CHAPTER 1: In a box.

VOLUME ONE…

THUMP… "Oww!!" The person yelped in pain as its head bumped with a wooden ceiling of sorts as he had tried getting up from his laid position. he tried to move his arms to rub his hurting head only to find his movements restricted.

Opening his eyes, he found himself to be in some type of wooden enclosed box. Completely forgetting about his hurting head, he started to slam his fists against the wooden surface of the box, hoping that maybe the box would open or someone would hear the thumping sounds from inside the box but all for naught.

He began to panic as he realized how his breathing rate was rising. The oxygen level was dropping in the little amount of air present inside the box with an increased concentration of carbon dioxide.

His heart rate started to increase and then he felt something within his body move. It started from his naval region and started to spread throughout his body, soon his body in its entirety was enveloped by the feeling. He did not expect such changes and what he totally didn't expect was an explosion occurring with him at the very center of it. The wooden box was not able to contain the explosion, the ceiling that refused to budge before was blasted off.

The boy opened his tightly closed eyes and what he saw was something he had not expected, he saw a clear night sky through a roughly rectangular frame of soil.

Coffin… he now realized that the slender wooden box was a coffin this entire time and he had been actually buried underground. He slowly stood up on his feet and started to climb up out of the nearly 2-meter-deep rectangular cavity. As he was climbing, he realized that his hands were actually quite small, and once he climbed out of the hole, he checked that his body was that of a 6 or 7-year-old, famished kid. He also realized that he was standing in a graveyard as of right now.

But how was all this possible, the last time thing he remembered was that he was a grown-ass young man who was completing his bachelors in electrical engineering and that he was returning from the university that day when he was trampled by an out-of-control truck while pushing the child out of harm's way.

Though this did affirm as to why he was in a coffin underground, this did not hint at how there was no injury visible on his body and how did his body grow younger to that of a kid.

But the situation seemed so unquestionably familiar didn't it, similar to the hundreds of novels and fanfictions he read based on transmigration or reincarnation genres. However, to confirm this he first needed to confirm his identity as to who he was, he started to look around for the gravestone that must have been flung off somewhere due to the explosion.

Speaking of the explosion, how did it even occur, there were explosives no explosives in the coffin, why was there no sound produced and how was he unhurt? One moment he was getting that feeling of strange current passing through his body and covering his limbs and the second moment the explosion occurred. These two must be connected, oddly enough he was having a premonition as to how they were connected, but for that, he first needed to confirm somehow that was he in that world or not.

While thinking about his situation and guessing which verse, he was in his eyes landed on a rectangular gravestone that was lying on the grass near to the cavity he had just come out of.

He neared the gravestone and picked it up and what he read shocked him, Kyle James Potter, birth: 31st of July 1980, a kind and loving brother. Though it was as he had guessed, he had been transmigrated into the Potter-verse, but he did not expect that he would be someone related to Harry Potter or in a possibly rare case Harry himself with just a different name (in case this verse was an AU and he was Harry with just a different name).

Don't get him wrong, he loved Harry Potter, the boy, and the series. He loved Harry as he was his childhood hero, he loved the character for how kind, sacrificing, brave, loyal, and loving he was. As a child, he strongly wished that the boy did not have to suffer so much pain and make so many sacrifices. Now, he could help the boy, not only because he loved the boy as his childhood hero but also because he was most probably his brother.

As he was daydreaming as to how he would protect his 'brother' he was assaulted with another headache, the chime of a bell rang in his head and a monotone voice sounded in his head.

[Interface Integration complete, host soul mended, unlocking memories before resurrection, integrating memories, integration successful, the host can access the interface by thinking interface]

"Calm down, calm down, it is just an interface, not a system, though having a system would have made me too overpowered but, an interface is good enough. Alright let's check, interface," Kyle thought out loud.

Right before his eyes, a translucent white interface with white text appeared.

Interface:

Name: Kyle James Potter

Age: 6-years and 11-months old

Gender: Male

Magic-core stage: 1st stage completion (Foundation realm completion)

Core Attribute: Primal chaos

Abilities, bloodlines, and skills: Hyperbolic Time chamber (description: No time, number of people or number of entries restrictions, unlimited space, internal conditions such as temperature, pressure, gravity, etc can be changed according to will. A beautiful cozy home has been added with an unlimited supply of electricity, water, clothing, food (made by Saiba Jouchiro), etc. The chamber acts as your personal dimension and cannot be intruded into, the user would age according to the time-lapse outside, lastly, you can enter the chamber from your current location and exit it at any point within 1,000 miles.)

Beep…beep…beep…The number you're trying to connect to cannot be reached at the current moment, please try later… (0ₒ0). "Umm… ah… wo-wow," Kyle was left quite baffled, what was this sickly broken ability, he knew about this chamber from the Dragonball franchise and it was one of the sickliest overpowered abilities he had ever seen, it stretched a days' worth of time to 1 whole year, but in the Dragonball franchise it came with limitations, only 2 people could enter it at a time, they could stay for a day only which was a year inside and lastly a person could enter it twice in their lifetime.

But the ability he was given had none of these, he could stay for the next 4 years inside the chamber in luxury, training inside the chamber and by the time he got his letter for Hogwarts his powers would be beyond anyone's reach. However, what Kyle did not know was that this plan of his wasn't exactly feasible, he could stay in the chamber for as long as he wanted but the problems would be related to his cores' evolutions.

Recovering from euphoria Kyle realized that though he was in a magical world where death lurked around every corner, he knew nothing about magic, in the movies and books the wizards would merely swish their wands and speak the incantations to do magic, but in reality, there would be complications for sure.

To solve this issue, he needed all the knowledge magical Britain could provide him with. He needed all the books he could get his hands on, but the problem was that his cover of being dead could get blown, and right now his cover was the only thing protecting him from the pursuit of death-eaters and Voldemort.

The one thing he could do was steal all the books from Hogwarts library, but before that he needed to first find Harry and check upon him, he would not leave him behind with the murderers… yes… Kyle didn't just die, he was killed by Vernon during one of the occasional beatings they both got.

How did he know this? He knew this because his memories had been restored as the interface had finished integrating with his body. The restored memories showed his life during the previous 7 years.

Flashback before Kyle's death:

A drunk Vernon closed the door behind him as he stumbled on his feet due to a reduced sense of balance. Kyle was cleaning up the table while Harry was doing the dishes.

Today wasn't a good day for Vernon, he had lost a big contract from his hand and he was really angry and drunk right now. As he entered the living room is eyes landed on the twins, the two freaks.

'It must be them; it is their bad luck for sure that has caused me such a loss, yes… they are responsible, they must be responsible,' Vernon thought. The waste of air stumbled over the rug a bit as he moved towards the boy who was cleaning the table.

Kyle who heard someone stumble, turned around only to see a fat hand grabbing onto his hair and pulling on them with as much power as the drunk walrus could muster. Vernon grabbed the boy by his hair and slapped his face with his fat hand as the boy struggled to free himself. The other boy rushed to his brother's aid; he begged the walrus to let his brother go but all was for naught. Harry was pushed back by Vernon onto the floor, as the fatty started to slap the boy he grabbed by the hair.

SLAP…SLAP… SLAP, the walrus kept on slapping the boy, his lips bled as he started to lose his consciousness a bit, his ears were ringing, his face was hurting accompanied by burning pain. THUD...unable to support his body anymore, nor being able to muster any strength to struggle, Kyle fell onto the floor, barely conscious by the time Vernon was done beating him.

Hearing all the commotion, Petunia woke up and ran down the stairs with Dudley in tow, and what she witnessed horrified even her, she hated both the kids, they were the sons of that witch she had to call her sister, but she didn't want to see them get beaten up so badly.

She saw one of her nephews' down on the floor, barely conscious. Her walrus of a husband had been drinking again, and whenever he returned home drunk this would happen, she had tried stopping her husband once, only to be thrown away and taking on the full force of Vernon's beatings only to be saved by Dudley's intervention. Petunia feared Vernon from that day onwards and didn't ever interfere in his 'punishments'.

She saw in horror as Vernon proceeded to her other nephew. Vernon once again grabbed the other boy by his hair, Harry struggled to escape, however, the vice grip refused to let go. Not being able to escape, Harry just gave up on struggling because his previous experiences taught him that the more, he struggled, the more bashing he will get at the hand of the sadist. Vernon lifted his hand and clenched it into a fist, but he didn't expect the other boy to bite his arm that was holding Harry by his hair.

Vernon squealed like a pig being slaughtered as Kyle, bit even harder ready to bite off a pound of flesh off the pig. Vernon brought his fist down with all power in his desperation, hitting Kyle in his face, the boy clenched his teeth even harder, his incisors and canines penetrated the walrus's skin, his eyes were bloodshot.

Kyle saw blood, he had enough of this abusive treatment, he won't let anyone hurt his brother, he didn't care about his own wellbeing, if he died today, he died, if he somehow remained quiet, these beatings and fucked up treatment will only continue and intensify and his brother will have to suffer. At least the next time when the walrus attacked him, he would remember that the twins will retaliate.

However, Kyle did not know that there won't be any next time, not ever. He tasted the walrus's blood in his mouth and heard Harry and Petunia's scream before something heavy hit his head, his vision blackened despite him willing not to.

Kyle James Potter died protecting his brother and he most probably did successfully protect him, he hoped at least.