Principal's Office, Hogwarts
"So, I am the only person who has this diary apart from you. Does that mean that, in his previous life, he only trusted the two of us?" Nagini, now in her proper human form, asked Dumbledore.
"I suppose so," Dumbledore replied, his eyes fixed on the two diaries resting on the table. "You see, the day he mentioned us in his diary, the very next day, we found these diaries in front of us. I tried to speak about the diary or what was written inside it, but a sharp pain suddenly gripped my heart, as if it would burst the next moment."
"So, according to what you're saying, Harry, Hermione, and... Ariana might also have diaries with them, since their names are mentioned in it?" Nagini mused aloud.
"To be honest, it doesn't matter who does or doesn't have a diary," Dumbledore said with a smile. "At the very least, through this, we can learn what our future holds. After all, we have the support of the reborn child."
Nagini smiled at his words. She glanced at the young, sunny child and felt a deep sense of gratitude toward Cain for helping her out of her misery.
"We should head to the infirmary. I'm sure Tina, Newt, and the others will be happy to see you again. Besides," Dumbledore added playfully, "you haven't aged a bit, so be prepared for some jealousy."
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Infirmary, Hogwarts
I sat quietly, enduring the scolding from Grandma Tina and Grandma Queenie. Even my pets weren't spared. Ho-Oh, who was always revered by others, received quite the reprimand today. The scolding only ceased when the sound of the infirmary door opening caught everyone's attention. But I dared not sigh in relief, fearing another round of reprimands.
"Nagini! It's really you! Where have you been all these years? You didn't even attend our wedding!" Grandma Queenie shrieked in surprise before her eyes landed on me. "And meet him—he's Cain, our adopted grandson!"
Despite the warm introduction, I neither greeted her nor raised my hand. After all, these were the very people who had turned my bum from white to red with their beating. But when Grandma Tina's glare met mine, I quickly forced a smile.
My pets chuckled, only to look away guiltily when I glared at them.
"Alright, Tina, it was my fault. You see, I asked Cain to help—"
Before Grandpa Albus could finish, another round of scolding began, but this time, it was directed at him.
Eventually, Madam Pomfrey intervened and chased everyone out, instructing me to stay one more night. That was fine by me—I could use the time to write a few more diary entries and hopefully gain better abilities.
As night fell, Madam Pomfrey insisted that my pets leave as well. Grandpa Newt took them away, leaving me alone in the infirmary.
Opening my diary system, I began writing:
Dear Diary,
Today has been one of the best days of this life. I was able to help Nagini recover from her Maledictus curse and thwart the plans of those dark worshippers. But there is still a long journey ahead before we can fully defeat these rogues. Still, today's victory was an achievement in itself.
This life is far better than my previous one. I met Wanda earlier, helped Nagini escape from her captors, and successfully prevented the Dormammu crisis. I feel relieved knowing that things are taking a better turn.
Right now, I'm lying in the infirmary at Hogwarts. In my previous life, being in the infirmary had become almost a habit of mine. I often got into fights with Slytherins since I came from an orphan background. But I was never alone—Harry was always by my side. The two of us were the most troublesome Gryffindors.
To be honest, it wasn't until our fourth year in my past life that we were informed of the truth ...that we were real brothers. The only reason we were separated was because of our mother's protective enchantment on Harry. That enchantment required him to stay with a blood relative for its effects to remain valid, which is why he lived with Aunt Petunia. As for me, an accident left me in front of an orphanage. It was only during our fourth year that a charm backfired, and we became telepathically connected.
In this life, although I am happy, I can't help but think of Harry. I want to meet him, to see how he's doing. But how would I explain to others how I know about him? How could I justify knowing his address? For now, all I can do is wait for the right time to meet him.
Looking at the night sky, I can't help but remember the Amazonians. They were our greatest allies in our fight against the Rogues. These warriors serve the cosmic forces of the Living Tribunal and exist in every galaxy and world. Their mission is to aid the inhabitants of each planet in their struggle against evil dimensional forces.
In my past life, we encountered the Amazonians at a very late stage. As far as I recall, only one Amazonian lived in America, while the rest resided on the island of Themyscira. These warriors possessed extraordinary longevity, mastered powerful magic, and could wield divine powers in times of war.
I vividly remember one fateful event that exposed 'her' existence to the world, making her a target for the Rogues. Her death, followed by the mistreatment she received from the International Wizarding Council, led to strained relations between us and the Amazonians. Her name was Diana Prince. She was the only Amazonian who truly loved humanity. Yet, in the end, it was humanity that failed her. Our own prejudices and petty mentality led to her demise.
Now, after saving Nagini, I can't shake the thought of saving Diana as well. But to do that, I need a reason to visit America. I must go to Washington, D.C.
Let's keep it till here. I'll continue writing tomorrow.
Yours Truly,
Cain Kowalski.
As I closed my diary, I let out a small sigh. I need to get more characters so that I can start making imaginary enemies.
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