Chapter 2 - Living

After walking through the door, I saw a light. It felt like the light of a trillion suns. It was... intense. Suddenly, the light disappeared and darkness remained. But then, I woke up. I was on the streets. The buildings around me looked very nice.

Got up and started walking around. I saw a person and asked him where we were. He said, "Privet Drive located in Little Whinging in Surrey, England."

"Okay, thanks sir!", after saying these words I walked away.

I kept walking until I saw a boy with glasses. He had a scar. Seemed like a nice kid, but I had no relation to him, and he was a stranger so I waddled away.

3 Years Later

I'm 11 years old now. After a year of walking around and doing research on history. I spent another year doing miscellaneous shit. Then I spent 1 more year in school. During all of this time, I was practicing. Practicing my skill with a sword.

During summer vacation, I went to get buy food. After buying food, I walked home. My house was a small small house. It was only 15 by 15 feet. It had one bed. A small table next to the bed. A stove. A counter and a few pots and pans on it. I was very good with keeping myself clean. So I only needed to clean myself every 2 days.

Too bad I didn't have a shower otherwise I'd be taking a shower everyday.

I looked at my bed and there was a letter addressed to me. A letter saying I had been accepted to a school named... Hogwarts. What a dumb name. What, did one of the founders have a dream where a f*cking warty pig lead them to where they would build the school? That's impossible.

I kept reading the letter and then, the door opened. There was an around 60 year old woman, with a stern face, an intimidating aura, and black hair. She gave of an aura of sheer strictness. Her clothing was similar to the clothing of the wizards and witches in my old world. I managed to find out that witches and wizards existed, by finding an evil wizard. The wizard was hard to catch. Even harder to capture and interrogate. It was even harder to kill him.

I learned that wizards were able to pull off a bunch of crazy things. So I was alert of the woman. Too bad I couldn't do anything, so I just sat on my bed holding the letter.

I spoke to the intimidating woman, "Hello there, ma'am. May I know your name and why you have come to my home?"

"Do I need any supplies?"

"Yes, they are all listed in the letter."

She took a bag out, "In this bag, there is the amount of money you need for the supplies."

"Is there anything else I need to know?"

20 minutes later...

"And that is all you need to know. See you later."

"Ok, have a good day."

Then, she walked out of the door.

That was too much knowledge to take in. I got up and grabbed something under my bed. Under the bed was a wooden sword. It cost me a lot. Around 20 pounds.

Diagon Alley reminded me a lot of my old world. The architecture was similar to most of the villages. It was cool. I walked to Ollivanders. A wand store.

I walked in and was greeted by an old man. I walked to the counter and asked for a wand.

He spoke, "Ah, you seem peculiar. It's like you're a 37 year old stuck in the body of an eleven year old. I wonder what wand to match you with."

He got a wand and gave it to Legend, "Here, try it. It's a 13 and a half cypress wand with a Phoenix feather for the core."

I held it. It released a red mist. It smelled of blood and metal. The mist disappeared and a bright light replaced it.

He smiled and said, "This wand it for you. It'll be 7 galleons."

"Thanks!"

I paid and left.

I walked out and bought my supplies. I started walking home. At home I ate and went to sleep.