7 Months Later

Being a baby is awesome and frustrating at the same time. Awesome because you basically have a group of adults to wait upon you. You need food? You cry and 'Walla Walla Washington', food appears magically and stuffed in your mouth. You don't even have to lift the spoon. You feel like peeing? Or pooping? You cry and 'Hocus Pocus - Sister awokus' Even if it's the middle of the night, you have people helping you pee and poop. 
Some people would say I'm a disgusting, sickening and loathsome guy with not an ounce of self respect. Guess you're right, but I would take those insults anytime, anywhere because being waited hand and foot is definitely worth it.
Now the frustrating part is that I can;t understand shit about what's going on here. Nobody speaks English and let me tell you it's easier to pick up a language and gain fluency from a blank slate than knowing a language beforehand and trying to learn a new language. It's easier for the former because you think and speak in that very language from the get go. All your thoughts and imaginations are in that language. 
While for the latter, You first think in your original tongue, translate it and then speak in the new language. All your thought and imaginations are in your original language instinctively, which leads to less practice than the former. The only thing that is going for me is that I obviously have higher intellect than other babies as well as the amount of practice I am doing consciously. I am now good enough at speaking the local language that I can at least ask for things in two word sentences. And the lack of knowledge of the local language leads to the sheer lack of information.

I know the country I am in. I know the organization that is trying to indoctrinate me is the church of this world. Now you may say that I'm being prejudiced against them without any proof but you must understand that 90% of the churches in isekai novels are always corrupt and secret evil. 
Of course Sister Violetta can never be evil, she was probably deceived into joining the church or maybe forced to get involved. But rest assured people! When I grow up I am definitely saving her and taking her away from this place. 

And who says that I don't have proof?  You see abnormal things have been happening to me. The first thing is that I am just a teeny tiny bit too strong for a baby. I weigh about 10 kilograms. How do I know it? While on our bi-monthly outing of the orphanage to the doctor to get medical checkup and shots I secretly wiggled out of the room to explore the surrounding cause I only get to go out about once every two months and that is definitely not enough to quell my adventurous spirit. As a proud delivery truck driver that has driven on the roads of 42 states and 5 countries, staying cooped up in the same building for an year may as well be called torture. 
So here I am just outside the room and what do I see? A weighing machine! Right now anything that is new to my eyes is good enough for me to be excited about, even if it's just a weighing machine. And I did what any curious baby would do. I crawled towards it as fast as I could and got on top of it. And Viola! I weigh a solid eleven kilograms. But I didn't know whether it was normal, underweight or overweight. 
Why can't these guys paste a baby weight chart on the walls. Is that too much to do? Are they looking down on us babies? Are we not important enough? But unfortunately while I was monologuing, a Nurse spotted and swooped me away from the glorious self discovery adventure I was having. Curse you evil minions of the hospitals! And with that I was put down on the sofa among the other children which resolutely ended my adventure in the hospital.
Now  you must be thinking "Hey what relation does this pointless story have with the weird things happening around you?" Now just be calm and see how the fates have woven this thread of coincidences around me.
So you see, the church has a separate room with books about religion and other subjects. I regularly 'infiltrate' that room to gain information on the organization. Who am I kidding? I just wanted to read some picture books cause I was fucking bored. So one day while I was advancing on my stealth mission I miraculously found some books in English lying on the lowest shelf in the book room. I was so happy that I nearly cried again, which would have failed the mission right there, But I controlled myself like all excellent agents do and did not let my emotions hinder me in the way of my duty.
 I took out those books and started to read them and advance my knowledge about the organization. Apparently they were stories about how saints of this religious order were tortured some eighteen hundred years ago. Some of them had their teeth violently pulled or shattered in their mouth. Some of them roasted on grills. Some of them skinned alive, Devoured by beasts, sunk in the ocean etc etc. 

Can someone please tell me what the hell is this book? And why was it in lowest shelf where children can easily pick it up and read it? And why on earth is all the text followed by graphic pictures showcasing these people undergoing torture? Is this some kind of ploy to permanently damage the kids? 
Or maybe I finally found the reason behind this organization's objective! They want revenge for them and want to destroy the world! Or maybe rule the world with their organization as the supremo of this world and kill or enslave the rest. Hmmm, this would need some more careful investigation in their origins and history. I picked up the other books in English and started reading them. they were mostly anecdotes of the previous members of their society. the last one was just a phone directory in English. But just as I was open it I heard footsteps coming towards this direction. I grew flustered and quickly tried to put the book back in the shelf. 
Nothing abnormal right? I wish I could say the same. 
I picked up those books and ran towards the lower shelf, and that's when I realized what was wrong. I was holding a stack of books weighing about two kilograms and running with it. My mind was screaming to put them down right there cause it was very abnormal, but my body said 'cool down mate, It's easy peasy'. And followed my body cause it sounded much more friendly and ran towards a cupboard to hide behind it. Just then I heard the footsteps entering the room.
"Periklis!"
I heard sister Violetta shouting my name. But no matter how sweet she is, I stopped myself from responding reflexively and giving out my hiding place. I couldn't let them know that I had already gained some fundamental knowledge about them and had started plotting against them.
After hearing those disappearing footsteps, I came out and ran towards my room. After all I had a lot to think about. I probably have above average or extraordinary strength. It's a bit too soon to call it super powered as I have yet to punch a hole through the wall. Now the question is how did I gain it? Is the organization conducting secret experiments in us? Have I been drinking diluted super soldier serum in the form of milk? Or they have been bombarding me with Vita rays when I'm sleeping? But I haven't seen the rest of the kids doing anything beyond ordinary.
 Or were my original parents some super powered people and their one for all powers passed on to me? Maybe I'm a mutant? Or maybe this is a reincarnation bonus by some lazy god who thought it was too much trouble to meet me? So many questions and yet no one to answer. But the most important question among all of them is how to proceed with this information and what measures to take? 
I would be bluffing myself if I said that I would just live normally and peacefully from now on. I have read enough web-novels, fan-fictions and stories to know the most important principle is that 'Supernatural attracts Supernatural'. To say anything else would be a lie. Now the question is what type of role is my destiny plunging me into?

A regular human dies and is reborn in another world. Common? The world has Legendary swords, Heroes, Angels, Devils and Gods? Still common? He knows the future of the world too! It's still not uncommon? he is probably going to be super-powerful. if it's still a common story then I can't help it. an Si who is not an edgelord. Harem? Who knows?

"Why are you here again?" she asked while munching the chips. It's been exactly two hours since Jungkook stayed in the house with her and she felt like she's been missing a lot.

Jungkook grinned and munched down the chips top while watching Ironman. He was cheering for Ironman while she was about to cry.

"I miss Jimin already," she suddenly blurted out. Jungkook, on the other hand felt bullets pierced his heart when his brain processed the information.

Suddenly, he felt his mood go down. He didn't have any guts to cheer or watch the movie anymore. His appetite for the chips vanished.

"I'm going to cook some foods," she excused herself. When she got to the kitchen, she immediately slapped her face. She felt the energy of the room drained and she knew why.

It was because of the thing she suddenly said that changed everything. How could she face him now? She blinked three times before jumping up and down three times. She was cursing herself for saying such a stupid remark.

"Do you have any cold drinks?" he suddenly asked. She shrieked before she got a grip on herself.

"shit, why do you have to scare me like that? Oh yeah, there's soft drinks on the second shelf. If you want ice pops or sweets, it's in the bottom shelf," she said while pouring the flour on the bowl. She cracked three eggs and did her thing while he was watching her back.

He was feeling awful about himself. Even after hearing 'I miss Jimin' from her, he couldn't help but to admire her. He was examining her back and his thoughts went overhead. He groaned and walked towards the refrigerator. His eyes glistened when he realized that this refrigerator is full of fluids and foods.

"I must say, you're fricking organized. Did you make those popsicles and juices? You're using washable plastic glasses,"

She laughed and uttered, "what can I do? I have to save the earth,"

It was almost 3 in the afternoon when she went to the living room and brought the pancakes. She took the empty bowls and trays and dropped them on the sink and started washing.

She was eager to go to upstairs and sneaked to their library, Mark's library. Although most of the books there were about laws, business ethics and educational resources, she made sure she stocked novels and other outstanding books.

"you make the most delicious pancakes in the world" he moaned out of delight while eating the incredible pancakes. She laughed and took some and went upstairs.

"where are you going? I'm all alone here,"

She raised her eyebrow. She wanted to say, "is that my problem?" but she knew better, "I'm going to Mark's mini library,"

He thought for a while before he carried the plate and walked ahead of her. She gasped and moved him aside, "excuse me mister, I know the way,"

_____

He scanned the shelves and tried to find a book that's interesting. He was not a fan of reading but he has couple of books in his room.

"can you suggest a book to read?" he asked while looking at the educational books in front of him. He was, for sure, not going to read medical books.

She chuckled and gave it a thought. "I've read Me Before You and After You by Jojo Moyes. I literally put their genre on each shelves. Find anything that you like. There's romance, adventure, comedy, horror, crime and anything else," she said while grabbing her latest collection, Tracy Madison's books.

Her gaze was intense while she was debating on what to read first. Finally, she decided to read A Taste of Magic first. She sat down on the arm chair that looked like a bookshelf chair. Of course, this was the chair from her father and she truly treasured it.

Time passed by and it was already 6 in the evening. The sky had gone darker and the air was getting colder. She stood up and closed the windows and the curtains. She looked at Jungkook who was peacefully sleeping on the chair. After he finished reading one book, he had no energy to read another one.

He secretly took a book and covered his face and then off to sleep. It was pretty much obvious but she did nothing about it. She wouldn't force people to read books with her. As a matter of fact, she loved reading alone.

She decided to wake him up since it was late already. "Jungkook? It's already late," she softly said. Surprisingly, he woke up and looked at her in the eyes before blinking.

"what time is it?" he breathed out as he placed the books back to the shelves. She rubbed his eyes and yawned.

She chuckled and opened the door, waiting for him to go out. She switched off the light and closed the door behind her before she could answer him." It's already 6 in the evening. I can make a quick dinner. Mark will be back after an hour or so,"

She walked down the aisle and to the stairs, straight to the kitchen. Jungkook sat down on the chair beside the kitchen table and waited for her.

"is vegetable chicken salad fine for you?"

He nodded and said, "I'll eat whatever meal you cook," he wasn't the type of person to reject foods. He wasn't a picky eater. He was taught by his mom to accept the food served in front of him and finish the food on his plate, just like a good child.

After her father's tragic death, she distance herself from everyone, including her mom. She wasn't fully prepared for moving on from the event and now, her mother found another man who'll fulfill her after him.

Jungkook, a player, stone-hearted faced the same event. His mom died when he was little, leaving him and his six other brothers with their dad. He then knew that his father found another woman and would like to marry her which he was so furious about.

What they didn't know was their world was just connected. 
___
"I told you to marry that man!" her mom shouted at her, stomping her left foot.

"why would I? This wasn't part of the deal! I let you marry that old man and even let him take the role of my dad yet now, you would force me to marry someone who I don't have feelings with? I can't believe you" she yelled back. She ran away from her mom and went back to her house. 
___
"Jungkook, get ready, you're meeting your future wife" his dad said, holding his wife's hand. 

"I don't even like Lisa, let alone be paired with her forever" he hissed and walked out. 
___
5 years later. 

"c'mon you're meeting your sister. She had arrived thirty minutes ago and is probably waiting for us, together with her husband." his mom told them while taking her bag and fixed her clothes. 
___
She held her tears and looked at the night sky and said, "Jungkook, we can't. As much as I wanted to be with you, we're both married to someone who we don't give a shit."

He took her hands and let her face him and said, "that's my point. If we love each other, then we'll fight for each other, for our love", to her. He kissed her hands and they shared a passionate kiss. 
___
"if only I knew that this will happen, then I wouldn't have to do that. Shit, Lei, you make me crazy"he kneeled down, holding her bruised hand. 

"shit happens, kook" she laughed. 
___
"we're divorced". They both said at the same time. She jumped on him and he twirled her, tightly holding her waist. 

"does that mean, we have a chance?" he asked her, lost in her galaxy eyes. 

"we do have a chance, we just didn't know how to find that chance" she smiled while pecking his lips. 

"if only I met you before your mom met my dad, then we would have kids by now" 
___
"I now pronounce you, husband and wife"

The quiet place that Edward found ended up to be a small and quaint bookstore that also sold aromatic drip coffee. While he did plan to bring Scarlet out for a shopping trip after playing at the arcade, he wasn't quite expecting the girl to choose such a place. They ventured the less crowded areas of the city and stumbled upon this old gem that Scarlet immediately fell in love with.
The lady of the bookstore had cataracts and seeing difficulties. However, she still welcomed the couple, more than happy to have customers.
"How can I help you?" she asked and ushered them to a seat.
The bookstore was rather tiny because of how many books there were cluttered in the small shop. There wasn't even a menu to offer, just an option of coffee with milk or sugar or tea. Edward wondered how such a place was able to sustain until now and the old lady hobbled back with the order of two black coffees.
"Scarlet, are you feeling better now?" he asked.
The writer nodded with a small smile. Normally, she would feel claustrophobic in small enclosed spaces but now, the tiny shop cluttered with books made her feel at home. As a writer, this was like a dream come true to be surrounded by books and coffee. However, she couldn't tell Edward that yet. 
"I'm fine," she smiled to reassure him but Edward wasn't thoroughly convinced. It wasn't because Elfie told him not to trust a girl when they say that they're alright but because he was still genuinely worried about her.
Even though she wasn't able to see clearly, the old lady brewed the drip coffee with practised ease, her body remembering just where everything was. Edward and Scarlet glanced back when the air was filled with a delicious aroma. As coffee addicts and appreciated, they knew that this old lady's skills were top-notch. No fancy machines, no fancy beans. Just pure skills and a touch of motherly love.
When the two steaming cups came, Scarlet offered her gratitude and told the old lady that she loved her shop. Edward could see the true joy and enthusiasm as Scarlet talked about the books that the old lady collected. Her collections were a little out of taste for the younger generation so she was pleasantly surprised when the bookish lady started talking about them.
"You must be a true lover of the old kind of literature. Most young people prefer to glue their eyes onto phone screens. Back in my days, getting our hands on any one of these would have been considered a luxury. I used to flip through the same book until the pages were worn simply because I couldn't afford new ones. We traded books with friends so that there was a healthy variety to go about. Young people nowadays are too privileged but they don't treasure it."
Edward sipped his coffee and didn't know how to ease himself into the conversation between the ladies. He knew that Scarlet was a little bookish. According to Elfie who studied with her for a brief period of time, the girl was not only smart but also hard working. He knew that Scarlet liked reading because she had a bookshelf in his guest room. The books on her bookshelf were very diverse so Edward didn't know what Scarlet liked. She didn't seem to be collecting anything in particular but after hearing her talk about books with the old bookshop owner, he now understood her better.
She wasn't simply collecting them. She was a true master when it came to books. Those books that she kept must have been special. Scarlet's memory was incredible. Edward knew that he had better memory abilities than most people because he was trained as a spy. He had a photographic memory but Scarlet's abilities surpassed his own. She didn't just remember things quickly. She was able to analyse them quickly as well.
For every book that Scarlet read, she remembered the names of every character, every scene and could even quote their dialogues to the old bookshop owner. Her analysis was very different and her opinions about each masterpiece were very detailed almost as if she was giving it a critique. If Scarlet could remember everything from just glancing through a book once, why would she need to keep any physical copies of books with her? Now, that made him curious. Learning new sides to Scarlet was always something that excited him. For everything new he found out about her, Edward couldn't help but fall for her more and more.
"You have not read it? What a shame," the old lady sighed when she brought up a book that Scarlet never had the chance to read before.
Hobbling over to one of the tall but overly tall bookshelves, she started to climb a wobbly stepladder and Edward quickly stood up and offered his assistance. Scarlet watched as her boyfriend played the role of a gentleman and blushed. How was it possible that she was able to get such a thoughtful boyfriend like Edward? She still found it hard to believe that they were dating and just the thought of calling him her boyfriend made her heart seize up so fully that she found it impossible to breathe.
Impressed by the courtesy of this young man, the old lady nodded in approval. The young lady was delightful and this young man was kind. They made a good couple and even though they were strangers, the old lady was starting to treat them like her grandbabies. She had taken a liking to them and decided that she would gift this book to Scarlet as part of their fated meeting.
"Is this the one?" Edward asked from the top of the stepladder.
The old lady nodded. "It is. Thank you, child."
The teen climbed down carefully with the book in his hand and Scarlet watched as her boyfriend suavely delivered the book into the shop owner's waiting hands.
"This is the book," she said and pushed it into Scarlet's hands. "You should have it."
Scarlet took a look at the dusty hardcover and dusted it lightly. "How much is this?" she asked.
When Edward heard that, he quickly reached for his wallet but the old lady chuckled and shook her head. She saw what the young man was about to do and she couldn't let him do that. University students should save their money for more important things. Books like this hardcover would be very lucky to have an owner like this young lady. Finding a well-read youngster nowadays with an old-fashioned sense of manners and respect for the elderly didn't come by every day. She liked them very much and thought that this would be a lovely gift to commemorate their meeting.
"It's not for sale, it is a gift," she smiled. "A gift with a prayer that someday you'll come by again to keep this lonely old lady company. I used to be able to talk to my husband about books but ever since he passed away, I talk to walls. My children aren't interested in good literature, what can I do? My grandchildren prefer playing Boxcraft over picking up a good read."
With a sigh, the old lady grabbed Scarlet's hands tightly with a strength that one wouldn't expect from a frail woman like her. Her eyes might have been covered with cataract but they reflected clarity and wisdom.
"Take care of it. Someday you will come to understand it the way I do. I know that you are a very intelligent lady but don't let your heart be clouded by logic. Listen to it sometimes, love can save you when everything else fails."
Scarlet looked at the romance novel and blinked. It wasn't the kind of genre that she usually read simply because she preferred to read about a character going on an adventure to accomplish something. It didn't matter if they were doing it to fight noble battles or if they were doing it for revenge. Scarlet liked to read stories that inspired her to be stronger, smarter and better. There was an insurmountable wall by the name of Anastasia and Scarlet had always felt weak and small whenever she was reminded of reality. It was only in books that she could find the courage and borrowed the bravado of heroes to face her fears.
If there was anything being an actress taught her, it was to fake it till she made it. With her talent, Scarlet knew that it wasn't easy for other people to read her. Yet, this old lady who she had only met for less than an hour could see right through her, all her vulnerabilities, flaws and insecurities. The fear that she suppressed like a monster locked in a vault was threatening to break the chains of control and Scarlet's heart trembled upon hearing the words.
Edward didn't know what it was that caused such a reaction but he knew it when he saw that flash of fear in her eyes. It was there for only a brief moment and anyone would have thought that it was their imagination because Scarlet reigned it in very quickly and thanked the old lady politely before making payment for the drinks and leaving. However, Edward knew better. He has been watching Scarlet for a while now and that smile wasn't fooling him. It was the fake one that Scarlet gave to the camera. Still waters run deep and what he saw might only be the tip of an iceberg, waiting to be discovered.


At age 10, Scarlet Liu Xiu Wen was tested with a Mensa IQ of 156.

By age 12, she was publishing books with the pen name Permanent Frost. By age 14, she was a successful vocalist-composer in the band called Britannia. By age 16 Scarlet had a successful career as a model and actress going by the stage name of Liu Xiu Wen.

However, there was a secret that the world didn't know. Away from the limelight, Scarlet took on yet another persona online as Pirate S - the eccentric half-genius. Everyone who lurked in the forums knew her name. Known for her unusual takes on life and mostly popularly for her "Human Observation Diary" blog, Scarlet enjoys the nerd life in secret.

Human Observation Diary has always kept to a very standard format but one day, a reader pointed out that the blog has recently been differing from its usual format. Intrigued by the trigger, Scarlet investigates her latest human observation - an online NEET by the name of Jedd77.

From further interactions, Scarlet finds herself helplessly drawn to him. As their friendship develops into something more, Scarlet has to make a choice.

To give up her secrecy and allow Jedd77 to be a part of her life? Or continue the game of cat and mouse even after the face reveal.

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Hi my names christian the title doesn't really explain it but I'm a author of several novel I'm also a sorta starter artist I can do anime photos off the internet, I can also do little people like from comics but they sorta look like a five year old drew them, and last but not least I am good at drawing heads with faces and hairs but not that good I'm trying to become a better artist so I can hopefully make this and my other novels into a comic so you can see what the characters look like without having to picture it I hope I can do that soon so I can make the comics that you guys or girls would like but any way I mainly focus on romance adventure stories and if you guys stocked with me throughout this entire time you guys know I don't really put a main villain and I don't add a plot to it that's one of the reason I ended my novel raging love because I couldn't think of anything like a plot or a villain now I'm going to make when I'm done with the current novels a new raging love novel but with a different title called raging time I'll give you a short description when I figure out what's it about, now to my life I'm 14 years old born June 30 I'm a preborn baby I think I said that correct it's basically when a baby is born sooner then it was supposed to be, I had speech issues when I was 1 I only started speaking at 3 years old my writing is promptly terrible well it's not that bad just a little messy I'm not good at certain things in the occupation of writing one of them is punctuation as when you read the other stories, I usually don't add commas and periods, and it's not because I'm a complete stupid person it's because I don't really know how to use them. Now enough about that your probably wondering what inspired me to become a writer well i didn't write as a little kid but usually when I was 6 or 7 I used to play with toys usually those wwe toys I used them to make believe and create my own world I stopped around 8 but any way I was kinda bored with my life there was no imagination so I moved to WEBTOONs and stuff like that and read books like prince private baby or vampire charming where the evil step sister, or sister betray the mc in a way now those are comics but when it was books novels and stuff like that is where my imagination button kicked in I started to feel like I was in the story and stuff so that's when I got the idea at 11th grade I wrote story's at school of course I didn't quite use any apps I kept them to myself because they were well terrible a lot of misspelled words, now back to life my life was sh*t because when I was little my dad left and before that I couldn't even remember half the stuff I used to do or any of my friends my race is Puerto Rican I moved houses when I was eleven, I lost contact with most of my friends, and after that a lot of stuff happened but I must go there will be another about my life chapter it just won't be soon it will be near future.

Hi my name is Katie levin at least that’s my totally normal people name my superhero name is mistress of calamity ya it’s really long but most people ok not most all people just call me calamity because of my superpowers is fire and ice I know it’s like that supercool anime but it’s also not like it my superpowers can cause...massive destruction if not careful I only use it at 1 percent now your probably wondering how the actual frick did I get my superpowers well you see there were these special rock things that flew out of the sky hundreds of years ago my family was the first to get powers when scientists tested on powered people they were frightened they thought it wasn’t hereditary and it would weaken over time but were they wrong my ancestors powers used to be fire and water now it’s ice and fire because of how strong it’s become now ever since that happened there’s been superhero licensing sorta like that anime again but also unlike it it’s optional most superhero’s don’t want there info out to the public eye so they don’t use the school license but as superhero came to be supervillains also came to be the thing I know is that this worlds gotten dangerous since powers risen and normal people declining

"What are you reading?" Hermione asked as she sat beside me with her plate.

She had stopped eating in the Great hall some time ago as well and now ate her meals with him in the study room.

"An apology letter." He said and burned the letter before scattering it's ash to the wind.

"From who?" she asked curiously.

"From Amelia Bones." He replied nonchalantly "For her fuck up with Sirius Black."

Any other time Hermione might have chided him for his language but now she just looked sad.

"Oh I'm so sorry Harry."

"Don't be." He shook his head "It's not like I ever knew him. And now he's probably in a better place than the hellhole they call Azkaban."

Hermione looked unconvinced but didn't continue on this topic.

"Did you know that Ron and Draco are in the infirmary right now?" she suddenly asked.

"No. Their lives are not important enough for me to keep tabs on them."

"Harry" Hermione said exasperatedly, probably at the lack of care he showed toward people he didn't personally knew about. "Anyway, this is important so listen."

He shrugged and she took it as an affirmation and continued.

"Last night, Draco Malfoy and Ron Weasley were sent to Hagrid for detention."

"Let me guess the rest. Hagrid took the both of them to the forbidden forest and they suffered an accident there."

"That's surprisingly accurate… How do you know all of this?"

"Because last night I went to the Forbidden Forest and found a dark wizard feasting on a unicorn's blood. I stunned that person and before he could recover, I stole the unicorn's body and left." He replied nonchalantly "Now let me guess what happens next. The ginger and the ponce probably met this dark wizard and got cursed or something."

"…yeah. I don't exactly know all the details but apparently that how it happened."

"Are they going to die?" he asked, trying not to let his amusement show in his voice.

"No. Why would you think so?"

"Because that's what usually happens when you get cursed by dark wizards." He said, trying not to let his annoyance show.

The magical world was already overcrowded with stupid people. Two more stupid children didn't make it a better place.

"Why were two young children sent to the forbidden forest during night time anyway?" he asked, trying to understand the level of stupidity possessed by the staff members of Hogwarts.

"I… Wait? What were you doing with going to the forbidden forest and fighting a dark wizard. What would you have done if he had cursed you instead."

"Simple." He said with an innocent smile, which no doubt looked absolutely out of place in his face "I would asked you to kiss the pain away."

Hermione flustered at that "Harry. I'm trying to be serious here."

"So am I." He said with a smirk and she hit him in the shoulder lovingly for his trouble while shaking her head.

After they settled down once again Harry remembered something and turned to her.

"Hey Hermione. How would you like to join me on an adventure tonight?"

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"Harry. I don't think I like this adventure very much." She said from under the Invisibility as they broke into the library of one of Britain's best medical college.

"Oh come on Hermione. Don't tell me you're not excited about all these books just lying there, waiting for us to take them." He said in an innocent voice and she just knew that he was looking at her with that damnable smirk of his right now.

"Wait here." He said before she could enter the room and took out his wand from pocket and… did something with it. Since his magic was mostly focused on intent and will, there was not much need for an incantation of wand waving.

But for him to take out his wand must mean that had just performed some delicate magic.

"Now we can enter." He said and she removed the Invisibility cloak and followed after him.

"Harry. What do you do just now?" she asked curiously as he went about reading the subject names written on the shelves, in the darkness. She had no idea how he was able to read anything in such darkness. He was most likely using some kind of transfiguration to change his eye to look better in the darkness.

"Oh that. That was just me putting any electronic device in this room to… sleep, I guess would be correct term. We don't want any CCTV cameras to capture our presence here would we."

"And how did you do that?" she asked.

"I just put my intention behind the idea, pushed my will behind that intention and my magic did the rest. Just like always."

"But Harry, do you even know how your magic accomplished it. I mean, those devices can be put to sleep in thousand different methods. Your magic can probably change the CCTV cameras into ducks and that would still accomplish your task of making those devices useless. Or it might do some complex space time magic to stop it from recording your presence here. So do you know what your magic did?" she asked and he stopped what he was doing in order to stare at her.

"That… is a very good question Hermione. We'll do a few tests regarding this once we get back to Hogwarts. But for now, help me find the anatomical section. You know, the one that gives me the basic overview and knowledge of the organs, muscles and all the things that comprise of a human body without going into too much detail."

"But Harry… I can't see anything in this darkness. And using Lumos might alert the guards petrolling the campus outside of our presence."

He stopped his search once again in order to look at her and this time, he didn't say anything for a long moment. But just as his silence was beginning to unnerve her, he spoke.

"Hermione. Do you trust me?" he asked.

"Of course I do. What kind of silly question is that?"

"No. Let me change the question. Hermione, do you trust me enough to change a part of your body?"

Hermione gulped at that question as she suddenly realized what he meant.

He wanted to perform Human Transfiguration on her. To give her the eyesight so that she would be able to see in the dark just like him.

If this was any other person then she would have thought about all dangers that this kind of magic might pose to her.

But as it was Harry who had asked her this, she just give him confident smile and said "Of course silly. I trust you."

He must have liked her answer cause he gave her one of his rare genuine smile before giving her a nod and pointing his wand at her.

There was no wand waving, no incantation and definitely no sparks.

One moment, she couldn't see his face properly in the dark and the next moment she could.

She liked the simplicity with which he used magic.

Because that's how exactly it was supposed to be used.

She noticed that his pupil had enlarged to take over his whole eye and not even a slight bit of white of his eyes was visible.

In essence, his whole eye looked like a giant black hole which gave him an alien look and she wondered if her eyes looked the same as his right now.

They most likely did.

She ignored the unnerving feeling that thought gave her and they continued with their search in the huge library.

It didn't took them long to find the required section at which point Harry started to copy the books he needed while she made a list of everything he was copying and keeping those books back into their proper place.

It wouldn't do if people knew that someone had moved those books at night even if Harry was technically not really stealing anything from here.

But the process of duplicating a whole book was not short by any means and since she was not advanced enough to help him, Harry had to do most of the duplicating part himself.

Disclaimer- Harry Potter belongs to J.K Rowling.


Transmigration into Harry Potter world as Harry, hell yeah. There’s so much to explore in magic that other’s never did.

Dumbledrore?
Fuck him.

Canon Plot?
Fuck that too.

Voldemort?
Hmm… how to best make use of that dumb cunt who turned me into his living horcrux.

Ah… and there are a few girls in here that I always fancied so tagging them along is just a natural thing to do. Not too many. Just two or three would be best.

Now that I’m here, I’ll carve my own path for the future and if I fuck up everyone else’s life in the process. Who cares?



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Hmmm... 

Aimira held out her hand and created a ball of light at the tip of her fingers, lighting up the room enough for her to make out shapes in the distance. 

Dust particles floated around her orb of light showing how old and unused this room truly was. A thick layer of grime coated everything within the room, even the floor. It was so thick she could even see her footprints behind her. A musty smell invaded her nostrils, making her want to sneeze but held it in.

There were twelve pillars spread across the hall holding up the the ceiling, all covered with a thick layer of dust making it hard to tell what they were made from. A large stone coffin stood alone in the middle of the room, the only piece of furniture threw out the whole tomb. It was incredibly empty and felt hollow.

Weren't tombs suppose to be filled of treasures that the buried person had accumulated over their life time? Even if that someone didnt have much, there still had to be something for them to take with them to the other side.

This room was completely empty, too empty. Who would go as far as building a tomb and not leaving that someone as so much as a few copper coins for the afterlife?

It didnt seem to add up.

How disappointing.. She had really hoped for something alittle more interesting. Where was the challenge? Shouldn't there at least be some kind of beast she had to defeat? She wanted a fight! The only odd thing she could find would be what ever was inside the stone coffin. 

All of the adventure books she read said that their should at LEAST be a beast keeping guard, or at a few traps. How dare they lie to her!

Instead, all she found was a bunch of dust and empty space.

She slowly walked into the tomb, still on high alert in case of any sudden threats. The room was an erire silence, the only thing she could hear was the sound of her own steps as she walked toward the coffin in the middle of the room. 

The light she was generating at the tip of her fingers made her shadow dance across the marble walls behind her. She felt a cold chill travel down her spine as she got closer, making her heart flutter with anticipation. 

A thick layer of dust and grime incased the coffin. It appeared as if it had been here for centuries without the slightest sign of human interaction. What ever was inside couldn't be alive after being locked up for so long. She must be confusing what sounded like a heart beat with  something else.. Nothing could live so long without food, water, or even oxygen!

Small symbols were carved across the border of the coffin in a foreign language she wasn't familiar with. The symbols looked very similar to the writing in some of her older spell books, but wasn't a close enough match to be able to read. The words were similar, but she couldn't make out what it said exactly. 

There was one symbol that looked like the word 'demon' in her language, and another that looked like 'bounded'. If something was bound here. then maybe its a sealing spell,  or a some kind a barrier? Why would someone go to the effort of sealing a bunch of useless bones in the first place?

From everything she had seen and gathered, things were clearly not as simple as they seemed. What ever was in that coffin was most likely sealed in when it was still alive. The magician that made this tomb put in alot of effort to trap what ever was inside. What a cruel fate. 

Her heart went out to the pitiful bones in the coffin. She was no stranger to imprisonment, so she felt she could understand what it might of gone threw. At least she had enough freedom to roam her tower, and had plenty of books to keep her occupied. This poor creature died with nothing else but the view of the coffins lid. She would of lost her mind in a situation like that.

"How scared you must of been... In your next life, I hope you are reborn as a bird, and fly as free as your heart desire." A sad expression come over her pretty face, and her big almond shaped eyes filled with pity. 

She gently glided her hand over the coffins lid, brushing off a thick layer of dust as it went. After split a second, a sudden sharp pain traveled up threw her arm and into her shoulder, catching her by suprise. He body jurked back from the sudden pain and she subconsciously took a few steps back.

 A brief moment of panic made her mind clouded, and all she could focus on was the almost overwhelming pain she felt in her arm.

Ouch! It really hurt! It felt like a million little ants crawled their way under her skin and started to ruthlessly naw at her flesh and bones. 

Her face soured and she clenched her jaw in frustration. Just as she was about to cast a protective spell on her self, the pain suddenly vanished as if it never happened at all. 

Confusion was showing vividly in her eyes as she looked down at her now comfortable feeling arm. Her concerned thoughts were suddenly  interrupted by a strange noise.

She heard a soft scratching noise coming from within the coffin, like something trying to claw it's way out. The scratching gradually turned louder and then to intense pounding. Whatever was inside was hitting the lid of the coffin with force. With each hard hit the lid took, cracks would appear and spread out over the lid. 

Finally, when the lid could no longer handle such abuse, large bits of marble flew from the coffin. A large cloud of dust flew into the air from the burst, burning her eyes from the sudden invasion.

She once again too several steps back, this time for defense. Once she was an appropriate distance away, she put both hands infront of her in fighting stance. She drew magic into the palms of her hands, ready to strike at any second.

What in the heavens name was going on? Even if there was something inside, there's no way it could be still alive after being locked up for all these years! 

If it didnt starveor suffocate to death, at least old age would of took care of it! How was it possible for it  be alive? Was it this strange place of magic that kept it alive all this time? The pulse she felt earlier must of truly been from this monster after all. After all that she's seen, there's no mistaking it any longer!

With one last punch from the unknown source, the entirety of the coffins lid was shattered. The heavy marble material was completely destroyed and blown away like it was sand. Dust stired up again, but the faint silhouette of a person sitting up could be vaguely seen threw it.

When the dust finally did settled, she saw something that even years later she could hardly believe was true.

Here magic can make the impossible possible, and even the craziest of dreams into reality. Magic can even allow someone to your nothing but will power to will something into existence. 

Amiria is the only daughter of the King of Lou. A prosperous kingdom that makes it wealth by invading other kingdoms and stealing their land and resources for themselves. 

The king is a selfish cowardly man, who locked up his only daughter in to tower allowing her to never be free of those walls. 

The only way she could see the outside world was threw using a magic sparrow that she could see and speak threw. Magic came easy to her, even without the help of a teacher. All that she knew was reading from old books, and simple trial and error. 

Once she had finally built up enough magical power after cultivating for the last seventeen years, she was ready to make her grand escape and take her revenge while she was at it.

Freedom didn't come easy, the world was full of people and things that continuously catch her by surprise. Like a certain demon man that wont seem to leave her alone.

Will she be able to grow strong and take back her Kindomd from her father? Or will her challenges prove too much for her to bear? Will she be able to kill those that threaten her and her loved ones and keep her adopted son safe.? 

The adventure begins.


*Disclosure- I do not in any shape or form own the art used for the cover photo. The credit goes to it wonderful and talented  creator. *

I was looking at the wannabe wizards, at least that was what they appear to be, or mages, so that they summon us to this place, and from the books I read they need magic energy to make that happen, while they whisper between them I made some mental notes.

It's probably that I was some sort of summoned hero, I've read novels and comics about the isekai genre, and the people summoned had amazing powers, maybe I could use some of that, and saving the world from demise or something like that, I was starting to imagine the adventures I could have, but right now my priority is to find Clara, she's eak and fragile, I need to find her as soon as I can, they must know where is she.

-So... Tell me where is she- I said angrily

-We're sorry Yusha...- began to say one man

-My name is Elliot- I interrumpted the man

-We're sorry... Elliot, we do not know, we made an individual summon, in the arcane writtings it was never mentioned a double summoning, she must be still in your world and only you came to Mithirl country-

-Woah wait! Mithril country? Do you have this metal in existence?... No no no focus! - I said to myself -No! She was in the circle, the circle absorbed her first and then I jump after - just as I said this all of they became restless

-Ju...Jump? did you jump to the summoning circle? no... no... it can't... - he face down and he fell to his knees, and I saw his hair was a dark blue

-Boy! you should have the strength of a dragon slayer, and the resistance of a scarlet wyvern you should be able to crush rocks, boy... hit the floor now! - a green haired old man shout

If I was really a summoned hero, I wouldn't mind to save this world but I need my fiancee by my side, resistance and abnormal strength... I smiled and breathing became agitated... Me? A hero? beasts, monsters, bandits, leveling up, magic, I could use all of that, I crouched and put one knee in the floor, and with full force hit the floor.

Pain shot instantly to my hand and blood came out of the knuckles, I jumped with crying eyes and moving my hand, at the same time two windows appeared in front of me.

'Resistance to blunt hits acquired, level 1, exp 22%'
'Rock crusher, passive technique acquired, level 1, exp 1%'

Almost all of them fell to their knees while cursing, only the purple and a young lad with orange hair, were standing.

-Yusha Elliot, you don't have any kind of power that the arcane writtings describe, you're a Fraud!- the orange lad pointed at me

-A fraud?, you're the ones summoning people without their consent and hoping to salvation from a stranger, I only have this popping windows, I am not at fault here - I was angry for this attitude

-Well... maybe and just maybe... this girl you claim to know Clara, took all the powers, maybe she has the resistance and strength power ups, that the arcane writtings talk about, it must be that your friend is safe and if you find her you both could help us save our world from the "Great Calamity" - purple said

-First of all, what are your names? I can't keep calling you in my head with your hair colors, also why so many colors?, anyway, you purple, you said she could be safe? so it's not here? -

-My name is Ivy - said purple

-And I am Sandar - said orange

The ones in the floor also said their names - Cafer, Roin, Blas, irao, Rimbick, Derwal, Petif, Boris, Zii, Wendel -

- If she has the hero powers, she must be safe and I promise on my title of royal priestess I will help you find her, but promise us to help us in the Great Calamity when you find her, we use all our arcane magic and finding more wizards with the arcane energy is out of the question, we can't summon anyone else - vivy was almost crying when she said this

I turn my back to them, a smile formed in me, I will help them that's a given, an epic adventure, missions, ranking up, it was all the alternate world stuff I dream about, Clara must be safe, I was glad she took all the powers, I can grow stronger, but she must be safe, it's better this way.

I close my eyes and look at them. - I need weapons, something to make me learn magic, and some money, there is a world to save and a damsel in distress - I said while I could see all the insecurity in their eyes...

Both were transported to another world, but they found themselves in different places. The God's demand blood offerings, and a war is approaching. What would you do to be with her again? What would you do to be with him again? Follow the tracks of both as they challenge the worlds they were thrown at.

Everyone remained in the deck until Trade City and the rest of the continent disappeared on the distance. 
Even fishing boats didn't go that far, so they were entering an unknown territory for all them.
Everyone held expectations about the travel, but they didn't plan to remain in the deck forever since at that moment there was only water by all sides and it seemed that it would remain like that for some time.
Yale was lost in his thoughts, so he remained there even when the others left; the only others who remained were Wyba who was on Yale's head and Mercer who was still looking to the ocean with an excited face.
After some minutes, Mercer stopped looking towards the ocean and looked towards his master.
"Master, this is awesome!"
Yale turned his head towards Mercer and smiled.
"Oh, so do you like traveling through the sea?"
Mercer nodded his head quickly.
"I like it a lot! This is my first time in a ship, but I read a lot about them this last year, so I can't believe that I am currently experiencing it myself."
Yale was quite surprised that Mercer had read books that year, but it wasn't like if Mercer had much more options.
Mercer quickly reached the peak of the Mortal Rank, and even his swordsmanship couldn't improve more until reaching the Apprentice Rank, so he ended up spending time reading books and expanding his knowledge because, given his previous status in the clan, he had never been able to access to a huge number of books.
Aizu tried to teach him some magic at that time, but Mercer wasn't too interested in long-distance battles with magic and didn't seem to have too much talent on it either, so even though he learned the basics, he didn't work too much on them. 
As for healing, Aizu tried to teach him, but Mercer had no talent in healing magic, so she stopped trying to teach him since healing magic was difficult to learn without enough talent.
Yale started to speak with Mercer and found that Mercer had read some of his favorite books. That made that Yale increased his evaluation of Mercer since it was hard to meet someone with the same literary tastes.
"You truly deserve to be my disciple; you have a great taste in books."
Yale was very pleased with Mercer, but the same applied to Mercer, he was glad about having a master that wasn't only extremely powerful, but also had a great taste to choose books to read.
"Master, do you think that one day I will be able to have my own ship and experience being a captain?"
It wasn't only that they read the same books, even both had the same thoughts about being the captain of a ship when they had read a specific saga of books.
"Of course, you are still too young, but you are my disciple, so I am sure that one day no one will be able to stop you if you wanted to adventure in the seas with your own ship in the future."
Yale knew that Mercer would probably forget about that soon because it wasn't a serious dream, but he spoke sincerely because as long as one was strong enough, something like traveling across the sea wasn't that difficult.
After thinking a bit, Yale continued speaking.
"How about if I teach you Water Magic? In a place filled with water like the ocean, it is a must."
Water was the normal element in which Yale excelled the most since the day he obtained the Frost Wolf Bloodline for the first time, so he thought that it would be good teaching it to Mercer who hadn't trained magic too much.
"Water Magic? I like to learn everything that master wants to teach me, but I learned a bit of magic from big sister Aizu before, and that battle-style didn't seem to suit me..."
Mercer really felt that casting spells didn't suit his personality. He trained both paths, so he had the capability to learn magic, but casting long spells to create a huge attack was something he felt too boring.
"Well, if Aizu taught you, I suppose that you have a very shallow idea of casting magic. Although she trains both paths, she had been always more a pure mage than a warrior. The magic I will teach you isn't focused on that kind of long and tedious spells."
Yale also didn't like spells that needed a lot of time to be cast, and he knew that wasting time in those spells wasn't too useful because controlling the laws it was possible to achieve similar effects without wasting so much time casting it.
Of course, not everyone could train as fast as Yale had trained, so for most of them, those long spells were the only way to use devastating spells in their lives.
"A different kind of magic?"
Mercer couldn't imagine a magic that wasn't classical about reciting a spell that would cast a powerful attack.
Before speaking more, Yale created a Frost Claw on his right hand.
"This is called Combined Skill; it combines magic and Inner Qi obtaining the strong points of both of them. Once you learn Water Magic, you will be able to also learn Combined Skills related to the water element like this one."
Although Frost Claw was a skill obtained from a bloodline, it wasn't impossible for Yale to teach it to others with his current experience using it.
"However, you need to start by controlling well normal water spells. You only need to dominate the basics; there is no need to learn any long spell."
After saying those words, Yale modified the Frost Claw turning it into an Ice Sword. 
"You can see that the Water Element in very versatile once you learn to change its state from solid to liquid."
Mercer didn't like magic spells before, but after seeing Yale using combined skills based on the water element, he immediately wanted to learn.
Yale had used his Divine Life Eyes to check Mercer's abilities, and he found that Mercer had a perfect grade talent in the water element. He also had some talent in other elements but at most reached the low grade in them, so Yale didn't plan to make Mercer focus on them because that would be a waste of time.
Of course, Mercer also had a perfect grade talent in swordsmanship due to his bloodline, but Mercer couldn't improve more for the time being without advancing. Moreover, even if Yale were to show a bit of Sword Essence to him, the enlightenment had high chances of making him advance forcefully, which would be against Mercer's desires of growing more before advancing.
Mercer was only eleven, and although his body looked like twelve because he had eaten some natural resources in the year that Yale had been in slumber, Yale could understand that Mercer didn't want to remain with that childish appearance after growing up like happened to Lar.
"Master, I want to learn that, this is too awesome!"
Yale smiled after seeing that Mercer was eager to learn. Yale had neglected Mercer too much in the past because the circumstances weren't suitable for sitting down and teach a disciple, but at that moment he planned to teach him well.
"Very well. Let's start with the Water Ball, it is a very basic spell, but it will act as a foundation for later."
When Mercer heard the name Water Ball something else came to his mind.
"Is that similar to the Fire Ball? Big sister Aizu taught me that one, but it is extremely difficult, I barely managed to create a small Fire Ball after much effort."
Since Aizu excelled in the fire element, she tried to teach Mercer spells of that element, but Mercer's talent in the fire element was at the lowest grade, so Mercer felt it extremely difficult to learn.
"The principles behind are similar. However, you will find the Water Ball much easier to train. You have an incredible talent in the water element, but your talent in the fire element is almost inexistent."
Mercer didn't know about his talents because no one tested them before, but he didn't doubt that Yale could see through him with only a look.
"So, that was the reason."
Mercer muttered that before he started to listen to Yale's teachings.
After fifteen minutes, Mercer had managed to create a small Water Ball.
"Incredible, the size is the double of the Fire Ball I made that time, but I needed more than a month to reach that level."
Although part of Mercer's improvement on speed was that both spells were similar, that quick speed was mostly because of his talent.
"I already told you that you have a great talent in the water element. Let's continue, that size might impress you, but it is still too small."
Mercer nodded and continued training his Water Ball. Before he felt that training magic was far too boring, but after being able to see the improvements in Water Ball quickly, he started to like it.
Yale was very pleased with Mercer's diligence once he started to train and the speed of his training was also very good. Of course, being in the ocean made training the water element easier than on a place without almost any water, but Mercer's improvement was mainly for his talent and hard work rather than just the environmental enhancement.

In a universe where the great experts can reincarnate, Yale Roanmad reincarnated with almost no memories of his past life and didn't know who he was.

Despite the problem with his memories, Yale had obtained a strange legacy from his own past life the Last Wish System.

Yale, who remembered the pain of dying, decided to turn strong to avoid suffering the same pain again. Moreover, he also decided to investigate his own past life to remember who he was.

However, he didn't know that a Mysterious Expert, who knew a lot about him and his past life, was looking at him from the shadows.
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The fat boy who was looking around looked at me, and when he was about to open his mouth.

"Nevi your head looks like a bell KKK," the girl said, as she was almost falling on the floor with so much laughter.

This girl is a little strange because she's laughing? Time passed and I met these two a little, the crazy girl called Zoé Finch and the fat boy is Elliot Finch. Zoé Finch was only 8 years old, a year younger than me. Her hair is short with small locks with pink ribbons on each side of the head. She is extremely active since she arrived I have not seen her stopped anywhere for more than 10 seconds.

Elliot Finch has unkempt hair that follows a pattern that looks extremely cool. It's the same age as me and has a strange fascination for pork recipes. During the time I spoke with him I learned 15 different recipes for pork.

We played some random pranks until they were gone, I did not like Zoë because she kept knocking on my head and talking about a bell, Elliot is cool, but he only talks about food.

Finally, after they left I was able to return to my adventure. Always when I'm not being tortured by my grandmother, I mean being trained. I'm looking for some books that are leaning against or hiding in places in the house. To tell you the truth I like the sensation of looking for them more than read them. This house is very old and I know that there are many secret passages and hidden secrets, I know because I have found some myself. During one of my adventures, I found a book full of images of poor women who did not even have clothes to wear. I've seen beggars asking for money to eat, more it was the first time I saw beggars who did not even have clothes to wear.

Plus there's a mysterious book that makes me very intrigued. I have seen this book in several different places, but strangely it has never been in the same place for a long time. And always when I get close to him he disappears. I already told my grandmother, but she did not believe me. So I decided to pick it up myself.

Today the Book is there again, this is a great chance. I'm in a big library at my house, so there are bookcases everywhere. I always think sinister this room of the house, it is dark full of dust and it seems that it was a vampire that decorated. Sometimes I get the impression that this library is bigger than the whole house. Maybe my grandmother cast a spell to make the room bigger.

The bookshelves are made of old wood, so old that sometimes I think it was my grandmother who planted the trees to make them. Some bookshelves are made of dark wood, others are light wood. On most bookshelves, I can not take out any books. I do not know why it's like it stuck.

I walked slowly toward the bookcase. This bookcase is special. It has a gilded wood with strange drawings on the wood, and it is the only bookshelf I can get the books off. Already read some of these books for curiosity, but are so boring. who will want to know the life story of an old man? This old man must have been too narcissistic to write so many books about himself.

Arriving at the foot of the large bookcase, I looked up. And there at the top, in the last row of books, I could see the book I was looking for. The cover of the book is dark green, with golden lines in its contour. the saying goes, curiosity killed the cat. But I'm not a cat. Then I scaled the bookshelf slowly so as not to alarm the book.

I was getting close, I was missing so little. I do not know why I ended up looking down, but when I saw it was so loud I grabbed the bookcase hard. The closer I was to the book, the more I wanted to know what was inside it.

Generally, I'm not very curious, I am only like this when I find something that intrigues me a lot. Suddenly, I hear a popping sound. I looked around and did not see what could have made that sound. There were only books everywhere. Maybe it's rats? Hope not. I do not like rats, especially those with red eyes. I always think if you look into his eyes I can end up in an illusion.

Looking back at the book, I give a slight sigh because it is still there. I gathered all the courage I have and started climbing again. But a loud sound scared me once more, I feel the support of my feet gives in. With a cry, I try to support my body with my hands only, but the support also breaks. When I fall I have not had time to react, to fall on top of many books and broken wood and soon afterward many books will fall on me.

I strove to push the books that covered me when I put my head out, and with a frightened look, I looked around. The corner of my head was bleeding a little, but I had not realized it yet. My heart was beating very fast and my body was aching everywhere. At that moment I had completely forgotten the mysterious book, I was more concerned with hiding all this from my grandmother, but there was no way I could hide it. So let's go to Plan B, deny everything. I've never been here, it has nothing to do with me. Then I ran to get the books off me, pushing as fast as I could.

When I got out of the pile of debris and books, I looked where the bookcase was. Only the wood that held the books broke, the main structure was still there. Lucky me, because if it had fallen over me I might have broken some bone.

Turning to leave, I see through the corner of my eye a dark green book cover with golden outlines, but what caught my attention was that it was splattered with blood. Looking around quickly I saw that many books were the same way. I felt cold in my belly. I was hurt.

Looking down, I saw that on the left side of my belly just above the waist, there was a broken piece of wood that was puncturing me, the blood was coming out a lot. When I saw that, the pain came with everything. I screamed for the person I trusted the most.

"Grandma," I screamed with all my might.

In a tea room, Augusta Longbottom was quietly enjoying her tea and reading the Daily Prophet, when a shout took her out of her tranquility.

"Grandma,"

Augusta felt the desperation in that cry so she quickly picked up her wand and goes to her rescue.

I lay there, lying between those books, the pain that was felt was horrible. It was the first time I felt so much pain. I thought curiosity only killed the cat, I did not know it could kill me too.

"Neville" I heard my grandmother calling me, more seemed so far away, when she came near me I had already passed out.

Augusta saw all the blood wrapped around her grandson, and all those books on the floor, she already had an idea of ​​what had happened. Augusta went to help her grandson, making a gesture with her hand ordering a domestic elf to clean up the mess. But a few feet away, she did not notice a dark green book, which was emitting a slight glow, and which was disappearing.

I live in a magical world, I'm from a wizarding family. But I am a failure in magic. Everyone doubts me, everyone laughs behind my back. But I will continue on my way and save my parents from their torment. But in a magical world full of unknown dangers will not be so easy.

But a strange book can change everything.


This is a work of fiction that draws heavily upon the original source material of Harry Potter(JK Rowling). Please support the official release and know I claim no ownership or credit regarding the existence of pre-existing characters or content. The cover image is also not mine.

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