Harry Potter: New World

Chapter 2 - 2



I woke up in bed. I had no doubts that this was a toddler's cradle. There were even railings here, or whatever the thing by the side of the bed for toddlers is called. My head was spinning, it was like waking up with a horrible hangover, but it went away pretty quickly. At least to some extent. My mind was in a mess. Random scraps of someone else memory were flowing into my brain. However, I was able to isolate the most important things. Just a few phrases and images made me quickly understand that I was reborn and where. We all know this tale.

"There will be no squib in this family!" ​​

"Don't you dare touch my son!"

"Exile by the ritual, and you, Narcissa, know your place! Not a drop of Malfoy blood will remain in this dirty squib."

There were more conservations happening between them, but the argument was the same with no change in the result. I now understand why I do not remember anything. An infant's long-term memory leaves much to be desired. It is almost impossible to remember something at this age. Because of this, it seems like my life began now and not long ago. I remembered these phrases because I was emotionally hurt, and I was outraged. The adult consciousness I had now made it possible for me to understand English correctly. Still, I did not completely remember what was happening around me - continuously forgetting what was happening half an hour or an hour ago is an unpleasant sensation.

Lucius is a real asshole. I do not like to swear, but ordinary words cannot even begin to describe how I feel about him. Narcissa turned out to be a stunning blonde, and those couple of memories with her were perfect. She looked at me with tenderness and motherly love. There is also my brother - Draco. Narcissa wanted to name me according to the traditions of her family. Still, the dispute on this topic with Lucius did not have time to end. I don't know what it was, but somehow, they thought I was a squib. Well, that makes everything clear.

I vaguely remember being thrown at the door of the first house of ordinary people that we came across. They found me only in the morning. Makes me feel as if I am some sort of alternate Harry Potter. Well, anyway, this is where I live now.

Maximilian Knight, which is spelled as "knight". At least that's what it says on the envelopes with receipts for payment, which were sorted out by the people who sheltered me. Yesterday, it seemed. Nursed and sorted out. Well, I was peeping.

And now what can I do? So, I'm a squib… that is kind of disheartening. I do not believe that the wizards that the Malfoy couple can afford will make mistakes in diagnostics. Well, or how did they define it all there? So, I had better not meddle in the magical world and make my way here. It's a shame, but that old man said something. And how can you find out so early exactly? It is also not clear. So, we will just grow, remember the old, learn the new.

***

Life was measured and fast. The adult mind tends to perceive time somewhat differently. For a child, time flows slowly only because his every day is full of new discoveries, impressions, and memories. I did not see anything new, nothing surprising. Everything has already been done before. It has already become a routine.

In the first years of living with the Knights couple - the nicest people I have ever seen, I still waited and hoped. Waited for some underage magic. But nothing changed. I Tried meditation and whatever I could think of. But in the end, I only fell asleep a bit later than usual.

The Knights couple. Sara and John. Bland names, if I have to be honest, but I could not boast of having an exclusive name in the past, and you know what, I lived very well until I died. They have children of their own, but they have already grown up and successfully built their careers out in the city. I think that's one of the reasons why the Knights did not mind raising another child at all. John, an ordinary-looking guy, a lawyer at some firm, quite successful. Average height, ordinary face, light brown hair, brown eyes ... a typical John. He earns a lot and spends everything, mainly on the house, his wife, and me. Sarah is a young-looking slim woman even though she is in her forties, a brunette with brown eyes. At first glance, her appearance is not above average, but ... The way she holds herself, the way she smiles, laughs, moves ... In general, makes people like her and have a good impression of her.

Time slowly passes, and now I am nine years old. I am an all-A-student in a decent school, I devote myself to athletics. Well, to whatever extent is it possible at this age. I go to a kendo club, which was very hard to find in the local community. I play the violin and piano ... I remember. I remember very well how I regretted these missed opportunities in my past life. I didn't want it… It's hard… I don't like it, I don't need it at all. And the adults said that I would regret it, but I was a child, then a teenager, youthful maximalism in all its glory! Now I'll catch up. And then I will regret something else.

We lived in a small but spacious private house in the suburbs of London. There is everything you need - a large shopping center, parks, schools, private kindergartens. In general, nothing new for me - I once lived in England for six years. I had tried to go to Cambridge or Oxford, but I had no money. I was smart. I had the intelligence required to excel in science, the desire to learn more, and there were irrepressible ambitions and a hole in my pocket. Right, I was somewhat socially unadapted. It was the reluctance of the brain to work in a social direction that let poor me down. To put it simply, in my past life, I wasted a lot of time. I smelled the aromas of the "bottom," stayed in the middle class, and was quite rich for a while, but instantly fucked everything up. I thought that I would always have time to earn more. Hmmm, ow I regrated that thought later.

The life of the Knights is quite good, and I learned a lot of new things. The truth is that the things I learned were mainly understanding how real English gentlemen should hold themselves and behave. The Knights were not very picky and did not demand me to always act like a "real Englishman." Still, it was necessary to know everything and be able to do them. I am happy - in a past life, my self-development was always lacking

The sudden squeal of tires jerked me out of my thoughts. A truck was rushing towards me with astonishing speed. Then from within my body, a sharp feeling, as if electricity hit, was running through me - an instant rush of adrenaline. It seemed that even time has slowed down.

The right transmigrator must have several things: superpower, a killer truck, a personal antagonist, and a lifelong goal in any order. It was these thoughts that rushed through my head. An irresistible desire to wave my hand, as if driving away from an annoying fly, forced me to make this wave.

Red liquid burst out of the ground and, in the form of three stripes, stretched out after the hand's movement, forming a kind of hemisphere in front of me. Simultaneously, the truck at full speed crashed into it as if it was a concrete wall. I saw how the truck's front was deformed, the headlights burst out, glass fragments flew, how it clamped down on the fat driver, flattening him. I saw how the streams of blood squeezed out of him, pouring into the red streaks in front of me. Suddenly my speed of perception returned to normal. I was deafened by the sound of the impact and the grinding of the truck's frame, light clouds of dust. I stood in the middle of a hemisphere of twisted metal. Gasoline smell, smoke, and oil were everywhere. There was no trace of the red ... bloody barrier.

"I need to get out of here."

It was a rather dark and empty alley, so I just ran around the corner of the house, twisted a little more, and walked steadily on.

My heart was beating like crazy. Blood was pounding in my temples. I walked down the street and stared blankly at my hands. So suddenly, a man died today because of me…. But if I hadn't defended myself, I would have been dead myself...

The beginning of a new, incredible journey - finished sorting my own thoughts. This is indeed so, and the sudden realization softened the rolling flurry of emotions. I need to go home.


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