3 New Family

When I was finally able to open my eyes, I saw a beautiful woman staring at me lovingly. The bright lights from the room gave her an angelic look as I peered into her blue eyes. She had black velvety smooth hair that reached her lower back, but it wasn't tidy. her hair was everywhere, and she had drops of sweat rolling down the side of her face.

By now, I had stopped crying as the pain slowly faded away. A man came in through the door while I was looking at my mother. I turned my head to see who it was and boy was I amazed. The man was tall, to say the least; his abyssal black hair and red eyes gave him a fierce look. A scar that ran down his left eye was an indication of a tough fight he must have had with someone or something.

That was my father, lance; Man does he give me the chills. Those eyes are scary as hell. I thought as I turned my head and peered into them. my father saw me do that and kept full eye contact with me for a couple of seconds before a beaming smile spread across his face, almost reaching his ears. He walked over and gently ran his hand atop my head in a caring manner.

"thank you, Nina. I know it has been hard on you this past few days," he said as he stared lovingly at my mother. I finally have a family that I can be a part of, how much I have longed for this moment. Before I could enjoy the moment further though, a smaller hand caressed my head again. I looked over to find A smaller version of my father looking at me with joy and excitement.

"hahaha, I have a baby brother, mum, dad, I have a baby brother finally, I have someone to spend time with," he said, glowing with happiness as he stared at me and then at my parents and then back at me. It seems that I have a brother as well, nice; when I have grown up, I'll teach him some MMA. I thought before something came up. Wait! it seems that my memory is just as good as my past life's one. That's great! At least this way, All my knowledge from my past life won't be wasted. I'll need to talk to Drak since he's the only one who can give me answers.

Before long, I drifted off to sleep in my mother's arms. I have to say, having so little energy is really a drag, but there's nothing I can do. soon the next day approached, and I found myself in her arms as she watched my father cook breakfast. but my last remaining incredibly important question was answered in that moment.

I was in the world of Harry Potter! how did I know that? because lance was waving his WAND around making the vegetables float before being cut into pieces by a knife suspended in mid-air. I was exhilarated. I had actually transmigrated into my favourite books.

As I thought about this, my father soon served the freshly cooked dishes. naturally, I was fed since I not only have no teeth, but my mobility is pretty much non-existent. The good thing was that I could chat with Drak without my father knowing, as per my request, of course. Drak and I began to get close, and his curiosity about me never seemed to die down. He told me about the date of my birth which I have to say was very, very convenient for my plans. I was born on March 1st 1980, more precisely the same year as harry potter, but I'm older by 4 months. My plans simply consisted of going to Hogwarts, then becoming a world-renowned potion maker. As for what this has to do with Harry? well, I'll help him take out Voldemort.

Drak went on to tell me all about the specific area we are in, which funnily enough, is close to Hogwarts. Scotland, to be specific high in the mountain area out of wizard and muggle eyes. So the day went on after breakfast, where we went around the mountains with my brother Theo and my mother Nina while my dad went around patrolling the area as he usually would. We headed back, had dinner, played with my brother, which consisted of him carrying me around and swinging me in circles which made me laugh. He thought I was laughing because I was having fun; no, it was because of the stupid face he was making while doing so. But he doesn't need to know that.

Soon days went by, and a month later, I was sitting on the kitchen bench with my father feeding me as normal. I was, as always, talking to Drak. I was curious about the power of the dragon wielders, and since he only briefly skimmed over it before, today, he explained it to me in full detail.

He explained that a dragon wielder was a human that could tap into the powers of a dragon and have partial or even full transformation similar to an animagus and a metamorphmagus. "like a werewolf?" I said, trying to compare them. Drak, for the first time, got pissed off that I would compare him to what he called "filthy dogs". He said that werewolves were different as they weren't animagus or matamorphmagus but actually chimera's. They were a magic experiment that tried to combine the powers of magical creatures with that of a human resulting in the uncontrollable monster that appears at every full moon. He disdained such foul creatures. He explained that, unlike those failures, the dragons allowed the humans to tap into their powers without any side effects. well, almost, the human would experience a slight shift in character since his soul is in constant contact with that of the dragon.

He said that depending on the dragon, different character traits would emerge, from greed, to lust, to cowardice and more. He also said the animagus form would take the appearance of the dragon sealed inside of the human. He mentioned that, for example, my father could turn into a black dragon that spits out a flame that is as black as the abyss. Drak mentioned he was the most powerful dragon after his father which had sadly passed away. He said that the size of the animagus form varied depending on the talent and strength the wizard had.

My father, according to Drak, was only slightly above average in terms of talent and strength. I wondered what the maximum size was. Drak told him that it was far bigger than what I could imagine, so I could only overestimate his size to the extreme. After this talk, I really wanted to have one, but Drak previously mentioned that he was the last one and that in order to pass into me, my father would have to die. Which immediately killed all my hopes since I would never want my father, which I wanted so badly in my past life, to die just for my greed.

Every day, Theo and I would spend time together. he would carry me in his arms and show me around the woods along the mountainside, with our mother following right behind us. Theo would always be happy while carrying me; he would tell me stories he heard from dad that included ones about our first ancestor Liam Pendragon. I really had grown to love my brother. he was dumb at times and caring to the extreme to the next. We once ran into a wolf, and before Nina could react, the wolf lunged at me. Theo didn't even hesitate to turn around and block the wolf from hitting me. Sadly he was severely hurt and had to stay in bed for a week before he was good again; his back was covered in the gashes and scratch marks from the wolf's claws and fangs before my mother was able to get to him in time.

It really touched me, and since then, he and I have been inseparable.

I would lay next to him and listen to his ramblings about vegetables, animals and what he would do when he was older. at night, while me and Theo were in bed, mum and dad would sit by close by and tell us fantastic stories that wouldn't lose out to the ones from my past life.

then Nina would sing a song so enchanting that the whole forest froze as if stopping to listen intently to the singing of a fairy. I stared at her with tears welling up in my eyes, this was the warmth I had wished for. maybe I was heard that day. maybe, that accident was ready-made for me to live this happy life.