Chapter 1: Awakening in Chaos
The world slammed into Sam as a concussive wave of cold, wet asphalt and the caustic, metallic scent of ozone. One moment, there was nothing—a blank, soundless void—and the next, his skull felt like a gong struck by a railroad spike. He was pitched forward onto a street slick with rain, the clamor of a thousand foreign voices and the roar of unseen engines assaulting his ears. He gasped, hands scrabbling on the gritty, damp cobblestones, the rough texture a violent anchor in his disorientation.
He pushed himself onto shaky elbows, noticing the unfamiliar, heavy-cut wool of the coat he wore, and the absurdly long, dark hair plastered to his neck by the sudden downpour. Towering above him were vehicles unlike any he'd ever seen, all sleek metal and impossibly narrow windows. A deep, unsettling rattling sound reached him, followed by a burst of high-pitched, panicked screeches.
"Where am I? What the hell is that smell?"
His head throbbed, a relentless drumbeat that mocked the total, terrifying blankness of his mind. There were no memories. Not one face, not one name, not one reason for the searing ache behind his eyes. The only thing he felt was a phantom ache in the fourth finger of his left hand, the muscle twitching as if it were missing a heavy wedding band.
Then, the world fractured.
A shimmering, luminous grid—a lattice of arcane, glowing runes—snapped into existence behind his eyelids, only visible to him, layered over the sensory overload of 1926 New York. It pulsed with a cold, blue light, and a block of text, sharp and deeply sarcastic, floated in his mind's view.
"This is real. It's in my head."
[ SYSTEM: Welcome, Host. Status: Transmigration Complete. Memory Integrity: 0.01%. ]
[ SYSTEM: Quest Alert: Survive the Beastly Chaos. Reward: +2 Stamina. Cost: Fatigue Debuff. ]
[ Hint: Try not to die in the next sixty seconds. I'd miss the show, Sam. ]
The mocking tone, utterly alien yet instinctively grating, only added to his bewilderment. He pushed himself to his feet, swaying—and that's when his luck, the invisible, uncontrollable engine within him, engaged.
A deafening clanging ripped through the air. A massive, decorative, cast-iron lamppost, rusted at its base and struck by a charging, unseen magical creature, began to peel away from the pole above him. It fell, slow motion through the rain, an inevitable, lethal mass of metal aimed directly at his head.
Sam didn't decide to move. His body reacted with a preternatural speed that was completely foreign to him, a sudden surge of kinetic energy that tasted like ozone on his tongue. He dove forward, rolling over a slick sidewalk just as the lamppost struck the cobblestones where he'd been standing a heartbeat before.
A stray, terrified No-Maj, fleeing the chaos, tripped, his path perfectly intersecting the lamppost's shadow. The man's shoulder struck the pole just hard enough, just then enough, to nudge its falling trajectory. It crashed with a violent clang a foot away, showering him in a brief, acrid spray of sparks and shattered glass before rolling harmlessly into the street. The intense noise temporarily deafened him in his right ear.
[ SYSTEM: Luck Ripple Activated: Near-Lethal Avoidance. +1 Agility. Debuff: Minor Hesitation. ]
"This is going to be a real pain in the ass to minimize."
The realization hit him: he wasn't lucky; he was cheating. And someone else had noticed the impossible dodge.
Sam scrambled up again, wiping rain and street grime from his face. Standing about twenty feet away, frozen amid the anarchy, was a lean, slightly awkward man with a mop of shaggy, reddish-blond hair. He wore a heavy, somewhat threadbare coat that smelled faintly of dried herbs and soil. He was kneeling next to a battered, leather suitcase that now lay open, disgorging a steady stream of chaos.
A tiny, stick-like creature—a Bowtruckle—was clinging to the man's lapel, its tiny claws scratching lightly against the rough wool of his scarf.
Newt Scamander, still focused on the chaos, muttered, his voice a soft, distinctly British lilt that stammered slightly around the edges, "Oh, my dear Bowtruckle, did you see that? Utterly impossible. Such a fortuitous deflection."
Sam forced a dry, sarcastic quip past his lips, his voice a low, Midwestern drawl that felt strange and new.
"You always lose your pets like this?"
Newt turned, his wide, earnest eyes meeting Sam's. They were filled with surprise, not offense. The scent of damp feathers, from a creature Sam couldn't see, fluttered past on the rain-cooled breeze.
"They're not pets, they're beasts," Newt corrected softly, gently stroking the Bowtruckle. "And no, normally the Niffler is far more… discreet."
"I'm guessing you're the cause of the spontaneous metal-on-head event," Sam pressed, driven by a primal survival instinct to align himself with the only other person in this hurricane who wasn't panicked or hunting.
"Shared chaos, then," Newt conceded, a flicker of cautious assessment in his eyes. He turned back to the open case, the urgency returning to his face.
The brief moment of connection shattered as three MACUSA Aurors rounded the corner, their dark uniforms and stern faces a stark contrast to the colorful chaos of the street. Their wands were raised, the tips sparking with a faint, persistent ozone hum that made the hairs on Sam's arms stand on end.
"Scamander! MACUSA! Stop where you are!" the Lead Auror barked, his voice gruff and commanding.
Newt scrambled to snap the case shut, his herb-stained fingers fumbling the latch. "They don't understand. They're just misplaced!"
"My goal is minimal effort. Getting processed by some government bureaucracy would be maximum effort. Escape is the only logical step."
Sam grabbed Newt by the arm and dragged him toward a narrow, shadowed alleyway cutting between a row of brownstones. "This way!"
The Lead Auror attempted to fire a stunning hex. But as his wand snapped forward, another Auror, rounding the corner too quickly, slid on a patch of the slick, damp cobblestone that Sam had just run over. The second Auror's sudden fall sent a ripple through the formation, causing the Lead Auror to stumble.
The stunning hex, instead of hitting Sam square in the back, glanced harmlessly off the damp brick wall and Stupefied a brightly colored fruit stand across the street.
The resulting commotion—the grit of the alley pressing against Sam's side, the loud crash of the fruit stand, the distant, rumbling thunder in the oppressive New York sky—fueled their escape.
[ SYSTEM: Luck Ripple Activated. +1 Agility. Debuff: Minor Hesitation. ]
Sam ran, his heart racing—a frantic, pounding rhythm against his ribs. He felt a familiar, troubling twitch in the fingers of his left hand, the phantom sensation of the ring he couldn't recall.
They burst out of the alley onto a quieter side street, both of them gasping for breath. Newt leaned against a wall, clutching his ridiculous case like a lifeline.
"My word," Newt wheezed, adjusting his coat. "That was… an absolutely fortuitous intervention." He gave Sam a look of quiet awe. "You are truly, remarkably… lucky."
Sam, still fighting the adrenaline-fueled shake in his hands, only offered a dry, sarcastic huff. "Yeah. Lucky. That's me."
The low, ominous rattling sound from Newt's case, however, was a constant, unsettling reminder that the chaos was far from over. It sounded like something large, heavy, and very displeased was trying to get out.
"There's a light down that way. Could be a storefront. Anywhere but here," Sam muttered, nodding toward a flicker of gaslight at the far end of the alley. "Move it, Scamander. Before your suitcase hatches."
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