I OWN ONLY MY OCS,

EVERYTHING ELSE IS FROM ROWLING UNIVERSE, WITH SNIPPETS FROM NARUTO AND OTHER FANTASY NOVELS, VIDEOGAMES OR MANGAS.

This is my first attempt at SI-OC Harry Potter Fanfiction. As I said in the title, my character will focus on the worldwide threat: the inevitable failure of the Statute of Secrecy and the following failed attempts at integration between the magic and mundane worlds. More than that, he will focus on magic.

He will moslty leave Harry Potter and his friends to fend for themselves until triwizard, from there on it will be AU.

There will be magic theory, elemental understanding with elements from Naruto, alchemy, rituals, and Crafting of various kind.I hope you enjoy this story, but I do not really care. tmThis is really going to be some kind of sandbox for me to play with magic.

I don't really think I will put lemons in it, because quite frankly I don't think writing what the MC thinks about anal sex is character building. There is a fuckton of smut out there, if you need to wank, use a bloody porn site.

English is not my mother-language, so I could do with a beta-reader.

I'll write what I can, when I want, so there it is.

P.S.

I said it on my profile already, but I shall repeat: suggestions and constructive comments and reviews are welcome. If you don't like what a character does or does not, save yourself time and don't tell me, since the characters will do what the hell I want them to (that's the whole point of fanfiction).

If something doesn't add up feel free to tell me. Expecially if magic doesn't make sense! I want the magic to keep its wonder, but while paradoxes can exist, absurdities like Fate or Death or miracles aren't acceptable to me. So if something comes out as such, tell me!

Thank you, and have fun!

Chapter 1:

Awake

The first thing I cleary rembember is feeling somewhat confused.

For a lot of reasons: I was no longer twenty-two years old (at least judging by my pudgy hands, blurry vision, and attention span of a mosquito), there were other children roaming around, the adult people around me were cleary not speaking my home country language, and I was enthralled by a bright orange wood cube.

Don't get me wrong, I normally don't despise orange, or wood, or regular geometrical 3-D objects, it's fascinating, really, but before this first memory of me in a little body, I am quite sure I was just about to submit my thesis for my Bachelor degree in Physical Engineering.

From there my confusion.

It most defenitely was not a dream, simply because if you can think about being in a dream while you are sleeping, it's really easy distinguishing it from reality. At least this is always been something i could do.

My confusion was slowly subdued by my rising panic.

WHAT THE FUCK!?!?

I was almost hyperventilating, and boy is it not something stupid to do? The other children would notice something was wrong with me, so would the adults, and I would found myself in some secret military lab being dissected for some reason or another.

Obviously this chain of thoughts was not helping.

A sudden crash shocked me into stillness.

Raising my eyes from the fascinating orange cube I could see the window's glass cracked and with missing shards.

I couldn't explain it, but some part of my mind recognised ME as the cause of that event.

Oh, so I AM a military experiment. I thought.

Beacause seriously, what else could it be? From 22 years old to a toddler among other toddlers with telekinetic mind powers triggered by panic? I was clearly a child-soldier to be.

But the adult in the room squealed in fright, before ushering the children away from the window.

Following a gut feeling, I spent the following hours crying and blending in with the other children

No adult praised me or in anyway recognised what would be a success for their military developement.

Maybe I was a failed project?

So, to understand: I was a twenty-two years old telekinetic almost engineer in the body of a toddler, and it looked like I was not under observation.

If history or comics of any kind have thaught me anything, it is that revealing yourself to be somewhat different without being in a position of power is madness.

So, keeping it secret it was.