Chapter 2: Chapter 2: So I Died... huh!
I sat down on the bed as I finished reading as I tried to process the information.
I… died, I just died then, and now I've been reincarnated.
This is just too weird. I can't really think of any way to dispute what the letter is telling me.
I mean, I was twenty-three before I went to sleep and now I'm eleven, this is just too insane not to be real.
As I read the letter again I felt myself swallow slightly. So I'm a wizard, that's cool I guess an eleven-year-old wizard that sounds so familiar in some way.
Turning over the other letter I looked at it again and froze seeing the wax seal, it was a shield with four animals on it, a lion, a snake, a badger and an eagle, is that the crest I'm thinking of, it couldn't be… but it fits, am I in that world.
I quickly opened the letter and took out the thick sheet of paper inside, parchment that's what it was called, this type of paper.
I unfolded it and read the starting line that any fan of the series has been wanting to read since reading the books and watching the movies.
"We are pleased to inform you, you have been accepted at Hogwarts School, for witchcraft and wizardry… holy shit, I'm in the world of Harry Potter." I said as I read the line out loud not actually believing it the first time.
But the second I did I felt like my head was being squeezed as images flashed before my eyes, memories, but these weren't mine they were the soul's that mine joined with, it was the life that was lead before I took over.
Memories of growing up in an orphanage, of having small accidental bouts of magic that made other children stay away from me.
That made the caretaker of the orphanage keep me at a distance. Memories of receiving my letter, of being met by Professor McGonagall and being told about magic.
Being brought here, to the leaky cauldron in London and given instructions on what to do. I could remember it like I actually lived it, weird.
Folding the letter back up and put it away. I could remember what it said already having already read it once apparently. I couldn't help but smile like a kid, which I guess I am again.
An actual Hogwarts acceptance letter, talk about a strange feeling. And these memories. I'm an orphan whose mother died in childbirth, my father was never in the picture for some reason and I grew up never feeling that I belonged with the other children in the orphanage. Well I could certainly see why now.
Looking at the letter I was excited by it. The idea of going to Hogwarts was something that anyone would be excited about… but then it hit me what this actually meant.
I was in Magical Britain, not ten years ago they had been embroiled in a civil war with Voldemort, who's set to return in four years from now in the final stage of the tri-wizard tournament.
War was only four years away and I'm going to be thrown headlong into the middle of it by attending Hogwarts.
Shit, how the hell am I meant to deal with this? I get a new life only to realise that I have only a few years until I have to fight for my life.
If I'm a half-blood or a muggle born then I'm really in the shit, which is the only options I can think of right now. I'll be fair game to death eaters when the war starts.
Wait…do I have to go to Hogwarts, surely there could be other magical schools in Britain that I could try.
With the number of witches and wizards in Britain, even after the war, surely one school wouldn't be able to support the entire populace for magical education.
There was barely seven hundred students in it in the movies there has to be more. But then it's probably the largest and the most well-known, but it just doesn't add up… now that I think of it not much in the Harry Potter books do.
The war ten years ago. How could one man have caused magical Britain so much chaos? Sure he had a couple hundred death eaters, at most, and then a mix match of other dark creatures around him.
But there was no way they outnumbered the rest of magical Britain if they all stood against him he wouldn't have lasted the week, horcrux's or not.
It only took one deflected killing curse to destroy his body, did no one think to actually use one on him in the first place.
But then with Dumbledore and his order, plus the corrupt ministry, I would think that none of them would condone using a so-called unforgivable even if it was to end a war.
It's ridiculous if you ask me, labelling magic as light or dark. Their whole system is flawed, a hammer is a tool but it can be used to kill a man, the same can be done with magic it's the intent behind its use.
Magical Britain is just so stagnant that they just can't see it, they're stuck in the eighteen hundreds for Christ sake. They need a wakeup call.
Voldemort may have been a murderous bastard, but he had it right in the first book when he spoke on the matter, "There is no good and evil, there is only power, and those too weak to seek it".
Sure there were lines that a guy shouldn't cross with magic that crosses over into evil, but used right magic wasn't good or evil it was just magic.
But if the ends justify the means, using dark magic to kill a so-called dark lord, who would kill countless, I'm pretty sure that justifies it.
The same as using dark magic to protect yourself and others, it's justified, not evil.
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