Harry Potter Transmigration
/ Harry Potter Transmigration 2 Transmigration
"O-of c-course," replied Vernon and Petunia, nodding their heads furiously.
"Good, I'll have the whiskey now," said Dumbledore, smiling broadly. However, upon a closer inspection of his eyes, you could see them getting moist as they carried an extremely sad look.
Shortly after, Dumbledore, McGonagall and Hagrid left the Dursley's home to mourne the loss of their friends and to celebrate the defeat of the most powerful Dark Wizard they had come across.
Inside number 4 Privet Drive, the baby Harry Potter was lying on his bed fast asleep, entirely unaware of what was occurring in the world.
Suddenly, his baby face twitched and he groaned in pain. Harry slowly opened his green eyes and looked around at the unfamiliar location he was in.
A sharp pain assaulted his mind as flashes of images appeared in his mind.
"Aaargh," Harry cried as he grabbed his head with his tiny hands.
The pain slowly subsided as he tried to make sense of the images inside his head. These seemed like memories but they were not his own. Once be was free from the piercing headache, he analysed these 'memories' that were his but not his own. Once he went through them, shock was plastered on his face, not believing it to be true.
'No way!' hought Harry. 'How is this even possible? I know these things happen in stories, but they're stories. This is real life.'
Baby Harry's breathing got heavy as he looked around in panic. He tried to get up but soon realised that he could not as he was just a baby.
'C-calm down ... Calm down ...,' thought Harry as he tried to get his breathing under control. 'Panicking won't help. Calm down and analyse the situation. Right ... what was I doing ... oh yes ... I was reading the seventh Harry Potter book and I was pissed at the storyline ... it felt so stupid ... especially the ending ... I was talking to mother about it before ... before ... I don't remember what happened after ... next thing I know I'm in this baby form ... Right ... the memories ... let's have a look ...
OH MY GOD!!! SHUT UP!!! NO WAY!!! FOR REAL?!! I'M FREAKING HARRY POTTER?!!
No, I am Harry Potter but I'm also Harry Potter! No, I was Harry Potter but now I'm Harry Potter again!
I'm now the baby Harry Potter from the stories! Oh no, what is happening? I'm panicking again! But how did this happen?
Ow! My head hurts!'
Suddenly, the scene of a flashing green light flash past his mind as Harry's eyes shot open again. 'That felt so real. That lunatic Voldemort really killed James and Lily Potter ... my parents from this world ... but what happened to my mother from my other world? Will I ever find out? Wait ... when did I start thinking of this world as my world? Urgh ... I'm so confused ... and so tired ... I should sleep for now ...!'
Young Harry drifted into an uneasy sleep as his little face was crunched up from frowning.
Just then, the door of Harry's room slowly opened and Petunia quietly entered and sat next to the sleeping Harry.
"What is it that troubles you, boy?" muttered Petunia quietly. "Why do you have that frown on your face? Can you understand that you just lost your parents? I've lost a sister while you lost a mother ... sigh ... I hated her ... but I also loved her ... Can you understand that, boy?"
Petunia placed her chin on her hand as she rested her elbow on the armchair she was sitting on.
"Did you have to watch your parents get killed?" asked Petunia absent-mindedly. "Is that why your frowning? The old man said your special ... sigh ... your mother was special too ... and I called her a freak ... I wish I hadn't ... I wanted to be special too ... sigh ... I hope you sleep well, boy."
As quietly as she came, Petunia left the room the same was and closed the door behind her, casting one last look at her nephew.
Hours later, Harry slowly stirred awake from his restless sleep. He continuously had the same nightmare over and over again; Voldemort looking Lily Potter in front of him.
'Have I truly transmigrated into this world?' thought Harry as he furrowed his brows. 'That's the only thing I can think of. But for that, don't I have to die first? Did I die or didn't I die? That's the question. Either way, what happened to mother?
Sigh ... I can't do anything in this state. Why did I have to come into this world as a bloody baby? Plus, I'm really hungry. I can't believe I can't move around. This is so frustrating."
Harry was helplessly lying there in his room to await for his aunt to come and feed him since he could not move on his own. It took about an hour's worth of grumbling stomach until Petunia came to his room to feed him a bottle of milk. Since Harry had tasted solid food in his previous life, he found the taste of bottled milk unpleasant. However, considering he was currently in baby form, he was unable to digest solid food.
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Therefore, as unpleasant as he found the taste of bottled milk, Harry had no choice but to endure it for the sake of needing it to grow to the point of being able to eat solid food.
Petunia stared at the baby Harry curiously as he drank his milk. Unlike her own son, Harry did not throw any tantrums; something she welcomed unreservedly.
As she stared her nephew, she could not help but be shocked at the intelligence she undoubtedly recognised in his green eyes. Oh, those green eyes ... they're just like hers ...
Even to this very day, Petunia felt nothing but jealousy and envy for his dear sister who was so magical while she was ordinary. She had lived through her childhood and now as an adult wishing with all her heart to become magical like her sister, yet she could not and did not. Here she was, years later, looking at her sister's child who had inherited the magical abilities of his parents.
As Harry was starting to fall asleep again after drinking his milk, he heard Petunia mutter, "You're really magical like Lily, aren't you, boy? You're probably going to grow up smarter than the average child, just like your mother, right? Oh, how I envy you."
Harry closed his eyes appeared to have fallen asleep. However, while he appeared to be asleep, he was in deep thought. 'I truly have arrived at this Harry Potter universe ... sigh ... I have so many questions, yet no answer. I need to plan out my life then. This is going to be difficult. I'm only a newborn left alone with these child abusers. I need to change things. But first, time to sleep. It sure sucks to be in the body of a baby. It gets tired so easily.'
Harry soon drifted into yet another restless sleep for an unknown period of time.
Hours later, Harry got woken up by the loud crying of another baby. 'Damn that child! Just how much is he going to throw a tantrum! Never mind ... can't do much about him. Need to focus on myself first. Right ... since I'm stuck with these abusive relatives for the time being, I need to get them to like me. The only method I know how to do is to be a well- behaved child. Considering I'm highly intelligent, that shouldn't be difficult.
Next thing I need to do is to gain control of my magic. Luckily, with both of my parents in this world being magicians, I don't need some sort of an awakening muggle-borns need. I just need to gain control of it as quickly as possible.
In order to do that, I need to sense my magic first. On order for that to take place, the only method that comes to mind where I can do that is to meditate. Right, let's do just that."
Harry closed his eyes and tried to sense the magic that was in his body first. The only way he knew for him to do that was to meditate. Meditation was easy for him as he had spent many hours in his previous life doing so while he was training in martial arts. Therefore, it did not take much for Harry to fall into a meditative state. Slowly, the seconds trickled into minutes and the minutes turned into hours.
Despite meditating for what felt like hours, Harry did not sense any magic either in his body or in the air. Perhaps the failure was due to the fact he was still a baby. However, that did not dampen his mood. On the contrary, Harry felt excited at the challenge.
Just like that, an entire month passed. His routine was simple; drink his milk, meditate and sleep. After which, repeat the cycle. The only embarrassing moments that he faced was his lack of control over his bowls. However, this was to be expected as he was still a baby.
What frustrated him in the beginning was how quickly he got physically tired. But this was to be expected as babies required long hours of sleep in order for their physique to develop.
While meditating one day, Harry remembered reading in one of the stories in his previous life that the amount of magic you could possess in your body was directly proportional to your age. This was the biggest disadvantage that Harry currently faced as he was still a baby. Despite this, he still wanted to gain full control over whatever magic that was present in his body.
The next aspect of magic he fully agreed with was that the body was the container of magic, which was a form of energy. The stronger the body was, the more it would be able to handle how much magic it could contain at any given moment. An example that can be used was a balloon. If the balloon was strong, it handle a higher degree of air that was pumped into it. However, if the balloon was of poor quality, it could not maintain a higher degree of pressure and would pop into bits and pieces. Using this analogy, Harry decided to train his body as soon as he was able to. The only downside to this was that he would require a long period of time in order to strengthen his physical body and this plan would only come into effect once he was able to move around freely which would take at least a year as he was still a baby.
The next part of his plan which he had implemented already was to drink the bottled milk Petunia gave him as much as he could. Thankfully, since he was in the beginning of his growth period, all the energy he acquired from the milk was used up to suppliment this and although he was only a few months old, he was already growing at a pace faster than a reqular baby.
The fact that unlike his unruly cousin, Dudley, he was well-behaved helped him immensely as Petunia appreciated that a lot. Due to this fact alone, Petunia found Harry very cute and had started to warm up to him.
Chapter end
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