4 New Life
'So warm and comfortable'
Was the thought that went through my mind when I got my consciousness back. I was in a dark, soft and wet space. I could hear distant voices that were slightly distorted as if they were behind a wall. Why am I here? Oh! Right I died and got reincarnated, hopefully I'll enjoy my new life just the way I wanted.
'So bright'. There was an opening that was getting closer, it was so bright that it started to hurt my eyes. Eventually I was surrounded by the light and had no choice but to keep my eyes closed.
"Congratulations Mr and Mrs Vesta, it's a boy!"
"BUAAHHHH!" I cried for a while as my breathing reflex kicked in.
'Huh? Is she my mother?'
I looked up to see an incredibly pale woman. Her eyes however were, as bright as they could get and were hazel, with dark golden blonde hair reaching behind her back and in front of her face. It was only then that I noticed a man standing beside her with a gentle smile on his face, he had dark brown eyes and black hair.
The woman who I assumed to be my mother said to the man who I assumed to be my father:
"Look dear, how cute our baby boy is"
To which he replied:
"Yes dear, I've thought of a name ..."
Before he could continue, my mother interrupted him.
"... I'll name him"
"... But? ..." said my father
"I said I WILL name him" replied my mother to him with a scary expression on her face.
"Yes, ma'am" said my father. Damn, at least know I know who wears the pants in their relationship.
After that my mother looked at me with a loving and gentle smile and said:
"Hello little one, I'm your mum, and you will be ... Vesta, Regius Vesta ..."
To which I giggled reminiscing about the James Bond catchphrase. Soon my father approached me and said with a weird smile.
"Hello my son! I am your dad, one of Athens' strongest and wisest wizard. I promise to teach you the secrets of magic and life ..."
Woah, now that got me excited, if he really was as strong as he said and if he personally taught me magic before even I go to any magic academy, that would be amazing. But then he continued speaking.
"... By starting with the noble art of appreciating good literature*wink* *wink*".
What the heck!
"BUAAHHHH!" cried the little old me as I swung my little arms and legs, thinking about what did I do to deserve such a father. I want a refund. NO, I demand a refund, afterlife clerk.
"See what you've done" said my mum to dad as she tried to calm me down.
"Huh? What did I do"
He said with a totally confused and dumbfounded expression. To which my mum replied:
"You've scared him with one of those stupid smile of yours, get out of here! You've done enough!"
"Yes ma'am" said my dad, leaving the room with his head down. After he left, it was only me and mum in the room, she looked at me with a warm smile and said.
"Don't worry about dad, he is just like that, but he is a good man. Let's get you fed and put you to sleep".
________1 year later _________
I am in a garden right now, watching my mother water plants that I've never seen. I slowly close my eyes while thinking how this year had gone by. Right now I am 85 cm (2'7") tall which is average for a child of my age.
My parents see me as a smart-toddler that is well-behaved and easy to raise as I cry only when I need to be feed, or I need to poop. My mum's name is Ember Vesta née Yaxley. She was 21 years old when I was born, and is currently 22 years old. She's a gentle and caring mother and a wife, yet she could be really scary to my dad sometimes. My dad's name is Adam Vesta. He was 22 years old when I was born, and is currently 23 years old. As for looks, they both above average, like a 7.5/10. I should look pretty good in the future, looking at my parents, as long as I work out a bit.
From the conversations that I heard from my parents and guests, I learned that my grandparents died in the previous war against Voldemort, and I was born in Greece atleast a year before the death of Voldemort, so around the same time as Harry Potter.
Moving on. We are living in a large two-story house in Greece with a massive garden. From the looks of it, we must be quite rich. Both my mum and dad stayed at home a lot, so their income source must be passive.
I tried speaking a lot since my birth, but wasn't able to due to undeveloped vocal cords. I was finally able to speak my first words a month ago, and it went like this.
Me : "Ma ... Ma ..."
Mum : "Hmm? Say that again, say Ma"
Me : "Ma... ma"
Mum to my dad : "Dear, come here, look our little Regi called me Mama" *excited*
Dad : "Regi, call me Dada" *curious*
Me : "Perv... da... da" *giggle*
Dad : "What! Don't call me that, call me Dada" *dumbfounded!*
Mom : "Haiz, Where did you learn that from Regi?" *headache*
Me : "Ma... ma" *giggle*
End of flashback.
Every time I think about how I am in the magical world of Harry Potter gets me excited. I did get to see my parents with wands and also witnessed frequent use of Scrougify to clean after the mess I made, but guess what, they did that all without a wand. They must be quite powerful to do wandless magic, because from the knowledge I got even though a child can do wandless magic as long as it has extremely high control and the needed knowledge (as that is how accidental magic happens, where high amount of emotions make up for the needed control of abysmal amount of magic that a child has), but wizards of this world haven't advanced enough to create their own control techniques to do magic without a magical focus in our case a wand. Only a powerful wizard of this world can do wandless magic, as after a certain stage a wizard can do wandless magic even without a proper control technique.
I haven't yet used my status screen or dived deep into any knowledge that I got aside from how wandless magic in this world hasn't advanced. Yes, I know I probably should have done that and looked into more knowledge about magic a long ago, but I was too busy getting fed, pooping and sleeping. Being a baby sucks.
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Regius : *tired of not being able to control when to poop* 😭
Dad : *pervy sage mode* let me teach you the secrets💮 of life, my son 🧠
Mum : Shoo, don't corrupt my precious 🥺 baby with your idiocacy. 😠
