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"Motherfucker. That hurt like a bitch." I cry out loudly as I grab my head and try to suppress the throbbing pain in my head.

"Are you alright, Harry? Is it your head?" an obnoxious voice calls out from somewhere beside me as I squeeze my head and squint in the direction of the voice.

In front on me was a young child of maybe 11-12, with blazing red hair and freckles lining the surface of his face. His cheeks were puffed and some brown spots that looked like chocolate and crumbs dotted the side of his mouth.

"What's wrong, Harry? Was the jellybean that bad of a flavour?" The same voice asked again, this time with a little snicker in tone, probably reminiscing his time when he ate the horrible flavoured candy.

"Shut up for a minute, let me take a breath." I manage to get out from clenched teeth and heavy breathing.

The last events I remember are being in front of a god that looked like Morgan freeman, then I remember spending an eternity as a mentally unstable and manipulated Madara Uchiha, and then sitting on this seat with a massive headache.

A few minutes go by before I calm my breathing down and get it under control, and the throbbing in my head dies down.

'Where am I? I think this kid in front of me might be Ron Weasley. Looks quite young, so we must be somewhere in the start of the canon. If I remember correctly, Harry didn't meet him till the first Hogwarts Train Ride.

Strange, why don't I have Harry's memories? Don't the usual cliches say that there is a rush of memories that come from transmigration. Were the novels fake??' My thoughts rush at a hundred miles per hour, but through my experience as Madara in my memories, I calm down quickly enough.

"Hey Ron. Do you know where we our?" I ask with a hoarse voice, as I reach for a bottle of water laying down near me.

"I don't know the exact location, but we should still be in England, we haven't left the platform that long ago, must have been about 30-40 minutes." Ron answered while continuing to stuff his face with chocolate.

"uh-huh. And what year is it?" I ask, registering the answer.

"1991, duh. Its our first year at Hogwarts. So excited to go there." He cheerfully replied.

'So I transmigrated to Harry's first year. And just as canon is about to begin.'

While going through all the newly acquired information, I look through my own body.

Skinny and malnourished hands and feet, quite a bit of scar tissue on my back, misaligned bones structure in the limbs, a few patches of hair missing on the head from more scar tissue, and really bad vision.

I continue to roam my hands over my body, analysing each area. Moving my hands over my ribs, I can feel a huge bruise on the right side, consistent with a broken rib. Most likely due to a heavy kick to the side.

It seems this body was really a prime specimen of abuse, cleverly hidden by the abusers.

While I check this body's condition, I close my eyes and remember so many patients in my hospital that come by to get themselves treated up, very prominent signs of physical abuse, but the long and hard conditioning and grooming by the abusers, so many don't even go against their abusers.

"Are you alright? You have been acting weird since you ate that jellybean." Ron asks from the side, while looking at my weird actions.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Giving him a small smile, I look over my head and see a trunk.

Quickly, I pull it down and open it up, revealing a dozen or so hand me down clothes, a few books and nothing else.

"Damn, he didn't even pack properly to go to a boarding school." I curse under my breath as I reach out to the small stack of books.

"History of Magic, huh." As soon as I pick up the book and open it up, a sound of a gong rings in my head.

'LIBRARY OF HEAVEN'S PATH'

I open my eyes, and in front of me was no longer the childish face of Ron, but a huge golden door opening up to reveal a mystical sight.

Shelves of books floating around randomly and a small brown coloured book floating in the middle.

Walking up to the floating book, I reach out and read the cover, 'History of Magic'.

Opening it, I could see a brief description of the book, its author and a long list of flaws on the right page.

"Damn, I can copy these books without even reading them. Just have to touch them. Wonderful." I say as I think about leaving this place and going back to the train.

In a the next moment, I was back in the train, still holding the book.

Slowly, I keep the book back and move over to copy the rest of the books in my library. They were just the few syllabus books required for Hogwarts.

Closing the trunk, I place it back overhead and sit back down.

As I was sitting down, I could feel something poking me near my waist.

"What is this?" I say as I reach into my belt holding up the oversized pants and pull out a whitish brown coloured piece of wood, with an intricately carved handle and a smooth shaft.

"That wands so cool. You even got a new one. I only got my big brother's wand after he bought a new one when he joined the ministry.

Hey wanna see a magic spell, my brother's taught it to me." As soon as I pulled out the wand, Ron went on about his, and even pulled out one himself.

A worn out piece of wood with a bit of a string like material sticking out the tip.

'So this is my wand huh. That's cool.'

Crash.

Just as Ron was about to do his spell, the door to the cabin opened wide, and behind the door were an odd pair. The girl was buck-toothed and curly haired, while the boy was quite shy and pudgy with a lot of baby fat still evident on his features.

"Has anyone seen a toad."

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