Harry Potter: Broken Prophecies - chapter 1 (Patreon)

My name is Arthur Williams, and I am a dentist, or rather was… I died, I was quite literally clapped by the might of the heavens as I got out of my office, for those who didn’t understand I got clapped by a bolt of lightning, and then, I reincarnated, in a world quite similar to my own, the only difference being that the me that died, didn’t exist on this reality, I confirmed this by trying to call my office which apparently didn’t exist, then I realized the year was I was currently in was 1991, I should’ve known by how old the telephone I used was… so… yeah, after that well, I took it with a grain of salt, like my grandpa used to say, if you can’t change something why let it consume you, I died and there is that.

My new life, however, it worried me a bit or at least it worried me the first two weeks, then I learned to accept my new reality or coma induced dream, anyhow I was a kid once again, a fact I am quite sure nobody would like that, then again not having to worry about money and food or any responsibilities for that matter sounded nice, maybe I could consider this as a vacation, and puberty wasn’t that bad, at least for me, and my caretakers are very nice.

My new Dad, god that feels weird, anyway my new dad, Adam Williams was a lawyer, a successful one. He was a big, rather muscular man that believed that anything in the world could be achieved through hard work, he also had a mustache, a Sam Elliot type of mustache, the manliest type of mustache a man could possibly have. Mrs. William, aka my new mother, was a thin, rather voluptuous woman, I think before she married she was a model. I haven’t had the time to investigate about their pasts, but what I knew what she now was, a full-time housewife.

And then, there was me… Arthur Williams, yeah I know same name what are the odds, anywho, I was straight A student, captain of the soccer team, and apparently a piano player, never in my life have I touched a piano, and I hope they don’t ask me to do it, or I will have to come up with something. Anyways, I was according to my school reports and my caretakers the perfect little boy. I wonder why I got reincarnated into this kid, I was a rascal back at this age when I was alive, which makes me wonder, am I hijacking this kid’s body? Or did he die and I forcibly took his place?

“Champ, time for dinner!” Champ, haven’t been called that in a while.

“In a minute, I am doing some homework,” My key to do whatever I wanted, tell my caregivers I was doing homework, which sometimes I was doing, but considering my homework was for that of an eleven years old, well.. It didn’t consume much of my time. Why did I want to miss dinner, well I didn’t but I was trying to figure out what other differences this alternate reality had to my own, beyond the me that died not existing?

“That’s my boy!” Nailed it.

With a heavy sigh, I opened my bedroom window to let in the breeze as I tossed and turned in my blankets reading the local newspaper. “Hm, nothing… well, perhaps the only difference between what I know and what I know have is… me.”

Out of nowhere, with tremendous speed, an Owl swooped in through the open window, darting at me like a rugby player. “Oh god, I hope this is not how I die, the first time was much cooler than this… pecked to death by an owl.” I groaned in pain as the owl stood up, looking at me with perplexion, oh his little owl feet, he or she, I am not an owl doctor, anywho, he had a letter.

“I am in 1991, I know this is the past, but who the fucks uses owls to send letters, granted is cool and gives me harry potter vibes but still,” I sighed, taking the letter I assumed was addressed to me.

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To: Mr. Arthur Black.

Second Room on the top

10th Downing Street

Dear Mr. Black

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Students shall be required to report to the chamber of reception upon arrival the dates for which shall be duly advised.

Please ensure that the utmost attention be made to the list of requirements attached herewith.

We very much look forward to receiving you as part of the new generation of Hogwarts heritage.

Yours Sincerely.

Professor McGonagall.

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I stared at the letter, and then at the owl and said, “Well have to admit kids back then, which is right now for me do know how to prank, haha… harry potter acceptance letter fun--” it was here when I realized, the first harry potter book didn’t come until 1998, and I was in 1991. “Alright, this escalated quickly…” I sighed, taking the other letter the owl had attached to his other talon.

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Hogwarts list of requirements.

UNIFORM

First-year students will require.

----Three Sets of Plain Work Robes (Black)

----One Plain Pointed Hat (Black) for day wear

----One Pair of Protective Gloves (dragon hide or similar)

----One Winter Cloak (Black silver fastenings)

Please note that all pupil’s clothes should carry a name tag.

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 Beast 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 of glass or crystal phials

----1 Set of brass scales

Students may also bring an owl OR a Cat Or a Toad.

PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST-YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS.

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Was this for real, I mean I reincarnated so this was not out of the realm of possibilities, but still felt unbelievable, I mean for what I had seen my new parents are rather nor--- and that is why the letters are addressed to Arthur Black, no fucking wonder, I am adopted… Again, life sure likes to be poetic.

Now, taking out the impossibility of all of this, what was I supposed to do, I was more than eager to learn magic, fuck oral hygiene, but how am I suppose to convince the commercial couple down there magic is real and I have to go to a magical school in god knows where, I mean for all they knew this letter was sent by an owl tamer sexual predator, which in all honesty was a big possibility… meaning this was a very risky choice, but the upside was so good I was taking it.

“Any ideas, little friend?” I asked the owl as I petted him.

“Who.” Oh… that’s funny.

KNOCK KNOCK

Knocks while I am supposedly doing my homework? Fuck! “Hide owlberto!” I pushed the owl under my bed.

“Who.”

“You!” I hissed, pushing him under my bed.

“Champ… we need to talk,” Adam aka dad sighed, “You… we… we haven’t told you about… something…” oh, this was them telling me I was adopted, I knew the look, I had seen it before.

“What is it?” I smiled giving my most clueless expression possible as I pushed the owl with my feet down my bed.

Adam looked at me and sighed, “We are sending you to a boarding school in England… I… work is relocating me and I can’t take you with me to Africa,” opportunity is that you knocking at my door?

“If I might, can I interest you in one school in particular for my year abroad?” I had the thread carefully, I had to manipulate the situation so the result would be the one I wanted.

“You are going to Hogwarts,” Say what now?

“Don’t look at me like that champ, Your mother is battling an army of owls in the living room, and… well, there is one under your bed,” At this, he pointed under my bed.

“Look champ, this is not how we wanted you to know you were adopted, but know that no matter what we love you,” Adam smiled, taking a seat on the edge of my bed, “I… your father was a good friend of mine, he… introduced me to the world of wizardry and when he died, I had to take care of you, which came like a ring to my finger cause I can’t have children.” This was getting rather depressing.

“Oh, well… it’s okay…” I wasn’t sure how to react to this, so I awkwardly hugged the man, remembering the first time I had this conversation with my past parents.

“The work relocation was a lie,” Adam chuckled, “I just wanted to make sure you learned about your heritage champ.”

“So I am going to Hogwarts?” I will admit, I was maybe too happy for all the shit going to Hogwarts meant, but… I suppose that’s a problem for future Arthur, present Arthur will have fun.

“Yes, at least for a year, if you don’t like it you can come back to the old human magicless life,” Adam winked.

“This is MY HOUSE!” I heard mother shout, as she battled the owls in the living room with a broom.

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I painfully re-discovered after talking with my caregivers about Hogwarts that we had to pay the owls for their delivery, and considering there were over twenty of them…. Well, lets just say I was glad Adam aka my new father had enough magical currency he had saved for this occasion, five knuts each.

After that, it was a matter of shopping, and so my parents took to england the next day to buy my list of stuff, god still feels weird to call them that, anywho, as I sat on the plane looking at my requirement list, I wondered out loud, “Why didn’t we buy all of this in the USA?” there had to be a store in the USA.

“Well, your dad only ever showed me the stores in england, so…” Adam chuckled, scratching the back of his head, “Its not like I can go around asking where to buy a magic wand… they would probably take me to.. Questionable places, to buy questionable items,” hahaha, he meant dildos.

“I suppose that checks out,” I nodded, “Question though, who is my… dad? The biological one.”

“Sirius Black,” Oh… shit, I riach biatch.

“Huh, neat,” I pretended not to be interested, but I was.

“He was an interesting man,” Eve, my new mother commented, “He got your father into mustaches.”

“A weird fact to share… but okay…” How does someone get into mustaches.