Chapter 1
Godric’s Hollow
The year is 2180. Wizarding Britain finally managed to settle their differences with the muggle world and has started to trade knowledge and skills that do not break the Statute of Secrecy. For example, wizarding households finally understand the need for electricity and appliances that run on it. It took them half a decade to get over the superstitions and excitement, which was equally slow and blisteringly fast by their standards.
Most of the changes that took place were thanks to a few faces on the Wizengamot that spearheaded everything, including one Boy-Who-Lived, Harry James Potter-Black. At the rather wizened age of 200, he could honestly say that he was glad that hyphenated name did not stay with him forever, or he would probably get nightmares of him being in a diaper with wrinkles.
Most people, even in the wizarding world, rarely got to his age with a fully functional bowel, if at all.
Speaking of age, even he could feel that his body has gotten to its absolute limit. Years of evading danger and fighting Dork Lord Voldy-mort did that to one’s own body. If that was not enough, his few years as an Auror did worse damage to him than the basilisk in Hogwarts second year. If only he could get a muggle job to balance his already crazy life! He regretted not being able to show Ginny and his kids the best of both worlds while they were around. Ginny passed away in her sleep almost 50 years ago. His two kids passed a decade ago, roughly three months apart from each other. His grandkids were approaching middle age already.
Life was tough with his love gone but he soldiered on.
In his bedridden state, he learned to appreciate life and the meaning of death on a personal level. Regrets faded. Prayers, if you were religious, soothed you. To him, all that was left was to thank the world and the very society that vilified him for a life that he lived to this point.
One moment, he smiled and closed his eyes. In the next, he breathed his last.
London
In the next, his eyes opened again.
As one would expect from a formerly dead person, he was confused. Confusion did not quite do it for explaining what he felt at this moment. Bewildered would come close.
Not only could he see again, but he was young. Surprisingly fit….
Fit and naked?
He thought he was in a place Death would take people to, like Purgatory but nope. He was in a house. A modest but classy house. He looked around, and he saw himself in a bedroom. One that seemed to be a teenage boy’s room. He looked again at the reflection staring back at him. His face was the same as his, including the lightning scar. His chest was a man’s. His…. nether region was a man’s region. His calves were surprisingly lean, as was the rest of his feet.
All in all, this looked like a version of him he would be very jealous of, back in his teen years. It seems to respond to his thoughts and orders, like this is his actual body. He can sense everything like he normally would if he were alive.
That part itself drove him bonkers.
He was two centuries old just five minutes ago…
Maybe his shattered mental state was not doing him any favours, but-
“HARRY JAMES POTTER, WHAT ON MOTHER EARTH ARE YOU STILL UNDRESSED FOR!?”
He probably would have sensed someone who erringly reminded him of his late mom-
“Well, what do you have to say for yourself, mister?”
Who apparently was not late after all?
He was, though.
With tears gushing down his cheeks, he quickly grabbed his towel, wrapped it around himself and-
“I’m sorry, momma!”
He hugged his mom like he might die again and never see her.
Confused and worried, she asked “Okay honey, what’s wrong? I get that I scolded you just for being late for football practice, but why’s my little stag crying?”
Indignantly, he returned “Mom, I’m not little anymore! I’m just a little overwhelmed about something the coach mentioned.
He talked to you, didn’t he?”
“Yes, he did. I don’t know why you’re still indecisive about going to a foreign exchange program, especially if it’s for a year.” She replied.
“Mom, I know nothing much about the program except that it’s in Japan at a sister school, but is that enough? It’s also tied into my football academy but I want to study to get into Oxford someday, you know?” he whined.
She softened and told him, “Harry, I understand that you want good grades and try your best to excel at everything you do. I’m extremely proud of you for that, my baby. But I’m equally worried about how you’re approaching everything. I don’t want to see you lose steam at your age, especially at a very important year. Year 11 needs you at your best and most relaxed. At least consider it, okay? It could be your chance to learn new cultures and get a new scenery. Who knows? Maybe you might make new friends or that someone special-”
“You sound more excited about the possibility of teenage pregnancy than my time away from home.” he deadpanned.
“Now, young man, who talked about birds and bees here?” she lightly scolded before telling him to dress up.
He sighed and got ready for training at the academy until a realisation reared its head into his.
How did he know he has to go for practice? How did he know that he was chosen for an exchange program? It really could not be as simple as fusing with this world’s version of Harry, right?
Hogwarts Academy for Male and Female Footballers
Turns out, it was. If it was not for the stupidly convenient but painful twitch of his scar, he would not have triggered or even finished the complete fusion of the two identical souls. What he found was simple but slightly more hopeful than his last life. He was not the boy-who-lived because his parents are here. He was not a copy of Hermione but he held his own in his school, Privet Academy.
His number one overall position would beg to differ.
Gosh, he sounded like a Gary Stu.
The one thing he was happy about was his passion in football. He plays striker, a position he played in his last life. The crazy thing was, he was actually phenomenal at his position. So great, in fact, that in tournaments, they would use a 4-5-1 formation with him as centre forward. The Hogwarts adult team was currently in the third tier of football, with only the Championship League and Premier League left if they were promoted. The youth team is in the youth league, playing against the top teams the youth could offer.
The other day, if his new memories were to be trusted, he got to sign an actual contract with Manshine City and was eligible to play with the first team. Sounds like those fanfiction thingies he used to abhor back in his day, except it was real.