(AN: Hey, I would like to inform you that I will be publishing three chapters a week. On Sundays, Tuesdays and Thursdays. The chapters are usually about 1200 words each, and I don't know if this is short or not, but with the time I have it is the best I can do.
Iwould also like to say that I do not intend to abandon this fanfic, as I already have an idea of where and how it will end, and if you like it, please be happy to know that according to my prediction, it will have more than 300 chapters! *Applause!*)
So that's it, now stay with the story...
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A beautiful, sunny afternoon had settled over England — the kind that made birds sing, children laugh on their way home from school, and neighbors gossip over their fences.
But inside one of the cozy houses in that peaceful neighborhood, there was a boy, around seven years old, pointing his middle finger at the sky.
"Aargh! Fuck the almighty being who brought me here — whoever you are!" the boy cursed, his small face scrunched up in irritation and disbelief.
"I thought I'd get to enjoy this new life... Use my knowledge of the future to live easily, get rich, have fun... but nooo! Things just had to be more complicated!" he complained, before letting out a frustrated groan and collapsing onto his bed.
Staring at the ceiling, he stretched his arms up and shouted, "But why!? Why did it have to be me!?"
"Why the hell did I have to be reborn in the goddamn world of Harry fucking Potter!?"
Yes, as you've probably guessed by now, this wasn't an ordinary child.
His name was Ethan, and he had been given a second chance — a new life, through what could only be described as reincarnation.
In his previous life, Ethan had been born in the early 2000s, during an age overflowing with technology and entertainment. The world had been fast, loud, and ever-evolving — smartphones, video games, movies, anime — all at his fingertips.
He'd had a good life: a loving family, loyal friends, and the normal joys of a teenage boy. When he wasn't studying or hanging out, he spent his time immersed in stories — books, games, and fanfictions of all kinds.
Fantasy, mystery, sci-fi — you name it, he read it. Sometimes he even picked up dense academic texts just out of curiosity, though most of it went over his head.
Among all his favorite stories, none stood out more than Harry Potter. That magical world had captured his imagination since childhood.
But that peace didn't last forever.
In 2020, the world changed — a pandemic broke out. And not long after his seventeenth birthday, Ethan caught the virus.
He remembered the pain, the exhaustion... and then, nothing.
When he next opened his eyes, he was no longer a teenager... but a newborn baby.
In the 1980s.
Ethan had been born on April 9, 1980, in England, as Ethan Steven Night. To his great relief, he kept his first name from his old life — a small comfort in a sea of confusion.
His parents, Joshua Richard Night and Sarah Melinda Night (née Taylor), were a young couple just starting a family.
Joshua was a tall, strong-looking man with amber eyes and light brown hair. Sarah, in contrast, was elegant and soft-featured, with silky black hair and warm chocolate eyes.
Ethan inherited the best from both — dark hair with brown highlights and striking amber eyes.
They lived in a modest but beautiful neighborhood in Blindford, Devon, where life was calm and steady.
At first, Ethan was stunned — traumatized, even — by the absurdity of it all.
He had died. He was in the past. And he was a baby.
The acceptance came slowly, painfully. But when it did, Ethan made a decision:
If he was forced to live this new life, he might as well make the most of it.
And so that's what he did.
He grew up happy, surrounded by love and warmth. His parents doted on him endlessly — especially since he was their first child.
They spoiled him with affection, gifts, and more books than toys — which suited him just fine.
Being mentally a teenager made it easy to act like an intelligent, well-behaved child, and his parents quickly began calling him a prodigy. Ethan found it amusing, but he never corrected them.
Sarah and Joshua were kind, hardworking people — she was a lawyer, and he a surgeon — which meant the family was comfortable and secure.
Everything was normal. Peaceful... Until it wasn't.
It started when Ethan turned three.
At first, toys or books would appear in his hands without him moving.
Sometimes they floated. Sometimes they shot across the room.
Then came the emotions — when he got angry, lights flickered; when he got scared, the air turned cold; when he was happy, his toys would move.
These unexplained phenomena became more and more unnatural, and one noticeable thing was that they always happened when Ethan's emotions were very strong or out of control.
And by the age of five, things got even weirder. These strange and unbelievable occurrences started to become more frequent and more random.
He started feeling other people's emotions — anger, sadness, joy, and even malice. And sometimes, he could even hear faint whispers of their thoughts
And as if that wasn't enough, somehow he could understand animals. And as unbelievable as it may seem, they could understand him too!
At first, Ethan thought he was hallucinating. Maybe the trauma of reincarnation had finally broken him.
But the longer it went on, the clearer it became: this wasn't insanity.
This was power.
Ethan knew that these abilities and the strange phenomena surrounding him were far from ordinary. He had never seen or heard of anyone else capable of doing anything remotely similar.
Realizing that his powers could put his family in danger if discovered, he made it his goal to control — or at least suppress — them.
The last thing he wanted was for one of those incidents to happen near other people… especially his parents, who would probably have a heart attack if they ever witnessed something like that.
Ethan also knew that such powers couldn't have appeared out of nowhere. There had to be a reason behind all of it, and he needed to find out what it was.
That was how his search for answers began — a period of careful research and quiet investigation.
Ethan then began to study his powers more carefully, and it didn't take long for him to notice something unusual.
Making objects float with his mind, summoning things from several meters away, temporarily bringing his toys to life... all of it seemed part of a set of abilities that felt strangely familiar.
This realization, combined with the fact that he had been reborn in 1980s England — despite not having been British in his previous life — led him to a single possible conclusion.
However, even with a potential answer in mind, a small doubt still lingered. To put an end to it and confirm his suspicions, Ethan needed real, undeniable proof.
And it was the search for that very proof that led us to the events of this morning...
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~Flashback no Jutsu~
[POV – Ethan]
"Alright, this is it... the moment of truth. After all this planning, I'll finally be able to put an end to this mystery," I muttered to myself, staring at my reflection in the mirror with determination.
Today was September 1st, 1987, and after days of persuasion — and a bit of shameless cuteness — I'd managed to convince my dad to take me to King's Cross Station for a "train ride."
Of course, the real reason I wanted to go there was simple: it was part of my plan to find out if I was actually living in the magic world of Harry Potter.
And you might be wondering why I'd even think that in the first place. Well… the strange abilities I had — and the weird incidents that kept happening around me — matched almost perfectly with the description of accidental magic that young wizards release when they experience strong emotional outbursts.
So, going back to my plan: if this really was the wizarding world I'd read about and loved in books and movies, then today would be the start of the Hogwarts school year. That meant Muggle and wizarding families alike would be at the station, sending their children off on the Hogwarts Express.
Taking that into account, I came up with a simple but effective plan — go to King's Cross and look for any sign of witches or wizards. If I saw someone disappearing through the barrier to Platform Nine and Three-Quarters… then my theory would be confirmed.
'If this really is the wizarding world… sigh, my peaceful life is about to get a lot more complicated,' I thought, already feeling a headache coming on.
"Ethan! Come down for breakfast!" a woman's voice called out, pulling me from my thoughts.
Yeah, that was my new mom... Sarah.
"Coming, Mom!" I shouted back, before leaving my room and heading downstairs to the kitchen.
My parents in this life were something I thought I'd never get used to. At first, I believed I'd never truly bond with them. But after seven years surrounded by their love and affection, I had to admit... I genuinely loved them back.
My dad was cheerful, easygoing, and funny, always doing his best to make us laugh. My mom, on the other hand, was someone you couldn't help but love, respect, and admire all at once. Of course, she could be a little scary sometimes… but maybe that was just the lawyer in her.
Naturally, they could never replace the parents from my previous life, but they still had a special place in my heart.
I could've chosen to keep my distance, to act cold and detached, treating them like strangers. But every time I felt their warmth, their care, their genuine love for me… I just couldn't bring myself to do something so cruel.
And, in a strange way, maybe because I was truly their biological son in this life, I felt there was a real bond between us — something deeper that made me care for them even more.
"Hey, big guy! Excited for Boy's Day today?" my dad greeted me with a grin the moment I entered the kitchen.
"Hmph. Boy's Day," my mom scoffed as she placed a plate of eggs and bacon in front of me.
"What was that, honey? Is that jealousy I hear in your voice?" My dad teased, his grin widening.
"Jealous? Why would I be jealous?" she replied, crossing her arms. "Actually, you're the one who should be jealous, because I'm sure Ethan would rather spend the day with his wonderful mom than with his annoying dad," she said mockingly, shooting him a smug look.
My dad rolled his eyes, clearly amused.
Ignoring him, my mom turned to me with a bright, loving smile. "Right, sweetheart?"
And me, recognizing a trap when I saw one, gave the exact answer she wanted.
"Of course, Mom! Spending time with you is always amazing… But I don't want Dad to get sad, so today I'll cheer him up with my cute and beautiful face!" I said, putting on my most innocent expression — which obviously fooled no one.
"That's right, dear," my mom nodded playfully, "Your dad really needs both of us. I don't even want to imagine what would happen to him if he couldn't see our cute faces every day."
We both turned to look at my dad with matching expressions of pity.
"Alright, alright, you win," my dad said dramatically. "I couldn't live without the two most wonderful people in my life."
My mom and I exchanged amused looks.
"But anyway," she said, chuckling, "jokes aside, finish your breakfast soon. You don't want to be late for your trip, right?" She placed another plate in front of me — pancakes drenched in blackberry syrup.
"Yes, Mom," I nodded, my stomach growling loudly.
Without wasting another second, I started devouring everything on my plate while my mom watched, her expression a mix of affection and mild exasperation.
After my dad and I finished eating, we said goodbye to my mom and called for a taxi.
When it finally arrived, we hopped in, and as the driver began the trip toward King's Cross, I felt anticipation and anxiety twisting inside my chest.
Because deep down, I knew — whatever happened next would define the rest of my life.
End.
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