On October 24th 1926 Adam Avery was born, a normal boy as far as pure-blood wizards go, if you asked his parents what he was like there answers would would fall in line with what most parents of the Sacred Twenty Eight would say about there children, a fine heir and future Lord.
Adam was raised on a strong set of ideals by his Father, such that if he was a normal child it would surely turn him into a carbon-copy of said Lord, who believes himself to be above the general riff raff of society, and that's not even going into the views he's been taught about muggles, or filthy muggles as is common to hear from the Lord.
But Adam is no normal child, no not at all, for as the years crept on and the fateful day arrived of July 24th 1938, Adam like all wizarding children across the isle received his Hogwarts letter, with the permission from his father he leapt from the Manor dining room and rushed to his chambers, where he all but ripped his letter open,
Now where a normal Pure-blooded heir to a family of the Sacred Twenty Eight would start to read the letter Adam couldn't, Not for an inability to read but due to the fact that upon opening the letter he immediately past out.
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(Mc pov)
I woke with a pounding headache, opening my eyes lead to confusion on where i was only for more pain to assault my brain, at least this time the pain gave me clarity on my situation.
I've been reborn or transmigrated or something, I'm not exactly an expert on the afterlife but being sent back in time to the 1930's in the harry potter universe doesn't strike me as a common occurrence.
You may ask yourself how i know where i am, well not only do i remember my past like as a 23 year old British fellow born in 2001, but i also recall my 11 years as Adam Avery, not to some perfect recall standard but enough to think that instead of taking his place, we've more than likely simply merged with each other,
Taking a quick glance at the letter that's appeared on top of my Hogwarts acceptance letter confirms my theory,
Dear Adam Jackson/Avery
First of all no you did not kill this boy, simply merged together to create a new whole, if you haven't figured it out by now then let me be the first to inform you that you have been sent to the harry potter universe, I've also thrown the twilight universe into the mix, not for any true reason I just thought that the vampires could use a bit more sparkle.
Now don't panic I've not through you into this universe withought any help, I'm gifting you a little boon in the form of near godly talent with potions, you will still have to study the subject but give it a few years and I'm sure you could even brew immortality.
Lots of love,
ROB
I watched the letter go up in flames, and just as this godly being said i can now grasp and understand potions to a degree I've never thought of before,
this is in part due to the fact that for the past three months i have been getting tutored on the subject by a potion Mistress that the family has on a payroll, from what i've heard from most social gatherings this is common practice for heirs to make sure we are better prepared.
Obviously this is extremely unfair to people that can't afford to pay potion masters there extreme prices but I'm not going to complain.
Already I can think of three different ways to start on the cure for lycanthropy, or multiple ways to create potions that would permanently increases various aspects about my body, not that this body will lack in the looks department, from a look in the mirror i can already see myself becoming a heart throb with my wavy blond hair and electric blue eyes.
Wow that sounded extremely arrogant even in my own head, but still a potion that will increase my height wouldn't go amiss, I'm sure we have a drop of Raam blood in stock I can pilfer without my parents knowledge,
With Hogwarts coming up my potion lessons have come to a halt but due to a stamp of approval from my teacher I've been allowed free rain of the brewery room, not to be confused with a muggle brewery room, vastly different.
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While getting apparated to Kings cross station I couldn't help but let a feeling of satisfaction overcome me, already i could feel that my various potions where taking affect, I've carefully made sure that the changes only happen over an extended period of time, my first one was obviously height increases, anything that can get me back to my adult size faster is welcome.
Already I'm a good head taller than most kids my age, not that I would take it too much farther than this, i don't want labels of giant or god forbid troll blood in my family to start appearing, but i would defiantly make sure i always staid ahead of the curve.
Another change I'm getting used to is enhanced eye sight, nothing crazy but i can confidently say that nothing would escape my sight.
And last but not least is better memory recall, believe it or not but that one was the easiest for there already is one in the name of the wit-sharpening potion, which is a bit of a false name for it doesn't actually make you smarter but instead improves your memory for a short while, all i had to do was make it permanent.
Now like i said it doesn't make me smarter it only improves my ability to recall memories, some people don't see a difference but you only need look at my ability with potions to see the what i mean,
It feels like the ROB made me a genius to the extreme level for everything involving the creation of potions, how they did this is beyond me but I guess that's what makes them a god.
Saying goodbye to my mother I start to head towards the train, Aware that I'm about to subject myself to eight hours of surprisingly complicated politics from a bunch of eleven year olds.