Harry Potter : The Trinity of New era

[Sravan's POV]

I should have listened to Sriman and canceled the trip. Maybe then… Maybe I wouldn't be dead.

The thought hit me like a slap. Dead. It was such a heavy last word. My mind scrambled for distractions, reaching for anything trivial to stop me from spiraling.

If there were an award for saving kids, my friends would probably get it. I'm just the guy who tagged along. I chuckled dryly. But hey, if they do decide to give it to me, at least I'm not around to argue about it.

I clung to these random musings, using them as a shield against the reality creeping in. Pathetic, right? But what else am I supposed to do? Wallow in it?

Then a strange thought struck me. Wait… how am I even thinking?

Panic bubbled up in my chest. Am I still alive somehow? Maybe my body's in shock, and my brain's doing this weird thing to cope. Or worse… My heart—or whatever I had now—raced. Did some mad scientist find me and decide to turn me into their pet project?

I prayed to every deity I could recall, even the obscure ones I wasn't sure actually existed. Please let this be a dream. Or a mistake. Or… anything but some Frankenstein experiment.

Suddenly, a searing white light engulfed me. Reflexively, I raised my hands to block it, though I didn't even know if I had hands anymore. As the light receded, I squinted and slowly opened my eyes.

I was standing. Or at least, I felt like I was. Around me was a long line of people dressed in white coats, stretching endlessly in both directions.

What the hell…? I leaned out of the line to get a better view, but a sharp jolt of energy zapped me back into place.

"What the fu—"

[Teja's POV]

Where am I? The question repeated in my head, but the more it repeated, the more uncomfortable I felt. My last memory was falling, the wind tearing past me, my heart pounding as I reached out instinctively for something—anything—to hold on to. Then… nothing. No pain. No darkness. Just… here.

I flexed my fingers, relieved that I could move them, though they felt strange, lighter somehow. Testing further, I swung my legs—and immediately regretted it when I toppled over.

"Fuc—! That hurts!" I groaned, rubbing my back.

Wait… why did I fall out of bed? Slowly, I opened my eyes. A dog was staring at me—no, it wasn't just staring; it was studying me, its gaze unnervingly intelligent.

I froze. That's… odd. Is this some kind of therapy animal?

Before I could process it, a rough, gravelly voice interrupted my thoughts.

"Move, human."

I spun around, only to find the same dog standing upright. Its bird-like claws clicked against the floor, and its humanoid torso looked bizarrely well-proportioned. My brain scrambled for an explanation. Am I hallucinating? Is this some weird coma dream?

"Did you not hear me? Move," it repeated, its tone sharper this time.

"Uh… sorry, sir—I mean, um… dog?" I stammered, standing up awkwardly.

The creature sighed dramatically, its tail wagging slightly in what I assumed was exasperation. "I am Charlie Labrador from Pawndora, not dog. And you are?"

I blinked at him, my mouth opening and closing like a fish. "Uh… Teja?"

"Hmm, typical human response," Charlie muttered, shaking his head.

"Screw that question," I retorted, still unable to wrap my head around the surreal encounter.

"How do you know I am human?"

"Oh, obviously," Charlie answered, his tone now tinged with a shade of pride. "Humans are always lost puppies when they first come here- confused, frantic and endlessly curious. And you have that salted scent of panic. Dead giveaway."

"Smell?".He is a dog alright.

"Yes, smell. Do not stare at me like that; it is not a stink. Rather. very humanoid," Charlie said, wagging his tail excitedly .

"Right. So, um, where exactly am I?" I asked, cautious .

"You are in the queue to your last rest," Charlie reported matter of factly. "After death, we all are judged and then we are sent to where we're supposed to go. Easy peasy."

My stomach-or whatever equivalent I had now-dropped. "So, I'm actually. dead?

"Yes, that's how you end up here," Charlie said, tilting his head as if wondering why I was so slow to catch on. "Honestly, you humans are so dramatic about it."

I opened my mouth to argue, but something-or rather, someone-further down the line caught my attention. A woman stood there, her feline ears twitching as she conversed with someone. Her figure was graceful, her presence magnetic, and her movements fluid like silk in the wind.

I couldn't help but stare.

"Ah, I see you've noticed Miss Purrfection," Charlie said with a chuckle, following my gaze.

"She's… beautiful," I said, hardly aware I was speaking out loud.

"Careful, human," Charlie said, his voice serious now. "She's a Sphinxette. They're charming, sure, but they can be… dangerous."

I blinked, glancing away. "Dangerous? How?"

"Let's just say the last human who ogled her like that didn't exactly stick around for judgment," Charlie said, his voice dropping ominously.

"What happened to him?" I asked, my voice shaking.

Charlie looked at me for a long time, then leaned in closer. "She ate him."

I took a step back, my mind racing. "She what?"

"You heard me," Charlie said, his tone casual, as if discussing the weather. "She grabbed him, tossed him up like a treat, and gulped him down in one bite. Honestly, it was impressive-disgusting, but impressive.

I couldn't help but let my imagination run wild. Images of her turning into a monstrous, toothy 'IT' like creature filled my mind.

"Bloody hell," I muttered, shaking my head to dispel the horrifying thoughts. "Why would she do that?"

"Humans have a certain… flavor," Charlie said, smirking. "You're all so full of emotion and chaos. It's irresistible to certain beings."

"She didn't look like a monster," I said, still trying to reconcile the image of her elegant beauty with Charlie's words.

"They never do," Charlie replied. "That's the point."

I glanced back at the woman, who had now noticed me staring. Her lips curled into a playful smile, and she winked. My face grew hot, a blush creeping up my cheeks.

"Don't do it, human," Charlie said, his voice a low growl. "Don't let her think you're interested."

I looked away, my heart—or whatever I had now—racing. "Right. Got it. No eye contact with the man-eating cat lady."

Charlie chuckled. "Smart choice. Stick with me, and you might survive this line."

[Sriman's POV]

I should've canceled the tour when I felt that bad feeling.

The idea stayed, weighty and sour. It matched the nagging sense I brushed off on the bus, that strange cold when we hit the bridge, the skin prickles when the kids ran too near the side. I ignored it all. Dumb. If I had just—

I stopped myself mid-thought. It made no sense to think about that. It's not like I could fix anything now.

Now? What even counts as now?

I blinked—or so I thought. It didn't feel like blinking. It felt like remembering a blink.

Everything around me was dark. This darkness didn't just block sight; it seemed to eat every sensation. I couldn't feel my arms or legs, but somehow, I knew they existed. My sense of time went weird—seconds stretched into minutes, or maybe minutes shrank into seconds.

Am I dreaming? No, this feels... different. Clearer. Sharper.

A scary thought crept into my mind. Am I in a coma? Is this what it's like—trapped in your head waiting for your body to give up?

My chest got tight—except it didn't. I had no chest to tighten. Just the ghost feeling of fear creeping through a body I wasn't even sure I had anymore.

Then it dawned on me.

Hold on... am I dead?

The word bounced around in the void. My heartbeat—or whatever was left of it—sped up. No, that can't be right. There's supposed to be... light, or angels, or... something?

I tried to remember my last moments. Wind howled in my ears. The bridge broke under us. I reached out to grab someone—anyone—but missed. I fell and fell and fell...

Oh God, I am dead.

This thought hit me like a ton of bricks. My mind raced grasping at every scrap of info I'd ever heard about what comes after death. Do I face judgment now? Is there a heaven? A hell? Or is this... all there is? This endless void?

A sudden blinding light cut through my panic. It wasn't soft or like I'd pictured. It was harsh and sterile, like the glare you'd see in a hospital operating room.

"Hey! Hello! Mister!"

A high-pitched voice snapped me out of my downward-spiraling thoughts. I squinted against the light and saw a figure take shape in front of me. As the light faded, the outline sharpened into a girl—no, a young woman. She had two pigtails that bounced as she moved and looked at me with annoyance, like how someone might look at a misbehaving child.

"Cute—" I said without thinking then wished I hadn't.

"Hmph!" she snorted folding her arms and lifting her chin.

"I'm sixteen, you dummy! And just so you know, you should say beautiful, not cute!"

Sixteen? I held back a chuckle. She looked no older than twelve.

"I'm sorry, miss. I didn't mean to upset you," I said trying to calm her down. "I'm Sriman. What's your name?"

She eyed me with doubt then gave in. "Mirinda."

"Mirinda, do you know where we are?"

Her frown vanished replaced by an almost cocky look. "You don't know?" She let out a big sigh, like I'd just flunked an easy quiz. "We're in the place where they judge us after we die. They'll check our lives and send us to the right afterlife."

Her explanation came with big hand movements that were charming but didn't help much.

Afterlife judgment? My mind reeled. This wasn't a dream. I had died, and now some celestial office was about to choose my destiny.

"Thanks for telling me, Mirinda," I said trying to appear cool. "I hope you end up in heaven."

Her face lit up right away glowing at the praise. "Of course I will! I've been an angel my whole life. But you..." She looked me up and down, her eyes getting smaller. "You'd better watch out, or you might land... somewhere else."

Her statement gave me the chills, but I couldn't tell if it was because I felt scared or if the whole situation seemed too weird to be real.