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

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

william corvus dies and reincarnates with the magical system to help leads him to become the strongest magician

Luna's POV

Luna was truly happy she got such a friend like Harry, he was just like her with his passion about magic, in fact he told her the day before that he thinks that while Hogwarts was the founders greatest gift to the magical kind, it was also their greatest curse, as while they made sure knowledge won't be lost, and that everyone have education, they also made sure that the magical people would have almost no ambition at exploring the limits of magic as that think after finishing school they know almost everything there is to know about a subject and if they go become a master in a subject, the best they do is create new things which are based on old things, without innovation.
He then proceeded to tell her about all the amazing things muggles accomplished in the last three hundred years, which brought her to do what she is doing right now.
Finish her homework quickly before Harry returns from wherever he has gone to, as he brings her muggle books about animals, math and Science.

Draco's POV 

As he walked into the classroom with his new student, Draco still was thinking if his godfather is trying to punish him or reward him by giving him the job of teaching Potter.
On one hand, he has to spend two hours every weekend with Potter in the potions classroom instead of training to beat him as the new seeker of the Slytherin team. Yet, as his godfather has promised to give him one private lesson a month as long as Potter's grades in potions get better, he agreed.
"What are you doing here?!"
As Potter's yell brought him out of his musing, a small smile was forming on his lips as he remembered his godfather told him he can take 30 points a lesson from the Gryffindor as long as there is good reason.
"5 points for yelling on your new teacher!"
Yes, definitely a reward.

Harry's POV 

Harry finished his blacksmithing lesson really happy, his teacher said his swords are almost good enough to start working on sabers, s and according to what he told him, after he finish sabers, he would start working on defense gear, which is one step closer to his goal of learning the goblins magical part of blacksmithing.
But right now he has another lesson he needs to be in, a lesson where he is the teacher and the student.
As he walked into the classroom he and Daphne agreed on meeting, he saw her sitting next to a table with lots of paper and a hovering automatic-writing Quill.
"So, how do you want to start this?"
"I would first teach you. As I told you, the art of Occlumency used to be something everyone was taught in school, which made it an identical thing in everyone's mind. But with the school teaching being canceled and the pure-bloods unwilling to have their children's mind unprotected they started using variations of the art which are easier to teach one on one and improve them until they become unique for every family.
My great grand father was the one who perfected my family's technique which is called 'fire in a winter storm'."
When Harry heard this, he couldn't help but blurt "Chūnibyō?" 
"You heard about this terrible disease?"
After which her explanation about the Occlumency technique stoped while he explained what 'Chūnibyō' meant, and only after five minutes they returned to the main subject.
"My family's technique is focused about the basics. According to my father, most Occlumency techniques he saw while trying to read people minds which aren't only beginners aren't focusing on defense but more about tricking the opponent by making them think they managed to get past the shields while the real shields are the memories you don't mind them seeing.
My technique works by making the defense impenetrable s as make a three ways defense.
The first defense is the same as everyone else, clearing your mind, you need a clear mind to feel the penetration into your mind and to build your defenses, my family went even farther in that by creating a mind fire as a way to easily clear your mind.
The second defense is after you create the basic shields with your magic, you change the properties of the magic to earth and ice, thus creating an enormous ice wall which you make bigger and thicker in time and magic.
The last defense is using the fire from the first defense  to break the ice from the second while converting your magic in to wind to create metaphysical storm that would prevent people from being able to find any memories as they are unable to see. 
This defense is an active defense that constantly cost magic and destroy your second defense so only when you know someone is attacking your mind your second defense can't win against you should use it, a side affect of activating the last defense is making hurting both you and your opponent so use it as only last defense!"
After that he asked her couple of questions to clear some doubts and then started his part of the deal.
"Lets start by establishing facts.
1) the curse is something that has being passed to your sister by one of your parants, correct?"
"Yes, but I already told you that."
"I am trying to explain to you my idea, be quiet. So if it is a curse that is being passed to you and your descendants calling it a blood curse is incorrect as it make you believing it is like the blood boiling curse, a curse that infects the blood while actually it is a bloodline curse, a curse that infects your DNA.
Now, a DNA or Deoxyribonucleic acid is a molecule composed of two polynucleotide chains that coil around each other to form a double helix carrying genetic instructions for the development, functioning, growth and reproduction of all known organisms and many viruses. DNA and ribonucleic acid are nucleic acids."
"Yeah, I have no idea what you just said."
"Basically, every thing in this world is built from atoms- things so small they are impossible to be see without really advanced muggle technology."
"Or magic, right?"
"I haven't yet found magic that can let you see atoms, but I guess it's possible."
"So how do you know of it?"
"I grew up in the muggle world."
"What? You and Marcus Potter grew in the muggle world????"
"No, just me. The Potters left me in the muggle world after Marcus became known as the boy who lived. Can we continue?"
"....sure, let move past the fact the Potters abandoned their one year old heir," she said cynically, "but can you explain in a way a magical person would understand?."
'Sigh' "Think about every person in this world as a spell, and if you are an ice creating spell then your perents are a water creating spell and a freezing spell. The DNA is basically the Arithmancy you do when you try creating the spell. Understand?"
"So why is there any difference between my sister and me? After all we are from the same parents."
"That's where it becomes more complicated. First of all, both of your parants DNA - let's call it 'spell sequence' isn't really an easy spell like water creating. It is more like an animagus creating potion or the Fidelius Charm, plus you only get half of their 'spell sequences' from each, making it so you are a combination of both while even this half is mixed, so in the end you become a unique creation."
"So if this curse is in my mother's 'spell sequence' there is only 50 precent chance I would get it and while I got lucky my sister didn't?"
"Pretty much."
"so as we know where her curse is from, if we can find exactly what part of the 'spell sequence' can we change it?" She asked with eyes full of hope.
"Well, I wouldn't know how to, as this isn't really a 'spell sequence' where removing parts of the spell just prevent it from activating or activating weird, it is your sister body, and if her DNA is destroyed, so is she. And if you play with parts you don't understand you her body can change in unpredictable ways. Eye color, muscle growing outside her body instead skin, and gander changes are the lightest of the side affects of messing with someone's 'spell sequence' plus the fact you would have to change all of her 'spell sequences' which she has billions of and  keep growing without destroying her body.
But if you manage to do all of that and avoid other problems I haven't thought about, you might manage dispelling the curse."
He was so into analyzing the problem, he hasn't noticed that she started crying in the middle of his explanation. So when he looked up he felt so bad he couldn't help but give give advice.
"I know it sounds impossible, but you shouldn't look at the entire road ahead, you should just keep looking on the next step.
The first thing you need to do is find a way to see the 'spell sequence' and translate it to an understandable language so you can find where exactly is the curse in it. Just work in steps."
"Please help me!!!" she said after calming down. "I can't do all on this on my own and my group would never agree to work on something that is based on muggle knowledge, hell, if I wasn't willing to do everything to save my sister, I would have stoped listening after you told me it was a muggle thing.
I could barely understand your explanation when you dumbed it down to me, how am I supposed to learn enough to even start experimentations before my sister dies?
I would give you anything, just please help me!"
Harry knew it was wrong to use a desperate woman, but this was a chance he couldn't pass.
"I am sorry, but I really don't have the time, if there was a way to make more time in a day I would agree..."
"So if I find a way to give you more time, would you help me?"
"Yes"
"Give me two months."

You know the drill, I died and got wishes, than I replaced the main character and lived happily ever after... or at least that's what it is supposed to be like, so why, in instead of reincarnating in my favorite book I am stuck in this AU where I am not sure what's gonna happen? Good thing I love fan-fictions?
I don't own Harry Potter, if I did Harry would never have forgiven Ron in years four and seven and the cursed child would have never been written

*** 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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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.

A young man who was acclaimed as a genius by everyone was currently reading Harry Potter, his favorite novel but  was complaining about the story and end up dead by your ever kind god Truck-sama.

I don't own the universe of Harry Potter nor their Characters.

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 

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