Harry Potter: A Fan Fiction - Volume 1 Chapter 32 Glimpse

He was back in his old house from his last life.

He looked down and saw that he had entered his own memory.

“Happy birthday Vi!”

A middle aged man with blurry face looked directly at him, smiled, and came to hug his son. Viktor was surprised but took it as nothing more than a coincidence. How can a memory be aware of my existence?

“Daddy!”

The small Victor ran towards his father and tackled him into a hug. He rarely saw his father and his daily wish of spending time with him is finally granted on his special day so he is filled with joy.

“Hoho…. My boy you have grown quite heavy. Did you miss your daddy that much?”

Victor nodded his and hugged his daddy.

“Guess what I got for my little baby? Ta-da! Here. Open it.”

His father put him down after giving him a boxed gift. Victor tore the wrappings with excitement and his eyes glittered from what he saw.

“An egg?”

Victor turned to his father with a quizzical expression. He’s never seen an egg this large after all.

“Hehe no silly. This is a special puzzle I got from an old man I saved from a speeding truck. It’s a puzzle. Look these symbols can move like this, and if you solve the puzzle something special will happen, we’ll….. I really don’t know, but that’s what the old man said. I know how you love these puzzle things so I accepted it and planned to give it to you on your birthday. Hehe happy birthday! Give daddy a kiss…. Where’s your mother?”

Victor’s eyes grew round and he ran off towards the room upstairs while shouting.

“Mommy! Mommy! Daddy is back! Come quick! Come daddy is back! He’s got me a present!”

Tears are rolling down his face without his knowledge as he mumbled in confusion.

‘Puzzle. My father. I can’t remember his face anymore… My family…. My mother…. I can’t….’

“What the….”

Viktor continued to approach, as he got close enough to the egg he disabled the defences installed by Gillert before reaching out to touch the egg.

Ting*

The egg turned black and the runes in its shell lit up in golden light when his skin contacted the egg. One by one, the runes arranged themselves into layers of rings. The ring of runes rotated rapidly starting from the rune on its tip. One symbol remained and enlarged while the others are erased. This continued until a single line of mystic runes is formed from the tip of the now black egg to its bottom. The runes quickly wiggled like a worm and slithered from the bottom of the eggshell. The shell dissolved as the line of runes passed by and in the end what was left was a floating line of runes.

With a swoosh, it was sucked into the middle of Viktor’s forehead.