Confused Screaming

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Ch 1 Confused Screaming:

I love sleeping. It's one of my favorite pass times. You feel so refreshed. As I said, it's great. What is not great is not knowing where you wake up. That's a blunder. If you don't know where you are when you wake up, there are several options to pick from. One, you've been kidnapped, not a good thing. Two, you were so drunk that you don't remember anything from the night before, still not a good thing. Or three, you are in a hospital, again, not a good thing. Is it just me, or is there a pattern there?

From the looks of it, I am not in a hospital; I am what appears to be in a train carriage. I don't think that I have been kidnapped, considering that my job wasn't anything significant, just your average librarian and that I am free to move around. It seems like option two, by utilizing the elimination process, the fact that I'm on a train and appearing to be robed, I can conclude that I got wasted last night.

Feeling a stick-shaped object in my right hand, why would there be a stick-shaped object in my right hand? I don't know; maybe I decided that I was Harry Potter. Bringing up the item to my line of sight, I notice that it is indeed shaped like a wand. That is when a memory came into mind.

"Ah here, try this. 10 3/4 inches made of apple wood with a core of Unicorn Hair Core. Give it a swish and a flick, if you will."

What. Was. That. That wasn't my memory, and I am pretty sure that I have never met John Hurt. Okay... option four it is then. I am in a coma. This is quite similar to option 1, as I assume that I am in a hospital since I am in a coma. But, I could be in a coma without being in a hospital; you can have one without the other. I could be kidnapped while being in a coma or any other combination of the four options. Ugh, they were right; ignorance is bliss after all.

Looking at my hand again, I notice that it is smaller than usual. Why do I have any hand-eye coordination at all? I don't think this can be explained with coma bullshit. While looking down, I notice my cat, Schrodinger. He is a Chantilly-Tiffany with mesmerizing blue eyes and soft, luscious black fur. I start petting him. If he wanted, he could be a great therapist.

Aha, pain! I just remembered that you can't feel pain in dreams. Since dreams and coma dreams are both stories created by our minds, maybe the dream-pain technique can become the coma-pain technique. No, wait. I have heard that people in comas are alive but not conscious. But, then, what is consciousness? Am I not aware right now, or am I not in a coma? To be or not to be?

My deliberations were interrupted by the sound of knocking. "Come in," I say absent-mindedly. Waving my hand somewhat in a gesture that can be translated to come in.

The door opens up to reveal a boy with messy black hair and bright green eyes. His body was quite malnourished, at least what I imagine someone malnourished would look like. At a closer inspection, I notice that he has a lightning-shaped scar across the right of his forehead, and with growing horror, I realize what has happened, I have been transmigrated. "-Harry Potter."

Oh right, introductions. "Jonathan Booth" I hold my hand out to the boy, and as expected, he shakes it. Since I have been transmigrated, and since I have a wand, I can expect to have the other required Hogwarts items. I searched for my trunk, which after some searching and a couple of looks from Potter, I found it. As expected, a cauldron is filled with several glass flasks, which have various items that I really don't want to guess what's inside. And tucked neatly in the corner among some more robes, there is a collection of books. On top of the books, there is a letter with no return address.

Dear Mr. Booth,

I am sure that you are confused as to why you woke up on a train, with no memory of getting there in the first place. To keep it simple, you made a deal with me, a goddess. The exchange took place in my home. You do not remember this because you are a mortal; I needed to wipe your memory, or else you would go insane. Anyways, you must be curious as to what deal your past self made with me.

Every century, the various pantheons will have a competition to see which pantheon should rule the other pantheons. I didn't want to participate in this competition, but sadly the other gods have made it mandatory. You are to be my champion and fight for me in a series of battles, and in return, you will be granted a second life. As an extra incentive, the champion who wins will get a single wish; that wish can be anything from godhood to a loved one's reincarnation. I have included books that will help you grow more powerful.

Finally, you must be wondering who I am. I am Hestia, goddess of the hearth, home, architecture, domesticity, family, and the state. I once again apologize for bringing you into this.

P.S. The first task will begin in four years.

P.S.S I have placed you in the body of an orphan. The boy's crucial memories will slowly convert into your memories.

P.S.S If you wish to contact me, write a letter with my name instead of the address, then burn the letter in a fireplace.

P.S.S.S. I have brought your cat with you.

There are some significant concerns with that letter. First, I had my memories deleted, which is a big concern; I need to learn how to protect my mind ASAP. Second, I have four years to get as strong as possible; I need that wish. Third, isn't that some blatant manipulation for a goddess of the hearth? Fourth, what about the boy, is he dead? Eh, who cares, as long as I reach my goal, who cares?

I am going to ignore that letter for now.

There are two things I could be doing right now, talk with a pubescent chosen one with serious self-esteem issues, or learn how to manipulate reality, hard choice that one. Reaching for Magic Theory for Dummies with no author name, a gift from Hestia, I imagine, I start reading.

Three things are needed to cast a spell, the formation of a key inside the body (this is done automatically by the wand), willpower, and the necessary magical strength. When you incant the spell and move your wand in the correct movements, you create a key that unlocks your magical core. Willpower is then used to create a mold of the spell (this is done inside the wand), and finally, magical strength to fill the mold and cast the spell. You can learn to control the last step with what's called mana control, basically exerting your will over your mana and ensuring no mana is wasted. This also helps with the first step as it allows you to adjust the keyhole's size slightly. As long as a human is conscious, then they produce willpower. Willpower is another form of energy. However, willpower only has two uses, to create the spell mold and control your magic if the limiter ever fails.

A magical core is a limiter holding back magic produced by the body. The body is similar to a generator; it produces energy at the cost of something. In this case, it creates magic out of energy released by the soul. This reality directly rejects the souls' existence, so when a soul is introduced to the world, the friction generated by reality's rejection of the soul produces magic or mana. That explains why my original reality/dimension/universe didn't have magic either we didn't have souls or conflict with reality.

Due to the amount of magic souls produce, evolution created an extra organ that helps keep us alive and control magic, a limiter. Every living being and even some non-living objects, such as the Hogwarts Castle or Stonehenge, have magic. It didn't specify how non-living things have magic. Do they have a soul? Are they Horcruxes?

My musings were again interrupted by the door opening—Damm pubescent teenagers.

"Excuse me, do you mind? Everywhere else is full."

If it isn't one of the Weasleys.

"Not at all." I look up from my book to see that Potter is looking grateful for the interruption; apparently, the silence became uncomfortable for him. You know, I thought he would have been thankful for the silence, considering he spent most of his childhood in a cupboard. Evidently, I was wrong. Maybe it's for that reason that he doesn't like silence.

Okay, now that I have somewhat learned what magic is, time to cast the wand-lighting spell.

Lumos.

And nothing happened. What went wrong? I can skip the first and third steps since it's automatic. I need to use willpower to create a casing, then imagine the effects of the spell and all other specifics. The third step determines the brightness and power of the spell. So that leaves one thing that I need to do, learn how to control my mana.

There are many ways to control any sort of energy/power. You could stick to different things, such as leaves, water, and verticle surfaces. You could also do exercises (not physical, though I suppose that could help increase the maximum amount of mana one can have in their body at a time). Or you could use an outside interference to help control the output. I don't think that the last one will help much, considering that controlling the production is already a thing. So that leaves two options; each of them requires access to mana, which we don't know how to do yet. I would start reading now on how to do that, but the stress of waking up in an unknown place, realizing that I agreed to fight in a hunger games type tournament, and having my mind blown multiple times today, is incredibly taxing my body and mind. Back to sleep.

The door suddenly slammed open to reveal a bushy-haired 11-year-old. "Are you doing magic?" She kept on talking, and I only caught that she had done some spells and how she thought she was going to be so behind.

"Have you ever heard of knocking?" I drawled out, drawing out my inner Snape, with one eye open. What the hell, what is it with kids and showing up in the most impromptu times.

"Ah, sorry. I was just in a hurry." She said while blushing in embarrassment. "Anyways, have you seen a toad? Neville has lost one." Why would someone get a toad? What do they do besides croaking? They are literally useless. Cats are way better.

"No, we have not heard nor seen a toad." I closed my eyes and eventually fell asleep.

I woke up to the noise of Potter and Weasley discussing how great Dumbledore is. I look to see if we are nearing the castle, it was dark out, so I suppose we are arriving?. I looked around to see a mess of candy wrappers that Potter and Weasley made, couldn't they clean up? I quickly checked to see that both of them were robed and playing Exploding Snap. We must be getting near the castle. At least I missed the Draco fight. Do you think that Draco likes Harry? It would certainly explain a lot of things.

"Firs' years. Come closer. Four people to a boat." Said our local half-giant. He was wearing all brown, brown hair, brown eyes, brown overcoat, brown everything- well, except for his skin. He did sound friendly, if a bit clear-minded. How the fuck did his mom and dad go at it, like what?

As we got in the boats, I wondered how nobody fell. I don't think that four people can (or should, for that matter) use this boat. Also, is nobody going to talk about the giant squid? Oh, there it is, it just knocked over Neville. That's a big squid; it might be a Kraken. By the time we arrived on the shore, Neville had already gotten back on his boat, and we had got a glimpse of the castle. The movies certainly didn't do it justice.

After the short but entertaining boat ride, McGonagall picked us up and brought us before the giant doorway that leads into the great hall. Why do you need such a big door? I mean, it's bigger than Hagrid by at least three times, in both width and height.

"Welcome to Hogwarts. You are to be sorted into four houses, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. These houses are to be like your family for the remainder of your stay. All of the houses have produced great wizards and witches. You will be awarded points for your triumphs and demoted points for any rule-breaking. The sorting ceremony will start in a few minutes. You will be let in shortly." As soon as she left, whispers broke out on what houses they wanted to join. I didn't care, as long as I got my own room.

"So it's true? Harry Potter is coming to Hogwarts?" Said Draco. You know, I am willing to bet that Draco is attracted to Potter. I mean, have you seen the way he treats Potter? He becomes an entirely different person, he is always bullying others, but he takes it to another level when dear Harry is around.

"We are ready for you" I guess I missed the ghosts. "Now form a line, and follow me." As we walked into the great hall, the ceiling looked like the sky, to my surprise. Why didn't the founders just use a window? I don't know. It seems like so much more effort to enchant the ceiling. As we walked towards the teacher's table, I wondered where all the lights were coming from? Unlike the books, there weren't a thousand candles just floating around. There was only light.

"It's bewitched to look like the sky outside. I read it in Hogwarts: A History." Came the voice of Granger.

"Why would they do that? Doesn't it seem much easier just to add a window?" I muttered, well, I doubt that there was glass clear enough to do a project of that magnitude. On the other hand, there are bigass windows on the left and right of the great hall. And considering that the wizarding world isn't progressive. I doubt that they would make significant changes to an object on Hogwarts magnitude.

The way granger looked at me, almost like I was a nazi. "I'm just saying. It seems like a lot of useless extra effort if they installed a window, it would add to the realism," I mutter under my breath.

"But it's glass. What if it breaks?" She snorted.

"That's what unbreakable charms are for."

"I don't think that there were any unbreakable charms back then." She said in a voice that screamed superiority.

"How do you think the castle has stood through time?" I imagine that the real answer had nothing to do with unbreakable charms. But she wouldn't call my bluff.

"Well, it was constructed so well that it has lasted through time." She is playing into my hands.

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"And it survived all the various goblin wars and the other wars Britain has seen?"

"Well, muggle castles have survived through various wars." And with that, checkmate.

Omae wa mou shindeiru. A cheshire grin spread across my face like butter on bread. "But did they have magic?"

I turned to face the sorting hat, only to realize that our argument was louder than expected, and some of the students were staring at us. "Ahem, if the both of you are quite done, we shall continue."

"Abbot, Hanah." A short girl with strawberry blond hair walked up and sat on the stool. The hat covered her entire face except for her chin. A couple of seconds passed by when a female voice shouted "HUFFLEPUFF," and at that, the second table from the left erupted in cheers. I assume that the female voice was the sorting hat.

"Bones, Susan." A girl with auburn hair walked confidently to the hat, and just like before, we only had to wait a few seconds before the hat shouted "HUFFLEPUFF," and again, the Hufflepuff table erupted in cheers.

"Booth, Jonathan." That's me. I started my walk up to the hat confidently. Although I didn't care which house I would be placed in, it was exciting regardless. And then, to my growing horror, I remembered the hat could read minds. I needed to get out of here. But at that point, the hat was already on top of me.

"Ohoho, what do we have here, hmm? A reincarnator, not only that but one from another dimension, one that knows future events." A female voice came from my mind. I quickly recognized that it was the sorting hat.

"One that does not plan on saving the students in this school, even if they will face threats on their lives for the next eight years, hmm. I do think that you could be considered a threat to both this school and its students." Panic flooded my body. "Panic all you want, honey, but tell me this. Why shouldn't I tell all of your secrets to dumbledore, to the unspeakables, or the world? You know, I heard that there is a division of unspeakables, they deal with other dimensions; I'm sure that they would love to cut you up, hmmm? See what makes you tick."

At those words, the panic shed its skin and became horror. It clenched my heart, threatening to pop it if the speed at which my heart was beating continued. "Y-you have enchantments that don't allow you to repeat what you have seen in the student's minds," I said nervously at first, but growing in confidence, as I remembered some fanon.

"Hmm, and what makes you think that? Do you think that what you know from your world could be applicable here? While yes, you are correct, normally I wouldn't be able to tell the secrets of the students, as you said, like Tom Riddle, for example. That is unless they are a threat to the school like you are." All the built-up confidence came tumbling down like a tower of cards."So tell me, why shouldn't I liberate your secrets to the world?"

"B-because, I can take you out of Hogwarts, I-i'm sure that you haven't seen much o-of the outside world." I stuttered out an answer.

"Hmm? And what makes you say that, what makes you say that I haven't seen the world, I can read all of your memories."

"Y-yes, but since you know that I will be involved with the different pantheons, you are curious. I'm sure that you haven't seen the gods. I could take you with me." I started nervously, but my confidence slowly started building up.

"Hmm, you are right. You will take me with you for your tasks, and you shall help out the school for four years. She concluded.

"Okay, but one year of my choosing." I tried to negotiate.

"Two of my choosing." Came the immediate counter-offer.

"Okay, I pledge to help the school for two years of your choosing and bring you with me for my tasks." Was this what making a deal with the devil felt like?

After a moment of silence, she made up her mind. "You shall help out with the destruction of the basilisk, and you shall stop the death eater attack on your sixth year."

"SLYTHERIN!" Called her voice.

As I walked to the table on the far right, I noticed two things. First, my robes changed to green and white, and second, my sorting was met with complete silence, only for the applause to break out awkwardly after a few beats of silence. As I sat down, I sighed as I noticed the stares. The next seven years were going to be hard, assuming I survived.