Chapter 1: Awakening in Derry

Darkness. Silence. Then—pain. A throbbing, searing pain that crawled through his body like fire and ice intertwining, a contradiction of suffering and rebirth.

Levi Morningstar gasped awake, lungs burning as if he had been drowning. His emerald eyes snapped open, darting frantically to take in his surroundings. He was lying on cold, damp ground, his fingers sinking into dirt and rotting wood. Shadows twisted along the walls, the stench of decay lingering in the air.

"Where... am I?" he whispered, his voice hoarse.

"He's awake!"

The voice startled him, and in an instant, Levi's instincts flared. He forced himself up despite the sharp protest from his body, his gaze locking onto the small group of children standing before him.

He recognized them immediately. Bill Denbrough, Beverly Marsh, Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak, Ben Hanscom, Mike Hanlon, and Stan Uris.

The Losers' Club.

It hit him like a truck. He had died. Voldemort was no more. His Horcruxes had fused, and he had been reborn. He had the memories of Tom Marvolo Gaunt Riddle, but also the knowledge of a lifetime spent as an otaku. Harry Potter, IT, Stranger Things... I know all of this.

"Hey, are you okay?" Beverly crouched next to him, her warm brown eyes filled with concern. "You were out cold when we found you."

Levi frowned, glancing around again. He was in some sort of abandoned house, the walls peeling and covered in grime. Neibolt House. Pennywise's lair.

"We, uh, kinda found you in the creepiest place possible," Richie said, pushing up his oversized glasses. "And honestly? You scared the shit out of us."

Levi blinked, still trying to process. "You… found me here?"

Ben nodded. "You were lying there with that box in your hands," he said, pointing to a small ornate wooden chest.

Levi's heart clenched. He recognized the box instantly. He reached for it, fingers tracing the smooth carvings. Slowly, he opened it.

Inside, three artifacts gleamed in the dim light:

The Invisibility Cloak, folded neatly.The Elder Wand, resting like a sleeping beast.A silver dragon ring with the Resurrection Stone embedded in its back, inscribed with the words: "Take Me Up and Cast Me Away."

It was the Deathly Hallows.

"Whoa… what is that?" Mike asked, peering over his shoulder.

Levi hesitated. They don't know magic exists…

His fingers brushed against the ring, and in that instant, a flood of memories surged through him. The rise and fall of Lord Voldemort, the pain of death, the rebirth. He had inherited all his past selves, and now, here he was. A child again.

But something was different. He wasn't just Tom Riddle anymore. He was Levi Morningstar, son of Lucifer and Alectrona, reborn into this chaotic new world.

He clenched the ring in his fist and inhaled deeply before meeting the expectant gazes of the Losers' Club.

"I think… it's magic," Levi finally admitted.

Bonding with the Losers' Club

The group took him in, deciding not to leave him in the cursed Neibolt House. They walked him back into town, and along the way, Levi listened to their stories.

They called themselves The Losers' Club because they were outcasts—bullied, ignored, but together, they were something stronger. Levi, despite his past life's arrogance, found himself liking them.

For the first time in centuries, he wasn't surrounded by Death Eaters or those who feared him. He was just… a kid among other kids.

They took him to Bill's house, giving him some clean clothes and food. Beverly lent him a book, Ben showed him his poetry, and Richie bombarded him with endless jokes.

And for the first time since awakening, Levi laughed. A genuine, real laugh.

Revealing His Magic

One evening, after a week of living with the group, Levi decided to show them what he could do.

They were hanging out at the quarry, skipping rocks across the water, when Richie suddenly groaned. "Man, I wish we had some real entertainment. Anyone got fireworks?"

Levi smirked. "I have something better."

They turned to him, curious. He extended his hand, the Elder Wand appearing in his grip from thin air.

"Whoa," Eddie breathed.

Levi flicked the wand toward the water, and with a whispered incantation, the entire surface of the quarry lit up with golden fireflies, floating above the water like tiny stars.

The Losers gasped, eyes wide with wonder.

"Holy shit," Richie muttered. "You—you're like a wizard?!"

"Something like that," Levi said, watching the glowing lights dance.

"Can you do anything else?" Stan asked, hesitant but intrigued.

Levi grinned. He vanished in an instant, the Invisibility Cloak wrapping around him seamlessly.

"Levi?" Beverly called out.

He reappeared behind them. "Boo."

Richie screamed, tripping over a rock and landing flat on his back. The others burst into laughter.

A New Family

Days passed, and Levi felt something strange. Something he hadn't truly felt before.

Belonging.

He had once sought power and domination, but now, for the first time, he found himself wanting to protect these people.

They weren't followers. They weren't afraid of him. They were… friends.

And that scared him more than anything.

But Pennywise still lurked in the shadows of Derry. And Levi knew that one day, they would have to face him.

But for now, he let himself enjoy this new life. This new chance.

For the first time in centuries, Tom Riddle wasn't alone.