"Get back here, you little brat!" One of the patron screams as I let myself keep running.
"Yo Jack, what's up?" Collin, a roommate of mine asked as I finally found a perfect hiding spot on top of the tree.
"Nothing much," I grunt, rubbing the now bruised left hand I got.
Collin then starts noticing my movement and stop his eyes into my hand, He then shakes his head one more time. "Seriously, Did you really just fight the older guys once again? That's why you're hiding up there?".
I then grunt.
Collin is weird, he showed up at the orphanage 2 months ago, wearing weird clothes and keep muttering about weird stuff. Not only that! he now keeps showing up near me as if he can smell where I am always at. Which is creepy if you may be asked. Also, his feet are apparently permanently disabled but it doesn't stop him from running with the other guys. Or when he sees me.
Sometimes he asked weird questions, Like do I know who's my parents is? Can I read correctly, Or do I have an ADHD. Which I said no to all of them, I may have a slight discomfort on reading any books at all, and perhaps quiet active, Too active to be honest, for a normal 11 years old kid. But my guts keep saying no to any question he asked me.
"Go away," I grunt. I then jump from the tree and go back to my room. But as the patrons are now patrolling to find me inside of the orphanage, my only way is to climb the wall and open my window from the third floor.
As I climb up the wall and manage to get inside without making a scene, I then lock the window once more and fall down to my bed.
I let out a whimper as I pull my pillow to cover my whole face.
I am not 'Jack'. I was never Jack. I am Bella, I was always a female named Bella. That's what's my name IS. My parent often tells me that the meaning is beautiful, which I always cherish the name. But now? *sigh*
Never sure when I 'died'. But I know I woke up with this 'Jack' body. It's been 6 years. I was 5 when I 'woke up'. Car accident they said. 'Jack' parents died in that accident and I were the only 'survivor'.
Never been into the full detail, The police said it was a drunk driving scene. No relative want to take me, As I was a bastard child. Or so they said, as we are not even looking the same anyway. So the only solutions are that the orphanage.
Or the Foster Parent.
Which no one ever wants to take a 'delinquent' as their child to take care of. It's not that I am a delinquent though, It just. Each time I ever saw anyone at all, My guts always push me to pick a fight with them. And somehow it satisfied me.
And not only that, apparently my 'attitude' were asking for it. Like what those older guys always told me.
. . .
"Jack, What are you doing with Timmy toy?" The patron asked as she put the 'I-am-disappointed-with-you' face.
"Hn, Nothing." I said as I pull the 'toy' from Timmy little hand. That thing is not a toy. A Toy was a supposed to be an inanimate object. Not a breathing and moving snake with three eyes.
I then walk away from the two as I hear Timmy crying and the screaming from the Patron.
As I struggle to keep the snake to keep it still with my little tiny hand, I then finally run outside of the building and trying to find somewhere far enough from the building.
But the snake was not having any of it and keep trying to strangle my hand. It then bites me.
After that, somehow I saw red. "Fucking bastard," I growl and pick up a stone and crushed it.
I then grunt.
Gold dust then flying as the wind pick it up.
. . .
After that snake accident, I grew more and more violent. Whether I liked it or not, Aggressive and vicious actually can cover it up. Also, The golden dust thing still a mystery for me.
"Jack, there's a letter for you hun," One of the patrons then said, I nod my head thanks and pick up the letter, But as I pick up the letter she then sees my newly blueish mixed with a green color bruise.
"Jack." With a stern voice, she then gives me a disapproval voice once again. I then ignore her and grip my letter with more force that I should've had.
Sitting on the bed, I then began to read the letter.
Mr. I. Lestrange.
Orphanage room number 66.
832 Orchard St.
Massapequa,
New York.
Looking at the front of the latter suddenly my head giving me a warning as I watch my last name pop up. "Wait a minute, Isn't this?" I mumble as my hand tremble as I read my last name that I now know what it is for 6 years of not knowing.
"You kidding me." I then run my finger toward my hair. Then grab it as I was frustrated. "You fucking kidding me." My breathing then turned into a fast-paced, My hand then punch the wall beside me.
"Fucking Harry Potter world? Fuck!" I then screamed out. Thinking that I may be transferred into a normal world went to the drain, But a child of that crazy women? Never I think of my life that comes up to me.
"Maybe that's where my craziness come from," I then sorrowfully mumble. "Well then, I'll be hated for life. And wasn't my parent fucking died because of the car crashed?!" Looking back at the memories, all of this doesn't add up.
"Wait! There's that spell to delete memories and put up fake memories! I forgot the name but I remember that one from this one fiction I was reading! And if so, who did it? Was it Dumbledore? Or was it my own parent? Wait, knowing how that crazy woman I probably guess she wouldn't go to all kind of trouble to ship me off from all of that danger from that wizarding world while she is killing and torturing people. She probably kills me with all the green spell."
Looking at the letter that my left-hand hold, I then sigh and continued to hold it.
Dear Mr. Lestrange,
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
"Oh, how one to send the letter anyway? Buy a fucking owl?!" I then grunt in annoyance. All of the sudden my body urged me to punch something one more time, All of my nerves then all hyped up. As I don't even know how to send it back, buy an owl? With what money? And not only that, even I did successfully buy it, can the owl even send the mail or it needs to be magical and not just some random owl?
"Oh no," I then try to contain my 'violence' under control as I sing a lullaby from my own world that I used for my little brother to sleep. As that calm me down. It's been weeks since all of that hyped up, At first, I didn't realize and always search for anyone to fight.
I know it's bad, but my body never satisfied at times to times. And with my poor grades in school, I was known as a 'Delinquent'. Add up to my record of 'violence' I still wonder why I have not kicked out already.
And with this weird letter from Hogwarts. I never actually experience magic in my life. Ever. If I know that I am at the Magic world from the first place, I believe myself as a squib.
But if I recall, The gold dust from that weird monster probably count as a 'magical experience'.
As I read the second page, it was only listed all the books I needed.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
UNIFORM
First-year students will require:
1. Three sets of plain work robes (black)
2. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
4. One winter cloak (black, with silver fastenings)
Please note that all pupil's clothes should carry name tags.
COURSE BOOKS
All students should have a copy of each of the following:
The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1)
by Miranda Goshawk
A History of Magic
by Bathilda Bagshot
Magical Theory
by Adalbert Waffling
A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration
by Emeric Switch
One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi
by Phyllida Spore
Magical Drafts and Potions
by Arsenius Jigger
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them
by Newt Scamander
The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection
by Quentin Trimble
OTHER EQUIPMENT
1 wand
1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)
1 set glass or crystal phials
1 telescope
1 set brass scales
Students may also bring if they desire, an owl OR a cat OR a toad.
PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS
ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICK
Yours sincerely,
Lucinda Thomsonicle-Pocus
Chief Attendant of Witchcraft Provisions
"Mother of the world, how can I get this stuff? And why are they even sending this to me anyway? I am literally living at America, and Hogwart is at Scotland. Well, If i'm not wrong though, Or are they in England? My memories are hazy from all of that years." I then grumble,
"I will bother it next time, Because today, I deserve a sleep." At that, I then throw the latter away from my sight and lay my exhausted body to the worn out mattress.
. . .
*Ping!*
[ Congrats. ]
"What the-" I then woke up from a ringing sound that is coming toward my ears. Opening my eyes as fast as I can, I then greeted to the blue pixelated game rectangular thing.
"Oh, you must be kidding me." I then let out a hollow laugh, "Alright, I'll play," I then said as I then let out a mocking smile. This world is getting crazier and crazier.
"Hm, how about.. Stats?" At that, The blue rectangular box is gone and was replaced to a longer version of my own stats.
Name : Ignatius Jacobson Lestrange
Level : 10 [ 87 / 100 ]
Age : 11
Species : Half-Blood.
Hp: 657
Mp: 145 (+ 100)
Str: 27 (+ 20)
End: 25 (+ 10)
Int: 5 (- 10)
Wis: 9
Cha: -20 (- 25)
Luk: 10
SP: 50
Money: 0
Perks: - Lestrange line +10 End, - 10 Int, - 25 Cha, + 100 MP. Black Madness Trait.
- X X X line +20 Str. X X X. X X X. Violence Trait. Bloodthirsty trait.
Traits: Black Madness, Violence, Potty Mouth, Short Temper, Bloodthirsty.
"What in the-" Looking at the traits and my Cha, Which I am guessing is Charisma, I then grumble. "Why is it Endurance and my Strength is the only good things? Well, I guess MP is the Mana for magic? And that 100 bonus is maybe a good thing after all. But seriously though, 25 points on my Charisma went like that?" I then frown on the unfairness of the system of this world.
"Hm, Another trait is censored. Maybe because I need to unlock a special skill to see it? Or maybe level, Like any other game that I used to play." I then grumble. Trying to think of plausible causes but my brain then went stop.
"And potty mouth?! Fuck you! Short Temper as well?! Argh!" I then let out a bunch of curses that I know from my last body.
"Also, what's with that name? It is fancy enough that I nearly believe that crazy women perhaps actually care for me for a second," I said but then discard it. Knowing Bellatrix she probably only have her 'Beloved' Dark Lord on her mind and never actually think about me at all.
"Argh!" I then let out another groan. Feeling frustrated because there are so many things that I need to discover about this boy life. Why can I just transmigrated into a normal civilian body?!
"I want to punch someone now.." I then mumble as I unconsciously crack my fingers.
"Wait a minute, ID Create!" I then scream out, But nothing come up. "Uh, Maybe I need to put a mana on it?" I then mumble, " [ ID Create ] ".
-50 Mp.
"50?! Then that 100Mp bonus is trash!" I then let out a grumble, Looking at the options, All of the options are currently grayed out except the Lv. 1 - 10.
"Uhm, I think I will try this one?" I then scratch my head, But then I halt my movement, "I feel like I'm forgetting something.." After a second or so I then shrug. "Nope."
. . .
"Fucking Zombie!" I then scream as I keep punching the zombies left and right. My idiotic brain apparently forgetting to remind me to bring anything that can be used as a weapon.
"Oh, this one is dropping a rusty Iron looking sword?" I then raise my eyebrow as my hand touch the sword that still has guts on it. Somehow the remains of the body didn't actually left and still sticks to the whole road.
Not only that, I also get some money from it. Dollars actually. But the problem is that all the loot is not like what I imagine, because they are formed inside of the guts of the dead bodies.
Wonder if I actually have this skill that is too powerful and with the attack, the body is literally gone to the world. What would happen to the loot? Is it going to pop up on air or just didn't pop up some loot at all?
Sometimes it does have loots, but sometimes they only give me 1 or 5 dollars. But the biggest money I got is that 20 dollars.
Currently, I am holding about 70 something dollar, and I didn't even know how long I have been in this dungeons. Not to mentions, I notice that I heal fast, Which is useful as I forgot to bring any band-aids or some first kit.
Looking at the remains of guts in disgust, I then climb up to the wall and sit in there waiting for some zombies to come up. Looking up at the 'sun', It still has the dark shallow red colored.
"Hm, let's see the loots.." Excitedly I then open up my inventory space. In there I found 1 rusted Iron sword, Zombie teeth, Zombie guts, some clothes and one glowing book.
"My guessing this is what they call skill book?" Looking at the golden glowing books, I then touch it.
Learn Fire Punch?
Y / N
"Fire Punch? That sounds so cool!" clicking Y, the book then suddenly turn into a pixelated gold.
"Uh, Let's try it out.." I then an evil smile as I watch 3 zombies walking aimlessly around the red darkness of a world.
" [ Fire Punch ] " As I scream out, Then suddenly a fire were formed from my hand, My happiness was on the max until I see how much MP it looks.
- 75 Mp
"Are you kidding me?!" I then let out a scream.