I still can’t believe this is all real, six years ago I passed out while studying (playing videogames) at school after class and when I woke up I was a baby again. I still don’t understand why this happened to me, I wasn’t some amazing guy, I wasn’t some famous scientist nor was I some great inventor, I am just a simple student with some superficial knowledge of science and technology, I mean I know what a computer is, and I use the internet pretty much daily but if you asked me to “invent” those things I wouldn’t know where to begin. The only good thing about me was my extraordinary memory, but even that was wasted on me as I only seem to remember the wrong stuff. I mean I can barely remember what I learned at school, like everyone I tend to forget most of those things, but I do remember pretty much every episode of “friends”, ugh I can’t believe I will have to wait eight more years until I can finally watch friends again.
Staring out the window, Christopher black started to daydream again. It had been six years since that fateful day, when I woke up and found myself in Britain in the 1980’s luckily he was a student in Brussels in 2017, basically every student was taught Dutch, French and English so he had no problem adapting to his new environment. Although pretending to be a child whenever people were around being an enormous pain in the ass, I mean sure kids are happy just staring at the void for hours but as a conscious human being its fucking annoying, luckily all those years of daydreaming in class have prepared me for this.
My new name was Christopher Black, last living heir to the Black family. I am sure this name sound familiar to you, if you’re a “Harry Potter” fan. I am the son of Regulus Arcturus Black and some woman nobody knows. I was raised by my aunt Narcissa and her husband Lucius. At first, I thought I just happened to be reborn in some family of diehard Harry Potter fans, after all it isn’t that hard to change your name but after seeing them all use magic regularly I realized what was really happening. At first, I thought I had gone mental, but you know what, if this is indeed a dream then I do not want to wake up, this all is making my life so much more interesting.
I spend those few years familiarizing myself with magic, after all the Malfoys, being one of the sacred twenty-eight, have a long history and a vast heritage, and with that comes a pretty well-furnished library. It was easy to learn about magic with all that knowledge just lying around, I quickly got the hang of it, although I’m not sure if being able to use some basic beginner spells is something worth bragging about.
Anyway, if my memory was right then life is soon going to turn to shit when Voldemort returns I even though I will most likely be safe from him as I am a pureblood, I still want to be prepared in case anything happens. Furthermore, it is very unlikely that everything will go as smoothly as it did in the books, I mean let’s be honest Harry’s little “adventures” mostly pure luck and coincidence, I mean the boy is really just some smartass with a gigantic hero complex and an even bigger plot armor.
If I want to be ready when shit goes down then there are a few things I will need first of all is money, which shouldn’t be a problem considering I am the last living heir to one of the sacred 28 families, but still I need a source of income, money does run out and if I do nothing and spend recklessly I will end up penniless which would be pretty annoying and I need to be able to live on my own pretty soon because I do no plan on becoming one of Voldemort’s puppets.
Secondly, I need knowledge, and a lot of it, which shouldn’t be too much of an issue for now, but I need to buy books suited to my needs as the Malfoys don’t have a lot of really important books I can access, furthermore the truly powerful spells and rare, useful knowledge is kept in a private library.
Lastly, I need power, and I have a vague idea how to obtain it. Something you immediately notice when you start studying, is that the wizard society has not had any major advancements in a loooooong time, they just seem to reuse the same spells, and tend to be content with that, I mean arguably they could be doing it because they don’t have a real need to change as the most useful spells have already been invented but I can’t help but think that they are wasting a lot of potential.
Anyway, as a bored teenager without any magic power I of course have read a lot of fiction and have naturally dreamed before about what I would do if I one day woke up with various powers, I mean seriously I had pretty much access to thousands of different fictions and fan theories thanks to the internet, if there is one thing my generation did not lack its imagination.
But if I want to accomplish all those dreams I have to start at the beginning and that is getting my wand and to do that I had to be noticed (by sempai) by Narcissa. I used to think wizards got their wands before they went to school but I was wrong, they get them once they are able to control themselves, wizards go to school at eleven because that is the age kids where kids tend to be in control of their power. As the heir to the black family I have a lot of money, but it is all in my vault and I do not have the key and I doubt she would just give it to a child, so I had to start by gaining het trust.
Getting aunt Narcissa to trust me wouldn’t be too hard as I always acted as an adult and had already established a voice in the family, I mean sure my body is six years old, but my mind is still that of a teenager, furthermore I was 19 when I died, so I was already pretty much an adult already.
Anyway, I needed to get access to my vault and more importantly I needed a wand and to do that I needed to gain aunt Narcissa’s trust, now my behavior and maturity weren’t in question at all but controlling their magic power was something a lot of kids had trouble doing, it was not really that hard to control but a lot of kids take a long time to realize what they are doing, I mean have you ever had a conversation with a six year old? They are not really that smart.
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Ugh I am getting off topic again, anyway, I already know that the house elves were keeping an eye on me on my aunt’s orders after all a kid my age acting this mature and ready old books instead of playing in the mud or whatever kids my age do, tends to attract attention, so all I had to do was start to practice spells to send a message. It was not an advances spell it was just a basic levitation spell, I was basically just making a paper airplane fly in circles in the library, it was not at all impressive, but it showed I was in control of my magic and that was enough.
That day after diner aunt Narcissa asked me to fly that paper airplane again and when she saw it she told me we would be going to diagon alley the next day to get me a wand.
As almost every wizard in Britain I got my wand from Ollivanders, it would normally take a 3-hour car ride to go from Wiltshire to London but thanks to the floo network we got there instantly, how cool is magic seriously.
Before we got left aunt Narcissa wanted to talk to me privately about something.
“Christopher” she said with a serious tone.
“As you already know you are the last surviving member of the house of black, and this of course comes with some benefits, but it comes with even more responsibilities. The noble bloodline of Black can be traced back to the middle-ages and is one of the oldest of the sacred twenty-eight, today it is rich in gold yet poor in blood, the fate of our family lies in your hands, do not betray our expectations”
“I will do my utmost to ensure the survival of our bloodline aunt Narcissa” I said with a serious look in my eyes, I wasn’t lying, I didn’t plan to die anytime soon anyway and like a lot of people I plan to have kids someday too.
“this is the key to your vault, it contain the fortune our family has gathered throughout generations, do not squander it, the fate of our name is in your hands don’t allow it to die.” She said while handing me a golden little key.
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“Morning,” said Narcissa to a free goblin. “We would like to access Mr. Christopher Black’s safe.”
“you have his key, Madam?”
“I have it right here” I said, taking out the key from my breast pocket.
“Very well, everything seems to be in order, I shall have someone escort you to your vault.”
We followed a goblin named Griphook to my vault. As a member of one of the oldest wizarding families, my vault lied deep under the surface and was one of the largest, most protected vaults at Gringotts, I’m not even kidding, it was huge. When a wizard dies the contents of his vault gets passed down to the next generation, normally all of this should have gone to my uncle Sirius but… you know …. shit happened, so all of it went to me, honestly there is so much in this vault I doubt I could spend it all in one lifetime.
I stuffed a few thousand Galleons in a mokeskin pouch and joined aunt Narcissa, we then went to her vault where she took out some things for herself and left the bank.
We quickly made our way to Ollivanders, the shop was s narrow and shabby. Peeling gold letters over the door read Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C. A single wand lay on a faded purple cushion in the dusty window.
A tinkling bell rang somewhere in the depths of the shop as we stepped inside. It was a tiny place, empty except for a single, spindly chair and thousands of narrow boxes piled neatly right up to the ceiling.
“Good afternoon” said a soft voice. An old man was standing behind the counter, his wide, pale eyes shining like moons through the gloom of the shop.
“Good afternoon” I replied, “I would like to purchase a wand”
“son, you are far too young to buy one, at your age you wouldn’t be able to control your magic, terrible things could hap…” before he could finish his sentence I was already making a pen move and wrote my name on a piece of paper using magic.
“I think you’ll find I am able to control my magic just fine”
“Of course, of course then. Forgive this old man for his thoughts.” Ollivander spoke. “In all my life, I have never seen such anyone capable of such a feat at your age, you have a bright future ahead of you young man.”
Let me see." He pulled a long tape measure with silver markings out of his pocket. "Which is your wand arm?" "I am ambidextrous " I replied. "Hold out your arm. That's it." He measured my body from shoulder to finger, then wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor, knee to armpit and round my head. As he measured, he said, "Every Ollivander wand has a core of a powerful magical substance. We use unicorn hairs, phoenix tail feathers, and the heartstrings of dragons. No two Ollivander wands are the same, just as no two unicorns, dragons, or phoenixes are quite the same. And of course, you will never get such good results with another wizard's wand.
Mr. Ollivander was flitting around the shelves, taking down boxes. “The wand chooses the wizard, child.” Ollivander had already walked into the pile of boxes holding magic wands as he spoke.
The measuring tape also curled into a heap on the floor as he spoke. “Try this walnut and dragon heartstring. Nine and a half inches. Nice and flexible. just take it and give it a wave."
i took the wand and waved it around a bit, but Mr. Ollivander snatched it out of my hand almost at once. "Maple and phoenix feather. Seven inches. Quite whippy. Try --" i tried -- but i had hardly raised the wand when it, too, was snatched back by Mr. Ollivander. "No, no -here, ebony and unicorn hair, eight and a half inches, springy. Go on, go on, try it out." i tried. And tried. i had no idea what Mr. Ollivander was waiting for. The pile of tried wands was mounting higher and higher on the
spindly chair, but the more wands Mr. Ollivander pulled from the shelves, the happier he seemed to become. "Tricky customer, eh? Not to worry, we'll find the perfect match here somewhere -- I wonder, now - - yes, why not -- unusual combination. Mahogany and Thunderbird tail feather, 11 inches and exceedingly pliable very powerful at transfiguration, this is one of the last wands my grandfather made, he was a very famous wandmaker.”
As i held the wand I could feel a heat flowing from my fingers, the wand produced a little bird out of bright blue flames that circled around my body before disappearing with a bang, making little sparks rain down on me.
“Great! Wonderful! Congratulations on finding your wand.” Said Ollivander.
“Thank you, how much?”
“ten Galleons”
I gave Ollivander ten Galleons and left the shop and went by Flourish and Blotts where I bought the books on the Hogwarts first year curriculum, I wanted to take a lot more, but I didn’t want to make Narcissa suspicious, I would have to come back soon alone to buy what I really need. afterwards Narcissa also went to buy some things for herself and we went home.