seemed to hold secrets no one could fathom. His angular face hinted at a sharpness of mind and character, and for a boy his age, his toned muscles and agility were nothing short of extraordinary.
But Christopher wasn't just a prodigy in the eyes of others; he was a boy on a mission. Deep down, he remembered everything—his past life as Chinmay Samanta, the accident that had taken him from that world, and the realization that he now lived in the universe ofHarry Potter. The knowledge weighed heavily on him. He knew what lay ahead: magic, danger, and an uncertain destiny. Yet what haunted him most was the absence of Diya. He missed her terribly and wondered if she had been reborn into this world too.
Sitting cross-legged on the floor of his room one evening, Christopher stared out the window at the fading sunlight. His mind was racing with plans. As a Muggle-born wizard—though he hadn't yet received any confirmation from Hogwarts—he knew he would have to work harder than anyone else to prepare for the challenges ahead. He couldn't rely solely on magic; he needed to be strong in body and mind. With that thought in mind, he decided on a rigorous training regimen.
His first step was physical conditioning. He began each day with intense exercise—push-ups, pull-ups, running laps around his neighborhood park, and practicing agility drills he'd devised himself. His young body adapted quickly to the routine, becoming stronger and more flexible with each passing week. Next came martial arts; Christopher convinced his parents to enroll him in classes under the guise of self-defense training. The discipline and focus martial arts demanded helped him channel his emotions and control his growing magical energy.
But Christopher's ambitions didn't stop there. He wanted to master swordsmanship—a skill that felt oddly natural to him despite never having held a blade before in this life. Using online tutorials and practice swords bought with allowance money, he began teaching himself basic techniques in secret.
Most importantly, Christopher knew he needed to strengthen his mind. Remembering snippets from his past-life knowledge ofHarry Potter, he resolved to learn Occlumency—the art of shielding one's mind from intrusion. Though he lacked formal instruction or access to magical resources, he started with meditation exercises to clear his thoughts and build mental fortitude.
TIMESKIP: ONE YEAR LATER
Christopher Sterling wiped the sweat from his brow as he stood in the middle of the training field behind his family's secluded mansion. The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the neatly trimmed grass. His shirt clung to his well-toned body, a testament to years of rigorous training. At just eleven years old, Christopher's physical abilities were nothing short of extraordinary. His muscles were lean and defined, his agility unmatched, and his movements precise and calculated. He had pushed himself to limits most adults wouldn't dare, drawing inspiration from the manga characters he had admired in his past life.
He took a deep breath, focusing on the task at hand. His magic swirled within him like an untamed beast, vast and powerful, yet under his control. Christopher had spent years honing his abilities, blending physical strength with magical prowess. He had learned to channel magic into his muscles and veins, enhancing his speed and strength to superhuman levels. A single punch, infused with magic, could shatter a boulder into dust—a feat he had tested more than once on the massive rocks scattered around the field.
His swordsmanship was equally impressive. Inspired by characters like Mihawk and Zoro, Christopher had dedicated countless hours to mastering the blade. His movements were fluid and precise, each strike carrying devastating power. He could block bullets with ease during practice—an incredible feat for someone so young—but he knew spells would be far trickier to counter. To truly master this art, he needed a spell-repelling sword capable of deflecting magical attacks. Until then, he focused on creating magical waves with his strikes, mimicking the haki-infused slashes of his favorite swordsmen.
Christopher's wandless magic was another area where he excelled. Through sheer determination and discipline, he had achieved feats most adult wizards couldn't dream of. Summoning and banishing objects came naturally to him now; he could summon a chair from across the room or banish a boulder with enough force to send it flying into the horizon. Levitation was child's play—he could lift himself several feet off the ground or float objects as heavy as a car with ease. Yet even with such mastery, he remained humble, knowing there was always more to learn.
His mind was just as sharp as his body. Years of Occlumency training had fortified his mental defenses to an impressive level for his age. Though not yet an expert, Christopher could sense when someone attempted Legilimency on him and repel minor intrusions effortlessly. He knew he needed proper books to advance further but was satisfied with his progress for now.
As much as Christopher loved his parents—who supported him wholeheartedly after witnessing his magical abilities—there was still an ache in his heart for Diya. The memories of their past life together lingered like a bittersweet melody, driving him forward with unyielding resolve. Whether she was in this world or not, he would honor their bond by becoming someone worthy of their shared dreams.
After finishing his training routine with one final devastating punch that cracked the earth beneath him, Christopher turned toward the house. That's when he noticed it—a tawny owl perched on the stone railing of the veranda, a letter clutched in its talons.
His heart skipped a beat as he approached cautiously. The owl hooted softly and extended its leg toward him. With trembling hands, Christopher untied the letter and unfolded it.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore (Order of Merlin, First Class; Grand Sorc.; Chf. Warlock; Supreme Mugwump; International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Mr. Sterling,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY
Uniform:
First-year students will require:
Three sets of plain work robes (black)
One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
One winter cloak (black, silver fastenings)
Please note that all pupils' clothes should carry name tags.
Course Books:
All students should have a copy of each of the following:
The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1) by Miranda Goshawk
A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot
Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling
A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch
One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore
Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander
The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble
Other Equipment:
1 wand
1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)
1 set glass or crystal phials
1 telescope
1 set brass scales
Students may also bring an owl OR a cat OR a toad.
PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS
Christopher read the letter twice before folding it carefully and clutching it tightly in his hands. A wave of emotion surged through him—excitement for what lay ahead mixed with determination to prove himself worthy of this opportunity.
"Finally," he whispered to himself, staring at the horizon where Hogwarts awaited him.