Chapter 8

It's strange.

Waking up with a soul being implanted on top of your own.

But somehow, most likely because I'm now in this body, I'm fine with it.

My name is Adrian Wilbur, or at least... It was.

My new name, is Sirius Charlus Potter.

The Son of Lily and James Potter

I guess I'm also he son of Erza, the Goddess of Creation.

I looked beside me, to the other side of the small bed me and my brother were forced to share.

Harry's sleeping figure turned over and looked up at me, his eyes glazed over with sleep.

"Hmm, Sirius... Why are you awake?" he asked.

I shook my head

"Its nothing Harry, just a bad dream, go back to sleep, if the Dursley's hear us, we'll be going back in the cupboard" I said, reassuring him that I was fine.

Harry nodded weakly and drifted back off to sleep.

I smiled wryly, looking at Harry's scar.

I raised my hand and touched my forehead, tracing the lightning bolt shaped scar, exactly the same as Harry's.

I didn't want to have to die at the end of the plot, so it was for the best that harry did it, I would just be dragged out I this world and forced to separate with the new half of me that was now connected to my soul.

'Sirius Charlus Potter, I will take care of your brother for you while you sleep within me, in the end, he will be fine, you have my word...'

As if answering me, I felt tears well up within me as a slight tinge of my heart gave a feeling of gratefulness in my mind. Having fused with me, Sirius knew what was to come, and he seemed to agree that it would be best that I handle it, he wouldn't remember me when this trip was over, but he would still grow and mature as I did. He would experience all the things I did, because we are the same... At least for now.

A way of thinking about it, was that I was like an auto-pilot on a plane.

This thought made me mentally chuckle.

But as this bodies physical exhaustion was still prevalent, I had no time to dwell on the funny thought, as I quickly laid down and fell to sleep.

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I awoke soon after falling asleep, my exhaustion was all but gone.

I heard someone walking up the stairs and quickly woke Harry up, as we started to get ready for the day.

As the door opened, revealing a still tired Vernon Dursley, he looked at each of us with hatred in his eyes, but he was too tired to talk. He simple ordered us to hurry up so we could finish cooking breakfast and left.

As Harry and I went down the stairs, I took a quick peak at the calendar.

My suspicions were confirmed.

Today was the exact date of Dudley's Birthday.

The same birthday that would have cause harry a little bit of grief in the original plot.

But this was an AU, I was here, here was no telling what would happen.

This was the same as most of the plot.

I didn't know what would have changed, but with the help of S.I.S, I knew that the events of the plot would switch between the two of us.

Sometimes it would be Harry, sometimes it would be me.

But all the time, would the results affect both of us.

We had the nickname: 'The Boys Who Lived'

And it woud" follow us for the rest of our lives, I probably wouldn't stay here in tho world for the whole duration of the trip, is stay here till I was confident I had grown and learnt enough.

I also had a few things I wanted to try.

My Knowledge-based Creation Ability would work of anything I understood.

Does that include magic.

Could I emulate wandless magic or perhaps make my own version of it that's much more powerful.

If could the possibilities would be endless.

I couldn't be disarmed.

I couldn't have my wand broken because I wouldn't need one.

As in the event that I was expelled from Hogwarts, they couldn't stop me from doing magic outside in the muggle world.

But that begs another question.

The trance, the thing that makes it impossible to do magic without getting noticed by the Ministry of Magic.

Could I circumvent that and use magic while outside in the muggle world.

I'd have to test it at a later date, but if it works, the meaning behind that would be astronomically helpful.

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As I entered the kitchen before harry, I was the one told to start on the bacon while Harry was in charge of washing the dishes.

I didn't mind doing chores, hell it was a welcome gift to be able to do something for a change, instead of having a maid do it, but the way that they made me and Harry do everything like little slaves, I understood what the maid back on earth felt like when father would order them around and not even say 'thank you' to them.

Pushing the thought of him and my old life away, I continued to cook.

Despite the thankless job, I actually enjoyed cooking, it was calming.

I had taken Hospitality in High School and I had enjoyed it quite a bit.

While I was cooking I asked S.I.S to bring up my Status for this world.

If I was going to become more powerful, or at the very least, unlock another Creation Ability, I woulneed to know how this world measured power and skill.

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Name: Sirius Charlus Potter (Adrian Wilbur)

Age: 10 (19)

Magic Power: 25

Magic Speed: 25

Magic Control: 50

{Overall Magic: 100}

Skills: N/A

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