( A/N:- The plot or Oc characters and their backstories, names, events are merely my imagination Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. please read this fanfiction as a pure form of entertainment nothing else )

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That dimly lit room is messy with scattered plush toys and some weird looking dresses. A small child about the age of seven to eight could be seen sitting on the ground playing with a ball in an expressionless manner.

Aside from his unnatural calmness or to be precise a nonchalance in his, the child was pleasant to look at. He had dense yet soft black hair and stormy gray eyes. Aesthetic looking feature with a sharp and complimenting jawline there was an air of maturity about him.

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The kid doesn't turn around when the toys and snacks plate disappear from his room and doesn't look back when he hears someone flick their fingers. His eyes never wavered from the wall in front of him.

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He wasn't blanking out or oblivious to everything happening around like he appeared or to be specific he was very much aware of the surroundings. It can be seen by anyone who observed him closely to find out there was a strange glint in his eyes.

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If they have some mind reading power they could have heard his frustrations ' Oh God! Just how long is this going to take, damn it don't tell me, I'm never going to find out how to open it? '

His attention was on something only he could see and this was also the source of his impatience and frustration.

*gritt, gritt!* the boy ground his teeth in frustration ' Then be it so! I don't care about This damn thing anymore I'll just have to live without it ' his thoughts were hollow and depressed.

A bell sound came from the huge grandfather clock downstairs mysteriously the ball in his hand disappeared as soon as it bounced off of the wall the boy flinched little then sighed.

" Master Nathaniel! it's time for your dinner Zeffy made your favorite dish" a squeaky voice came from his behind.

With a resigned sigh he got up and turned to look at the surger high green little thing in clean uniform. " Yeah, sure, '' he said.

He was silently standing there and watched as the little elf disappeared from his now neatly tidied up room. He gulped down a few colorful words as he took a look at the face of his ever cheerful house elf.

🎶Yeah! I'm gonna take my horse to old town road

I'm gonna ride 'til I can't no mo-🎶

He whispered and sang one of his favorite songs but his cute childish face twisted into an ugly expression as if he was burning the small hope and frustrations in reminiscing of his old world memories.

His name was Nathaniel Reed, a soon to be eight year old kid who is currently living in London with his grandpa and one and only older cousin.

Truth to be told he wasn't a child as he find himself to be nor was he really a person from this world. Astonishingly enough he got reincarnated into one of his all time favorite fantasy novel series ; The Harry Potter or wizarding World.

It was currently the year of 1984, 16 October exactly about seven years before Harry on his way to Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry.

Anbu the identity of his previous life was a willful yet clever teenager from the 21st century an Indian citizen who lived a terrible childhood life due to being born in a place corrupted with gangs, drugs and politics.

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Out of all places in the country he was unfortunate enough to be born in such a place, his family also involved in drugs as small time brokers and just like the children in the neighborhood he couldn't continue with his study past elementary school and eventually got involved with this mess like most other children his age.

His childhood memories weren't the least bit pleasant, always shaded by violence and many other crimes. He even happened to witness the death of his uncle's family and soon realized his life would be ruined or even get killed if he stayed there any longer unable to extract himself or his family from that hellish place.

Plunging himself in things that distracts him from the horrific and inevitable truth he developed a certain kind of dependence towards stories, movies and songs delude himself out of reality that is his life.

Until one day he stumbled upon a chance to change everything . That's how he saw that when he accidentally found out the identities of a few undercover agents in that hellhole.

He doesn't know they were that careless or it was deliberate but to him a desperate teenager it was a good thing to gamble at least he thought they couldn't be that heartless.

For the sake of his future and parents' life he agrees to be their informer and help them in any way he can. Though he wasn't even a member of any gang he chose to help them for his future but still accidentally died in the crossfire.

He did understand the perspective of these bunch of lawless thugs and how they decide his worth as an insignificant and refreshing goods.

He doesn't know he got reincarnated into another world until his fourth birthday Nathan started to have these constant headaches alarming his grandpa and older cousin and had strange dreams for months but he slowly realized who he was and understood he got reincarnated.

The absurd thing is he was born in foreign country and that is into the past, he never imagined something like this possible but here he was it was only at this time did he seriously take the funny fanfictions on the internet.

He was puzzled and felt overwhelmed by everything happening to him and could tell he was born in the same or similar world by looking up India in the world map and being shocked that he was in London.

But this was nowhere near the shock when he witnessed his grandpa was a wand wielding capable wizard, his imagination took a deep dive from witnessing that astonished second he slowly found out about fancy magic stuff and whatnot.

He slowly tried to understand and deduce where he was by organizing all the bits and pieces of the information he could gather with tiny , weak body.

But Nathaniel now completely sure when he heard the name of international celebrity Albus freaking Dumbledore from his grandpa and came face to face with a reclusive house elf one day that's correct it wasn't until last year he had seen one.

Nathaniel went down the stairs to the brightly lit dining hall and raised an eyebrow " Zeffy, where is grandpa? Did he not stay in the Manor tonight ?"

"Old Sir, informed Zeffy that he wouldn't come home till late night and wanted Master take an early nap."

" Tomorrow is Master's birthday, Master shouldn't stay up late " the squeaky elf babbled on then with a flick of his finger the dishes appeared In front of his chair.

"Oh! " he nodded his head distractedly, he expected something like this ' There is no way grandpa Skipping dinner unless he went out for some important work' he thought to himself.

His grandpa Thomas was someone who was categorized as a disciplined person, despite being Oldman in his middle 60's he was always attentive and energetic exceptionally fit for a wizard of this century look like he was in his late forties.

He was also very strict in bringing up Nathan and wouldn't allow him to develop any lazy and unhealthy habits such as staying up late night, eating junk foods or eating in his rooms instead of dining hall even inhumanly made exercise schedules for Nathan and Lizzy.

If not for him being afraid of his grandpa's scolding he would have skipped dinner tonight as he wasn't in the mood nor had appetite but obediently came down who knew the old man was busy.

He didn't chit chat with Zeffy like any other day because of his low spirit and mounting frustration felt he couldn't keep up with the bundle of sugar high elf.

Coincidentally or not he was born in the wizard family that migrated from India. He is also a native who still takes pride over their culture.

His great great grandfather followed a Irish noble witch to settle down here whom he later married was only heiress to the noble wizard family in London by marriage he took their family name.

His great grandfather and sole heir to the family on the other hand said to an adventure spirit who was enthused to explore the world but also active in social reform and service especially had great love for his father's country.

So when he heard about poor conditions and treatment he took steps forward to settle these things and later dedicated a lot of his time to helping out Indian immigrants.

Went on married into an Indian migrated family daughter out of love and respect had a son with her. They later adopted two magical children from this temporary immigrant camp, who lost their parents to terrorist attacks at that time.

Nathaniel's own parents ironically died in the first wizarding war against Voldemort and his bunch of cowardly death eaters though he doesn't know the exact details his grandpa only said they died in war.

He was quite sure they weren't death eaters. They should be either unlucky victims or a member of a vigilante group like Order of Phoenix or something similar there is no way he would think they are supporting that megalomaniac dork lord.

Nathaniel was brought up by Thomas Reed though not his biological grandson but he was treated like one. That's correct Thomas Reed was one of the children that got adopted by his great grandfather back then, that pair of siblings.

He lost his grieving grandparents to dragon pox Only Thomas and Nathan survived this unexpected calamity. As a renown potion master Thomas managed to save himself. All the while toddler Nathaniel safely under the care of a muggle nanny.

His older cousin Elizabeth, who he was treating like his elder sister On the other hand also related via Thomas to whom She was a grand niece.

Though He could be only called part Indian or indian decentand he could live with that doesn't much bothered by If his luck was bad he could have reincarnated as Harry Potter and become target of snake like b****** This was better than that.

Although he was saddened by the death of his family, he was just one of the many young witches and wizards who lost their loved ones. At least his parents weren't pure blood sycophants like the death eaters. Besides, he couldn't even remember his time with them that much and only get to knew from their portraits.

" Thank you Zeffy! " he thanked the elf for the food as he jumped down from the chair and went up to his room at leisure pace.

' Maybe I shouldn't keep waiting for my cheat, this peace wouldn't last long ' he thought to himself when he sat on his bed.

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