At the start of it all, I was a normal person, a human, mortal, squishy, where any and every being that thought it didn't need me could kill me, whether it be nature or some other cosmic phenomenon. It wasn't something I enjoyed, but that is life, right?
Living your life in constant suffering that makes it so you are neither fully relaxed nor fully worked up, we walk a fine line between those, and that too is a normal part of life, in my opinion.
That was until one day, while I was crossing the road, a truck didn't hit me. Yes, you heard me right, it didn't hit me. I was a normal dude who looked left and right before crossing the road.
A normal person who lives their life in a normal way. Although at this point I don't know how I lived, what I do remember is that I was a normal human living a normal life, like I should.
However, the cosmos decided to say, "Fuck no, you can't live a normal life," so it decided to rip me out of that reality, literally. I mean, there I was crossing the road, and a small black hole, not that black hole, but a black hole in reality, formed in front of me and gobbled me up like I was something like a smoothie.
Let me tell you, getting sucked out of reality itself is immensely painful. Your whole body turning into fine mist, and you being able to feel it all, is quite an experience.
However, it was not the end, as I, instead of dying, found myself in front of my own body that had become mist, yes, a soul form, from what I could tell.
I didn't know souls were real. I thought that we were just our brains operating a Gundam made out of flesh and blood.
I was wrong, huh? You learn new things even after your life ends?
Kinda therapeutic and poetic, if I say so myself.
Anyhow, I found myself in a space devoid of life. All there was was just broken glass reflecting light from somewhere, because it was all dark. The only source of light was the shards of broken glass, and mind you, they might be broken; however, I was an ant in front of their size.
To be honest, after that, I decided to wait there, because there must be a cosmic being that would have noticed that I was there. However, I gave up on that after I got bored. There was nothing for me to do there, so I did what every soul would do: I explored. However, what I found out was that there was nothing to explore. It was a black void with shards of broken glass floating around, reflecting glimpses of light from God knows where.
I didn't know how long I spent there. I cried, screamed for help, and after enough time had gone by, gave up hope as well. After some time, I decided to shape my soul into a human form. It took I don't know how long, however, I succeeded somehow. I shaped my soul into something resembling a human shape. However, my blob of soul took its time to reform.
After I had a human-shaped soul again, I was still that small ant in front of the different shards around me, so I decided to make it so that I was big, too. I decided to expand my soul in a way that I would be big enough to hold the shards in the palm of my hand.
And well, I did try hard enough that by the time I noticed, my whole soul had turned black just like the void around me. All I could see was the outline of my soul. I didn't know how this happened, but my best guess at that time was that I had stretched my soul so much that it had become transparent, just like when you stretch a piece of rubber hard enough, you can see through it.
Although far in the future, I figured out what happened. After becoming big enough to hold the shards in the palm of my soul hand, I tried to explore the void around me to find a way out. Although I never did, all I could do was endlessly wander around in the darkness, with occasional light reflections from the shards.
After not finding a way out and trying everything I could to explore the area, I decided to just see what the shards of glass were. Although it took me a really, really long time to figure out a little bit about them and what they were, that was by using my soul to cover or wrap them in it to access the information. The first time it happened, a vast amount of information entered my mind it was about how a multiverse functioned.
Mind you, I can't create a multiverse or anything. What I saw was just the code of how it worked, although figuring that code out was something I would have to do myself.
So I tried to do so; however, most of it went over my head, and I could not understand how it functioned.
So, after getting bored, I decided to do something else. I tried to make eyes, eyes that would represent myself, as I did not have a face, nor did I remember how I looked in the first place. At this point, I had forgotten what my name was or how I looked. Although it was just that, the sense of self I had lost all my memories of myself. I was just a blank. I was just like my soul was a black void, where I should have been.
It was heartbreaking, to be honest. I felt so sad to have forgotten so much about what made me me.
So I decided to give myself a name, a name that would represent who I was: "Nihilo." That was the name I decided to give myself. It was a Latin word for "nothing," a fitting name for someone who had forgotten who he was and become nothing in return.
So I was Nihilo, and after naming myself, I went on to create the eyes I wanted. I decided to make my eyes golden and slitted, just like those of a dragon.
It was an outline of a human in the void I was trapped in, with two golden dragon eyes that looked as though they were made out of liquid gold.
After that, I decided to go back to decoding the shards that I had deemed the shards of realities. Long story short, I had to create multiples of myself to decode them. I decoded a base truth rule from it, on which I created a language that I called All Speak. It was a language that all could understand, and when spoken, it only worked if the person was speaking the truth.
It had a few additional effects, like if I commanded someone while using All Speak, it would make it so that they would have to follow the command.
I got too much into it, to the point that I created thousands of personalities and made it so that my soul created long hair that connected to thousands of shards of realities, by wrapping my hair around them to absorb more data from different multiverses and omniverses that were in those shards.
Though it was still quite boring just receiving the decoded data that my different selves had decoded from the different shards of realities, I decided to go to sleep. A sleep so deep that by the time I would next wake up, there would be new shards of reality in the void.
Until a shard different from any other woke me up. That shard had threads of fate that connected other shards to it, and it sucked my consciousness into it, sucking me in and giving me a body.
It was a world where a dude decided to screw over all the gods of those worlds and trap one in the void between the shards. It was fascinating. However, the system that he created, guided by fate, took my ability to speak away because of the All Speak I used in that world. It was a binding that affected my soul itself, making it so that I couldn't speak at all. However, I didn't mind. It was a major part of that reality, and I quite liked just observing things and seeking entertainment instead of speaking, so I decided to keep it.
Although I could speak, it would damage my consciousness in that world, and I didn't want that, so I kept it. It was something I got after my consciousness escaped that void, so I took it as a gift from that world, wrapped in fate.
{Authors note: This is all part of Shadow Slave FF i am writing, i will eventylly release that FanFiction here as well because its all connected, i am not fully prepared to give justice to that world with my writing skills so i stopped until i can write good enough to give that univercs justice with my writing,}
Eventually, I learned how that world sucked my consciousness into its shard, and I decided to send my thousands of consciousnesses into the shards that I had around me to escape the boredom that had forced me to sleep.
And that's how I ended up in this universe, in the time of London in the year 1986, in the body of a 6-year-old who had died in the experiments he went under by a dark wizard who had adopted him in name, in Knockturn Alley.
Yes, I was in the world of THE HARRY FUCKING POTTER.
{Author Note: This Fanfiction will be Novel lore accurate(mostly until the butterfly effect or something i think needs to be changed), I am reading HP novels to make it so that they are as correct as possible, tho if you find something missing or something that you think needs to be improved, then plz help yourself to the comment section and tell me there.
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