Disclaimer: All original characters, locations, spells, and story elements from the Harry Potter universe are the property of J.K. Rowling. I do not claim ownership of any part of that universe, except for my original character, Adrian Lovegood.
Note: English is not my first language, so I apologize in advance for any grammatical mistakes.
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"Adrian!" "Adrian!" "ADRIAN!!!"
His name echoed like the climax of a particularly dramatic soap opera. Adrian tried to open his eyes, but it felt like someone had swapped his eyelids with lead weights. His limbs were numb, and pain throbbed in his skull like a really bad drum solo.
Is this the end? he wondered, doing his best impersonation of every tragic hero ever.
That was the final thought Adrian had before slipping into that mysterious void people talk about when they're not busy avoiding taxes.
Ten Minutes Earlier — 10th December 2023, 8:30 PM
Adrian, 20, with rockstar hair and the survival instincts of a golden retriever, had just finished dinner with his best mate, Jack. They were basking in the post-dinner glory of garlic bread and questionable decisions when the universe decided to throw them a plot twist.
As they exited the restaurant, full of carbs and poor life choices, Adrian spotted a little girl standing in the middle of the road. Because of course she was. It's not a proper tragedy without a child in peril.
She bent to pick up a stuffed bunny—probably named Mr. Fluffykins or something equally endearing—completely unaware of the truck charging down the road like a mechanical bull with a grudge.
Adrian did the only logical thing. He ran.
"HEY! GET OFF THE ROAD!" he shouted, though she was clearly too focused on bunny rescue operations to care.
He got to her just in time. He shoved her out of the way. She rolled onto the curb. Safe and sound.
Adrian? Not so much.
The truck hit him with all the subtlety of a Michael Bay explosion.
He flew. He crashed. He bled.
Jack ran to him, horror on his face. Adrian looked up with effort, like he was about to deliver a dramatic monologue.
Is this the end? he thought again, because he was clearly a fan of dramatic repetition.
And then… blackout.
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Somewhere Beyond Life
Darkness. Silence. Nothingness.
No taxes. No politics. Just blissful void.
Floating in that void was a golden orb—delicate, glowing, and distinctly unimpressed.
(Adrian's POV)
Where the hell am I? Did I fall into a lava lamp?
Memories filtered in. The girl. Jack. The truck.
So I died saving a kid with a plushie addiction. Not a bad way to go, I suppose. Heroic. Noble. Mildly stupid.
Then it hit him: I never even had a girlfriend. The universe really played me like a fiddle.
Time was irrelevant. His existential crisis was not.
At least the girl lived. I hope she becomes a Nobel laureate or something. Make it worth it.
Suddenly, a golden gate appeared, as if someone had clicked "Next Level" on the afterlife menu. Glowing runes, angelic hum—real fancy stuff.
Great. Either I'm getting into heaven or someone installed Hogwarts DLC.
The orb pulsed, as if sighing at his presence. If it had eyes, they were surely rolling. Then, the golden light wrapped around him like a cosmic blanket and pulled him toward the gate. Faster. Brighter. More sparkles than a teenage vampire.
He passed through the gate.
Adrian Lovegood 2.0 was born.
Warm sheets. Candlelight. The soft scent of lavender and just a hint of old parchment. Not your usual ER setting.
Adrian opened his eyes. The ceiling looked like it belonged in a storybook. Above him was a girl with wide silver eyes and a serene expression that suggested she'd seen some weird things and made peace with them.
"Hello," she said, voice like moonlight. "You're finally awake. Mum says you hit your head chasing a Blibbering Humdinger."
"…What?" Adrian croaked. Definitely not the greeting he'd expected.
"I'm Luna. Luna Lovegood. And you're my brother," she said, as if that cleared up everything.
Adrian blinked. "Come again?"
"You're Adrian Lovegood. You've always been my brother. Just... with a detour."
He sat up, noticed his hands were small. Child-sized.
Why are my fingers so stubby? And where are my glorious cheekbones?!
He caught sight of a mirror and staggered to it.
An eleven-year-old stared back.
"Oh, you've got to be kidding me."
Luna patted his arm sympathetically. "Mum says it's a magical reset. Like turning it off and on again."
He couldn't argue with that. The universe had essentially rebooted him.
He was Adrian Lovegood now. Eldest child of the delightfully bonkers Lovegoods. His new mum Pandora was radiant and terrifyingly good with spells. His dad Xenophilius wore mismatched socks and debated Crumple-Horned Snorkacks with their postman.
Pandora had a laugh like chimes in a storm and a spellbook collection that could make a basilisk blink. Xenophilius, on the other hand, once tried to mail a Crumple-Horned Snorkack feather to the Ministry as evidence. It was a chicken feather. They sent a very polite rejection letter.
And Luna? She was weirdly wonderful. The perfect little sister.
Magic was real. Floating dishes, hexed doorknobs, a talking hat that insulted you when it got bored.
Then came The Letter.
Delivered by owl—because subtlety is for Muggles—with the Hogwarts crest.
Dear Mr. A. Lovegood... blah blah, wands, school supplies, possibly life-threatening adventures.
Adrian's heart raced.
Hogwarts.
Where Harry, Ron, and… Hermione would be.
Hermione Granger.
The name felt important, like he'd heard it whispered in a dream. A connection not yet forged, but inevitable.
He didn't know how, but deep in his gut, he knew: their stories were entwined.
This was his second life.
And this time, Adrian Lovegood was going to make it count. With magic, mayhem, and maybe—just maybe—a date.
The magical world better brace itself.
Because Adrian Lovegood was back—reborn, eleven, and entirely unprepared.
But Merlin help them all... he had plans.
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Author's Note:
Well, well, well… look who just got reincarnated into the wizarding world like it's a casual Tuesday.
Thank you for reading the gloriously revamped first chapter of Adrian Lovegood's magical misadventures! If you've read the earlier version and thought, "This could use more sarcasm, sass, and accidental heroics," congratulations—your prayers have been answered.
Adrian's got a new lease on life, a wand in one hand, destiny in the other, and absolutely no clue what he's doing. But that's half the fun, isn't it?
Stay tuned for more spells, chaos, snark, and possibly awkward flirtations with a certain bushy-haired bookworm. 💫
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