1 Death and After

-Some in unknown dimension-

In the dark and silent void you can see a little blue light floating in the shadows.

Suddenly, in this eternal calm and silent dimension, a great flash of blinding light explodes. From this light comes a neatly dressed old man.

"Ah, here you are." - he says looking at the blue light.

"You shouldn't be here. I have to fix it somehow. Ah, I know I'll do it like truck-kun, he always says it always works well. Let's think where to send you here hmm ... and an interesting choice, I haven't been there for a long time. . Go and have fun, young soul. " - says the mysterious old man, snapping his fingers.

"Not so old, author," he mumbles, disappearing in a flash of light.

-Some time before-

I'm just coming home with my lunch groceries, reading one of those Harry Potter fanfics that a friend of mine recently recommended when the light suddenly turns red. I have barely stopped when the heavy weight is rushing down the road.

"Luckily I had time to stop or join those many MC's in fanficions."

After a while the lights change again and when he is about to go, he sees that the bus is still moving along the road.

"Can't he see that he's already red?" -I think to myself noticing that some kid is entering the street digesting something on the phone and listening to music.

Suddenly, seeing that the bus is not slowing down, I jerk and shout to the kid.

"Watch out! Run!"

Fortunately, I reach the kid and throw him out of the way, but the same cannot be said for me. I feel a strong blow to my side and I must fly a good dozen or so meters. Although I have read in many novels that death is quiet and peaceful, I can say that mine is very painful.

'I hope this kid made it alive at least. Maybe I'll even go to some heaven or something? '

Feeling that I am already dying, because I can hear and see less and less, I know that at least my parents will be proud of me that I saved someone.

He dies thinking that. For those who are higher beings, or who practice magic, they could see the little soul pulled into the quiet blackness and disappear into it.

-In an empty lane in london-

On the sidewalk you can see a skinny boy who seems to be asleep. The young boy suddenly wakes up and hyperventilates.

-Change PoW

Suddenly I wake up and I don't feel pain anymore, but it's a bit chilly. Slowly I remember what happened and I get frustrated if maybe I'm in the ball or the sky, or maybe something else.

After a few deep breaths, I slowly calm down and try to prepare myself for this situation. I open my eyes and realize that I am not in any heaven or hell but in an alley in some city, listening to the conversations of England, I think. Looking at cars and people, I realize that I am no longer in the 21st century, but several dozen years earlier.

Suddenly I feel a strong pain in the back of my head and I see strange memories. This body belonged to a poor boy who ran away from the police after eating theft. I think he sadly died and that's when I took over his body. I know from his memories that he was an orphan named Charlus Peverell. It's 1957 and I'm 6 years old. I know the name from somewhere, but unfortunately I don't remember from where.

Looking through his memories for her, I see the poison of two people on sticks, shouting strange words, probably in the meadow, and I see colored lights coming out of the sticks. Wait, then there are wands, and these people are wizards! Quickly browsing through the rest of the memories, fortunately I see that I already had my magic, which means I'm a wizard.

"I'm glad I have magic and I'm in Potter vers, but how am I supposed to survive in this world full of bigots and racists, as a 6-year-old orphan, without a home." - I say, looking for something that could help me. Suddenly, with a flash of colored light, I see a sheet of paper appearing

[Hi Charls

I am the ROB who reincarnated you in this dimension. As an aid, I advise you to go to the gringotts natest of inheritance and don't worry you are a pureblood wizard so they won't attack you. As for the leaky cauldron, it's a block from you so you'll hit easily.

Great adventures of ROB]

At least I know what to do when I look at a piece of paper. Suddenly I remember where I associate the name Peverell.

"I'm goddamn Peverell!"

-In an unknown dimension-

Stylish old man watching TV talk

"At least it will be interesting. I already told you that I'm not that old!" -say, correcting your brim