I died and became my 2nd Favourite Character
This is the story of me, a normal hearing-impaired girl, who found herself in front of a green light for the second time. Now, you might be thinking, “Hearing impaired? Green light? That doesn’t seem normal at all. And also, isn’t the green light from Harry Potter?”
Wait, wait… chill maadi (Bengaluru slang for "chill out"). Let’s go back in time, about 14 years ago, to another dimension on a different Earth. In the continent of Asia, in the country of India, in the state of Karnataka, in the city of Bengaluru, I, a 21-year-old, was sitting in an auto (rickshaw, for those who don’t know what it is), happily listening (yes, I said I’m hearing impaired, but that doesn’t mean I can’t hear anything; it just means I need a louder volume—hearing is a spectrum, people) to devotional songs in all kinds of languages (no, I’m not religious, it’s just that Indian classical religious music is catchy as hell and melodious too).
Then, truck-kun (yes, a truck from all those* Isekai comics I read came to bite me in the ass) crashed into the auto (you can imagine the rest; don’t want to imagine my death, obviously, but I can say it was painful as heck). I was dropped into this infinite void of black. I seemed to be sitting on nothing, literally floating on nothing. And wow, as if that wasn’t enough of a mindbreaker, subtitles (you know, the ones from movies—ps: if you don’t use subtitles, how are you even understanding anything, you psycho?) started forming in front of me.
-Welcome to the void. Time, as you knew it, has ceased. Now, a new perspective awaits.-
Huh? What? As you can imagine, I was baffled as heck.
Then I remembered. I had died. Very violently.
“Oh damn, I didn’t expect to die that fast,” I said aloud, my voice echoing in the chambers. Oh well, now I don’t have to be stressed out by my career and the prospect of living.
“Where am I?”
[Redacted] You are in the limbo where souls come to rest. You are given the choice of reincarnation. You may choose the following worlds: Book Worlds:
Harry Potter
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Movie Worlds:
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Huhhhh? These are all my favorite worlds that I read or watched, and I desperately wished I was a character to change certain aspects of the story. I guess the universe knows everything, huh?
"Please choose a world in T-minus 59 seconds."
“Wait, wait! What about the information on each world? I can’t remember everything about them!”
The necessary memories, including the ones you already have, will be inputted into the reincarnated body. There will also be a gamer system to assist you in retrieving memories.
“I see, how very convenient… What’s the catch?”
You have only one life in each world, no second chances. You can get hurt just like any normal human being. There is no unlimited storage space or other advantages, aside from access to necessary memories. You will learn and develop the same way as your peers in each world.
“Huh, okay, sounds fair.”
"Please choose a world. You have 10 seconds."
“Ah, wait, wait! What should I choose? HARRY POTTER, Harry Potter! That’s what I’ll choose.”
Ping. You will now be downloaded into Harry Potter as ----.
The system, or whatever you call the subtitles in the air, started rolling images like in video games when you press a button and it lands on some random picture. Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived—
Oh, come on, that’s so obvious. Now, this doesn’t mean I don’t love Harry Potter. I do! His sassy self is amazing. But I’ve read way too many fanfictions where he’s the main character. Maybe I can do something different with him. Hmm, very interesting.
While I was thinking all of this, I didn’t notice that a white circle started forming around me. By the time I realized, it was too late to react.
“Aghhhhhhhhhhh!”
I was free falling through what seemed like empty space. I could literally see Earth—wow, it was beautiful. Nothing beats the sight of Earth as a whole. But then I got increasingly frightened because I was about to be burned to a crisp. As I crossed Earth’s atmosphere, I didn’t feel anything. Then I lifted my arms and realized they were kind of transparent, like colored film. It suddenly clicked—I was in an astral form, like in Doctor Strange when he projects himself floating around. I was like that.
I fell through the atmosphere, passing through clouds, and then I could see my original country, India. But I wasn’t falling there; I was headed toward Europe. Then I realized where, and when, I was going to land.
“Oy, system! You #$Z% I don’t want to meet the Dursleys!”
-Sorry [Redacted], you must begin at the start of the storyline, which is where the author decided to start.
Which means I’m going to begin as an infant. Oh great.
-Get ready for impact, [Redacted].
I saw baby Harry in what seemed to be Hagrid’s giant arms. But something was different about baby Harry. Before I could figure it out, I was blinded by a white light and pain—oh my god, the excruciating pain I was in. I couldn’t speak or move. Then suddenly, the pain stopped, but I was still in shock. So, I let out a cry.
“Waahhhhhh waahhhhhh!”
My voice came out as a high-pitched wail, and I couldn’t stop the tears.
A surprisingly gentle but big hand, which covered my entire body, patted me on the back.
“Oh, Jazzy, ye awake! Ye musta been scairt. There, there, ye’re alright. I am ‘ere. It’s okay.”
I calmed down hearing that deep voice, reading the subtitles that formed in Hagrid’s typical speech. Thank goodness for that feature. Wait... pause... Jazzy? Who the heck is Jazzy?
System, who is Jazzy? I spoke in my mind
-Jasmine Lily Potter, daughter of James Fleamont Potter and Lily Maria Potter nee Evans.-
What? How did that happen?
-You were originally female; hence, to avoid any psychological problems of an unnecessary sort, you were changed into a female.-
(AN: Now, this can come across as transphobic, I promise I am not trying to do that, but I simply do not know how to write a trans character, so instead of writing a character that does not respect the trans experience, I will write from what I know as a cis female. I may include trans characters in the future as side characters.)
Oh, thanks, I guess… what’s with the pain?
-Your soul needed to adjust to your new body.-
Hmm… I did not enjoy that.
Meanwhile, while this dialogue was going on, Hagrid had touched down on a pathway. The surroundings resembled rural England with the same houses next to each other. There was a chill in the air. I started to feel cold. So, I pulled Hagrid’s beard.
“Owch, Jazzy! What’d yeh go an’ do tha’ fer?”
“Jawwy Cold,” I told him in my limited vocal ability.
“Oh, Jazzy, yer freezin’! Don’ worry, I’ve got an extra blankie in me pocket."
I was shifted from one arm to the other as Hagrid searched for the other blanket. That’s when I spotted them—Albus Dumbledore and Minerva McGonagall. Arrey, they look exactly like they do in the movies! And now that I think about it, Hagrid also looks just like the movie Hagrid. I was fangirling so much in my head that I didn’t even realize when my body reached out towards the headmaster, and before I knew it, I blurted out,
“Heh heh, Dumbly!”
Omg, omg, body, why did you say that? I wanted to dig a hole and disappear forever. I quickly slapped my tiny baby arms over my mouth.
The headmaster had just taken me from Hagrid’s arms. He looked at me, sadness written all over his face. Those famous twinkling eyes of his—nowhere to be seen.
“Ah, James has been speaking of me, hasn’t he, my dear?” he said in his calm, measured tone.
And then, before I could stop myself again, I blurted out, “Dada, Dada!” while clapping my tiny arms together.
Urm, system, why is this happening? I am not actually saying this.
-You have a bit of the original soul imprint on you. That is what is speaking. When you go to sleep tonight, you will remember everything the baby remembers, excluding being in the womb and being born, and you will regain full control.-
Oh. Oh, I felt sad for the baby who was originally in this body. Well, baby Jaz, I will live life well for you. I willed to the skies.
By then, I heard a choked sob from the right of me. I turned and met the stern face, which was not so stern but rather full of sorrow, of Minerva McGonagall, my fifth favorite character from Harry Potter. Again, my vocal cords moved of its own accord.
“Min Minnie,” I cried happily, shoving a chubby fist towards her.
“Aye, that lass... Professor Dumbledore, are we certain it’s wise to be leavin’ this wee lass in this place?” she said, holding.
As soon as I heard that, I felt dread creeping in. Endure 11 years of hell in this place? No way in hell.
Suddenly, I spotted a black dog just ahead. Which gave me a brainwave. We are in the Harry Potter world, right? Then there must be some source where all the magic happens. So, I stuck my thumb in my mouth (hey, I’m currently a baby, don’t judge) and concentrated deeply. Soon enough, I found a ball of what seemed luke strings of light wrapped like how wool is wrapped(imagine fairy lights wrapped like wool lit ) . Wow, that’s what magic looks like. After being momentarily distracted by the beauty of my magic , I grabbed a string and pulled , in the real world, I cried out,
“Pafoo, Pafoo!” pointing at the dog. I willed with all my might to bring a certain someone here right now.
And suddenly, in front of the dog, Sirius Black dropped on the stone pavement, scaring the bejeezus out of the dog, which scampered the other way with its tail tucked. Oops.