Bubbly baby boy

Becoming conscious in the womb wasn't nearly as horrifying as being born was, it was practically chill. It was much like floating around in a warm comfortable hug. Getting rejected from that space was a nightmare the compression, the pulling, the cold sterile air on my skin. I got to say I didn't cry this much when the shark was eating me. All of my emotions felt raw - stronger than normal and completely out of control. I was caught up in the shock of the moment, it was practically a normal birth.

After I screamed myself out with a tiny flashback to drowning when the fluid was rejected from my lungs, I was surprised to be able to see and with outstanding clarity. I looked around the room seeing a doctor two nurses and what could only be my father and mother by the cutting of that umbilical cord. While I didn't have complete control over my body I was surprised with the amount I could move my head. 'Damn Aquaman physique is good stuff.'

After I quieted down I could hear the conversations that we're going on in the room and outside of it in the hall. I nearly felt overwhelmed by all the sound. For a moment my intelligence wish must have helped with adapting to the noise because shortly after I became silent I heard my mother say in a British accent "Tom, he is so beautiful!" My mother looked like Nicole Kidman and she held me in a gentle embrace.

My father, who looked like Temuera Morrison, wearing an old fashioned suit with a robe over it, said "He is Atlanna, what should we name him?"

"Arthur Ryan Curry." My mom said making me smile because I had kept a part of my name from my past life. Conversation kept up while I focused inward on myself trying to see if I could tell what was different about my new body, besides the obvious size issues. 'Everything feels more intense - if I focus on one sense too much it quickly becomes overwhelming.' My senses felt like it exploded in strength - my eyesight, especially, was so sharp it felt like I had the zoom ability of a hawk. It was bright in the room but I felt I could see perfectly in every shadow nothing was even remotely lower in clarity.

'Its too dry in here... That was a weird thought'. I figured there was a minimum humidity that made me feel the most comfortable. My new parents were tired, I could tell, and my mom decided she needed a nap so my father sat in a chair near her bed holding me with one arm and her hand with his other.

He was clearly too excited to rest and decided to whisper happy things to me. "One day Arthur, you will be a wizard and we will be able to fly the skies on a broom together. We will go on all sorts of adventures and I'll teach you about different beasties, magical and mundane." I listened with rapt attention wanting to hear anything he had to say about my new world. "Now there are some mean people out there but don't you worry: great beautiful, happy things can come out of conflict. If there wasn't some dark wizard out there preaching about blood supremacy, I wouldn't have ever come to England and met your amazing mother. We can't have that kind of talk spread across the pond again. I'm here to fight for your future so don't you worry, little one."

From the sound of it my father was from America and came over here specifically to stop Voldemort and his little Nazis. He doesn't look rich, I definitely don't think he's pure blood likely a muggle-born from America. I wonder if my mother is a magical or not. I looked to the wall and saw a clock nearly at midnight and decided I should rest as well and fell asleep in my dad's embrace.

When I woke my parents were getting ready to leave the hospital I was born in from what I could hear in the hallways this was a muggle Hospital. I could hear EKGs and different sorts of technology, as well as the fact that the lights on the ceiling were fluorescent instead of floating candles or torches lighting our way. I guess it must have been more discreet to have a kid outside of the Wizard World if you're hiding from you-know-who.

We left the hospital and in the parking area my dad unlocked and opened the door for my mother on a 1980 Oldsmobile Cutlass that was a nice black color. I guess baby seats and seat belt were not a big deal in this day in age because we just rolled right out of there, me in my mother's arms. I could tell I was far more intelligent than I used to be. Every street sign, the amount of turns that we took, the distance that we went, the number of Street lamps we passed, I unconsciously noticed and remembered it all.

I could tell we were driving closer to the coast immediately, I could smell the salt and sea in the air. I noticed a sign saying that we were now in Brighton. The coastal smell was strong and the smog that had been ever-present since we left the hospital had cleared up. We eventually pulled up to a coastal road and followed it to a quaint lighthouse. I was immediately worried because there was no fidelius charm that I could tell unless because my mother knew the secret and therefore I did too.

The lighthouse itself did not seem too magical, and my parents walked in without even unlocking the door. 'Where is the constant vigilance? I feel like old moldy shorts could just roll up in here and blow our house to bits.' The inside of the lighthouse was cozy and I could tell that my mother had won the decorating choices. I was starting to get hungry but I didn't want to cry out after that first episode from being born. I tried squirming and fussing without too much noise. I reached up and did the sign for milk from ASL, the other language credit I had gotten when in college besides German.

I'll spare the details but breast milk and milk from a cow are not the same. One is clearly superior but to each their own.

After filling up and a righteous burping, I was taken to my new favorite thing: the bath! I felt ALIVE - I couldn't stop laughing. My mother called me her bubbly baby boy and I could just sit and splash all day. I wanted to put my head under but it was too shallow and my mom wouldn't let me. When it was over I looked at the bath longingly.

Eventually I felt ready to explore the house. I was not allowed to do this at all. Being swaddled and then placed in a crib was very emasculating, when I wanted to do something completely different. I thought I was going to be too angry to sleep but it came rather quickly. Time passed like this for a few weeks.

I learned my mother was a no-maj and had met my father when he was wounded from a dark curse in a fight against none other than Bellatrix Lestrange. I heard my father complaining about those "goody goody Order of Phoenix idiots" and Dumbledore's stupid "no killing rule". It was clear my dad had an American opinion about how wars should be fought and had butted heads with Albus before.

To me that explained the lack of fidelius charm outside our house, and no real concern for a prophecy and Old Baldy coming for us.