Amended note 16th January 2021: This is my first fic, I realize in hindsight that sheer world and lore building do not make a story, but it was something I had to experience for myself. This fic is great if you want to delve in the intricacies of magic, not so much if you're looking for an adventure proper. Having said that, I am happy about the parts that I wrote this fic for, namely the Lore and the Worldbuilding, and I hope that you may find inspiration within this work of mine.

Original Author Note: I OWN ONLY MY OCS,

This is my first attempt at SI-OC Harry Potter Fanfiction. As I said in the title, my character will focus on the worldwide threat: the inevitable failure of the Statute of Secrecy and the following failed attempts at integration between the magic and mundane worlds. More than that, he will focus on magic.

He will mostly leave Harry Potter and his friends to fend for themselves until Triwizard, from there on it will be AU.

There will be magic theory, elemental understanding with elements from Naruto, alchemy, rituals, and Crafting of various kinds. I hope you enjoy this story, but I do not really care. this is really going to be some kind of sandbox for me to play with magic.

I don't really think I will put lemons in it, because quite frankly I don't think writing what the MC thinks about anal sex is character building. There is a fuckton of smut out there if you need to wank, use a bloody porn site.

I'll write what I can, when I want, so there it is.

P.S.

I said it on my profile already, but I shall repeat: suggestions and constructive comments and reviews are welcome. If you don't like what a character does or does not, save yourself time and don't tell me since the characters will do what the hell I want them to (that's the whole point of fanfiction).

If something doesn't add up feel free to tell me. Especially if magic doesn't make sense! I want the magic to keep its wonder, but while paradoxes can exist, absurdities like Fate or Death or miracles aren't acceptable to me. So if something comes out as such, tell me!

I hope you enjoy my work, and please consider supporting me at:

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On my site there are avaliable pdf versions of all of my works, which can be downloaded

Many thanks to lubabpaul for the beta-ing!

Chapter 1:

Awake

The first thing I can recall properly, or my first memory, is feeling somewhat confused.

This was for a lot of reasons: I was no longer twenty-two years old (at least judging by my pudgy hands, blurry vision, and the attention span of a mosquito), other children were roaming around, the adult people around me were clearly not speaking my native language, and I was enthralled by a bright orange wood cube.

Don't get me wrong, I normally don't despise orange, or wood, or regular geometrical 3-D objects, it's fascinating, really, but before this first memory of me in a little body, I am quite certain I was just about to submit my thesis for my Bachelor's degree in Physical Engineering. Thereby my confusion.

It most definitely was not a dream, simply because if you can think about being in a dream while you are sleeping, it's really easy to distinguish it from reality. At least this has always been something I could do.

My confusion was slowly subdued by my rising panic.

WHAT THE FUCK!?

I was almost hyperventilating, and boy isn't that something stupid to do? The other children would notice something was wrong with me, as would the adults, and I would find myself in some secret military lab being dissected for some reason or another. Maybe I was overthinking it.

Obviously, this chain of thoughts was not helping. A sudden crash caused me to stiffen. Raising my eyes from the fascinating orange cube I could see the window's glass had cracked and was missing shards. I couldn't explain it, but some part of my mind recognized that I was the cause of that event.

Oh, so I AM a military experiment. I thought.

Because seriously, what else could it be? Going from being 22 years old to a toddler around other toddlers with telekinetic mind powers triggered by panic? I was clearly a child-soldier to be.

But the adult in the room squealed in fright, before ushering the children away from the window.

Following a gut feeling, I spent the following hours crying and blending in with the other children

No adult praised me or in any way recognized what would [should be] be a success for their military development.

Maybe I was a failed project?

So, in conclusion, it seems like: I was a twenty-two years old telekinetic almost engineer in the body of a toddler, and it looked like I was not under observation.

If history or comics of any kind have taught me anything, it is that revealing yourself to be somewhat different without being in a position of power is madness.

So, keeping it secret it was.