Hogwarts: The Dark Prodigy

In a cold and gray city, William Anderson struggled with life from an early age. When his father left home without a trace when he was only five years old, the light went out of his mother's eyes.

From that day on, his mother worked two jobs. She waitressed in a restaurant during the day and sweated in a textile factory at night. William grew up watching his mother's hands tremble with fatigue, her dark circles from lack of sleep, and her face that gradually forgot how to smile.

While his peers' childhood was filled with play and laughter, William's was quiet, lonely, and cold. In the mornings, he would take the cold sandwich his mother left in the kitchen and go to school, trying not to attract the attention of his teachers throughout the day. He had a gift for understanding lessons, but he was afraid to show it. Too much attention meant trouble for him.

Over time, he learned to build walls around himself. While his peers played ball in the street or joked around, he preferred to retreat quietly to a corner and read a book. As he read, he began to create his own world. Over time, however, loneliness became ingrained in his character.

Despite the difficult circumstances, William began to be recognized at his school. His sharp mind, powers of observation, and attention to detail caught the attention of his teachers. He had exceptional insight, especially in math and science. His teachers helped him get a better education by offering him scholarships.

When William was accepted to a prestigious university, his mother's eyes filled with tears of pride for the first time. Seeing her son succeed was her greatest joy. But for William, this new world was an even greater challenge. The university became a place that increased his loneliness. He found it hard to communicate with people. Most people thought he was arrogant and cold, but really he just didn't have the courage to connect with anyone.

But the loneliness also gave him an advantage. He focused his mind entirely on academic success. He soon caught the attention of professors and began to participate in major projects in the world of science. His work on technology and artificial intelligence earned him respect. His name was mentioned in articles and at scientific conferences. But despite all this, a sense of emptiness never left him.

As his success grew, the attitudes of the people around him changed. The once unnoticed, quiet and lonely child had become someone to be envied. As he rose rapidly in his field, those who couldn't stand his success tried to stop him. But William ignored them. His charisma and cool demeanor forced even his detractors to respect him.

Even though people respected and admired him, William was not happy.

Success had not brought William friends. The more he saw people's false interest and hypocrisy, the more he distanced himself from them. At work, he was only interested in his work and maintained an aloof and serious demeanor. He was not easy to work with. His sharp mind and perfectionism both influenced and pressured the people on his team.

But deep down, there were times when he felt completely alone. Sometimes late at night, sitting in his office, listening to the silence, he would question his own existence. Was it a weakness that he could not connect with people? Or was it a reality forced upon him by the world?

He was used to suppressing his feelings. He didn't want to trust people because any trust ended in betrayal or loss. But behind this hard and distant exterior was a fragile heart, hungry for love. Would someone ever come along and truly care for her? Without an answer to that question, he moved on with his life.

William's life ended abruptly one day when he thought everything would continue as it was. He had left work that day and was walking home alone as usual. As he watched the road with his tired eyes, he suddenly saw a headlight barreling toward him. Everything happened in a matter of seconds. He was thrown by the force of the impact, and as his body hit the ground, the sounds around him became muffled.

All his life he had been able to control everything, but in the face of death he was powerless. As he took his last breath, a feeling of regret came over him. Was this life he had lived really the life he wanted? Was there anything he could have done differently? his last thoughts were whether it was really a choice to spend her life alone.

And then everything went black.

In that moment, when he thought he was lost in the darkness, he had forgotten even the last thoughts that echoed in his mind. William Anderson is dead. But when he opened his eyes again, what he saw was not at all what he expected.

At first, his consciousness was blurred. There was a strange heaviness behind his eyelids. He knew he was awake, but something was different. First, he felt a warmth in his face. The sun beating down on his face was strangely strong. It felt like it was burning his skin, but at the same time the air in the room was cool. Between these two conflicting sensations, his brain slowly began to work.

When he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was a dimly lit room with high ceilings. Solid wood furniture, an old but ostentatious decoration... The room had a heavy, historical feel to it. Dark paneling on the walls, a huge fireplace and elaborate carvings showed that this was definitely not a place of modern times. Heavy velvet curtains covered most of the window, but the sunlight streaming through added a mystical quality to the dusty atmosphere.

For a moment, William thought his mind was playing tricks on him. Was this... a dream? Or perhaps he was in a limbo after death? He didn't even know what was real anymore. But one thing was for sure - his body felt strange.

When he tried to raise his hand, he immediately noticed something strange. His fingers were... smaller and more delicate. Instead of the long, strong hands he was used to, he felt soft, childlike skin. His heart began to race. As he panicked and tried to move, he realized that his arms were short. It was as if his body had shrunk.

As his breathing quickened, he dangled his feet off the bed and forced himself up. It was then that he realized that even his muscle memory had changed. His movements were awkward, his sense of balance very different from what he was used to. He needed a mirror. He noticed that there was a mirror on the large, carved dresser in the room and hesitantly made his way to it.

When he saw his reflection, his blood ran cold.

The face looking back at his was not William Anderson's. He no longer had his golden hair. In its place was a thick, unkempt mass of black hair, dark as night. But what was most striking were his eyes. Those deep, penetrating blue eyes... Familiar, yet completely different. His skin was smooth, his face was young. But there was a wisdom and serenity in his eyes that should not have been there at his age.

He was not William Anderson anymore.

Just then, the door to the room opened slowly. William was instantly startled and gasped when he saw who had entered.

A small, hunchbacked creature with large, bat-like ears and huge, bright eyes glided in. The shabby burlap he wore showed that he had served here for years. But what mattered to William was not what he wore, but what he was.

What he saw... was not human.

A deep, visceral fear settled in his chest. Goose bumps rose on his skin. He took a step back and almost fell. It was a monster! Or... was he having some kind of hallucination? His heart raced as he searched for a logical explanation.

But the creature was completely calm. It bowed its head in deep respect and spoke in a tiny voice:

"Young Master Rosier is awake. The house has been silent for a long time."

William froze.

What had he said? Rosier?

A bolt of lightning flashed through his brain. At that moment, all the pieces of his mind fell into place.

Rosier... A family of pure-blooded sorcerers.

Rosier... a family name associated with the Death Eaters.

Rosier... a name from the Harry Potter universe!

Until now, he had thought that his mind was playing tricks on him. He thought he was trapped in a dream, or that his subconscious was working in some strange way after he died. But no. This... this was really happening.

William fixed his eyes on the house elf that was still standing in front of him.

It was a house-elf. A real house-elf.

His mind raced. He looked around him once more. So far he had not seen anything modern. No electric lamp, no digital clock... Wooden furniture, shabby carpets, the family crest on the mantelpiece... This was truly the Harry Potter universe. And he had become someone in that world.

He swallowed, careful not to shake his voice.

"Rosier?" he said. He stopped for a moment when he heard his own voice. It was a thin, childlike voice. But the coolness was not lost in its timbre. "I... who am I?"

The house-elf lifted Itshead and looked at him with wide eyes.

"The young master is William Dante Rosier," he said in a respectful tone. "An heir of the Rosier family..."

William took a deep breath.

William Dante Rosier.

This was his new name. This was his new identity.

The house-elf in front of him still looked at him with respectful eyes. William pulled an expressionless mask over his face, despite the confusion that still echoed inside him.

He was here. He was now in the Harry Potter universe.