Genesis

It was a very sunny day. Everyone was going to their outside their houses, and it was time for the people to crowd outside.

Nonetheless, it was still calming. Always be. Birds were starting to get active, and in the Wizarding World, full of majestic beast were up from their sleep.

In the Midlands, lies a very old wooden, medium-sized cabin, some parts were very badly damaged due to the continued use of the house.

It homes different bunch of kids, yes, you get it-

An orphanage. The Appalachian Children's Home, the sole billet in the town of Narbonne, Midlands, England .

It was funded very poorly, and wasn't expected much to grow a good children due to the lack of items to sustain them. Everyone was a worker there, and it was just basically a big family that helps each other. If not, all of them will fall apart.

Anyway, one wakes up from his slumber. And slumber, as in literally.

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First PoV

I was short in breath. Exhaling and inhaling very hard, as I got up in rush in this very uncomfortable hard bed of- mine?

I was dizzy, my body was aching hard, but it was very clear that this place smells rotten, just like how a wet market full of raw food smells.

The silky yet also itchy fabric below me was doing me a good time, that makes me sympathetic to this place.

'How poor they are to live like this...,'

I thought incredulously.

Even though I was not well off as an adult wizard, I still had a king size bed, a clean room, and a spray that can liven up the atmosphere in my cabin, middle in the forest.

But I guess I'm just being a picky assman. I know there's still people that are far worse than what state I am in right now.

Looking at the bright side, literally, the sun light the window was giving out was blinding my eye.

I coughed one or twice-"Ahgm-"

To ensure if I'm well live. And turns out I am.

Well, maybe not mentally for now as I

bow down to myself due to my dizziness, and my small stature shocked my whole body im paralyzed.

I'm frozen at my place, staring at my body discombobulated.

"Wh-whatt"

I spoke up, making me more shocked as i now just realized, how childish it sounds. It was very light, and yes, wavy like way of speaking.

Midst my realization, I consciously, and slowly lifted up my very dirty and not so clean pajamas, sighing as I see the right thing. I'm still a boy. Of course, nevermind-

My hands, skin, and feet were very smooth, even though it's look is not very good, because it holds different wounds.

But I knows my body the best, Im alive and well.

Nothing will progress if i just stay here and wait for a person to pop up. I carefully slipped out of the bed, and groaning in uncomfortable sound as the wooden plank I'm standing, which is very dirty, rusty like texture, and almost tricks me into giving out and make me fall to my death, is rubbing my feet like a sand paper.

I've put on a disgusted face. Poor or not, you have to be disgusted by it.

But I ignored it temporarily, as some sounds, definitely come from a human, because never heard of any animal saying "get your ass in here" have I?

Well, it brought delight to my face. Up until now, I'm dizzy as hell, disgusted as hell, and hungry as hell. I don't know anything how I'm in a kid form- Did I got my whole body operated because of the impact my body got after falling into the balcony?

That's all I remember. Me falling. After seeing Harry for the last time.

It made me stop on my toes for a moment. I held out a down face, all my life was gone into a waste by just the string of trust.

It leads me to think, was I stupid to go with his journey? Or just too weak to not even able to fight for my name?

Jesus says both I guess.

I sigh dissatisfied. I just continued on with my steps, on my tiptoes as I continuously hear the nagging of a - middle age woman, bickering in a very rude manner.

In the stairs, below are seated children, different ages perhaps. One was tall, one was small, and one was in between. Like what Im wearing currently, the clothes, and even the body brings a foul smell. And I was hesitating to even inhale at this moment.

In the ground, is a woman, I'm correct for the first time in my life. She was wearing a dress for a nanny. But it brings me puzzle as it was, too old?

Too old to wear if we're nearing 20th century I say. I just cease that thought as all of them manged to take notice of me. As I awkwardly smile a little.

"You.. your finally awake, seems about the time," The woman glared at me in despise, as she humps, walking to one of the tallest kid, well, teenager in the room.

"Make sure to give him the chores for this day. Those months of work he gave and rest he had... tsk," She growled, like a mother pissed off by her child.

She parts away, as the tension in the atmosphere disappeared as she goes.

I may have an idea of where am I now. And surely it's not that great is it?

I fully got down to the ground, not noticeable as as soon the door was banged by the exited woman, all of them exhaled in relief.

"Darn that woman, she doesn't have anything to do at all does she huh?" One in the crowd complained annoyed. It was a girl, with a very wavy hair in a ponytail, ginger colored hair to be exact. And was equipped with an unbelievably good built, one for a fighter I presume.

"Hush, if she hears you we're done again," A more frail boy, with a broken dirty round glasses, brown hair, silence the girl.

As they ended their conversation, they looked at me sighing.

"Come on now Faust- We know you had an accident but you know the rules..," Speak another one, looking aggravated.

"Fa-ust...?"

I managed to gather the strength to ask.

"Yeah, fAusT! Don't tell me you've forgotten your name now? Or you just want to skip work Faust Demetrius?" The guy sarcastically asked. Parting off with the leaving guys.

"My name-.. E-eli"

I was flabbergasted. Faust Demetrius? My name? Last time I remember, it's Elliot.

Now gathering of what I saw since I woke up, old clothes, unknowns people. Ive gone around looking for the calendar.

It was hanged in the door, and I approached it quickly reading the current date.

"September.. 1, 1989?"