'Unknowingly, it has been almost 11 years since I came to this world. Tomorrow is the day I turn 11.'
Adrian Atlas stood near his room window, watching the heavy storm in Breton Street.
Adrian had long black hair that reached his shoulders, a high nose bridge, and deep brown eyes that were in deep thought.
'Ms. Anderson told me that someone would like to meet me tomorrow. I wonder who it is?'
"RUMBLE"
"RUMBLE"
'Tch, the weather sure is noisy.'Adrian thought while looking at the raging storm.
Turning his gaze away from the raging Storm, Adrian stretched his left hand and pointed it at the book that was lying on his bed.
The book slowly floated up and then moved toward Adrian. Floating beside him, the pages of the book slowly turned around until the desired page by Adrian was shown.
' Sigh, ever since I came to this world, I have had this ability and more. I wonder if there are others like me.'
Looking at the book that stopped at the desired page, Adrian started to read the page again. Closing the book, Adrian murmured to himself. Opening the book again, Adrian looked closely at the lines of the book. He was amazed by the abilities he had.
Not long ago, Adrian realized that when he arrived in this world, not only could he use telekinesis to move things with his mind, light fire with his mind. He could also memorize things faster, allowing him to have a good memory.
'I wonder how far my abilities can improve?' Adrian thought while activating his powers again, this time it was not directed at the book but at every single object in his room.
Adrian's room had a small bed in the corner and a desk that was filled with books.
Following Adrian's command, all the books in the room slowly floated up and started to turn in multiple directions: some books went to the left side of the room, some went to the right side, the others were stuck to the ceiling, and some just stood above Adrian.
Adrian's face was covered in sweat, his muscles began to twitch, and his brain started to hurt, but it did not stop his actions, 'a little bit longer and I shall break my record, come on Adrian, you can do it!'
Seconds begin to pass until more than 25 seconds pass, and the books slowly start to turn and return to their rightful place.
A delicate smile formed on Adrian's face, revealing his milky white and perfect teeth. If someone were to look at Adrian's face right now, they would be mesmerized by the smile the young man had shown.
'Yes, finally breaking my record. But I used too much energy that my brain hurts a bit.' Adrian thought to himself.
"I'd better go to bed Ms. Anderson said she has something important for me tomorrow," Adrian said to himself while closing his window curtains and going to sleep.
"I have a feeling that great things will happen tomorrow," Adrian said, falling into a deep sleep.
…
Opening his eyes, the first thing Adrian saw was the rays of the sun.
Getting up, he started to stretch his body. While doing so, he levitated the books in his room above his head in a circle.
'Emotion is the trigger, huh?'
From outside of Adrian's window, there was a woman. The woman wore strange clothes, almost out of time. 'Are those robes?' Adrian thought to himself as he observed the woman. "The hell is wrong with people, wearing robes now?" He smiled to himself.
Adrian squinted at the figure outside. The woman stood calmly despite the breeze tugging at her long, emerald-green robes. A black pointed hat sat neatly on her head, and in her hand was a thin stick that Adrian immediately recognized as no ordinary stick.
'A wand?… so it begins,' Adrian thought, his lips curling into a faint smile. At this moment, he could confirm his suspicion that he had had for a while now. "But even so, thinking it is one thing, saying it is another."
The woman raised her hand and knocked firmly on the front door.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Moments later, Ms. Anderson's voice floated up from below.
"Adrian! There's someone here to see you!"
His heart skipped a beat. 'So, this is it. '
Adrian smoothed his hair back, straightened his shirt, and headed downstairs. Standing in the doorway was the robed woman—stern yet elegant, her sharp eyes scanning him with interest.
"Adrian Atlas?" she asked, her voice crisp, demanding respect.
"Yes," Adrian replied calmly, meeting her gaze without hesitation.
The woman's lips twitched into the faintest of approving smiles. "Good. My name is Professor Minerva McGonagall. I am here on behalf of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."
McGonagall reached into her robes and withdrew an envelope sealed with crimson wax, the Hogwarts crest pressed upon it.
Adrian took the letter with steady hands, though inside, his heart raced. 'So it confirms this, somehow through a twist of fate, I arrived in a new world, a fantasy one.'
A million thoughts raced in his head, as did a million questions that had bothered him all his life, but none of them were as important as now…
Breaking the seal, he read the familiar words of acceptance, though what drew his attention most was the underlined instruction:
"Term begins September 1st. You will find enclosed a list of necessary books and equipment."
"Do you have any questions, Mr. Atlas?" McGonagall asked, studying him closely, as though expecting something unusual.
Adrian folded the letter back into its envelope, his fingers lingering on the wax seal. He raised his head slowly, meeting McGonagall's expectant eyes.
Adrian, he slowly said, " When do we depart?"
Professor McGonagall answered, "Well, first, we need to buy you the equipment that is written on the letter."
"How about now? Do you feel like going shopping?"
"I do not mind, Professor".
The next minute, they set off together. McGonagall wasted few words as they walked through the busy London streets, her presence commanding enough that people instinctively gave her room. Adrian kept pace at her side, his expression neutral, though inside, anticipation built with every step.
Finally, they arrived at the Leaky Cauldron — a pub that seemed invisible to the Muggle eye. Adrian's heart gave an involuntary jolt as McGonagall guided him inside. The air smelled faintly of smoke, ale, and something far older, a hum of power woven into the walls themselves.
And then came the moment. McGonagall tapped her wand against the bricks in the courtyard, and the wall shifted, bricks sliding away until the narrow archway unfolded like the mouth of some hidden world.
Adrian's rational mind catalogued every detail: the shifting patterns of the bricks, the hum of ancient enchantments, the security implications of such an entrance. But his emotional side — the part of him that had dreamed of worlds like this when trapped in his first life — nearly drowned it all out.
Before him stretched Diagon Alley.
Shops lined the crooked street, their windows gleaming with displays: gleaming cauldrons stacked high, owls hooting from cages, brooms hovering gently on stands. Robes, books, enchanted instruments, and children tugging at their parents' sleeves. The air buzzed with voices, laughter, and the unmistakable pulse of magic.
Adrian's breath caught. His lips parted slightly despite himself.
'So this is the world I am in now.'
Gringotts, the wizarding bank, was their first stop. The marble building loomed above the other shops, goblins at the doors bowing stiffly as they entered. Inside, the vast hall glittered with chandeliers, the clicking of quills and shuffling of coins echoing like a symphony of wealth.
Adrian studied the goblins — their sharp features, efficient movements, the way their eyes gleamed with calculation. These were beings who thrived in a world that didn't truly accept them, yet they stood unbowed.
His vault was small compared to some; the gold inside was given by the ministry for children with no ability to pay school bills, but as the goblin swung the door open, the sight of golden galleons shimmering in neat stacks sent a wave through him. Adrian stepped forward, scooping a handful of coins into his palm. The weight was solid, heavy, undeniable.
' For 7 years this should be enough'
He closed his fist around the coins and stepped back.
Next came Ollivanders. The wand shop was narrow, with dust motes drifting lazily in the dim light. Thousands of boxes lined the shelves, stacked almost to the ceiling. The air hummed faintly, charged with a strange energy.
"Ah," Ollivander whispered as he appeared, pale eyes fixing instantly on Adrian. "May I ask your name, child?"
"Adrian Atlas, sir. I AM a muglle-born"
"Well then, Adrian, it is a pleasure meeting you, so let's start, shall we…"
The process began. Wand after wand was handed to him — ash, maple, cedar, each with its core — and wand after wand fizzled uselessly in his grip. Ollivander's excitement only grew, his voice soft with reverence.
And then it happened. A wand of blackthorn wood, with a core of phoenix feather. The moment Adrian's fingers closed around it, warmth flooded his veins. Sparks danced from the tip, golden light spilling like fireflies.
Adrian's mind noted the balance, the resonance, the way the wand seemed to hum in harmony with him. But his emotions surged higher: for the first time, he felt truly acknowledged. This was not just a tool. It was a bond, a bond for life.
Ollivander's eyes gleamed. "Curious… most curious. A wand suited for one who walks the edge between discipline and passion. A dangerous path, perhaps… but also a powerful one."
Adrian said nothing. He paid for it and was about to leave when he left the shop; his hand lingered on the wand as though afraid to let go.
They spent hours gathering robes, cauldrons, and books. In Flourish and Blotts, Adrian's composure nearly broke as he ran his fingers across tomes of spells and history, some glowing faintly, others sealed with locks. Knowledge. Secrets. Power.
At Madam Malkin's, he bought clothes and robes.
When the shopping was done, McGonagall escorted him back through the Leaky Cauldron. But before they left Diagon Alley, Adrian paused, turning back for one last look. The street bustled as before, alive with magic and possibility.
His rational mind tallied his purchases, formed study plans, and calculated his timeline for mastery. But his emotional side — the boy who had once dreamed of worlds like this — whispered inside him:
'I was given a second chance. I won't waste it. Not this time.'
…
The scarlet train screeched as it slowed, smoke filling the platform at Hogsmeade Station. First-years poured out in a noisy cluster of voices, excitement, and fear buzzing in the night air.
Adrian stepped down calmly, his long black hair tied loosely behind him, brown eyes scanning everything with sharp calculation.
"Firs'-years! Firs'-years this way!" boomed a giant of a man with wild hair and beetle-black eyes.
Adrian followed the crowd down to the lake, where the small boats waited. The moon reflected silver across the dark waters, casting a mystical glow over the looming silhouette of Hogwarts Castle.
Murmurs rose among the children in awe, but Adrian only smiled faintly. 'So this is the famed Hogwarts… It's bigger than I imagined.'
The Sorting Ceremony began soon after inside the Great Hall. Candles floated high above, casting warm light across the enchanted ceiling. Whispers echoed as names were called one by one, the Sorting Hat shouting the houses proudly.
"Atlas, Adrian."
The hall grew quiet as Adrian walked forward, his steps calm, controlled. He sat, and the Sorting Hat was placed upon his head.
"Well, well… another interesting mind," the Hat's voice whispered in his thoughts. "You're not quite like the others, are you? A strong will, discipline, and knowledge beyond your years. And… oh my, what is this? High mastery of wandless magic at such a young age? Child, you are no mere wizard. You are... something else..."
'Put me where I'll grow strongest,' Adrian replied smoothly. To Adrian, what house he ends up in is irrelevant; what is important is the study of magic, that, and only that.
"Ambition and cunning to rival Slytherin… intelligence for Ravenclaw… courage, certainly enough for Gryffindor… and a loyalty, though buried, that would serve Hufflepuff well. You could fit anywhere, huh…"
"Where do you think I should put you?" asked the Hat.
Adrian's lips curled. "What house I end up in is not important to me. I came here to learn magic, and that's what I will do."
The Hat asked, " Oh, young one, but it is important; the environment in which you grow will affect your growth, that much I know. Allow me to ask you this: Are you truly confident that your environment will not affect you?"
Adrian was silent for a moment before he said, ' To blame other things or people for your own failure is an act of cowardice and incompetence. Your life is determined by your the choices you make, so in the end, you can blame no one for your failure than yourself.'
The Hat chuckled. "Is it? Then there is only one house where you can truly sharpen your edge."
"SLYTHERIN!" the Hat roared.
The table of green and silver erupted in cheers, though Adrian barely acknowledged them. He removed the Hat, stood, and walked toward his new housemates, his calm smile betraying nothing of the storm that brewed inside him.
From the staff table, Dumbledore's twinkling eyes followed Adrian with unusual intensity. For the briefest moment, Adrian met the old man's gaze — and felt the weight of power pressing down on him. But he did not falter. Instead, he smiled politely before sitting down, as though mocking the Headmaster's curiosity.
'Two Dark Lords… and one nosy old man', Adrian thought to himself. "Let's see who truly controls the board."
The game had begun.