Diagon Alley was bustling, the cobbled street alive with magical families crisscrossing in and out of shops, children comparing cauldrons, owls hooting from high perches, and the scent of roasted chestnuts mingling with fresh parchment. We had finished gathering our school supplies—robes, quills, potions kits, and more—when we ran into something I wasn't expecting.
Correction—someone. "HAGRID!" The voice was unmistakable. Hermione had stopped dead in her tracks, eyes wide as she looked up… and up… and up. Standing near Flourish and Blotts, towering over most of the street, was Rubeus Hagrid, his shaggy black beard like a blanket and his warm beetle-black eyes focused on the two women beside him—Aster and Hinata.
"Oh my god, he's tall," Hermione whispered, clutching her shopping bag to her chest. Hagrid turned, noticed us, and grinned. "Well now—look at this bunch! I've heard about yeh lot!" he said, walking over in heavy but excited steps.
Hermione stood frozen. "H-Hello," she managed. "You're… very large." Hagrid laughed heartily. "Tha's cause I'm half-giant, missy. On me mother's side." Hermione blinked. "Really?" I caught the inquisitive gleam in her eyes. Before she could start the barrage of questions, I slid in. "Let's eat first, Hermione," I said gently. "We'll have time for interviews later."
She blushed a bit but nodded. Sirius greeted Hagrid warmly with a clap on the arm. "You're still terrorizing the Magical Menagerie, I see." "Oh, jus' lookin' into some supplies for a little project," Hagrid said with a wink. "Ain't every day yer guarding high-profile items, eh?" I froze just a little at that.
The Philosopher's Stone. So it's already in play. My thoughts flicked to the black flame. If it devoured something like the Stone—what would happen? No. I wasn't ready for that not yet. Besides I didn't want to kill Nicholas Flamel and family that were link to the stone.
We all made our way to a nearby floating-plate tavern where the food enchanted itself onto your plate after you described it aloud. My mother called it a waste of good home cooking, but she let it slide—this time.
As we sat down, Hinata noticed Nyx, perched calmly on my shoulder. "Oh…" she said softly, reaching out. Nyx looked at her with cool sapphire eyes. Then… purred. "You named her?" "Nyx," I said, as the cat nuzzled against Hinata's hand. "Found her in a side alley. A strange woman gave her to me."
Both Hinata and Aster stiffened—subtly, but enough for me to notice. "She just… gave her to you?" Aster asked, setting her cup down slowly. "Did she ask anything in return?" Hinata added, her voice low, almost musical. "No," I said. "Just told me to name her. Said it was an investment."
Aster's expression sharpened, but she hid it well behind a smile. "If anything else like that happens, you tell me—or your parents. No exceptions, Callum." "Promise," I said seriously. Hinata reached into her bag and pulled out a small charm etched with Japanese kanji in a red bag . It glowed faintly when she touched it to my palm. "Protection against evil spirits," she said. "And it can shield your dreams. From corruption. Or from yourself."
"Thank you," I whispered. "You're welcome, young one," she said. "Use it wisely." After the meal, laughter and stories passed like butterbeer in summer. Hermione asked if she could study with us before term started. Her parents gave a cautious yes. My mom didn't hesitate. "Please. Maybe you can keep my boys humble."
"Hey!" "Oh hush. You could use the competition." Harry laughed so hard he nearly dropped his cauldron. Hermione beamed. We exchanged numbers the Muggle way—enchanting the parchment to store them so we could call each other when needed.
By the time we returned home, the sun was beginning to dip. My room was peaceful. I sat on the edge of my bed, bags and suitcases neatly packed at the foot, each marked with runes to keep things preserved.
I glanced at Nyx, now curled gracefully on my pillow, her eyes slowly blinking closed. I considered storing everything in my system inventory—but that would make people ask more question than I want to answer? I sat cross-legged, the charm from Hinata around my neck, and focused.
AIA. She responded instantly. >Yes, Callum? "Show me the data we have on my black flame's absorption ability."
> Searching… available records incomplete due to current proficiency. However, current data suggests that the black flame can consume magical energy from creatures, items, and people. From dark curses, charmed or hexed items of all kinds transforming them into raw energy to be consumed for growth all of base abilities from knowledge to power and abilities.
"Can it absorb artifacts? Like the Philosopher's Stone?"
>Potentially. Risk unknown. Some artifacts may trigger backlash or alter the system's function. Magical relics tied to immortality are high-risk.
I paused. "So… if I devoured the Stone, I could become immortal?"
>Possible. A huge boost depending on the quality of the stone. But spiritual corruption, mana overload, or timeline divergence may occur if the vessel is not durable enough to handle it. I need power but I need a strong enough body to handle the power. I leaned back, one hand resting near Nyx.
The other, faintly glowing, reached toward the shadows forming in the air. Let's see what else this flame can do. As the final stretch of summer dwindled, the manor became a blur of spellbooks, and potions , and occasional scorch marks on the drapes. My mother didn't mind—as long as the flames didn't touch her music collection.
Most afternoons were spent studying with Harry, and when possible, Hermione joined us. She lived too far for daily visits, but when she did come, she absorbed knowledge like a sponge in a flood. Me and Harry were still ahead We knew the first-year curriculum and beyond like it was our second nature. Potions, charms, transfiguration basics, even some early spells. Harry really had come into his own still confident but humble a sharper than any version I remembered from the books.
But Mom wouldn't let us rest or entertain the idea of cockiness. "Remember there is always someone stronger and smarter out there don't relax just cause your ahead, take the time to polish yourself ."
After a small duel in the backyard where I accidentally shattered a boulder instead of levitating it, I had to agree that's when Dad stepped in. My mother, elegant as she was, rarely used a wand. Her command of ambient and wandless magic made it unnecessary. But Dad? He was like a conductor with his wan never rigid but always move with intention and always efficient sometimes Brutal, if he needed to be.
"Since your mother wants you two to learn discipline," he said one afternoon, "I'll show you how to control your power." He stood before us with his Ashwood wand, twirled it once—and the air cracked like a whip. "Both of you," he continued, "have raw magical reserves far beyond your age group. Combine that with powerful wands, and you'll break half your spells before casting them right or they might break you."
He was right. Casting the Levitation Charm, I found my spell launching the teacup into the ceiling, embedding it into the plaster. Harry almost went more blind when trying Lumos. "I guess we're too strong," Harry joked, rubbing the back of his head. "No such thing as too strong," Dad said. "Just too sloppy The next two weeks became a focused on control it felt like the candle training all over again.
Adjusting mana output. Holding spells at the edge of release without casting. Casting them just enough times until we got use to using our wands. By the final night, everything was packed. My trunks. My school robes. My wand holster. My runic etching kit, my potions pouch, and the enchanted bracelet and ring Aster Harry gifted had gifted me to discreetly store low-tier magical tools.
Nyx curled up at the foot of my bed, her sapphire eyes watching as I sat with my knees crossed, eyes closed, mind open. I pulled up the Status Window with a thought:
Status Window – Callum Tesfaye Dawn
Age: 11
Flame Proficiency:
White Flame: Intermediate (85%)
Gold Flame: Intermediate (85%)
Black Flame: Intermediate (85%)
??? Flame: Intermediate (65%)
Magic Disciplines:
Wandless Magic Proficiency: Advanced (90%)
Legilimency: Intermediate (55%)
Occlumency: Intermediate (55%)
Parseltongue: Novice (20%)
Invisible Wall: Intermediate (50%)
Telekinesis: Advanced (48%)
Mana Meditation: Novice (70%)
Magic Missile: Novice (25%)
Active Quests:
Influence Harry Potter's Life For The Better – Progress (57%)
Those Who the World Forgot (Heal the Longbottoms) – Progress (50%)
Inventory:
Magical Amplification Potion x2 (1 full, 1 half-used)
Potential Unsealing Potion x1
Felix Felicis x1
Enchanted Journal
Ebony Snakewood Wand – Power & Spell Efficiency +15%, Danger Sensitivity, +(20%) Luck in Mystical Encounters, Lightning affinity (+25%)
Obsidian Fang
Essence Stone (empty) x1
I stared at it all everything I'd gained and everything I hadn't used yet. Some items I held back on for the right moment to maximize their use. The Obsidian Fang still hummed in the dark. The Essence Stone felt like a test I wasn't ready for. The last Potential Unsealing Potion glowed dimly with quiet promise.
And that journal who wrote it and who left spells in it meant for me? The only ones who ever called their gifts "investments" were M… and that woman in the alley. I closed the window and breathed deep, settling into Mana Meditation. Nyx padded closer, curling against my side. Tomorrow we'd leave for King's Cross and I'd be rewriting history.
It was late and the moonlight spilled through my window like silver paint, Nyx curled in a perfect ring of black at the foot of my bed. The manor was silent—only the occasional flutter of a ward or the creak of ancient wood spoke in the stillness.
I opened my eyes, summoned my System Interface, and mentally whispered:
"AIA."
> Yes, Callum?
Her familiar, serene voice echoed softly in my mind with a feminine and calming tone. "I need you to do something," I said, sitting up slowly. "Can you take all my memories from my past life about the Harry Potter books, movies, and games—and pin them?"
>Pin them?
"Yes," I said. "Keep them accessible, categorized. So I can recall key information at the right moments. Especially anything that might help me grow stronger, acquire useful resources, or understand key characters before they cross my path."
>Task confirmed. Categorizing primary source materials and prioritizing timeline-sensitive data for growth-based events.
A small pulse went through my mind like a breath of cold air. My memories… became clearer. Sharper. Neatly filed and ready to access.
Then AIA added:
> Would you like to include Fantastic Beasts source material as well?
I blinked. Then smiled. "…Yes. Please." A warm chime sounded as the knowledge was added. That satisfaction gave way to a deeper curiosity.
"AIA," I asked, "how can I mutate my body?"
A beep
> Authority level insufficient. Please reword to refine intent. She said in a robotic voice and tone
Tch. Classic. "…Alright. Can I mutate my body using magical creatures—like in The Witcher? Enhance myself biologically to gain resistances, strength, senses without the sterility issue?"
>Affirmative. Magical creatures possess bloodline abilities and mutagens. These genetic qualities—when isolated or bonded correctly—can strengthen your base body, from physical changes such as metabolism, muscles, hormones to senses, mana reserves, lifespan increase, or even grant passive abilities. However…
"However?"
>Compatibility is not guaranteed. Infusing a foreign magical essence can cause physical and possible spiritual corruption, the body may reject the mutagens, or death may occur. You must reinforce your base constitution or spiritual core before attempting high-tier fusions.
I sat still for a moment this wasn't just lore anymore this was alchemy. So I do need to increase my constitution maybe getting a regeneration ability will help I should try to get in contact with Dumbledore's phoenix Fawkes.
I opened my inventory, staring at the Essence Stone resting in my palm. It shimmered with gentle pulses of empty potential.
"AIA," I asked, "can I absorb the essence of a magical creature without killing it?"
>Yes. Simply making skin contact with the target and the stone is sufficient—so long as the creature has not been dead for more than 72 hours. Extraction is clean and does not harm the target unless it is magically unstable.
Good I can feel this idea coming together. "…What about humans?" I asked, quieter this time. "If I use the black flame on someone… what can I gain?"
AIA's reply was calm. Cold. Factual.
>The Black Flame, at higher proficiency, can break down physical and magical matter and convert it into essence. Depending on the target's strength, magical reserves, bloodline abilities absorption may yield skills, attributes, knowledge, or hidden abilities.
"Give me an example."
>Subject: Albus Dumbledore.
I froze.
>Estimated Absorption Outcome at Current Proficiency:
— Magical Power: (30%)
— Knowledge of Arcane Magic and Ancient Runes and more (20%)
— Phoenix Affinity: 60%
— Bloodline Traits: [Undisclosed] (10%)
— Arcane Core Trait: [Undisclosed] (10%)
— Success Rate: 65% ::
"…So I could gain his power and knowledge just like when I absorb a piece of Voldemort's soul?"
> Yes if your proficiency was higher you would have gain more when you did that.
That sentence hit deeper than I wanted to admit but I pressed on. "What about lifespan? Can I extend it?"
>You currently possess the natural magical lifespan of a gifted human. Approximately 150 years. Magical enhancement may extend this limit. Youth retention is possible through potions, contracts, rituals, or rare relics, but full immortality is a separate process. Absorbing through the Black Flame may increase lifespan and youth retention but nothing more then 5 to 10 years is currently possible at your current proficiency.
Then I decide to switch to a different subject and ask more questions."…Is Merlin alive in this world?"
A pause.
> Authority level insufficient.
"...Morgan le Fay?"
>Authority level insufficient.
"...Are there gods here real?"
Silence then: > Authority level insufficient.
I smirked darkly.
"…That's a yes."
I leaned back, still reeling from all the implications. "AIA… is there anything I should know before Hogwarts? A hint? A clue?"
For a moment, she was quiet.
Then—
> Notification: Incoming Message
> " Stop searching for shortcuts slacker become stronger and smarter if you want to know." -M
A shiver went through me M. Again but before I could speak, AIA added:
>Would you still like a hint based on what I can provide?
I stared at the glowing window then whispered: "…No. Instead—give me quests. Assignments. Anything I can do once I'm at Hogwarts to continue getting stronger."
AIA paused.
>Understood. Generating Hogwarts-Based Quests…
The screen blinked once.
>No quests can be given at this time. Reason: insufficient karma and fate interaction.
AIA's voice rang in my mind, robotic and cold.
I narrowed my eyes. "What does that mean exactly?"
>Authority not high enough to receive a full explanation.
"Of course it isn't," I muttered, rolling onto my side.
This "Authority thing" was starting to feel more like a leash than a rank.
I sighed and sat up. If I couldn't act through quests, then I would shape the world my own way—through knowledge, influence, and the weight of my words. I summoned my wand from the nightstand. It responded instantly, sparking softly with golden light and a pulse of yellow static.
A quick flick and parchment, ink, and four enchanted quills flying from my shelves to hover in the air.
One for each letter, I will take M's advice and stop looking for shortcuts and make things happen on my own.
Letter One: Augusta Longbottom
I kept it simple. Respectful.
> Lady Augusta Longbottom,
I write to thank you for your patience and during a recent moment at St. Mungo's.
I will return at the end of the term to complete my efforts to heal Frank and Alice. Progress has been made. I believe a breakthrough is coming.
Please tell Neville to stay strong. He has more strength than he knows.
– Callum Tesfaye
Letter Two: Madam Amelia Bones
A formal tone. Gratitude, followed by promise.
> Madam Bones,
I thank you for your trust and support during recent events.
Though I now head to Hogwarts, I will continue sending you detailed research papers. My goals remain the same—reform, security, and balance for our magical society.
May your wisdom continue to shape the Ministry into a place we can all be proud of.
Respectfully,
Callum Tesfaye
Letter Three: Nicholas Flamel
This one… was tricky.
> To the Esteemed Nicholas Flamel,
I hope this letter reaches you in peace. I understand the value and danger of your knowledge creations, and I seek neither to take nor replicate it. But I do offer something in return—insight, a concept I believe may reverse aging more efficiently and maintain a more fulfilling life style for you and your family you may find useful. I will be attending Hogwarts this year. Should you wish to speak further, I am available through secure channels as.
In curiosity and goodwill of bettering the wizarding and muggle world.
Callum Tesfaye
I sealed the envelope with a soft press of my white flame.
Letter Four: Gellert Grindelwald
This one would be dangerous if not completely pointless.
> Gellert Grindelwald,
I am not writing as a disciple, nor as a follower. But I do write as a child of potential, and a believer in your core philosophy: the magical world must change. I do not support violence or tyranny. But I do believe the next generation must rise—not through fear, but through power, truth, and unity.
My name is Callum Tesfaye Dawn. I am eleven years old. I am the heir to my Tesfaye family. I wield incredible power and seek direction to best use it. I believe your brilliant mind can help me find the right direction. Should you wish to speak—on ideology, legacy, or the world's future—I will listen.
This is not an offer of submission. It is an invitation to witness something new.
– Callum
I let the ink dry naturally and stamp it with the family seal.
Letter Five: Albus Dumbledore
This was the longest. Ten pages. Five of text, five of diagrams and proposed spell theory.
> To Headmaster Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore,
I write as a future student, a loyal child of the magical world, and a boy who has already seen too much. Hogwarts is a beacon of tradition—but it must evolve due to .
I propose the following changes to the curriculum:
— A physical education requirement, including dueling, swimming, strength, Weight training.
— The introduction of Wandless Magic Control classes.
— Mandatory on physicaleducationsuch as sex and the human body.
— Cross-discipline potions studies with botanical integration (sample draft potion enclosed).
— A sample potion in a sealed vial to increase energy, and two of the new enchanted sweets created in Kyoto.
I do not expect you to approve all this. But I do expect you to consider it.
Respectfully,
Callum Tesfaye
Once the ink dried, I sealed each scroll and stepped into my father's study.
My mother was already there, dressed in her midnight shawl, drinking a cup of tea near the black oak desk.
"Letters?" she asked. I nodded. "Five. Each for someone… important." She smiled, then turned to the ornate mirror against the far wall—its edges carved with protective runes and lion sigils.
"Hold the name and the face in your mind," she instructed. "The mirror will do the rest."
I nodded. Augusta Longbottom. Her face came easily. The mirror shimmered. I passed the letter through. It vanished into silver mist.
Each one followed—Madam Bones, Nicholas Flamel was harder so I used the movie version from Fantastic beast and did the same for Grindelwald but the HP movie version since it's the most consistent image I have. (A lot of these characters in this fanfiction look like a mix version of their movie and book counterparts, some look like a better attractive version of movie counterparts), and finally… Albus Dumbledore. Each time, the mirror pulsed once.
When I finished, I asked, "Why haven't more of these mirrors been made? The efficiency is…" She cut me off with a smile. "Because creations like this always becomes corrupted. Your father made three. One here, one in America for your fathers family, one in Kyoto with your Aunt." "Only three? I said"
"They're linked. Untraceable. But can deliver items through reflections but only one sided without another mirror and even spy on certain people. But if the person is powerful enough they will notice or interrupt the connection. If even one fell into the wrong hands…" she let her words trail off. "The damage could be incalculable." I nodded. "Thanks, Mom."
She placed her hand gently on my head. "You're doing well, Callum. Just remember—your mind must grow with your power. Don't chase too much too soon." I smiled. "I'm trying." And I was.
But as I returned to my room, mind racing, I still couldn't help but open my potion journal. I had questions. Ideas. Could I brew something like Elixirs of Arcane Cultivation of Potion of Arcane Recovery or a Potion of healing would be perfect from D&D? Could I recreate a Invisibility Potion? Was there a combination of local magical herbs that mimicked Phoenix Tears?
Even failure would teach me I brought out my vials and poured over my notes as I get ready to head to the green house. Nyx climbed onto the desk, curling up next to a glowing vial that hummed with faint black light. Tomorrow, I'd board the train to Hogwarts. But Tonight, I brewed like a mad scientist.