3 Chapter - 03
P.O.V. Alexander
'Well? That was, quite eventful.' Was what went through my mind as I reached my room.
The reactions to my presence had been within my expectations. The fact that I was born in the same generation as Dumbledore was quite surprising as I wasn't all that knowledgeable about his history. The only reference that I had of him was that he was an old and OP wizard, and that's about it.
I'm quite far back in time to even be able you the meager surface level knowledge of this magical world. However, the muggle world still follows the same history.
"~ccaalmm downnn girllll~", a 5 meter, green coloured snake with a golden tipped tail, slithered down the sleeve of my robe.
'Damn! Lucy got all riled up due to the loud noises.' Lucy is a Trimeresurus Salazar, or more commonly known as Salazar's pit viper. A rather rare species of snakes only found in India. It still a complete century when this snake was discovered in my native world, plus I don't know how it came to me but this can't simply be a coincidence, 'It'll be wonderful mystery to solve, but that's a case for another day.'
'So far, since the letter arrived on my door steps, things have been going my way. *sigh* I am just scrapping the bottom of the barrel at this point when it comes to my financial circumstances.'
Originally I had saved up a decent amount of money but I spent it all buying things that would be considered masterpieces in the future, like signed copies of books of many a great writers; Sherlock Holmes, Treasure Island, The little mermaid, Martín Fierro's Demon; Early works of Fredrick Nietzsche and other great Philosophers soon to rise.
"It isn't the Fall that kills you. It's the landing." A person like me, who was so used to the heaven that will be the modern world compared to the cruel hell that I have the misfortune of distinguishing, had me falling constantly.
I couldn't even get a good wash, I used to become so filthy that I made myself gag. Many a times the though of killing myself came to my mind as nihilism corrupted my soul and lack of any bonds whatsoever polluted my judgement as I seeked to end my fall and jumped off a building.
And fall I did. I closed my eyes, in acceptance or fear or submission or maybe all of them. I opened my eyes only find myself looking at the beautiful moon shining in the embrace of the dark sky with a tint of green in it.
I pulled myself out of cracked ground that I completely overlooked as my eyes never left the Moon. Tears dripping down my dirty face as a comforting warmth spread through my chest.
It almost poetic that it was at midnight of my 8th birthday that I was both reborn and awakened my magic.
After that event, I started on my mini goal of acquiring different pieces of Art through the right way as a commitment to myself and work towards something in mind. And it made my life a lot better, well everything was still pretty much shitty but for once I felt alive and looked forward for tomorrow.
Reminiscing aside, there are a lot of things to learn in the ways of magic and the Wizarding world. It should be quite a ride.
The Next Morning
4th September, 1891
9:20 a.m.
'Damn! This castle is so fuckin' confusing to navigate. I have been going around looking for the greenhouse for 20 bloody minutes. At this point it just feels like the castle is deliberately trying to mess with me.'
"Oi Mate! Where you goin'?", I looked behind me only to see a First year Ravenclaw.
"I'm trying to find my way to the greenhouse. Would you be heading on over there as well?"
— "Yeah our bunch is just ahead."
His helpful reply suprised me a bit given the total ignorance I received since morning. I guess he picked up on that as my surprise was pretty apparent on my face.
— "Don't be so surprised. I come from the Avery's. Call me John."
"So John, any particular reason for your helpfulness?"
— "Couple of days in and you're this defensive? Is it really this harsh in Slytherin?"
His reply lightened the mood a little and calmed my nerves a bit, "Well it isn't as bad as they make it out to be if you know how to handle it. Though if it is about 5th years and above? Mate, I've observed it's bloody nasty."
By the time I finished we saw both Slytherin and Ravenclaw first years entering the greenhouse for our herbology class.
— "It's was nice talking to you. See ya later mate."
"Sure."
I split off from John and moved to my workstation with a plant kept on top of the table.
"Welcome students. My name is Matilda Waffling and I'll be your Herbology professor. In today's class we'll be learning about Mandrakes and other magical plants, namely how to handle them.", said our new hyper excited Professor.
'I have a bad feeling about this.'
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P.O.V. Dumbledore
The Great Hall
After The Breakfast
'The food here is really tasty, just like you said father.' my heart ached as I remembered his ragged figure standing in front of us, surrounded by aurors who took him away. The shame I felt when me, Ariana, Aberforth and my mother were practical thrown out of our village, the powerlessness I felt watching Ariana suffer because of that thing inside her.
'*sigh* Merlin this is too much. I hope I get so see father once he's out of Azkaban. It's been really hard on mother.'
— "Stay away from us you disease."
'hmm what's happening there', I looked towards source of the ruckus only to see two older students pushing a first year away from them.
P.O.V. Narrator
He looked frail and seemed like he had survived the dragon pox epidemic albeit with a lot of visible side effects.
After the seniors left Albus walked up to him, "Hey you alright there."
— "I'm fine. What do you want? Come to jeer have you?", he replied in a rather angry tone.
"Not at all. You see I'm myself a bit of an outcast and in need of a friend so I guess I try talking to you."
— "Why? Havin' pity for me are ya.", a hint of indignation and vulnerability apparent in his voice.
"Well from one poor sod to another, a bit."
— "What do I call you?"
"Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore. Take your pick."
— "Why don't I just call you Dumbfuck. *hehehe*", the boy joked trying to piss off Albus which he did for the most part.
"You prick! Just call me Albus. What's your name?"
— "Elphias Doge."
"Nice to meet you Elphias."
— "Let's get a move on. We've got DADA in about 10 minutes."
"Let's go."
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A/n:- Yo readers new chapter just finished writing. I have had no time to write anything because I'm about to be homeless, give exam (don't know exactly when or if it will happen given the corona virus), work a part time job as a tutor to sustain my expenses and my aunt suffering from cancer. At this point I want kill myself and just rest a little.
I probably won't be able to continue my Marvel fan-fic for a long time. Sorry but maybe someday I'll be able to post a new chapter.
Still some of stayed here to continue to read my work. Thank you to all of you.
Till then enjoy.
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