Tiring

My life truly began at 12 when a mercenary group named reapers found me trapped in the aftermath of a civil war. Life seemed to have decided that without strength and wit death would be the only option for me . Throughout my mercenary from stealth to armed combat my body had been broken and repaired multiple . Time passed and there I was all alone as a walking weapon waiting to be used, don't get me wrong 10 years of violence and military warfare beaten into me you'd think I'd enjoy my work you'd be wrong and incredibly tiring and here I am lying in my own blood , while my target lay beside with a pen lodged in his throat. My eyes slowly started to dim and a wave of exhaustion hit me and a brief moment of euphoria before a tearing sensation tore through me and I woke up with a polished wooden ebony stick with a etched of an old tree on the side , my dagger and a colt handgun . I slowly tried to get up which was a task in itself and made my way to a puddle and looked at my reflection. Instead of my old curly sandy blond hair undercut there was messy ink black hair like a lions mane tied with an amber ribbon , where there used be grey green eyes were now hazel eyes that could turn amber in certain light and an aristocratic feature with defined high cheek bones , button nose , angular chin with a stubbly beard . It was weird thing to look at yourself and not recognise who it was in front of you, like a pressure building up in your a bunch of foreign memories flashed by my eyes and emotions as I felt my mind fuse with these memories . At that moment I'd realised I was transmigrated into this persons body as it turns out he was the version of me in this universe which sadly after sorting through the memories turned out to be the harry potter universe before harry was born , It turns my new name is Alexander Potter son of Charles and Dorea potter who was missing and raised by a hit wizard oddly coincidental but at least our skills are still there . Have to be honest but

this whole experience took a lot of energy out of me which left me struggling to stay awake so I transfigured a whole in the ground and slept for the night .

Can't say it was a particularly pleasing sleep but beggars can't be choosers , after using a scourgify spell on myself I tried to establish where exactly I am , turns out I was in a forest on the isle of sky how I do not know but clearly the target was here . Looking around I tried to establish my bearing and my situation that looked pretty bleak and bring honest I don't want to have to deal with the whole harry potter manipulation terrorist blood nazis but you win some you lose some and this was that I get to live again but in exchange I have childish sociopaths who enjoy pointless genocide . The main objective now is to go to gringott's and get some money . After searching through the memories I disapperated to diagon alley and made my way to the bank just as I was about to read the saying from the books I felt magic in it and prevented myself from reading it knowing it was an observation ward and walked there was quite a few odd looks but who cares . I made my way to the head teller if I'm being honest ugly little fuckers sharp teeth long ears creased leather looking shin a bit like a more sophisticated version of goblins from lord of the rings. Anyway back to the matter at hand as I approached him I merely requested to go to my vault and check out some money . I have to admit that cart ride is mad its as if disney land decided we'll see if you can survive while designing a roller coaster but then again the wonders of magic come in to play as I made my with snark a pretty chill goblin I looked in my vault and was momentarily stunned with the amount of money , tomes and weapons were here I guess I was a pretty good hit wizard after taking a moleskin pouch and a few other books such as occlumency and legilimency as well as lightning magic book with a shadow tome , I made my way back up to the surface . As I was pondering what to do next I recalled he'd lost his memory from when he was six and remembered who my parents were , I looked to ragnok and requested a blood inheritance test , he gave me an odd glance before saying it would cost me 10 galleons , after paying he brought me into a strange gothic structured room with a bowl and a knife on the table.