Harry Potter: A Fan Fiction - Volume 1 Chapter 2 Transmigration
It was my happiest and most disappointing day at the same time.
Happiest because after 15 years of research and experiments I have finally cracked the key to unlocking the human potential through genetic engineering.
I am Victor Von Francis by the way, a 52 year old scientist and a five time nominee for the Nobel prize for my contribution in genetic engineering. As I have mentioned before, my new discovery will be the key to the future of mankind and it greatly excites me.
Well then to address the elephant in the room, this is my most disappointing day because it is the day I die. Literally, poor health due to diet and lifestyle leads to an early death it seems, and the excitement must have been too much for my frail heart to handle. What a pity. I was hoping for truck kun to take me away.
Death is death, there’s no floating in the dark sort of bullshit, there’s nothing. When my consciousness returned and I opened my eye, it felt like I just blinked and voil here I am hanging upside-down in an unfamiliar room crying my guts out.
“Congratulations! It’s a healthy baby boy.”
The woman who was holding him spoke in Bulgarian, good thing that Victor is multilingual.
As soon as she said that, a man as large as a bear came close, sharp brown eyes, army-cut brown hair, and a well trimmed facial hair.
‘This I assume is my father.’ Victor thought to himself.
“Well master Krum, let’s give him to his mother to be named shall we?”
‘Krum huh? Sounds familiar.’
Soon, Victor was finally able to see his mother. She looked like an actress on a television show I used to watch. Long brown hair, dark brown eyes, semi Joulie lips, if you know what I mean, and almond shaped face.
His father took him from the woman who then bowed and moved to the side. The man sat on the bed side and placed Victor on the bosom of his mother.
“Olivia dear, what would you name our son?”
The voice of his father is soft and warm, unlike his fierce and strict vibe.
“Viktor, he will be called Viktor Krum. He’s going to be a great wizard, just like his mother and father.”
‘Wait what? Did she say Viktor fu***** Krum and wizard in the same sentence? Nonononono this couldn’t be real.’