Fiction Invasion

The memory backlash I'm experiencing now is definitely divine in nature. However how do I realize that? I have no idea. But if the sudden huge influx of memories and information that is currently getting installed my mind is to be believed than I'm definitely going through an evolution phase. Also it seems I crossed the Multiverse, as somehow I know that I'm entering a Universe where magic is real and THE Harry Potter is a distant cousin of mine. And I'm damn sure I'm not in my former Universe. That, or I'm going insane.

The current information installation rate is very high. And I have got some new powers as well from my… err, well I will call my sponsor. How I'm so sure? That's because right about now I'm getting knowledge on the varieties of my new powers from different fictional Verses I knew – shape-shifting and healing factor from X-men Verse, Sharingan, Alterran memory from the Stargate Verse, Eternal Mangekyou Sharingan and Rinnegan from Naruto Verse, Saiyan powers from the Dragon Ball Z Verse and a monster summoning contract from the Pokémon Verse. Also I am head to two Most Ancient and Noble Houses – which ones though I cannot tell.

So alright! Where does the memories begin? Yeah right! Charlus Potter, Harry's grandfather was my paternal grandfather's younger brother. My grandfather loved travelling the world and collecting lost knowledge. According to official records, no information was found on him when he went missing – presumed dead. My dad was an American Unspeakable. Died before I was born.

Mum was from an Ancient House as well. She was the only child however had some problems with her core that restricted her magic – essentially a squib. She was never treated wrong though due to the liberal mindset of the American Magical Society. She was an avid researcher in her own plight and had made great fame in the non-maj (the term I prefer to refer to what Brits call muggles) world before she succumbed to cancer when I was four. Or that's what everyone else knew. In reality she died as is natural for a siren after the death of their mates. The fact that she lived until I was four says volumes of how much she loved me as it was her love for me that kept her going. Sirens usually do not even last one month.

She tried murdering me as a last act which led me to killing her instead – an incident which gained me my EMS (Eternal Mangekyou Sharingan). It was her parting gift to me for enduring life after she moves on. And I shall be eternally grateful to her for what she did.

Unfortunately for me, no living relations of mine were left in the US. Thus the MACUSA sent me off to an orphanage after that but after three years of mistreatment I fled to the protection of the ancestral home of my maternal grandparents. No auror, tracker or enchanter, however good sent by the MAHUSA, could even track my location much less breach the wards protecting my estate. For the next few years I was homeschooled by the elves and the 4-dimensional portraits of my family and ancestors in topics covering both the magical and the non-magical subjects. I was using my mother's wand all this while which surprisingly answers to me as good as it did to her – how do I know that? Don't bother asking me.

A great cover story I would say if I weren't experiencing all that I relayed in avid detail – Yeah! I'm definitely in some new Universe. There is also the fact that that my mum and maternal grandmother were sirens which somehow I inherited – seemingly I know somehow that sirens produce the best of the allures out there. The last bit of information entered my mind with a sting signaling it was the end of rebooting. Seriously I can bet my vault in Gringotts that my memory of my encounter with my sponsor was washed clear by some divine being. Wait! How do I know that I have a vault in Gringotts? Oh yeah! Heir to two Most Ancient and Noble Houses – must meet the goblins soon.

Now the question of the day? How should I help my long lost cousin? I am definitely not doing anything major until Voldemort is resurrected. So I can use this time to may be mold my cousin better so that he is stronger than he was supposed to be in canon when facing Voldemort. How long do I have anyway? I get the data that I am thirteen now with my birthday on April 5th and all. And also that the year in 1993 in this Verse. That makes me the same age as that of my cousin. Yeah and apparently after declining invitations from magical schools all this long, I've finally accepted my Hogwarts letter. Plenty of time I'd say.

So what was that last bit of information I received anyway? I scan my mind and find out. I'm falling down at a great speed. No worries there. WAIT! I'M FALLING DOWN AT A GREAT SPEED! Well it seems that this is it. I'm dying now.

I open my eyes for the first time and dare to look down. Somehow I can calculate how far it is until I am doomed. My Dojotsu perhaps.

Five hundred meters until May Day…

Four hundred meters…

Three hundred meters…

Two hundred meters…

One hundred meters…

Fifty meters…

Fifteen meters…

Nine meters…

CRASH!

"…"

"I'm freaking alive," I groaned out in my great pains which somehow I know was lessening at great speeds – ah! Have to love the healing factor.

I look up from my position to see I am at the business end of a glowing wand. Not losing my composure I look up to see the face of the wielder of this wand in the glowing light of the wand – and I am definitely surprised now. Messy black hair. Average build. Emerald eyes peering at me warily rather than threateningly. And of course the trademark lightning bolt scar on the forehead. It is my cousin.

What was he supposed to do here? Oh yeah! Ran away from home after blowing up Marge Dursley. Literally.

"Um… hi?" I offered with a casual smile.