July 31st
4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey
There is a sadness known to many, waking up and knowing exactly where you are. Most find that as awareness comes to be there is first nothing, a lack of thought, a mercy of sorts.
Fortunately or unfortunately Harry James Potter was not such a lucky child, instead of the calm oblivion. His head was turned to slurry in a bombardment of foreign, yet not, memories.
Memories that in a way, might have been best to be forgotten completely. Yet now as pain in the cranium subsides, understanding arises.
He isn't simply Harry James Potter he was also a dead man reincarnated, a dead man named ###### ########. Strange, a nameless man, or simply a man who forgot himself.
But this was redundant, for right now, he remembered a different life, sure he didn't remember the faces or names of his friends and family, but everything else?
Most certainly.
This morning began heavy and disorientated. Then during the time which Harry or not Harry tried to reconcile his memories.
*Bang* *Bang**BANG!*
"Get up boy! Food's ready and you got to be out the house before 9!"
Shit right, I was beginning primary school today, … childish, but well I am technically a child right now.
I put on some clothes, ones that aren't too bright, my, no the man's style is more to my taste now.
I open the door of the cupboard, I squint as the morning sun pours through the windows in rivers of gold.
I am quick to sit at the dining table, sadly despite saying "Good Morning" Vernan and Petunia just ignore me, and Dudley is too busy gorging on Cereal to care.
Yet Here I was sitting at the table, thankfully the Dursley's weren't monsters, they fed me, put a roof over me and sent me to school.
I could, well Harry, me, could have been in a far worse position than now.
My sense are still unaccustomed to the child like body kinda? Not really?
I think to think extent I am feeling an imposter syndrome for my own body…? What was it called again?
Anyways it matter little now, unconsciously I eat what is placed in front of me, a surprisingly good meal, vegetables, fried egg and a few bacon strips.
I don't mind honestly, I am a bit too- wait me or the man? Whoever, is a bit too continuous of the healthy food.
After finishing, I take the dish, wash it, leave it to dry and get my backpack ready, Vernon seems surprised at my quite behaviour, right I was still a bit rowdy at this point in time.
He doesn't say anything just goes outside and I follow, me and Dudley get into the car as we are then driven to primary school.
We get there and the first thing in the classroom is introductions, honestly I zone out immediately.
My current mind is a half-assed mix of adult and child-like, completely unsure of what it is. I have yet to try and look through my adult memories, mainly because as soon as I try to I get a highly painful headache.
It would tear through my senses leaving me unable to do anything else.
"Ha- Po-"
Like genuinely it did not let me do anything else, I don't think I am able to actively look through them, more like that would just come up based on my current experience/thought pattern.
"Harry Pot-"
So now I am stuck trying to understand what in tho-
"HARRY POTTER!"
"Holy! Yes, what is it?"
Startled, I jump on to see the class laughing at me, I shake my head in confusion I then hear the teacher, Mrs. Shanar, based on the white board, says "We are doing introductions, can you please introduce yourself?"
"Ah yes, sorry" then I take pause to think of how to make it childish but not immensely so " My name is Harry, I like reading, math and fantasy"
"Good, please sit down now" Mrs. Shanar said, slightly annoying likely due to how I had been day dreaming.
I then debate what am I going to do during recess, or well free time. I might try and visit the libra-
"Hello, my name is Kuchiba Chisa, I like cats, art and origami" the girl right beside me speaks softly yet clearly.
My head snaps to the left side, there I see a black haired girl, her eyes ruby red, she is wearing a short black shirt, a frill red skirt and a red tie under her right arm.
She also has her hair tied in a bun.
Then I noticed something that to me should not be possible. A tacet mark. Right beneath the shoulder on her left arm.
What, but how?! Isn't this the Harry Potter world? Or did I just get thrown into some crossover mess.
Please for the love of all tell me I am hallucinating!
Unknown to myself yet, she notices me staring at the tacet mark and her eyes gain a cold glint, almost as if she is aware I recognize what it was. She then attempts to cover it with her small hand but is unable to fully conceal it.
However this makes me snap out of it, and let out a nervous sigh, I then whisper
"Sorry, I have never seen something like that! Where did you get it? Can I get one too?"
It was my obviously failed attempt at concealing my recognition, which I realized by the fact there was now a red string around my throat.
Not exactly visible, but fortunately or unfortunately my eyes were very sharp in this life.
Seconds later, the string dispersed and she spoke "Oh! Sorry I thought it looked bad… my mom said it was a birthmark!"
"It is a very cool Birthmark, but what does Birthmark mean?"
"Not sure, mom never did not want to explain it"
"Weird"
"Hey! My mom is not weird! She is the best"
At this I could only have a helpless smile, wondering if Lily Potter would have been a good mom. I know the mother of the man was good, sadly I can't remember her at all.
I then turned my head forward, looking at the teacher who was now explaining the alphabet. Right elementary school. He just ignored the babelling woman, admittedly she did her job well enough, just not for a kid with an adult experience.
Time passed surprisingly quickly, recess came.
It was short, only about 20 minutes, but that felt long for Harry, and nonexistent for the man. So somewhere in the middle the experience fell.
During the time, he managed to befriend Chisa, and some kid named Sven. They got along fairly well, but it was dull, conversation was dull, the games were dull, everything seemed dull. Even with the child-like, dopamine filled body of a five year old the time spent felt dull.
I hadn't managed to get to the library because the teacher had specifically watched us as we went outside into this small fenced area, one not even 10 meters across.
Then came the next lesson, learning numbers and addition, god I wanted to throw a tantrum and smite the damn classroom. At least the fright of the teacher would have been more entertaining.
Then lunch happened and we got several different choices, to go to the library, outside or stay in the classroom with the toys. As it turned out, only myself and Sven wanted to go to the library, the rest wanted to go outside.
So in the end we ended up outside, Sven had decided to join the other while I just sat down at the edge wondering if this is how painful my life will be from now on.
Lunch ends, next class begins, same old boring shit.
Last recess before end of day, finally get to go to the library.
In the library I find that a lot of the kid friendly books are actually stacked higher-
>:D
Time to pick something for the sake of being a menace!
I start looking through the book shelves, and there I stumble upon a treasure which makes this boring day truly worth it 'Fanny Hill' the argued first original english erotica.
There could not be a better book to have the adults have a heart attack. The more surprising thing is that it exists here. This book was banned almost immediately upon release if I am not wrong.
Oh the glee in my black little heart that I feel when I imagine the face of the librarian or teacher, whoever I can catch first XD.
Oh I am so excited!!!
Wait… Le The Fuck why does a simple thought feel like ecstacy, akin to what I imagine a drug is like, now that that is terrifying, I don't act like this, the man definitely didn't so from where?
Sure there is a love for pranks but outright feeling *ahem* bothered *ahem* by the idea??
Oh hell nah!
….
….
….
Anyway, where's the teacher?
I look at the book in my small hands, I skim, it is indeed what I thought it was, no I don't really care….
I'll have to think of a way to reclaim the book after the teacher/librarian confiscates it just to put it in the obvious kids section (:
So, now my small feet shuffling across the polished wooden floors I spot the librarian, Ms. Rowena.
Wait Rowena-
You know what? I just don't care!
I walk up to her and speak.
"Hello! Ms. Librarian, I am bit confused of what is written in this book, could you help me?"
Dismiss while reading some documents she asks "What is it that you are confused about"
"In the book it says that the lady- uh Fanny, seems to need to go to a room to make friends with gentlemen. Why?"
The librarian hearing this pauses, she looks at me "Can I see this book"
My face barely kept calm while in my head I am already laughing I lift the book for her to see only for the not child friendly cover to stare back at her.
1 second
2 seconds
5 seconds
Her eyes widen and she snatches the book before quickly hiding it in the drawer, sweat starting to form on her forehead.
I note down which cupboard exactly was that book in.
"Uhm Ms. Librarian, you did not answer my question?" I say while tilting my head widening my eyes and portraying the full strength of my childlike innocent expression.
She gulps, her eyes start darting around unsure of what to say. Her mouth opens about to speak but nothing comes out.
Honestly I feel kinda bad now, she is pretty and young, it is likely the book was here because of one of the older professors, I doubt she even recognized the name, she likely just saw the cover.
"Oh and one more question" at this point the teacher Mrs. Shanar comes in and a slight grin appears on my face despite my best efforts "why does it mention 'The house of pleasure' a lot a lot, it sounds fun! Can I go there?"
I managed to twist my smile into one of curiosity, yet I practically shout the question.
I hear glass shatter as Mrs. Shanar drops her cup of, most likely, tea as her face switches between pale, anger and pale again.
Looks like I found the owner of the book.
Then something even more horrifying happens to the adults. The other children HEARD MY 'Innocent query' of course, they now had questions as well.*grinch smile appearing*
What happened next was a 10 star comedy show as both the principal and vice principal get brought in by Mrs Shanor who was visibly guilty, and they were not blind.
The paralyzed, frozen in position, eyes moving across the scene, Librarian was stuck, unwilling and not knowing what to even do.
I can already tell we will have a new teacher tomorrow and that the Librarian will likely take a leave of absence.
Watching this a shiver goes down my spine, oh how much power I have just by being an oblivious kid!
In the end, our class went back to the classroom and were allowed to play with the toys. Unsurprisingly it took an hour longer, and a whole lot of screaming from outside for the parents to finally get their very curious children.
I do not regret it! Plus what happened if one of the actual children stumbled upon it?
At this point I admit, I am no child, just a menace to everyone around me!
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A/N: The title will be changed, anyway, how was the first chapter? For and question for the readers who read the mess that was my first fic on the site and the second is better but still not that great a fic, so the question is how was the passing of this first chapter, I tried to make it as ordinary/as peaceful as possible while also adding some fun elements to better introduce 'Not Harry'.
Anyway, please leave a few powerstones with me and have a nice day!