Chapter 4: chapter four
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It had been a while since I was first born, it had been a hard transition as I had to do everything all over again as a baby with the mind of seventeen years old. I had heard from Olive about transmigration novels and how everything work but not one novel she described allowed the experience to be like this one.
Unlike, many of the main characters of those novels I am not planning on hating my parents because they were pureblood nor did I want to do crazy things such as becoming the new dark lord, or overthrowing the dark lord, stealing all the girls or making Draco Malfoy fall in love with me. None of that.
All I wanted to do in this life was live it. I wanted to live it better than the Pansy Parkinson in the books had done. I wanted to live a new life in which I did not need to be a bully or feel the need to be validated by some purebloods. I wanted to live this life and become something I could be proud of.
To do something I would enjoy. Although Pansy was never the ultimate choice she was the best I had and after thinking about it she was not that bad of a character to be transmigrated in. I did not have to do anything, I do not need to get involved with the plot or go out of my way to throw my life on the line for Harry, Ron or Hermione.
All I had to do was leave the country before it was too late and stay far away from the war. Or as Pansy had done in the final battle of Hogwarts, leave with her family. Unlike what I knew before Pansy did not have a mother. At least not anymore.
At my birth, Pansy's mother died, or my mother died. She died leaving only a child with a name behind. It was truly no wonder that Pansy grew up the way she did. From what I had gathered from the time I spent here was that My father was never home and I only had my House Elf Tribble looking after me. Tribble had big brown eyes and long downturned ears, she was very careful in treating me and gave me lots of love.
She was the first person I saw in an unfamiliar world. It immediately made me realise that I again truly in the harry potter universe. The only problem I had was Great, Great, Great, Great Grandfather Perseus Parkinson. he lived in a painting and he was the third Minister of magic to have ever existed, he is very prejudice but has a surprising sweet spot for me.
He would constantly tell me how pretty I was and talk about my parents, Magic, his time as the minister of magic everything. However, what he didn't realize every time he called for Tribble to bring me to his portraits was that I was absorbing this information like a sponge. I remembered everything he told, how he told it and how relevant it was.
Over time I had started to dived the information into factors inside my brain, Magic, family, pureblood families, politics, Update on the war and extra. What I only realized later what that I had started making my own Occlumens steps. Natural born Occlumens. What I learned was that you could not be born with it but the get you steps ahead your brain will sort itself because you find the information a little too much to hold in one place.
It was all interesting and my new hobby as I could do nothing but move my limbs for two seconds before being exhausted.
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