Today, three dragons were about to break out of their eggs. To be honest, I wasn't sure why Grandpa Newt agreed so easily this time, but none of that mattered. For me, it was all about the excitement of being inside his magical suitcase.
We were on our way to the secluded area where the dragons were kept. Since dragons are highly territorial creatures, magizoologists often keep them separate from other habitats. As we walked, Grandpa Jacob entertained us with stories of his first encounters with dragons. Though he exaggerated quite a bit, it was still fun to listen. Grandpa Newt would occasionally interrupt his bragging with corrections, while Grandma Queenie kept taking pictures of me, as she always did.
It was Grandma Queenie who first called me 'Little Jam.' At first, the name felt odd, but now the whole town knows me by it. Maybe my younger mentality is affecting me because the nickname no longer bothers me. Besides, Grandma Queenie has this peculiar habit of taking endless pictures of me. Our house is practically covered with them. When Grandma Tina and Grandpa Newt visited us for the first time, I had hoped Grandma Tina would talk some sense into her. But to my surprise, she simply took a photo album with her when she left.
As we approached our destination, the distant roars of dragons grew louder. Passing a huge lake, we entered a cave where I spotted a dragon resting. From its appearance, I recognized it as a Ukrainian Ironbelly. Only Grandpa Newt and I ventured inside since the dragon eggs had started emitting fumes—an indication they were about to hatch. Mother dragons are extremely sensitive to the presence of other beings during this time.
Grandpa Newt trusted my ability, and I didn't disappoint him. As I approached the dragon, it raised its massive head and looked in my direction before slowly stretching its neck toward me. Seeing this, I quickened my pace. I ran my hands over its enormous head, marveling at the sheer size of its body. It was mind-blowing. Never before had I seen a creature of such immense scale. The dragon then nudged me toward its eggs.
Grandpa Newt chuckled and said, "I've never met a mother animal so eager to show off its eggs hatching. I'm honestly jealous of your talent. Little Jam, don't misuse this ability. You'll find that, more often than not, animals are far more trustworthy than humans."
Grandpa Newt had been saying things like this all morning, but I couldn't quite grasp the reason behind his words. For now, my attention was entirely on the three eggs. Cracking sounds echoed throughout the cave, and we held our breath in anticipation. Moments later, the eggs hatched, revealing three baby dragons.
It was… wonderful. Witnessing new life was an experience I would cherish forever. But then, to everyone's surprise, the newborn dragons approached me instead of their mother. This unexpected turn brought another round of laughter from Grandpa Newt.
We spent the rest of our time helping the mother dragon feed her young. Though they were just born, their curiosity knew no bounds. In their playful mischief, they even managed to break some of Newt's instruments. After playing with them for a while, I finally left as they grew sleepy. Stepping out of the cave, I found myself smiling. It had truly been a magical moment. I silently sent a prayer of gratitude to God for blessing me with such a wonderful family.
Click. The sound of a camera shutter interrupted my thoughts. I turned to see the others waiting for me. Without hesitation, I ran to them, eager to share my experience.
Later, after taking a bath and ensuring Fawkes and Ho-Oh were settled in another room, I returned to my own. Lying on my bed, I glanced at the trust values. I decided to focus on Harry and Ariana for today's journal entry. Getting them to cross 90% would grant me a new diary holder along with a lottery draw point. Then, as I pondered the memory-sharing option, an idea suddenly struck me.
I posted a photo of myself standing with my entire family, surrounded by magical creatures. Arcanine stood behind us, while both Phoenixes perched on a tree in the background. I stood in the center with Niffler and Bowtruckles on me, flanked by both elderly couples. Around us were a few Occamies, a Thunderbird, a Zouwu, and the mother dragon with her three newborns.
Additionally, I shared another picture—our first family photo, which featured both elderly couples, me, and Albus Dumbledore.
Dear Diary,
The first picture shows my current family. To my right are my adoptive grandparents, Queenie and Jacob. To my left are Grandpa Newt, a very famous Magizoologist along with his wife Grandma Tina, who is also the elder sister of my grandma Queenie. The animals surrounding us are the magical creatures from his suitcase. The next picture features just our family, along with Grandpa Albus Dumbledore.
In my previous life, my world was vastly different from the one I live in now. I was an orphan, and it was only at the age of eleven that I received my admission letter from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. To reach Hogwarts, we had to board the train from King's Cross Station in London. That was where I first met Harry. We sat in the same coach. To be honest, coming from an orphanage, I felt very inferior, but as the train journey progressed, so did our bond. He told me about the troubles he had faced while living with the Dursley family—Vernon, Petunia, and their son, Dudley. Occasionally, his Aunt Marge would also make things worse for him.
For the first time, I realized that someone had a childhood even more miserable than mine.
Speaking of childhood, how can I forget about Ariana? In my past life, Albus—no, I should say Grandpa Albus now—often spoke about the pain of losing Ariana. He always believed he was responsible for her death. As a young man, Grandpa Albus had a rebellious nature and often found himself in trouble, but Ariana's death changed him completely.
He used to tell me stories about his childhood, about how Ariana possessed immense magical power. She could even channel her magic to make flowers bloom. But everything changed one fateful day. I can recite the story by heart—I've heard it more than a thousand times.
When Ariana was six years old, she was playing with flowers, using her magic to make them bloom. A group of Muggle boys happened to see her and, fascinated, asked her to do it again. But Ariana, being young, grew nervous and shy under their gaze. Unable to control her emotions, her magic faltered. The boys, disappointed and perhaps scared, reacted cruelly. They attacked her, even trying to stop her from using magic again. This traumatic incident left Ariana deeply scarred. She became an Obscurial, unable to control her magic, which eventually led to an irreversible tragedy.
At an age when she should have been playing and enjoying childhood, Ariana was forced into isolation. Her condition worsened over the years. One tragic day, in a fit of uncontrollable magic, her Obscurus lashed out and accidentally killed Kendra Dumbledore, her mother. Aberforth, her elder brother, was devastated, but he never abandoned her.
At the time, Albus was ambitious, dreaming of a greater future. He befriended Gellert Grindelwald, and together, they envisioned a new world order. Albus became deeply engrossed in magic, even dabbling in the dark arts. Aberforth, worried for both his brother and Ariana, tried to intervene. One day, the conflict between them escalated. Albus, Gellert, and Aberforth clashed violently. Ariana, unable to bear their fighting, stepped in to stop them. In the chaos, a stray spell struck her, causing her Obscurial powers to spiral out of control. She perished that day.
In my previous life, rogue wizards wielding Nethermancy and demonology managed to capture Ariana's soul, using it to manipulate Albus. It was a turning point in our fight. Despite everything, we succeeded in bringing Ariana back—but Albus was not there to celebrate. He had sacrificed his life in the battle to save her.
This time, things are different. I have retained all the powers from my previous life. My family never questions them, but I have sworn never to let history repeat itself. Peace and happiness are what everyone deserves, and I will ensure they prevail.
That's enough for today. I'll tell you more tomorrow.
Yours truly,
Cain Kowalski
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Closing the diary system. I went off to sleep, hoping to cross the 90% trust level by Harry and Ariana.