Queenie's Perspective
We lived a very happy life. Jacob and I were allowed to marry in return for saving the wizarding community during the war against Grindelwald. Jacob opened his bakery, and I helped him manage the shop. However, due to the rise of atrocities by the Purifiers against witches and wizards in America, we left the country. We settled in Britain. It took some time to open a bakery in the small town of Little Whinging, but eventually, we found happiness again.
To be honest, my only regret is not having a child of our own. We tried to adopt, but being a witch made it difficult in America, where strict wizarding rules prevented magical families from adopting non-magical children. Unlike the European wizarding community, which interacts with the Civil Government, America keeps its wizarding society completely hidden.
Everything changed when I met a little boy.
One day, while sitting inside the bakery, I overheard a few women talking about a young boy who had set up a small divination stall. They were discussing how each of his divinations turned out to be true. He would provide a single prophecy in exchange for one dollar. Being a natural Legilimens, I could read their thoughts clearly. At first, I was surprised, but the more I read, the more intrigued I became.
That evening, I told Jacob about the boy. When he heard that the child lived in an orphanage, he immediately agreed to visit him.
The next day, we went to see him. Standing at a distance, we observed as he made accurate divinations—not trickery or deception, but genuine predictions. Then, what he did next left me stunned. Placing his hand on a newspaper, he transfigured it into a bag, carefully putting all the money he had collected inside. Before leaving, he greeted and thanked everyone around him.
Reading people's thoughts, I realized that they all had a deep fondness for him. They were drawn to him, not just because of his divination but because of an inexplicable charm—an almost supernatural allure. I began to suspect that he might have Veela ancestry.
That night, I asked Jacob if we could adopt him. To my utter shock, he agreed immediately. It seemed that he, too, had taken a liking to the boy.
It has been three years since we adopted him as our grandson. I still remember how hesitant he was at first. Reading his mind, I realized he was afraid that his powers might scare us. But after I explained the wizarding world to him and showed him some magic, he agreed—on one condition: he wanted to continue earning money through divination to support the orphanage. We readily agreed.
To be honest, we are beyond happy to see him grow into such a talented young wizard. But today's events unsettled me.
When he said he could see my parents, I assumed he had merely had a vision. But the next moment, he proved me wrong. I had planned to invite my sister, Tina, over tomorrow, not to meet our parents but to help me look after Cain. Since adopting him, we have discovered his extraordinary abilities: he can communicate with animals, aid in plant growth, heal old trees, and perform divination. Now, he has also shown an aptitude for the occult.
If I weren't able to read his mind, I would have mistaken him for an ancient wizard in a child's body.
But none of that frightens me as much as his talents in the occult. Ghosts and spirits are taboo subjects in the magical world. I can only hope Tina, having experience raising a child, can help me explain the dangers to Cain.
Looking outside the window at the bright full moon, I could only pray to God that nothing dangerous happens to him.
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Harry's Perspective
A new morning. A new day filled with happiness—but not for me.
I woke up to find a diary beside my bed. It looked brand new. Confused, I thought it might belong to Uncle Vernon, so I took it with me as I stepped out of my small Storeroom.
Making my way to the dining table, I placed the diary down and began washing the dishes. Aunt Petunia was already in the kitchen, preparing breakfast for the family.
After a while, we sat down to eat. As I picked at my bread and milk, my eyes kept drifting toward the diary, still sitting there.
"Uncle, don't you need your diary?" I asked.
Uncle Vernon scowled. "What diary? Don't try to fool Dudley, or you won't get any lunch. Now finish your food and trim the garden outside. Move!"
I frowned. If it wasn't his, whose was it?
After finishing my chores, I took the diary and climbed up a tree in the backyard to read it.
It belonged to someone named Cain Kowalski.
As I read, my initial amusement turned into shock. Cain claimed to have been reborn—so he had died? It was an interesting story, but then I came across something that froze me in place.
He knew my name.
He even knew about the lightning-shaped scar on my forehead.
Then, my heart started pounding.
He knew where I lived.
Could this be real? Could I really be a wizard?
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Hermione's Perspective
Hermione had a similar experience. When she woke up and found the diary on her desk, she was confused.
No one else could see it.
After reading it, she was left deeply troubled. She had always dreamed of being a scientist, but now, she was being told she was a witch.
The diary even mentioned the magical outbursts she had experienced as a child. That part was true. But still, she held onto the hope that this was all just an elaborate prank.
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Cain's Perspective
The constant system notifications woke me up.
Realizing that today was the day—the day the three diary holders would read their entries for the first time—I could barely contain my excitement.
Opening the system, I saw the following messages:
[Ding! Congratulations for fooling Harry Potter. Trust Rate: 70%. Elemental Magic acquired: Water Manipulation.]
[Ding! Congratulations for fooling Hermione Granger. Trust Rate: 55%. Pokémon acquired: Arcanine.]
[Ding! Congratulations for fooling Ariana Dumbledore. Trust Rate: 70%. Controllable Obscurus acquired. ]
I blinked in surprise.
I had expected a high trust rate from Harry and Ariana since the diary log I had written yesterday had detailed some of their life experiences. But seeing the rewards I had earned, I couldn't help but smile.
To be honest, the abilities I gained from earning their trust were closely related to them. Hermione had a strong affinity for cats, and Ariana was an Obscurial. So, the skills I acquired by fooling them were, in a way, an extension of their own traits. Even Harry had terrible luck when it came to water. However, one thing was clear: the higher the trust level, the better the ability I received.
After acquiring these abilities, I finally understood their true power. Water manipulation wasn't just about controlling water—I could even extract moisture from the air to create water at will. The controlled Obscurus, on the other hand, was an absolute horror. I could shape it into a shield, a weapon, or even wrap it around my body, transforming myself into a smoky Venom-like figure. Unlike the greyish-black Obscurus from the movies in my past life, mine had a striking violet hue with a silver tinge. Instead of appearing oppressive, it carried an air of majesty.
Lastly, I released Arcanine, and to my utter astonishment, he was even more magnificent than I had imagined. He was a majestic, quadrupedal Pokémon with a vibrant orange-red coat adorned with bold black stripes. A flowing beige mane framed his neck, extending to his bushy eyebrows, tail, and the tufts on his legs. His strong, athletic build radiated power and grace, while his dignified face, diamond-shaped ears, and piercing black eyes gave him an air of nobility. Two prominent fangs added a touch of fierceness to his otherwise regal appearance. He was truly worthy of the title 'Legendary Pokémon.'
I wanted to pat his head, but he stood at an enormous height of three meters, making it nearly impossible. Sensing my dilemma, Arcanine crouched down, lowering his head to my level. I could see the warmth and understanding in his eyes. In my previous life, I had worked in a pet store, so I knew the precise spots that brought the most comfort to cats. With that in mind, I started massaging those regions. Arcanine purred and let out a deep, satisfied roar, clearly enjoying the attention. Seeing him smile filled me with a sense of joy.
Just then, the door burst open, and a scream echoed through the house.
Moments later, I found myself sitting on the couch with Arcanine beside me. Perhaps feeling guilty for the commotion, he covered his eyes with his paws, trying to hide his face. Sitting across from me were Grandma Queenie and Grandma Tina, their expressions a mix of shock and curiosity. Meanwhile, Jacob and Newt had been ushered into the kitchen, though I could see them peeking through the doorway.
"So, you woke up and saw him lying beside you?" Grandma Tina asked, her voice laced with disbelief.
I nodded in response.
"Oh, good heavens!" she exclaimed. "Now, tell me—can this... Arcaine—no, that's not right—Arcanine! Yes, can this Arcanine truly listen to you? Can you guarantee he won't pose a threat to others?" She nearly mispronounced the name, but fortunately, Grandma Queenie corrected her in time.
Both Arcanine and I nodded in perfect sync. The sight must have been amusing because Jacob and Newt burst into laughter from behind the door.
"Sorry," Grandpa Jacob said when Grandma Tina shot him a glare. "But watching little Jam nodding along with the giant beast was just too funny."
Grandma Tina sighed but let it go. "Fine, let's focus on the real reason we're here." She fixed me with a serious gaze. "Little Jam, can you really deal in Occultism?"