When Harris Wells opened his eyes for the first time in this world, he did not cry.
He didn't scream or wail like a normal newborn. Instead, his silver eyes blinked quietly, observing the world around him with eerie calm like he already knew it.
But Harris Wells was not truly a baby.
Not inside.
He was a reincarnator, a soul from another universe, one with no magic and far more technology, thrust into the wizarding world through fate, or perhaps something far stranger.
He didn't know how or why it happened. He didn't even remember who he used to be. Not yet. The only thing he knew for sure was this:
He had been born again.
It was July 7th, 1979, when a baby boy was found beside an old stone well on the edge of a sleepy village named Elderfield, a place so small it didn't appear on most magical maps.
He was wrapped in a warm blanket, stitched with a strange symbol: a circle within a triangle, surrounded by ancient runes.
He didn't cry. He just stared up at the sky, blinking, quiet and alert.
A kind couple, Mara and Thom found him and took him in, naming him Harris Wells, after Mara's grandfather.
To them, he was a miracle. A child who barely cried, who never fussed too much, who looked into your eyes like he understood far more than he should.
But to the world?
He was a mystery.
From the very beginning, strange things followed Harris.
He never got hurt, even when he tumbled off chairs or wandered too close to the fireplace. Flowers bloomed where he crawled in the garden. Cats purred louder around him. Dogs calmed. Storms avoided Elderfield on his birthday.
But Harris didn't understand any of it.
Not yet.
He grew up unaware of who or what he truly was. His memories were sealed tight, like a locked door waiting for the right key.
Still, sometimes… he felt it.
That he was different.
Too curious. Too quiet. His eyes always searching. His dreams filled with skies he didn't know and voices he couldn't name.
He didn't know that he was living in a world of magic.
He didn't know yet that everything was about to change.
All he knew was this:
He wasn't normal.
And deep inside, something old and powerful was waiting to awaken.