It all started When I woke up In what was clearly a small male child's bedroom in a small male child's body with a wax sealed letter on my lap.

As baffled as I was by the situation I opened the old style letter in hopes that it would clarify my current situation so I could make sense of things. When I opened the letter it read.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin First Class,

Grand Sorcerer, Chief Warlock, Supreme mugwump, International Confederation of Wizards)

Dear Mr Christopher Blaze,

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

Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on 1 September 1991. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress.

The second I saw the name the letter was addressed to I felt some sort of a connection to it.

"So my name's Christopher Blaze and I'm going to Hogwarts," I said to myself in sheer confusion

I see a mirror and rush to examine myself in it.

'So I guess time travel is ruled out because I look nothing like kid me,' I logically thought.

I used to have blonde hair freckles and blue eyes I was 5'11 and I was 23, but now I have black hair as dark as night eyes as dark as my hair an unblemished face with no freckles I'm 5'0 about and look like I'm eleven.

I know it's hard to believe but I think that I've been sent to the Harry potter universe.

As soon as I made that conclusion memories about this bodies life started appearing in my head memories about family my living situation how my parents died and the fact that I was the heir to a small company known as the Blaze Corporation so I was already a millionaire and I was left alone taking care of myself since my last foster parents were abusive but the government would give out weekly emails and if I didn't respond they would send someone to check up on me.

"Holy Shit you can't be serious!" I almost shouted to myself in shock, amazement and slight fear.

"I guess this confirms it I'm in another universe and it looks like it's the Harry potter universe this is bad and what's worse is that I'm a friggin muggleborn or in

pure blood terms a mudblood",

I'm stressing out so much now what if it's different than the book timeline or what if evil Dumbledore is real or what if Harry I -'

'Pull yourself together Christopher calm down and assess the situation', My three years of experience as a police detective told me.

'So I appear to be in the Harry potter universe as an eleven year old boy who just got their Hogwarts letter, I'm a rich orphan So I have resources to get whatever I need'.

'I don't seem to have a golden finger so most of the system tricks from crack wish-fulfilment fics are worth shit and I don't have some super eidetic memory either so all I got is some money'.

'Looking at what I have the best option would be to tell Dumbledore but I don't know if he's evil. The best thing to do is lay low and gather power to survive' .

*Grrr*

All this thinking must be making me hungry according to my memories the kitchen is downstairs.

'I guess I'll go and make myself some scrambled eggs for breakfast'.

I walk downstairs to the kitchen and make myself scrambled eggs while I eat I decide on what I should do.

'It's best I don't go to diagon alley because one of the hogwarts professors could come to pick me up at any moment so I shouldn't try to do anything abnormal till they come'.

In the end I decided to go for a run and not go to diagon alley just to be careful.

I go up to my room to change into a t-shirt and shorts when I hear a knock coming from downstairs I prepare myself incase it's a hogwarts professor.

I go back downstairs and open the door only to see the carbon copy of professor McGonagall from the movies.

"Hello miss how can I help you," I say in the most pleasant and innocent voice I can muster.

"Well young man I am here to discuss hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry with you, you should have already been sent the letter".

"Oh that prank, you were the one behind it nice job by the way it must've taken a while to think up the entire prank by the way how did you find out my name," I reply pretending to not know hogwarts was real.

"Mr Blaze I can assure you that this is not a prank in the slightest and the way I found out your name was because of the book of registry it can track all Wizards and witches at the age of eleven and under," McGonagall explained to me.

"Let's say I believe you how can you prove any of what you said is true," I argued.

"Well for me to prove it to you we better go inside even if you live in the middle of nowhere you never know who could be watching", Professor McGonagall told me.

"Okay come in and show me some magic if you're not lying," I say inviting professor McGonagall in.

We walk inside my house and I lead us both to the living room.

"Now do some magic on anything in here"

"Very well," are the last things the professor says before transforming my coffee table into a pig.

"Oink", Was all the pig had a chance to say before being transformed back into a coffee table.

The only thing I can do is stare in shock and amazement even when I knew magic was real this was my first time ever seeing it and it was amazing.

"So is this enough to prove that magic is real," McGonagall says proudly.

"Yes this is more than enough to prove it to me this is incredible this opens so many doors are vampires real? are werewolves real? how many magical people are there?," I quickly spoke mixing my amazement and acting skills to make it look like I was in pure unadulterated childish fascination.

"Vampires are real, werewolves are also real and there are about twenty thousand magical people in Britain and a 2 million worldwide," She says sternly but with a tiny bit of amusement.

"Now it's about time that we discuss your schooling Hogwarts is a magical boarding school were you will learn to control your powers alongside other students I am on quite a tight schedule so we should go get your schooling supplies at the magical shopping district known as diagon alley."

"Okay how will we get there it's not like you can teleport us there can you", I ask pretending as if I don't know about apparation.

Just after I said that the professor put on the smallest smirk I had ever seen put out her hand and said three words that I would regret listening to.

"Grab my hand "

Doing as she said I grabbed her hand and immediately felt as it I was being squeezed through the tiniest hole in existence.

I finally appeared in what seemed to be a tavern and threw up.

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