Year 1991.
Manchester, Stone District, 444 Lily Street.
"Ian, soon we'll be able to go to Chetham's School of Music together!" Hermione gazed at the boy beside her, speaking with eager anticipation.
Ian lifted his head from his book, revealing a handsome yet youthful face. Beneath his red hair, his bright green eyes shone with clarity, and his delicate features looked as though they had been sculpted from classical art.
Ian reached out to ruffle the little girl's head, smiling gently.
'Yes, Hermione, we can go to school together. But it'll not be Chetham's School—it'll be Hogwarts.'
Ian had been comfortably watching the Shameless TV show at home when, all of a sudden, the television burst with a loud "pop," and the next thing he knew, he had spectacularly transmigrated.
At first, he thought he had reincarnated into a namesake "Ian," even preparing himself to redirect "the original Ian's" preferences if needed.
But as soon as he opened his eyes, the words "Don't hurt Harry and Ian—they aren't the children of the prophecy" left him utterly bewildered.
"Avada Kedavra!"
Barely giving him a moment to think, that strange yet familiar green light came hurtling toward his face.
The threat of death made Ian instantly recall more than a year's worth of memories from his infancy.
Ian now understood that he had transmigrated—or rather, reincarnated—into the magical world of Harry Potter. His identity was as a character that didn't exist in the original story: the youngest son of the Potter family, and Harry Potter's twin brother—Ian Potter.
Fortunately, his mother in this life—Lily—shielded them from the Killing Curse with her body.
But the force of the curse threw Ian out of the house, leaving him unconscious on the lawn, thus allowing him to escape Voldemort's pursuit.
As for his twin brother in this life—Harry Potter—who came with a legendary protagonist aura, he also miraculously survived, thanks to Dumbledore, and was taken away to become the "Boy Who Lived" destined to defeat Voldemort.
In contrast, Ian was not so fortunate. Perhaps due to a butterfly effect, Dumbledore didn't come to rescue him like he did with Harry. Shortly after Ian was left on the lawn, a passerby mistook him for an ordinary child and sent him to an orphanage.
Although Ian had become an orphan, with his parents gone to the heavens, he now awakened a succubus system with boundless power.
As long as he could make others fall in love with him, he could earn charm points, which could be exchanged for various magical items and skills.
Wasn't this just a dating system, plain and simple?
Thinking of all the stunningly beautiful girls in the original story, Ian felt his heart race with excitement.
Life in the orphanage wasn't as difficult as he had imagined. With his soft, adorable looks, Ian could easily get away with anything he did, living comfortably and even thriving in the orphanage.
The other children adored him, and the adults, feeling sorry for such a young boy who had lost his parents, treated him with extra care.
When he was seven, he had a chance encounter in the park with the Granger family of three, and he quickly became close friends with the sweet and adorable Emma—oops! Hermione Granger!
Using his considerable charm points, Ian easily won over Hermione's parents, who soon started seriously considering the idea of adopting him.
But Ian politely refused, saying he "didn't want to trouble Mr. and Mrs. Granger."
As if he could ever be content to call Hermione his "sister"—how could he possibly have a clear conscience dating the young witch if they were siblings?
Oddly enough, his refusal only made the Grangers feel even more compassion for him, and they signed a foster care agreement with the orphanage, bringing him into their home to care for him.
Over the years, they even treated him with more affection than their own daughter, Hermione.
Just as he had hoped, Ian and Hermione grew up together as inseparable childhood friends.
Whatever Hermione had, Ian had as well.
When Hermione took dance lessons, piano classes, or attended tutoring sessions, the Grangers would sign Ian up too, treating him entirely like their own son.
Meanwhile, Hermione, convinced by Ian's smooth words, wholeheartedly believed that he was her future husband...kekeke
"Ian, you're daydreaming again!" Noticing Ian's distraction, Hermione pouted, put her hands on her hips, and pretended to be upset. "Are you saying you don't want to go to Chetham's School with me?"
"How could that be?" Ian chuckled, reaching out to pinch Hermione's chubby little cheeks, and replied gently, "I'm really happy to go to school with you."
Hearing this, Hermione instantly broke into a big smile, her dimples showing faintly, so adorable that it melted Ian's heart.
She grabbed his hand eagerly, looked up at him with a beaming smile, and said, "Then it's settled! We'll go to Chetham's together, go to university together, and…"
"And what else?" Ian asked, amused.
Hermione's cheeks flushed, and she mumbled softly, "And we'll date each other."
"Alright, we'll date each other," Ian replied with a low chuckle.
"You're the best, Ian!" Hermione exclaimed, happily throwing herself into his arms, nuzzling him like a little kitten.
Ian laughed and gently patted the little witch on the head.
If he set aside his inner plans of "wooing the young witch," the scene certainly looked quite heartwarming.
Meanwhile…
In Britain, London, at Hogwarts Castle.
"Albus! That child is still alive!"
Professor McGonagall burst into the headmaster's office, looking excited as she held the enrollment list. "I saw Ian Potter's name on the Book of Admittance! He's a new student this year!"
Hearing this news, not only Dumbledore but also the portraits of past headmasters in the office all leaned forward in surprise.
Ian Potter.
Harry Potter's younger brother—the boy was still alive!
"Minerva, are you certain there's no mistake?" Dumbledore stood up, his tone serious.
"Absolutely no mistake; I saw his name with my own eyes!" Professor McGonagall insisted, handing the list over to Dumbledore. "The child's name is on the list of first-year students this year; there's no doubt about it!"
"Oh my, I thought that poor child had perished in the attack…" Dilys Derwent murmured from her portrait, her voice heavy. "After all, the Dark Lord wouldn't leave any loose ends."
Hearing Headmistress Derwent's words, both Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall fell silent.
They all knew that Ian Potter's survival was nothing short of a miracle.
Phineas Nigellus Black, from another portrait, clicked his tongue. "Truly surprising. I thought the Potter family had been wiped out entirely, except for that one scion, Harry Potter."
As the previous headmasters began to murmur among themselves, Dumbledore raised his hand to silence them. "Enough. We should be grateful that the child survived."
He turned to Professor McGonagall. "Minerva, regarding Ian Potter, we need to make some thorough preparations."
"You're absolutely right, Albus," McGonagall agreed with a nod. "We cannot allow that child to suffer any more harm."
The portraits of the past headmasters chimed in as well.
"Yes, we must protect him."
"We cannot let history repeat itself!"
He and Harry are both children of prophecy!
They are our hope to defeat the Dark Lord!