1 Getting summoned into a Magical Baby

Being dead sucks. How do I know?? You may ask. Because I am fucking dead and the sad part is, I am dead for the lamest reason possible in the entire existence, and that is falling from fucking stairs. A fitting death if you ask me for an "AVERAGE" guy like me. Mind you The word Average should be taken literally. Let me enlighten you on which qualities we define an average guy.

1) Avg looks - check

2) Avg IQ - check

2) Avg grades- check

3) Avg social life - check

4) Avg job - check

5) no Girlfriend - Double check

6) certified Otaku - check

So, I should have expected dying like that. But what I didn't expect is getting stuck in this " void." If I may call it that.

I will repeat this, "dying sucks." Because who wants to be stuck in a place with no light, no sound, and no frigging sense of time. I don't know how long it has been. Maybe it has been Days, Months, or maybe Years. Because of this "Timeless" void, I was slowly but surely started losing my memories. I already lost my childhood memories, and when I almost resigned to my fate, I started hearing someone speaking. No, wait it was not speaking; it was virtually like chanting.

The chanting got more clear until I could make out the words. The words were "ARTIMO REGULO PERCEIVE." These three words made up that chant, and the chant was getting louder and louder.

Suddenly, I felt a pull, and the pull increased with the increase in the chant's intensity.

The pull was guiding me out of the void that much I was sure of. So I let myself be pulled and be guided until I felt no more of the force.

The moment I lost the feeling of pull, I felt another sensation. The sensation I thought I will never feel again. It was the sensation of warmth; it was the sensation of "LIFE."

Slowly but surely, my senses started returning. I slowly felt I had a body. So I began to open my eyes, and they did open, and the first thing I saw will be forever etched in my memory. The image of a black-haired man with blood flowing through his eyes and his mouth. But the thing that struck me most was his creepy smile and those bright ORANGE eyes which showed his relief and a hint of sorrow.

The first thought that ran through my mind is that who the fuck is this creep and who has orange eyes, anyway.

My thoughts were interrupted when he started speaking to me in an eerily soft voice with his piercing orange eyes directed at me.

"Well, it seems the fucking ritual saved my Son. At least there is some hope left for our ,"SUMMERKING" family. We have lost much in this war despite my caution."

He paused himself and started to get himself lost in something before continuing again with some regret in his voice.

" Maybe I should have taken a stand and should have chosen aside. Then I wouldn't have lost a wife and a mother to my child."

He stops again and suddenly shouts.

"Brood,"

The moment those words are out of "my father's" mouth (from what I could gather, he seems to be my father). A weird creature with some funny butler uniform popped out beside him out of nowhere. It looks eerily similar to those elves in Harry Potter Movies.

Then it fucking clicked in my mind. I have been brought into the HP universe. Fuck yea!!! falling from stairs was soooo worth it. If I had known that after death, I would be born in the HP world. I would have done it a long time ago.

But coming back. The house-elf was looking at my father with a bit of anxiety and worry, maybe because of the state he is in now.

My "father" turning his head towards the elf and asked Brood(elves have such fucking weird names)

"Have You done what I have asked you to do."

"Yes, master. I have done everything according to your orders.",replied the ever-faithful creature.

My "father," tiredly nodded his head. I don't fucking know how he is still conscious after so much blood loss. Maybe it is a wizard thingy. Brood looked a little hesitant before asking my "father."

"Master, how did the ritual went? Is young master safe."

My "father" gave the nod to the relief of Brood and turned towards me and gave me a long creepy look and then turned towards Brood again and said

"Brood I have little time left. It is up to you to look after Brax till he is 3 years old after that bring him to Ancestral hall to meet my Magical Portrait. This ritual was never performed on 1-year-old Infants, so I don't know how it will affect him. So, keep an eye on his health."

Brood with tears in his eyes keeps nodding while listening to my "Father." My "Father" after giving his orders to Brood turned towards me and smilingly said

"Live a long and prosperous life, my Son. Maybe the SUMMERKING family will rise from the ashes just like you did by defying death itself."

With that, he started disintegrating into the air. It is horrific watching a man crumbling, but even in his death, the smile never left him, and a few moments later, he was gone from the existence. Then suddenly, his words of "one year" clicked. OH FUCK! Dying fucking sucks man. I raged with every ounce of power, but all that was left and heard in the room was Brood and a crying baby.