Baby steps in a literally magical world
Atlas couldn't believe his eyes. He had been transported to a white room and had just woken up from a terrible dream about losing his family and wife and hearing a weird doppelganger talking about the apocalypse. But as he looked around, he realized that this wasn't a dream at all. He was really in a white room, and he had lost his family.
Tears welled up in his eyes as he tried to come to grips with the reality of his situation. How could this have happened? What had he done to deserve this? He cried for an unknown period of time until he was finally able to compose himself.
As he wiped the tears from his eyes, he noticed something next to him. There were seven books and a laptop sitting on a small table. The cover of the first book showed a boy with a lightning scar on his forehead and the title "Harry Potter." Atlas had never heard of this book before, but he decided to give it a try as he had nothing else to do anyway and slowly remembered what he was required to do.
He picked up the first book and began to read. The story was captivating, and Atlas found himself lost in the magical world of Harry Potter. He didn't know how much time had passed, but he realized he had to stop reading to take a break and get some sleep.
The next day, Atlas picked up the fifth book and continued his journey into the magical world. He was completely engrossed in the story, and he found himself eagerly anticipating the next book in the series.
As he finished reading the seventh and final book, he felt a sense of loss. He had been so immersed in the world of Harry Potter that it had become a part of him. But as he looked at the laptop, he saw that Adam had also left some movies for him to watch. He eagerly clicked on the first movie and settled in to watch.
The movies were just as captivating as the books, and Atlas found himself lost in the magical world all over again. He couldn't believe that such a world existed. It was truly amazing.
As he watched the last movie, he realized that he had been given a gift. He had been given the opportunity to escape into a world of magic and wonder. And if it weren't for the apocalypse of the multiverse and the death of his family, he would have been truly grateful. As Atlas continued to explore the magical world of Harry Potter through the books, he noticed that Adam had also left a set of movies called "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them" beside the laptop. Intrigued, he decided to give them a watch.
By the time the last movie ended, Atlas had fallen in love with the fantastical world of Harry Potter and the magical creatures in Fantastic Beasts even thought he also realized that the world was far more dangerous than the life on an automated farm. At least if one were to meddle around the main characters of the story.
Atlas had been consumed by his preparations, poring over the Harry Potter books and movies that Adam had provided for him. He had studied every character, memorized their traits, and committed every spell and potion to memory. He was determined to be ready for anything.
As he was lost in thought, he heard footsteps approaching. It was Adam, returning to check on his progress.
"Atlas, my boy, how are the preparations going?" Adam asked.
Atlas turned to face him, his eyes gleaming with intensity and confidence "I've been studying the books and movies nonstop. I know everything there is to know about the wizarding world of Harry Potter. "
Adam looked pleased. "That's great to hear. Confidence is good, but I must warn you: the hero has already been reincarnated into this world. Time is of the essence, and waiting too long could be detrimental to our mission."
Atlas nodded, his jaw set. "I understand. I'm as prepared as I can be. But I have one last question. Can you guarantee that I'll be a wizard? The difficulty will increase significantly if I have to start as a Muggle."
Adam paused, looking grave. "I can guarantee that you will have magical abilities and that you will be in England. But I have no power over the precise details of your birthplace. I'm sorry, Atlas, but that's beyond my control."
Atlas nodded, a flicker of disappointment crossing his face. But he quickly composed himself. "I understand. I'll just have to work harder to overcome any obstacles that come my way."
Adam gave him an approving smile. "That's the spirit, Atlas. I have faith in you. You'll need all your strength for what's to come. Are you ready?"
Atlas was hesitant but also excited. He had spent so much time delving into the world of Harry Potter that he was eager to actually enter it. He knew that he would be starting from scratch as a baby, but that didn't scare him. He was determined to succeed in his mission, no matter what.
As soon as Atlas nodded, Adam touched the floor with his hands, and a portal, the size of a manhole, opened up. The portal was a swirling vortex of colors, and Atlas could feel the energy emanating from it. Adam wished Atlas luck and hoped that he would succeed, reminding him that he wouldn't be able to contact Adam until after he had completed his mission. Atlas knew that he had to focus and get ready for what was to come.
With a bit of hesitation, Atlas jumped into the manhole-sized portal, disappearing from sight. The next thing he knew was that he was surrounded by darkness, and he could hear a rhythmic beat. He couldn't open his eyes, and he could only listen to the beat in the darkness. After a few moments of confusion, he realized that he was probably in a woman's womb and that he wasn't even born yet.
As time passed, Atlas could feel his body growing and changing. He knew that he was getting closer to the moment of his birth. When it finally happened, he tried his best to make it as painless as possible for his new mother. He emerged into the world, and the bright lights blinded his eyes. He could hear the sound of his own crying mixed with the sounds of the delivery room.
Atlas was overwhelmed by the sights and sounds of this new world. He could feel his senses awakening, and he knew that he had a long road ahead of him. He would need to learn how to walk, talk, and interact with others, all while keeping his mission in mind.
After Atlas had been welcomed into the world, he spent the next few hours basking in the love and affection of his adoring parents. His vision slowly cleared up, allowing him to see his mother's face clearly for the first time. She was beautiful, with long brown hair and sparkling blue eyes that shone with tears of joy. She cradled him gently, whispering sweet words into his ear and showering him with kisses. Her scent was new and comforting, and he could feel her warmth emanating from her body.
Atlas' father, Edward Graf, a towering man with a thick black beard and piercing dark brown eyes. Despite his intimidating appearance, he was surprisingly gentle with his newborn son. He had a gentle smile on his face, and Atlas could see that his father was a kind person from that expression alone. He tried to focus on his father's hand as he stretched it in front of his face, but it was still too blurry. He leaned in close to get a good look at Atlas, who reached out with his tiny hand and grabbed onto his father's finger. Edward grinned, clearly overjoyed to have a son.
His parents complimented him, admiring his baby features and attributing them to each other. The blue eyes and brown hair of his mother and the big feet from his father. His father always called his mother his "little mushroom," and they discussed what to name their son. His father wanted to name him Atlas, and his mother preferred Arthur, but they had agreed beforehand that if it was a boy, his father would choose the name. Despite the playful argument, it was clear that they both loved their child dearly and would do anything to make him happy.
As the day wore on, Atlas' parents took turns holding him and fussing over him, marveling at every little sound he made and cooing at his every movement. For a moment, Atlas forgot about his mission and about the danger that awaited him in this magical world. He was content to simply bask in the love of his new family, grateful for this moment of peace and happiness.
Atlas spent his first few days at the magical hospital and realized that the first few months of his life would be challenging. Though his parents doted on him and never left his side, he quickly realized that they could not protect him from everything, especially not from the inevitable diaper changes and feedings that lay ahead.
To his relief, the nurses at the hospital had been able to magically clean him up with a flick of their wands. However, the thought of going through all of this without the aid of magic was daunting.
After three days, the family left the hospital, and Atlas was surprised to find that they were driving home in a blue Austin 1800 instead of using magical means like floo powder or apparition. As they arrived home, Atlas was taken aback by the appearance of their house. He was surprised to see that it was not what he had imagined. He had assumed that his family was purely magical, and had expected a house like the Weasleys' or Malfoys'. Instead, their home was more like a typical muggle middle-class house of the 1980s, with a few photos of his parents in different locations and a large living room with a big sofa and a television. The only really magical thing he could detect was a moving picture of what he assumed to be his mother's parents.
Behind the sofa were large bookshelves filled to the brim with books, and Atlas was eager to explore the shelves and see what magical tomes his parents had. But he was not allowed to leave his parents' side, and for the first few weeks, he saw nothing except the bedroom and the living room.
Even with his parents' efforts to keep him entertained, Atlas still found himself bored and restless. He longed to explore the whole house, but his parents never let him out of their sight. Except this, his parents doted on him and made sure he was always comfortable. His father, Edward, would often read to him, while his mother, Amelia, would sing lullabies to him. Whenever he cried, they would rush to his side to soothe him.
Atlas found solace in his parents' love, and as the days went by, he began to see more of the world around him. His parents would often take him for walks in the park, and he would marvel at the birds and the trees and the people. The amount of people he saw in the par was almost frightening. When they were at home, he would stare at the moving picture of his grandparents, fascinated by the way they would wave at him.
Because of the weight of his mission, Atlas was eager to grow up quickly. Even as a newborn, he had a fierce determination in his eyes that hinted at his strong will, or maybe just his adult mind. As soon as he was able to hold his head up without support, he started to try to crawl, his little hands and feet flailing in all directions as he attempted to move forward. His parents, delighted by their son's early attempts at mobility, would cheer him on and watch him with amusement.
As Atlas grew older, stronger, and more mobile he began to explore his surroundings. He would study the objects in his room, touching them and examining them with intense curiosity. He quickly learned that his mother was a witch, as he had seen her flick her wand to perform various household chores. However, he could not tell if his father was a wizard, as he had never seen him use a wand.
Despite their busy schedules, Atlas's parents made time to read to him every day. His mother would read him stories from the Tales of Beedle the Bard, enchanting him with tales of witches, wizards, and magical creatures. Meanwhile, his father would read him stories from ancient mythologies, capturing his imagination with stories of brave heroes and terrifying monsters.
As the months went by, Atlas began to walk and talk, slowly mastering the language of his new world. He discovered that the movies and books he had watched and read in the white room were translated into his old language and that this world spoke a slightly different language.