Chapter 2

### Chapter 2

The child, Albert Black, spoke to himself.

What surprised me the most is that today is the day my family was killed, yet it's also the day of my rebirth. After opening my eyes, I saw an angel.

On July 31, 1980, the same day the new child of the Black family was born, Albert was reincarnated.

Just after opening his eyes, he saw an angel quickly circling him, smiling.

The Angel: "Oh, welcome, Johnny."

Johnny, the child: "Huh? Didn't I die? What's happening to me? And who are you?"

The Angel: "Well, first, my name is Gabriel, and I'm tasked with giving second chances to good people. You were a kind young man, but unfortunately, you died by mistake. So, I've given you a new opportunity, and I'll also grant you a special gift that will help you in your new life."

Johnny: "Wait, wait, wait!! Are you saying that I died but was reborn? Does that mean I'll never see my mom and dad again?"

The Angel: "Yes."

Johnny: "Oh my God!! Okay, you said I've been reborn in another world. What is this world?"

The Angel: "The world of Harry Potter!"

Johnny: "What?? No way! Impossible! That world has a terrifyingly high death rate, especially if you're in Voldemort's era! Is it possible to change worlds and send me somewhere else?"

The Angel: "Trust me, there are far more dangerous places. Also, fate brought you here, and fate cannot be changed. I know this world has its dangers, so I'm giving you a gift. You'll have an extraordinary talent that will allow you to protect yourself and quickly develop your strength."

Johnny, the child: "Okay, that sounds good. But what is this talent? Is it that I can easily perform magic?"

The Angel: "Well, yes. This talent will allow you to master most spells on your first attempt, making them much easier to learn than for others. For example, if it takes another wizard four days to master a spell, you'll learn it in just a few hours. You'll also have a large reserve of magic, so you won't have to worry about running out of magic during a fight."

Johnny, the child: "Okay, that's great. But how does this talent work? Is it like performing magic easily?"

The Angel: "Yes, exactly. This talent will let you perform most spells on your first try, meaning you'll master them much faster than others. For example, if a wizard needs four days to learn a spell, you'll learn it in just a few hours. Plus, you'll have a vast amount of magic, so you won't run out during battles. Well, I must go now; my superior is calling me. Close your eyes to receive the gift."

Johnny closed his eyes, feeling a hidden hand on his forehead. It was a wonderful feeling because, after the touch, a warm sensation flowed through his entire body.

Melinda: "Quick, take my son and run! Hurry!"

As Regulus grabbed the child, Johnny felt a green light emanating from Regulus's hands and entering his body. Johnny saw this light but Regulus did not, so he wasn't surprised. However, Johnny thought, "Don't tell me that the light that just entered my body from my uncle is part of Voldemort's soul, and he's trying to make me a Horcrux!"

A Horcrux is an object in which a dark wizard has hidden a fragment of his soul, ensuring that he can return to life even if his physical body is destroyed.

Johnny: "Damn, does this mean that in the end, I have to die so Voldemort can die? Or if Voldemort dies, it might affect that part of his soul inside me. Damn, damn this luck I have! Not even half a minute into my reincarnation, and this happens!"

Back to the present…

Sirius: "Oh my God, all of this happened just two days after I was imprisoned?"

Regulus: "Yes, and the child was named Albert by Melinda."

Sirius: "Okay, let me see the child."

Regulus handed the baby to his older brother, Sirius, who held the child, trembling.

Sirius looked at the baby, who was smiling and laughing.

Albert, the child, thought, "I should act like a normal baby so as not to arouse suspicion."

Sirius noticed that the child resembled him greatly, even his nose looked just like his mother Melinda's.

Regulus: "I came here to give you your son to raise because Voldemort will likely send his Death Eaters to kill me for betraying him, and also to kill your son mentioned in the prophecy."

Sirius: "Damn, I didn't want my only child to live this miserable life in this prison. You should run and hide so Voldemort doesn't catch you."

Regulus: "Okay, goodbye."

Regulus turned and left. A minute later, he reached the prison gate and took out a green pendant from his pocket.

Regulus: "Alright, you want to kill me, but first, I'll destroy one of the Horcruxes..."

Regulus then left Azkaban prison, marking this as the last time he would meet his brother.

Sirius unwrapped the blanket around Albert to ensure nothing had harmed his son. He sighed in relief, thankful that Voldemort had not hurt his child. However, if he had known that part of Voldemort's soul was residing in his son's body, he would have gone mad.

Sirius: "Alright, I'll find a way for us to escape from this place, but if we flee, Voldemort and his followers will find us."

Sirius felt conflicted about what to do. Should he escape with his son, knowing that they could never truly hide from Voldemort and his Death Eaters? Or should he stay here and rot away with his son?

Sirius: "I'll stay here with you until I teach you magic, my boy. I'll make you strong so you can protect yourself and your friends, okay?"

The child smiled brightly after being comforted by his father.

Sirius also smiled after seeing his son's joy, but as the atmosphere filled with happiness, a Dementor, the prison guard, appeared, hovering around Sirius's cell. It sensed another presence in the cell.

Seeing the Dementor approaching, Sirius hid his son behind him to prevent the prison guard from seeing him.

The Dementor stood before Sirius, sucking the happiness out of him.

Sirius stood motionless, writhing in pain as the Dementor drained his energy.

If Sirius had his wand, he would have cast the Patronus Charm, a spell that summons a protector to ward off the Dementor. But at this moment, Sirius didn't have his wand, as it had been confiscated by the prison authorities.

Sirius was on the brink of death when a bright light suddenly burst from the child's stomach, forming the shape of a panther that leaped into the air, killing the Dementor that had attacked Sirius and was draining his happiness.

Sirius collapsed, gasping for breath, as he had nearly died from the Dementor's attack. He turned to his right and saw that the light, shaped like a panther, had emerged from his son's body.

Sirius: "Impossible! My son hasn't even been alive for half a year, and he has magic? Oh my God, what a miracle just happened?"

Eleven years later, cell number 152 was filled with noise as someone ran around inside, pointing their fingers to transform a stone from the cell wall into a pen and paper.

The person who had transformed the stone was Albert Black.

Albert Black: "Father! You said today is August 18, 1991. But why are you insisting that I escape from this place alone, without you?"

Sirius: "Well, son, I've taught you everything I know. If I escape with you, I'll only bring you trouble. Everyone outside believes I was the one who told Voldemort the location of my friends so he could kill them."

Albert Black: "But Father, you weren't the one responsible; it was Peter."

Sirius: "Yes, son, but the Ministry of Magic won't believe me. So until I find proof of my innocence, we'll meet again. Agreed?"

Albert: "Yes, Father."

Sirius: "Alright, show me what you've learned from me. Go ahead."

Albert raised his hand and said, "Mancheato."

The pen and paper transformed back into a stone.

After the stone reverted to its original form, Albert took it and said, "Wingardium Leviosa."

The stone floated quietly and smoothly into the air, showing that Albert had no trouble at all.

While the stone was hovering, Albert pointed his finger at it and said, "Immobulus."

The stone froze in mid-air, completely still.

Finally, Albert lowered the stone to his height and said, "Evanesco," making the stone disappear from sight, unseen by either Sirius or Albert.

Sirius smiled at his son's work, proud of him.

Sirius placed his hand on Albert's head as a sign of his joy.

Sirius: "For a long time, I never imagined my son would have this incredible talent, being able to cast spells without a wand—something even your father couldn't do."

Albert: "Haha, thank you, Father. It's all thanks to you."

Sirius smiled and said, "Alright, the spells I taught you, some of them are dangerous. Only use them if you encounter a truly evil person. Agreed?"

Albert: "Yes, Dad."

Sirius: "Good, now, it's time to transform into your animal form to escape from here."

Just before Albert transformed, Sirius stopped him, saying, "Wait, I almost forgot. First, you need to cast the Alohomora spell to unlock the cell door and escape. You need to cast Alohomora first, and then quickly transform into your Animagus form. Got it?"

Albert: "Yes, Dad."

Albert approached the cell door, raising his hand towards it. But before he cast the spell, he turned around and hugged his father tightly.

Albert: "Dad! Promise me that once you find the evidence, you'll escape from this place. Okay?"

Sirius was surprised by Albert's sudden hug, but he hugged him back and said, "Yes, my son. Don't worry about anything. I promise I'll get out of here. Once you're out, head to our home, the one I told you about."

Albert: "Okay, Dad."

Then, Albert stood in front of the cell door, pointing his hand at it.

Albert: "Alohomora."

A light emerged from Albert's index finger, wrapping around the door and unlocking it swiftly.

Sirius: "Go now, son!"

Albert quickly exited the cell, transforming into an owl and flying up through the prison of Azkaban, escaping through the top. The main roof of Azkaban wasn't sealed, so any wizard with a bird Animagus form could escape, just like Albert did.

Sirius closed the cell door quickly to avoid detection by the Dementors.

Luckily, just after Sirius shut the door, two Dementor guards arrived at his cell door. Not noticing anything unusual, they returned to their duties.

Sirius: "Good luck, my son."