Personima System: Harry Potter

Chapter 1: The Stereotypical Rebirth

So...

I died.

Wish I could say it was some heroic, self-sacrificial death. Or maybe an emotional, heartbreaking scene where I was an old man saying his final goodbyes to his children and grandchildren.

But no. That ain't what happened. I was an incoming college student who slipped on a sock and fell down the stairs. Cracked both my neck and skull. Decidedly a very uncool way to die. 2/10. Don't recommend.

Ha, that rhymed.

I honestly thought I'd see my life flashing before me or something, then off I'd go to the pearly gates to see my Gramps laughing at my uncool death. Instead, as soon as my neck cracked and my skull got hit, I blinked and found myself sitting on a chair in a very white office room. In front of me was a man in a gray and silver three piece suit, sitting on one of those rolling, reclining chairs. The man sat behind a long quartz-like table, and on top of it, there was a box of tissues and a plaque that said "Sorry you died."

I surveyed around me and saw I was in a large business style room. Besides the quartz desk, the trash bin that was in front of the desk, and the two chairs, there wasn't anything in the room.

Wait, no. There was something. To the wall directly behind where I sat, there was a plaque. As I focused on the plaque I realized what it was. It was me. A professional business photo of me. Above the photo was the number "1" and below, it read:

Adrian Ignatius Rock

July 17th, 2005-August 29th, 2023

Average Citizen

Death by Stairs

I blinked slowly and processed what I read.

I'm dead.

...

FLIPPING NARWHALS!!!! I DIDN'T GET TO SEE THE END OF ONE PIECE YET!

I squirmed in my seat in frustration. Frustrated that I'd never find out the truth of the Void Century. Frustrated that I won't be able to see the end of all the shows I've been watching. Frustrated that I never got to find the love of my life. Frustrated I never got to have kids. Frustrated that my parents and little brother would have to see a lifeless me get buried six feet under.

All these thoughts started to swarm around my mind while some tears began to form in my eyes. For a total of 18 minutes, choked sobs was the only sound heard in that blank room. It took a few more minutes to get my thoughts under control and compose myself. Behind the desk, the man, who had been quiet throughout my entire breakdown, pushed the box of tissues towards me.

I took one and blew my nose. "Where am I?"

The man smiled lightly, speaking in a somber tone "As you have already surmised, you have died."

I nodded along, "So, is this the afterlife?"

"You can say that." The man grinned and spread his arms out. "Welcome to The Office!" My eyebrows furrowed at that. 'The Office? What type of afterlife is called The Office?'

"Wh-" I began but the man put his hand out.

The man said in a firm tone, "I know you have a lot of questions, but let me explain everything and some of your questions may be answered."