Principal's Office, Hogwarts
A diary lay on my table. To be honest, it would be the biggest joke for an unidentified object to suddenly appear inside Hogwarts. After using a series of spells and confirming there was no trace of dark magic, I finally opened the diary.
It took me a while to come to my senses after reading its contents. Cain has been reborn. That explains the strange abilities, powers, and extraordinary talents he possesses.
I stood up and walked to the window. After my battle with Grindelwald, my name became famous throughout the wizarding world. Anyone could easily find out about my family matters if they wished—my sister's name, her tragic fate, even our mother's name. But the details in the diary... the exact age at which my sister first had an accident, my childhood mistakes—these are things no one could ever know. Which means Cain truly has been reborn with all his past memories.
Gazing at the vast blue sky, I couldn't help but recall that fateful day. I had just arrived home to find my sister lying in bed, her hands trembling, while my mother frantically wiped the sweat off her forehead. Aberforth informed me that our father had left home in anger over Ariana's condition. That evening, Ministry of Magic officials arrived to announce my father's sentence. He had been sentenced to life imprisonment in Azkaban for using harmful magic on Muggles.
That night changed everything. To keep Ariana safe, we kept moving from town to town. Those days…
A sudden knock interrupted my thoughts. Wiping the tears from my eyes, I instructed the guardian to let the visitor in.
"Albus, I keep wondering… is it right for us to keep the brothers separated? When they grow up and realize we knew about their connection all along but kept it from them, how will they feel?" Minerva entered the room, her voice heavy with concern.
I glanced at the diary. The moment I tried to speak about it, an intense pain gripped my heart. It was as if some unseen force prevented me from revealing the truth about Cain's rebirth.
"Albus, are you alright?" Minerva asked, her brow furrowed.
"I'm fine," I reassured her, forcing a smile. "Perhaps I've been eating too many sweets before bed. I really should cut down."
Turning back to the topic, I continued, "As for Harry and Cain, I do have a plan. But honestly, I want to keep them away from the burden of fame. Young minds are easily shaped by the world around them. If they grow up away from the horrors of blood purity ideology and other depravities, they will be able to develop into strong, untainted individuals."
Minerva nodded thoughtfully before taking her leave, reminding me of some documents that required my attention.
I turned back to the window, my gaze drifting toward the Black Lake. I couldn't shake the memory of what Fawkes had said the first time we visited Queenie and Jacob after they adopted Cain. My phoenix, who had never shown interest in anyone despite countless attempts to win his affection, had spoken for the first time about someone other than myself.
"It feels good to be around Cain."
Even after three years, I often had to allow Fawkes to visit him. Strangely, being near Cain seemed to reverse the aging of Queenie and Jacob. And now, this diary confirms his rebirth.
How many secrets does he hold? With such power, I cannot let him stray from the right path.
Picking up the diary once more, I resumed reading. I needed to meet this Hermione to verify its contents.
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Inside the Bakery
"You're telling me that your chaos magic led you to me? That it even helped you escape from your house?" I asked Wanda again, unable to hide my disbelief.
At the moment, we were deep in discussion—though it was mostly me asking questions and her answering them. I couldn't help but curse the system; it was definitely behind this mischief.
Taking a deep breath, I asked, "So, you ran away from home because your inner voice told you to find me, believing that I could train your powers? And, by the way… how did you get your powers in the first place?"
"Last year, some robbers broke into my house," she explained between bites of her third cake. "They were about to hurt my mother when suddenly, a red wave erupted from my hands, and they vanished. The next day, their pictures were in the newspaper. The article said they had appeared inside a jail cell. Apparently, they were habitual offenders."
She paused, licking icing off her fingers before continuing, "Since then, strange things have happened around me. Like in school—one time, I saw a boy stealing hairbands from my desk partner's bag, and suddenly, the bag turned into a crab and bit his finger."
I sighed, rubbing my temples. "Do you at least know your home address or phone number?"
Before she could answer, a familiar voice interrupted.
"Oh! Little Jam is on a date, huh? I was worried you'd end up like your grandfather Newt." Grandma Tina stood at the doorframe, a camera in hand, grinning.
Before I could explain, another voice chimed in.
"Oh my! My little Jam is growing up so fast! Wasn't it just yesterday you said you loved me? And now, a girl has already entered your heart?" Grandma Queenie teased, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
Wanda, oblivious to my distress, stood up and cheerfully introduced herself. "Hello! My name is Wanda Maximoff. I'm nine years old. I love watching The Little Mermaid. My favorite food is burgers with strawberry cake. My hobbies are painting and singing. My dream is to be a loving and caring housewife!"
Both grandmothers exchanged knowing smiles, clearly charmed by her.
"Alright, Wanda," Grandma Tina coaxed, "I'll buy you another burger with strawberry cake if you tell me why you like our Cain."
Before I could stop her, a firm hand clamped over my mouth. I turned to see Grandpa Jacob, clearly enjoying the moment. Even Grandpa Newt was recording the whole thing with an alchemical memory ball. Wait—why were they recording this?
Wanda blushed and giggled before answering, "Cain is very handsome. I love his fair, chubby cheeks. He listens to everything I say without interrupting me. And he gave me three cakes! My father always tells me to stay away from good-looking boys, but Cain isn't just good-looking—he's very, very, very good-looking. Even my inner voice trusts him!"
I groaned and buried my face in my hands.
"Well," I heard a familiar voice chuckle, "this is a rare sight—Cain embarrassed."
Looking up, I spotted Grandpa Albus seated beside Grandpa Newt. He winked at me and raised his glass in amusement.
Before the situation got more out of hand, I stopped them from teasing any further. Then, it took a while to explain everything to them about Wanda. Everyone was surprised to see the red wave energies emanating from Wanda's hands.
While Grandpa Jacob was busy calling Wanda's family, Grandpa Albus looked intrigued, observing the emergence of a new witch's powers. But that didn't stop Wanda's curiosity about the magical world.
The next few hours passed in helping Wanda get accustomed to her powers and introducing her to the magical world. For now, she could lift heavy objects and was already fluent in transforming small items. However, among all those present, only I knew the true extent of her powers. When her parents arrived, the elders were once again busy explaining the magical world to them.
They left only after dinner with us. Wanda even promised to meet me again next week. Though her parents were initially apprehensive about magic, over time they gradually accepted the fact that their daughter was a witch. We exchanged telephone numbers. Wanda told me she liked Arcanine more than Ho-Oh, which got me thinking—do all girls have a thing for furry pets? Maybe I should get myself more furry and cute Pokémon; might help in picking up girls someday.
But the most interesting news today wasn't just Wanda—it was that I'll be joining a primary school next month. Queenie was initially a little uncomfortable with the idea of sending me to a Muggle school, but once she understood its advantages, she reluctantly agreed. The school is located in the northern part of our town and has children of my age group, along with a sports ground. For my all-round development, my grandparents decided this would be best.
Grandpa Albus had actually come to take me on a visit to Hogwarts, as the academic year had just ended and summer vacation had begun. Honestly, I know the real reason—he's read the Diary and wanted to check if I'm really who I claim to be, 'reborn'. But Wanda's arrival changed his plans. He was too surprised by the strength of her magic to pursue the Hogwarts trip. He left, but not before promising to take me there another day.
Later, I returned to my room to end the day with a journal entry. To be honest, I feel like I need to create a few imaginary enemies to make my powers and rebirth story more believable. After all, whatever I write in this diary becomes true. So why not give Dumbledore something to keep him occupied?
With a plan in mind, I began writing:
Dear Diary,
Today was the most shocking day of my life after rebirth. I met Wanda. I couldn't believe my eyes. Of course, I knew her, but I never expected to meet her so early in this life. Although things are different this time around, her early appearance is still hard to process.
You must be wondering why I'm so stunned to see her. Not many know the origin of her powers. In my past life, when the Rogues attacked us using demonic rituals and dark dimensional energy, we received aid from the Celestials and the Living Tribunal. The Living Tribunal, who maintains cosmic balance, detected the growing influence of the Dark Dimension and authorized the Celestials to intervene.
The Celestials, creators and destroyers of planets and civilizations, blessed certain witches and wizards with enhanced abilities. Wanda was one of them—chosen to wield Chaos Magic. At her peak, she could manipulate reality itself, perform mental manipulation, and harness devastating energy. She was among our strongest assets in the war against the Rogues.
In that life, we met only after I had completed my studies at Hogwarts. I worked as a security and protection advisor for the Ministry of Magic. Due to rising attacks, we formed a six-member task force—Wanda was part of it. We became as close as family. Grief, happiness, pain—we shared everything.
In this life, meeting her this early is a surprise. But what matters most is peace and happiness.
I recall it was around this time in 1988 when a major attack occurred in the Albanian Forest, but the ministry of magic and the International Confederation of Wizards blamed the dark wizards for the attack. But the truth was darker. The attack was orchestrated by worshippers of Dormammu, the Dark Dimension god. They were after Nagini.
Everyone believed Nagini was merely cursed due to a bloodline affliction. But in truth, her ancestors had defied Dormammu's will, earning an eternal curse. The worshippers believed capturing Nagini would allow Dormammu to enter our world. We only discovered their plan when it was almost too late.
That war, the Dormammu Crisis, was one of the most brutal of my past life. Wanda died in that war. I managed to deceive Dormammu using my occult abilities, preventing his arrival—but we lost half our team in the process.
This time, I won't let things play out the same way. I need to help Nagini before they reach her. I can't guarantee whether Dormammu will recognize me, but I must act now. I will expose the worshippers and their evil schemes before it's too late.
Yours truly,
Cain Kowalski
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After closing the diary, I activated the feedback setting. It analyzes the content I write to determine how much of it can become real. Since I mentioned the Celestials, the Living Tribunal, and Dormammu only briefly, they haven't manifested. But the Dark Dimension worshippers have. That means the attack on Albania to capture Nagini is now inevitable. To be honest I need to be careful not make too overpowered enemies and not to explain too much in a single diary entry. Otherwise the feedback setting will make it happen.
With this entry, I can make Dumbledore trust me more and bring real change to this world. Also, I get to save Nagini....Ahem, not for her beauty, of course. She was a dear friend and teammate of my grandparents. And now, she's the new holder of my diary.
I went to bed afterward, hoping for a great reward in return for such incredible lies.… ahem, I mean truth.