I floated in nothingness.
The world I had once known was gone—no body, no heartbeat, no breath. Only my soul drifted in an endless black void. Time itself felt meaningless here, stretching on without end. Perhaps this was death. Perhaps this was all that remained of me.
And then I heard a voice.
"You are a curious one," it said. Deep, resonant, neither male nor female—something beyond mortal understanding. A ripple of light appeared in the distance, and from it emerged a figure cloaked in shifting stars. Its very presence pressed against me, heavy and divine.
"Who… are you?" I asked, my voice trembling though I had no lips to speak with.
The being tilted its head. "Call me what you wish—god, goddess, fate, chaos. It matters little. What matters is this: you are fortunate. Your soul has drawn my attention, and I shall grant you… three wishes."
My breath—or what passed for it—caught in my chest. Three wishes. Reincarnation. A chance to live again. My mind burned with possibility, but one thought rose higher than the rest: the world of Harry Potter. I had read those books, seen that universe, and knew just how fragile and foolish wizards and witches could be. If I had power there… I could surpass them all.
The deity's form shimmered, as if amused by my thoughts. "Choose carefully, little soul. What you wish now will bind your eternity."
I steadied myself and spoke my first wish.
"I want the genius and beauty of Elaine the Wandering Witch."
The deity's gaze pierced me. I remembered Elaine—her brilliance, her absurd talent, her unmatched grace. A witch who mastered what took others decades in mere years. That was what I needed: a mind sharp enough to shatter limits, a beauty that could enchant gods and demons alike.
"Granted," the deity whispered, and I felt my soul shift, sharpen, ascend. My very essence seemed to blaze with newfound clarity.
My second wish came without hesitation."In the Harry Potter world, you're nothing if you don't have lineage. I want to be a direct descendant of Merlin himself. His blood, his power, his legacy. But—make me an orphan. No parents, no strings. I'll forge my own destiny."
The deity's starry cloak stirred, like waves crashing in silence. "Blood of Merlin, bearer of the oldest name in wizarding history. Granted. But beware—the world will expect much from you."
My soul thrummed, ancient magic threading through me. Power, heritage, authority. I could already imagine the looks on Dumbledore's and Voldemort's faces when they learned of my name.
Finally, I made my last wish. The one that would ensure my reign never ended.
"I wish for eternal youth and immortality. To live forever. To never wither. To never die."
The being's light flared brighter, and for a moment, I swore I saw its lips curl into a smile. "A bold wish. Greedy, selfish, glorious. Granted."
Immortality wrapped itself around my essence like chains of diamond. I would never fall to time. I would never rot in the grave. I would endure, eternal and untouchable.
The deity leaned close, its voice echoing directly into my soul. "Three wishes granted. Now go, little witch. The world awaits. Rise in magic, rise in glory. And remember—immortality is a long road. Loneliness, too, is eternal."
Before I could respond, the void shattered.
Light consumed me, burning away the black nothingness. My soul was hurled forward, into a new vessel, into a new life.
The world of Harry Potter awaited.And I would rule it.