Harry Potter Fanfiction
This is my first time writing a book.

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Fanfic on the Harry Potter with greatly changed cannon and world.

The release rate is random!!!

On August 1, 1991, Draco Malfoy tried on robes at Robes for All Occasions. It was a demonstration that Malfoy respects tradition and is close to all wizards.  A new visitor entered Malkin's shop and Draco did not expect to see him.
But he recognized this boy immediately!
It was him. Boy-who-was-guilty- that-Malfoy-didn't-go-to- Durmstrang!
The one who was guilty of that Malfoy didn't go to Durmstrang!
Draco immediately remembered talking to his father. Father said it was so dangerous to be so close to the old spider and the intrigue Dumbledore. But Draco has to go to Hogwarts to study. The young heir to the Malfoy family will go to the Slytherin House. Draco must learn to have useful relationships and connections from a young age. It was about a "hero" who went to Hogwarts to study with Draco.
And so Draco saw him. A mysterious, unknown figure on the field of Magic Britain. A pawn of Dumbledore, but an important figure to be respected.
At least Draco must start with respect, without losing his dignity and showing his worth. Of course, Draco immediately recognized this face, familiar from an important detail, the scar!
The boy with the round glasses answered something to Madame Malkin. He turned his head with black, slightly cracked hair and walked forward to stand next to Draco. He was skinny, short, and looked squeezed and tense. The scar on his forehead was visible to the heir to the Malfoy family.
"Hello," Draco said and continued softly as if he was doing a favor to his interlocutor and was not interested in his answer at all. "Going to Hogwarts, too?"
"Hogwarts is a pigsty for beggars and petty aristocrats. The rich nobodies who've bought their title for generations of ancestors in the past," Potter graciously snorted.
Malfoy grabbed out his eyes. That's not the turn he expected in the conversation. Harry Potter looked at him with his blue eyes, a cold as ice look of indifference. Then the hero of magical Britain said with pride in his voice:
"I'm going to study at Avalon. The oldest school of magic. For true wizards. There's no place for the miserable. You'll finish your Hogwarts, and you'll wipe your pants at the Ministry. Or you're bribing all kinds of lowborn dummies. That's your fate.
"The Malfoys always get the best! Daddy didn't tell me about Avalon," and the boy's light-blue eyes were staring at the interlocutor.
The answer threw him into an even greater abyss of confusion.
"Are you Malfoy? People like you don't even get into Konoha Academy. And you have no place in Avalon. Lots of gold, no honor. To grow to a respectable place. Say hi to Daddy, I'll need his services. Potter. Harry Potter. Winner of the dark lord, former master of your father."
And Harry Potter smiled the cold blue eyes right in the pale boy's face:
"By the ancient law of power and magic, the winner gets everything! Your father was a servant of a lord. After the Lord's death, your father belongs to me."
And this vile Potter twisted his right fingers and stretched it out to Malfoy's face.
Draco recoiled from his sizzling and gloating voice, from the cold, sparkling steel, blue of his evil eyes, from this hand that reached out to his face. He recoiled and pressed himself against the wall. There's nowhere to run! It was Potter! He met the famous Boy-who-lived! Why didn't Daddy tell him anything?
"You can't do that. It can't be like this. Daddy's not like that," Malfoy mumbled.
"Your father has the mark of a slave on his hand! You'll be mine too, son of my servant. I will find you all a place on the farm. You'll all get plenty. There will be enough places for everyone in the rice plantations," Potter ended his conversation in a gloomy quiet tone and added the main thing. "Draco, you'll never be a shinobi!"
Then this strange Potter, who said some strange words, as the owner of all magic Britain came out of the store.
Draco Malfoy felt a tear roll down his cheek. That Potter was lying! That's not true! It wasn't true! And Avalon, and the mark of a slave, and the rice plantations, and the shinobi! This is all bullshit! Harry Potter is crazy, thinking Draco suddenly.
Bloody Harry, bloody Potter went mad and dared to hurt him, heir to the Malfoy family.
Draco ran out of the Robes for All Occasions store, he was in a hurry to tell Papa everything. 
Lord Malfoy's figure stood out from the crowd at Diagon Alley. This wizard was respected by his enemies and allies. The strangers at the first meeting immediately saw the embodiment of the aristocracy, a magical aristocracy. Draco calmed down at once, he approached his father with a calm firm step. But he could not fool a master like Lucius. Lord Malfoy immediately felt that his son was excited and shocked. Lord Malfoy's eyes sparkled with cold, he squeezed his stick and extended his hand to the heir.
"Home."
When the son told his father about his meeting, the Lord did not immediately believe the words. He ordered me to look him in the eyes and read Draco's memories.
Lucius calmed his son down:
"Draco, the game has begun. The old spider made his first move as a pawn. We'll think hard and answer."
Lucius was excited about some moments of the event. He was a master of guessing the truth of the words of the interlocutor, he immediately realized that this boy is confident in the correctness of his words. Lucius frowned. The mark was a dangerous sign of his service. It was a curse and a blessing of his family. The mystery of the mark was known only to the members of the inner circle. The old spider does not know the whole truth. Dumbledore started using children in the game. It's a dirty and vile thing to do.
Lucius Malfoy decided to talk to his wife. It was a family matter. And the daughter of the Black family can help the son of the Malfoy family very well. Dumbledore will regret his decision to hit their family.
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Jagman Coleman looked at the people around him with a haughty smile.
He graduated with honors from Hogwarts. A graduate of Rowena Ravenclaw's house got a great place in the Ministry of Magic.
Coleman took his time, he walked quietly to his workplace on his first day at work. 
"Mister, can you help me with this?"
Jagman heard a soft childish voice and saw a boy handing him an open book. "What's interesting about it? Funny boy," thought the wizard and reached out to the book of a strange boy.
He shouldn't have done that. It wasn't the last mistake in Jagman Coleman's life. But it was the scariest and most fatal one.
Jagman knew how portals work.
"Portkey! It's a kidnapping! Where did I get to?" Jagman figured it out when he found himself in an unknown location.
And he was immediately captured. The full boy acted quickly and decisively. He hit Jagman on the head. Two clones quickly chained the captive to a chair. The boy squeezed a huge gag into Coleman's mouth that ripped apart the prisoner's jaws. Special metal "gloves" enveloped the prisoner's hands. Now he could not magic, or even snap a finger to call a house elf.
Jagman Coleman woke up and realized that something terrible was happening to him. It wasn't just the terrible captivity that made him afraid. The tranquility of a full boy was terrifying as he took something crispy out of a bag and put it neatly in his mouth. The little fat man crunched and chewed, and looked at the prisoner with the indifferent expression of his dark eyes.
A black-haired boy walked into the room and muttered, "How troublesome." He looked at Coleman.
"We'll have lunch now, and then we can talk to you, Mr. Jagman Coleman."
That little bastard nodded to his partner and he vanished in an instant! Coleman couldn't believe his eyes. Apparition without a wand! They're not kids! They're grown-up wizards under the Polyjuice Potion! What's going on in magical Britain?
The boy looked at the prisoner with his cold, dark eyes and nodded his ugly, disgusting thoughts. And then he came out of the room.
Coleman looked around. It could have been the basement. There weren't any windows in the room. There were only stone walls in the room and a strong chair to which the prisoner was bound. The wizard was twitching his whole body. There was nothing he could do for his release. Those scoundrels knew how to capture the wizard! 
Jagman's nightmare began in a few tens of minutes.
Two little bastards who knew each other entered the room. The fat boy wouldn't stop eating something. A boy with hair tied in a spiky ponytail quietly made demands. That little bastard said he was interested in all the secrets of Hogwarts. The clever and smart Ravenclaw House graduate Jagman Coleman should know a lot about Hogwarts.
"You'll tell Coleman all the information."Wit beyond measure is torturer's greatest pleasure." Secret passages to Hogsmeade. Useful hiding places. Passwords from the corridors. Secret rooms. Don't be shy, Coleman. Don't bother burdening yourself with these secrets. Yeah. We're going to free you from the burden of your ears. You're some kind of lop-eared. It's not nice to live with those ears. They don't harmonize with the shape of your nose. Choji. Cut off his ears."
The fat guy came out of the room. He came back with a little drawer. The boy put the drawer against the wall. He turned to the prisoner and his face was decorated with a kind smile, a strange knife was in his hand. The Jagman was shaking in terror. It was outrageous! It was completely wild! Soon Coleman was moaning with pain.
You can't do that! His father would destroy these Muggle-born animals! He's Coleman! He's doing business with Malfoy and Trimble. Let's tell them quickly and then they'll stop this nightmare, Coleman thought.
"Don't you dare eat the ears, Choji! In a box. Put the ears in the box. What, Mr. Ravenclaw? Shall we tell mysteries and secrets? Or are we just going to piss and get our pants dirty? Now your nose doesn't look right. Is that why you need a nose if you don't have ears? That's strange logic, don't you think? Did you know that Logic is the science of Muggles? It's very funny Muggle sophistry. Jagman! Have you stopped hitting your mother? Don't try to find the answer. It's sophistry, Mr. Ravenclaw. Choji, cut off his nose. Get a bottle of Firewhisky. You can't burn wounds. It's going to stink a lot here. You know, Coleman, this is the most unusual thing about archivist work. You're not an archivist, but you can smell your shit and the smell of a fried body at the same time. Because there are two holes in your nose! The structure of a purebred wizard always knocks my mind off the normal operation. Well done, Choji. Pour whiskey on Mr. Coleman's wounds and prepare his right hand. I hope you're right-handed, Mr. Coleman."
Jagman was throwing his head up. He gave up, he broke down, he moaned quietly, tears came out of his eyes, and he was in pain. He was embarrassed. Wildly awful and scared and hurt. And he didn't understand anything. How could you do this! What wildness! Why torture him? Why torture in such wild ways? Damn Muggles! He'll tell you everything! Release him!
Nobody set him free. The boy said they were still small. They're not allowed to use magic wands. And they don't know any torture spells. So they're simply going to torture Mr. Coleman with a variety of weapons.
Tortured him for a long time. Two little villains learned a lot. An honors student and a smartass graduate knew a lot of secrets. One little shinobi was just about to start learning at Hogwarts. But it's never too early to start preparing for school, is it?
Jagman Coleman woke up in a dirty puddle. He screamed out of terror! He was squealing when he saw a filthy rat bite him on the bloody stump of his finger. Jagman couldn't find the strength to act. He raised his head and howled like a beast in the darkness of the night sky. Suddenly he heard a burst of loud, drunken laughter at the side. It froze the wizard, and he quietly wheezed the name of the house-elf.

A few moments later, the Coleman family saw the heir in a terrible state. The boy was not sent to St Mungo's Hospital. It was a family business. The family's Healer quickly ordered treatment for the heir. Richard Coleman was sitting in a chair and his eye was twitching with anger. It was a wild and unexplained crime. His son was able to overhear some important details about the kidnappers. The Order's archive is gathering new information about Hogwarts at the end of a decade. What the nonsense? Dumbledore can't do this arrogantly and directly. Albus isn't like that. He's a cunning, insidious, strong opponent. But he's not a butcher! He has no foolish servants. Someone started a war with the Light Lord. And the neutrals are being drawn into this war. I'm sorry, son, but the Coleman family won't be in a hurry. Coleman will be remembered, they will take their revenge.
The Coleman family's humiliation continued the next morning. The post office owl brought a letter to Mr. Richard Coleman. The head of the family was silent, holding back his anger and trying to understand the message.
*
Richard Coleman.
You owe the Order. Your heir is alive. Give the Order's messenger 1,000 galleons. You can kill the first messenger at noon. When the second messenger dies, the Order will answer with death for death.
Shikamaru, financier of the Order.
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Exactly at noon, the house-elf opened the gate to a low stranger. Richard stood on his ancestral land with a wand in his hand. He was trying to remember this wizard. He met this bastard. The stranger smiled and said.
"Don't try to recognize me. My lord's power is great. You know the power of the Order. I have thousands of faces."
And at that moment, the stranger put his hands in front of him and his features changed.
Richard Coleman shuddered. His son was standing in front of him! The wizard breathed out of anger and wheezed.
"Virtus Violatio."
The wizard froze in shock. When the spell beam touched the enemy, the stranger just disappeared! Coleman stood there and understood nothing. Was it the Apparition or did the messenger use the Portkey? Who's the Lord? What do these bastards have to do with the Order of the Phoenix? It can't be Dumbledore's men's business! What can be done? 
Richard Coleman was a strong wizard. So strong, he managed to stay outside the interests of the Dark and Light Lords. Coleman killed and knew what death was. And now he felt threatened by his family. The Wizard returned to the house and thought of a new period of restless life.

I brought the Will of Fire to Magical Britain. My Shinobi clones are brave and loyal. Dumbledore, Voldemort, all wizards will get theirs. I'll become the Kage of the Village hidden in Ramen. Dattebane!
1. Naruto was killed by Mizuki. He was reborn with little knowledge of Shinobi School. No Kurama. No MC. It's a novel about the survival of a Shinobi Boy in the world of wizards with a little help from his clone friends.
2. A lot of clones, a lot of humor, a lot of death, a lot of adventures, a lot of changes in the original story.
3. I'm not a native speaker, so don't expect grammar perfection.
All/Most characters belong to their respective authors, I own no rights to them apart from the storyline.
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CHAPTER EIGHTY TWO:


After the trials of that day had ended Harry approached Amelia and Madam Longbottom where they stood at the floor of the courtroom; he would have liked to have Kingsley there as well, but he was overseeing the transport of the convicted criminals to Azkaban.


"Hi Amelia; Madam Longbottom," Harry greeted, receiving similar greetings in reply. "I just wanted to say that in the future it would be best if the Death Eater children of Hogwarts age or older were given notice so that they can attend the trials of their parents. It proves to them that their parents received fair trials and were justly convicted, as well as giving me the opportunity to speak with them directly after about the changes in their living circumstances. I was actually going to ask Kingsley about it, but he's already left, so…"


Amelia sighed, passing a hand over her eyes wearily. "Yes, you're right, of course. I'll make sure that any children are invited in the future. Are you alright to deal with Crabbe and Goyle yourself?" Their parents had just been tried and sentenced to Azkaban, and Harry knew that the two young children also practically orphaned this day were already at Black Manor, along with all the Death Eater children under Hogwarts age.


"I'll deal with it, don't worry," Harry nodded, adding another thing to his mental list of things to do. Checking his watch he excused himself, saying that he'd see them the next day for more trials and chuckling at Amelia's weary groan.


"I can still offer you a Dreamless Sleep Potion if you need it," he called back over his shoulder, and to his shock she flipped him the bird, sending him into helpless laughter as he left the courtroom.


Instead of apparating back to Hogwarts Harry headed for Madam Tinkleweather's shop, relieved when he found that she hadn't closed for the day yet. Entering, he found her at the front desk drawing some sketches.


"Ah, Lord Potter-Black!" the woman greeted him pleasantly when she looked up at her customer. "Welcome back! How are the uniforms? Did you get the hat and shoes for Dobby and Winky?"


"The uniforms are great," Harry replied laughingly, "and yes, we got the hat and shoes! The milliner was pretty unpleasant, unfortunately, but Dobby loves his hat so it was worth it."


Madam Tinkleweather frowned slightly. "Unpleasant in what way?"


"Ah, he didn't seem to agree with my political views," Harry brushed off her concern. "It's not really a problem, and I need some more hats, so unless you can recommend another milliner..?"


"I'm afraid not," the woman replied, her concerned frown remaining. "But you said you need more hats? I assume that means you're here for more outfits as well?" She seemed quite happy at the thought, and Harry laughed again.


"As a matter of fact, I am! I have a list here," he pulled the parchment out of his pocket, "of all the house elves I suddenly find in my care. It turns out that I claimed them as well when I declared right of conquest," he grimaced at her, placing the smoothed-out parchment on the desk.


"Oh my," the tailor breathed upon seeing the numbers involved. "Whatever are you going to do with all these house elves?" she looked up at him with wide eyes.


Harry sighed. "Well, some of them I've already found other masters for, as you can see, and I do have an awful lot of properties now that need taking care of, but I was thinking that house elves that would like to cook or take care of children could work for other families, earning money that way but with me as the only person who can give them direct orders. It should protect them, let them work the way they'd like to, and earn them some money, which are all good things in my book." A thought occurred to him and he looked over at the tailor with a grin. "You wouldn't happen to need some help here, would you?"


Madam Tinkleweather laughed delightedly. "I'll have to consider it if you keep giving me so much work, Lord Potter-Black! I hear that you're raising a whole bunch of children..?"


It was Harry's turn to laugh. "Good point – I'll see if any of the elves are interested in making clothing. Isn't that a good trick, a house elf creating clothing when to give it clothing is the traditional way to release one from service?" Both of them grinned at each other, in full accord on this point. "Let's just ask one right now, and then you have some choice in the matter." Plugging his ears and giving the tailor a look suggesting she do the same, he called for the Potter elves, remembering that there had been at least one there that had seemed particularly delighted at the thought of getting a uniform.


"Yes, Master Harry?" all the Potter elves chorused, and Harry unplugged his ears with a long look at the tailor that had her laughing in dismayed understanding.


"Hi all," Harry said, crouching once more to be on their level, his knees protesting. "This is Madam Tinkleweather, the tailor who'll be making the uniforms for you."


"Hello, everyone," the woman greeted, and the fact that she went to her knees beside Harry only made his respect for her grow. "I'm looking for an assistant or two to help me create your outfits, and Lord Potter-Black was so kind to point out that one of you might be interested. Do any of you particularly enjoy sewing, and are interested in creating clothing?" As soon as she said the last word she realized that she had erred, but even so a house elf immediately bounded forward, dragging an identical elf – her twin, Harry knew – by the wrist.


"We is interested!" the elf exclaimed excitedly, big eyes shining. "I is loving to sew, and Mick is always dressing former young Master!"


"That sounds wonderful," Madam Tinkleweather replied good-naturedly, turning to the second elf, who looked somewhat reluctant. "Your sister sounds quite enthusiastic, but you don't look too keen. Would you rather not work with me?"


The house elf bit his lip and gave Harry an uncertain look. "Mick is not wishing to leave Master Harry," he admitted softly, and his sister, Nick, turned on him with an upset expression.


"Master Harry is not making us leave!" the elf protested. "He is letting us work for others, you is hearing him say so earlier!"


"She's right, Mick," Harry said gently, reaching out to the house elf and touching him lightly on the arm. "You'll still be a Potter elf, but here's an opportunity for you to work with clothing if that's what you'd like to do. Madam Tinkleweather would pay you both, and you'd get the opportunity to create clothing for children and house elves, sewing and maybe even designing if you're good at it. If you're not interested you don't have to, mind. It's your choice to make."


"Absolutely," the children's tailor agreed with him. "However, part of your wages would of course go to Lord Potter-Black as your Master, and you'd have to wear a uniform more like mine than the ones Winky and Dobby wear. What do you think?"


Nick appeared all but ready to launch herself at Harry and Madam Tinkleweather for a hug, but restrained herself as she anxiously watched her twin brother consider the first big choice he'd ever had to make.


"You're welcome to quit whenever you want," Madam Tinkleweather pointed out softly, and that seemed to decide the elf.


"Mick would be liking to work for Madam Tinkles," the elf said quietly but resolutely, and the two humans found themselves smiling widely as Nick wrapped her brother in an exuberant hug.


"Alright," Harry said to the two elves with a smile, "That means Madam Tinkleweather is your boss now. Let's give it a trial week and if by the end of the week you're all happy working together we can draw up a contract so that it's all nice and formal. You open shop at 9 AM?" he asked the tailor, and she confirmed that she came to the store at around 8:30 to prepare in the mornings. Turning back to the elves Harry instructed them, "Come here tomorrow morning at a quarter to nine – can you tell time? Yes? Great. So, come here to meet Madam Tinkleweather tomorrow at a quarter to nine, and she'll get you started. Alright?"


The elves nodded promptly, Mick seeming to start catching Nick's enthusiasm, and Harry told the group of elves that they could go again, hurriedly covering his ears before they popped out. Exhaling he stood and offered his companion a hand up that she took but didn't need. "There we go, then – two assistants! I do hope it works out well."


"I think it will," the woman replied with a secret smile. "I do think it will." Shaking her head slightly she walked back behind the desk and picked up the parchment, perusing it another time. "Then that means two Potter elves that will need a different uniform," she said, making a note on the parchment, "and I have a few questions about these other house elves," she pointed at the list of unbonded elves with her quill. "I can find out the Weasley colors easily enough for this one – Jirplump, is it? Why do house elves often have such strange names?" she mused to herself. "But it might be best if you send the other elves and their new masters to me to discuss uniform options. You made a note here that this Radley is to be the younger Potter's bodyguard, and a bellhop costume is hardly appropriate then. No, it truly is best if you send them to me once they're bonded," the tailor informed him with an upward glance at him.


"That sounds good to me," Harry agreed. "I'm sorry to give you so much work at once…"


"Not to worry," Madam Tinkleweather brushed it off, "It's great business, and I haven't quite decided yet whether to give you a discount for commissioning so many or raise the price for the amount of work it is…"


"Raise the price," Harry said promptly. "I can afford it, and you've been a huge help. You can be sure that I'll bring the children to you when they need clothes," he smiled at her, and she smiled right back.


"You're a good sort, you are," she said fondly. "Off you go, then – I have work to do, and I'm fairly certain that you've got more important things to deal with than house elf costumes!"


"Not more important," Harry disagreed, "but yes, there are things I should be doing. Good luck with the two elves tomorrow!" With a wave he left, disapparating from outside the shop and heading up the path to Hogwarts, keeping a weather eye out for possible attackers along the way. After all, there was no point in getting a bodyguard of his own when he was more dangerous on his own and had a couple dozen protective house elves at his beck and call.

*** One day in Harry's school library, when Harry is 8.
Harry closed the lid on his latest book, another one from the fantasy genre. It was reasonably well written but the protagonist of the book made it through the entire story entirely on his good luck and a bunch of flukes.
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 but then came across the next dilemma.
How would he solve his problems?
The Dursleys' malnourishment of him meant that he wouldn't be becoming particularly strong anytime in the near future.
He had to become smart, beyond the norm and talk his way through life.
That would be the only way he could survive.
*** Privet Drive, when harry is 11
"Fetch the mail, boy." Vernon ordered Harry.
Harry silently went and retrieved the mail, flicking through all of the letters quickly, while walking back to the dining room.
He stopped dead in his tracks at the last letter.
Mr. Harry J Potter
Cupboard under the stairs, Privet Drive, Surrey
There was a letter for him! He had never received a letter before, and he knew that Vernon would never let him read it if he ever saw the letter.
On his way to the dining room, Harry slid the letter into his cupboard before reaching the breakfast table and giving the mail to Vernon and silently moving to clear the plates, which Vernon and Dudley had demolished, including the one piece of toast that Harry had.
Harry didn't bother protesting.
Vernon put down the mail with a satisfied grunt, "What took you so long, boy?"
"I slipped and dropped the mail." Harry lied with a straight face that showed regret.
Vernon sneered, "Shoulda expected it of a freak like you."
Harry nodded quickly and almost sprinted to his cupboard. When he was inside, he eagerly opened his letter.
Dear Mr. Potter,
You have been admitted into the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, please send you acceptance by owl, no later than the 30th of August this year. The first day of school will be on the 1st of September,
Yours,
Assistant Headmistress McGonagall
Below the letter was a list of ridiculous sounding books and things to buy.
Harry's heart sunk a bit, but he held some hope. He didn't know what an owl was, so he nicked a pound from Dudley and stole a sheet of a4 paper from Vernon and mailed an acceptance letter to 'Hogwarts'.
He had little hope that it was actually going to work, but sending a letter wouldn't hurt right?
In his letter he had included that he needed proof that magic existed.
*** Next Day
The Dursleys heard three sharp raps on their door, just after dinner.
"Open the door, boy."
Harry nodded and went to open the door, and saw an old woman standing outside in extremely old fashioned clothing.
"Hello, I'm Harry, who might you be?" Harry asked politely.
Minerva nodded, "I'm Professor McGonagall, Harry, it's my job to introduce muggle-borns and muggle-raised to the wizarding world."
At this she frowned, "Though it was expected that your aunt and uncle would already have explained the wizarding world to you."
Harry snorted inwardly and was about to answer when Vernon bellowed from the dining room.
"BOY, WHO'S AT THE DOOR!"
Minerva's lips thinned a bit at the derogatory tone in Vernon's voice.
Harry had to think fast, he couldn't lie because McGonagall would become suspicious, but telling the truth would risk the Dursleys throwing McGonagall out of the house altogether.
In the end he decided to tell the truth, "Somebody from a place named Hogwarts." Harry said softly, hoping for the best.
Vernon stormed into the room.
"Look here, I won't be paying for some fool to teach the freak magic tricks." Vernon snapped at McGonagall.
McGonagall's lips thinned some more.
"Mr. Potter will be attending Hogwarts no matter what a muggle like you thinks of it." She said back before ignoring Vernon completely.
McGonagall pointed her wand at a chair in the corner of the drawing room and levitated the chair.
"At Hogwarts, you will learn several branches of magic, including Charms, Transfiguration, Potions, Defence against the Dark Arts among others…"
McGonagall took a breath, "Let me also warn you that due to events that took place while you were a baby, you've become a somewhat famous personality in the wizarding world. Would it be convenient if I took you to Diagon Alley tomorrow?"
Harry smiled politely, "If you give me the directions and the money, I'm sure I could find my way myself."
McGonagall shook her head. "I'm afraid that muggle-raised are to be escorted to Diagon Alley on their first visit."
Harry cursed inwardly but smiled outwardly. "Then sure, we can go tomorrow afternoon, it is a Saturday."
As soon as McGonagall left, Harry was shouted at, kicked in the ribs and thrown into his cupboard in Vernon's fit of anger.
*** Next afternoon
McGonagall picked up Harry when she was supposed to, noticing but not commenting on Harry's very well hidden wince as he walked.
She gave him a cap to wear before they reached a dirty looking pub that everybody else in the vicinity seemed to ignore.
McGonagall led him through the pub, exchanging a few words with the bartender, Tom, before she took him out the back.
"To get into Diagon Alley, you need to swipe your wand, when you get it, along the bricks like this." McGonagall demonstrated and the wall moved aside to let them through into the bustling magical alley.
Harry stared around in barely concealed wonder. McGonagall hid a smile at his reaction.
"Our first stop will be the Wizarding Bank, Gringotts. Your parents left you their sizeable fortune. We will be making a withdrawal from your trust vault."
They walked up to the teller.
McGonagall nodded respectfully.
"What may I do for you?" the teller asked coolly.
"Mr. Potter would like to make a withdrawal from his trust vault."
The goblin nodded, "Key, please."
McGonagall provided the key, pulling it out of her purse.
The teller, 'Griphook', led them to a cart and belted them in, and sat at the front, as the cart took off at high speeds, falling and rising rather like a roller coaster.
Harry thought that it was designed that way to disorient passengers so that potential thieves couldn't find their way around the underground tunnels of Gringotts.
With a screeching halt they reached Harry's vault.
"You will have to wait outside, Professor." Griphook stated.
McGonagall nodded and waited in the cart.
Harry went inside the vault with the goblin and filled the pouch that McGonagall had given him to the brim with golden galleons, taking as much money as possible.
"McGonagall said this was a trust vault. Does that mean that I have a family vault too?" Harry asked, while filling his pouch with money.
"You do have the Potter family vault but you may not access it till you are 17 or emancipated by the ministry." Griphook stated emotionlessly.
Harry nodded and went back out with his pouch of galleons.
"That's more money than you will need." McGonagall stated.
Harry flashed her an innocent smile. "This way I don't have to come back to get my money for Christmas presents."
McGonagall nodded her acceptance. "Just don't waste it all on candy or anything like that."
"Yes Professor." Harry said.
The first place that McGonagall took Harry too was Madam Malkins, the clothing shop.
Harry inwardly wrinkled his nose at how impractical wizarding robes were but smiled politely and stood completely still while Malkin measured him and the boy standing next to him.
"Hogwarts too?" the blonde next to him asked.
"Yes." Harry said.
The Blonde extended a hand.
"Draco Malfoy."
"Harry."
"Named after the whole 'Potter craze' were you?" Draco asked.
Harry smiled sheepishly, "Yes."
'Potter craze? Am I that famous!?' Harry thought.
"What house do you think you'll be in?" Draco asked.
Harry hadn't heard about the houses yet, so he answered vaguely.
"Don't know yet, do we." Harry said, making his question sound rhetorical but still there, in case he was supposed to know.
"No, I suppose we don't, but I know I'll be in Slytherin." The blonde puffed out his chest self-importantly.
Draco finished first and his father walked into the store to pick him up.
Nobility, Harry noted, while Draco and his father walked off.
After the clothing shop, Harry was taken to the bookstore.
Harry smiled widely.
"I'll pick up your potions ingredients and you can pick up the books on your list." McGonagall said, before taking two galleons from him and bustling off as if she had done it a million times before.
Harry quickly picked up his school books before picking up a few on customs and traditions, some on Runes and Arithmancy and a few other texts he thought would be useful to keep himself ahead of the class. He also picked up some books that claimed to be about him.
McGonagall came to pick him up and muttered 'Ravenclaw' when she saw the pile of books that Harry had picked up.
Next, McGonagall took Harry to Ollivanders wand shop.
Harry didn't let himself look rattled by Ollivander's speech which left the creepy old man looking somewhat disappointed.
"Ah, Mr. Potter, I've been expecting you. I'm sorry to say that I sold the wand that did that."
Ollivander reached out a hand and touched Harry's scar. Harry had to work hard to not flinch at Ollivander's touch.
After a long line of wands, Harry finally found one that responded to him.
"Aah! SO curious, very curious." Ollivander commented.
"What is?" Harry asked.
"The phoenix that gave the feather for this wand also gave the feather for the wand of you-know-who!"
Harry looked slightly confused. "Who?"
"The man who killed your parents," McGonagall whispered.
"Oh." Harry didn't know how to respond.
He numbly paid the 7 galleons, thinking about this you-know-who fellow.
McGonagall handed him a cage.
"Here, I bought you something for your birthday."
It was a snowy owl.
"Thank you!" Harry responded.
McGonagall almost smiled. "What will you name it?"
"Hedwig."
*** Hogwarts Express
McGonagall had explained how to get to the Hogwarts Express, Harry managed to wheedle Vernon to take him to Kings Cross at the threat of the 'freaks' showing up again.
He had arrived early and picked an empty cabin.
A red-headed boy opened the door to his cabin.
"Can I sit here, everywhere else is full."
"Sure." Harry smiled back.
"Hi, I'm Ron, Ron Weasley."
"Harry."
"Blimey! Are you Harry Potter!"
Seeing no way out other than outright lying, Harry nodded, already taking a dislike to the redhead.
"Yes."
"Are you really!"
"That is what I just said."
"Do you remember that night!?" Ron asked excitedly, irritating Harry some more.
He had read the book about what had happened. Apparently, the dark wizard Voldemort had shot a killing curse at him but it had been reflected back onto Voldemort and killed him instead, and Harry had been hailed as the savior of the wizarding world, personally, Harry found the story laughable. Obviously, it had been his parents who had done something. With his extremely rudimentary knowledge of runes, he knew that it was very easily possible to reflect the killing curse as long as there was an equal powering source, in this case, the taking of one soul, which considering both his parents died before him was quite possible yet all of the rune experts of the wizarding world were clueless about the possibility. Harry had vowed to do more research into runes and such.
Harry politely said that he didn't remember anything as he was but a baby at the time and the awkward silence returned.
A bushy-haired girl burst into their cabin, interrupting Harry's musing.
"Have you seen a toad, Neville's lost one." She said in a rush.
"No, but you could ask one of the older students to summon the toad," Harry suggested.
Harry had practiced a lot of spells but the summoning spell was 4th year, and quite a bit further than he had tried, though he knew the incantation.
"Oh, I didn't think of that, thanks!" the girl said and left.
"Mental, that one," Ron said rudely.
"She was only helping this Neville fellow," Harry defended her, lightly.
"Probably Neville Longbottom, the squib." Ron snorted unattractively.
Harry frowned slightly, "If Neville were a squib, he wouldn't be on the Express going to a school of Wizardry."
Ron rolled his eyes.
Harry found himself quite disliking Ron and his rude tendency to talk shit about people he didn't know.
Harry pulled out his book and started reading.
"Why're you reading?" Ron asked incredulously.
Harry looked over his book.
"To gain knowledge," Harry said, politely.
"But! But! You're Harry Potter, you can't be bookish!" Ron almost shouted.
Harry's expression hardened a bit and he looked back at his book.
He really didn't like the redhead's attitude toward books.
*** Hogwarts
With the rest of the students, Harry took the boats to Hogwarts.
He nodded politely at McGonagall while she was giving her 'House is family' speech.
He ignored Ron's exclamation that they would have to fight a troll.
He clapped after the hat's song and waited his turn, not showing any of the nervousness he was feeling about the sorting.
"Potter, Harry." Called out McGonagall.
Harry stepped forward confidently and walked up to the podium, ignoring Draco's 'you didn't tell me you were the Harry Potter!'
Harry sat on the stool and let the hat be put on his head, feeling nervous. He really disliked the idea of the hat being able to see all his memories.
"Oh ho, what do we have here! You'd be an amazing Slytherin…" the hat spoke in his head.
Harry agreed, personally, but he couldn't let himself be perceived as a 'filthy snake' by the rest of the school.
"You do know that that is even more reason to put you in Slytherin." The Hat sounded amused.
"I will be in Gryffindor." Harry thought back.
"Very well…" The hat sighed, "If you must, then, GRYFFINDOR!" the last word was shouted out.
Harry took off the hat and headed to the table which was dressed up in red and had two more red-heads shouting about how they got Potter and noted that Draco was looking disappointed at his sorted and a little disgusted.
Harry sat down next to Hermione, the bushy-haired girl from the train, who started rattling off what the books said about Harry.
Harry smiled lightly. "The books about me are all false."
Hermione looked almost comically enraged. "But books are always right!" she shouted.
Harry smiled. "Who was there to witness what actually happened that night."
Hermione frowned and fell into the trap, "You and Voldemort."
Harry inwardly laughed at all the flinches that people gave at the Dark Lord's name.
"I can assure you that I've never given an interview and Voldemort is dead, so where does your book get its facts from?"
Hermione looked extremely stunned.
"I-I…"
Harry smiled lightly at her, "Just something to think about."
*** Next Day
Harry woke up early at 5 am, and had a quick bath before returning and reading some more, practicing some late 1st year spells till 6:30-ish when some other boys in the dorm started to stir.
Harry headed down to breakfast early and had a quick and light breakfast before taking out his book on an art known as Occlumency and started reading.
He received his timetable, along with incredulous books from Ron, for reading a book and he went to his first class, Transfiguration with McGonagall.
He got to class, barely on time and waited for McGonagall to arrive before noticing a cat next to McGonagall's table and remembered that she was a cat animagus.
Harry winked at the cat, who stared at Harry.
Ron and another boy from Harry's dorm, Seamus, landed up late for class.
McGonagall transformed from the cat into herself and got a few screams and surprised looks.
She lectured them for a while before giving them a matchstick and telling them the incantation to turn it into a needle.
Harry took and deep breath and performed the transfiguration, pushing his magic into his wand, magnifying it and saying the incantation and imagining the needle he wanted, intricate and silver.
It took a long second, but the matchstick turned into a needle with a soft pop.
McGonagall swept over to Harry.
"5 points to Gryffindor, Mr. Potter, amazing needle, first try too! 5 more points because of the intricacy."
McGonagall just got back to the front of the class, as Hermione managed to finish her transfiguration.
"Ms. Granger's done it too! 5 more points to Gryffindor." McGonagall said pleased that 2 people had completed the complex transfiguration in such quick succession.
Harry worked on trying to make his transfiguration more intricate. He tried to engrave a pattern into his needle and managed, though he began to start sweating.
McGonagall picked up the engraved needle, admiring the pretty if simple pattern on the small needle.
"Good job, Mr. Potter, but remember not to exhaust yourself."

"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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"I'm Hermoine Granger" The brown haired girl says, I don't think she liked the silence.

"N-neville Longbottom." Said the teddy bear.

"Ron Weasley" Ron says with a mouth half stuffed with a pumpkin pastry

"I'm Alexander Prince and this is my brother Harry Potter. Now before you begin to gape and ask about the scar or" Looks over at the brown haired girl "Tell us how much you know about him let me say one the scar is a sensitive subject and most of what you think you know about him is a lie."

"B-but how can it be a lie. There are books-"

"Yes yes bookworm." Oh she looks offended "You seem to be a muggleborn or raised so surely you know about that little genre called fiction. Yep almost all those books are a lie." She gasped "The only thing they got right is he survived a killing curse, but me and him both believe it has more to do with his mother than anything he did as an infant" I emphasize the word infant "I have my solicitor working on either having the books recalled or the others telling everyone they are works of fiction, that and giving Harry the Royalty's for using his name without permission."

"How did you know she was muggle born?" Asked the teddy bear 

"That's a good question teddy" he mumbled something like 'my name isn't teddy...' but I am sure I imagined it. "She said her parents were dentist. There are no dentist in the wizarding world, as I am sure you and Ron know since I am positive you never heard of them before. So that means she is either muggle born or raised. Oddly enough there is an eye doctor in the wizarding world but they MAKE magic eyes instead of fixing eye sight. Anyway it isn't that there is anything wrong with muggle raised. I am technically a pureblood but I am muggle raised"

"Wait how can you technically be a pureblood?" Asked Ron. Teddy and Granger seem interested in this too. "A pureblood is defined as someone who has two sets of wizarding grandparents. I have that but my mother is a squib. So I am technically a pureblood but the supremacist won't look at it that way since a squib isn't a true wizard in their eyes" Ron looks like he doesn't understand but they all nod anyway.

The door gets pushed open again, seriously does anyone on this blasted train know how to knock?! Now in the doorway stood a blonde boy, I am sure we saw him when getting our robes, and two trolls er I mean bulky lads.

"So it's true. Harry Potter is on the train" I glance over to Harry and I see part of his scar is uncovered. "I'm Malfoy, Draco Malfoy" I smirk slightly. Ron chuckles a bit and Hermoine giggles. I suspect she, like myself, finds it funny he introduced himself like James Bond. "Oh you think my names funny do you" he looks at Ron "No need to tell who you are. Red Hair, Freckles, hand me down robes. You must be a Weasley. I'm surprised to see you could even afford to be here." Ok so the blonde ponce just insulted someone for not having money strike one.

"And you. I don't recognize you so you must be a mudblood!" Ron and Neville gasp. I arc my brow up as my fist clench a bit. Strike two. I may not like the bookworm but that is no reason to call her a such a name. He then turns to Neville "Hmph Neville Longbottom. I am surprised to see you here as well since you are practically a squib" Strike three

"Draco dear, yes I am talking, I'm Alexander Anderson Prince. I would say it is nice to meet you but frankly you have left the absolute worst impression I could possibly imagine" Draco opens his mouth to say something "Shut up. Now how about you and your two gargoyles leave before I kick your ass" Hermoine seems to finally catch onto my name and gasp, though maybe from my language.

"How dare you! Do you know who my father is?!"

I roll my eyes "I don't give a damn if your father is the Minister of Magic. Now leave."

"Crabbe Goyle" Draco says backing up slightly as his two gargoyles come in. One reaches towards Hermoine, though I have no idea why, and the other charges straight at me. 

Welp looks like ass kickings are due. As Goyle comes close I press my palms down on the chair to balance and then quickly my leg raises nailing him right in the nose. I then push myself off the bench and slam my fist straight into the gargoyles nose causing him to falter back and stumble into Crabbe. Walking forward I grab the two behemoths by the ear and drag them out the compartment where a shocked and scared Malfoy is. I look back "I'll be right back" I use wandless magic to close the door.

I throw the two trolls to the side and I approach malfoy grabbing him by the neck I bring my mouth near his ear "Listen here Malfoy. No shut up just listen. You bring up your father a lot but let me tell you this. We are on a train going over 55 miles an hour. If I wear to toss you out the window you would be dead and your daddy could not do anything to save you. They might not even find your body for weeks because most wizards would think you were kidnapped or hidden on the train rather than thrown out the window. Now I don't really care what you do so long as you do it away from me and Harry. So you go about your own business being a little crybaby daddies boy and leave me and my brother alone. I dare you to tell daddy dearest but if I ever" I tighten my grip on his throat "Hear you messed with my brother or had someone mess with him then they will never find your body. I'm not scared of you or your daddy Malfoy. So watch your step" I then release his throat and I smile, as if I didn't just threaten his pathetic life, and I head back into my compartment.

"That was bloody brilliant!" Ron exclaimed loudly. Neville nods his head in agreement and Harry smiles proudly.

"No that was stupid. Picking a fight on the train could get him in trouble or worse, expelled" Bookworm huffs. I shrug and head back to my sit. After a few seconds she began to speak again "Are you really Alexander Prince? Like the genius prodigy Alexander Prince?"

"Yes." I nod my head as I bite into a chocolate frog.

"But you said you are Harry Potters brother"

I nod again "Half Brothers. James got drunk after a successful raid and ended up shagging my mom. Nine months later I popped out. I am four days older than Harry."

"Why do you call your dad James?" Asked the teddy bear

"Well I never really knew him. It has always been just me and my mother so it doesn't really feel like I have a dad at all. My mother was the one who raised me not James Potter. I mean I am not saying he wasn't a good dad. From the stories my mom told me he was very affectionate and loved me very much just like he loved Harry but still I was a baby. I don't remember a time where I was with him and my mom only has the one picture of him. "

"I never really knew my dad either. He isn't d-dead or anything just um... He is at St. Mungos. I can visit him but he isn't really all there..." Neville says looking down at his hands.  

I pull him over so his head is on my lap and I stroke his head "It's ok teddy."

Neville feels embarrassed but he also finds the stroking relaxing so he doesn't move "Don't mind him Neville. Alex does the same thing when I am feeling depressed or sad." Harry spoke up then puts headphones into the jack of the cd player

"You know electronics don't work around magic don't you?" Book worm says

"That is true and false. Electronics can't be around a certain level of magic. This is a prototype from the Japanese Magical community. It's a cd player that mixes magic and technology together so it works even in heavily magical areas like Diagon Alley. The company, Toys of Raijin, is actually building a building in Hogsmeade this year." I inform miss 'I know more than you do'

"Alex talked them into it. They gave him 10% shares since he contributes to their ideas and is helping them set up shop in England. Plus he will be the manager of the England Branches in Hogsmeade and Diagon Alley, or rather mum will be until Alex is 15."

"Yep I talked them into making calculators for arithmancy. I figure that years 3 and above will go crazy over them."

"Wait are you telling me that you work with a company that makes electronics work with or around magic" Asked book worm

"Yea. They also have a business deal with Viper Technologies now. My mum provides them with tech that they try to make work around magic or with magic. They seem to really want computers, cell phones, and game consoles to work. In fact" I look at Harry "They said the Gameboy should be available around Christmas right Harry?"

Harry thinks a bit then nods "Yea I am sure you mentioned that to me once. I can't wait, it is a shame we couldn't bring our games with us." I chuckle slightly. I turned my brother into a gamer. I am so proud.

"What is a game boy?" asked Ron.

"A game boy is a hand held game console." Oh yea wizard duh "It is a device you hold in your hand with the buttons you control the character on the screen to do actions such as jump, fight, etc. It is rather fun. I myself enjoy the Legend of Zelda and Double Dragon." nope the two still look confused as hell "I'll show you when I get the prototypes. It should be around December but they are having difficulty with making both the system and game cartridges work without having them counteract each other."

I look out the window "Oh we are almost there. Probably should put on our robes. So Teddy and Bookworm you should go get your stuff." Bookworm huffs again but they both leave.

We finally stop and began to exit "First Years First years over here come along now" Ah Hagrid is guiding else. He waves at me and Harry, or probably just Harry. "Over here now. Four to a boat." Me, Harry, Teddy and for some reason the red head all get into one boat together. "Watch yer heads now" Does Hagrid know that he is like 9 feet tall thus about 4 feet bigger than a bunch of kids in boats?

We go up some stairs and before these great big doors stood Professor McGonagall the woman who responded to my mothers letter and brought Uncle Snape with her.

"The start of term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your houses. The Sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your house will be something like your family within Hogwarts. You will have classes with the rest of your house, sleep in your house dormitory and spend free time in your house common room."

"The four houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin. Each house has its own noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn your house points, while any rule-breaking will lose house points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the House Cup, a great honor. I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever house becomes yours."

"The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school. I suggest you all smarten yourselves up as much as you can while you are waiting."

{Last three paragraphs were an excerpt from J.K. Rowlings Harry Potter and the Philosophers Stone.}

Alexander Prince is known as many things. Genius, Prodigy, Fighter, Demon and now one more is added to that list, Wizard. With friends in High Places and more in low how will the Uncrowned Prince change the wizarding world and are they ready? Also why is his new Half Brother so famous in this world?

The writing gets better at chapter 10.

[I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER]

Nor do I own the picture. Here is a link to the source that I found the image on all credit to the artist who made it none to me. Alexanders Hair is supposed to be black but I can't find a black haired Vergil anywhere and I can't draw or edit to save my life so yea...

https://www.zerochan.net/1506148

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.

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