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A soul drifting in the void suddenly found a light. Instinctively, it latched onto it.
He felt himself falling, then—
He jolted awake, breath ragged. His head was heavy, but his body moved on its own, sliding off the narrow bed. The orphanage walls around him were cracked, faded. He muttered irritably, "Damn, late again for office—"
But the words stopped. His voice.
It was… soft. High-pitched. Childish.
He froze. He coughed, muttered again, then spoke louder just to test. No mistake. It wasn't the voice of the man who had dragged himself through gray mornings, coffee, and overtime. This was a boy's voice.
Heart hammering, he stumbled to the cracked mirror near the door.
A stranger stared back. A boy, barely eleven. Dark hair. Pale skin. Eyes too big for his small face.
"What the hell…"
Memories stabbed into him, fragments not his own. The orphanage. The beatings. The loneliness. The scorn of the matron and other children. A name floated up, bringing a dull ache to his skull.
"…Darius," he muttered.
The moment lingered, before the door banged open. The matron shoved a yellowing envelope into his hands without a glance. "Letter for you. Don't waste my time, boy."
Darius blinked. A letter? Him? Nobody ever wrote to him. He was the boy everyone forgotten, the one everyone hated. Who would send him a letter of all the things?
He flipped it over. The address matched the orphanage. But the name—
Darius D. Kael.
For a second, he just stared. Then a laugh slipped out and almost disbelieving. "D? Seriously? What is this, some kind of joke? Are we playing One Piece rules now? All the guys with D in their names are walking disasters…"
Amused but cautious, he turned the letter around. That's when he saw it.
A seal.
An insignia he swore he'd seen before. Something out of books, movies—his old world. His stomach dropped. He broke it open, hands trembling.
The words inside made his breath catch.
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
He read it once. Twice. A third time, just to make sure he hadn't finally lost it.
His chest heaved as the reality sank in.
"…I've been transmigrated," he whispered hoarsely. "To the frickin' Harry Potter world."
The letter fluttered in his hand, as if mocking him. Magic, Fate. Darius D. Kael had just stepped into a world far bigger — and far stranger — than he could have ever imagined.