While Altair watched his girlfriend slowly recover, he remembered his second life.
Once he transmigrated into this world, he noticed how it differed from J.K. Rowling's canon.
Hogwarts started at 16 years old.
The canon generation entered Hogwarts in 2011, twenty years after the books.
The inventions are more modern: there is a variant of cell phones.
Polygamy was normal. For those with enough status.
Ah, and witches are fucking hot.
The first time he walked through Diagon Alley was uncomfortable; after all, a 9-year-old boy shouldn't have an erection.
His aunt, who was accompanying him, cast a spell on him that caused pain as more blood accumulated in one place. That is to say, when an erection began to form, a slight pain followed. The pain intensified until it matched that of a kick in the balls.
The bitch gave him erectile dysfunction. Until he entered Hogwarts, of course.
Narcissa Malfoy was a pure-blood lady. Her mother's sister, Bellatrix Black.
Both were beautiful women. Too bad Bellatrix is in Azkaban.
Altair and his older sister were raised in Malfoy Manor. His sister got engaged to young Draco and gained more rights than he did. He was raised to be the lackey of the little blonde idiot, Draco.
It didn't work very well, in his child body, having the mind of a teenager; following the orders of a child didn't suit him. The rejection of Draco, and the Malfoys set out to break him.
The emotional manipulation of the Malfoys, hearing the constant "You should be grateful," "Your mother was a dark witch," as if Lucius were a saint.
Each of the words he heard was meant to destroy his confidence.
And shit.
They did it. Actually, it wasn't just them.
His magical power was barely greater than that of a squib. At Hogwarts, he was exhausted after a day of practical classes.
He made a friend in his childhood... and she became Draco's concubine.
His mother was a killer; his guardians only cared for him because of the little influence his Black blood granted him.
Ah, was his father mentioned? Actually, he doesn't know who; the inheritance test didn't give names, only a surname: "Asmodeus."
He had a vault with a blank book in it. That was it; as long as he was a minor, he would have to stay with the Malfoys, who "trained" him. He turned seventeen a year ago, but the Malfoys managed to obtain custody of him for another year.
Narcissa liked to remind her how superior her own son was. It's not that she blamed her; Bellatrix was the eldest, the most beautiful, the strongest. It would be normal for jealousy to exist. When it's a bitch like Narcissa, the consequences of jealousy increase.
Altair hated it, hated his new life, hated how it was just like his previous life; he didn't gain a skill, a trick, a system. Just blue balls and emotional damage.
His two years at Hogwarts were a breath of fresh air, for the most part, if you ignored last year's Serpent King.
He entered Ravenclaw to stay away from Draco in Slytherin and Neville in Gryffindor; Hufflepuff wouldn't welcome a child of Death Eaters no matter how "loyal" they are.
Ravenclaw was the obvious choice. He was magnificently ignored, except for a few jokes from the Weasley twins in honor of Neville.
He didn't mind looking for the Philosopher's Stone, nor did he steal the book from Ginny's hands.
He could barely take care of himself, how did he expect to deal with other people's problems?
Every galleon he saved was snatched away by the Malfoys. At first, he didn't understand why such a wealthy family would steal a small amount of galleons.
So he would depend on them.
Even the thousand galleons he got from the Room of Requirement were confiscated. He learned not to take any more money from the room.
He was not a genius. His talent was average and he only excelled a bit in theory and potions, where Snape frequently brought him back down to earth.
Snape was kinder. Perhaps the fact that Lily Evans had survived eased his heart. And the fact that she divorced James Potter and works as a Muggle Studies teacher at Hogwarts gave him hope.
It's a shame that Lily doesn't even give him the time of day.
It's funny to see how Snape tries to flirt with Professor Lily in the Great Hall. Just to be brutally ignored.
He's not even in the friend zone; their friendship was broken so many years ago.
Altair enjoyed mocking Snape in his mind; even if he were a bit kinder, he was still a shitty teacher. His meanness didn't reach nine thousand points, it was more like eight thousand five hundred. At least he hasn't made anyone cry... too much.
Altair's life was bad: average talent, good memory, horrible relatives, a kind older sister who became horrible over the years.
And he was cursed.
A blood curse. It was the cause of his weak magic. He probably won't live past twenty-five.
One could say he had a "damned reincarnation".