Aeragon had lived his life happily. He looked around the room at the various bookcases, posters, and items scattered around. All of them had one thing in common – they were all related to the Harry Potter series. Autographed copies off all the seven books were arranged in the cases along with first editions of all the spin-offs. Posters of various characters in the series were stuck all over the walls and several more were kept rolled at the bottom of the closet. The closet held several sets of clothes easily recognised by any HP fan, a set of quidditch robes, school robes and various dress robes. They looked well-worn from the many conventions they had been to.
All this was from the deep love Aeragon held for this particular series. He was born to a rich family but a weak body kept him mostly isolated. His parents loved him all the same and let him indulge in his interests. Unfortunately, his medical condition allowed him only a little more than 20 years on earth and he knew his time was at its end. He lay on his bed, in the room holding all his prized possessions and finally breathed his last.
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Or did he?
He suddenly felt as if he was hurtling through a series of multicoloured passages at breakneck speeds before jolting to a sudden stop. He was surprised but he took it in his stride. It was warm and comfy where he was, in fact it was too comfortable and he fell asleep.
The next time he woke he could feel something pushing him downwards and he was suddenly out of that place. It felt cold and uncomfortable and he could hear himself crying loudly before he finally realised his situation. Like in some of the other books he had read, he seemed to be reincarnated after his death.
He felt conflicted about it. On one hand, he didn't pass on and earn his final rest but he also had another chance to live his life. His conflict was washed away when he heard the next words.
A lady's voice, seemingly his mother, was saying, "oh, what a beautiful boy! He looks so healthy. Thank you, healer Karen for all your help. The healers of St. Mungo's truly live up to their reputation."
"It wasn't any trouble at all Kaela. It is all in the magic. Take these potions for the next two days and you will be right as rain. You should already be well enough to take the knight bus home by tomorrow itself."
Aeragon was jolted to the core. He hadn’t heard wrong had he? Healers, St. Mungo's, magic, potions, Knight Bus...... all these words were running around his head repeatedly as he realised the implications of these words. He had reincarnated into the world of the HP series he loved so much. He felt like shouting out in joy. Unable to control himself in his infant body, he started laughing and cooing aloud bringing broad grins to the faces of his mother and healer Karen who took it as an excellent sign of the baby's health.
He was in the world of harry potter and he was going to grab his second chance at life and live it to the fullest!!