Chapter 1 : Reborn

Adam awoke with a start. Sweat stuck to his skin and his head hit the ceiling above him.

- Fuck! Why is the ceiling so low?

He sensed movement beside him and shifted as far as he could from the shape that seemed to be waking from its slumber. 

Adam could only see the outline of the person, as the darkness of the small room didn't allow him to see further.

- Adam? What's the matter with you? asked a boyish, masculine voice.

The figure reached over and switched on a dingy bedside lamp. Adam could at last make out the man he'd been sleeping with. 

The boy had disheveled black hair, round glasses behind which hid almond-shaped green eyes, and a lightning-shaped scar on his forehead. He was wearing far too large a pair of pyjamas.

Adam froze; he knew who was in front of him. He'd read about his adventures, seen every film featuring him, and here he was: Harry Potter.

- Adam?

Adam regained his composure and stared at the boy, thinking.

- It's all right, I had a bad dream.

Harry stared at him suspiciously for a few seconds, then sighed:

- Let's go back to sleep and enjoy the last few moments of peace and quiet we have.

With that, he turned over, put his glasses down and went back to sleep.

Adam couldn't sleep anymore, he was too excited. The last thing he remembered before waking up was coming home from work very tired, falling asleep on his sofa without eating and then poof, there he was, sleeping with the famous Harry Potter.

All he could do was think about the many possibilities now that he was in a magical world. His dreams were coming true, even if he would later have to face the terrifying Voldemort.

He suddenly shivered and immediately brought his hand to his forehead, palpating his skin, he noted with relief that no scars similar to Harry's were present.

- Although I'm Harry's brother, it would appear that the canon events have gone according to plan. he sighed in relief.

Adam ruminated like that until the sun rose and a violent drumming shook the small closet where the two of them were. 

- Get up you lazy bastards, you've got 30 seconds to get out before I do it for you. shouted an angry man who Adam thought must be Vernon.

- FUCK!

His little heart was racing, and he was only a hair's breadth away from a heart attack.

Harry woke up with a start and pulled on his glasses and oversized clothes in military time. 

- Hurry up, Adam, I don't want to suffer another punishment for being late. Harry scolded him, seeing that Adam still hadn't prepared himself.

- Are you up yet?" a shrill voice shouted this time.

Adam hurried into his shabby clothes before the two boys came out of the broom closet.

- Go and prepare breakfast and be very careful I want everything to be perfect for my little Dudley's birthday. said Aunt Petunia in a threatening voice.

Both boys growled.

- What ????

- Nothing!!! they replied before running off to the kitchen.

Entering the kitchen, the two boys saw a mountain of presents on the living room table.

- Oh no, I'd forgotten how hateful this family is. Adam thought.

The familiar scene of Dudley throwing a fit because he was one gift short of last year's exasperated Adam so much he almost produced accidental magic. 

He squeezed his stitches so hard and so many times at this family's mistreatment of them, that thin cuts began to bleed from his palms.

- Hopefully, it'll all be over soon. he thought.

But Adam had forgotten about the zoo outing planned for Dudley and his friends. So when he saw Harry make the glass disappear because of his emotions, Adam knew he was going to take a punishment too, even though he had nothing to do with it.

What followed was the longest, biggest punishment they'd ever taken in their lives. Confined to the broom closet until further notice.

- I'm bored. Harry growled after several days.

- Put up with it, there's nothing else we can do.

The boy continued to complain and turned the other way. 

"Well, although a wizard undergoes his first magical maturation at eleven, I should be able to get ahead."

With these thoughts, Adam closed his eyes, in the lotus position, searching within himself for the tiniest ounce of magic.

He didn't know how much time had passed, but he managed it. Little points of light floated gently through his body, like drifting jellyfish.

Adam concentrated on them and, by sheer force of will, directed the ball towards his heart. 

But no matter how hard he tried, any one of these balls would escape him, slip through his fingers.

After a while, Adam was no longer able to maintain his concentration and abruptly opened his eyes.

- Adam, are you all right?" asked a worried Harry.

Adam saw that the room was much darker and that his whole body was sweating, with large drops forming on his forehead.

- My stomach hurts so much we haven't eaten. he lied to Harry.

Harry sighed in understanding.

- Don't worry, brother, you'll be fine. A little less so now that you stink like hell. he said, a little disgusted.

Adam repeated his meditation sessions every day, without much success. It wasn't until the end of summer vacation that their punishment came to an end.

"How cruel are they, two weeks sequestering two children for punishment." 

But Adam stopped thinking about it, because that morning he had finally managed to hook one of those little lights into his body. The change in him was obvious.

Adam could now see the magic in the air, he could see it as musical scores intertwined with each other and which seemed to give harmony to everything around him. 

He had of course tried to interact with these melodies, but no matter how hard he tried, he simply wasn't strong enough to even modify them or even understand their meaning.

"I've never heard in the Harry Potter books of even one wizard being able to feel magic the way I do," Adam thought completely excited.

- ADAM ! GET THE MAIL ! shouted his stupid uncle.

The young boy went to the door and as he opened the letterbox his attention was directly caught by a letter with an emblem he knew by heart. 

- At last ! he smiled