Harry Potter: Reincarnated as Toji

In a quaint garden tucked away in the heart of Tokyo, the gentle rustling of leaves and the serene murmur of a nearby stream painted a picture of tranquility. Amidst this peaceful setting, a young boy stood out like a lone warrior in a sea of calm.

Despite his age, no older than ten, his height and the visible muscles on his frame spoke of a strength far beyond his years. He held a katana, its blade catching the sunlight and casting shimmering reflections around him.

The boy's eyes, closed in concentration, slowly opened. With a calm yet determined demeanor, he readied himself, focusing intently on the target before him. A group of pixies fluttered about, their high-pitched laughter and mocking taunts filling the air as they flew without a care in the world.

Taking a deep breath, the boy's eyes sharpened. In an instant, he moved with astonishing speed and precision, his katana slicing through the air. The arrogant pixie that had been at the forefront of the taunting found itself split in half before it could even register the attack.

The remaining pixies, caught off guard, had no time to react. The boy unleashed a series of rapid slashes, each one deadly accurate. Within moments, the garden was silent, the once playful pixies lying lifeless on the ground.

Still alert, the boy's eyes narrowed. He sensed a lingering presence. With a swift motion, he leaped onto a tall sakura tree, landing gracefully on a branch. From his elevated position, he spotted the lone pixie that had managed to escape the initial onslaught.

Without hesitation, he launched himself from the branch, his katana gleaming as he delivered a final, decisive strike. The pixie, caught mid-flight, fell, defeated.

The boy landed softly, the garden once again peaceful. He stood amidst the fallen pixies, with a satisfied smile. 

The tranquility of the garden seemed to amplify his quiet triumph. However, the moment was abruptly shattered by a stern voice calling out, "Toji!!"

The boy turned around, his expression shifting to one of annoyance as he faced the maid who had interrupted him. The woman stood with an air of haughty disdain, her eyes narrowing as she looked down on him.

"The head wants to see you, so stop fooling around, you useless runt!" she snapped, her tone sharp and unforgiving.

Toji's smile faded, replaced by a hardened look. He sheathed his katana with a practiced motion, the blade slipping into its scabbard with a soft click.

Without a word, he began walking towards the grand house that loomed in the distance, leaving the serene garden behind. The maid followed, her eyes still full of contempt.

As he walked, Toji's mind raced as to why he was so suddenly summoned by the head of the family, who was non other than his father.

The day he had reincarnated into this world he had quickly realized that he was in the Harry Potter world with all the magic and wand waving he had seen from day one.

The thought of being a wizard obviously excited him, especially with the new perspective on the wizarding world he had never seen before.

He was the heir of the biggest wizarding clan in Japan, and with the title came privileges akin to a prince. He was living the dream, not only was he reincarnated into a fictional world, he was now the prince of the clan away from Voldemort and the rest of the bullshit that came with it.

But as the years passed the more he came to the realization of something he wasn't quite ready for.

First being his name, Toji Fushigoro, obviously it could've be a coincidence but the more he looked into the mirror the more he wasn't sure of what else to think.

When his peers and cousins were beginning to show outbursts of underage magic, he on the hand could only feel his strength growing.

As time passed, Toji strength could even rival a average adult making him more and more concerned about his life as a wizard as the doubt he had in the back of his head began taking it's form into reality.

With only physical strength to show for, he had shown no signs of magic not even a little spark no matter how hard he tried.

And as if to prove his suspicions, 6 months ago, the family held a awakening ceremony unique to their family which allowed the newly awakened young wizards to test whether magic favored them or not and to know which element of magic favored them the most. 

Being the son of the head of the family obviously all eyes were on him but just as he had suspected he had no magic whatsoever. The elders of the family tried several tests one after the other, and it couldn't be any clearer that he was a squib.

Unlike what the rest of the clan thought, Toji had now completely accepted his fate that he had reincarnated into that "Toji" with the heavenly restriction seemingly following him into this world as well.

Obviously, the clan wouldn't be so understanding and his privilege as the young prince of the clan immediately vanished to the point where even the servants in the family looked down on him.

Toji's thoughts swirled as he approached the grand house, the weight of his father's summons pressing heavily on him. Ever since his reincarnation into this world, he had seen his father only a handful of times. Each meeting had been brief and devoid of any warmth.

The meeting now was slightly concerning, since it was the first time he was meeting his father since the ceremony where he had been outed as a squib.

He reached the grand entrance of the house and passed through the towering wooden doors, their intricate carvings seemingly mocking his current situation. The interior was as magnificent as ever, but to Toji, it felt more like a gilded prison.

As he walked down the long corridor towards his father's office, the whispers of the servants and the cold glances they cast in his direction reinforced his isolation. The opulent surroundings, which once symbolized his potential and privilege, now seemed to highlight his failure.

Toji reached the large, heavy door of the office and paused for a moment before entering. He took a deep breath, steadying himself. When he pushed the door open, the dim light of the room cast long shadows on the walls.

His father sat behind an imposing desk, his expression stern and unyielding. The man's presence seemed to dominate the room, every detail of his appearance—from his neatly combed hair to his impeccably tailored robes—projecting authority and control.

Toji walked in and stood before the desk, trying to maintain a calm demeanor despite the unease churning in his stomach. His father's eyes, sharp and penetrating, assessed him with a critical gaze.

"Sit," his father commanded, his voice cutting through the silence.

Toji took a seat in the chair opposite his father, the leather creaking slightly under his weight. He met his father's gaze with a mixture of defiance and resignation, aware that this meeting was unlikely to bring good news.

"Father," Toji began, his voice steady despite the tension.

The head of the family's gaze remained fixed on him. "Toji, you are aware of your situation. The recent awakening ceremony confirmed what we all feared—you have no magical ability."