Chapter 1: Chapter 1
(A/N): Please, be aware that English is not my first language. The first chapters can be hard to read, but as the chapters come out, I dare to hope that I've made much fewer mistakes and you will be more comfortable reading. Thank you for your interest in this fanfiction! Enjoy!
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I didn't understand what was happening, but I am in a very unsightly state right now. An acute pain that makes me feel paralyzed is spreading everywhere in my body. I try to calmly recollect what happened before. There was an explosion, yes..., Something fell from the sky, smashing through the damn abandoned building I was in. A series of bombs were launched, and they landed very close to me.
Something on my back feels wet, probably some blood. I slowly raised my head with a lot of difficulty. It feels like my innards are burning, perhaps because they are falling out through the laceration in my chest. Oh, now I feel my conscience slowly slipping away. What a shame! Why should I die now when I am least expecting it?! Just when my life started to go uphill?! It feels as if the devil himself came here to toy with my life.
As my consciousness was slowly dying, I caught some movement nearby. Something warm, salty, with a taste of iron, began to pour on my face and lips - blood. I tried to concentrate and at least open my eyes, but there was no strength left in my body.
"Leave him." Someone said in a faint-sounding voice as if he was a bit distant from me, "Don't waste your energy."
"This is my own business, do not interfere!" another voice calmly replied. A little closer, but just as faint and distant sounding.
"Listen, you are not God – you can't save everyone."
"At least this one…"
A sharp pain, several orders of magnitude more potent than the previous one, twisted my body, causing convulsions and spasms all at the same time. The sheer intensity of the pain made me feel that I should have lost consciousness or died altogether. But no, I'm still alive!
"It is useless. You will die like that!" through the pain, I heard voices that drifted farther and farther away. Together with the pain. "You idiot! If you die so stupidly, I'll take a shit on your grave! No! I won't even bury you!"
"You're right." There were notes of guilt in the second voice. With this phrase, the last anchor seemed to let me go, the pain went away, and my consciousness finally sank into darkness.
***
"Oh, for God's sake!" the old grandfather, who was in front of me, was indignant.
Looking around, I realized that I was standing in the middle of some sort of high-end office. There were white walls with a white table and white chairs. The iron filing cabinets that stretched on and on as if they go to infinity were also white.
"Sorry?"
"Forgiven," the old man screamed angrily, closing the folder with papers and throwing it behind. Contrary to my expectations, the folder did not just fly and hit the wall but smoothly glided into an open cabinet drawer in the distance. "This place is a connecter between all the worlds. Not some park!"
"What are you talking about, sir?"
"Sir? What a surprise!" The old man threw up his hands. "For once to be respected! As I should be!!"
The old man leaned against the table, holding out his hand in front of him and wagging his finger at me.
"I'm so tired of you all. I have lived here for millions of years, working, and you people have been drawn here like shit to flies."
"Flies to shit."
"Do not interrupt!" the old man screamed while slapped his palm on the table. "If I say that it's shit to flies, then it is shit to flies!"
The old man thought for a moment but quickly regained his displeased look.
"In short, s... Ah, I already said that. Anyway, in short! You are dead, you have not lost your memory, your soul has not been cleaned, and I hate you for that! You spoil my whole work! And statistics! Can you imagine? Moreover, I also have to give you Something! Where is the universe heading? sigh."
"Umm."
"Don't umm to me here. So what have we got here?"
The old man moved his hand over the table, and a small folder of documents appeared in front of him. He flipped through it with incredible speed and closed it.
"Well, they have finally finished developing there!" the old man whistled delightedly.
"Who?"
"Huh? Never mind. What should I slip you..."
"Brains?"
"Brains?! You must have your own! Oh, let me implant this guy's blood in you."
"Blood? I don't need you to inject any blood from any guy! My own is enough."
"Oh, don't worry, it's figurative. Yes! I will inject the positive parts, remove the negative part.. aaannnd perfect!"
A multi-layered sphere appeared on the table in front of the old man in the form of a projection with so many layers of complex lines it made my head a bit dizzy. If you look closely, it consisted of many tiny symbols. They glowed, each with their own color, but something was red, that something looked like it didn't fit in. With such speed that his hand movements became blurred, the old man began to make changes around the sphere. The red something gradually became more and more naturally blended into the general multi-colored structure, thereby constantly assuming a more natural color.
After some time, the old man finished his witchcraft, causing the sphere to disappear.
"They bothered me with their appearance on the whole branch of worlds thing. But!" the old man pointed an edifying finger at the ceiling. "If you people can't stop appearing here. Then I will personally throw you to some random world!"
He opened the folder, waved his hand, which showed a round seal, and with quick movements, he put a series of symbols on the sheets. Everything disappeared with the last symbol - the table, the walls, the office, and I was once again plunged into darkness…
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Chapter 2: Chapter 2
I woke up in bed. I had no doubts that this was a toddler's cradle. There were even railings here, or whatever the thing by the side of the bed for toddlers is called. My head was spinning, it was like waking up with a horrible hangover, but it went away pretty quickly. At least to some extent. My mind was in a mess. Random scraps of someone else memory were flowing into my brain. However, I was able to isolate the most important things. Just a few phrases and images made me quickly understand that I was reborn and where. We all know this tale.
"There will be no squib in this family!"
"Don't you dare touch my son!"
"Exile by the ritual, and you, Narcissa, know your place! Not a drop of Malfoy blood will remain in this dirty squib."
There were more conservations happening between them, but the argument was the same with no change in the result. I now understand why I do not remember anything. An infant's long-term memory leaves much to be desired. It is almost impossible to remember something at this age. Because of this, it seems like my life began now and not long ago. I remembered these phrases because I was emotionally hurt, and I was outraged. The adult consciousness I had now made it possible for me to understand English correctly. Still, I did not completely remember what was happening around me - continuously forgetting what was happening half an hour or an hour ago is an unpleasant sensation.
Lucius is a real asshole. I do not like to swear, but ordinary words cannot even begin to describe how I feel about him. Narcissa turned out to be a stunning blonde, and those couple of memories with her were perfect. She looked at me with tenderness and motherly love. There is also my brother - Draco. Narcissa wanted to name me according to the traditions of her family. Still, the dispute on this topic with Lucius did not have time to end. I don't know what it was, but somehow, they thought I was a squib. Well, that makes everything clear.
I vaguely remember being thrown at the door of the first house of ordinary people that we came across. They found me only in the morning. Makes me feel as if I am some sort of alternate Harry Potter. Well, anyway, this is where I live now.
Maximilian Knight, which is spelled as "knight". At least that's what it says on the envelopes with receipts for payment, which were sorted out by the people who sheltered me. Yesterday, it seemed. Nursed and sorted out. Well, I was peeping.
And now what can I do? So, I'm a squib… that is kind of disheartening. I do not believe that the wizards that the Malfoy couple can afford will make mistakes in diagnostics. Well, or how did they define it all there? So, I had better not meddle in the magical world and make my way here. It's a shame, but that old man said something. And how can you find out so early exactly? It is also not clear. So, we will just grow, remember the old, learn the new.
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Life was measured and fast. The adult mind tends to perceive time somewhat differently. For a child, time flows slowly only because his every day is full of new discoveries, impressions, and memories. I did not see anything new, nothing surprising. Everything has already been done before. It has already become a routine.
In the first years of living with the Knights couple - the nicest people I have ever seen, I still waited and hoped. Waited for some underage magic. But nothing changed. I Tried meditation and whatever I could think of. But in the end, I only fell asleep a bit later than usual.
The Knights couple. Sara and John. Bland names, if I have to be honest, but I could not boast of having an exclusive name in the past, and you know what, I lived very well until I died. They have children of their own, but they have already grown up and successfully built their careers out in the city. I think that's one of the reasons why the Knights did not mind raising another child at all. John, an ordinary-looking guy, a lawyer at some firm, quite successful. Average height, ordinary face, light brown hair, brown eyes ... a typical John. He earns a lot and spends everything, mainly on the house, his wife, and me. Sarah is a young-looking slim woman even though she is in her forties, a brunette with brown eyes. At first glance, her appearance is not above average, but ... The way she holds herself, the way she smiles, laughs, moves ... In general, makes people like her and have a good impression of her.
Time slowly passes, and now I am nine years old. I am an all-A-student in a decent school, I devote myself to athletics. Well, to whatever extent is it possible at this age. I go to a kendo club, which was very hard to find in the local community. I play the violin and piano ... I remember. I remember very well how I regretted these missed opportunities in my past life. I didn't want it… It's hard… I don't like it, I don't need it at all. And the adults said that I would regret it, but I was a child, then a teenager, youthful maximalism in all its glory! Now I'll catch up. And then I will regret something else.
We lived in a small but spacious private house in the suburbs of London. There is everything you need - a large shopping center, parks, schools, private kindergartens. In general, nothing new for me - I once lived in England for six years. I had tried to go to Cambridge or Oxford, but I had no money. I was smart. I had the intelligence required to excel in science, the desire to learn more, and there were irrepressible ambitions and a hole in my pocket. Right, I was somewhat socially unadapted. It was the reluctance of the brain to work in a social direction that let poor me down. To put it simply, in my past life, I wasted a lot of time. I smelled the aromas of the "bottom," stayed in the middle class, and was quite rich for a while, but instantly fucked everything up. I thought that I would always have time to earn more. Hmmm, ow I regrated that thought later.
The life of the Knights is quite good, and I learned a lot of new things. The truth is that the things I learned were mainly understanding how real English gentlemen should hold themselves and behave. The Knights were not very picky and did not demand me to always act like a "real Englishman." Still, it was necessary to know everything and be able to do them. I am happy - in a past life, my self-development was always lacking
The sudden squeal of tires jerked me out of my thoughts. A truck was rushing towards me with astonishing speed. Then from within my body, a sharp feeling, as if electricity hit, was running through me - an instant rush of adrenaline. It seemed that even time has slowed down.
The right transmigrator must have several things: superpower, a killer truck, a personal antagonist, and a lifelong goal in any order. It was these thoughts that rushed through my head. An irresistible desire to wave my hand, as if driving away from an annoying fly, forced me to make this wave.
Red liquid burst out of the ground and, in the form of three stripes, stretched out after the hand's movement, forming a kind of hemisphere in front of me. Simultaneously, the truck at full speed crashed into it as if it was a concrete wall. I saw how the truck's front was deformed, the headlights burst out, glass fragments flew, how it clamped down on the fat driver, flattening him. I saw how the streams of blood squeezed out of him, pouring into the red streaks in front of me. Suddenly my speed of perception returned to normal. I was deafened by the sound of the impact and the grinding of the truck's frame, light clouds of dust. I stood in the middle of a hemisphere of twisted metal. Gasoline smell, smoke, and oil were everywhere. There was no trace of the red ... bloody barrier.
"I need to get out of here."
It was a rather dark and empty alley, so I just ran around the corner of the house, twisted a little more, and walked steadily on.
My heart was beating like crazy. Blood was pounding in my temples. I walked down the street and stared blankly at my hands. So suddenly, a man died today because of me…. But if I hadn't defended myself, I would have been dead myself...
The beginning of a new, incredible journey - finished sorting my own thoughts. This is indeed so, and the sudden realization softened the rolling flurry of emotions. I need to go home.
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