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

https://www.webnovel.com/book/14255426405774505/Reborn-in-Harry-Potter

Made a bonus chap to congratulate everyone and wish everyone a Merry Christmas. Already sent the chap to editor and in case editor will be unable to edit it today, I will upload unedited version later today(in 7-8 hours). Anyway, once more congrats with Christmas. Come to discord and give your ideas and opinions or just for a chat. Link in the previous chap comments.
Also got a review and it was an honest review, so no problems there. But there was one point I have to clarify for all readers. The person said this :
"...  This isn't a Harry Potter fanfic because it definitely wasn't written by a fan. Just a guy who wants Potter fandom when really it's to push his ideas of 'order' and multiverses which he himself said he'd written about years ago... when I saw that I realized this isn't the novel I was looking for." 
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I didn't do it for Potter fandom. And yes I am not a fan and I don't like Potterian and overall the Universe, because this Universe has no rules whatsoever, and gives zero explanation to anything. It's clearly visible from the fact that majority of people still think that Harry didn't die because he had all three artifacts of death or whatnot. 
;) 
This however doesn't mean that Universe or books are shit, it just means that I don't really like this type of read. Either don't explain a thing like it was done in works of Rick Riordan(not even gods know how the heck mist works... srsly...? ;) ) or go for in-depth explanation like in Patrick Rothfuss's works(although even he is confusing sometimes, but hey... a lot of things in terms of magic were explained very well... for me at least :D ). But as I said, that's just my preference. 
This novel was made for contest and the contest was about Harry Potter fanfic, so the fact that I am writing in this Universe is due to a collection of circumstances))) 
Of course, some people will be unconvinced and ask why I started specifically in this contest if I wasn't a fan ahahaha, but who cares?  
This book is the first actual serious writing work for me and it will remain so. Therefore, I will continue writing it and finish it, as long as there is at least one reader appreciating this work.

Seems like the time has come for another party to begin. Let's hope this one will be a success. World - Potterian. Person - random.
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Met truck-kun. Obviously died. Nobody survives after fateful meeting with him.
Afterwards, I was reborn in the different world with the system from my favorite game! However, there was a catch - I had negligible amount of knowledge about this universe. 
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I open my eyes and see [You were caught during unauthorized entrance into a magic academy!] 
"Oh cmon... System, do you really need do this every time? Now... what will I do?" 
[Pick a race]
"..."

                                                                   Hurdles
 
Harry finally regaining his consciousness, welcomed by an unfamiliar roof, a weird sense of Déjà vu came but remembering what happened he turned to the side, a goblin stepped into the room walked towards him "Mr Potter it's good to see you up, you've been asleep for a while now". Harry groggily sat up "what time is it?" he asks as it's hard to tell in the underground rooms of Gringotts. "It's currently 8:30 pm, after you've eaten the food prepared, I'll lead you to your account manager".
 
 A meal and short walk later he was back in AM Griphooks office, "Welcome back Mr. Potter, you look like you've had better days" his voice laced with a hint of sarcasm " anyways I believe you've got the location of the Potters properties" too tired to care he crashed into the chair in front of the desk. If Griphook was annoyed, he didn't show.
 
 Griphook observing Harry before replying "yes Mr Potter I have it prepared for you", Harry looking through the list glanced at Griphook "there are houses in various locations, but how come there are no businesses in my portfolio? Surely with a house like mine there should have been quite a few". Griphook shakes his head "Mr Potter during the last war your parents liquidated and basically sold off all shares in order to fund their side of the war efforts, what's left in your account is the remainder of what they had and sizeable donations from sympathisers and well-wishers for your defeat of the Dark Lord".
 
"During our investigation of your transitions, the money taken out of your vaults were being transferred to one Petunia Dursley for your upbringing. Normally only the owner of a vault has any say in where their money should go however the Ministry agreed to a ruling that allows funds to be allocated to your next guardian, seeing as all your elected guardians were indisposed."
 
 "if possible help me open up a Muggle account and transfer most of what's in my trust vault to it". With a nod Griphook replied "I'll be done Mr Potter"
 
 "I guess that'll be all, till next time AM Griphook" With a brief admission they parted ways, Griphook musing as he quietly mused "farewell Mr Potter, it'll be interesting for Albus Dumbledore to discover he's no longer your Magical Guardian due to his negligence", Harrys was surprised by this as he barely caught what was said, he turned around to Griphook.
 Seeing his reaction he responded "Mr Potter the Wizards may be backwards but they're not that backwards, there are laws when it comes to things like this. From what's been discovered, he has failed in his responsibilities. However, we'll have to find one suitable, I'll compile a list of former Potters allies and send you a list to review and decide on."
 
 ["Well this certainly makes things interesting"] with a final nod, he exits the office. With his business at Gringotts concluded he exited to the sparsely occupied streets of Diagon Alley as it was passed closing time for most shops. Getting out of the by tailing a wizard towards the Leaky Cauldon he called Twinky, looking at the address he received from Griphook they were gone from the city of London.
 
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Potters Manor
 
 Arriving at the location, the first thig Harry noticed was the dilapidated looking pathway leading up to a rusty metal gate with the Potters crest in the middle. Behind the gate a grandiose mansion could be seen, however it was clear it hasn't been looked after in a long time. "Home sweet home" as soon as he approached the property he felt his energy react to the gate, as if being judged a foreign energy from the gate washed through him, an instinctive feeling of being welcomed settled and the gates opened up.
 
 Exploring the mansion, he was greeted by different portraits of Potters, he even managed to find his grandfathers, one Charles Potter but no Lilly or James Potter were to be found. Having enough of exploring he called his house-elves "I want the both of you to clean this place up, also stock up on food and prepare my dinner, I'll be in the library" turning away he was directed by the portraits towards it.
 
 Arriving at his destination he saw a large wooden door that opened as he approached, beyond the door were rows upon rows of bookcases lined up, letting out a whistle he gazed at the collections old tomes and books "generations after generations of knowledge gathered, don't mind if I do". Approaching the first book ''le plus sage des sages… Come on! Why's it in French? Don't tell me that a lot of these aren't in English."
 
 Hoping his thoughts would be proven wrong he looked at the other books on the shelves going from one bookcase to the other, after 5 minutes of searching he crashed down onto the floor. "Why?! At least half of these books aren't in English, some are in languages I don't even recognise! And here I thought I'd be easy." A few more disgruntled murmuring could be heard as he thought about how unfair it was, letting out a sigh after his rant he sat up 'might as well collect all of them into my library.
 
 Unfortunately, he didn't have the ability to scan books with his senses yet, so began the process of picking up each individual book by hand flipping through pages before it copied to the library.
 
"Ouch!" Retracting his hands from a book he looked at his fingers, they were shallow cuts and a bit of blood could be seen "why do they put curses on their books?!" Now having discovered another quirk of wizards he had to re-evaluate his approach "it feels like something out there doesn't want me to have it easy" With a sigh he shook his head.
  However, he thought of something "Tuny!" With a pop the house elf appeared by his side "Yes Master Harry?" Large eager eyes bore into him as he shivered slightly ["still need to get used to them"] "From now on call me Hadrian also, can you sense if any of these books have curses on them, if you can bring the ones without any curses to me" "Yes Master Hadrian I can do that", so began the long process of scanning every book that was brought to him, this lasted into the night only pausing for something to eat.
 
 Soon enough he had about 60% of the library scanned into the LOHP however a majority of those were in different languages. "Looks like I'll have to add traveling into my plans, not that I wasn't going to anyway"
 
 Realising it was approaching morning he left to the master bedroom which was fully cleaned by the elves, thinking of how he'll have to learn a lot of languages he shook his head "I'll need to get my occlumency in shape for this to be easier."
 

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.

Characters that are mentioned that are derived from the original book/movie series are intellectual properties of J. K. Rowling. This book is an adaptation of the original Harry Potter world, all chapters will be released to the general public, Patrons receive earlier access to the chapters.

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Sickness is a terrible thing. For years, Daniel lived a life of pain and suffering that would have broken a lesser man. Hopelessness, fear, and death surrounded him for as long as he could remember. Despite his tragic circumstances, he strived to live a life filled with hope and freedom, where he could die on his own terms. When one door closes, another one opens.

Legally,  I need to cover myself by mentioning I do not own Harry Potter and all trademarks belong to the author, J. K. Rowling.

Currently undergoing rewrite. 

Cover art does not belong to me.

Not my novel all praises and credit goes to original author 'tkepner' only uploading it here to listen the audiobooks while working long crappy hours 

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/11913447/1/Amalgum-Lockhart-s-Folly

After the Orphanage was up and running he got working on the Magical Primary school.

Similar to the process for the orphanage this time he searched for witches and wizards teaching in his required subjects. But boy was he shocked when he found out the number of Witches and Wizards working as teachers thus he eliminated them by subject, teaching-skill, certification, Connection with children, etc.

Finally, he found all the teachers he found different teachers for 5-8 and 8-11. He also divided subjects which should be taught at which age and wrote textbooks for all the subjects. The subjects which were to be taught were as follows

Core Subjects:

Traditions, Customs, and Etiquette(5-11)

Magical Theory(8-11)

Magical and Non-Magical Animals(5-8)

Geography(5-8)

Mathematics(5-11)

History(5-11)

Calligraphy(5-Until Proficiency)

Human Biology(5-8)

Occlumency(8-11)

Camping and Survival training(Yearly)

Optional Subjects:

Science(5-11)

Art and Design(5-11)

Computing(Future)(8-11)

Music(5-11)

Fencing / Swordfighting(8-11)

Horse Riding(8-11)

He even combined modern writing and older cursive style to create a much neater and easier cursive style for writing and mastering. He also made the school provide education for A-levels in the Non-magical World until he made Hogwarts pick up its slack. He had plans for Hogwarts as far as revamping the educational system. As well as setting up a University level education in Hogwarts.

While he was setting up and writing books for the Magical Primary school, The most controversial trial was being held in the Wizengamot. Sirius Black had been deemed innocent, under questioning in veritaserum and Peter Pettigrew was found.

Sirius Black was seen leaving with the Longbottoms. After Sirius had reached home, Harold told the longbottoms that he would be taking Sirius to Potter Manor and immediately took his godfather to potter manor and then to the bathroom, where he showed him all the hygiene products, gave him his wand showed him his new hygiene spells and locked the door behind.

It was 1 hour later a much cleaner Sirius came out of the bath. It was honestly a testament to his living conditions when a simple bath had made him look much better. Without as much as giving a chance to speak, he then hurried Sirius to lie on the fit-bed.

Patient: Sirius Orion Black

Health Report:

High Malnutrition

Low Immunity

Low Water levels

Low Electrolyte levels

Massive dementor exposure

After reading this he immediately took a Starvers potion, a Mind Restorative Draught, an Immunity Building potion and shoved the potions down Sirius' throat. Then he called Jeeves and gave him the medical report to prepare meals for Sirius accordingly.

He then whispered to Jeeves that since he just took the starvers potion it was better to get a large number of foods Sirius dislikes first so that he can enjoy normal meals with everyone else.

By this time the effects of Mind restorative draught had worked its effects he slowly regained all his memories and occlumency shields till that night and he even remembered conversations with his dearest cousin in Azkaban.

Silent tears fell from his eyes as he remembered all his happy memories of his He asked: "What did you give me Harry and How do you know what to give me?"

Harold said as he gave the report from earlier to Sirius "I gave you a Starvers potion, a Mind Restorative Draught, an Immunity Building potion and the rest of it we will talk after we have something to eat."

Thus he leads his Godfather to the Dining Hall where the elves were continuously cooking and bringing lots and lots of food to the table. Harold noticed that mostly the foods were salads and greens of different natures.

But to his godfather, it was like a feast he immediately began munching the foods. Even Harold didn't think he could eat that many greens even with the starvers potion but thought that it was probably because he hadn't eaten them in so long.

He kept commenting "Is it just me or are salads tastier than 6 years ago." And kept on eating.

After 2 hours he finally seemed to have enough for him now. So after that, Harry took Sirius to his office with the computer. Immediately as they entered the office Harold had an excellent idea.

He sat Sirius down and computer parts and asked him to replicate these in his mindscape. After 45mins he successfully reproduced the computer in his mindscape. Harold then asked Sirius to allow him to enter his entered his own mindscape first and then create a storage device with functionality similar to a USB and then copied his A.I code into the device.

Thus Harold entered the mindscape of Sirius and began to look around. Most of the mindscape looked to be slowly repairing. When he finally found the computer in the mindscape he took out the storage device he brought and connected it to the computer.

The computer turned itself on and series of codes appeared to be flowing when finally the code was done 5 Sirius's shimmered into existence. Then immediately Harold came out and his Godfather was in deep sleep he put it into the code to make his godfather sleep immediately before the A.I's started their 'Spring Cleaning and repairing' of Sirius's mindscape. He also fed Sirius a Language crystal.

He had Jeeves put his Godfather in the Lord's bedroom. After that, he went back to Longbottoms manor for dinner and told them everything that happened and slept for the night.

Next morning when Harold went to Potter Manor he saw his godfather eating a Shawarma in one hand and the book he wrote for his Godfather on magical computing to better understand his A.I and the computer in the other.

He stood there and watch him go through six shawarmas before he finally finished reading the book and looked up he said happily, "Harry, Thanks for doing that for my Occlumency last night, I have never been clearer about my Life until now. The A.I made connections between my memories that I never saw before and gave me a new perspective of my life."

"So thanks for that. Now what happened to my Godson to become this intelligent and how was your life until now?" and so thus began the tale of Harold's journey thus far, this time he even told Sirius the existence of the library since no one other than himself currently has understanding enough on occlumency to take the knowledge from him. Then he told Sirius about the Horcruxes and also about Regulus's sacrifice.

He looked truly grief-stricken that he could have helped his brother. But eventually, after some counseling by Harry, he was able to get over it.

Sirius was currently in between apoplectic rage at Dumbledore and grief-stricken over his brother. But instead of rushing, he looked like he was waiting for something.

When Harold saw his patience to wait for to explain his plans he knew that Sirius really had a new perspective on life. Thus he told rather than attacking him now, they would slowly chip off his influence bit by bit and air out all his dirty the time they were done with him he would look like a Dark Lord in disguise. Even though Dumbledore had done a lot for the magical community, he had done more harm than good by his manipulations. Their first step was to get him removed from Chief Warlock and Supreme Mugwump posts.

After they were both done plotting of the MOB(Meddling Old Bastard), they moved on to lighter topics when Harold finished telling his plans for the magical world Sirius was practically beaming at his Godson.

After that the next few days Sirius was taking rest whereas Harold was typing up his new books. While talking to Sirius yesterday it came to his attention that there weren't any textbooks in the magical world and the average standard for witches and wizards completely depended on the standard of Hogwarts at their time of the study.

Thus he sat and wrote textbooks for all subjects he thought Hogwarts should have for all years. The subjects were Arithmancy, Astronomy, Care of Magical Creatures, Herbology, Charms, History of Magical world, Offensive and Defensive Magic, Transfiguration, Occulumency, Runes, Potions. He even made the books in color and had wizarding photographs for wands movements, creatures, etc for better understanding and visualization.

He even wrote an introductory book for First generation Witches and Wizards and recommended books to read so as to not offend someone. It even had tips and tricks like getting checked at, Magical Products that are not found in the non-magical world, etc.

Even Sirius took time to review his books as a way to brush up his knowledge and he even commented that his books were a lot easier to understand and had lots of information he would have probably love to have when he was in Hogwarts, he said he even had fun while reading.

Thus Harry found a reputable publishing house with worldwide connections to print and publish his books.

After seeing Sirius read his books with much interest Harold Offered Sirius tutoring over financial management and political maneuvering. Sirius rejected saying that he would like to learn on his own, so Harry sneakily gave him library versions of money management and politics to learn.

By this time Harold was getting bored so he took the idea of tutoring and instead of Sirius he offered it to Neville who happily agreed.

Since Neville had agreed and he was also a natural occlumens he made him repeat the process he had done with Sirius. This time Neville had a bit of a hard time since he had no understanding of runes but he had it done in 6 hours even though he was just copying,

After getting permission to enter the mindscape of Neville, Harry checked over Neville's work and noticed some mistakes after getting them fixed and having one last inspection he connected the data storage device. Just like with Sirius 5 Neville's shimmered into existence and Neville went asleep.

Harold watched as Neville fell asleep and asked one of the Longbottom elves to take him to bed.

After Neville woke up in time for supper he told that his mind was free of a lot of clutter and his thoughts were flowing freely. Thus I told him that I was going to start his primary education from tomorrow.

So after that, he started to teach Neville, with Neville's occlumency, his Heavens library teaching book and Neville's own determination to learn it was easy to teach Neville he was struggling a bit with computing and art, but with Harold teaching they were nothing more than Hiccups.

The longest thing that took to teach was calligraphy, But that was also learned easily, because after seeing Neville's struggle he had charmed a book so that it would show writing only if written correctly, and remove the ink if it is not acceptable and at end of the book it would show the time taken to complete the book. If the time taken each time was not shorter than previous times the amount of work would go up by two.

Thus Harold was able to get Neville Excellent writing in Two months. His record for the book was 4 hrs. Very good in Harolds Opinion, Harolds himself was 2hr 45min. Seeing the success of the book he gave Scrivenshafts the idea that the Book was recommended with the Pen.

So during 3-month tutoring of Neville, Neville was already at high school level at many subjects and he had been parallelly doing the Fit-bed routine and he was already in tip-top shape.

Since he was Physically fit, He taught Neville fencing and ancient sword fighting he took more to sword fighting than fencing but he was very good at both. He was so good in fact sometimes was even giving Harold a run for his money.

During this time he showed Neville along with the muggle world and even took him to some movies like Star Wars, he liked it very much so Harold took some tube light sabers charmed them to be unbreakable, work without battery and sting whenever hit by it and used it in fencing practice.

Were playing along and unknowingly or knowingly Neville was using 'the force' in their battles. During the whole time he was tutoring Neville he could see Augusta approval in her face but she never congratulated Neville or praised him, so one day when she was not busy he asked for her time and counseled her and then made her create the barrier between 'Dowager Longbottom' and 'Gran'.

A guy is reborn just after finding the best cultivating method in the world. Fail

Transfiguration one of the classes that we share with the Gryffindors. As I entered I see a cat sitting on the table and I grin. Leaning over towards it I whisper "Good morning professor" then I walk off of course I took the chance to sit next to my brother. 

Ron barged into the room with a boy, I think his name was Seamus. "We got lucky Looks like McGonagall is late too." said Ron but then the cat jumped from the table and changed to McGonagall mid air and then stepped up to the boys "Maybe Mr. Weasley I should change you both into pocket watches then maybe one of you will be on time."

"W-we got lost" mumbles seamus

"Then perhaps a map. I trust you won't need one to find your seats" You know a map is actually a good idea. A lot of first years, I have noticed, have no idea where they are going in this castle. Maybe I could make a spell that creates a pulse of magic like sonar and then-

"Now today you wil be learning to turn matches into needles" Welp my thought process got cut off. We are all handled a small box of match sticks. I just tap the match with my finger and watch it change. Then I tap the box causing the rest of the matches in the box to change. But I see harry only managed to turn the match into metal with his wand.

"Try to visualize the change in your mind and don't forget what I told you about intent. Will it to change." Harry nods and does as I say and bam new needle. Seeing her has a handle of it I stand up 

"Mr. Prince why are you leaving your seat?"

"I already transfigured my match professor. I thought I could help some others since I am finished." She walks over and sees one perfect needles and a box of needles, as the box was open.

"I see. 5 points to Slytherin and I will award you another 2 points for any you can help make a needle before class ends."

"Ah professor he already helped me with my matches." She looks over at Harry "Very well 2 points to Slytherin and 2 to Gryffindor for being the first to transfigure your match Mr. Potter."

I proceed to help Daphne, Tracey, Blaise, and Theo with theirs earning SLytherin 8 more points. Then I head over to Teddy who is partnered with Ron. I watch the two try and transfigure the match "Are your wands matched to you properly"

"What do you mean" Snapped ron. He is a bit hostile since I am a slytherin

"I mean  your wands don't seem to be working well for you." I think rons has a bit of unicorn hair sticking out

"M-my wand belonged to my dad" says Neville, the big ol teddy bear he is.

"Who told you to use your dads wand?"

"My gran. She says that I should use it to honor him a-and be a great wizard like him"

"Okay did your Gran get her wand at Olivanders?" Teddy nods "Well then she should know that the wand chooses the wizard. I mean Olivander does say that to all his costumers. So just because it is your dads wand doesn't mean it will work for you." Ron grumbles something "Yes Ron?"

"I got my brother Charlies old wand..."

"Well you both need new ones then or else your spells will never be as powerful as they could be but for now" I began to instruct them like I did the others. It took them a while longer but by the end of class, quite literally seconds before the class ended for ron, both of them managed to get a needle thus earning Slytherin 4 more points. The Book Worm also managed to make a needle even without my help.

Herbology was an interesting class, if you like working with dirt. Teddy seems to be in his element in this class even Harry doesn't need my help here, then again he worked on his torturers- I mean aunt's garden for years so he picked up a thing or two I guess. It was kinda cool seeing a Snap Dragon that actually tried to bite you.

Charms was rather boring. We didn't use any spells only learning wand motions instead. I like Flitwick though. He seems very jovial.

Wednesday the Twins managed to remove the papers from their robes. On Thursday they got me back with something that made me only speak in Sonnets but that didn't bother me instead I used my new found poetical prowess to flirt with that Cute Pink Puff. I think she is warming up to me.

Friday I returned a prank to the twins, I keep using muggle pranks on them which makes it funner. I connected their pants with a set of whoopee cushions that would inflate and deflate themselves at random periods. So people would think the twins were passing gas all day, I also hid the whoopee cushions so they can't cancel the magic by destroying them (I stuck them under the Gryffindor table with a sticky charm).

My plan is working too. Because I hang out with Gryffindors at lunch and dinner the Gryffindors have warmed up to me. We even have a puff named Susan Bones sitting at our table now. Her Aunt is the head of the DMLE I am told. Also Lee Jordan, one of Martha- I mean Fred and Georges friends. 

The Slytherins are doing their job as some of them will sneer at me, sometimes lightly bump me, and make remarks about me being friends with Gryffindors is making the other three houses warm up to me quicker. What everyone else sees is a friendly and helpful Slytherin who loves his brother and can take a joke who is also shunned by members of his own house for the very same reasons.

I also noticed that muggle borns know very little of wizarding culture and traditions and likewise purebloods and most half bloods know little of the muggle world. I'm thinking of petitioning a study group to rectify these issues. Also I managed to get my four slytherin friends into muggle music all four told me they want a music player.

After breakfast, and seeing my prank worked, we had double potions with Gryffindor. I switch spots with Harry so he sits with Blaise and I am sitting next to Teddy. I offered this because Teddy seems super nervous and he is also afraid of Snape. I don't want him to get blown up. Blaise doesn't mind since we eat lunches and dinners together. Theo is already good at potions, so he tells us. Daphne and Tracy always work together.

Potions class took place down in one of the dungeons. It is colder here than the rest of the castle and is quite creepy with the pickled animals floating in glass jars all around the walls. Snape started the class by taking the roll call though he paused at Harry's name.
"Ah yes," he said softly "Harry Potter. Our new... celebrity."

Snape finished calling the names and looked up at the class. "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, after all no one wants to get on Snapes bad side by not paying attention. "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."

"Potter! What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" He says looking at Harry

"A powerful sleeping potion known as Draught of Living Death, sir"

"It seems you opened a book before coming here" I can only roll my eyes. Him and aunt Irma would come over to the house sometimes to teach us about potions so of course he knew Harry knew that.

"Mr. Prince where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoer"

"Probably in your potions cabinet or the Apothecary down in Diagon Alley." Snape glared at me "But a bezoer can also be found in a variety of creatures but the best and most commonly found are ones found in the stomach of a goat as the bezoer is too small to be of use when found in other creatures."

"Very good Mr. Prince. 5 points to slytherin" I can hear some of the Gryffindors mumble about biased treatment.

"That's not fair! Harry answered his question right but didn't get any points" Ron said loudly.

"5 points from Gryffindor for shouting at a teacher. Tell me Weasley what is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?"

Ron shifts in his seat "I-i don't know. I think Hermoine knows though" Book worm was practically standing with her hand raised.

"Sit down" Snape tells her sternly "Draco answer the question I gave Mr. Weasley"

"They are the same plant sir. Also known as aconite" He said smugly.

"5 points to Slytherin. Well why aren't you all writing this down" He says to the class who immediately began writing down the questions and answers from the 'pop quiz'

"Today we will be brewing a cure for boils. Instructions are on the board make sure to follow them."

After adding the horn slugs I had to grab Teddy's wrist "Not yet" He was about to add the porcupine quills. I carefully move the cauldron from the fire "Now add them. Good now stir five times clockwise but be gentle about it, not too fast." I nod then I wave my wand over the mixture and pink fumes began to rise from the cauldron.

"Very good Mr. Prince. 5 points for helping another from making a mistake." He has yet to give even a single point to Gryffindor. Then again I don't think he ever gives points to Gryffindors. Other than Ron and Seamus who got a zero for the day, their potion started to fume out purple smoke halfway through, everyone else did well. As we were leaving I heard Snape whisper 5 points to gryffindor. My guess is he is secretly giving them to Harry.

"A-alex." Teddy began as we left potions "Thank you for your help and um the advice on Trevor. He hasn't tried to escape since I mad that habitat for him"

"Now problem teddy bear" Teddy sighs it seems he is resigned to the name now "You can help me out on herbology sometime, you seem to be a prodigy with plants" Teddy's face turns slightly red. "By the way I am having a review in the library tomorrow." I inform Harry and Teddy "I will be discussing some things that happened during the week and we can talk about our classes. So invite your friends or people who may be interested. But make sure to tell Gred and Forge, they are older and can probably help us out." I tap my chin "But let them know the prank war will be on hold during the time."

My group of Slytherin Friends catch up "Break Room?" The four nod

"W-what break room?" Asked Teddy

"Well me and these four took over an empty room and made it into a break room so we didn't have to return to the common room during breaks. Want to join us?" I asked Harry and Teddy

"Sure. We are free til Lunch anyway" Harry immediately agrees and Teddy decides to join along as well since he doesn't have anyone else he talks to in Gryffindor.

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

Summary – Eleven Years. For eleven years he did everything he could to break the curse that bound him to life. The Veil was the only way to rid him of the nightmares. It worked. But Harry hadn't planned to wake up in a land of no magic. And now he was sitting beside a kid who was telling him that his whole town was magical? Well, how could he say no to that?! Smart Harry! Wizard harry! Doctor Harry! MOD Harry! Harry X Emma & Prince Charming X Snow White.

Disclaimer – This is a work of purely speculative fiction. It is not intended to infringe on any rights by and of the companies and/or individuals involved in the production of any series mentioned here. The characters involved are the intellectual property of their respective authors/creators except for the ones that are listed as an OC, which are mine.

A/N – 1. Some of the characters from Once upon a time would be different in how they are and react. For example, Regina will be a bit crueller and more wicked in her plans. And make no mistake, she will be the villain of this story, not the misunderstood character who lashes out because of her past hurts.

That is all. Enjoy the chapter.

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There was an enchanted forest filled with all the classic characters we know.
Or think we know.
One day they found themselves trapped in a place where all their happy endings were stolen.
Our world.
But someone else found his way there as well… A wizard.

This is their story...
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Harry sighed as the rotund man finally stood up from his seat as his stop arrived. After a ten-hour shift at the hospital, finally having a seat to his ride home felt like a godsend. It had been a rather difficult day too. Having thirteen code blues in his ER in a span of two hours and then requiring to do an emergency Coronary artery bypass on a woman with a piece of nail file jutting out of her airway had not made it easy to hang onto the grab rail with one arm the whole way to his stop.

Tired, he slumped onto the seat the man had just vacated with a muffled groan. Straightening up for a moment to pop his back, his green eyes caught sight of his fellow passenger sitting beside him looking out the window.

It was a kid.

Frowning, he looked at the back seat and saw two sulking teenagers looking forlornly at the empty condom dispenser beside the exit door listening to music that even with their earphones, was still very much audible. Shaking his head in mild amusement, he turned to his side and saw a rather amorous couple busying themselves in an attempt to count each other's teeth with their tongues.

Cringing a bit at the languid display of affection, he stopped his search. Nobody in his general vicinity looked like they were here with a kid, if he discounted a creepy looking old man who gave him an equally creepy smile when he saw him looking his way, which he did.

Harry finally shrugged. There probably was someone who had brought the kid with them. There probably hadn't been enough space to sit together. This route that most buses took usually went through Atlantic Avenue and Devonshire street and both were known to house working folks and most office buildings in Boston. Even the hospital he worked at, Massachusetts General, was smack dab in the middle of it too. So for most of the working class, the bus was the best way to get there.

Leaving the issue at that, Harry took a relaxing breath. He already had quite a few things on his mind tonight without adding another minor mystery to the list.

Tonight marked the four year anniversary of his arrival.

A day that brought mixed feelings in him whenever he thought about it.

Like clockwork, every year on October 22, his dreams returned to the place he had left behind.

He wasn't particularly looking forward to sleep in his bed tonight. There was no doubt in his mind that their faces would return in his dreams. Calling him back.

And despite how much he missed his world, missed what few friends he had left, he had made peace with the fact that he would never be able to return back to the Wizarding world. There was nothing left for him to go back to. After the war, despite everything returning to how it had been, the one thing that mattered to him the most, the magic that had brought him back, it was as though, it was lost to him in that place.

He remembered his monotonous life and the struggles that had followed the years after Voldemort's defeat.

It had been constricting. Like he was being suffocated, slowly…painfully.

And so he had decided to leave. Hoping that the next great adventure would take him to his loved ones who waited for him on the other side.

It had seemed like a good idea then. Take a plunge to the Veil of Death. Hear the whispering voices. Find among them the one voice that he remembered distinctly well.

The soft murmur of his name on her lips. The love with which she called him to her.

'Harry…'

He could never the time he had heard her whisper his name in the Forbidden Forest when he had called her shade and his father's and others who had died before their time.

The memory of her, floating above the dry grass, looking at him with only love in her green eyes, stretching her hand to touch him even though she knew she couldn't…it had done much to erase the past choes of her screaming and pleading voice as she bargained for his life with a monster.

But when he had taken the plunge, all he had felt was darkness and echoing silence that would have driven him mad had the veil not spat him out on to the lonely streets of Dorchester.

It had been a long ride since, one that had involved shocking revelations of learning that this world had no magic in it whatsoever. And more so upon discovering that yes, even his magical core, large though it was, would one day run out of gas – so to speak – with no way for it to gain more magic.

It had taken some time for that realisation to set in.

And then after six months of moping around and fending for himself, he had decided to do something that he knew he was good at.

Helping people.

Having had completed his training, that of a Journeyman Healer just before coming here, he knew that despite the lack of potions and other tools, all he needed to heal people was a willingness to learn how to. And he had that in spades.

Two years shadowing a brilliant but lesser-known surgeon in the small clinic in Boston streets as his intern and a whole lot of studying with judicious use of his occlumency and he was prepared.

Getting a degree and medical license for practising medicine, albeit with more than a little prevarication of details to the relevant parties and a little magical help, had been somewhat hard, but he had thoroughly embedded himself within the system. Though it had taken him more than a week to understand which system he should be embedded in the first place.

Finally, two years after his arrival, one Harry James Potter had found himself with a job as an ER specialist in Boston General, healing people, one at a time.

And if he was being honest with himself, he liked the freedom this new world gave him.

Here, he wasn't the chosen one, or the boy-who-lived, or even the man-who-conquered. Here the only expectation of him was to do the best he could to save the people that came through his ER and give them a new life.

He liked the fact that he could be anonymous here. Well, as much as he could be given the muggles and their tendencies to peel off one's anonymity just to satisfy their curiosity.

He had lost count how many times he'd had to confound people whom he had saved using what little magic he could use because instead of thanking him, they had decided to sue him for doing the voodoo shit on them.

But that was life. Dealing. Sometimes dealing with stupidity.

But the point was that here, he was simply Harry. Or rather Doctor Harry Potter.

Harry closed his eyes having had enough of the repetitive thoughts that cropped up every year.

A shuffling noise gained his attention as he saw the kid beside him was attempting to turn a page of his rather large book using what little space he had.

"Here," Harry said sliding a little to give the kid a little more space to read properly.

"Thanks," the boy replied smiling.

It was an odd happy smile too, one that Harry hadn't seen much of today and that made his own lips tug upwards, even if a little.

"What book are you reading?" he asked, genuinely curious seeing such a large thing in his little hands.

"This…it's more than just a book." The boy replied, his smile dimming a bit.

"Oh?" he arched a brow. "How so?"

The boy paused, thinking for a moment as he looked at him with his hazel eyes before he returned to his reading without saying another word.

Harry shook his head ruefully at the boy's precociousness. "A'right little man. Keep your secrets." He said with a chuckle and closed his eyes, resting them a bit.

It was after six more stops had passed and the bus was almost empty, did Harry's eyes opened. His stop was next and there were only two more ladies left in the bus beside him and the kid, a girl listening to the iPod on her wrist and an older lady who was looked his way and smiled politely.

Frowning again, he looked at the kid. "Your grandma?" he asked, discreetly pointing at the older woman.

The boy looked up from his book and turned to see where he was pointing before he shook his head. "No," he said simply.

Harry blinked at the short reply. The kid was being evasive on purpose. But if the older lady wasn't with him and it didn't really look like the other girl was either, then the boy was travelling by himself.

How very odd. Not to mention dangerous.

Harry had seen first hand how cruel, Boston's streets could be. There was a knife fight in every street and most people who had worse done to them than a simple stab to the gut ended up in his ER.

Harry had no wish to see the kid anywhere near his workplace as his work.

With some seriousness to his tone, he decided to nudge the kid to give up some info. "So you're travelling by yourself?"

"Yes," the boy replied without even looking away from his book.

"A bit dangerous, isn't it?"

"I have to go see my…someone," the boy replied, tripping over some words in an obvious attempt to be evasive.

"That's all fine and good, little man, but at this time of the night? Important business?" he probed, little worry starting to tinge his tone.

The boy finally turned to look at Harry and looked him straight in the eye. "Look, I have to do this. And tonight might be the best chance I get. So, please don't try to stop me. It's…It's important." The boy lowered his head back to his book and muttered something that caught Harry's interest. "Many lives depend on it."

That piqued Harry's interest.

The boy seemed smart enough. He had the look of someone who had seen a bit much that someone his age probably should have. Not necessarily bad, but certainly something that had made him grow up a little faster than necessary.

Harry was somewhat happy and a little sad that he could see a small part of himself in the boy.

Headstrong. Defiant. And yet, just doing the right thing.

"Alright. I won't stop you." Harry said with sincerity. "Only…" he paused gaining the boy's attention, "…if you tell me the truth about why you're here alone. Deal?" he asked lifting his hand for a shake.

The boy looked at him with a small frown and a crease on his small forehead, blinking. A while passed before the boy agreed and nodded. "Deal," he said and then continued in a slightly higher voice, "but only if you don't call me a liar. I don't like being called that." He scowled, possibly remembering something from his past.

"I can do that," Harry replied agreeably and nudged his shoulder with the boy.

The boy looked at him once more before he nodded and shook his hand.

"My name's Harry," he introduced.

"Henry," the boy replied, "Henry Mills…"

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