1 CHAPTER 1

In life there's death, and I'm dead. But I barely remember my own death, was it the classic truck-kun, murdered, or poisoned. Thinking about it and theorizing about how I was dead and transmigrated will just make my mind ache.

'Don't complicate stuff.' is my lifetime motto, so of course I will live seamlessly—there's nothing even worse being in an unknown place in a three years old body, I just turned 18 in my previous life and I didn't even experience a legal consensual life.

***

Tomorrow—no, four hours from now will be my 4th anniversary coming to this world. It was tough but Lucas Theodore Blake—my father, broke my shell and helped me adapt this life, he was something i didn't know that I need, he's not that vocal in affection but more in his action which made me wonder why women left him when he's quite a package, overall he's a good father.

At first I thought I will live peacefully and not necessarily need to do some active activities but boredom is eating me! So I decided to buckle up some skills.

I take up lessons and list the languages that I want to learn at an intermediate level (yay, for children's brains that's still developing). The second on the list took a year to convince my father. Apparently, my family in this life is quite rich so I don't have financial problems.

Voice lessons will be postponed for a child's energy is quite limited and I nearly can't find time to nap and read a book. Soon, the socializing list will commence. I'll be attending primary school soon this June. I'm quite glad it's kids, adults are quite high level for me.

***

August 1987, it's my 6th year in this world. In the span of two years and half made my days productive. My tricks are keeping up with my handwriting, and I made friends with kids! Their psychological thinking is easy to catch up with. Of course, I've kept my act together as a kid—and my friend from my previous life told me I'm a kid, I'm natural. But I still prefer staying inside to the point my dad will drag me out.

Everything is sailing smoothly but one day in summer heat my almost perfect life, shattered. Speculations that it was just buds are blooming within my brain.

And it was confirmed a day after.

***

Silence engulfed the living space and just the sound of papers that flips are only audible, echoing the hall. Suddenly, the double door opened and a man appeared, blond slick hair matched with black glasses, dressed in Hawaiian shirt and khaki shorts matched with sandals, with an odd wood cane.

"Brother!" the man shouted, leaving me on the couch shocked. Brother..?

Before I could think of something, the guy turned his head to me, "Hello there, where's your father?" he asked, smilingly.

"Who are you?" I asked, no one barged in like that.

"oh my, he didn't even tell you about my existence?"

He fake gasped and dramatically touched his temple and closed his eyes. I can say he's a good actor.

"I'm your uncle, dear." he revealed, leaving me shocked, I examined him from head to toe and a question left in my mind 'How!? My dad doesn't look like that, my dad is not a weirdo!'

"Your thoughts are leaking, sweetie," he sighed.

"Connor," I heard my dad call from the stairs, I glanced at dad and looked at him to confirm some resemblance. Dad has ginger curly hair that's hanging on his face—looks like a pup.

"Theo!" The blonde guy opened his arms walking forward to my dad. "It's been awhile." as he reached my dad he hugged him closed.

"Yeah," he held Connor's shoulders and let out a gentle smile, now leading him to sit in front of the sofa where I sat and called a maid to deliver some refreshments.

"This is my daughter Maddison," I stood up and gave him a curtsy, "Delighted to see you, uncle." I greeted.

"Likewise, Maddison." he curtsied like a gentleman and smiled at me.

"What brings you here, dear brother?" My dad asked after all the formalities as he sat on the single sofa beside mine.

"Oh, right," He looked at me, "have your magic appeared, dear?" He asked, and I was left in shock. 'Magic???ʼ My eyes bulged out of shock.

"Connor!" In his stern and firm tone dad exclaimed. Connor looked at his brother with a hint of anger in his voice, "She does not know." gritted his teeth.

I think I just jinxed my whole life last night… but there's still hope… this is not Harry Potter.

I smiled at them, "Magic? Wizards and witches exist? LIKE THE ONE EXIST IN BOOKS!?" I brushed off my worries and just let childish excitement tower over me.

Conor looked at my father with a frown, "You didn't tell her about me and then you didn't tell her about half of her entire identity… awful." And that made me confused, I looked at my dad with a questioning gaze.

The whole afternoon, my dear father explained about our identity. To summarise, my dad is from a wizard family, so is my mom, but dad is a squib and was exiled by his family and just lived with the civilians and found out he's talented as a merchant that it boomed. And the weird looking uncle was his brother based in Ireland that came back from his vacation somewhere in Asia and he's here to brief me somewhat-train me in the process since father is not good at magic.

"I don't have magic though," I blurted out, I should have felt it a long time ago.

"You already awakened yours, 6 years ago, dear." Connor said.

I'm confused and flabbergasted at the same time, I don't have memories of the first 3 years of this body and didn't feel anything after being transferred from this body.

"And you're here..?"

And that day was the confirmation of my nightmare.

***

For the next 2 years who would have thought I'm in the Harry Potter world ha ha, I'm gonna die here - the horror those fanfictions describe give me chills and occasional nightmares.

Uncle stayed in the house and taught me to feel my magic, they say and some basic occlumency - which I really don't mind being read but uncle said I have a good blockage since I talk too much in my mind than in reality that was a compliment, I guess.

If others want to discover the mystery of magic but what I want is to have a less hassle life and drop out when Voldemort pops out - great plan, isn't it?

But the strange thing is, when I went to Privet Drive from school just to see him… he was not there and I felt fate in this world was skewed.

***

June 24, 1991, D-day of letter from Hogwarts, uncle and dad did suggest I could study in Durmstrang or Ilvermorny, respective alma mater of uncle and my mother. But, I chose Hogwarts since it's near.

In summer heat where crickets are my lullaby, I took a nap on a sofa placed inside the greenhouse. It was cosy as the sun ray's gently kissed upon me.

Repeated taps from the glass interrupted me, I calmed myself before I sat up and saw who it was, a snowy owl in the middle of summer. I walked towards it and opened the glass window, a letter was laid out to my hand and the logo made my eyes bulge and my lips grin. It was the Hogwarts letter!

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,

Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Ms Blake,

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 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

"Dad!" I shouted and ran to the main house, excitedly.