'' = thinking. "" = talking. () = author, me speaking to you
He burned. Every inch of his skin, muscle and bone screamed in absolute agony. His eyes opened wide and for a moment, all he felt was sudden, hellish pain. Then he wished and begged for death. He didn't care to question why or how; he wanted to die. If death could stop the pain, he'd happily kill himself and he was ready to bite his own tongue to escape it.
But he couldn't and panic set in; 'how will I stop it if I can't kill myself?' he dreaded. His body felt foreign, his movements sluggish and though he should have been streaming at the top of his voice, all he heard coming from his mouth, forgetting the laughter and a sound suspiciously similar yet not the signature sound of star wars lightsabres, was a tiny wail of a child.
Suddenly as swiftly as it came, it was gone. He gasped at the release from the 5 star, 4d experience of the deepest, darkest pits of hell. The sheer loss of that excruciating pain felt heavenly. His mind struggled to process what had happened, or where he was at, but as he brought his hand to wipe the wetness on his forehead, and what saw made him freeze; his hand came back red.
It wasn't the blood, don't worry, he had had worse injuries like breaking his hand during a game of field hockey match so bad that some of his hand bones were on the floor and he had to be rushed to hospital and be given 3 surgeries and 2 litres of blood to get back to normal. It was not even the fact that he had suffered the worst pain ever, and he was quite used to it from sports either, it was the size and colour of the hand: it was a child's...And it was black.
His mind immediately went to the legendry concept of reincarnation, he had read many fanfics and manga even if he was British and was and Iseki lover, yet experiencing it 10himself, he was shocked. But the evidence was right here, his body, that of a 10- or 11-year-old.
He had been a professor in physics at Cambridge with a wage of about £115 000 ($155,871 as of 15th august 2025), had 2 great siblings that he loved and a good, stable job and gorgeous, loyal wife. he was also a very determined person with a PhD in maths and physics. Oh, and he was also white British.
It had been December and his wedding anniversary, and his friend had volunteered to do the rest of his lecture so he could go home early, and he had accepted joyously. But he had been too enthusiastic and not seen the oil container truck that was coming and been crushed by it.
However, he could remember from a 3rd person viewpoint the chaos that happened next; the truck had veered to the left and stopped just in time to avoid another collision, but a girl that had seen my death had screamed causing a flock of pigeons to take flight and one of them distracts a window cleaner on the top of the building that the truck nearly crashed into and he drops his cigarette and the idiot truck driver had forgotten to close the lid of the container of extremely flammable oil and the cigarette had fallen in to the oil and long story short, 73 deaths and 102 injured— nope, 74 dead and 101 injuries. 'God Dayam' I thought as I saw the chaos caused by my death. 'Well, that's one heck of a way to end things' I thought amused.
He remembered this life and his name, Axel S. Hunter. And all other things were blurry.
But then came the undeniable question; 'where and when was I?', but the first was answered quickly from I heard next. "fu*king muggle scum, spreading like a bloody disease "looking up, I saw that it was said by a man 5 foot 7 or 8 inches wearing black robes and a weird black mask with patterns on. 'Harry Potter' I thought in fascination. But it was short lived as I remembered the man's words, and looking back again, I confirmed it; this was a death eater attack and I was a muggle. It also explained the pain earlier; the Cruciatus curse. Cold dread poured over me as I realised that I was in grave danger.
I turned around and tried to run, but curse had damaged the nerves in them and even if I could run, my minuscule legs couldn't have run very far or fast. I fell forwards and began to crawl when I heard cruel laughter and with a sudden pain to the left of my abdomen, I found my self momentarily air born before I crashed in to a table making my scream in pain. I heard laughter and a few snippets of a conversation.
"c'mon, Theodore, I said the fireplace, not the table, you have terrible aim", a masked man said with a roar of laughter.
" don't use my real name, fool!", the man I assumed as Theodore yells
"Crabe, Nott, calm it, even if you use your real name, no one will know, after all, this muggle runt will soon be ashes", a new colder voice answer that I recognised from the movies as Lucius Malfoy. "though I must admit, there is a fun in toying with them before you kill them, isn't there?", he asked rhetorically.
"Hehe~" I heard a giggle that send shivers of true fear down my spine, the laughter any HP fan knew; the unhinged laughter of Bellatrix Lestrange and I knew that if I was about to die earlier, I was about to see hell again due to this sadistic woman's sadistically cruel desires. "aww, is little cutie pie looking for his mommy?" She asked in a loving voice that could have fooled me if I didn't know her true nature. "well, are you? You fu*king little shit?! Crutio!" she yells and an even greater wave of pain washes through me and I feel something inside me break. I felt something in me trying to break free, to massacre and kill everyone and everything.
'we can destroy the entire world~' a voice similar to mine spoke in my head
"no" I murmured.
"Wait, somethings wrong" one of the men said.
That man had no idea how correct he was. A black fog collected around me and started swirling around me and the temperature plummet and mist was forming as they breathed.
'Not the world? then what about this country?'
"no" I murmured again.
Though unhinged, Bellatrix still has great instinct, and she sub consciously took a few steps back. "a mud blood" she growls yet, something feels wrong. the magical pressure he was excluding was close to that of a trained wizard and the aura of death he excluded was unnatural.
Now debris of what was once my house started to swirl around me too, I was basically making a tornado of magic and concrete.
'No? spoilsport, much? Well then, how about these people that hurt us?'
"would be my greatest pleasure" I said with a grin; I felt the change of power dynamics, I was no longer the prey, I was the predator.
"I don't like this, I'm ending this. Avada Kadavra!" the famous nose less nougat's signature spell, cast by some scaredy cat flew towards me excluding an aura of death and fear. However, to the infinite surprise of the death eater's, the curse hit me and… nothing happened. The darkness kept swirling though with mush more velocity and mass and the temperature was so low that frost was starting to form on the floor where my feet were touching. Then suddenly the black mass exploded outwards.
BANG
The debris shot forward in all directions with the force of bullets and killed few of the death eaters. Some were injured but some experienced ones like Bellatrix, Lucius and a few more escaped unharmed but shocked. Then they felt the magic aura I was excluding. Their faces went from curiosity at the beginning to shock at the explosion and fear at the amount of magic I excluded. What scared them even more was my eyes. My warm brown eyes were gone and a pair of pitch-black eyes stared at them. My veins had turned black and black lines could be seen going down my white (I'll explain in a bit) arms and face. And the grin showing all my teeth, though it would normally be cute, in the current situation, made me look like a demon from hell here for their souls.
At my release, what ever was left of the house was instantly flattened as the sky itself turned grey then jet black and black lightning slithered in the sky silent, but deadly.
The death eaters that looked down on me earlier were looking at me in fear now, they seemed to understand they were in danger but refused to accept the fact that I a muggle born was stronger than them.
"it's a fu*king mud blood! And he spilled noble wizard blood!" shrieked Bellatrix "this bit*h must be killed!" the others seemed to agree as 11 killing curses, fiend fire and a familiar sectumsempra was released against me. But they too hit me, yet… no effect. The fiend fire took the shape of a giant snake, then attacked me yet it did not damage me, just a nice tickle against the skin. But the sectumsempra, is cut my face, just below my eye in a vertical line. A shallow cut, yet both me and my new persona was shocked.
'That one, he is the cutter, we need to avoid him'
The death eaters cheered and went to check on the fallen calmly thinking I was dead, but my voice froze them in place. "that tickled" I had intended to use a deep voice but in my childish voice, it seemed cute, but as I walked through the fiend fire with a calm smirk, I looked demonic; handsome, yet deadly. They were shocked. But finally, one of them seemed to realise what I was.
"Fu*k! he's an Obscurial, run!" this seemed to wake the others up as they disappeared with little pops. Before I realised what was happening, all but two had escaped. Just as one of them tried to leave, I drew a line in the air. An insignificant action, yet it cut through the space itself sending a tear through space time towards the one who injured me.
He managed to dodge but his mask was cut, and I caught a flash of his face; the young, determined face of Severus Snape before he too apparated away. I fell in to thought. He seemed young, not childlike, but young to the point I'd wager that harry potter wasn't born yet. 'Good', I thought, 'this gives me time to get ready'. Then I hear a series of pops, and I slowly turn back to see the unmistakable face of the thinker grandpa, Albus Dumbledore.
Seeing him, me and my other personality felt a chill, we knew, instinctively, that we were mice in front of a lion. Now, the question was, what will happen next?