Reincarnation and the Child Who Knew Too Much

Chapter 10

Halloween, one of the key autumn holidays for my canon alter ego. It is with this holiday that most of the troubles that so generously fall on the reckless head of this walking disaster begin for him.

That's why I'm on pins and needles today. How did I know it was Samhain today? Easy - pumpkins! A bunch of glowing pumpkins all over my parents' room! And I used to love carving them in my past life when I was little. I'm afraid that love has sunk into oblivion. Now they just make me nervous and remind me that I have exactly one year left.

Although, that didn't stop me from conducting an experiment on a pumpkin. When they brought one of them to me, I quickly reached out, grabbed it, and put it in my inventory. Why? I wanted to check two things. First, can you put something in your inventory if other people are holding it? Second, how things are stored in the inventory and how time flows there. How will a pumpkin help me with this? It's simple, there's a candle burning inside the pumpkin. If it doesn't burn out in a month, then time is stopped there. And by the state of the pumpkin in half a year, it will be clear whether food spoils there.

Also, guests are supposed to arrive for dinner today because cutlery is clinking in the living room, which Lily is setting the table with. Considering that there's a Fidelius Charm over the house, the list of guests is drastically reduced. Either the Marauders, or Dumbledore, or all together, which is worse. Dumbledore, I hope, can be ruled out. The school year has started, and the Headmaster is unlikely to miss the big feast at Hogwarts for dinner with former graduates, which means we're waiting for my father's bosom buddies. Another half hour of cuddling, cooing, and other tortures of this body. And there's nowhere to hide. I wonder if there will be any surprises?

Well, there they are! This gang arrived as one honest company. They mocked my carcass, which my not-so-smart mother carried out into the hallway. And they went with me and my parents to the table.

A very chic table, I must say. There was a sea of food, and this worsened my mood even more! Why? Because they won't even let me try this deliciousness! I'm too young! Bastards!

And I can't even cry to spoil their mood. They'll take me to the room and won't let me listen to what they're talking about. And their dialogue was interesting and concerned me first and foremost.

"Honey, are you sure this is necessary, it's not exactly the lightest magic?" asked the shaggy-haired wonder who is mistakenly considered the father of my body.

"Dark sacrifice, Prongs. Call a spade a spade," Black interjected, slicing ham on his plate with a knife.

"One of the strongest wizards of our time is hunting my son," Lily began to seethe, "do you think it's necessary?"

"Don't be angry, Lily," James backtracked, "but why two rituals at once? That's twice the sacrifice!"

"Even if I had to cut Muggles, I would go for ten times more sacrifices for my son, and yes, it's necessary!" Mother's voice turned icy, "better tell me if everything is ready?"

"I've convinced your relatives that they need to rest somewhere today, took a couple of drops of blood from Petunia, and put weak Muggle-repelling charms on the garden," Pettigrew rattled off, not looking up at the girl, though.

"The sacrifices are ready, my lady," Sirius said with a strained smile. He was clearly not happy with this idea.

Well, my mother, it turns out, is a domestic tyrant, and she pretended to be such a cheerful goody-two-shoes. So much for the champions of the light, members of the Order of the Phoenix. I wonder who they're going to cut? I hope not wizards from the opposite club? Although I understand her, I myself would go to great lengths for my children.