Orphanage

Waking up in a body of child should have freaked me out but instead, I felt unnaturally calm. I was certainly calm on the whole matter. I clearly remember I was shot and died. Funnily enough, while I could acknowledge that I was remarkably at peace with the abrupt change gooing from a 19-year-old to a random child's body, I couldn't get upset about it.

I figured that was by design. My mind wasn't allowed to panic or shut down or go insane. Whatever had done this to me, hadn't wanted to watch me freak out, if the mysterious force/being/whatever was anything like the Omnipotent Beings I'd always read about. No, I'd undoubtedly been put into a kids body for something's amusement, or some great purpose. Either way, the result was the same. I was allowed to understand how fucked up all of this was… but I wasn't allowed to throw a tantrum.

I hate this, this feeling of being powerlessness, sure it's cool I got "isakeid" but still, it's bad. First the lack of information, and my dreams of ruling the world from the shadows... well and I was finally getting ready to scout other cities. F****. Let's calm down and assess the situation. Let's check my surroundings.

I look around my surroundings and find myself in a room with a single bed, a cupboard and a desk, and a mirror. Staring at my reflection causes me to take a step back. Light blonde hair and red eyes

and pale skin. I look like a vampire, oh hope to whoever put me here it not godamm twilight movie.

I walk up to the window and move my hand slowly toward the light, and nothing happens, I am still cautious. Maybe I am one of the strong vampires. I fully crept towards the sunlight and

"no sparkling skin''

Let's check if I have fangs, I focus on my teeth and imagine blood and no sharp canines. Well now let's check who I am, I look 5 or 6. Shit, this kid had some high-level books for a young age Calculus, Human Anatomy, and Physics. So the kid was extremely smart. Let's meditate so I can get some context, maybe his soul needs merging as some fanfics had. I walk to the bed and sit down cross-legged and focus on my breathing, "In and Out, In and out". Slowly but surely my eyes droop and my mind stills. I always was talented at meditation in my life well previous life, looks like my focus came with me. Suddenly something unnatural happens as I feel a pull on the mind and instinctively following it I keep getting closer to the feeling until it felt like I had arrived. Opening my eyes, shock overtakes me as two different sized floating orbs surround me. One is huge like blue fire and has a familiar aura that is calling me, while the other is foreign and feels out of place.

Holding my hand to it filled, a warm feeling coursed throughout my body, the more feeling increased the more the orb dissipated. The black background also became lighter. Turning around to the smaller blacker orb, which I knew now belonged to the kid if I absorbed it right now my personality would alter which I do not want in any way.

"This place must be my "inner sanctum" or as people would call it mind-space. Hmmm, maybe I can alter it".

Willing there to be light, the previously dark gloomy atmosphere changed to a much tolerable color. Now that my theory about mind space is confirmed, I had an idea to solve the personality problem, I willed a computer to form, next I forced the sphere to become a Cd. Taking the orb-turned-cd and inserting in the cd-drive, showed me the contents. Deleting the personality folder, I downloaded the rest of the content. Soon all the answers came to me.

Ares Hazel Night, a 5-year old orphan living in Mary's Children orphanage, London. 1985. A kid who can remember every single detail that has happened to him since the day of his birth. I see memories of a lady dropping the kid in the footsteps of the orphanage then teleporting with a crack sound. Then memories showing of him floating things around, floating the bedsheets, repairing the crack in the walls. Moreover multiplying the food to eat more. Moreover, the kid had some cruel tendencies like making kids trip down stair just for fun. Seeing his memories I was shocked his name was not Tom Riddle. Where did that come from, the riddle guy was Voldemort from Harr

F**k I am IN Potter-verse. A world where a secret world lives in a 15th-century lifestyle, Old men groom children, and all these people have the power to bend reality. A single flick of the wand can decide the fate of life. There were myriad of emotions I felt, a dread of the unknown powers besides the canon knowledge, like what happens when some brash individual outs the whole community, or new dark Lords rising after the Voldemorts fall. And the happiness of having the power to bend reality to my will.

Well, what is my goal, because I was sure as hell won't be helping or be part of the golden trio.

One pathetic wizard that squandered his full potential to appease a ginger head. Didn't even try to train himself after the first year knowing a dead dark wizard was after you. Well, Dumbles might have been the cause with some potions or compulsion but at the end of the who knows. Then there is the Leader of light weather a miss guided fool or a cunning Dark Lord Ravenclaw.

My goal, my goal will be the same starting my organization and rule from the shadows both the mundane world and magical. And I sure as hell won't be caught slipping.