Being a baby sucks

(A/N): For the rest of the story I'll continue in a personal view. This is because I'm trying to make it easier for the readers (hey that's you!) to know what Anthony is thinking and his feeling of being reborn. There are of course also a lot of impulses in a new word and a lot of shit to take in so I thought it would be best for the story to continue this way. If you don't agree let me know! I listen to criticism!!!

I was reborn. And it sucked. Alot. I couldn't do anything except cry and shit my pants. Being conscious at this age was so stupid I wish I could kill myself but I can't even stand up and fall or something like that. But there were two positives. Two big positives to be exact.

When it was time to eat my mum would come down and I could go down town. And I know you might be thinking 'Hey Anthony isn't that really immoral since she's literally your mum' And in principle I'd agree with you. But I didn't feel attached to her in any way, not yet anyways.

My mum grabbed me and held me tight. "Who's my little cutie" coo'd my mum. I decided to giggle a bit because you know bitches like that. She continued to coo me for a while but after a while it got boring. I wish I could speak and just say 'That's enough, now give me your tiddy I'm hungry"

I thought it was still weird that I felt this way since normally I wasn't led on my impulses that much but I blamed it on my hormones that were raging in my body. After all I was a baby my body was actively growing. Which you could, by the way, feel. It was very disturbing and I don't wanna talk about it.

I knew very well that it wasn't due to the hormones. But I wasn't going to admit that it was my fault. That's just plain disturbing.

Aside from my mother's big personalities she was actually in all fairness a pretty woman. She seemed to be around her mid-thirties. Her hair was white and silky smooth with bright piercing scarlet red eyes. If you looked long enough in her eyes it felt like she was staring through your psyche. Her skin was very white, but when I mean very white I mean like being as bright as the moon. It was like her skin reflected any light that touched it. Like no offense mum but getting some vitamin D might not be a bad plan. She kind of looked like a vampire the way she was now. She also had this Eastern European accent but I couldn't really place it.

One interesting point was that I could still comprehend English. And God didn't lie. It seemed like I did reincarnate in Harry Potter. Sometimes my dad came around and floated some toys in my crib and let me play with them. My dad was a chubby man and in general not really a looker. He had curly hair like the past me and actually could've been me if I was fat but there was this vibe around him which was very distasteful. I'm not really sure how he landed my mum.

Luckily for me the days passed quickly. I slept a lot and listened to the radio. My dad would put on the radio and listen to the music that was on. Wizarding radio wasn't much different from our normal music that we know and love but the lyrics were really odd sometimes. They would sing about cauldrons or their brooms but to be honest it isn't as different when our artists rap about their Lamborghinis.

I quickly grew and began to speak some words. My first word was of course 'Radio'. When I was 4 years old I finally stopped forgetting stuff all the time and was fully conscious. In the years growing up I found out that my mum doesn't go outside that often. She mostly goes outside when it's dark. She would rarely go outside when the sun was out but when she did she would cast a charm over herself first.

Another thing I considered is odd that my mum would sometimes have her hair fall out and become gray but the other day she would be completely normal again like she rejuvenated herself somehow.

I had some plans for the future. I'll try to absorb as much knowledge as I can from my dad's library and practice some spells that might be in the books. I tried to probe my brain a bit but it doesn't seem like I have a core or anything akin to that. I haven't had anything magical yet happen to me so I might be a squib which is worrying. If God meant that as a special ability I swear I'll kill him.

It finally happened! My first magical event happened when I was 7. It took a while but now I atleast know what it feels like. It seems to be flowing through my body in veins. Much like blood. I can feel a small pool of magic in my stomach like it's gathering there. Like some sort of chakra. I've also noticed that my skin is nearly indestructible.

I was walking down the sidewalk with my dad and I accidentally fell but when I fell I didn't feel pain but the pavement was smashed into bits and pieces. I've also been gathering bits of knowledge about the effects my mother has been having and I think I've pinned what she is. A vampire. I'm scared of the effects that might have on me. I don't have any problems with being in the sun. Except that it sometimes itches and burns but it's not I'll disintegrate or something of the sorts.

The reason that I was hesitating whether or not is that in the first place, I had short term memory loss. I couldn't comprehend information that well and obvious clues would easily slip my mind. One other thing that I was still debating is whether she was an albino or a vampire, she could he both. She certainly fit the bill to be an albino, red eyes almost white blond hair.

The other thing that made me doubt if she was a vampire is due to the fact she can cast some simple charms. She casts some charms before she goes outside and also when she's cooking or some mundane tasks around the house. It would be foolish to immediately assume she's a vampire. After all I don't know much about them and how they work in this world. There was nearly no information on them in the books or movies.

Currently I was sitting in my dad's library. He was away working for the Ministry. He works for the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures which might be the reason how my mum and dad met. It also makes it way more plausible how my dad landed my mum but I don't know how many options vampires have to date.

I was reading a book with basic spells, one that you would need to buy in your first years of Hogwarts. Until now I wasn't able to make any spell work. It's hard to replicate something that happened by accident. I'm currently working on casting Lumos but it's harder than I thought. I need somewhere to focus my attention on like a wand now I'm just casting aimlessly in the whole room and that doesn't produce anything.

I stood up and walked out of my dad's study and headed to the garden. My mum was in the garden sitting under an umbrella. I thought it was time to pop the question after all, maybe vampires have some sort of perk to achieving greater magic.

''Mum, are you a vampire'' asked Anthony. His mum had named him Anthony which was ironic but he didn't really mind. My mum sighed ''I guess you deserve to know, yes dear. I'm a vampire and that makes you a half-vampire. It's very rare for a wizard and a vampire to create a baby but your dad and I were successful and now you are here'' She gave me a maternal smile which filled me with happiness. I simply felt safe being close to her.

''I sometimes feel these weird cravings but they don't last… Should I be worried?'' Anthony asked seriously. He was worried that when he grew up he started to crave blood and that definitely wouldn't be ideal. Especially if he wanted to roam around Hogwarts. He would be expelled quicker than he could say 'quidditch'.

''I don't think you should be worried'' my mother said pensively. ''After all you haven't craved any blood otherwise I would've felt it whilst i was breastfeeding haha!'' Ah apparently I had a real comedian as a mum that was great.

She would often pop up out of nowhere to scare me or would tell these lame jokes to cheer me up. It's annoying but in a way also endearing. ''If I'm half-vampire does that mean I can transform into a bat?'' I was really curious about this one. If I was able to do this that would mean I wouldn't need an animagus. I could also calmly explore Hogwarts since that place is a mess anyways.

''I'm not sure but the first transformation comes naturally, no need to force it.'' That was actually a huge positive. I just get this free power without working for it? Absolute win in my book! ''Alright thanks mum!'' I went up to hug her and she ruffled my hair and gave me a kiss on my head. Ahhh how great it feels to be loved. I grabbed a stick which seemed alright and ran inside.

When I was back in my dad's study I slammed the door to make sure it's shut and grabbed my stick and held it like a wand. ''Now, concentrate'' I muttered to myself. All my surroundings faded and I could only hear my slow breathing. Time seemed to slow down and I entirely focused on the magic that I could feel in the air.

There was a magical artifact in my dad's study so that also helped me focus on the magic that I was feeling around me. My senses for magic seemed to be heightened, maybe that's something I got from my vampiric side.

I felt the magic in my stomach bubbling up. I tried to force my magic to enter my veins but the first couple of tries I just ended up farting which means I probably wasn't focusing on my magic but something else.

But now I could truly feel it. The magic surrounding me and inside me. It was a force that surrounds us and binds us and also penetrates us. I was positive it would work this time. I muttered the incantation ''Lumos'' and a small light lit up on the end of my stick. It worked! And now I felt how it was to cast the charm. This would make it way easier to conjure it again. I quickly dimmed my light by saying ''Nox''. Instantly a wave of nausea hit me.

''It seems this body can't handle using too much magic yet, but I'll train it!'' I said determinedly.

And that's what I did. I laid out a plan for myself and I started training. My aim was to be able to cast a Lumos Maxima wandlessly. This was not a small feat but I was sure I was able to achieve it.