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No place is a better place for looking at some information than a library. One of Iris reasons to go to Hogwarts is to personally see the content of it's library. Iris has spent almost all of her free times there. Sometimes she would be accompany by Hermione Granger, who think of her as comrade with same hobbies. Or, in this current situation, Draco Malfoy, who's been wandering alone around Harry and Iris lately.

Draco has just finish his charms assignment, he look up from his parchment to see Iris still busy, reading some old books.  He noticed that Iris usually read books about curses or charms. Draco rolled up his parchment and put it in his school bag, alongside his self-inking Quill.

He rise from his seat and strech, "I'll go back first, okay." he said.

"Ok, bye." Iris said without looking up from the book that she read.

"Bye." Draco shook his head at the flat response, getting used to it now. He grab his bag and walk out of the library.

Draco just walk pass by the Great Hall when he was grab from behind, hand covering his mouth.

He was thrown in an empty room nearby. He turn his head to see Crabbe and Goyle standing menacingly while looking at him.

"What?" Draco ask arrogantly, try to stand back while dusting his robe off the dust.

Crabbe kick him hard, "Stop acting like you're our boss. You're not."

Draco snorted. Crabbe get angry and went to kick him again. Goyle stop him.

Crabbe turn to face Goyle, "Why did you hold me back?"

"His Dad can get us kill." Goyle said.

"Forget him." Crabbe wave Goyle away, "Don't you remember what my father wrote in his letter, there is a move in the Ministry, the Minister did not take after Malfoy again."

What a dumbass, Draco thought. His father has wrote him too. Minister Fudge has been trying to curry favor with Black. He's been ignoring Lucius, Draco's father. Lucius has a suspicion that Fudge may have something planned. Lucius know about his son friendship with Potter and told Draco to trust his insting instead. Draco is so happy when he's told that he could keep Potter friendship.

But, this two is such a pain in his ass. 

***

"Ehm." Light cough disturb Iris.

She look up from the book that she's reading and come to face Madam Pince.

"Time to close." the librarian said.

"Oops." Iris look back at the book on her hands to memorize the last page that she read and write it in a little notebook that she kept. 

She closed the book and put it back to it's place where she took it from before. She wave Madam Pince goodbye and walk out of the library.

Iris walk with silent and steady steps. She's just about to take a turn to go downstairs to the Hufflepuff entrance when she heard commotion. She stop walking and try to hear better. It's like someone getting mad at some other guy?

Iris walk slowly to the source of the sound. It is in an empty room that she know exist near there. Iris stop to peek at the unclosed door and found three young boys. Two is big bodies and one is thin blonde boy. 

Is that Draco? That blonde is so Malfoy like. Iris squint her eyes. Definetely Draco. And that big boys is the twins but not twins, that has been with him at Hogwarts Express before. Who is it again? Damn, she can't remember their names. Whatever. They were talking, well, the big boys is talking. Draco just stand there, stick to the wall.

"...always together with Potter."

Hm. What is it all about?

Draco move from his place in the wall, "It's none of your bussiness." he said.

Iris want to applaud Draco. It's look like he's been forced to a corner by the two boys and got threatened to stay away from Harry, but still managed to sound so arrogant. 

One of the boys grab Draco collar shirt roughly, "You think we're afraid of you?" 

"Aren't you nothing more than Malfoy's lackeys?" Draco said. That was what Ronald Weasley from Gryffindor use to insult them.

The boy kick Draco hard. Iris has just want to move her fingers to block the attack when someone walk pass her, straight in to the room.

Damn it, Harry. 

***

Harry Potter has just finish another one of his daily mind conversation with Voldemort. He got up from his bed and went to look for Iris. Theo has said before that Iris is in library the last time he sees her, so Harry go out from the Hufflepuff common room to fetch her.

He see her walk pass the door that's leading to their common room. Harry find her eavesdropping nearby. He too hear what was said. When he see that Crabbe want to kick Draco, he move forward to block the kick. He push hard and throw Crabbe away from Draco.

"WHAT THE??!!" Crabbe blown up, but got silent when he see Harry Potter standing protectively in front of Draco.

Goyle move to help Crabbe and stand beside him. Harry just stand there in silent. Draco look up at Harry like he's his hero. Iris still stand by the door. No need for her to get involved then.

They are glaring at each other, more like Crabbe and Goyle are glaring at Harry, who's glaring back at them. Draco just look disdainfully at his two housemates.

"That's enough." Harry suddenly said, "Stay away from Draco."

"Saint Potter is so brave, he even defend Death Eaters son." Crabbe mock Harry.

Harry is frowning, how come this two have guts to hit Malfoy, things has change this time around.

"What??" Crabbe missunderstood Harry's silence and continue to mock Harry, "Don't you know Death Eaters? Follower of The Dark Lord? The one who kill your parents?"

Outside, Iris knock her forehead on the wall. That dumbass.

"Oh, shut up." Harry said. Crabbe feel that his tounge get stick in the roof of his mouth. He pointed at Harry with red face. Goyle grab him and take him away from the room.

"Idiots." Harry said at their backs. Crabbe want Harry to hate Draco for the things that Lucius Malfoy did, totally forget about the fact that they too, are son's of a Death Eaters. He turn to look at Draco, "Are you okay?"

Draco nodded, he can't believe that Potter still defend him after what Crabbe has said.

"Can you walk?" Harry ask, "Did he kick you somewhere?"

Draco grimaced, just realizing that he's been kicked twice, his foot and stomach did feel hurts.

"We'll go to the hospital wings." Harry then help him to walk.

They both walk by pass the empty corridor. Eh. Harry's glancing around to find Iris, none. Where did she go again? Sigh. He focus on getting Draco to Madam Pomfrey instead.

***

"Mmm...mmmmm..mmmm" Crabbe try to talk to Goyle. Feeling angry. There's two of them, he believe that they can take over Potter. Why did Goyle take him away? He push Goyle hard.

Goyle sigh, "Don't you see that he curse you without wands?" 

Crabbe eyes widened. He did not realized that.

"Potter is different." Goyle said, "We can't just fight him like that."

Crabbe nodded.

"What I don't understand is, why did you guys have to talk about his parents?" there is a girl voice behind them, "Don't you know that I have spent a very long time try to convince him to take this path?"

Crabbe and Goyle turn around and see Iris Swan. They are feeling weird at the moment, where did this girl come from?

"We don't know what you're talking about." Goyle said.

"And you won't." Iris move her fingers.

Crabbe and Goyle turn to face each other, they grab each other clothes and started fighting. Iris look at them one last time at the duo. Sigh heavily, then walk away.

***

The first time Harry Potter repeat his life, he thought he got a second chance to fix everything  and save everyone.

The second time it happen, he thought that life (or is it death) must be play a joke at him.

The next time it happen again, he just feel tired and want it all to end.

Now it happen, Harry is surprised to find a little girl he never seen before.

"You've done it all wrong." Iris Swan said while giving Harry devil eyes, "you're saving the wrong people, making win the wrong side."

Harry is dumbfounded.

*** Hogwarts, Present

The news of Lockhart's cowardly escape spread through the castle like wildfire, girls who were previously besotted with the blonde defence professor were now shooting betrayed expressions at him.
Harry's plan would work flawlessly with the population of Hogwarts already willing to believe that Lockhart was now the bane of all existence.

*** Hogwarts Library, later

Harry was in the traditions section of the library, searching where one would find histories on the oldest pureblood families.
Harry opened one of the biggest tomes in the section titled, "Ye Olde Families" and searched under the letter P, surprised at the number of families under the list that had died out.
Pewter
Pelven
Provit
Peverell
Prewett
Potter
…
POTTER!
Harry flicked through the pages excitedly, finally coming to the substantial section on the Potters.
"The Potters are one of the oldest Pureblood families, tracing their bloodline in England all the way back to the Pre-Merlin eras. In recent times, the family has come under more liberal leadership, starting with 17thcentury rebel Pureblood Thomas Potter who used the significant weight of the family to pass the first of many muggle-rights laws and amendments passed by the Potter family in the most recent centuries. The Potter was, at one point, the richest family in magical Britain but in recent years their fortune has dwindled, losing millions of galleons in the wars against Dark Lord Grindelwald and Dark Lord Voldemort, under the leadership of Charles and later James Potter. However, the family still retains a large amount of their wealth, including their mansion, hailed to be the grandest building in Europe in the 18th Century, the peak of the Potters."
He had a mansion?
Harry's mind went reeling.
He knew the Potters were a pureblood family, but he expected that he would know if he owned a mansion.
British laws did not allow use of the family vault until one became of age, but the mansion was traditionally handed to the oldest family member as soon as the previous family member died, so Harry would technically have owned the place, and it's house-elves since he was one year old.
He would have to write a letter to Gringotts, Dumbledore as his magical guardian should technically have told him about the mansion when he joined the wizarding world at 11 years of age, but McGonagall mentioned that Dumbledore didn't want him to know all about his family yet.
Harry assumed that this was because Dumbledore didn't want him getting drunk on his power and buying into the pureblood nonsense, and while Harry still believed that Dumbledore has stuck his nose where it didn't belong once again, he grudgingly agreed that Dumbledore's reasons were probably for his good.

*** Next day, Gringotts

Dear Teller Griphook,
May your enemies blood taste the ground,
It has come to my attention that the Potter family has a mansion and that by standard british law, I am now in possession of it. Since all Potter holdings are managed by Gringotts, I was wondering whether I could get the location and the list of wards on the Potter manor,
May the gold of your enemies fill your vaults,
Your customer, Heir Potter.
Griphook read the letter approvingly, not only was the Potter heir courteous, he was also intelligent.

*** Next morning, Hogwarts

Harry opened the letter addressed to him, hoping for an answer.
To ,
The Potter manor is protected by a Tutela Fidelius, a variation on the fidelius charm which is anchored to the house itself, the knowledge can only be transferred to those whose names are written in the ward book.
The Potter Manor is located at itself.
May your enemies' gold fill your vaults,
Senior Teller Griphook.
A wave of old memories of a grand house flooded into Harry's head, memories of a grand renaissance style house returning to his head.
Within a moment, Harry knew what his next plan was.
He had to get to Potter manor.

*** Lockhart's class

Lockhart was putting more bravado into his latest class than he had before, trying to make up for his lost reputation, he didn't seem to blame it on Harry, which was perfect for Harry's plan.
"Sir, a lot of students want to learn how to duel… do you think you could handle a duelling club, maybe that will let people know that you truly know your stuff." Harry suggested innocently.
Lockhart seemed to brighten at an idea to regain his reputation.
"Great idea, Harry! I think that a duelling club would be a great idea."
"And sir, maybe after the first class, we could hold a duelling competition, separated by grade level of course, and the winner would challenge you."
Lockhart looked like he couldn't keep up with Harry's train of thought so Harry elaborated.
"Like the first through third years duel and the fourth-fifth years duel and the sixth and seventh years duel, then the three winners can challenge you to see how they stack up against real talent, of course, that would be you, sir." Harry said, making sure that there was no way for Lockhart to back out of the competition without seeming weak.
"Of-Course." Lockhart stuttered out, "We can hold the first meeting tomorrow!" he said, smiling weakly.

*** Next evening, Hogwarts

The Possessed student walked down the hall to the first floor girls bathroom.
Down the chute went the student.
The basilisk was waiting as instructed.
The serpentine voice of Voldemort spoke in parseltongue.
~Today, we shall hunt!~
*** End of Chapter.

"From his own experience, Harry knew that luck had never been on his side. At that moment he decided that he wouldn't rely on luck to solve his problems, he had to become smart, beyond the norm and talk his way through life. That's the only way he could survive." 

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The rays of the morning sun slowly approaching the sleeping figure of a young child, nestled in a blanket as he face furrowed. Perspiration's heavy as he turned when suddenly "AAAH!!" His scream reverberated through the house.

 His breathing as quick as his head snapping to take in every corner of his surrounding, slowly his breathing calmed down 'its just a dream, it's just a dream'. Words he repeated in his mind as he remembered the last moments of his previous life. 

 Tears threatened to pour down his face as he remembers all that he left behind, the wife that he doesn't remember, the parents and friends all but blurry faces, nameless.

 Hurried footsteps could be heard as Matthew cane rushing down the stairs "what's wrong?!", blazing into the lounge with a cricket bat he scanned his surroundings looking for a threat. Clearly just woken up as his bed hair and pyjamas were scruffy, and seeing no further threats he focuses on the child in front of him "are you ok?", Harry nods "it was just a nightmare... a realistic nightmare" his voice sounding tired, with a weight way too much for one his age.

 "Do you want to talk about it?" Matthew asks, genuine concern in his voice but Harry declines "it's alright, I'll be fine". Matthew finally sits down in the same seat he took the previous night, "seems like you've woken up the entire neighbourhood you did" a chuckle escapes him, this proved slightly infectious as Harry scoffs but a trace of a smile on his lips. 

 "They were up anyway" "it's 6:30am, not sure who's up at this time" but Harry shrugs and lays back down with an arm over his eyes. "If you want to talk about anything I'm here" Matthew turns back towards the stairs barely catching the nod of the child. 

~ 

The hours roll by as we find both individuals sat by the kitchen table eating a traditional English breakfast, "don't you have work or something?" Harry asks as it's already passed 9:00am. A yawn was his reply as Matthew drinks his juice "I'm a lecturer, and today being Thursday I don't have to be in till 1:00pm as I've only got 2 seminars" 

 Harry nods then focuses on his meal again, "what are you going to do today?" The question causes Harry to pause, while he's like to go to Diagon Alley he also felt like there was no need to rush "do you think I could stay in for a while? Just so I can think a bit more" the last part said in barely a whisper that Matthew barely caught. 

 "Hmm I'll have work in a bit and there's not much for you to do around here, I don't have any children's books for.." "I don't need children's books!" Harry snapped slightly irked by Matthews comment. Matthew stared wide eyed for a bit "oookaaay, kids these days, what are you going to do? Watch tv all day?" 

 Harry calms down a bit "sorry about that, but no I plan on reading a bit" "hmm I don't think I have any books for your level in this house, maybe some novels?" Harry shrugs "don't worry about it, I'll find something to keep me preoccupied" then the duo carried on with their meal, the occasional light topics here and there.

 Hours went by and as it was time for Matthew to head to the university, "there's food in the fridge, can you cook?" Harry nods but mutters "what type of adult asks a 6 year old to cook for himself, at least cook something and leave it in the fridge for me to eat later" but Matthew couldn't hear him as he was heading to his car. "I'll see you around 6:00pm, don't burn the house down" "don't worry I won't", he watched as Matthew drove off.

 "Alright I can't be sulking anymore, let's see what books I can find around here!" He started exploring the house, and while Matthew doesn't have a study he does have a section where he stirs his books and other random junk. "Let's see what we have here hmmm 'The Nature of Mathematics and the Mathematics of Nature', forgot he was a maths lecturer urgh, flaws" there was a vibration however this was only in his mind.

[Flaw 1. Description of biophysics using the mathematical formula x4....] a list of 59 flaws appeared in his mind "yeahhh I'm not looking through all that". For the next hour 'flaws' could be hear repeatedly throughout the house as Harry went through every room he could an every book he could find that had a book in it, most of it was mathematical based theories. 

"Hmm he doesn't have as many books as I thought he would, but beggars can't be choosers." A sigh escapes him as he closes his eyes, once again stepping into the library he notices the books floating around the dome. 'Compile' suddenly all of the books rushed into the dome and after a few seconds a single book materialises from the dome towards him. 'Flaws' following that a list of 9 flaws appear, "still not enough enough books at create a perfect mathematical book, and the other books are on random topics. Aah and I don't even have a change of clothes to go out with" 

He was frustrated as there wasn't much he could think of to do at the moment, "maybe I could work on my Occlumency" like that hours passed as he tried and failed to clear his mind, with references from fiction not helping so he just gave up as sitting still wasn't that good for his body.

 In a moment of inspiration he suddenly remembered something he could try, "is there any free house elves that would like to bond with me?!" His clear voice said into the air, he waited in anticipation but after a minute nothing happened, he tried it again for the next 5 minutes but yet again, nothing. 

 "Am I doing something wrong?" He then had an idea, closing his eyes he focused on the feeling of his energy, trying hard to direct it towards his mouth as his entire concentration was required for it. After a few minutes of trying he managed to direct a bit of it to his lips and he repeated his question "is there any free house elves that would like to bond with me?!" 

 Suddenly he heard 2 pops that startled him before he turned around and saw 2 creatures 'ok they do look ugly in person' but he brushed that thought away as they looked at him with wide eyes. The one on the left was the first to speak "did yous call for us free elves?" Harry nodded "yes I did, I was looking for free elves to bond with me, what are your names?" They eyes widened as they heard what he said then suddenly became energetic "this ones Tuny" "and this ones Twinky".

 "Great my name is Harry Potter and..." he didn't get to finish his sentence as he was interrupted "Aaah the great Harry Potter has called Tuny/Twinky, is an honour sir!" They went on for a minute rambling about how it was an honour while he watched getting annoyed "thank you!" Cutting then off from their shouting "yes I'm Harry Potter, I'm looking for a house elf to bond with, will I be able to with one of you?" "YES!" 

 A sigh escaped him "so how do we go about this?"  "All yous needs is to put your hand on our head and think of bonding, we'll do the rest" the smiles on their face could have made the Joker proud, "rightttt and thinking of bonding entails?" "Ooh something like I want you to be my house elf, see easy", not sure if it was that easy he tried it on Twinky. 

 While concentrating he feels a connection with her? Opening his eyes she greets him "Twinky greets the great young master Harry Potter", he repeats the process with Tuny and as previously he felt a connection with the house elves. 

 "Now that that's sorted, I need you to get me some clothes, I don't care where you get it from, just make sure it fits me." As soon as he said that the both popped away, not even a minute later there was an assortment of garments on his floor as his 2 eager house elves waited for his next order.

A random soul following a fatal accident awakens in the fictional world of Harry Potter, with no recollection of his identity or familiar faces, how will he overcome the trials and tribulations he is to face while wearing the body of a recently deceased Harry Potter.

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Waking up barely in time for breakfast Sandstorm runs down stairs.
Getting into the dining hall every single student looks at her a little scared. 
"What?" Sandstorm asks 
Suddenly Lisa runs up to her and hands her a daily prophet while leading Sandstorm to the gryffindor table. While the entire Slytherin table is wanting to burn holes into her clothes with their stare. 
=======================
The truth about Hogwarts.
Hello readers,I just got back from madam Bones's office at the DMLE. If your wondering why it's because I need her to know this story and I gave it under Veritserum.
Last night I snuck into Hogwarts after getting reports that students were being petrified.
And to my surprise at about 1 am two students passed me in the hall so I decided to follow them. 
Those two students led me to the chamber of secrets! Where they met a third student who was possessed a dark wizard using dark magic. 
The wizard possessing the student was non other than he-who-shall-not-be-named, who actually revealed to the duo that his name was Tom Marvlo Riddle. Lord Voldemort was a Half blood! Now in most normal cases I would be reporting the death of two students. However the two students that went to fight him were none other than Harry Potter and Yoru Pendragon-Gilgamesh.
While Yoru distracted Tom Riddle in another students body Harry went to get the object that he was using to possess the young girl. Once young Harry had his hands on it he threw it to Yoru. 
She caught it and the second the book touched her hand it threw a young adult Tom out of Ginevra Weasley's body.
From Tom's word during his monologue it seems like he was taking young Ginevra's magic and soul to resurrect himself. However Yoru just simply touched the book and he became a physical person again. She then continued to taunt, yes taunt he-who-shall-not-be-names while Harry ran away with the young Weasley's passed out body. 
Once Harry Potter was gone Yoru suddenly shouted something about playing music then told the newly resurrected dark lord that was going to have a really bad time. 
Do you know what happens next the creature that was Petrifying the students shows ups and it is a gigantic basalisk. The Massive snake looks Yoru in the eyes. I was expecting the poor girl to die, however to my surprise the basilisk gets petrified.
It almost seems like one of those word chuck Norris jokes that muggles keep making. Anyway after that throughout the entire chamber of secrets you can hear  a song that echos in all the water tunnels. 
The chamber is secrets filled with smoke as these weird weapons or magic came into being and started firing lasers everywhere. The entire place looked like those laser light shows the muggles loved 20 years ago. Except the lasers were deadly, they disintegrated whatever they touched. The golden haired red eyed girl was giggling saying dance Tom dance while wherever the dark lord was previously standing was covered in scorch marks. It was the most terrifying dual I have ever seen.
Print reviewed by Madam Bones head of DMLE and Minster of Magic.
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"Harry's going to love this..." Sandstorm mutters 
"So why didn't you take me?" Lisa asks a little upset.
"It was supposed to be a Basilisk removal mission... not a fight Tom mission." Sandstorm says 
Sandstorm suddenly feels a few new pair of eyes on her. She looks up to see Madam Bones and Albus Dumbledore who waves for her to come over.
"At least miss Bones is the minister, I don't have to deal with puppet Fudge." Sandstorm mutters slipping  a note to Lisa and heading over to them.
What might the note say? Well it says Dumbledore has gone dark.

A genius programer named mike destined to die early at the age of 60 was hit by a truck.
We come to find him now a her as she became his video game character from the game  his 7 friends spent the past 10 years working on.
An now we can see the one of the most ridiculous existences explore the endless path and infinite cosmos. As the new reborn goddess Sandstorm begins her Odyssey.   


I have seen a lot of different anime and read several thousands of books at this point. I will probably take inspiration for things and not even know it especially since my naming sense is trash. 
I also want to say besides Fateoria, my Mc, and the people in Fareoria it is likely I will not own any of the other worlds or stories that my character will interact with.

"Want to go to the hospital wing and check on Hermione?" Chris asked as they left the classroom.
"Sure let's go." Harry replied and they set of towards the hospital wing.
"You ok Harry?" Chris asked.
"Yeah... kind of." Harry said. "She had to bring my parents, hadn't she?"
"After reading her old articles I hoped that much." Chris replied.
"You know Chris, I was thinking what if I wasn't selected? I would've been cheering for Cedric like others, thinking excitedly what's daring task would be the first one?" Harry sighed. "Ron would've talking with me, we would've laughing with Hermione about this photoshoot and Daily Prophet's article."
"Ron will come around, don't worry." Chris replied smiling.
As they reached the Hospital Wing, Chris wasn't surprised seeing Ginny, Luna and Colin still there with Hermione.
"Madam Pomfrey said, it'll take the night to get back to normal." Ginny said as they saw Chris and Harry.
Chris saw a scarf tied around Hermione's mouth and her eyes looked like she just stopped crying. She wasn't able to talk.
After few minutes, Madam Pomfrey hurried them out of the Hospital wing and all of them went for dinner.
"I need to finish this fast." Harry said eating a little fast. "I've lots of extra work on Summoning Charms."
"You're still stuck there?" Ginny said surprised. "C'mon Harry, even Neville finished it yesterday."
"Yeah not flawlessly but did." Chris said.
"Great just great." Harry sighed. "I've to ask Hermione for help."
"Relax, will you?" Luna said. "You're worrying too much Harry and that's why you can't concentrate. Ask Chris, she can do summoning charms, even without her wand. You just need concentration for that."
"Really?" Harry asked surprised. "You can do it without wand?"
Chris sighed, "yeah but it's nothing special. You just have to imagine things, feel the magic around you and it'll happen automatically."
"Teach me." Harry said finishing his desert.

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Next morning, Chris didn't know how but Ginny and Hermione came to an agreement about sticking together for Harry. 
Chris wrote the article in two days and send it to Mr Lovegood.
Dennis and Colin came up with a plan to change the Badges made by Malfoy.
So one afternoon, Chris, Harry, Colin, Ginny and Hermione were sitting between the pile of books, Hermione gathered few books about creating and changing Badges; Colin and Ginny were bending over those books, and Hermione was showing Harry the theories about summon charms as he wasn't able to concentrate properly. Chris was just going through a advanced charms book.
"Oh no, he's back again, why can't he read on his stupid ship?" said Hermione irritably as Viktor Krum slouched in, cast a surly look over at them, and settled himself in a distant cor­ner with a pile of books. "His fan club'll be here in a moment, twittering away. …"
"Is he here a lot?" Ginny asked.
"More than you can imagine." Harry replied.
"Guess, someone is just like our Hermione...." Chris said chuckling. "...thinks books are life."
"Hmph." Hermione stuffed her nose again into the book.
"Chris!" Luna and Shawn came towards them.
Chris saw, Luna and Shawn both holding two piles of same books.
"Father just sent those." Luna said putting them down.
It was the month's Quibbler. Ginny and Colin hurriedly grabbed two from the pile and opened the article written by Chris.
"I just read that, Chris." Shawn said smiling. "I'll buy one for Victor. I'll also tell everyone of Durmstrangs to buy them. Our Headmaster will be overjoyed after seeing this article."
"Thanks." Chris smiled.
"Give it to him, he's just here." Hermione said without looking away from her book.
"Who?" Shawn asked surprised then looked around and spotted Victor. "Victor and so many books? That's a little surprising."
Shawn took one Quibbler and headed towards Krum. Harry took one too and Hermione peaked into it.
Chris's article was very different from Rita Skeeter's article, which appeared 10 days ago. In Rita Skeeter's article, much of the front page had been given over to a picture of Harry; the article (continuing on pages two, six, and seven) had been all about Harry, the names of the Beauxbatons and Durm­strang champions (misspelled) had been squashed into the last line of the article, and Cedric hadn't been mentioned at all.

I suppose I get my strength from my parents. I know they'd be very proud of me if they could see me now. … Yes, sometimes at night I still cry about them, I'm not ashamed to admit it. … I know nothing will hurt me during the tournament, because they're watching over me. …

Rita had also mentioned Chris.

Harry has at last found love at Hogwarts. Christina Norton, a pretty Muggle-born girl, who is one year younger than Harry, denied to leave Harry alone during even his interview, saying she was also taking interviews of the Triwizard Tournament as well. Though she is inexperienced in this reporting world, we can appreciate her dedication of writing to get more publicity for her already very popular boyfriend Harry Potter.

And the article went on more and more about Chris and Harry. Chris didn't mind her sarcasm on the article as she already knew that Rita Skeeter was very much pissed on her from the first day. The bad part was students were more taunting Harry and Chris all the time. Unlike Chris, Harry took it very personally when people asked him that if he was still crying about his parents.

On the other hand, Chris's article was only two pages, she gave each champion a paragraph. She started it with the picture of the Goblet of Fire (which Colin took on the Halloween's day.) and ended with a group picture of the four champions. She wrote it starting with Victor Krum, the Durmstrang champion, then Fleur Delacour, Beauxbatons champion, then two Hogwarts Champions, Cedric Diggory and Harry Potter.
Chris wrote more about Cedric than Harry. In fact she just wrote that Harry being the fourth champion was an accident as he was under-age and didn't try to enter.

"You wrote like, Victor Krum is some kind of hero." Hermione said reading the article.
"Isn't he Hermione? I mean people like to think he's a hero and also he's a international Quidditch player. It was important to give him that much credit." Chris replied.
"What about Fleur?" Ginny asked. "Do you really think she's the most beautiful Beauxbatons girl?"
"I didn't say she is the most beautiful one, I just said I hope her skills matches her beauty." Chris said chuckling. Don't know why but of all the champions Ginny never liked Fleur from the first day.
"You wrote nice about Cedric." Harry said grinning. "Thank you for giving me the shortest paragraph."
"Your welcome." Chris said.
"And that's also cleared that you're not writing for only Harry's publicity." Ginny said.
"True. Now we need to sell those. Colin let's go." Luna said dragging Colin.
"But the Badges?" Colin said worriedly.
"Chris and I will fix it don't worry go." Ginny said.
And Luna took Shawn and Colin to sell her Quibbler. 

By the evening, Luna's every copy of Quibbler was brought and; Chris and Ginny found the way to change the Badges pretty quickly.
As Ginny, Chris, Colin, Harry and Hermione made their way back to Gryffindor tower after dinner, they found the room buzzing excitedly.
"What happened?" Colin asked one of his roommate Alex.
"First Hogsmeade weekend," said Alex, grinning as he pointed at a notice that had appeared on the battered old noticeboard. "This Saturday."
"Cool." Colin replied as he made his way towards the notice board.
"I'm really excited. I mean, I've only heard about the shops in Hogsmeade. This is going to be so fun." Ginny said excitedly. "This is the first time we'll be visiting them, except you count the tour to Shrieki...."
"Yeah right. This is our first time visiting Hogsmeade." Chris said loudly, stopping Ginny.
Harry and Hermione looked at each other confused. Harry, Ron and Hermione still don't know about, last year when Chris, Ginny and Colin sneaked into Hogsmeade and attacked Harry and Ron.
"So are you coming?" Chris asked Harry.
"Of course we'll go. He really needs unwinding a bit." Hermione replied.
"What about Ron, though?" Harry asked Hermione. "Don't you want to go with him?"
"I thought we might meet up with him in the Three Broomsticks. …" Hermione answered.
"No," said Harry flatly.
"Oh Harry, this is so stupid —"
"I'll come, but I'm not meeting Ron, and I'm wearing my Invis­ibility Cloak." Harry said angrily.
"Then go alone." Ginny snapped. "You're not invited with us."
"Ginny?" Harry looked really surprised. Ginny usually talk with him normally but she never snapped at him.
"I'm serious Harry, we're working so hard to fix your reputation in school. Telling people the truth that you're not competing willingly..." Ginny said angrily. "But... no, that's not enough right? You still have go and hide from people in your invisibility cloak."
"You know she kind of have a point." Colin said coming behind them. "It's alright Harry. You can come with us without hiding."
Harry looked at Ginny, Colin, Hermione and Chris then sighed as he realized no one wants him under the cloak.
"Fine. I'll go without the cloak but no one will force me to meet Ron there." He said looking at Hermione.

Before Saturday, Chris and Ginny made all the Badges right. They changed it from SUPPORT CEDRIC DIGGORY and POTTER STINKS to SUPPORT HOGWARTS CHAMPIONS: CEDRIC AND HARRY. Chris found a easy trick for this, they needed to change very few Badges and the others changed it on their own, with just one wave of Chris and Ginny's wand. People were really confused and didn't realize tge change first, after noticing Malfoy was furious and tried to change them back but unfortunately he didn't understand how anyone did that so the Badges were stuck like that.

Next morning was Saturday, the day to officially enter Hogsmeade. All the third years were excited. Chris, Ginny and Colin went to Great Hall for breakfast. Harry, Hermione and Luna were already there. They quickly finished their eating and all of them went to the Entrance Hall, where Filch, the caretaker, was standing inside the front doors, checking off names against a long list, peering suspiciously into every face, and making sure that no one was sneaking out who shouldn't be going.

"First to Huneydukes, right?" Colin asked excitedly.
"Yes. Let's go." Hermione replied, looking happier.
As they enter Honeydukes, Chris realized how many students go to Hogwarts. The shop was packed with Hogwarts students. And that wasn't not the fun part, it was the shop itself. There were shelves upon shelves of the most succulent-looking sweets imaginable. Creamy chunks of nougat, shimmering pink squares of coconut ice, fat, honey-coloured toffees; hundreds of different kinds of chocolate in neat rows; there was a large barrel of Every Flavour Beans, and another of Fizzing Whizzbees, the levitating sherbet balls that Fred and George had mentioned; along yet another wall were 'Special Effects' sweets: Drooble's Best Blowing Gum (which filled a room with bluebell-coloured bubbles that refused to pop for days), the strange, splintery Toothflossing Stringmints, tiny black Pepper Imps ('breathe fire for your friends!'), Ice Mice ('hear your teeth chatter and squeak!'), peppermint creams shaped like toads ('hop realistically in the stomach!'), fragile sugar-spun quills and exploding bonbons.
Soon all of them were buying, eating and laughing in the shop.
After buying lots of sweets they all left Honeydukes.
"I think we should go the post office next. You haven't seen it yet." Hermione said to Ginny.
"Yeah. that would be.... Harry?" Ginny said as Harry suddenly ducks behind them. "What're you doing?"
"Look behind." Harry hissed.
Chris looked around and saw Rita Skeeter and her photographer friend had just emerged from the Three Broomsticks pub. Talking in low voices, they were about to pass them when she noticed Chris. Harry was still hiding behind Colin, Ginny and Hermione in a corner near Honeydukes shop's wall. Rita looked around Chris and her friends, obvious looking for Harry.
"He's in there." Chris said pointing at the Honeydukes shop door. "Go and find hin if you want." 
Rita smirked and peaked into Honeydukes, the shop was still crowded. Finding someone there was almost impossible.
"Don't worry dear. I've plenty of time to catch him." Rita Skeeter replied still smirking and passed them with her Photographer. When they were gone, Harry said, "She's staying in the village. I bet she's coming to watch the first task."
"Obviously." Chris said. "She's Rita Skeeter, Harry. I've even read some of her articles about some places where she wasn't even present. God knows how she do these things."
"Why don't we go and have a butterbeer in the Three Broomsticks, it's a bit cold, isn't it?" Hermione said. "It'll be safe for Harry. I don't think she'll come back there."
"Alright. We can see the other things later." Luna replied smiling.

The Three Broomsticks was also packed, mainly with Hogwarts stu­dents enjoying their free afternoon, but also with a variety of mag­ical people Chris rarely saw anywhere else. Chris supposed that as Hogsmeade was the only all-wizard village in Britain, it was a bit of a haven for creatures like hags, who were not as adept as wizards at disguising themselves.
They all sat on a corner table and Chris went to buy drinks. Chris saw many familiar faces on the way, Irena and Melvin were talking to few other Hufflepuffs about the Badges which were changed overnight; Ron was sitting with Fred and George; Jason was sitting with Theodore in a corner drinking a butterbeer while reading a book. After ordering six butterbeers, Chris just turned around to walk back when she heard Hagrid's hushed voice from the near by table. He was sitting with Mad-Eye, Chris hurried away, as she wasn't going to eavesdrop and get caught by Moody again; but then she heard something which stopped her from moving.
"Four Dragons!"

"Your daughter is a witch, Mr Norton."
"A what?"

A perfectly normal girl's world turns upside down when she was informed that she is a witch and she will attend the Wizarding school Hogwarts. 

A story of a muggle-born witch who has to face the problems created by the dark lord and many more unknown dangers. 

Her journey is much more than any other student. She is specially chosen for something. Join her and see the Magical world from her point of view.



Disclaimer: Jk Rowling owns the Original Harry Potter series.  I don't.

P.S: This is my first time writing a novel.

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Turning back, they saw a round-faced, short, chubby, boy who also had blond hair. He is the same boy who had lost his toad when they were on the train, Neville Longbottom.
"I-I mean, only if you guys don't have any problems with me, I will understand if you don't want my company." He looked down avoiding the group's gaze.
"No, it's fine, let's go, I'm hungry!"
...
As they didn't have any other classes to attend today, because History of magic would only start next week, Hermione together with a few Gryffindor girls who wanted tips on transfiguration class, went to the library, and Andrew together with, Harry, Ron, Neville, Seamus Finnigan, and Dean Thomas, his roommates, spend the rest of the day talking about things like quidditch and Soccer.
People like Ron, who didn't have any muggle background couldn't understand how a sport with only one ball and no one flying could be interesting, so Harry, and Dean who had a muggle upbringing and was also one of the biggest fans of West Ham football team, tried to explain to him how exciting soccer could be, while Ron would try to refute them by saying things he liked about quidditch.
Andrew, who wasn't interested in neither, a few hours later went to Gryffindor common room and decided to spend some time with his cat, before going to sleep earlier, he didn't need to worry about food since he always carried some healthy snacks inside his backpack in case he needed.
When the sky outside started to darken, Andrew was already asleep. In his mind, the same process he had been repeating every since awakening his magic was undergoing some changes...
The moment he drank the hundredth drop of the mysterious liquid, golden shining lines spread through his body and slowly took over the entire place.
That place which resembled a library in his mind slowly broke apart and started to undergo a lot of changes, the wooden shelves where the books were, slowly transformed into diamond shelves.
The floor and walls, once cement, now appeared to be made of marble and blocks of gold. The old, dirty mat where he meditated now seemed to be made of the most expensive materials, and it also seemed to emit a faint light, not only that, around the mat where he meditated, nine new different mats appeared, each with a different color and a word attached to it.
ANGER, FEAR, DISGUST, CONTEMPT, PRIDE, RESENTMENT, SADNESS, JOY, and AMUSEMENT.
Soon, the place that seemed to look like a little humble library became a mansion worthy of a king.
As the place changes finished, the shining golden lines retreated and formed 9 connections, each linking Andrew's mat with another one. At that moment, only one of the lines kept glowing, the one that connected his mat to the one with the word joy. At the same time, Andrew started to emit a golden aura that little by little seemed to be moving to the other side of the line.
After 10 hours, a shadow of a humanoid figure seated in lotus position seemed to have formed above the mat, and currently, it was impossible to identify the appearance of the shadow, at best, it seemed to be the shadow of a man.
Then, slowly the place disappeared and Andrew opened his eyes, back at the dormitory, seeing the sun rising, he couldn't help but think about his dreams, 'Could they be connected with that vision, also, all that knowledge in my mind that didn't seem to work in real life, what is its purpose? Where did that come from? I wonder, if I should talk about it to someone, perhaps, my father or Dumbledore could help me solve the mystery behind it...'
Getting up, he put on his uniform and backpack and after playing with the cat for a while, he left the dormitory and to his surprise, Hermione left the dormitory at the same time, smiling, they went to the Great Hall together.
"Doesn't it bother you?" Asked Hermione as she observed how people talked and looked at him as if he was some kind of animal in a zoo, because of the matter with the ice.
"No, its human nature to fear and be curious about the unknown. If I were in their place, I would probably do the same thing, I guess." Andrew replied without thinking much of his words.
"You are quite mature for your age, aren't you?"
"It must be my parent's fault, their friends are all scientists or people from high society, I think it ended up affecting me a little over the years, ever since I was a little kid I had to attend with them some sophisticated events. Not that I like them or anything similar, I would prefer to stay home, but they always insisted, so I couldn't say no to my parents."
"Speak for yourself, I would love to visit some of those events, just thinking about me talking with some of those famous scientists and scholars makes me feel excited, so many things to learn, if it was those famous and incredible wizards then, I would probably be so happy, that I wouldn't be able to sleep until the day of the event." Hermione's eyes seemed to shine as she spoke.
"Haha, I think my parents would love you! Your personality truly matches theirs."
While they were having breakfast in the Great Hall, several owls appeared and started to deliver letters and packages to the students, seeing that Andrew had received a book, curious, Hermione started to ask questions about it.
"This? It's a book about potions and alchemy." Andrew said as he showed her the cover of the book that contained only the words: 'Nicolas Flamel / 13'.
"Nicolas Flamel? I think I read his name somewhere ..." Hermione said, trying to remember where she heard the name from.
"I believe that every wizard who knows a little about the history of magic has heard his name, haha! Nicolas Flamel, he is the greatest alchemist in history, the man who created the Philosopher's Stone! He is also an old man with both feet in the grave if I'm not mistaken he is over 600 years old."
She nodded, clearly interested in the subject, "And why did you received this book? I don't think I've ever heard of it."
"Oh, its because I'm his disciple, a few years ago, I started to learn alchemy, and my parents tried to buy books personally written by him, at the beginning he was little reluctant to do it, so he only sent one book after my parents paid a hefty price, but he also sent some sort of challenge with it, that was written at the end of the book, and when I completed it, and I somehow managed to surprise him, he asked if I wanted to become his apprentice."
"Ever since then, he started to send me those books on a regular base, and every time I finish one, he sends me a new one, unfortunately, this will be the penultimate, and I don't know when I'll receive the last one."
"And why is that?" She asked with confusion on her face.
"Well, it seems he is going to fully retire? I don't really understand, but it seems that he doesn't want to work anymore. Thankfully, he promised to send me something that would allow me to continue studying even after he retires, although I don't know what he's going to send."
"Can you let me see your old books? The one's you don't need anymore? I promise to give it back to you after I'm done with them."
"Only if you manage to finish studying and practice the books of potions we will use in the first 3 years as I did."
"Wait, you said the first 3 years? How did you do it?"
"Well, basically, I had a lot more time to prepare for Hogwarts since I was born in a wizard family."
Hermione sighed as she heard Andrew's answer, but this only increased her resolve to study and practice as many subjects as she can.
"Speaking of potions, today is our first Potions lesson, I wonder, how Professor Snape classes are."
"Ahh... Do you want a piece of advice? Just, try not to show off, I learned this lesson the hard way, but don't worry, I'll try to make him more friendly with you..."
...
The Potions classroom was a large square, with large tables, and windows, in one corner of the room, there was a cabinet with some ingredients that the students could use and in the other corner was a stone base in which cold water spilled from the mouth of a gargoyle that could be used to wash students' hands and ladles, and on the walls, pickled animal's were floating inside jars.
The place was cold and had a spooky atmosphere as if it was created based on some sort of horror movie like Frankenstein.
Hermione and Andrew had sat together, and in front of them were Harry and Ron.
When Professor Snape arrived, he instantly captured everyone's attention, he had an air around him that made students pay attention to him very easily.
Like Flitwick, Snape started the class by making a roll call, and when Snape said Andrew and Draco's name, everyone could see that his gloomy expression brightened a little bit, however, the moment he said Harry's name, he made a sudden pause.
"Ah, yes," he said softly, "Harry Potter. Our new — celebrity."
Draco Malfoy and his friends Crabbe and Goyle sniggered behind their hands. Snape finished calling the names and looked up at the class. His eyes were black like Hagrid's, but they had none of Hagrid's warmth. They were cold and empty and made you think of dark tunnels.
"You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion-making," he began. He spoke in barely more than a whisper, but they caught every word — like Professor McGonagall, Snape had the gift of keeping a class silent without effort. "As there is little foolish wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic. I don't expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses. . . . I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper death — if you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach."
More silence followed this little speech. Harry and Ron exchanged looks with raised eyebrows. Hermione was on the edge of her seat and looked anxious to start proving that she wasn't a dunderhead. However, she also had in mind Andrew's words and knew she had to be more restrained if she wanted to get Snape's approval.
"Potter!" said Snape suddenly. "What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"
Harry glanced at Ron, who looked as stumped as he was; Hermione's hand had almost shot into the air, but the moment she was about to make a movement, Andrew hold her hand while shaking his head, this made her remember what he told her, so she decided to stop her early action.
This didn't scape Snape's eyes, he gazed in Andrew's direction for a fraction of a second then turned to Harry once again.
"I don't know, sir," said Harry.
Snape's lips curled into a sneer.
"Tut, tut — fame clearly isn't everything."
"Let's try again. Potter, where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?"
 Harry didn't have the faintest idea of what a bezoar was. He tried not to look at Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle, who were shaking with laughter.
"I don't know, sir."
"Thought you wouldn't open a book before coming, eh, Potter?"
Andrew observed Harry's face and knew that his friend was really uncomfortable, depressed, and slightly angered as well. He wished he could help, but remembering what his father said, about Snape having a grudge against Harry's father, he knew it would only be a temporary solution if he intervened this way, if he truly wanted to help, he would have to find a way to make Snape accept Harry and perhaps become more friendly with him, which at the moment seemed to be an impossible task.
"What is the difference, Potter, between monkshood and wolfsbane?"
At that moment, Hermione was practically shaking, she knew the answers to all these questions, but Andrew was still holding her in place, trying to make sure she made a good first impression on Snape.
However, as her actions grew more and more, "energetic", Snape couldn't pretend anymore that he didn't saw Andrew's pleading eyes, that were trying to convey two messages, stop messing with Harry, and give Hermione a chance.
"I don't know," said Harry quietly.
"Really disappointing, Potter." He turned to Hermione and said.
"Granger, seeing that you at least hang out with the right people," He looked at Andrew for a moment and turned his attention back to her. "You should be able to answer my questions. So, say the answers to each one of them."
Hermione, noticing Snape's words, turned to Andrew and thanked him for his help, Andrew just smiled, and whispered, "You better not keep him waiting."
"Professor, asphodel and wormwood make a sleeping potion so powerful it is known as the Draught of Living Death. A bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat and it will save you from most poisons. As for monkshood and wolfsbane, they are the same plant, which also goes by the name of aconite!" Hermione said all this very fast, some people even had blank faces, trying to remember everything she said.
Snape looked at her surprised, then he looked back to Andrew, and couldn't help but see himself on the boy, this for some reason made him look at Harry with resentment in his eyes.
"Well, it seems this class, will have at least three, good students." Said Snape as he swept his eyes, between Draco, Andrew, and Hermione. "Why aren't you copying Granger's answer?"
There was a sudden rummaging for quills and parchment. Over the noise, Snape said, "And you should be thankful for the girl, Potter, I would have taken a point from Gryffindor because of you, but considering Granger perfect answer I decided to not do it, but I won't be so generous next time."
Things didn't improve for the Gryffindors as the Potions lesson continued. Snape put them all into pairs and set them to mixing up a simple potion to cure boils. 
He swept around in his long black cloak, watching them weigh dried nettles and crush snake fangs, criticizing almost everyone except Malfoy, and Andrew and Hermione duo, whom he seemed to like. 
He was just telling everyone to look at the perfect way Malfoy had stewed his horned slugs when clouds of acid green smoke and a loud hissing filled the dungeon. 
Neville had somehow managed to melt Seamus's cauldron into a twisted blob, and their potion was seeping across the stone floor, burning holes in people's shoes. Within seconds, the whole class was standing on their stools while Neville, who had been drenched in the potion when the cauldron collapsed, moaned in pain as angry red boils sprang up all over his arms and legs.
"Idiot boy!" snarled Snape, clearing the spilled potion away with one wave of his wand. "I suppose you added the porcupine quills before taking the cauldron off the fire?"
Neville whimpered as boils started to pop up all over his nose. "Take him up to the hospital wing," Snape spat at Seamus. Then he rounded on Harry and Ron, who had been working next to Neville.
"You — Potter — why didn't you tell him not to add the quills? Thought he'd make you look good if he got it wrong, did you? One less point for Gryffindor."
This was so unfair that Harry opened his mouth to argue, but Ron kicked him behind their cauldron.
"Don't push it," he muttered, "I've heard Snape can turn very nasty."
...
As they climbed the steps out of the dungeons an hour later, Andrew noticed Harry was absorbed in his thoughts, and seemed to be low spirited, he was sure that Harry thought that Snape hated him...
Well... maybe a little, still, he didn't want Harry, to think of Snape as some kind of dark and evil man who pick on others for no reason.
He tried his best to cheer him up, but he didn't know if it had worked, not long after, they went separate ways. Harry and Ron went somewhere, while he and Hermione went to the library to continue studying.
As the days passed, Andrew had his other classes, such as DADA, Herbology, and Astronomy, and although all of them were the most boring classes he ever had, he still did exceptionally well in all of then, even getting 20 more points for Gryffindor, in this time, mainly because of how much time he spent with Hermione, they end up growing a little bit closer, it wouldn't be exaggerated to say they could be considered best's friend by now.
But he still had one more class to go, before saying he had truly spent his first week in Hogwarts, Flying class with Professor Rolanda Hooch!
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Ohhhhh I'm so tired right now, I wish I could snap my finger and make my lack of energy disappear... (My mother is better, thanks for your kind words!)
Hey guys, do you remember what I said a few chapters ago? About how I know nothing about relationships? Yeah, that's still true, so please, can anyone, at least, give me some tips on how to progress Andrew's relationship with Hermione??? I don't have any idea how to make it look natural, so if later, things end up happening in a weird way, I won't even bother to read your complaints on how their relationship progress!

After eons of cultivation, a man was able to reach a level where reincarnation was possible!

However, reincarnation was not exactly as he expected, at the time he died and activated this mystical ability, virtually all of his memory was erased and the only ones left were his knowledge of cultivation, alchemy, forge and dharmic spells.

Unfortunately, in the world in which he reincarnated, most of his knowledge became useless and he had to start over from the beginning.

Follow the story of the man who will revolutionize the world of magic and will play the most important role in the fight against the dark lord!
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This story happens in an alternate universe, the reason for this is, to give me more freedom. This is a just-for-fun project I have been working with, there will be a lot of non-canon things in the story.

Also, don't expect too much of it, I'm not planning the chapters or anything, this is more like me reading the first seven books again and writing the chapters based on what I think it would be interesting or fun to read next since I really wanted to have a Character of my own going through all the things that happened in the series!

Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction that draws heavily upon the original source material of Harry Potter. Please support the official material and know I claim no ownership or credit regarding content related to the series. All recognizable characters, plot, setting, etc, are the property of J.K.Rowling and/or Warner Bros. 

Chapter 25

The Champions

Thursday was coming faster and faster. I was sitting in the Great Hall with Luna, looking at the Quibbler. Fred and George came in and I smirked.

"Watch and learn Luna."

She smiled softly and looked over. People started to cheer.

"Thank you, thank you. Well lads, we've done it." Said George.

"Cooked it up just this morning." Fred added.

"It's not going to work." Hermione said.

Fred and George sat down next to her.

"Oh really? Why's that Granger?"

She pointed to the circle around the goblet.

"You see this? This is an age line. Dumbledore drew it himself." She said.

"So?"

"SO, a genius like Dumbledore couldn't possibly be fooled by something as pathetically dimwitted as an aging potion."

"That's why it's so brilliant."

"Because he's so pathetically dimwitted."

They both stood up and faced each other.

"Ready Fred?"

"Ready George."

"Bottoms up."

They drank their silly potions and then jumped over the age line. They put their names in and I just waited. Sure enough, they were both knocked backwards and were sporting white beards. Everyone started laughing and they started fighting. The door opened and Krum came in with Kakroff. He put his name in, then he looked at Hermione. I saw him smile at her. I saw the blush on her cheeks and she looked at me. I raised my brows with a smile. Her cheeks became redder and I chuckled.

Draco's POV

Saw the idiot Weasley twins try their potion. When I heard Lily's laugh I smiled. She was sitting next to her friend, Lovegood. She was a bit loony, but she was a good friend to Lily. Lily looked at me and smiled. It was the kind of smile she only gave to me. Lovegood whispered something to her and then left. She smiled a little as she walked past me. I walked inside and sat down next to Lily.

Harry's POV

My plan for Snape to separate them hadn't worked. He sat down next to my sister she moved her hair behind her ear. I clenched my fists and she laughed at something he said. I saw him take her hand and someone put their hand on my shoulder. Malfoy gave her his ring and I tried to go forward.

"Harry, don't!" Ron said.

"That's my sister!" I hissed.

She got up and left the hall with him. I shoved Ron off and went after them. When I turned the corner, Lily was gone. It was only Malfoy.

Lily's POV

I knew Harry was going to follow us. I looked around and then quickly went weasel. Draco picked me up and put me in his pocket.

"Where's Lily?" came Harry's voice.

"I'm her boyfriend, Potter. Not he keeper."

"I told you to stay away from my sister."

"Yeah, and I didn't listen. So you went running to Lily's dad? Really, Potter?"

Draco staggered back. Harry must have hit him.

"What's going on here!?"

Moody had come to join the party.

"Potter decked me in the face!" Draco said.

"I didn't see anything."

Draco's hand wrapped around me, I knew he was trying to keep me from jumping out of his pocket.

"On your way, Malfoy." Moody barked.

I started to struggle and Draco quickly walked away.

"Are you mad, Lily?" he hissed.

He took me out of his pocket and put me on his shoulder.

"If anyone finds out they could arrest you."

I rubbed my head against his cheek. He sighed and rounded the corner. He set me down and I turned back. There was a bruise forming on his cheekbone. I sighed and reached out. I touched it gently, but he still winced.

"Sorry. I'm sorry for everything."

He took my hand and smiled at me.

"It's worth it. You're worth anything and everything."

I smirked.

"Are you trying to get somewhere?" I asked.

He laughed a bit.

"Maybe."

I shook my head and then kissed his cheek.

When Thursday came, everyone gathered in the great hall. I sat down next to Harry, Ron and Hermione. Draco winked at me from across the hall and I smiled.

"Sit down please. And now the moment you've all been waiting for, the champion selection!"

Dumbledore walked up and the blue flame turned red. A piece of paper flew out and he caught it.

"The Durmstrang champion is… Viktor Krum!"

The Durmstrang lads cheered and Krum walked forward proudly. The next name flew out.

"The champion from Beauxbatons… Fleur Delacour!"

I clapped along with everyone else. She looked like a little princess, but you can't judge a book by its cover. Finally, the Hogwarts champion was announced.

"Cedrc Diggory!"

I clapped along with everyone else. He was smart, he had a good chance. There was just one problem, the cup was still glowing red. Another name came forth and Dumbledore looked at it with confusion.

"Harry Potter…"

My eyes widened and I looked at my brother.

"Harry Potter!" Dumbledore shouted.

He slowly stood up and started walking forward.

"NO!"

I got up and ran towards him, but dad caught me.

"Let me go!"

"You need to calm down." He said.

Harry and the rest of the teachers went into the trophy room. The students left the hall. All except for Ron, Hermione and Draco. I pushed my dad back and looked at him.

"This isn't possible!"

"Lily-"

"NO! Harry can't do this! Please dad you've got to stop them."

"Lily there's nothing I can do. You heard Dumbledore, once you're chosen you can't go back."

I shook my head and looked towards the door.

"Who would put his name in that cup?"

"I don't know. But when I find out, I'll put an end to this. I'm sorry Lily."

I looked at dad again.

"It was Moody."

"Lillian, no."

"Well why not? You know as well as I do that he's a demented bastard."

"Watch your tongue, young lady." He warned.

"But it's the truth, daddy!"

"She might have a point professor." Draco said.

Dad narrowed his eyes at him and he shut his mouth.

"She has a point though." Ron whispered.

"Excuse me?" Dad asked.

Ron shook his head.

"I forbid you to go snooping around Moody." He told me.

I scowled.

"I'm not a child!"

"You're MY child! And as long as I'm alive and breathing you will do what I say. I'm only looking out for you. Now I want you to return to your common room and stay there."

Tears came to my eyes.

"Yes, sir."

He sighed and I stormed past him.

"Lily-"

I ignored him.

Draco's POV

"Lillian wait!"

She didn't come back. I ran after her and caught her by the arm.

"He's only doing what he thinks is best."

"For me. Not for Harry. I know Moody had something to do with this, and I'm going to prove it. One way or another. Please say you'll help me."

"Lily that's dangerous!"

She looked into my eyes, pleading. I sighed and pulled her into my arms.

"Okay."

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