Reborn in HP Verse

Remi woke up when someone gently tapped his shoulder. He turned his head, cleared his eyes, and saw Dumbledore standing there.

"Good morning, child," Dumbledore said with a smile. "Why don't you freshen up, and then let's have breakfast together?"

"What about the Prime Minister and the family?" Remi asked.

"Yes, I was able to meet with them," Dumbledore replied. "They were happy to know about you. Now, go tidy up, and we can enjoy a meal."

As Dumbledore picked up the book from Remi's lap, he nodded and left.

After finishing his cleaning, Remi sat down to breakfast waffles, bacon, and eggs. Dumbledore handed him a scroll and a letter from his robe.

"One is to assist with your inheritance test, and the other is a letter from the Queen. Read them when you have time. Is there anything else I can help you with?" Dumbledore asked.

"Yes, I saw some spell books on the shelf, but I couldn't understand them. I'd like books to learn Latin and Greek," Remi said.

Dumbledore, with an astonished expression, replied, "Children your age usually ask for storybooks and toys." Remi nodded, and Dumbledore continued, "Well, I can't deny that asking for language books is a brilliant idea. Most spells are derived from these languages."

He snapped his fingers, and two books flew from the top floor, landing neatly on the table near Remi.

"If you need anything else, don't hesitate to ask," Dumbledore added, standing up. "I'll come back this weekend. If you feel lonely, take Simon and Fawkes with you to Diagon Alley."

With a soft pop, Dumbledore apparated away.

After he left, Remi opened the letter from the Queen.

Dear Grandson,

I am delighted to know of you through Professor Dumbledore. I hope you are doing well.

Your father was so in love with your mother that he ran away to find her after she left him. None of us know the reason for her departure, but he only returned after hearing of Angelina's death. When I saw him, I knew I had lost the son I had for twenty years. He was a completely different person uninterested in anything until he passed away shortly thereafter. If he had known about you, I am certain he would have fought the whole world to be with you.

Sadly, I am unable to meet you in person at the moment due to the tensions caused by the IRA and our armed forces. For your safety and mine, I have postponed our meeting for a few months. However, I hope you will write to me every week. I know I will, wishing you my best regards.

Your Grandmother,

Elizabeth II

"Hm... feels like some controversy happened. Whatever, it's in the past. On to the scroll," thought Remi.

The scroll contained only one sentence: "Have a Strong Body and Mind."

'Is this cryptic, or do I have to take it literally?' Remi thought. Whatever, the test was designed for regular wizards. With my power-up, I might be able to finish it with ease.

Remi's days passed in a steady rhythm. He immersed himself in his studies, diligently working through the Latin and Greek books Dumbledore had provided. He practiced his magic whenever possible, turns out he could cast fire spells without a wand, probably because of his affinity but failed to do so with others. He often trained with Fawkes, who helped him learn to control and expand his abilities.

Weekends were spent writing long letters to the Queen, sharing updates about his progress. He also spent time with Dumbledore every weekend he stayed at the house, who helped clear up any doubts Remi had and assisted with the more challenging aspects of his learning. Their correspondence grew more frequent as Remi became more proficient in understanding the basics of magic. Dumbledore's guidance was invaluable, and his encouragement kept Remi on track, pushing him to reach his full potential.

Time passed quickly, and before he knew it, three months had gone by. It was now December of 1988, and Remi had grown considerably both in strength and knowledge. His transformation, both mentally and physically, was evident.

'I think I did a good job these past months, getting proficient in two languages and learning fire spells well. They were the basic Incendio and Ignis. Right now, I should finish this up pretty quickly. It took me nearly two months of meditating daily to clear my mind and control thoughts at will,' thought Remi while looking at a book titled Protection Charm Your Mind: A Practical Guide to Counter Legilimency.

He was interrupted by a knock on the door. He went to answer it, and it was Dumbledore. "Shall we? Don't want to keep the Queen waiting for long," said Dumbledore. Remi nodded. He held Dumbledore's hand, and they both apparated. When they reappeared

When they reappeared, Remi found himself in a grand, warmly lit room, filled with old-world charm. The Queen, regal as ever but with a softer air, sat behind an ornate desk. Her eyes twinkled knowingly as she looked up at him, her face breaking into a gentle smile.

"Ah, Remi," she said, her voice filled with warmth, "it's good to see you finally. Dumbledore, thank you for bringing him here." She gestured toward the chair opposite her. "Please, take a seat."

Remi sat down, trying to calm the flutter of nerves in his chest. He had been preparing for this moment for months, studying magic, controlling his mind, and learning about his heritage. But now, sitting before his grandmother, the weight of it all felt real.

"Are you ready for the next step?" she asked, her eyes twinkling with a mixture of pride and anticipation.

Remi nodded. "I think so, My Queen. I've trained for it as best as I can."

The Queen gave a soft chuckle. "You've done more than enough, my dear. But today is about something more than your studies. It's about us our family, our legacy and call me grandmother or grandma atleast."

She reached into a drawer in her desk and pulled out a small wooden box. It was carved with intricate designs, and the wood was polished and worn from age. With reverence, she opened it, revealing a simple yet beautiful silver ring. At its center was a modest stone, unassuming yet powerful.

"This ring has been passed down through the generations," she explained. "It's not a grand artifact, but it is a test of sorts. It will judge your intentions, your heart, your mind. It is the key to our family's legacy."

Remi leaned forward, intrigued. "How does it work?"

Getting no reply but a shrug from the queen Remi looked at the ring, his mind buzzing with the implications of the moment. It was more than just a magical test it was a symbol of his belonging to this family, to this legacy.

He extended his hand toward the Queen, and she gently placed the ring on his finger. At first, nothing happened. He waited, unsure of what to expect, feeling the slight coolness of the metal against his skin.

Then, just a few seconds later, the ring glowed softly. The sensation was subtle, almost imperceptible, but it was enough. He could feel a calm certainty filling him, a warmth spreading through his chest and the ring shrunk to his finger size.

The Queen smiled, her eyes soft with pride. "It is done, Remi. The ring has accepted you."

Remi blinked, almost surprised by how anticlimactic it felt. He had imagined some grand moment, some test of strength or wisdom, but it was simply... this. The ring had responded, and that was enough.

"That's it?" Remi asked, almost laughing at the simplicity of it.

The Queen chuckled, a twinkle of amusement in her eyes. "It is not about the difficulty of the test. It is about what lies within you. The ring saw your heart and your intentions. It saw the person you've become." She placed a hand on his. "You are ready, Remi. You are part of our legacy, and the future will be yours to shape."

Remi nodded slowly, the weight of her words settling in his chest. It was more than just magic. It was family, heritage, and a deep trust.

"Thank you, Grandmother," he said quietly, his voice filled with gratitude.

The Queen rang a bell beside her, and almost immediately, a butler entered, standing at the door with a respectful bow. "Please, take our guest to show him around the castle," the Queen instructed.

Seeing the intention for a private conversation, Dumbledore stood and bowed his head toward the Queen. "Of course, Your Majesty," he said softly. With a knowing smile, he left the room, allowing the Queen and Remi some space.

"Bring us some tea, will you?" the Queen called to the butler as he led Remi out.

After a brief moment, the tea was served, and the Queen gestured for Remi to help himself. As he took a cup, she sat back, her expression softening with a tinge of sadness that she couldn't quite mask.

"Remi," she began, her voice steady but laced with regret, "there's something I haven't told you about what happened to your parents. Your father didn't die from illness. He... he committed suicide. And we, as the royal family, couldn't allow that to become public. We couldn't appear weak, so we covered it up."

Remi was quiet, watching her with wide eyes. The Queen continued, her voice wavering slightly, though she held herself together with great dignity. "Not a day has passed since his death that I don't regret my actions. They couldn't be together because I didn't approve of their relationship. At the time, I thought it was too hasty, too risky, and I couldn't bear the thought of them together. But I never expected the consequences to be so severe. For that, Remi... I am truly sorry."

Remi sat in silence for a moment, absorbing the weight of her words. Finally, he spoke, his voice calm but firm. "Grandmother, since I never knew them, I'm not in a position to forgive you. I don't have any feelings for them or for the British royal family, for that matter not yet, at least."

The Queen nodded slowly, as though she had anticipated his response. "Yes, I figured as much from your letters," she said quietly. "But... I'm asking for forgiveness from your parents."

Remi shifted in his seat, contemplating her words. "Well, I plan on making you a prince and holding an event for the occasion," the Queen said, looking at him with a mix of hope and hesitation.

Remi hesitated. "Um... Let's hold off on that, shall we? If you still insist, maybe we can keep it low-profile just a quiet meeting with a follow-up of bigger news to take the attention off me," he suggested.

"May I ask why?" the Queen inquired, her brow furrowing slightly.

"I believe the Dark Lord's chapter isn't completed yet," Remi explained, his voice serious. "When he returns, I don't want his attention drawn to me, or for any harm to come to the family because of me."

The Queen studied him for a moment, then nodded. "If you say so. I trust your judgment." Her expression shifted slightly, and she added, "Oh, by the way, we were able to take down a syndicate operating near your orphanage. It would've taken years to track them down, but luckily our first tip came from there because of you. We were able to shut it down without much attention or fanfare."

The Queen looked at Remi with a soft expression. "Since no one in the main lineage has awakened magical abilities in the last three centuries, I admit I don't fully know how it works for you. But from old texts, I believe there are tests like quests in games, if you will to access the full vaults of our magic. They train you physically and in business strategy. Gringotts can help with that. I've also arranged for a car to give you a tour of London before you leave, as you requested. But please, keep sending me letters every week."

After a bit more conversation, Dumbledore and Remi left the palace, spent the day sightseeing in London, and returned to the cottage. At dinner, Remi leaned toward Dumbledore and said, "Professor, I want a teacher."

Dumbledore raised an eyebrow. "To teach what?"

"Occlumency and basic magic theory," Remi replied.

Dumbledore thought for a moment. "I have someone in mind, but I don't think he'll accept. Pray, Remi, that he does. There's no one better in Britain than him."