1 Prologue

I heard a woman's scream, pleading for help, "NoOoo… my child… someone… please someone, help my child…"

Upon hearing her desperate cry, I tried to open my eyes.

I want to help her, but it seems I can't move my body.

Clearly, I am awake since I am aware of my surroundings. I want to get up and help that woman.

Just then, I heard a man's shout, "Clear the way! Everyone, move aside…"

And I felt his presence near me, "Don't worry madam. We will do our best to help your son." He said.

Wait a minute… they're all British? I can determine from their accent.

The man speaks like Jon Snow (Kit Harrington) – voice, which is husky and sexy that could arouse any woman. I want to sound like him. [AN: Excited for season 8.]

Wait… Son? Is he referring to me?

"Please do…" She replied as she wept.

Eh… I voiced out inside my head when I felt something soft is pressing my lips and air is forcefully given to me. What's happening? Why is he doing it? Wait… Is he doing CPR on me? But why?

[AN: I know someone will make a comment on this, but nooooooooo! This is not BL!]

Moments later, I coughed several times as I took in more air.

"My dear child!" The woman cried as she leapt and hugged me tightly.

The woman has long and wavy brunette hair, which covers her small angular face with traces of wrinkles. She has icy blue eyes underneath that narrow eyebrows, straight nose, and thin but well-shaped mouth. With her slender body and fair skin, she is attractive even if she looks to be in her 40's. [AN: Milf?]

But f*ck! Just now… just now… did this dude just kissed me? A dude kissed me? I was kissed by a dude? A dude and I kissed? [AN: Redundant much?]

F*ck!

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Sometime later, I made up my mind and realized what really happened.

I time travelled and took over a young boy's body. And the woman previously is my mother.

What happened was her house catches on fire (or should I say 'our' house), but luckily, we managed to survive. But I'm afraid her child didn't make it that I now possessed.

I felt sorry for her but I cannot be blamed for this.

The cause of fire remains a mystery, but it is no longer a matter. She was extremely grateful that we survived and no one was hurt.

I took over this boy's body, but I didn't inherit his memory. Therefore, I have no clue of anything around me.

I've read several LN with transported to another world genre, but I'm pretty sure they had inherited some memory of the previous owner of the body that helped them coped easily in that world.

And this is why I am having difficulty adjusting to this world (or era).

So, I tried my best to minimize the risk of being discovered, but it proved that I am simply overthinking those things.

I mean, who would suspect of anything supernatural had just transpired.

Who would prove it? [AN: Not even me, the author, can prove.]

For now, I'll pretend that I was in trauma and didn't remember anything.

[AN: When someone caught you of lying, anyone? I must say, it is very logical to act this way than pretend you know better. I am commenting on his behalf, not real life experience. Ehem…]

Who wouldn't believe my alibi?

Me, a child, caught in the middle of disaster and was very lucky to have come out alive for all goodness sake, but is now suffering the pain of losing memory.

It is foolproof and even now, everyone is extremely worried. Who knows if this amnesia is temporary or permanent.

This predicament had caused the woman (my mother) a heartache which I felt very sorry.

As for where I am, I am somewhere in London. Not just in London, but London in the year 1938. That is why I determined that I travelled through time.

How did I know? Well, I happened to see a newspaper lying around (it has the present date on it) while everyone is in panic. I also noticed their clothes are very outdated, certainly, it is not the fashion style of the 21st century.

At first, I thought it's pretty unrealistic, but I readily accepted it. As to why, well undeniably, I am the living proof. So why should I doubt myself?

I can only be called crazy if I kept on asking for the possibilities and disprove its occurrence. Not to mention, I have no definite answer of how and why.

I just have to move forward and deal with it. [AN: Yeah, this author just wants to avoid explaining things. Truth is, this is me every day.]

After an hour, the fire was finally put out. The firefighters are now just finishing their job in cleaning the debris.

Then I saw my mother approaching holding a towel which she put it on me. She comforted me, making me feel warm.

I said nothing though. It feels awkward to call her mom, when she isn't.

I then saw an old looking car coming from the gate. You can only find this kind of car in museums. Another ding (hint) that I really travelled through time.

A tall and brawny middle-aged man hurriedly got off and approached us.

His oval face has prominent feature and his short silky blonde hair was combed neatly behind. [AN: Drumroll… Enter Josh Brolin.]

My supposed to be mom, hugged him and they kissed. I supposed he is my dad, obviously.

"What happened?" He asked worriedly, "Are the two of you all right?"

"Yes, yes… we're alright, you shouldn't worry too much." Moms anxious reply. [AN: Duh~ your entire house was razed to the ground and you tell him to 'shouldn't worry too much'?]

"What happened?"

"I don't know. It was too much of a sudden."

"What do you mean?"

"The house just caught on fire."

"Just caught on fire?" [AN: Viola!]

"Yes… and we don't know how it happened. But thank God, we managed to run away from it."

The man then changed his attention to me and hugged me dearly, "Are you hurt? I am sorry I wasn't here to protect you and your mom. I thank God you're alright." [AN: If Thanos is my father, I would feel very safe or not.]

"He was traumatized. He can't speak." When my 'father' heard it, he burst into tears.

"No, no… are you alright my boy? Please talk to dad." [AN: Yes, papa Thanos… I don't feel good.]

I didn't respond and just stood there. I know he is worried, which made me feel a lot guiltier.

"Please, leave him for now. It must have been hard for our son."

"How… how?" He cried. Tears overflowing on his face.

"Al… Al was right in the middle of the fire. I was just extremely grateful nothing bad happened to him. It was really a miracle."

[AN: Miracle my ass.]

My mom everything to "my father" which almost made him faint twice in disbelief. But in the end, he was extremely grateful that a miracle had saved his son.

"I'm grateful you're all alive." [AN: But I don't feel good.]

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AUTHORS NOTE:

Yeah ah… ehem… When I am writing this fanfict, I had watched Avenger, Infinity War (I watched it 2x) and Deadpool (too many I lost count), thus, the frequent author's note insert. If you are bothered by it, then there's nothing you can do (for the next 3 chapter.)

Also, because some lines are very gullible and cringy. I was very disappointed at myself to write them. And I am having mental block to edit those, I might as well make fun of it. But, if Deadpool managed to crossed the 4th wall, then maybe, as the author of this fanfict, I can also cross it and become connected with my readers. There is nothing bad if we established this kind of relationship, right? Don't cringe please.

Oh yah, I've read many HP fanfict out there, some of them are good. And Self-insert (SI) is my weakness. So, I always wanted to write my own. Though, if you find it lacking, all I can say is, you shouldn't expect much from a novice writer.

If there are some typos, grammar mistakes, etc., please notify me and help me amend those. As you should know, I am not a native English speaker.

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