Chapter 2: The Hero's Story Part 1 (The boy with a silver spoon)

In a cold room in the attic of an old house, bright sunlight entered the room from the tiny orifice at the roof. It was an annoying thing in the rains, but it was also the only source of natural light in this attic like place. This was the room where a mother and child slept,. cuddling together to rid themselves of the cold. Were they very poor? Not so. But they had to save money. After all beauxbatons' fee was not a joke and anyone who was not a naturalized citizen would have to pay way more. So, they rented this small space for 2 Galleons and 10 sickles a month, which was quite cheap.

The child woke up and quietly started meditating. He was training his occlumency. Luckily this body has a talent for it, far greater than what he had in his previous life. Yes it was his second life. In his previous life, he was a dark wizard under that bi*ch voldemort. No, he wasn't a death Eater. Death eaters were an Elite force, one that had a direct contact with their lord and had swore absolute loyalty. He, on the other hand was just another pure blood, fighting for their cause, he too swore loyalty in his heart though. How could he not, lord voldemort was gonna take the magical world to a new height, bring back the golden age of the Slytherin, no make it even better and he would do anything to be a part of it. It was a childish dream. One he had learnt to value more than his life. That's a given if you're raised as a third son in the pureblood family. You can live only if you are stupid enough to believe these things, or else you'd be killed in inheritance wars.

He was naive. He fought for voldemort, killed countless people, raped women to release stress and was finally sent to Azkaban. He died there, no he died long before, when those dementors started sucking his soul. He died countless times, each being more painful than the previous. He was sucked and sucked, till no more of him was left and then he truly was no more.

But he didn't regret it. He was a hero after all. He had fought for his people's sake. The ones he killed were all mudbloods or those who protected them. He had lost his youth and his life, but he had secured the future of the magic world. He was the glorious legend whose name would be written in history, beside their lord. The lord Voldemort...

Or atleast that's what he thought while he died. But then, life gave him a slap on his face. He got reborn, most probably a year after his death in his previous life. Time was a hard thing to measure in Azkaban. It got really slow initially, but once you get used to it, weeks start looking like days, as most of the time there is spent in daze.

"Being reborn isn't bad though." Who doesn't like second chances? "I could go back to my lord's side and ... ", he thought. Though shocked by the absurdity of his situation he was happy. Until, he turned six. He couldn't do much by himself till he grew up, so he was just following his Guardian. She was a witch for sure, but he didn't know if she was a pureblood or a mud blood. On the day of his sixth birthday when he was in a boat to France, it was then that it happened.

His head started to ache. It was not some simple headache. No! it was as if his whole brain was tearing apart. He screamed and squirmed in pain, he bit his tongue, trying to remain concious. He knew the importance of remaining concious in such cases but it was a useless effort. Soon, he lost the will to fight anymore, this small body couldn't handle it. His eyes blinked a few times, each time opening lesser than the previous, until, they opened no more and he lost his conciseness with a single thought in his head, " Will I die again? Like this?"

Then he dreamt. He dreamt of a boy, born with a GOLDEN spoon. First son of one of the wizargmont family, loving parents, talent, handsome face, a little sister who had leeser talent than him, yet they loved eachother. He naturally got famous and quite popular among his peers and the magical community. Faced with the flattery and expectations of the world, he worked harder and harder. He only got stronger.

He joined Britain's magic school, and passed the first grade with flying colours. He returned home to show his results to his parents, but their reaction broke something inside him. He wasn't expecting then to make a fuss over it but still, what he saw in their eyes was a touch of indifference. Their reaction showed that it was not a big deal, it was expected of him. He didn't like that. It was the first time that a feeling of emptiness, spread in his heart. They obviously congratulated him and his mother ordered the house elf to make his favourite dish. He went to his sister and told her the results and she reacted quite happily, Smearing him with praises and looking at him with respect. He soon forgot about that feeling and went to have his favorites on dinner.

This memory blurred, and another took it's place. This was a scene in the boy's third year. He was on the quidditch field. :

Today was the first match of the year between Slytherin and Gryffindor and he, being the Raven he was had come to analyse the opponent team. Of course, he wasn't that only one who had this brilliant idea other players had also come, even the dumb huffelpuffs had. He was looking for the best seat, when his eyes fell on a girl sitting among the other Ravens. She was a beautiful girl with ash brown hair and hazel eyes. She had a cute face with a tinge of baby fat in it. He was quite attracted to her. Used to having things his own way and being curious about the strange emotions in his heart, the boy just went and stood in front of her. The girl hadn't noticed him by then.

Then he saw that the seat beside the girl was occupied by a boy. He remembered the boy to be a second year who was one of the members of some mixed line. He just stared at the kid and authoritatively asked him leave. The boy easily complied and ran away. After taking the seat he was shocked to see that the girl was looking weirdly at him, He proudly stared back at her as if to show his superiority. But soon she averted her eyes and continued talking to her female friend. The boy listened in to the conversation, completely unaware that this small ripple like action would soon turn into a huge wave that won't stop till, it took down his own life.

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Author: Well it's still part one. This was another chapter with hardly no progress. I'll probably spend another 2-3 chapters explaining the background of major original charas and the general situation right now. Then comes the school arc🤔

Also comment to tell whether you're liking the work. Though there's not much in story, at least Pick out mistakes or something.

I don't know if brown and Hazel is best combo. Suggest if you have a better offer.

I hope you understand the Golden spoon. It's not my english that's bad😂