CH 1 Magic ?

"Hah, Happy New Year's Eve, Kid!!" one of the grubby gang members greeted Alcor cheerfully, as he picked up the beer mug Alcor was serving. As a 'gift' for his 7th birthday, Alcor had been 'promoted' by his gang to become one of the serving boys in their secret underground pub.

As the result of his 'promotion', Alcor was made to work 18 hours a day, serving food and beer, cleaning the pub, and doing other odd jobs. But as a bonus, he didn't have to sleep in the cold streets.

Also, he had found out that beer and greasy junk food was the best way to worm into the hearts of these thugs. Slowly but surely, they had begun viewing Alcor as one of theirs.

As a result of his efforts, he was being greeted cheerfully by one of the medium-level gang members as Alcor served the drinks, instead of being insulted, hit, or made fun of.

As the night grew darker and the new year approached, the pub grew merrier and louder. Alcor even had the 'good fortune to witness one of the bosses of the Night Wolves, who was celebrating New Year's Eve in this pub, as his wife had kicked him out due to a spat.

Suddenly, the door of the pub was flung open as a man in a dark cloak entered hurriedly before shutting it with a bang. The atmosphere grew chilly soon as the gang members didn't like someone intruding while they were celebrating.

However, Just as a few hot-headed members were going to confront the intruder, the dark-cloaked man said something in a low tone, and the hulking hotheaded thugs were thrown away from him. This got everyone's attention and the pub became silent.

"Who is the one with the highest authority here??" a hoarse voice called out from underneath the cloak. There was silence for a few moments before one of the Night Wolves gang's bosses, who was present, stood up from the luxurious corner he was in and stood before the cloaked imposingly.

"Who are you and what do you want?" he asked with a growl.

Before anyone could understand, a pale sickly hand emerged from under the cloak, holding a piece of wood and the hoarse voice replied with, "Imperio."

The next moment, the imposing manner of the 'Boss' dissolved as he stood in front of the cloaked figure like a walking human-sized puppet. However, No one in the pub realized the significance of this, except the small serving boy hiding in a corner.

Alcor's watched with widened eyes as the 'Boss' guided the cloaked figure to an inner room before telling no one to disturb them. He instructed for some food and drinks to be sent to the room and everyone to continue the festivities as normal.

Finally, he also threatened that if someone else intruded into the pub then no one was supposed to mention anything about the cloaked figure or they would be punished personally by him.

Alcor's mind raced as he stayed hidden in the corner and went through the memory of what happened in the past few minutes. Unlike the other ignorant fools of this pub, he understood the hidden significance of this event.

'Magic!!' he thought excitedly. And not just any magic, this was the spell 'Imperio', which was the Imperius spell of the Potterverse. It was used to control people's minds as long as they didn't have resistance to it. Moreover, people would act like the actions came from their own thoughts.

Even more importantly, he had seen the cloaked figure use a wand, the most important tool for a Wizard or a Witch to do magic. This was further proof of him being in the magical world shown in Harry Potter movies.

'Calm down, Alcor.' Alcor suddenly forced his excitement down as he thought about the current situation more clearly. As excited as he was for being reincarnated into the same world as Harry Potter, Alcor recognized that the current situation was more a cause for worry than joy.

If he was not mistaken, which he didn't think he was, then this cloaked wizard was most definitely a Dark Wizard hiding from Ministry's Aurors. That was the most logical reason behind the instructions given by the 'Boss' who was under the Imperious Curse.

'Damn, if the Aurors come looking for him and they start a fight here, then I could be in serious trouble.' Alcor thought.

But just as he was thinking about what to do to escape this calamity, the bartender called him and made him go to the boss's room with beer and food. Alcor wanted to refuse and run away, but he realized that he would not go far before being killed like a dog on the street by the gang members he had spent so much time creating an impression on.

As a result, he silently took the food and beer to the inner room without complaint, wanting to finish his work as soon as possible before finding an excuse to go away for the night.

When he entered the room, he saw the cloaked figure relaxing with his head tilted back on the sofa. The 'boss' was standing on the other side of the room with a dull gaze.

"Hmm? Ah yes, get the food here kid.." the cloaked figure said in a hoarse voice and a pale hand beckoned him forward. As Alcor moved towards him, the cloaked figure threw back the hood of the cloak, revealing a pale-skinned middle-aged man, with dark hair and a sickly appearance.

As the man raised his head again, Alcor saw the most distinctive feature of his face, reptilian pupils with the red sclera and sharp razor-like teeth. The man noticed Alcor staring at his features and gave a chuckle.

"Hah, that is new. A muggle child simply staring at my appearance without running away?" the man said as he gave a scary grin at Alcor's seemingly nonchalant reaction to his eyes and teeth.

"Hmm, well foolish muggle child, you see you should not be so fearless when staring at my appearance. You see, this appearance was not out of an accident. It was the result of me doing a ritual sacrifice with dragon's eyes, blood, and a hundred healthy muggles in the prime."

"As a result of the ritual, my eyes got replaced with modified dragon's eyes and my resistance to magic increased greatly. My name should have mentioned along with that of Albus Dumbledore, that old dunderhead, for finding the 13th use of Dragon Blood."

"However, what do I get? I get banned by all magical societies, be treated like a crazy dark wizard, and get hounded all over England by the Ministry's dogs. All because I took the lives of a few filthy muggles like you boy!!" Suddenly, the man's eyes flashed as he whipped out his wand and pointed it in Alcor's direction.

"Crucio!!!" the man screamed. The next moment Alcor felt like pain like never before. This was beyond any physical pain he had ever known. It was as if someone had distilled the exact idea of what pain is then amplified it by 100 times.

"Hmph, that does feel nice. It's been so long since I had a muggle I could let loose on. I think I will keep you for my entertainment, boy. Petrificus Totalus!! Stupefy!!"

Before Alcor could recover from the intense pain, he felt his hands and legs snap to his sides and his mouth become sealed shut. Also, before he could understand anything, a red jet of light came and sent him to a dreamless sleep.