I honestly expected death to be the end of it; rebirth and reincarnation was a thing of fiction. Or so I thought. Imagine my surprise when I woke up in the body of a baby being handed to my mother right after birth. And when I thought things couldn't get any weirder, they did. "...his name shall be Draco Lucius Malfo...
When someone dies, they lose their memory and are reborn as someone else. That's how it should be. "Should" is the key word. No one wants to be reborn as Harry Potter. No one wants to keep their memories while being reborn as Harry Potter. I repeat: NO ONE WANTS TO BE HARRY- Oh, forget it. I'm going into Slytherin.
Alan Lain was a fan of the Harry Potter series. He was avidly excited that the villain of the book, Lord Voldemort finally got what he deserved. Serves him right, Alan thought until he died from staying up all night binge reading the entire series. Alan Lain dies resulting in him reincarnating as a young Tom Riddle! A...