In 1980, in southwestern Britain—Bieberel Village, the sky was dim, and a drizzle poured down on the village. A huge Dark Mark symbol flickered in the night sky, casting a shadow over this peaceful area.
Remus was carrying a baby in his arms, moving quickly through the night when suddenly a curse shot past. He rolled forward, barely dodging the spell.
"Hand over that child, Lupin. Prewett actually dared to resist the Dark Lord. The Dark Lord has issued an order of destruction.
I didn't expect Gideon to leave behind a child. Killing him means the Sacred Twenty-Eight will lose a family forever—hahahaha!"
A madman shrouded in a black robe let out a distorted laugh.
"Don't even think about it!"
Suddenly, a spell struck the black-robed man from behind, knocking him away instantly.
"Looks like I'm late, Remus." Arthur stepped out of the shadows, looking like he had just arrived in Bieberel Village.
"No, you've come at the right time. This child is the last bloodline of the Pruett family. Take him to Molly," Remus said, handing the baby to Arthur and drawing his wand.
"I received a message from Sirius—he told me to hurry to James." With a burst of spatial fluctuations, Lupin left Ottery St. Catchpole.
"Alright, looks like it's just you and me now." Arthur teased the baby in his arms, got on his broom, and rushed home.
At The Burrow, Arthur handed the baby to Molly. "I'm so sorry, Molly. When I arrived, only this little one was left. It looks like he's Gideon's child. He might be the last member of the Pruett family."
Molly took the baby, tears welling in her eyes as she remained silent for a long while.
"Arthur, let's raise this child," Molly finally said. "I'm his last living relative."
"Okay, Molly. He'll make a good companion for little Ronny, and we've got plenty of kids for him to grow up with."
Arthur understood his wife's sadness and gently changed the topic.
"We'll write to Professor Dumbledore later. Did Gideon leave a name for the child?"
"Aiden Prewett."
"Where am I?" The transmigrator opened his eyes. "Aiden Prewett? Is that my name?"
*Ding—Hello host, the Daydream System is at your service.*
"System? I have a system? Where am I?"
Aiden recalled the laughing figure from last night.
"Looks like I've transmigrated. And the Dark Lord… Lupin… is this Harry Potter?"
*Ding—Yes.*
"System, explain your functions."
*Ding—This system exists to cultivate the host's growth and help ascend to godhood.*
"Is there a panel? Show it."
**Name:** Aiden Prewett
**Age:** 1
**Talent:**
Transfiguration 7
Potions 9
Charms 7
Alchemy 6
Herbology 5
Dark Arts (Soul Arts) 8
(*Note: Talent cap is 10*)
**Magic Power (Spirituality):** ???
**Bloodline:** Trace Dragon Blood
**Spells:** None
"Looks like my potion talent isn't bad," Aiden thought smugly. "By the way, System, is there a newbie gift pack?"
*Ding—Newbie gift pack detected in warehouse. Open it?*
"Open it."
*Ding—Gift pack opened. Obtained: Seer pathway potion. Host is an infant; potion has been automatically consumed.*
As the potion was absorbed, Aiden felt his spirit lift. His mental strength, observation, and memory were slightly enhanced. Every detail of his past became vivid.
"Seer? Not bad. Can't fight, but I can use magic to compensate. And since I'm a baby, no one expects me to fight. I can sit in the background and operate in secret—fun!"
"System, what other functions do you have?"
*Ding—This system can extract the traits of potion materials collected by the host.*
"Traits? For making advancement potions?" As he thought, a wave of sleepiness swept over him. "Still just a baby, huh…" Aiden dozed off.
The next morning, Aiden woke up in his crib. Another baby lay to his left, with faint red fuzz on his head—clearly a Weasley.
"Is this one of the Golden Trio?" After looking at Ron for a while, Aiden turned his head and saw Arthur and Molly Weasley nearby, holding letters from owls and discussing them.
"Molly, Dumbledore sent word—the Dark Lord has fallen!" Arthur said excitedly.
"Yes, Arthur, but didn't you finish the letter? James and Lily also died.
Oh, poor Harry… so young and already orphaned. And why send him out of the magical world? There are many willing to take him in."
"I don't know. But that's Dumbledore's call. We have to trust him."
Listening to their conversation, Aiden pieced together the timeline.
"Looks like last night was the night the Boy Who Lived became famous—and the night Voldemort lost his body," he thought.
As Aiden reflected, he felt the potion digesting slightly. Was this part of acting? Is the Audience pathway just observing? So the 'acting' is just melon-eating? Guess I really have the soul of a melon-eating onlooker.
While Aiden was mentally rambling, Molly noticed he was awake. She stopped talking and picked up both Ron and Aiden.
"Arthur, the little guy's up. I'll take him and Ronny out for a walk," she said, lifting one child in each arm.
Aiden rolled his eyes. *Oh, Aunt Molly. Is this how you take care of babies? And I was just getting into my… observation mode.*
Molly, of course, couldn't hear his thoughts as she walked out.
Arthur called after her, "Molly, be back by noon. Dumbledore is coming to The Burrow—I'll be back from the Ministry by then too."
"Got it," Molly replied without turning back.
Outside, Aiden finally got a look at The Burrow. It was a crooked cottage with slanted roofs and irregular windows.
It looked shabby but was surprisingly sturdy. The outer walls were covered in plants, giving it a chaotic yet lively appearance.
A small garden filled with herbs and vegetables lay in the yard—some clearly magical.
"Though it's old, it feels warm and full of life. No wonder it becomes the sanctuary for the Chosen One," Aiden mused.
End of the Chapter.