Reincarnated Into The World Of Harry Potter

Pain. My world was one of pain. Red liquid painted my back as I lied on the asphalt. I tasted it in my mouth. Blood. My blood. Darkness was overtaking me. Damn it all. My breathing has stopped. I can't feel the ground anymore and I've lost vision in both eyes. I can barely even hear the sirens, it was as if they were a world away. My senses were fading, I was fading. Slowly, ever so slowly, my heart stopped and my soul was whisked away, leaving nothing but an empty corpse behind.. 'So this is death, huh?'

If you haven't figured it out yet, my name was Orion Wright, and I died.

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At least I think I did. The exact memories of my death are a little shaky, but from what I can grasp, there was a truck involved. I was hit, thrown tens of feet in the air before landing. The pain was indescribable. Afterwards, there was the feeling of being pulled away from my body, a feeling of wrongness that couldn't be explained. Then, there was the Void. At least, that's what I called it for lack of a better name.

No matter where you are on the mortal plane, there's something. Whether it be physical or not, it doesn't matter. Even in the vacuum of space, there's concepts. The concept of space, of time, of simple existence. In the Void there was none of that. It was worse than mere sensory deprivation. It took concepts themselves and had them undone. It didn't take away your sense of time, as much as it took away time itself. It didn't take your touch, but took away the concept of feeling. I honestly couldn't say how long I was in that horrible place, as there was no time to be kept. The only thing that kept my sanity intact was the hope of somehow escaping that horrible prison.

Whether it be an eternity or a second, eventually I was saved. A light at the end of the tunnel you might say. The light was shining in the distance, not too far away from my current position. How it was possible for distance to exist without Space itself existing, I don't know. What I do know is that I had to leave. Even Hell with it's eternal torture would be better than this place. At least I would exist. I pushed my will, my entire being to the light, harder than I had ever pushed before. It got bigger and bigger, and I pushed and pushed. I ignored everything else, the only thing there was in my mind was light. Light, light, light. I pushed and shoved, and in one last, monumental effort, I made it to the light with a small *pop*.

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A/N:

If you started reading this before ~ 30k views ~ you'll realize the main premise of this story was vastly changed. When I first released this I had Orion meet god and get wishes. After writing some more I realized that's not how I wanted my story to progress. I ended up rewriting my first 10 chapters to better accommodate this. If you see any comments about wishes or the like please just disregard them. Thank you!