Nicholas Tonks

Being reincarnated fells strange. Like a rollercoaster when sleeping.

But you shouldn't expect me to know who or where I am, because not like

fanfictions, babys don't hear well until 6 months after birth.

And old memories are good, but with the thinking ability of a baby

that was worse than not having them. At least in the beginning.

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After a few months the world around me becomes clearer.

My family are actually the Tonks, so that's a big win.

I mean who doesn't want Nymph as a big sister; she's simply hilarious

even though she's four years older than me.

My new mom Andromeda is lovely, but I don't quite know how I should feel

about my father Edward (Ted). Don't get me wrong, he isn't bad, but I don't know

much about him, because he's the side character of a side character.

All in all, I love my new family.

We live in a small house in Oxfordshire on a hill above a lake outside Kennington.

Although I say it's small, I find it homely.

After entering the door there is a fused kitchen and living room area to the left

and a study in front. To the right are the stairs up to a bathroom and two bedrooms,

so I have to share one with Nymph if we don't extend the small attic that's accessible

through a hatch in the narrow corridor upstairs.

In the garden to the lake is a small tool hut.

At least that's what I am told. I mean really? Do wizards have a lawnmower?

You ask what I am doing?

Being cute and getting pampered or do you believe a baby can do a mana core?

It's not that I didn't tried, but try to feel something you haven't touched before

without knowing where it is and tell me how it feels. Hard ain't it.

But that changed on my third birthday.