Chapter 1

Transmigration sucks! Why you ask? Well first off, to get transmigrated you must die and, believe me, that is not fun. How did I die? Well, I was hit by a truck. Yes, yes, I know that's just cliché, I have read light novels too. What they don't tell you is how much it fucking hurts.

It all started out as a fairly normal day, although I suppose all days do - it is the events that make them extraordinary or peculiar. I was walking to my final exam, the weather was a little gloomy, and I was reviewing material for an exam in my head (perks of having eidetic memory). Well, I say that, but as I was distracted, I didn't hear the warning shout, the tires squealing. I remember hearing someone screaming and I remember choking on my blood. My lower body was completely numb but I had this agonizing pain in my lower abdomen, and as I looked down, I saw it was because the truck was pinning me to the side of a building on the street I had walked on. My head was pounding from the loud noises and from where my head had hit on impact. It was the least of my worries at the time but I wanted to tell the woman who just kept wailing and screaming to shut the hell up. I opened my mouth, trying to say something, but couldn't because of all the blood. There was so much blood, the world was hazy around the edges, and all I wanted to do was sleep. I heard sirens in the background, but I closed my eyes and let out a relieved sigh when the screaming finally stopped.

So yes, step 1 of my transmigration was pretty shitty. I'll try to avoid trucks from now on.

Step 2 is hard to describe. One moment I was dying, The next thing I remember was waking up, my eyes blinking the sleep out of them, and observing what was obviously a film shooting, two men wearing what looked like weird coats or robes, both having some kind of wooden sticks. They were moving about, pointing their stick at one another shouting. The light effects were good, all kinds of lights shooting out from the tip of the sticks (must be pretty high-tech sticks being able to produce all kind of effects like ribbons, shields, etc.). After a while, both were hit by lights produced by the other (One of them shot out green light shouting "Avada Kedavra", while other one shot out red light shouting "bombarda"). Weird thing was that the one that got shot with red light got his head blown off while another one just hit the floor. I was just sitting there wide-eyed with my mouth open. Then suddenly I felt like my head got hit with a brick, along with a terrible headache, came a set of memories. These memories were that of a child of 6 years old named "Aiden Canis". Aiden was an orphan with blonde hair, blue eyes and overall handsome look, who lived at an orphanage at 23, White Garden, Northshire, London.

Aiden, while playing got lost and stumbled upon the two men fighting and got hit with a green light "Avada Kedavra" and the next thing was me waking up. And just like a punch, the realization hit me, I got transmigrated in the body of 6 years old Aiden Canis.

And now, we arrive at glorious step 3, where I am currently at. These weird men with sticks looked awfully like wizards from the Harry Potter books, which means I am in the Harry Potter universe.

Who am I and why am I talking to myself? Good question my new best friend! Well, my name is … no longer important. I got a new one now anyway, so I should probably stop using my old one. I am, or rather was a genius with 187 IQ and eidetic memory. I was walking to my final exam for this term, wanted to cross the road and BAAAM, here I am. So why am I talking to myself then? Well, I figured if transmigration is a thing now, then maybe the Multiverse Theory is also true, which means someone out there could be listening to my ramblings.

Anyway focusing on the matter at hand, Since I am in Harry Potter universe, the logical conclusion is that since both wizards were fighting in open which I presume is muggle neighborhood, If ministry is competent, Aurors should be arriving here anytime soon. They might try to erase my memory (I know for a fact that obliviators are a thing) if they found me lurking around the scene of the crime. I hurriedly got up and walked up to their bodies and searched for any loot (hey don't judge me, I am an orphan with no resources, dumped suddenly in a dangerous new world, without any warning). I found a small box which I presume to be a shrunken trunk on one of them and a pouch on another. I left their wand alone to avoid suspicion from Aurors and left quickly.