A New Beginning part 2

I was woken by my mother. She gently handed me a milk bottle, and I eagerly began drinking. As I sipped, a thought crossed my mind—why were both my parents at home? It was unusual. The house elves bustled around, appearing and disappearing from various corners of the room, busy with their tasks. It seemed as though they had much more work than usual.

Carried in my mother's warm embrace, I was taken downstairs to the hall. The sight before me was breathtaking—colorful balloons and streamers hung from the ceiling, and banners decorated with my baby pictures adorned the walls. Technically speaking, I was still a baby, but seeing my images displayed like this made me realize the occasion—today was my birthday.

Six months had passed since the day I first opened my system panel and began to understand its rules and laws. From that moment on, my days had been filled with endless exploration, crawling through every room I could reach. My parents were always around, doting on me, playing with me, and never straying too far. Not that I was complaining—it felt warm, comforting, and incredibly happy to see them devote so much time to me.

Whenever I was taken to the large garden behind our house, squirrels, small birds, and even snakes would gather around me. At first, my parents were terrified by how fearlessly I interacted with these creatures. Sharing my food with them was natural to me, though it took some time for my parents to grow accustomed to such sights. But after a while, they accepted it, as even they could not deny what was obvious—animals, just like people, could not resist my charm.

Speaking of our home, calling it a mere house would be an understatement. It was more of a palace—grand, majestic, and hidden within a community of non-magical beings. Concealed by the Fidelius Charm, our home remained unseen and untouched by the ordinary world. Ever since the incident in the park months ago, my parents had chosen not to take me outside beyond our garden. People who looked at me could not help but feel drawn to me, compelled to care for and adore me. Many parents of young children had tried to approach us, eager to build connections, but since we belonged to a different magical world, my mother decided against it. And so, for now, this palace and its surrounding garden were my entire world.

Not that I minded. With this small body of a one-year-old, even a duplex house from my previous life would have seemed like a vast labyrinth. However, one thing that truly baffled me was my parents' obsession with recording my daily life. Every moment, from my sleeping expressions to my bath time, from me drinking milk to playing with squirrels and house elves, was documented. Even the house elves took it upon themselves to check on me as they worked, as if it was their responsibility to ensure I was always safe and happy.

A few months ago, after my bath, my father had brought a mirror and placed it before me. That was the first time I truly saw my reflection—Aimè DuPont, an enchanting vision of innocence and charm, a celestial gift wrapped in the guise of a child. My soft golden hair, kissed by the sun itself, cascaded in delicate waves, perfectly framing my cherubic face.

My large, oceanic blue-green eyes shimmered with a quiet curiosity and untainted joy, as if they held the secrets of the universe yet remained untouched by its burdens. They were the kind of eyes that could melt even the hardest of hearts, drawing love and adoration from anyone who gazed upon them. A faint blush dusted my cheeks, the perfect finishing touch to my impossibly endearing expression.

I embodied effortless cuteness, as if the very essence of warmth and comfort had taken a human form. My small hands reached out to grasp a colorful milk bottle, my delicate lips pursed around the straw, sipping away with an innocence so profound that even the gods would pause to admire the scene. My fluffy golden hair swayed gently, exuding an air of playfulness and purity.

Aimè wasn't just a child—he was a presence that radiated love, peace, and an undeniable pull that made all creatures, divine and mortal alike, long to bask in his existence. Beings of all realms—angels, elves, spirits, and even deities—would find themselves inexplicably enchanted, drawn to his light, his purity, his boundless charm. The universe itself seemed to cradle him with care, as though he was its most precious treasure.

To look upon him was to feel an overwhelming desire to cherish and protect him. His mere presence was a gift to the world, a rare, irreplaceable wonder that no one could resist adoring.

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The warm water in the tub brought me back to my senses. Then… I found myself in the midst of a fierce battle—with a rubber toy.

Blabbering incomprehensible commands, I waged war against the tiny rubber boat, determined to sink it. No matter how many times I pushed it down, it stubbornly bobbed back up, refusing to surrender. My tiny hands slapped at the water, sending ripples across the surface, but my adversary remained afloat. The war raged on, neither side willing to concede.

Click!

The sudden sound of a camera shutter echoed in the bathroom, bringing the battle to a halt. Startled, I looked up to see my father holding out a camera to our ever-diligent house elf, Beannie. His expression was one of pure amusement, as if witnessing a monumental event that needed to be documented for the ages.

Feeling the drowsiness creeping in, I cast one last look at the rubber ship. With a solemn nod, I acknowledged an unspoken truce—for now. But deep inside, my resolve remained unwavering. One day, I would sink that stubborn little boat.

Carried in my father's arms, wrapped snugly in a soft towel, my thoughts began to wander. Harry Potter… Fantastic Beasts… the worlds I once knew so well. True to the goddess's words, my memories of my past life were gradually fading. The detailed events, the twists and turns of the stories I once held dear—everything was slipping away, like sand through my fingers.

At first, I tried to hold onto them, fearing the loss of knowledge that could shape my future. But now, I found myself at peace with it. After all, this world was different from the books and movies. The Hogwarts I would one day step into was not bound by the same pages I had once read. The characters I vaguely remembered—their names, their faces—were all that remained. But perhaps, that was enough.

The weight of my thoughts grew heavier as I was gently placed onto the bed. The soft sheets enveloped me in warmth, lulling me further into the embrace of sleep. My eyelids fluttered, struggling to stay open.

As my vision blurred and my consciousness faded, I went off to a deep slumber.

Floating in my dream, I found myself sitting in front of a large white cake with a single candle on it, signifying my first birthday. I could see my parents holding me and chatting with a couple. The lady bore a striking resemblance to my mother—perhaps a half-Veela—and the man was deeply engaged in conversation with my father. However, what took me by surprise was how they couldn't seem to take their eyes off me, as if everything else paled in comparison.

A small girl, around four or five years old, peeked at me from behind the lady's leg. She couldn't seem to look away, as though I were more important than the sweets and chocolates spread before her. A large bar of chocolate was melting in her tiny hands, yet her gaze remained fixed on me.

After what felt like an eternity, I found myself being carried into a garden. There, a magnificent green carriage drawn by Pegasus-like winged horses came into view. As it came to a halt, the door opened, and a tall, elegant woman stepped out.

"Madame Maxime," I thought instinctively, unable to stop myself from recognizing her. She approached my mother, embracing her warmly, but even as they exchanged pleasantries, her eyes kept flickering toward me.

Then, without warning, a swirling grey vortex pulled me out of the dream world. It was one of the ways I foresaw the future—one of my abilities known as clairvoyance. The goddess had promised me this power in exchange for my past life's memories, granting me the ability to glimpse the future through my dreams.

As I woke up, I was greeted by my mother's radiant smile, filling me with an overwhelming sense of happiness.

Click!

And ...Another picture was taken.