Bab 3: A Background
Being a baby isn't as bad as it sounds.
Hell no! Being a baby is a nightmare. I still don't understand how people in those reincarnation fics support the whole process. The incontinence, the need to be fed, carried, burped, bathed, cleaned, dressed… it was all a nightmare. That wasn't even the worst. The mere sensation of feeling my bones growing was unbearable! Dentition? Painful and unnerving. Breast-feeding? Surprisingly tasty and a treat.
Let's not even talk about the ignoble abdominal cramps and sore throats due to subconscious crying when I'm bothered by something.
Gods, I hated any sensory overload as the development of my senses made me sensitive to the extreme. It was like those trainings where people block one of their senses and then release them. Basically, an overload of information and increased intensity of sounds. The woman who took care of me was being the only good thing in this whole traumatic experience.
I could almost see the love and affection she emanated when she was with me and that was a very nice thing to feel. Honestly, just the fact that she took care of me like she did made me feel respect for her. My previous parents, whose names I don't remember, were never as affectionate as I can remember. They themselves said that as they worked I was taken care of by the nannies and house servants... This woman, mother, until I hear her name, was the sweetest person I have ever seen in my life and I loved that. The horrifying situation I found myself in only improved a little because of her. Looks like I found a suitable mental escape. She was sweet and kept hugging and caressing me when we were in the same room. I even think my development would be compromised by the amount of times she just picked me up and talked to me.
"So, Vitra, you must be pretty bored in this crib, right? Let me take you for a tour of the house and property. They will be yours in the future, after all."
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"Mom misses the people in the family, little Vitra, but you are the most important thing to me, you know? I wonder what your first word would be? Must be Mom, right? You hear the word mom a lot, so I must be right. I can't wait to talk to you."
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"Ah, things are tense out, Vitra. The war is still going on and we can't get out yet. But I'll be taking you outside soon, okay? This world is too beautiful not to appreciate it."
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I didn't think those parents who used weird voices when talking to their babies were bad. Although it was embarrassing and uncomfortable on some level, I didn't think they were bad people, now I saw it as proof of love. Because I understood that they didn't talk like that because they thought their children were stupid, but because they wanted to be understood. Strange sounds are usually answered by normal babies, so it's not unusual for this beautiful woman to do the same to me.
So, well, she kind of stopped that when she realized I responded more if she spoke normally. A very welcome evolution, sincere opinion. So when she happened to pick me up and tell me about herself and her life, I felt even closer to her. She loved me a lot from what I can see so I could only return part of her feelings. Yes, I still wasn't able to say that I loved her, but she was my mother in this new world and she loved me then... at least I cared about her. Anyway, hugs and kisses are things I really enjoyed in this babbling phase of my life.
It was almost worth all the humiliation he felt at being cleaned by her.
"Shall we eat, baby? I think you're hungry already, right?" mom asked with a smile. Ah, I was seeing a lot better now. It was almost too much. And my body was already harder instead of the gooey goo it was before, so let me tell you my mom was beautiful. Pale blond hair, stormy gray eyes, pink mouth and typical aristocratic features with high cheekbones and smooth, white skin. She looked like a mixed blonde version of Danerys Targeryen and Natasha Romanov (series/movie version). Her appearance made my determination to protect her greater. Spare me the false criticism, after all appearance was important to most people on an almost subconscious level otherwise beautiful people wouldn't have so many indulgences in this world.
If I were one of those perverted protagonists, I don't think I would resist mother-child incest. In fact, even the current self was considering the matter seriously as she didn't seem to have a husband... if I grew up well and she was single when I was 15... well then maybe I could... you know ...conquer her. And it had nothing to do with my desire to fuck. It was just that I would feel bad about leaving this memorable piece of beauty gathering dust. Before attacking I would try to convince mom to get a boyfriend... as long as I approve of the man...
She was beautiful, kind, sweet and affectionate. As synonymous as these adjectives are, their use here gives an indication of the level of sweetness that woman emanated. Add to that a tall, curvaceous body with full breasts and amazing pink nipples. She would be the perfect wife and mother. Of course, I didn't have sexual desires for her yet, but I wasn't going to be happy meeting the lucky man who would take her in the future. Now that I think about it, a male child is no different from a father. Both hate having their girls taken. Mostly beautiful girls. I would still support her decision though, as long as the chosen man isn't a piece of shit.
I was a man, after all, and I knew men could be pretty bad. It would be stupid of me to accept a shitty stepfather without being opposed to it. She was already thinking of dozens of "harmless" ways to erase the existence of useless males who got in her way.
I mentally hoped I'd inherited his looks. Even though the being I was now was far from beautiful. Well, I could still claim it was cute despite the wrinkled-knee-knee appearance typical of babies. Underneath the pelts and baby fat, I was pretty cute, leaning too cute.
My hair was black, to my displeasure, but my eyes were gray like my mother's. My body was chubby, as expected of a baby, and my build was quite healthy. My mother fed me only her own milk every day and I didn't even drink water yet. This made my development quite satisfying. At 6 months I was older than my age suggested and my features actually started to appear without all that baby fat. Still, I couldn't estimate what it would look like in the future.
I could still wait for my future appearance, but I could already estimate that I would be a lady-killer in the future. I was beautiful in my previous life too, so I was used to it, however my mother's beauty was ethereal and almost too perfect...
Anyway, I found out a few things from my interactions with the woman. I was in a world of magic. More precisely, the world of Harry Potter. A world fucked up by two dark lords and a "light" manipulator living in past glories. I didn't hate this setup, but if you think about it, I didn't either. I mean, on the one hand we have a Noseless bastard with a complexion. God and fear of dies so great to torture his own soul to avoid it and on the other we have an old bearded pedophile who thinks he knows everything and plans as if all the people in the world were his chess pieces...
I didn't want to get involved in this shit.
Sigh.
Let's deal with the situation as things unfold. It will be for the better for my mental health. I was already sighing too much and it was just a baby. Would I become the witch version of Shikamaru? Not that I rejected the idea. A lazy genius. There were many examples in Otaku literature, but Shikamaru was the most iconic. From Kiotaka Ayanokoji to Laito Yagami, there aren't many better references than Shikamaru. But I was actually pretty smart compared to before. Perhaps a side effect of being an adult soul in a child's body? I didn't believe my soul didn't speed up my brain development. Not to mention that I spend a lot of time thinking and theorizing things in my mind... that said, I was actually better off than before.
My mother was from a little-known pureblood noble clan... she was at the Weasley level in terms of blood purity and the Davies level in terms of wealth. That meant we were as purebloods as Malfoys... in fact, according to my mother's books, which I read while opening the tomes lying face down on the floor, my mother was Lucius Malfoy's cousin on her mother's side. According to the family tree, Abraxas Malfoy is my maternal grandmother's older brother... but our families haven't been close for decades.
Let's talk a little bit about the definition of thoroughbreds commonly accepted in wizarding society. A wizard is considered pureblood if his family has at least 3 generations of wizards. This meant that if a Muggle community isolated itself for 150 years and only related to each other, all wizards born in the generation at the end of the 150 years would be considered purebloods. Now let's think about the other less worthy categories of society.
Half-blood, or half-blood was a wizard born from a pureblood wizard to a muggle born wizard or to a muggle (wizards don't differentiate between muggle born and muggle born for some stupid God complex). That said, if a half-breed married a thoroughbred, his offspring would still be considered half-breed. Only his grandchildren would receive the pureblood designation. Classification that clearly shows the prejudice and racism evident in wizarding society, doesn't it? Principally if we take into account the differences in the existing wizarding laws that favored the thoroughbreds and, to a lesser degree, the mestizos of large families. My case, for example, like that of Harry Potter, made the laws more advantageous to us because we were heirs to noble houses, otherwise we would be as despised as any half-breed.
Now for muggle born wizards. A muggleborn is a wizard or witch who, in some mysterious way, was born to muggle parents. Many theories hold that such wizards are descended from abortions who were expelled from wizarding families over the centuries and who, living in the muggle world, had children who had a lesser degree of magic in their blood. That was the concern of the Thoroughbreds because there are cases where Muggleborns with an abortion lineage claimed a vault from a newly extinct Thoroughbred family. This displeased the entire consanguineous community because they realized that Muggleborns could, legally and magically, take their "possessions".
Ah, about abortions. A squib is a person who is born to both wizarding parents and does not yet have the ability to use or manipulate magic externally. We will discuss this after a few more considerations.
Talking about financial resources and other interesting details about the wizard economy. First of all, all the money was controlled by the Goblins after "losing" one of their many wars against ancient wizards. Here is my contempt for the way wizards said the greedy creatures 'lost' the war, but let's not enter into that merit. What happens is that the scary warriors have the legal and magical right to control the economy of the entire Breton wizarding community.
There are no options. There are no competitors. There is no place to escape.
A large wizarding family like the Black family (it was once a large family as it was nearly extinct by this time) had around 10,000,000 liquid gold galleons. The properties and businesses increased this value by at least 200% so in terms of wealth the Black family would have around 40,000,000 gold galleons. A family like the Malfoys has around 6/7 of that... an ordinary family like the Weasleys doesn't even have savings and all their money was used up every month. My family was in the middle in terms of wealth as we weren't as rich as Malfoys and Blacks. Our family has about 4/7th of the Black wealth if we count all businesses and properties and land. Quite a large amount considering that 1 Galleon is equal to 5 pounds. That means I own about 23,000,000 Galleons which can be understood to be roughly 140 million pounds.
A millionaire in the hundreds of millions. Of course this was because Mom and I were the only ones in the family who were still living so I basically inherited that whole amount of money. Hehehe.
I am rich!
But all that money was in a bank and managed by others. Wasn't that stupidity? I mean, the wizarding community has remained quite loyal in its attempt to regress the evolution of society, why not do the same with their possessions? It would be better for me to keep my galleons underground on my own property. Logic dictates so. It is not?
There is also the question of magic. I may or may not be a wizard as there were abortions in this world and it was possible to be born to magical parents without magic. Of course, I could train another form of magic, such as corporal magic, but in the snobby society I currently live in, this is not well regarded. Many say that abortions don't have magic, but that was a mistake. The thing was, they couldn't use magic outside of their bodies. This meant that they could theoretically infuse the energy that makes up magic into their flesh and strengthen them almost infinitely. It can get to the point where the whole body becomes a kind of manna body, which was a very rare constitution. I could be a squib and I wouldn't have a problem with it. In fact, infusing my body with magic would happen even if I were a regular mage. Who could resist that? Unfortunately, I couldn't inherit my estates in this case and would have to have magically gifted children for them to claim future inheritance. But I didn't care much for that. Being alive was a blessing and circumstances can be changed. Even without this world's magic I could use some ritual and steal someone's magic. I can even steal it from the Savior of the world, Harry Potter, as he wasn't using it and wouldn't use it in the future, from what I've seen.
After all it was magic. There are dozens of things we don't know about this and I didn't believe there were no ways to change situations. I mean, sacrificial rituals, for example, give the wizard who performs the ritual the talent of the thing he sacrificed. Depending on the type of ritual, there may or may not be consequences like what happened to No-Nose's face. Anyway, with magic everything was possible.
And no, I have no qualms about it. Who cares about the canon? I will do what you want. Also, taking Harry's magic can make him a vase of No-Nose's soul piece on his forehead. Can you imagine, a piece of No Nose inhabiting a body without magic? Wouldn't that be hilarious? He would freak out senseless. Fufufufu... and that could ruin Dumbledore's plans too, whatever elaborate plan he has.
But I'll leave that for later. I was sleepy and my baby body needs rest.
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