The child, Albert Black, murmured to himself, "What surprises me most is that today, the day my family was murdered, is also the day I was reborn. And when I opened my eyes... I saw an angel."
It was July 31st, 1980—the same day the Black family welcomed a newborn child. And it was also the day Albert was reincarnated.
The moment he opened his eyes, he was greeted by a glowing figure swirling around him—a smiling angel.
"Ohhh, welcome, Johnny," the angel said warmly.
"Huh? Didn't I die? What's happening to me? Who are you?" Johnny asked, confused and alarmed.
The angel replied gently, "Well, first of all, my name is Gabriel. I am the angel assigned to grant second chances to good souls. You were a kind and brave young man, and your life ended tragically. That's why I've given you a new beginning. And not only that—I'm also giving you a special gift to help you survive in your new life."
Johnny blinked in disbelief. "Wait, wait! Are you saying I died… and now I've been born again? Does that mean I've left my mother and father behind?"
"Yes," Gabriel said with a nod.
"Oh no... Okay, okay. You said I've been reborn in another world. Which world?"
Gabriel smiled. "The world of Harry Potter."
"Whaaaat?! No, no, no, this is insane! That world is terrifying—especially during Voldemort's era! Please, sir, can't you send me somewhere else instead?"
"I'm afraid not. Destiny brought you here, and destiny cannot be changed. I understand the dangers of this world, which is why your gift is no ordinary one. You'll possess an extraordinary magical talent—something that will allow you to grow strong very quickly."
"Alright... that sounds good, I guess. What kind of talent is it? Will I be able to use magic more easily?"
"Yes," Gabriel said. "This gift will allow you to learn most spells on your first try. Where others need days to master a charm, you'll only need a few hours. Not only that, but your magical core will be enormous—you'll rarely, if ever, run out of magic, even in battle."
"That's... amazing," Johnny said. "So what happens now?"
"My task is complete. Close your eyes, and receive your gift," Gabriel said.
As Johnny closed his eyes, he felt an invisible hand press gently against his forehead. A warm sensation spread through his body, like a soft current of golden light.
"Take the baby and run—now!" shouted Melanda.
Regulus grabbed the infant, and the moment he did, Johnny felt a strange green light burst from Regulus' hands and rush into his own body—faster than the speed of light. Though Regulus didn't notice it, Johnny saw it clearly.
"No... don't tell me... That light—was that a fragment of Voldemort's soul?" Johnny thought. "He wants to make me into a Horcrux… A vessel to store part of his soul, so even if he dies, he can live on through me. Damn it. It hasn't even been half an hour since my rebirth, and I'm already cursed with this nightmare!"
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Back to the Present
Sirius gasped. "All of this happened... just two days after I was imprisoned?"
Regulus nodded. "Yes. Melanda named the child Albert."
"Let me hold him," Sirius said.
Regulus handed over the baby. Sirius' hands trembled as he cradled the infant, who looked up at him with a bright, innocent smile.
"I have to act like a normal baby," Albert thought. "Can't raise any suspicion."
Sirius was stunned. The child looked so much like him—with Melanda's nose and gentle features.
"I came here to entrust you with your son," Regulus said. "Voldemort will soon discover my betrayal and send his Death Eaters to kill me. He'll come for the child mentioned in the prophecy."
Sirius clenched his fists. "Damn it… I never wanted my son to grow up in this cursed prison. Alright. Go. Hide well. Don't let them find you."
Regulus gave a solemn nod. "Goodbye, brother."
He turned and walked away.
At the gate, Regulus reached into his pocket and pulled out a green pendant.
"If you want to kill me, Voldemort… I'll at least destroy one of your Horcruxes first—for my parents."
With that, Regulus disappeared from Azkaban. It would be the last time the two brothers ever saw each other.
Sirius gently unwrapped the cloth around Albert to check for injuries. Seeing none, he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Thank Merlin… Voldemort didn't harm him. But if I knew there was a piece of Voldemort's soul inside my son… I'd lose my mind."
"I need to find a way out of here," Sirius whispered. "But even if we escape, he'll come for us…"
He sat in turmoil, unsure if staying in this prison was safer than fleeing.
"I'll stay here with you, son," Sirius finally said. "I'll teach you everything I know—magic, defense, everything. One day, you'll protect yourself… and your friends."
Albert, though only an infant, beamed at the sound of his father's voice.
Just as the room filled with warmth and hope, a dementor floated silently toward the cell. It sensed an unfamiliar presence.
Sirius quickly hid Albert behind him.
The dementor stood before Sirius, draining him of all joy. Pain gripped him as the creature fed on his happiness. Had he held a wand, Sirius would have cast a Patronus Charm—Expecto Patronum—to drive it away. But his wand had been confiscated.
As Sirius neared collapse, a radiant light burst from Albert's stomach, soaring into the air and forming a spectral panther. The creature lunged forward and tore through the dementor in a flash of light.
Sirius collapsed, gasping for breath.
He turned to see the light fade, shocked.
"My son… he just cast a Patronus. He's not even six months old… What kind of miracle is this?"
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Eleven Years Later
Cell 152 echoed with the sound of excitement.
A boy darted around the cramped space, waving his hands. A chunk of the wall transformed into paper and a quill.
It was Albert Black.
"Dad!" he shouted. "You said today is August 18, 1991. But why must I leave alone? Why can't you come with me?"
"I've taught you everything I can," Sirius replied. "If I escape with you, they'll track us both. The world believes I betrayed my friends to Voldemort. I can't clear my name yet."
"But it wasn't you—it was Peter!"
"I know. But the Ministry won't believe it. When I find proof, I'll come find you. Agreed?"
Albert nodded. "Yes, Father!"
"Now, show me what you've learned."
Albert lifted his hand. "Mansuito!"
The quill and paper turned back into stone.
"Wingardium Leviosa!" he said next.
The stone floated gracefully into the air, perfectly stable.
"Immobulus!"
The stone froze, suspended motionless.
Then, lowering it to his height, he whispered, "Evanesco."
The stone vanished completely.
Sirius beamed with pride and placed a hand on Albert's head.
"Even I couldn't cast spells without a wand," Sirius said. "But you… You're incredible."
Albert grinned. "Thanks, Dad. It's all thanks to you."
"Some of the spells I taught you are dangerous," Sirius warned. "Only use them if you're in serious danger. Understood?"
"Understood."
"Alright," Sirius said. "Transform into your Animagus form and get ready to escape."
Just as Albert was about to transform, Sirius stopped him.
"Wait—you need to unlock the door first. Use Alohomora, then immediately shift into your Animagus form. Got it?"
"Got it, Dad."
Albert turned to the cell door and raised his hand. But before casting the spell, he rushed back and hugged his father tightly.
"Promise me you'll escape too when you find proof."
Surprised, Sirius returned the hug. "I promise, son. When you get out, go to the house I told you about."
"I will."
Albert stepped forward.
"Alohomora!"
A light surged from his finger, enveloping the door and unlocking it.
"Go!" Sirius cried.
Albert dashed out, transforming mid-stride into a majestic owl. He flew upward and out through the open ceiling of Azkaban—one of the few weaknesses in its security.
Sirius quickly shut the cell door behind him to avoid suspicion.
Moments later, two
dementors floated past. Finding nothing out of place, they moved on.
"Good luck, son," Sirius whispered.
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( Alright, guys, I understand that most of you might find the beginning chapters boring—and that's completely fair. But I just ask for a bit of patience, because right now I have over 200 chapters that I've written myself. A year ago, my friend posted 40 chapters here on this site, and maybe some of you noticed similarities between the two stories. That's why I personally went on to complete 200 chapters, and I plan to post 10 to 12 chapters every day. So please be patient until the exciting chapters begin. Thank you all)