The Birth of the Hogwarts Sword

My memories are incomplete

Hello, friends! KaleidoMirror is back! As you may have noticed, it's been a while, but I really wanted to reappear once I had worked hard on all these improvements in my writing. Presenting all these updates has been quite a challenge, but I'm enjoying it to the fullest!

Now, I want to introduce you to the update of "The Birth of the Hogwarts Sword", especially because it's been a long time since I last shared details about this story. So let's see where this new installment takes us.

This first chapter has been written with all my enthusiasm and love for the masterpieces: "Harry Potter" and all its literary deliveries, as well as the original film adaptations belonging to the author JK Rowling. I was also inspired by "Fate / Stay Night" and its various adaptations and visual novels, originally owned by author Kinoko Nasu and Typemoon.

Are you ready?

Enjoy it!

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For now, Shirou was astonished, unsure of what to do after his first encounter with the peculiar Sorting Hat just under fifteen minutes ago. Feeling overwhelmed by the incredible amount of unbelievable information was entirely justified.

Could it really be true that he was now a wizard? And not only that, but he was also doubting whether he could truly perform magic. Like any child his age, magic had always been just a fairy tale fantasy for him, but he was observant and calm enough to keep his initial doubts to himself.

It wasn't as if he had wished for this, but trying to make sense of the opportunity to belong to the "magical world" seemed absurd. Especially since he might not have considered himself a completely normal child, but now he found himself at Hogwarts, one of the most prestigious magical schools in the world. This certainly added more madness to his new "normality" in his strange and bewildering life.

"Hmph," he sighed, overwhelmed by the situation. He couldn't help but hope that people around him would suddenly start flying on broomsticks and performing aerial tricks—it would be fantastic to see. But for now, that would have to wait.

The most important part of his 'conversation' with the Hat was that it had been kind enough to answer some of his questions but also showed 'fragmented memories' about his ability to perform a 'unique magical skill'. His level of distrust was therefore understandable.

"Why is this happening to me?" he wondered, lowering his head in resignation. "Maybe, just maybe, things could turn out alright, right?" He encouraged himself to think positively.

After all, the only thing he could do was try to stay unnoticed, avoiding drawing attention to his strange lack of knowledge about the "normality of this world."

"It really is a beautiful spell," he smiled after stopping himself from biting his lip. He looked up and admired the grand hall, feeling the ancient aura that surrounded it. The sight was incredible; a multitude of floating candles created a unique atmosphere, which Shirou found incredibly magical.

Feeling more relaxed, he began to accept that he was in the middle of a strange initiation ceremony, where young wizards like him would be sorted into different houses founded by one of Hogwarts' founders. He also noticed that, despite the crowd's varied appearances, they shared deeper similarities across different ethnicities and customs.

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"A true Gryffindor is someone who is willing to die for those they love," murmured the house motto he had just been assigned to, feeling something resonate within him, though he wasn't sure what it was.