The Birth of the Hogwarts Sword

Looking for My New Place at Hogwarts

Recently, I've had some free time, so here we are again.

Let's start with the customary greetings. Hello everyone, I'm KaleidoMirror. For those of you who don't know me yet, it's a pleasure to be here and share my work with you.

As I've mentioned before, this story is going to be a long one, so I ask for your patience. I would love to hear your opinions so far. I know it may seem a bit heavy or even slow to some, but personally, I've read other crossovers that often fail to explain the foundational aspects or follow the theme that Shirou has already transmigrated and possesses plot-driven abilities without providing an explanation or addressing the powers of the new world clearly. That's why, in this story, Shirou has a well-founded reason for being here, and while it's obvious that he will change the plot, I will try to follow my vision of what would likely happen if Shirou actually arrived in the magical world. After all, that's the reason I wrote this fanfic in the first place.

I truly appreciate your patience and continuous support. At the end of this chapter, I would love to know in the comments which story you would like me to prioritize for quicker updates. Your comments and suggestions are vital to me, and I take them into account to improve and adjust the narrative according to your preferences.

"Harry Potter" and all its literary installments, as well as the original film adaptations, belong to author J.K. Rowling. I also drew inspiration from "Fate/Stay Night" and its various adaptations and visual novels, originally created by Kinoko Nasu and Typemoon.

Are you ready?

Enjoy!

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– Gryffindor Tower, Dormitory Number 7 –

In the days that followed, Shirou found himself immersed in a new routine. He clearly enjoyed his classes, which were so varied yet incredibly interesting. For instance, yesterday was the third time he attended Herbology with Professor Sprout, a small, plump witch with a great passion for teaching them how to care for a variety of plants and fungi he had never heard of before. Maybe in the future, he might try cooking with some of them, as he had been thinking of preparing some recipes lately but hadn't found the right moment yet.

On the other hand, like everyone else, he had high expectations for the most anticipated class, Defense Against the Dark Arts, which turned out to be a big joke. Quirrell's lessons left much to be desired, and he wasn't the only one who noticed that the classroom had a strong smell of garlic. The professor excused it by saying it was to protect himself from a vampire he had encountered in Romania, taking precautions in case he faced it again.

Moreover, Hermione had been a great friend, kindly including him in her post-class 'study system.' They enjoyed fun and 'magical' moments while progressing during their practice sessions in the common room. He could always count on Harry and Ron to make him smile with their antics. For instance, they invited him last weekend to explore the "hidden route to the kitchens" in the dungeons, and of course, he couldn't refuse, given his curiosity.

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At the end of the day, when his stress finally overwhelmed him, he found a way to relax. Before going to sleep, he would let his emotions flow, taking his time to admire the beautiful landscape from his window in the castle. At first, it was just a way to avoid thinking too much about an issue he had been trying to overlook.

It wasn't a secret that his roommates noticed this nightly habit, but they always shared a fun conversation before falling deeply asleep after a long day. Deep down, though, it was only a matter of time before he reached a limit and finally confronted the truth about why he was in this world.