Ch 2-Covering Up

After a few days of living in the House i got the memories of the Blake of this world. I was going through his stuff when i came across a photo of his mother which ultimately gave me a striking headache.After the headache passed i came to, to find all his memories.

Turns out the kid was smart, intelligent and somewhat cunninng. The only problem he suffered was from under confidence. HE literally had no confidence. He was just as smart as Hermoine albeit not a teachers pet. being raised without a daddy figure and add onto it the fact that he was a mudblood sorted in Slytherin didn't induce any confidence in him. being sorted in a house where every one looks down at you for your birth is not confidence aspiring. He learnt to be cunning with time, at start of the 1st year he was bullied called names mudblood when ever he tried to shine infront of his peers, so to cope up he stopped giving answers, evaded peoples. and lived mostly in the library. he even had it worst than Luna or Hermoine cause he constantly had to stay on his toes, keep himself safe from bullies from other houses like Gryffindor as well as to stay away from the pureblood Slytherins.

Poor guy, ultimately one night when he was running back from Library to the dungeon he came across the Basillisk and rest is what i woke up to, looks like he died.

Sadly for him, good for me. Could have been better for me had i watched HP in my previous life but i was never interested in it much.

I need to cover up the syllabus for the first 2 years at the very least, best way would have been to get notes from friends but the kid doesn't seem to have had friends.

Only one he talked to was Notts in Slytherin but i don't think Notts would be so accommodating enough to send notes.

I need to target Mudbloods like me first, no matter which house they went into they were segregated from others, they may not feel it much but people behaved differently next to them. Look at the Quidditch teams of the Houses, most of the people in them were pure blood, coincidence i think not.

The first name that came to my mind was Hermione Granger, the smartest witch of her age as people dubbed her. She was a mudblood like me so will probably sympathize with me, and just like me she too got petrified so might just get me bonus sympathy points from here.

So i decided to contact her, to find her address and number i did the very muggle thing, went and looked for Grangers in Phonebook. Turns out there were quite a number of Grangers in England, SO i went on to call each of them and asked "You know Hogwarts?" till i found the one picked by Hermoine's dad.

"You know Hogwarts?" i asked on the 5th call of the day.

"Yes,my daughter studies there, who may you be.?"the voice asked.

"Oh, hello Mr.Granger, I am Blake Rivers, i was hoping to talk to your daughter Hermione if she is there, i am an acquaintance of her from school."

"Sure, Hermoinee!! there is a call for you."

"Coming DAD!!"

"Hello, who is this?" i heard a girls voice.

"Umm, Hello it's Blake Rivers, i don't know whether you know me or not but i am in the same year as you in Hogwarts"

"Yeah i know you, the Slyntherin Muggleborn".

"Wait there's a nickname for me?"

"yeah, you probably don't know about it cause you don't hang around people a lot, so can you tell me why you are calling me and how did you get my number?"

"Well actually i contacted you cause you know the incident we were effected by the previous year?"

"Umm,yess"she replied in a squeaky voice. clearly she didn't want to remember it

"Yeah so what happened is that i seem to have lost my memories ever since i got un-petrified, so i was hoping since you were the topper in the class, can i borrow your notes? i want to catch up on my studies in this time."

"Sure, yes you will have to catch up on your studies and the spells of the 2years you gotta have to learn all of them again and you cant even practise them at home, it will be tough but atleast you can get your theory done, give me your address and i will owl you all the notes plus special book recommendation that should help you."she replied clearly excited to help someone at studies.

"Thank you, Granger, I don't know what i would have done without you and your earlier question about how i find your no, is by calling every Granger in the phonebook."

Hermoine started laughing,"How many did you have to call before you finally got it right?"

"A ton, but looks like it was worth it.can you write down the address?"

after that i gave Hermoine my address and she promised to send the notes as soon as she is done with arranging them along with some extra suggestion.

The call with Hermoine reminded me that i could be done with the theory easily but practical and practising all the spells would be difficult.

I remember that there was a thing called trace which will catch underage magic with wands, wait a second wands!! how can i miss this. HP universe had people do wandless magic, it was difficult yes, but not impossible and possibly might not be traceable.

I picked up my wand, i fell that there was something strange around it but i cant put a finger at it. But i am sure that there was something different.

Notes send by Granger arrived the next days and i drowned myself in studies. Putting back practical work, i drowned my self in potions and transfiguration theories.

I kept in contact with Granger through out the holidays corresponding with her discussing her notes, exchanging my notes with her and discussion on various other Hogwarts related stuff as well our electives this year.

And so Holidays passed and i found myself started my first year at Hogwarts. I was not going to stay the same cockroach the original Blake was, i was gonna shine and show the other why they cant look down at me, the original Blake was weak, i am not.

I had found out that wandless magic doesn't get traced. i could do spells like Lumos, wingardium leviosa and some small ones wandlessly. i don't know why but it was easier for me to pick up magic, to control it and to feel it. When i started practicing magic, it felt like i discovered a missing limb, something that was not there before but was present now. Could be cause in my previous life there was no magic, i am more sensitive to the one around me now. This is the only logical reason i came

to. But whatever it was, it was an advantage that i had. Whenever i used magic i felt like a person who lived his whole life in a closed room was thrown out infront of Sun. I felt the power or the aura around me, i still have to do more research on it but for now i gotta make do with what i had.