First Two Years in HP World

It has been 2 years since that creep, Oh! Sorry, my "father" pulled me from that void and put me into the body of his 1 year old son.

Let me tell you being a baby sucks. If that body had an adult brain, it double sucks. You can't even control when you get to pee and shit. The body automatically decides for you.

Thank god I have Brood looking after me. Just a Snap of his creepy little fingers and I am squeaky-clean. All pimped and ready for round two. Ok enough about my body's excessive need to shit and pee without my consent.

So, after the death of my "father," I was taken by Brood and placed in a crib. Let me tell you what happened in the first twelve months. Brood fed me weird tasting milk with a purple tinge to it. I don't even think it is milk, but a potion. My body seems to love it, though. Because it starts to shit in 2 hours after taking the dose.

Now Brood spends around six hours every day torturing me by talking with me and reading weird-ass children Stories (Seriously, wizard stories are super weird). Apparently, this torture was because of the orders from my "father." Since there are no parents around me to grasp the language, and he ordered Brood to teach me how to speak.

I really wanted to end the torture by start speaking early, but my fucking vocal cords are not fully developed. Hence, I had the opportunity of spending 6 hours listening to creepy elf about the adventures of Merlin and how long his beard is and another 1 hour practicing how to walk. JUST LOVELY I HAVE TO SAY.

Let's push those depressing thoughts away. So, I started speaking adequately and walking by the time I was 2 years old. During the torture, I was able to milk some information from Brood.

From what I gathered from Brood is that I was born on March 7, 1977 three years before the birth of Harry Potter and My full name is "BRAXIUS STEFFEN SUMMERKING" and I am the sole heir to The Ancient and The Most Noble house of SUMMERKING. But for some strange reason, we never held a seat in Wizengamot since the end of Grindelwald War. We are also not part of SACRED 28. Since SACRED 28 is the list of families that were Pureblood in the 1930s which was published by Cantankerus Nott, Which means One of my ancestors must have married to a muggle-born.

Other than that, I couldn't get much from Brood. Either he doesn't know much or holding back due to the instructions from my "Father."

Being an adherent fanfiction reader, I have seen my enough share of HP fanfiction about how a reincarnated MC starts meditating in the womb itself to tame his magic and sometimes increase it. Since I don't have the privilege of being bought to this Kickass world through a usual way (and thank god for that) I started meditating from day 1 and by mediating I mean clearing my mind by closing my eyes. Since that's all I know about meditation (what?? I am not a fucking monk to understand how meditation works). Let me tell you, the only thing I got was excellent sleep. But I never gave up, and the result always ended up with good sleep, ah! The blessings of being a baby, and if you removed the automated shit function of the body, it would have been an ABSOLUTE BLISS.

But I never once doubted that I was a Squib though. Since I could always feel the warm undercurrent that is flowing through me. I never felt uncomfortable even though this is my first time experiencing such a feeling. It felt so natural, just like my breathing.

The day I was 2 years old, Brood started to move me from a crib to a bed. He also changed my old diet from pure liquid food to semi-solid food. But still I think it is more of potions than food as it tasted super weird like it is neither GOOD nor BAD no BLAND, Yea it was weird as fuck.

But the good news is even though I did not tame my magic through "meditation/sleeping," I succeeded in taming the auto shit/pee power of my body. ALL HAIL BABY BRAXTON ...HIP HIP HURRAY.

Enough of that shit (no pun intended). I also got my first look at myself when I asked Brood to show me a mirror and seeing my reflection in the mirror, it seems my "AVERAGE CURSE" followed even in this life. My average curse appears to be so strong that it also seems to suppress babies cuteness trait, yea I know it is very depressing (there goes my plan of seducing sexy witches). But one thing that about me being not average is my eyes. They had the color of saffron like the color when the sun rises at dawn. This is the only aspect of me that seems to be unaffected from the "Curse." Clear From the little amount of hair that appears to be growing on my head, I can for sure say it is your average black color.

But I don't know whether the "curse" struck my Magical powers or not. And also, it is very early to determine whether or not my little brother is a victim of the "Curse."

My education also upgraded from listening stories to writing and reading English. I have to say though Brood was surprisingly a good teacher and at last l officially started my acting career as a transmigrator.

By the time I was about to be a three-year-old, I convinced Brood that I could read and write. Though it is damn hard to write with those fucking quills. When I asked Brood why we use feathers. He said the reason wizards use feathers because charms and other magical processes can be applied easily to quills and also quills are a must when signing contracts. But he did not elaborate the reason for it, and I also didn't further press him for a reason behind it. Because I am sure, he doesn't know.

Let me tell you, those Fan Fictions portraying of House Elves being all-powerful is total bullshit with a capital "B." From what I could gather from Brood, they know doing magic innately, and their magic is limited to Household magicks and their ability to apparate. But I don't know whether they can apparate behind the wards as they say in those stories. I will have to ask him when I am a little older. So I do not raise any doubts about how I know about wards. Even though he is loyal to my house, I will let no one get doubts about me. Even if it is a creepy little house-elf. As someone once said:

" A word once let out of the cage cannot be whistled back again."

But the theory of needing a Magical Master or Magical Environment to live seems to be true.

Finally, the day came when I was three years old. Brood on the morning of my birthday wake me up and said

"Young Master congratulations on reaching your first minor magical maturity."

I looked at him and made sure my irritation is known for waking me so early (still there are 2 more hours left in my baby sleep) by replying in as much a sour tone as possible.

"Oh! I would say 'thank you' but since I don't know what first minor magical maturity is, I will go back to my sleep."

With that, I was about to get back to complete my baby sleep. When Brood again stopped me and said

"Young master today you have become three years old, and by Master's orders, I will have to bring you to Ancestral hall to meet Masters Magical portrait. So, if you get ready, we will meet your father."

Listening to him, I finally let out a sigh and said,

"Ok, wait for 5 min. I will get ready, and we can meet my, "father."

Brood gave a quick nod in his own elf style (which involves both his head and ears) and with little excitement said,

"Excellent Young master, you complete your morning routine. I will prepare breakfast."

With that, he popped away. Crazy little bugger I muttered to myself and went to get ready for the meeting with my "Father". Maybe he will clarify what this minor magical maturity is and there are also a lot of things on which I wish to get a clarification from him.

So, within five minutes, I was done getting ready, and Brood was waiting with my breakfast in the room. I never left this room in the past two years. Since Brood never allowed it. Sometimes I get depressed how Brood seems to listen to a Magical portrait rather than me. Pushing aside those thoughts, I ate my breakfast/weird potiony thing well whatever the shit it is (since Brood never tells me on how it is made).

With my breakfast done I put my foot outside the room for the first time in 2 years and Brood leads me through several medieval-themed corridors with the floor covered in carpets and the wall lined with metal armors. From what I have observed, we are living in a castle rather than a manor.

So, I own frigging castle then. Now I may be an average guy, but I am an average guy with a castle. Ha! Take that bitches.

I came out of musing when we suddenly stopped in front of a large red double door. On the door, there is an etching of a coat of arms which comprised an engraving of sun and words below it which read "FACTA NON VERBA." Whatever that means.

Brood looked at me and said

"Place your hand on the door young master it will give you the entry."

After listening to Brood, I put my hand on the door, and I immediately felt something touching me. No, not touching it is like some presence is scanning me. One more thing added to the list of " Find what/how the fuck it is/works."

And within seconds I lost contact with the "presence" and the door slowly opened, providing enough space for me to enter but not enough to see what is on the other side.

I looked towards Brood who gave me a nod as encouragement and with that, I put my foot through the gap to meet the portrait of my "father" who bought me into this world, I mean literally.