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CHAPTER 2 : Expected///What is this

Dazai didn’t know how much time passed, really.

It was a blur, a very odd blur.. Her memories were there, blurry of the several moments her parents, uncle Padfoot, Uncle “Moony”, and the odd “Peter” guy who seemed way too suspicious, spent with her.. Her family was way too happy, healthy, for it to be hers. It doesn’t make sense, really…

Why did she get reincarnated here?

Why? To ruin this family?? Is that why?

Because, really, Dazai didn’t belong here.. She’s way too broken to belong in such a happy, light hearted family. She’ll just ruin everything for them, and probably make all of them regret even having her…

So why..?

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Punishment, probably. This is probably happening to remind her of the definite fact she doesn’t belong anywhere.. How cruel.

It’s currently nighttime, and Dazai is supposed to be asleep. She slept a little, but when she woke up she decided to just reflect. Really, she isn't gonna cry.. Her mother seems to be getting increasingly worried with the constant lack of any kind of wail, cry and tears.. But Dazai, despite being an infant right now, is way too dignified of herself to consider crying over something as trivial as baby needs.

Dazai shuffled a bit, should she call herself Osamu? First name? Cause really, now she knows her family name is “Potter” therefore using her past surname seems a bit weird.. Osamu might fit better in her head.

Alright, “Osamu” it is…

She can hear something going on outside of her nursery, are her parents having fun? Really, it’s a little noisy.. But it seems to be more like rushed whispers than anything else— Footsteps, hurried footsteps running down the stairs… Then suddenly, the door opens and her mother, Lily, hurries inside the room.. Rushing to her crib.

Is… Is something happening right now?

“Harriet.. It’ll be okay, baby, it’ll be okay..” Lily said, scooping her in her arms in a protective manner that immediately alerted Osamu, her mother wrapped her arms around her. It was a warm embrace, but a tense one… Something was going on.

There was noise coming from outside the door, from downstairs.. Something fell and then heavy footsteps were heard walking toward them…

“We should’ve made Sirius the secret keeper.. Peter, why…”

Huh…

Osamu heard a lot during the past months, she figured it out a lot too.. Her family had something they liked to call “Magic”, apparently, and they were hiding from something… Or someone… With a spell, she didn’t know how any of this worked, really. But from what she can gather, the spell worked through some kind of secret keeper…

And apparently, “Uncle Peter”, the secret keeper… Betrayed them.

Of course the peace wouldn’t last forever…

She was then startled by a big explosion of the door to her nursery, Lily placed her back in the crib, sitting up, Osamu watched as a man walked through the place a door once was.. The man had a monstrosity of facial features, his nose slick and serpent-like, eyes a bright shade of red and no hair coming from his non-existent scalp.. His skin was light gray, and he was wearing some kind of black robe…

Is that who they were hiding from? He looked ridiculous, really… Even the Chibikko looked better than that.

“Please.. Have mercy— Not my baby girl….”

“Step aside, foolish woman. I just need the child…”

“No! Please!! Not her, I-I– Take me instead, please—”

A big flash of green light erupted from a stick— Wand?— in the man’s hand, and Lily fell to the floor with an echoed thump..

Osamu couldn’t see her mother’s face, but she could very well see that her chest wasn’t moving. She wasn’t breathing, she wasn’t alive anymore… The man glanced at the figure of Lily in the ground, before turning to Dazai.

…He killed her mother.

…He. Killed. Her.

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She didn’t… She didn’t do anything, from what Osamu can understand. She was trying to protect her, and she died because of it…

…

The man pointed the wand in her direction, Osamu refused to look at her mother’s body. She refused to cry, she refused to wail.. She was not a baby.

“AVADA KEDAVRA”

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Is this it?

…Probably.

At least she died too, just like her mother…

….BOOM

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…She’s not dead.

Damnit…

She’s in someone’s arms, someone’s very big arms.. The guy, as she can very clearly see, is much taller than anyone she’s ever seen, and big too. Damn, Osamu can imagine Chuuya beside this big guy, pfft…

But… Back to the issue..

Her mom, and probably her dad too, are dead.

…

She shouldn’t have expected anything else.

They were too good… For her.

Osamu knew they were currently being flown in a flying motorbike (Oh Chuuya would’ve loved that if he couldn’t already use his ability to levitate the thing), the giant was flying somewhere with her.. Is she gonna be put in foster care?

She was sleepy, really, but did not succumb to the fatigue.. No, she stayed awake.

Some time later, the flying motorbike came to a stop on a dark neighborhood.. In the neighborhood, Osamu could see two other people other than the giant. A woman with a stern, but apparently cracked, expression, seemingly old and almost gray. And a man who was definitely past gray, with a beard that could rival Santa’s…

“Hagrid” Said the old man, sounding a bit relieved.. Is Hagrid the giant’s name? “At last. And where did you get that motorcycle?”

“Borrowed it, professor Dumbledore sir.” Said the giant, Hagrid, climbing off the thing with Osamu in his arms.. Osamu shifted slightly, clearly awake as she stared at ‘dumbledore’, the old guy.. “Young sirius black lent it to me, i’ve got her sir.”

“No problems, were there?”

“No, sir— House was almost destroyed. But i got her out right before the muggles start swarmin’ around.. The girl looked so s’eepy, ‘M surprised she didn’t fall asleep yet.”

Osamu isn’t gonna fall asleep until she’s out of these people’s grasps, really. Hagrid seemed fine, good-hearted at most and wouldn’t do anything.. The woman looked fine too, but the old man seemed way too interested in her with the glinting of his eyes. And Osamu sure hated old men, especially those fascinated by her.

The old man and woman suddenly bent forward over the bundle of blankets, Osamu used her tiny hands to get the blankets off her to try to see more of their features other than what she already could…

“Bah” She let out a noise, staring directly at the old man..

If he tries to carry her she’s gonna wail…

“Is that where—” Whispered the old woman.

“Yes” nodded the old man. “She’ll have that scar forever.”

“Couldn’t you do something about it, Dumbledore?”

A… Scar. Awesome, she has a scar in this life too. As if the countless others she had in her past life weren’t already a very annoying thing..

‘Dumbledore’ shook his head. “Even if i could, I wouldn’t. Scars can come in handy. I have one myself over my left knee that is the perfect map of london underground—” Huh… “Well— Give her here Hagrid, we’d better get this over with.”

Oh. Nuh uh. As soon as Dumbledore, as the man was apparently called, tried taking her from Hagrid’s arms Osamu did one of her best shows of acting and started crying, not too loudly but still crying, batting her hands at the old guy’s hands and even biting him with baby teeth, which didn’t do much…

She tuned out them trying to calm her down and just cried harder until Dumbledore put her in one of the neighborhood’s houses doorstep.. She then softened her cries and pouted, sitting up in the blankets in the ground… She turned to stare at them, them who looked confused on why a baby would cry so hard just because Dumbledore picked her up.

“I presume she doesn’t like you, Albus.” The old woman raised an eyebrow in a skeptical way towards Dumbledore, who looked like someone who just handled something they had no idea how to handle.

A baby, well…

The man pointed a “wand” at her and said a few words, then placed a letter in the blankets. before turning back to the others and they started talking.. Hagrid let out a howl, a sad howl. Wow. And then all of them went off their ways, Osamu didn’t pay attention beyond that.

…She was not gonna wait here on this doorstep until morning.

Could she cry to try to get whoever was in this house to wake up?

Ugh… It was cold here. Letting a baby in the doorstep of a house in november was an awesome decision, wasn’t it?

Osamu turned to stare at the door, she fumbled and made a few baby noises, then narrowed her baby eyes at the door and gave the deepest breath a baby could muster… Before letting out a loud wail, and starting to cry as loudly as she could…

It took a few minutes, but eventually a disheveled, sleepy-looking woman with blonde hair, a thin long neck and overall very thin figure, opened the door. Osamu softened her cries when the woman finally came.. Instead staring at the woman with big eyes, trying to make herself look as cute as possible.

The woman sighed and bent down to pick her up.. Seeing the letter and picking it up too.

Then they headed inside, the woman placed Osamu on the couch and read the letter. Osamu was just staring at the woman, her reactions while reading were very clear.. She start coughing a minute later and sent Osamu a glance that carried both contempt and sadness.

…Hm.

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Chuuya hated being a baby more than anything else right now.

She couldn’t walk properly or do anything without someone trying to help her, hold her, laugh at her, or carry her.. She wasn’t left alone at all other than when she was supposed to sleep. And was given no privacy, and was given toys and things like that. Stupid toys. Baby shit she didn’t need or want…

Ugh.

Time passed fairly quickly, at least..

She had at least 5 brothers, and her mom was pregnant so another one was coming.

All of her brothers, especially the twin ones who couldn’t keep quiet, were insufferable.

This was hell.

(Except it wasn’t. Here, she was taken care of, fed, and treated as family.. Family, something she never had or even thought about too much in her past life. She had no memories of a family, nothing. The closest thing was Ane-San and Verlaine. But both weren’t that close with Chuuya, no, they were there. But just… There. It didn’t feel like family. This felt nice and warm, knowing that someone here cared enough about you to feed you, take care of you, sooth you, play with you…)

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