A crimson glow covered his eyes. Itachi Uchiha knew it was the end. The pain of death tormented his body, every cell screaming defeat. He saw his younger brother, Sasuke, his hatred and thirst for revenge, but in Itachi's eyes there was only calmness, and... hope. Hope that his sacrifice would not be in vain, that the future of the village would be protected.
But instead of falling into eternal darkness, Itachi felt something else. An unknown force, powerful and unfathomable, was tearing him apart and immediately reassembling him. The world around him turned a kaleidoscope of bright colors and then fell into absolute silence.
He opened his eyes. Not the tired eyes of a warrior who had seen so much pain, but the small, clear eyes of a baby. He was lying in a cradle, warmly wrapped in a blanket, and a strange woman with a soft smile was leaning over him.
"Welcome to our world, Itachi," came a melodious voice.
Itachi?
Had... had he been... reborn?
When he opened his eyes again, an unfamiliar face appeared before him, radiating tenderness and care. It was a woman with long, black hair gathered into a tight knot. Her eyes, dark and deep, looked at him with warmth, in them he vaguely recognized features that reminded him of his own clan.
"Our little Itachi," the woman whispered, and her voice was full of love.
"Our boy."
Slowly, day by day, Itachi began to realize that he had been reborn. He was an infant, a child. And he was surrounded by a world unlike the one he knew.
The woman who called herself Mikoto Uchiha appeared to be his mother, and the man with a stern look similar to his own, Fugaku Uchiha, his father. They lived in a large old house full of mysterious objects.
Itachi tried to act like a normal child, but a cauldron of memory was simmering inside him. He remembered his past life, his skills. But he realized that now he was weak, vulnerable, and would have to adapt to a new reality.
Years passed. Itachi grew up surrounded by care and attention. His parents, though strict, loved him with all their hearts. He watched them use strange magical objects to create magic and was mesmerized by their ability to control the elements.
Itachi was an intelligent and inquisitive boy. He was a quick learner and excelled at everything he took on. He read books and studied the history and culture of his new world. He was eager to understand magic, but was slow to show his interest. He realized that any display of unusualness could raise questions.
While playing in the garden, Itachi accidentally tripped but didn't fall, instead he slowly hovered in the air for a moment before sinking back down to the ground. He was as surprised as his parents, who were watching from the window.
"It happens," Fugaku muttered, trying not to show his surprise. He knew that children often showed magic in this way, especially when their emotions took over.
Itachi, on the other hand, began to observe his emotions more closely. He realized that they were the catalyst for these outbursts. He had to learn to control them for more than just his own safety.
At the same time, the tuberculosis that Itachi had inherited from his past life was not receding.
The coughing kept him down, especially at night. Mikoto and Fugaku, concerned about his son's condition, bought special potions for him, which helped, but only temporarily. Itachi tried not to show his weakness, he remembered the pain he had caused those around him when he was sick in the past.
At the age of eight, another turning point occurred.
Sitting in his room, he was going through old books when he felt a burning sensation in his eyes. A sharp pain shot through him and the world around him went dark. When his vision returned, he saw everything in a new light. His irises were bright scarlet, and two tomoes flaunted on them.
Sharingan! Itachi couldn't believe it. Had his power been reborn with him?
He was startled and immediately suppressed the awakening of his power, returning his eyes to their former color. This became his secret.
He continued to grow, outwardly remaining an ordinary boy, but within him lurked secrets and powers he had yet to uncover. He studied magic by watching his parents and trained in secrecy using his skills from his past life.
Itachi realized that life had given him a second chance, and he had no intention of missing it.
The eleventh year of Itachi's life began with a surprise. On the day of his birth, when he woke up with the first rays of sunlight, he noticed a parchment tied with a purple ribbon on the windowsill. On the envelope, written in elegant script, was Itachi Uchiha, Uchiha Manor, Scotland.
Itachi's heart beat faster. He already knew what the letter was. An invitation to Hogwarts.
He quietly got out of bed and went downstairs, where he found his parents at breakfast. They smiled at him and Mikoto, without waiting for him to say a word, said with a beaming smile:
"Happy Birthday, Itachi!"
Fugaku nodded, and for the first time in a long time his eyes glowed with pride.
Mikoto and Fugaku told him about Hogwarts, its history, its four faculties, its mysteries and wonders. They talked, but there was a note of worry in their voices. They led a reclusive lifestyle, and sending Itachi out into the big and noisy world of the school was not easy for them.
"We've put aside all the necessary shopping for your birthday, Itachi," Fugaku said.
"Tomorrow we'll head to Diagonal Alley."
All night Itachi couldn't sleep. He went over everything he knew about Hogwarts in his mind and wondered what lay ahead.
He tried to keep his sharingan under control, but sometimes it flared up, giving away his excitement.
The next morning, after a quick breakfast, they set off.
Diagonal Alley. It was exactly as he had imagined from the books. Stalls with cauldrons, mountains of books, wand stores and cages of owls, all mottled with colors and smells. He walked beside his parents, looking around carefully. He tried not to show his surprise, but there was a real storm raging inside him.
The first thing they did was look in Madame Malkin's robe store.
Then they went to Books and Scrolls, where Itachi was picking out textbooks for Hogwarts. He stopped in front of a shelf of Defense Against the Dark Arts books. Taking one of them, he ran his fingers over the cover.
"Interested?" - Mikoto asked, noticing his gaze.
"Just studying."
He knew that defense against the dark arts was an important part of learning, especially for him.
They bought cauldrons, potion ingredients, quills and ink, and finally it was time to visit Ollivander's store.
Itachi stopped in front of the door.
Inside they were greeted by Ollivander, a tall thin old man with silver eyes. He looked at Itachi with interest, as if he could see right through him.
"Very interesting... Let's give it a try."
He began rummaging through the boxes of wands, looking for one that he thought might fit Itachi. One by one, the wands bounced off of Itachi, creating strange effects: then an icy wind struck, then a bright light flashed.
Finally Ollivander stopped and held out a long dark wand to him.
"Hawthorn, unicorn hair, ten inches, somewhat flexible," he said.
Itachi took the wand in his hand. As soon as his fingers closed around it, he felt warmth and strength spill throughout his body. He looked at Ollivander, and he nodded with a slight smile.
"Yes, that's her. Very interesting," the old man muttered.
"Hawthorn is a rather difficult material, and not everyone can do it, and unicorn hair has the most real magic, but not as strong as others. I am sure that this wand will help you achieve great things, young Uchiha, but only in your hands. It will require your character and your will."
They left Ollivander's store with a sense of accomplishment.
Itachi clutched his wand, feeling its magic pulsing in his hand. He knew he was in for a rough journey, but he was ready.
His parents looked at him with pride. They realized that their son had entered a new stage of life and were ready to support him in everything.