Chapter 2: A Legacy Soaring in Blue
Three days had passed since my grandmother's death.
I now found myself under the care of Aberforth Dumbledore, whose gruff demeanor only partially masked his genuine care for my grandmother and, surprisingly, for me. Despite his rough words and grumbles, I could sense the quiet sorrow beneath his steady presence. A sorrow that matched my own.
In those three days, my memories had returned in full. They were so vivid.
My name is Nero Cassius Nova Ravenclaw. I was born in 1971, and I am ten years old.
And...this is my second life.
Voldemort, the Dark Lord, had been "defeated" mere weeks ago by a baby named Harry Potter. The wizarding world should have been celebrating, but instead, I found myself swept up in the aftermath of the chaos left behind.
Bellatrix Lestrange's Cruciatus Curse had been the catalyst for the return of my past life's memories. Memories of a man from the 21st-century, a Frenchman who loved reading Harry Potter fanfiction and had never imagined waking up as a part of the story he'd cherished.
I now bore the name Ravenclaw, heir to the legacy of Rowena Ravenclaw herself. Yet, I couldn't recall any mention of Ravenclaw descendants in the original series.
My mind buzzed with questions that I had no answers for. Was this world the same as the one I had read about? Or had it diverged in ways I couldn't yet understand? How did I end up in this world?