The Realm Between

I was sure I had died.

One minute, I was crossing the street, my phone buzzing in my hand with another useless notification, and the next—a blaring horn, screeching tires, and blinding headlights swallowed my world whole.

But there was no pain. No impact. Just an unsettling silence.

When I opened my eyes, the first thing I noticed was the endless white stretching in every direction. No walls, no sky, just pure, blinding brightness that went on and on. I wasn't cold or warm; I just... was.

"Not what you were expecting, I imagine," a voice said from behind me, calm yet laced with something unfathomable. I turned sharply, my heart pounding, only to see a figure sitting casually in an armchair—an armchair that hadn't been there a moment ago.

The man—if he could even be called that—was dressed in an old-fashioned suit, his silver eyes watching me with mild interest, as if I were some curious new puzzle. His hair was short and dark, but there was something about him that felt… ancient. Timeless.

"Where am I?" I asked, my voice trembling slightly as I forced my legs to stop shaking. I wasn't dead. I couldn't be. This had to be some sort of messed-up dream, right?

He gave a small, almost pitying smile. "In a place between places. The gap, if you will, between life and death." He gestured to the chair opposite him, which also appeared from nowhere. "Sit. We have much to discuss."

I didn't move at first, my body still frozen with disbelief, but something in his eyes—an authority that couldn't be ignored—compelled me to take a seat. Slowly, I lowered myself into the chair, trying to stay calm despite the impossible situation I found myself in.

"Who are you?" I asked, my voice firmer now. "And what do you mean 'between life and death'?"

The man leaned back, steepling his fingers together as if he had all the time in the world. "You may call me Rob. Restorer of Balance, Reader of Omniverse, or more commonly, a Reincarnator Overlord Being."

My mind struggled to process his words. "Reincarnator?"

He nodded, his smile widening ever so slightly. "Indeed. You, my dear, have been chosen. For what, you'll soon discover. But for now, let's just say I have a… special opportunity for you."

My stomach churned uneasily. "Opportunity?"

"To live again. In a different world, far from the one you knew." He paused, studying my reaction before adding, "A world you're quite familiar with, if I'm not mistaken. A place where magic exists, wands wield great power, and a boy with a lightning-shaped scar is at the centre of it all."

I blinked, my mind racing. No way. This can't be real.

But the Rob's smile deepened. "Yes. You've guessed correctly. You've been given the chance to live in the world of Harry Potter."

My mouth went dry. "Why me?"

The Rob shrugged casually. "Why not? It's not every day one gets to rewrite their fate. Besides, there are certain… disruptions in that world that require a fresh perspective. Someone like you, with knowledge of the story, could tip the scales in ways neither good nor evil can anticipate."

I was speechless. Of all the impossible things that could happen, this was beyond any dream—or nightmare—I could have imagined. 

"So," he said, leaning forward, his eyes gleaming with amusement, "what do you say? Fancy a trip to Hogwarts?"

The answer was on the tip of my tongue. How could I possibly say no?

The Rob's smile lingered as he watched me process the impossible. My mind was spinning. Hogwarts, magic, and a world that had only existed in books for me—now suddenly a real, living possibility. But even as the disbelief washed over me, something else stirred inside: the chance to be more than I ever was, to live in a world where destiny could be shaped by a wave of a wand.

Before I could fully grasp the situation, the Rob spoke again, his tone casual but loaded with purpose. "Now, before we send you off, let's talk about your gifts. I'm feeling generous today, so I'll grant you three wishes. Choose wisely, because once decided, they cannot be changed."

I blinked. Three wishes. This was happening. I had to think fast, but not too fast. If I was going to survive, no, thrive in the world of magic, I needed to make smart choices.

"Three wishes," I repeated slowly, feeling the weight of the moment settle in. "Alright, let's start with the first one."

I thought of all possibilities and finally decided 

"I wish to have a powerful magical core. I wanted to be someone who could hold unimaginable power, who could wield magic beyond what any wizard or witch had ever known."

Rob's expression shifted into something unreadable, as if I had touched upon something forbidden. "A powerful magical core as such cannot be given directly," he said, his voice calm but filled with weight, as though he were delivering a universal truth. "However, I can give you a high aptitude in magic comprehension. Magic to you will be like a duckling learning to swim. But the knowledge you seek—the means to attain it—lies elsewhere."

I stared at him, not understanding. "What?" I asked, confused.

A slow smile tugged at the corners of his lips. "The information you need is hidden in a place that exists for those who truly seek it. 12 Grimmauld Place holds the library that contains the knowledge you desire."

I blinked. The Black Library… Of course.

"But be warned," Rob continued, his voice dropping to a near-whisper, "the path to understanding and obtaining such power is not without risk. The ritual required to become powerful is in a book called Rituals Moste Olde."

"What's next?" he asked, leaning back as though expecting me to choose something simple. But I wasn't going to waste this opportunity.

I took a deep breath. If I was going to Hogwarts, I wanted more than just a place in the shadows. I wanted to be someone important. "For my second wish," I said, "I want to be born as the son of Sirius Black. A half-blood heir of the Black family. But... let's add a twist. Sirius never knew I existed, and I was raised in an orphanage."

Rob's smile widened as if he appreciated the complexity of my wish. "A Black heir, born into both prestige and mystery. A perfect mix of power, legacy, and an underdog story. Sirius will never know what hit him. But there will be twist and it is up to you to find it"

A twist huh.. I will bother with that later. I felt my chest tighten with excitement, my mind whirling with the possibilities. The Black family's influence, the natural magical talent, and the connections I'd have—it would give me a serious edge in the wizarding world. But being raised in an orphanage would also allow me to grow independently, away from the dark legacy of the Black family. I liked the idea of starting from nothing, only to rise.

"Now, the last wish," Rob said, crossing his arms as if expecting something grand.

This was it. The final piece. I already had incredible strength and magical power, and the bloodline of one of the most important families in the wizarding world. What could complete this?

I remembered reading about Animagus transformations and how powerful wizards could turn into animals that matched their personalities. I had always thought it was one of the coolest abilities in the Harry Potter universe. But I wanted something more than just a regular animal.

"For my third wish," I began, "I want a mythical creature as my Animagus form. Something that reflects my strength and ferocity."

Rob's smile faltered slightly, and he shook his head. "Sorry, I cannot allow a mythical creature Animagus. There are limits to the balance even I maintain."

I frowned, but quickly adjusted. If a mythical creature wasn't allowed, I'd have to get creative. My mind raced through possibilities until I remembered something—a beast unlike any other, a hybrid of nature's most terrifying predators.

"Then," I said with growing excitement, "I want my Animagus form to be an Abyssoraptor. A hybrid of the Indominus Rex, Indoraptor, and Scorpius Rex—combining the most powerful traits of each of those creatures."

Rob raised both eyebrows this time. "A predatory, cunning, and monstrous creature. Cold, ruthless, powerful—a creature with immense strength, intelligence, and resilience. Very well, though I must say, you're making quite the statement."

He snapped his fingers, and I felt an odd shift in my very essence, like the primal instincts of a beast had been awakened within me. I could sense the sheer destructive potential of the Abyssal Rex form, a creature built to dominate its surroundings—combining the agility and intelligence of the Indoraptor, the strength and stealth of the Indominus Rex, and the venomous, unpredictable nature of the Scorpius Rex. It was everything I could have asked for, wrapped into one monstrous form.

With the wishes granted, the Rob stood, his form towering above me now, as if our brief meeting had been but a blink in his eternal existence.

"Your path is set," he said. "You'll awaken in your new life shortly. I look forward to seeing how you handle yourself in a world of magic and power. Remember—destiny is fickle, but with the right choices, you can bend it to your will."

Before I could respond, the bright white around me began to shift, twisting and swirling into darkness. I could feel myself slipping away, my consciousness fading.

The last thing I saw was the Rob's cryptic smile as his voice echoed in the distance: "Welcome to your new life, Black."

And then—everything went black.