Taking On The Magical World

Edited On: 4/1/2019

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I had led a pretty dull life back on earth. I was just your average everyday high school student. I did have my own problems and difficulties, but it was never something to cry over.

I use to go to school just so that I could get my high school diploma and I was an average student when it came to school. It was not that I was not smart, heck my IQ was at 127 when my dad made me take it. It was just that school did not grab my attention.

Now that I think about it right now, that is how my life was, boring! And with nothing to grab my attention. All I did was go through the process of living until I died one day. Even that was not attention-grabbing! I did not die saving anyone, or to some evil plot, all that happened was that I passed away in my sleep one day.

Now here I am, in complete empty, silent darkness, and I cannot move or even feel my body at all for that matter. All I could do is just think as I drift along in this place of nothingness.

So, this is it, all it comes down to when you die is nothingness. Well dang, even the afterlife is dull as hell. Seriously, I would have been in high spirits for some trip into Hell because I am sure I did think about killing off my bitch of a step-mom, plenty of times.

I sighed to myself. I just wished my life was a bit more magical.

I guess all that is left to do is to go to rest, an eternal sleep. I say to myself as I started to drift off to sleep. Then all of a sudden, it seemed like my wish was denied since I was grabbed by a gigantic flaming hand that appeared out of nowhere and it throws me far, far, away.

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I woke up again to a blinding light. This time I could sure as hell feel my body, since I got smacked on the a.s.s and let out a yelp of pain. I stared daggers at the person who slapped me across the a.s.s.

"Congratulations Mrs Lovegood, it is a healthy boy!" The woman who smacked said, as she handed me over to a beautiful woman with luxurious golden hair, and silver eyes that would twinkle in the light, if you looked at them closely. She seemed to be very pale and sickly. But all the same, she smiled brightly as she held me in her arms.

"Thank you, healer," the woman who seems to be my mother replied.

"I shall get you some potions, deary so that you will be able to move about. Oh, should I let your husband in? He seems to be pacing around nervously outside." the healer asks my mother.

"Yes, please let him in, and thank you again." My mother said, and the healer ran along.

A man stepped inside after the healer left, who had shoulder-length dirty blond hair and looked to be slightly cross-eyed. He was dressed in a caramel colored suit, with a funny colored suit tissue folding.

"Xenophilius come. See our son!" My mother said to the man, who must be my father. He quickly comes over to the bed, and my mother hands me over to him.

My father looks at me, and you can feel the happiness oozing off of him.

"Okay give him back to me," my mother says immediately to my father.

"But I barely held him," my father complained to her.

"Hem, are you fighting with me, for my son?" My mother asks him with her eyebrows raised.

"No, no.... here you go," my father says shakily.

That got a good laugh out of me, and my father looks at me like I throw away all his face away. My mother also laughed, and my father gives me back to my mother.

It feels nice to have parents who love me, in my past life I had a nasty step-mom and a foolish old man for a father, who didn't even give me a moment out of his life.

"You have the same eyes as your mammy, huh? They look like that they are fullied with intelligence and so clear just like the bright blue sky. Muh, you know what! That is what I am going to name you, Caelum. It means sky in Latin," my mother said.

"Good naming my dear," my father said from the side lines.

My mother says, "Of course it is, and I will be naming all the other children we have."

My father vigorously nods his head. I see now who is in charge of the house.

At that moment the healer comes back in with some flasks with different colored liquid inside.

"Here you go dear, just drink these and you can rest, and tomorrow you shall be released." The healer said that all in a breeze, she gives my mother the potions to drink.

"I should run along. I need to get back to work on the Quibbler. I will pick up the both of you tomorrow morning. How does that sound dear?" My father asks.

"Yes, run along honey. I shall see you tomorrow," my mother said sleepily as her eyes started to drop.

I cannot believe it. I am in the harry potter universe, but how? Was it because I wished my life was magical and that being sent to this universe. But how could I end up in a fictional world of a book? Is the Multiverse theory true or is this just an illusion? You know what, f.u.c.k that, here I am, part of the wizarding world. Why the hell am I thinking about stupid things, I get to studying magic! Finally, I can have a life that is not BORING!

And forget my past life, it was shitty as hell, and there was no one I cared about in it. So I am now CAELUM LOVEGOOD!

But first, before I shake up this world up, let's go to sleep.

For the first time ever, Dus... no Caelum felt alive.

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I woke up feeling like I would fly away from whoever was holding me.

I looked around where I was, I was being held by my mother in seats that are apparently not bolted.

"We have arrived at Ottery St Catchpole," said the conductor at the front. My parents quickly got up from their seat, and they seem to run off the bus. That is when I knew we were on the knight bus, I have no idea how somebody did not die on this bus yet.

"Have a good day Mr. and Mrs. Lovegood and be careful of those death eaters." says the conductor, my parents are already rushing down the steps of the bus and do not reply back to him.

After we get off the knight bus, it zoomed away. "I told you we should have done side-along-apparition instead of taking that damnable bus." My father said as he looked off into the distance of where the bus went.

"There is no way we are doing that I am not going to have my baby splinched." My mother said irritated. It seems like they already had this argument before.

My father waved his hands in surrender when he saw my mother's temper increasing. We walked home, I have to say it is a weirdly shaped home, but this is where I will be spending my life for now on. Our house is shaped like a rook, and it is hidden amongst the hills and surrounded by gardens with what I think are magical plants.