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Chapter 2: I swear I wasn’t playing with my stick

"Ughhh"

'That motherfucker, I told him to stop mixing stuff in my coffee. It was funny only the first time. GOD, I need new friends.' I thought as I held my head, that is feeling terribly heavy.

As I managed to open my eyes, I found myself staring at a very unfamiliar ceiling. It's wood. The last I saw something like this was when we went to our ancestral place to meet Grandma before she passed away, only this place looks even older.

"Where the hell am I?" I said as I looked around this damp attic that smelled like moss and rotten wood. There are tons of stuff just sprawled across the floor here.

'Did a storm hit this place or what?' I thought as I looked at the big hole in the thatched roof and the attic window that was barely holding onto the structure.

"Let's hope it isn't my doing," I said as I forced a chuckle.

"Ben, what the hell are you doing up there? Trying to blow the house up already?" said a woman from the room below. Her voice sounded so familiar, yet I was sure that I had never heard it before.

'I am not sure if I should say something. How does she even know my name?'

"Benedict! Are you alright? I am coming up. You better not be playing with your wand." She screamed as she climbed up the stairs hastily.

'Playing with my wand? Does she think I'm masturbating here? If only my wand could do this amount of damage.' I thought with a chuckle.

"Good lord, what in Merlin's name did you do?"

As soon as I looked at her wide-opened beautiful brown eyes that matched perfectly with her curly brown hair and shocked face, I knew who she was.

"Mum!"

'She's Dorothea Brown, my mother. And I am Benedict Brown. How could this be? But my memories are proof that this is real. If this is real, then what about my other life? Was that just a dream?'

"What happened to you? Why are you staring into oblivion, and what happened to your clothes?"

As her questions brought me back from my inner musings, I looked at my clothes, and they were in an even worse state than the room. I barely had a shirt on, and my trousers were missing a leg.

"I don't know. I blanked out, and this is how I woke up. I remember nothing that happened before."

'I do, but I can't tell you what happened.'

"Oh dear lord, let me take a look at you." She said as she pulled a wand out of her left sleeve and cast a diagnosis charm to look for any injuries on my body.

"Everything seems to be in order with you, but your clothes, on the other hand, are beyond saving."

She cast a Mending charm on my clothes but my pants are still missing a leg and my shirt, a sizeable chunk from the chest area.

"Blimey, these are beyond saving, but let me fix the roof before it collapses on us. Reparo."

And with a few circular motions of her wand, the collapsing mess of a room was back to being a relatively safe space.

"WOW."

"You are in big trouble, young man. What did we tell you? No wand-waving without supervision."

"But mom! I don't even have my wand with me. It is in my room."

'It's crazy how I know all this.'

"Oh, Merlin! You mean you did this without a wand?"

"I didn't do it. It was like this when I woke up, and now my head is hurting, so please let me rest before I pass out again."

'Oh heavens! Help me. I just wanna get this over with so that I can figure out what the hell is going on with me.'

"Alright, you go lie down for a bit in your room, but make sure you clean this after. This is still your mess."

"I will, I promise."

"We will talk about this once your father gets home."

"Ugh, alright."

I quickly made my way down the squeaking stairs from the attic towards my room through the dark hallway and washed up walls, and opened the door to my room that hardly had any paint left on it. The condition of this room wasn't much better either: chunks of wallpaper were missing from the walls, but surprisingly, whatever was left of the wallpaper was quite lavish. It had intricately designed trees, flowers and birds of gold in a brown background. The furniture in the room, although a bit battered, was clearly made by skilled hands. Lost in my thoughts, I quickly went in and sat on the edge of my bed, ignoring the squeaking sound it made and also everything else.

'There is no doubt about where I am.' I thought, looking at the wand that lay on top of my bedside table.

"This is obviously the world of…"

To be continued…

A/N: Ghahahahaha, unnecessary cliffhanger-san is here. Khekhekhekhe. I will leave you all to guess where our protagonist is. [Hint: He can shake his stick and make things happen with it here.]

I ended this chapter here because there was a lot of info dump after this, and I didn't want to divide it into two chapters. We will get to know a lot more about the Brown family tomorrow. See ya.


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Chapter 3: The Brown family tree

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'There is no doubt about where I am.' I thought, looking at the wand that lay on top of my bedside table.

"This is obviously the world of Harry Potter and I am a Wizard."

'I can somehow hear Hagrid saying "Yer a wizard, Harry" in my head.'

'Now if I haven't gone crazy, then that means that my t-shirt pulled me into a swirling whirlpool of dark mist and then I got hit by a lightning bolt and now I am in the body of Benedict Brown in the world of Harry Potter.'

"What kind of bullshit scenario is this?"

'I don't think that I've ever heard of a character named Benedict Brown. The only Brown I know of is Lavender Brown and she is not present in this world, at least not as far as I know.'

"Ughh, this is such a pain."

'I don't even know much about Lavender Brown, except for the fact that she was the girliest girl in the series, the stereotypical teenage girl that dated Ron Weasley and called him Won Won.'

"It's 25th August 1991 and I am 11 years old and will go to Hogwarts in a week."

'If there is no Lavender Brown, that can only mean that I have taken her place and this world differs somewhat from the world of Harry Potter that I know of.'

"Ah! This is not good." I said, clutching my head.

'From what I remember, Lavender Brown's fate in the books is... Inconclusive at best and in the movies she straight-up gets mauled to death by a werewolf, not to mention the race change she goes through in the movies.'

"Such a load of bullshit." I think, looking at a pale white-skinned brown-haired boy in the mirror.

'I remember hearing many people outraging on the internet why a brown character was whitewashed and played by a white actor.'

'I guess brown in the name doesn't represent the colour of the skin eh, magical Britain was a lot more accommodating of the different skin colours than muggle Britain, and I don't think a family would be named after the colour of their skin.'

"Ahh, I'm Knackered. It's best if I lie down for a bit." I said, laying my head down on my pillow.

'Benedict doesn't seem to have been a very bright lad. All he or now I, seemed to care about is that blasted game of Quidditch and lazying around with his friends.'

There was hardly any information about the Brown family history in my memories. All I know is about my Uncle Arthur, about his bravery and sacrifice. He was 18 years old when he died defending a family of muggles in the first wizarding war just four months after joining the Auror recruitment.

'It seems that my father loved his little brother dearly.'

Nigel Brown talked about his brother often. Arthur's death had made him worry about my safety a lot more. He didn't even let me go to my friend's house for a sleepover. I could never even touch a broom till now. Maybe that's why I was so fixated on Quidditch. It was my forbidden fruit.

'I gotta deal with an overprotective father instead of mother in this life, huh.' I thought as I fell asleep.

In the evening, after cleaning up the mess in the attic, I still got an earful from my father about how dangerous magic can be, and how I should be careful while using it. I even got my wand confiscated till I left for school, even though that poor stick did no wrong. My father was a slender man reaching about 5'11'' in height. His figure inspired little confidence but he had a genuine concern in his voice for my safety.

"How will I learn if I don't practice and make mistakes?" I asked him.

"You'll do plenty of wand-waving at Hogwarts." He said.

'Some things never change, huh? I remember my laptop getting confiscated for playing games instead of studying.' I thought as I made my way towards the basement. If I could find anything about the Brown family history, I would find it here.

After searching through the cold-dark basement, I didn't find much. There were a few boxes full of useless old stuff. I might scour them later. A few covered portraits, none of whom I recognised. None of them looked very sentient. The degree of intelligence in a portrait depends on the skill of the painter and how much personality of the subject he can enchant into the portrait. All the portraits here only repeated a few phrases when I woke them up. One of them even looked piss drunk and wanted to race horses with me. He had a gambling problem as well; it seems.

After hearing them babble on for a bit, I covered them up again.

The only thing of note was the wall that was hidden behind all of this stuff. A brown tree with a name written on each branch in gold. It was a literal family tree. I didn't see my or my parent's name on it though, looks like it hasn't been updated in a while. I did see Benedicte written on a branch, but I'm sure that wasn't me because lots of other branches were diverging from that branch.

'This is enough to go on, for now. I can question Mum and Dad about it and maybe learn a bit more about these names on the wall.' I thought as I made my way back up.

Calling them Mom and Dad was weird. Was I really their son? Or was I an imposter who killed their son and took over his body? Well, it doesn't matter really, none of it was in my control. I didn't have a choice in coming here, but I do have a choice in how I live going forward. As for Benedict, I am sure death is taking proper care of him. After all, there is no reincarnation in this world, and all the souls are with death herself. If my theory is correct, then I was pulled here by death. It may be some other powerful entity, but I highly doubt that. As for why? She didn't deem it necessary to inform me, or maybe I will know why someday.

'I wonder how my parents reacted to my death. They'll get over it, I'm sure, although I am not sure if there was even a body left for cremation.'

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A/N: Who are your favourite Harry Potter characters? Comment down below.


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