The Hidden Snake of the Lions (Harry Potter SI): Chapter 1

I always knew I was not normal.

I mean, what normal child has clear and coherent thoughts as a two-year-old child?

The worst part is that I don’t even know why I have such a clear sense of self and the concept of common sense. Hell, I don’t even know why I am questioning all of this in the first place.

What I do know is that this is probably not my first life, given the flashes of images and concepts that pass through my mind now and then.

A flash of a beautiful scenery here, the face of a beautiful woman there, a few strange creatures that feel very familiar but whose names elude me, that kind of stuff.

The downside of this clarity, however, is that I can’t spend more than an hour or two awake since my body can’t support the thinking capacity that I possess right now.

How do I know this? Once again, I don’t know.

But what little I do know is that my name was Adrian. But now, it is Harry. Harry Potter.

While there is nothing I want to comment about with my given name, the family name does ring a bell.

The Potter name feels very familiar, and every time I think of it, I have flashes of images in my mind.

Images of a few men and women, all of whom invoked some kind of happiness within my heart.

But the biggest inconvenience with my current situation?

“Harry, dear, it's time for your meal~”

This. This is it.

The sheer indignity of being fed milk through a bottle, all the while I can’t even control my bodily functions.

It's bloody infuriating!

Worse yet, I can’t do anything about it!

Bloody hell! I hate this!

The woman with long ginger hair picked me up and started feeding me while the man with glasses watched us with a smile.

Presumably, these two are my current parents, and given their accent and way of behavior, they are definitely British, which feels familiar but odd at the same time.

I think I may have been British in my past life or spent a lot of time in Britain.

Suddenly, I felt my eyes droop as my consciousness started to blur.

It looks like I’ve used up all my energy for today by thinking deeply about this situation.

At least I did manage to find out something interesting today.

My current parents are quite the superstitious folk since I saw them going through various religious rituals, some of which felt familiar while others were not.

Whatever the case might be, I can’t wait to get out of my current predicament.

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Ok, news update, shit hit the fan real fast today.

It looked like a regular day, waking up with a migraine that I have gotten used to and getting fed and shitting myself while overthinking and wishing for death to claim me again due to sheer embarrassment.

Then, some old dude wearing honest-to-god pointy wizard hat just appeared in the middle of our living room and spoke about some shit that I did not understand.

Although, I did feel there was something familiar about the way this guy appeared and disappeared from our home.

‘Apparition Charm’

For some reason, those words have been stuck in my head ever since I saw that disappearing act of that old man.

Is it the name of whatever power he used? I think it is.

After his visit, there was a storm of activity in the house, followed by my parents packing up the essentials for travel.

Soon, another guy drove to our home. This one looked slightly haggard and looked very delighted to see me.

Probably a family friend or something. I heard that his name is Sirius.

Quite a strange name, that one.

Sirius drove us for hours on end until we arrived somewhere that felt very eerie.

For some reason, I felt a strange energy in the air. It felt like I was being engulfed in a warm blanket on a cold night. Cozy and secure.

I did not have much time to contemplate things as my energy ran out, and I fell asleep.

Although it felt like my headache had increased in intensity several fold.

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………Someone up there hates me with a passion.

“Harry~ look at me! I got this for you!”

“Sirius! Have you lost your bloody mind!? He is a child! What is he going to do with a broom??”

“A toy broom. How is he to become adept at the use of a real one if he has no practice. Besides, I’ll give him mine when he grows into it!”

“Won’t there be better brooms available by that time?”

“Even you, James!?”

I ignored the three adults in the room and continued glaring at the roof, trying to curse whatever higher power had put me in this predicament in the first place.

That intense headache I had yesterday when we arrived here seems to have been because my mind was trying to piece together whatever memories I had of my previous life.

And I’ve managed to piece together a few things.

First things first, that strange energy I felt? That was magic. Specifically, Ancient Magic.

What the hell is the difference? I don’t know yet. I just know that they are different.

How do I know that it was something as bizarre as Magic?

Apparently, I was a magic user in my past life.

From the meager details my mind managed to piece together, aside from my previous name, I found out that I lived somewhere in the Scottish Highlands and practiced magic.

For now, that is all I managed to retrieve from my memories, but it is enough for me to curse God or whatever else put me in this situation.