1 Is that Sir Alex?
{Some Unknown Time and Space}
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[You Died]
[Would you like to play a game?]
[Yes/No]
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As far as dreams go, this was definitely the weirdest one he had ever had. A blue screen, like the one normally shown in futuristic augmented reality, was floating in front of him. Everything else was pitch black.
He couldn't see anything else, the ground on which he stood. The slightly cold floor made him realize that he was standing barefoot. There was no sky, no walls to the room he was in. As far as his eyes could see it was pitch black.
His hands instinctively moved about, he could feel that he was wearing a t-shirt and shorts, other than that it was as if he was blind.
'...and delusional, what the fuck is this?' Alex thought as he stared at the glowing screen in front of him. Although he hadn't taken advanced physics he was aware of the principles of how light functioned.
The glowing screen should let him see his hand when he put it up close to the screen but it was nothing.
"What the fuck!" Alex exclaimed as his hands hovered over the screen but instead of seeing the black shape of his hands pass by all he could see was the screen.
His brain was working in overpowered mode trying to make sense of what he was seeing, he turned around as an experiment and like he expected the screen did not follow his gaze, but when he turned around it was still there.
'I'm having a lucid dream, that's a first?'
After hesitating for a bit he touched the screen, it was startingly cold to touch, the gamer in him was expecting the computer-like thing to be hot but it was cool and smooth, like a screen...
'Now this is just ridiculous... why am I dreaming of a mysterious afterlife,' Alex thought but the curiosity still got the best of him. He clicked on the 'Yes' option... and reality shifted.
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The dark world was gone. Instead, he was sitting on a bed. He was holding a letter in his hand, his eyes swept past the letter as he stood up and looked around. He was in a small tidy room. The walls were adorned with posters of football players that he wasn't familiar with but he still recognized the club.
'Ew Man Utd,' Alex shuddered for a moment, he still was coming to terms with the situation he was in. The shift was too smooth. Too sudden. One moment he was surrounded by darkness and the next he was in the bedroom of a teenage Man United fanboy.
He stood up and at this moment he realized that something was very very wrong. Everything was larger, he looked behind and the bed was coming up to his thighs. Letting go of the letter that he had been clutching this whole time Alex looked at his hands.
'What the fuck is happening,' Alex thought as he rushed toward the door. He pulled the door away and rushed out. The hallway had several doors and a landing that was connected to a flight of stairs going down.
He opened a door at random and luckily he could see the dresser in the room. He only took a few steps in before he paused, the way his eyes widened made him realize that what he was seeing wasn't a glitch.
A black-haired boy stared back at him from the mirror. His striking green eyes were not the only defining feature as Alex slowly lifted his hands up to his forehead. He could clearly feel the same texture that he could see. Even though he couldn't believe it the reality was as clear as day.
The elongated 'N' shaped mark that looked like it was drawn by a 4-year-old was marked clear as day. Along with that, the floating name above his head, which was reminiscent of the blue screen he had seen before gave Alex all the assumptions he needed to make.
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[Alex Potter Lv - 1]
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"Alex! Someone's here to meet you!"
He didn't know how long he stood there, but a sudden voice broke him out of the daze that he was in. He looked at the unfamiliar face one more time but his mind suddenly clicked.
'The letter...' Alex thought as he rushed back to the room. On the bed lay a letter and an envelope which he hadn't noticed before. As his eyes were open a lot more now, he also noticed the owl that was perched on his window.
His hands clutched the letter on autopilot and his eyes stared at the symbol for the school that every fantasy fiction lover dreams of attending.
'Hogwarts... draco dormiens nunquam titillandus...'
'''Dear Mr. Potter,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.
Yours sincerely,
Prof. Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress'''
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Alex sat back down on his bed, his eyes roaming on the letter again. By now he had somewhat accepted his new reality, although everything was bizarre and his immersion was broken a little when he saw the little blue box floating above his head. For now, he had realized that he was in a different world.
A very familiar yet different world. Another blue screen appeared in front of him, this time giving him some much-needed info.
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[Congratulations on your successful Transmigir#@!$!]
[Error Meta Knowledge score greater than 10]
[World Matrix destablizing]
[Timeline shifting]
[Mending Fractured Timeline...]
[Simulating Early Life]
[Congratulations on your successful Transmigration.]
[Congratulations you have successfully taken over the body of Alex Potter, the brother to the Boy-Who-Lived. Keep in mind that your identity in this world is quite sensitive and each of your actions could lead to disastrous consequences. Hint! To better understand your current situation, speak or think the words 'Status'.]
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The messages ended, and although it gave Alex access to some answers it left him wondering what the hell was going on as well.
'And the twin troupe, isn't that a bit cliche... plus by the looks of it I'm not with my twin.' Alex thought as he picked up the envelope and looked at the address on that thing.
'''The Smallest Bedroom
1st Floor, 4 Privet Drive
Little Whinging, Surrey'''
'Great I'm with the fucking Dursley's...' Alex cursed but before he could think any more foul words, the door opened and two people walked into his room. He easily slipped the letter and the envelope behind him as he stood up to greet the incoming Dursley.
His tirade was stopped as he stared at the familiar visage of the third person who walked through his door. No matter how much he hated United, there was one thing he couldn't deny. The man standing in front of him was the greatest manager the Premier League had ever produced.
'Now the question is what is Sir Alex Furgeson doing in my bedroom...'
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{Hogwarts, Somewhere in Scotland}
{10:23 A.M, 1 August 1991}
Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore was a calm man. He believed in holding dear the smallest hint of joy one could find. But right now his face was set in a mixture of a smile and a grimace. In front of him was a paper that invalidated a verdict he had given long ago.
He still remembered that night clearly, no matter how many times he viewed it in a pensive the results were clear as day. The Elder Potters had sacrificed themselves to save their grandchildren. When Voldemort focused his fire on the younger Potter, he was safeguarded by his grandparent's sacrifice but his brother was exposed to the shockwaves.
"Alex Potter wasn't born a squib," Albus spoke, McGonagall was focused on his every word.
"That night the shockwave of such high quality magic damaged his core causing it to leak Mana. I measured the rate at which his mana was depleting to make sure multiple times, I was pretty sure he wasn't healing..." Albus spoke. He picked up the letter and stared at the name once again.
"What does this mean Albus?" Minerva asked, the letter had caught her eye when she was searching for Harry's letter. Alright, honestly she was searching, hoping, dreading to find this letter but to find it was a different matter altogether.
"It means that something has changed, his name shouldn't be on the registrar if his core was still damaged," Albus spoke as he stood up. He grabbed the letter and walked toward his fireplace.
"Stop being cryptic Albus," Minerva exclaimed, normally she indulged him and his antics but now was not the time.
"It means that there is a good chance that his core should be healed," Albus spoke. A small smile appeared on Minerva's stern face and she jumped at the opportunity to verify that exact same thing.
"I'm coming with you," Minerva spoke and Albus nodded. He picked up a pinch of powder from the flask beside the fireplace and threw it into the fire.
"Potter Manor..."
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AN - Lol It's been a while eh!
