Reincarnation and the Child Who Knew Too Much

Chapter 6

The next day started with a flurry of activity. First came Lupin, clearly his voice. This time he didn't enter through the fireplace, but through the door, like normal, ordinary people.

Well, that's understandable, the fireplace network still needs to be restored after my magical rampage. I'm almost proud of myself! Growing up to be a great wizard! So, his voice was clearly worried, and he didn't come to see me. Lily even stopped feeding me and took me to my room. She brought me in, but forgot to close the door. And I've also managed to train my hearing quite well. They say children don't see or hear much, but maybe I'm special?

So, I couldn't fully understand what they were yelling about, but I caught a very familiar name from their conversation. And that name was "Severus," and then the surname "Snape" came along. Mom was clearly mentioning it. The others just swore at it. Well, here comes the canon, I guess. But it's a bit early. Maybe my too early outburst was the trigger?

And then the most luminous one arrived! Dumbledore came. Who else can wear a bunch of bells, shuffle loudly, and speak in a tired, old voice? Definitely a beard.

The bastard didn't come to see me, didn't even look at me. And thank goodness. I don't know Occlumency, and what would happen to me if this old man saw my thoughts... I don't want to be experimented on. It's a sure bet that he'd be interested in a successful soul transmigration.

Eh, I was hoping this wasn't canon. I was faintly hoping. But, it's not meant to be, I guess.

They talked for two hours. I even managed to take a nap. No, I put off meditation and training. Who knows what skills the old man has. A nearly hundred-year-old mage doesn't come without surprises. Instead of magic, I spent time developing my speech apparatus with exercises like "ugu-uga" and "aga-aga." I also exercised my legs and arms by kicking and twitching. I also tried to reach the toy hanging over the crib. I also paid attention to my fingers, both on my hands and feet. Why on my feet? For better development of the nervous system and brain, of course! Well, and it's convenient to grab the TV remote with them when you don't want to get out of bed. Eh, TV...

After Dumbledore left, Lily returned to my room to feed me, your majesty, and change my diapers. She did it manually. I wonder if she doesn't know the spell or is afraid to use an untested one on a child?

No sooner had she finished than we had guests again. Pettigrew and Black, judging by their voices, and another unfamiliar one who introduced himself as Mundungus Fletcher to my mother. Black brought him. This individual didn't stay long. And then these Marauders started shouting over each other, often mentioning "Fidelius," and my gut tells me it's not related to Cuba. I feel like tomorrow I'm in for a wonderful spectacle of an interesting ritual. I hope just one.

I was wrong. The next day was just preparation. The four of them ran around like they were stung, drawing something, painting something, talking, running around the house with some jars, vials, scrolls. It felt like they were doing repairs. Even a hammer sounded a couple of times. I tried to practice magic in this commotion. No, not pumping the core. This time I decided to try telekinesis. The simplest skill of a mage, in theory, of course. It's contraindicated to use it in the womb, and it wouldn't work anyway - there's no object to safely influence, but there's plenty outside. But there's one drawback. Everything around me is too big, and I'm small, sniff. No matter how I tried to manipulate the blanket, I couldn't even budge it. I'm not Yoda, and I'm not even Skywalker. Oh, woe is me. And there's no dust, as luck would have it. Mom cleaned it very diligently, probably with magic, no other way.

But I found a hair! It was lying on the very edge of the crib, out of reach. Small, thin. Is Sirius shedding, or what? Or is Dad striving for his onscreen balding image? Can't tell by the color. Women can identify their own hair at a glance, but I can't even tell if it's black or red. Well, I'm not making a potion out of it. Let's get started.