Adam Davies

Ever since I was a child, I have dreamed of fantastic worlds, with legendary creatures, unknown dangers and the rewards that come with power, the greatest of which is perhaps freedom itself.

The normal world was boring, and not fantastic at all, so I drowned in the wonder that was books, starting with simple short stories, moving on to dramatic dystopias, star travel, and stories about gods.

However, there was a story, which I have read and re-read many times during my short life, the story of a boy, who discovered he was a witch, and from that day on, his life and the world's life changed forever.

Now I was in a room familiar and unfamiliar at the same time. The room was well decorated, it looked luxurious, the color was blue, the bedding was gray, the furniture seemed to be made of an old but beautiful wood, the clothes I was wearing were of a soft fabric.

Still, my focus was not on all this luxury, my eyes focused mainly on the photo displayed under the dresser.

In the photo, there were three people, a tall handsome man with short dark hair, his eyes were brown, he was smiling and hugging the woman in front of him. The woman with long light brown hair, beautiful blue eyes and a charming smile. In her arms was a beautiful sleeping baby.

The photo was beautiful, but what was striking was the fact that it moved, yes the photo looked alive. The man hugged the woman and smiled for the camera, the woman smiled at the baby and relaxed in her arms around her, all in a living harmony that repeated itself.

I approached the photo and picked it up, I knew these people, and although there was a conflicting feeling like from the room, I felt a closeness to them.

It turned out they were my parents, who from the memories I now had, had died, about three years ago.

I returned the photo to its place and lay in bed, looking out the window, and admiring the moon that was beautiful in the dark night sky.I closed my eyes and allowed myself to travel through these new memories.

This was not my first life, I had died and woken up in this body, I couldn't remember how I died, in fact, the memories of the first life, I had lost several, especially the ones that gave me a sense of previous identity, I remembered things I ate, places I went, even stories I had read, but faces of family members, my face, their names, there was nothing, it was as if everything was a story and I was a spectator.

So there was this child body and its memories, the first thing I realized, was that I hadn't replaced someone who died, no, it was as if it was always me, but without the old memories, and last night, when a certain event happened, these memories from the other life came up, bringing me to this moment of reflection.

My name is Adam Davies, born in July 1979, currently four years old, son of Alice Davies and Robert Davies, and the only remaining member of the prestigious and ancient Davies family.

I was currently in a mansion in France, one of the many houses of the Davies family.

My Guardian was the family butler, Mr. Charlie, or as I called him, Uncle Charlie, who was with the family even before my father was born.

The Davies family, is one of the largest and wealthiest families in the entire world, especially in the West. The family's fortune, came from many generations of investment and expansion. The family focused on business, owning thousands of stores and investing in many businesses.

The family had some strange customs, where there could be only one child per generation, thus keeping the fortune and family 'together'. Whether boy or girl, there was only one per generation, I was the youngest member of the family, the new generation and the only living member.

If I died the family would cease to exist ....''I sighed

To me this idea of having only one member per generation was strange to say the least. But I didn't want to think about it too much, for me there were more interesting things. I looked at the photo under the dresser and smiled.

Amidst these memories, I discovered that there was something fascinating in this world. The existence of magic, yes, magic. At various times I saw Uncle Charlie waving a wand and mending vases that I had broken, or even disappearing under the fireplace into a green flame after speaking his fate.

If after all this, and the photo under the dresser, I still didn't know what world I was in, I would feel ashamed. I was in Harry Potter's world, and I am a wizard," I said, wanting to scream, but containing my voice.

Yes, I was in the world of Harry Potter, and I was a wizard. In fact, it was just when my magic 'awakened' that night, that my memories came back.

I was asleep, and I woke up cold, my blanket had come off me, so still half asleep I wished it would cover me, and then magically, it did it by itself.

Seeing the scene stunned me, but only for a moment, before a headache came over me and memories flooded my mind.

Even now I couldn't fully calm down, there was a mixture of excitement, anxiety and desire growing inside me. This was a world that I had a certain knowledge of, I knew of the dangers around every corner, I knew that there would be a difficult path ahead of me, but I would cross it and nothing could stop me.

Maybe it was the awakening of the magic, the new memories, but soon I felt a drowsiness, and fell asleep.

I felt the light under my face and opened my eyes, realized I slept on the wrong side of the bed, and was awakened by the first rays of light. I need to remember to close the curtains...

So it was all true ? Still lying there I remembered the night before, it was impossible not to smile when remembering my situation. But it was time to stop remembering and start living.

I put on my slippers and walked out of the room, I saw the long hallway, some paintings on the walls, and a beautiful plant in a pot under a stand.It was a typically large hallway with extravagant decoration of an old and wealthy family.

Before I could even walk, I heard a small pop from behind and turned around. There was a small being with pointed ears and big eyes, not human, and wearing some kind of pink cloak.

I recognized it at first glance, it was a house elf, actually the Davies family house elf, Grini.

'' Good morning, young master'' she said.'' Would you like me to prepare your hot bath?''

I thought about the idea for a while, but feeling my stomach complain, I smiled and answered Grini.

'' Actually, I'd rather eat first today.''

I will prepare your meal, young master,'' she said, before disappearing.

Apparation ... seeing this magic with my eyes was something incredible, I couldn't wait to do the same.

I didn't linger in the hallway and went down to the second floor, there I saw a man who looked to be about sixty years old, sitting on a couch, reading a newspaper. I took my time to look at the figures moving around in the newspaper; they looked like some kind of clerk in a suit.

Good morning,Uncle Charlie,'' I said as I approached, a wide smile forming on my face.

Charlie looked up and frowned.'' Good morning, young master Adam,'' he said, seeming to study me, '' has something happened ? a good dream perhaps?''

A dream ? no, it is better than that.

"Something good has happened," I said, with a now mysterious smile.

Charlie looked at me, up and down, but didn't notice anything, '' look at you, wanting to be mysterious.''

I couldn't stand it any longer and spoke with happiness in my voice: "I had my magic accident yesterday," that's what it was called, magic without control.

I watched Charlie stunned for a moment before he stood up and came over to hug me with red eyes.

"Congratulations young master, congratulations," he spoke, almost crushing me.

We stayed in this position for some time, until he got a hold of himself and calmed down.

''Grini, prepare a feast for tonight,'' he said, his voice still sparse.

After he calmed down, he asked me if it was okay with me. It was normal, for children to get hurt or cause some minor accident, when having their first unintentional magical events.

Only when I explained, that it was just a blanket fluctuation and showed that there were no bruises on my body, did he relax, but asked me to be careful, in case of further incidents.

Charlie was really happy, he treated me like a son, always looking after me and caring.

After the conversation was over, I finally went to eat, I didn't know if it was because of the awakening of magic, but I could eat a whole ox. Grini brought bread and cakes, cereal, milk.She prepared a hearty meal and was happy whenever I ate some more of her dishes.

After I had had my fill, I went over to the little table by the sofa and picked up a newspaper. It was in French, but that was one of the languages I had mastered in this life, along with English. Taking lessons from the age of one had proved useful. And apparently I was already an excellent student, I had learned both languages with ease, writing and counting as well.

Like I said, it was like it was always me. That was good so I wouldn't have to pretend, be slow and clumsy, I could maintain this 'genius' image without being labeled as weird.

The newspaper talked about many things, I read about the French Ministry of Magic having some reforms in important positions, I saw some incidents with witches and other things. Soon, I felt my stomach get smaller and, I accepted that hot bath.