Rebooted as "Harry Potter Transmigration"


An 18 years old boy has just finished reading what he found as the most annoying series of books ever: the Harry Potter Series. There were two reasons for his annoyance with the series.

One: our MC was also named Harry Potter and he was greatly teased by it.

Two: the main characters in the books were seriously underdeveloped.

"I mean come on, an average guy defeats the most powerful evil wizard alive? Who are you kidding?"

P.S. I do not own Harry Potter. This is purely fan-fiction.

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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when he portaled home he noticed both azazel and vali were waiting for him

"how was your date" azazel said with a mischievous smile

"it was quite nice especially when she guaranteed me time that i could use to prepare myself i am certain that with enough control i can win with my black holes i just need time to perfect my control and when she said that i would be safe while i trained i started to enjoy myself" azazel's smile vanished he was hoping to hear words like terrible and i hate you but no instead he enjoyed himself how boring

"so why are you waiting for me anyway" arthur asked

"you make food" vali said simply arthur just slapped himself on the head these two were useless

"very well i will get freshened up then i will cook by the way azazel do you know any good publishing companies i have decided to become a writer since she just made me completely broke"

"alright i know someone i will get in contact with her the moment you have it ready" azazel said laughing at arthur's new predicament

he got freshened up and while doing so he bought the knowledge of multiple series of stories like harry potter and artemis fowl the rangers apprentice the brotherband chronicles and the inheritance cycle from the system as those were his favorite stories in his previous life and he wanted others to enjoy them A and B he knew he would get rich fast if he published those stories once he was done eating he figured he'd start with the first novel series he ever read harry potter and began writing it took him four days to finish volume one but he was smart he would write all of them and then have them edited and sent out into the world so it took him about a month to finish the entirety of the harry potter series before he handed the first one to azazel who told arthur he would get ready and then they'd go when they got there they went through pleasantries

"this is arthur arthur this is nanao watanabe" azazel said finally actually introducing them albeit rather abruptly

"nice to meet you would you mind showing me what you wrote" she asked he did so she then took them to her office and began reading she had a lot of shocked expressions as she read and when she finished she abruptly got up and left returning awhile later with who arthur assumed was her boss

"so your arthur i am ayato himura well i must say your work is excellent now normally we give only ten percent royalty but since this story is so good we will up it to fifteen how does that sound" she said

"that sound excellent" arthur said

"i also wanted to know when you would have the second done" she asked

"well i am going to be completely honest i already have it finished however i do not want to publish them to quickly if you understand" arthur said

"i do indeed how about you bring it at the end of the next month" she said

"agreed oh by the way when i finish the harry potter series i have a few more stories at the ready as well" arthur said

"are they as good as this one" she asked

"oh yes yes they are but that will be for later i am just telling you know so as for no surprises down the road"

"well i thank you for that will will have a separate contract for each series you write so as to not rip you or us off" she said

"wonderful" arthur said

"come let's go sign the contract for this series" she said he nodded got up and followed her to her own office

almost a month after the book was published everybody and their mom talked about the book he was earned 2.5 million dollars of the first book alone he went on a date twice more with amaterasu he also used his black hole abilities to scare the guys to trade money for gold so as to be rich there too he traded half of his money for gold and would continue to trade half of the money he earns to gold until he stops earning so never

sora's life was terrible his mother used him for target practice his father and elder sister used him as a training dummy his younger sister also used him as a training dummy and his aunt not only used you as a training dummy but she also rapes sora constantly the only person who somewhat cared and tried to help you was your uncle one day a stranger in a cloak handed you a suitcase with the ability to escape inside he said that when sora gets so desperate open the case and that will help him escape but once he does he's on his own since the stranger was dying and what's inside will carry on the legacy

~disclaimer~ this is a fanfic of RWBY however I will be using quite a few weapons from different shows for his armament as he does have many weapons also i use punctuation literally never so sorry before hand oh and he and his friends are very overpowered

At William's apartment
In this week after familiarizing to the new world William decided to start writing his first book.
After careful consideration to write a successful book of the previous world, this book has to be shocking but also has to be possible to be born in a hand of a amateur.
A book that can be appreciated by both young and old.
A book that can show his talents.
Truthfully this wasn't a very hard choice for William, because he got his choice without spending much Time.
The book he chose was a story of a orphan in his magic journey in a secret to finding who he is, where he came from and where will he go.A book Mixture of Exciting fighting, friendship, love and magic.
Anyone in previous world would have guessed what this book is. Yes it is J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter, specifically it is Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone.
In the previous world This book was first published in the United Kingdom on 26 June 1997 by Bloomsbury. It was published in the United States the following year by Scholastic Corporation under the title Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone. 
It won most of the British book awards that were judged by children and other awards in the US. The book reached the top of the New York Times list of best-selling fiction in August 1999 and stayed near the top of that list for much of 1999 and 2000. It has been translated into at least 73 other languages, and has been made into a feature-length film of the same name, as have all six of its sequels (Author note - From Wikipedia)
From this can be infered how famous this book was and will be in this world.
So he spent this week writing this novel and revising it according to this world.
After week's work he had almost finished with this work.
Tonight Nova had gone out for a walk so it was very quiet in room.william was not worried that Nova would get into a trouble because in this week he had realized that Nova is very well behaved and the Not the type that  get into trouble.
While he was thinking about the book and the later publishing issues , His mobile Started to Ring. 
William picked up the phone and loooked at the number, it was labeled as unknown number.
William picked up the call.
"Hello.... hello is this Uncle William?"
William's first thought was "Uncle?", The voice was very anxious immature and he could tell that owner was girl and at most seven year old.
"Hello..my name is William but I'm not a Uncle. Could you be calling a wrong number"
He specifically bite the word "Uncle"
"Oh..oh.. sorry but do you know a cat name nova"
"Girl who are you and how  do you know nova"
"It is you Uncle....oh. not much balance left.... Uncle Nova asked you to come to xxxxx address... hurry"
The other side hanged up the phone.
At this moment in William's mind was full of questions marks.
" What happened in the end"

Let us see how William Anderson create his own legend in a another world
Reporter A " William as the greatest writer of new generation what do you think is the difference between the Plagiarism and creation?"
William ponderd a moment and seriously said " I believe it is the difference between two worlds"
Audience "??????"

[Golden finger, No harem, Writing books,songs, United States]

"This is bullshit why in the hell did that asshole stay with Hermione?! 
Like seriously he was the reason she almost died in the first book and now she is in love with him. I call bull!!" 
After getting his emotions back in check our main character closes the last book of the Harry Potter series. 

Getting up from the sofa he was sitting on, he goes to the kitchen to get a snack. "I wonder what new anime has come out on funimation" he thought to himself as he began walking back to the living room. Just as he sat down and was about to turn the television on he heard a voice right next to him. 

"You know it is not an easy thing to write a story, which every person who reads it will be okay with the ending." The voice said 

As he turn around he sees an old lady sipping on what appears to be coffee and reading the Harry Potter book he just finished. 

Freaking out at first he stared at her wide eyed and backed up a bit from her, trying to make sure there was enough space for him to be able to protect himself just incase.

"Who are you? And do you mind telling me how did you get inside my house?" He asked reaching for his phone getting ready to dial 911.

"Hush child don't worry about the minor things in life, now tell me... what would you do different if you were Harry Potter?"  She asked 

"Huh?" he replied

"What would you do if you were Harry Potter?"  She asked again

"I would first try to control my magic where I would pretty much be able to do anything before I ended up in Hogwarts... by the way you didn't answer my question. Who are you and what are you doing here?" He asked after answering her question without knowing why.

"Hmm yes I can see how that would help Harry out in life. As for me I would prefer if you'd call me grandma or mom since I'm what gave birth to everything and I do mean everything." Letting out a warm and beautiful aura around that completely calmed him down and for an unknown reason he felt that he can trust and believe her every word. 

"Umm okay, so what now what are you actually doing here? If what you said is real why are you here?" He asked 

"Well to tell you the truth, I was walking down the street and I heard you screaming and I wanted to see what the whole fuzz was about." She replied 

"So you saw me whining about the book?" He asked 
"Yup and having a similar opinion as yours I couldn't help and agree with you. Sadly I may be all powerful but I can never interfere with my children so I can't change what happened" she said 

Seeing the dejected face he decided to change the subject and just sat there talking to her all night long.

She asked questions about his life and he asked questions about anything really, without noticing time flew by and morning came.

A guy gets the chance to become Harry Potter and change the storyline to his liking.

*** 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 remember the time when I first was introduced to the Harry Potter series. I had just entered the fourth grade when the first book came out, and by the time I finished high school the seventh book had just been released. I was hooked from the first chapter, and I regret to say I became a bit of a fan-girl. I had even wrote a few fan-fiction, okay I was a popular fan-fiction writer. But anyway one of my dreams was to go to the Harry Potter world. One day I was on the way to the bank to get some money to buy some new Harry Potter merchandise to add to my collection, when I saw a car driving away from the nearby bank and was pursued by police cars. I saw a young couple crossing the street unaware of the danger when the car came speeding towards them. I yelled look out but they were frozen with fear. I decided to try and save them by pushing them out of the way of the car, but then I was in direct line of the car with no time to escape. I braced my self and waited for the impact to come and when it did I went flying and my world turned black. My last sight was the young couple looking toward me in horror. At least they were safe.

The MC dies and reincarnates into the Harry Potter Universe as Harry's twin sister. Both are powerful but have to learn to control their powers. Also is an alternative story line.

(AN: basic understanding of things in the HP universe are necessary to understand the story fully.)

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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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. 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! Doctor Harry! MOD Harry!

As dusk fell, the sun was going to sink below the horizon. 
A golden light projected on a large house at King's Road, London.

This was a classic British style villa. It was spacious, bright and stylish. The wall was covered with clawed climbers. The roof was covered with beautiful brown tiles. The grass and flowers in the courtyard were neatly cropped. A luxurious Bentley car was quietly stopping outside the garage.

What's a beautiful and peaceful scene!

Except for a weird view, a boy with black hair and an owl remained deadlocked at the balcony. They gazed each other with speechless dismay.

Irwin Mason stared at the owl in front of him with curiosity. Owls were unusual to be seen in the homes of local residents. 

Especially it was not a normal owl. Have you ever seen an owl clutching a yellowish envelope made of thick parchment paper?

Irwin had a feeling that the letter was for him. However, he was not sure how to get it. The owl wanted to get some rewards from him, didn't it?

"Hello!" Irwin greeted and tried to communicate with the owl, although that made him look silly.

"Wo~"

The owl hooted softly and tilted its head. Its brown pupil was full of alertness.

"Don't be nervous. I have no offense!"

Irwin tried his best to make his voice gentle, and he slowly extended his right hand. "Does the letter under your claw belong to me? I think..."

While he was talking to the owl, a loud cry downstairs interrupted him. "My dear, are you ready? We are going to leave!"

It just followed the voice of someone going upstairs.

"Oops, it's my mother. I can't let her see you!"

Irwin could not further communicate with the owl in front of him, 
and he tried to drive it away.

"Wo!" The offended owl tried to hide.

"Sorry, my mother is allergic to birds. She cannot get along with any kinds of birds." Irwin waved and explained in a hurry. "You must leave here now!" "

It seemed to be a rude action to the owl. It finally found that the boy would not give it anything. A second later, it pecked the boy. It waved its wings and flew away, leaving the letter to Irwin's feet.

"Ouch!!"

Irwin shouted and he watched the owl flew out of the balcony like a whirlwind and disappeared.

Before his mother came in, Irwin bowed his head and picked up the envelope. It was written in emerald-green ink: 

Mr. I. Mason

3/F Bedroom,

6 King Road

Little Whinging

Surrey

"The letter, and the owl just now..."
Irwin squinted his eyes and found that those gave him a familiar feeling.

"Irwin, speed up! Your father has already waited for us in the car." A well-dressed middle-aged woman walked in and said in a serious tone. "It will be absolutely rude if we are late when visiting somebody for the first time."

"I know, Mom!"
Irwin had no time to think about what happened just now. He put the envelope into a pocket of his trousers when his mother was not paying attention.

Their family was going to have a party that evening. The guest was his father's business partner. Exactly speaking, his father's construction company was going to purchase a large number of drills from that partner.

For Irwin, he did not need to participate in that kind of dinner party originally, but the guest had a child who was one year older than him and he was also studied at Smeltings Academy.

Irwin was 11 years old. One month later, he would go to Smeltings Academy. His parents thought it was necessary to let him know more about the school life.

"Mom,  haven't you told me what's that senior brother's name?"

Along the road, Evan felt that he had to do something to disperse his attention from the letter. Before he read the letter, he was not sure whether he should tell his parents about the matter.

Maybe it was just a joke. His mother wouldn't worry about that. 

"My dear, I told you last week that he was Dudley." Mrs. Mason replied.

"Dudley Dursleys, I dare say you will become good friends," Mr. Mason added while he was driving.

"Dudley Dursleys, this is really a good name!" Irwin bowed and lost in thought.

In fact, he did know one person also called that name.

If he didn't make any mistake, Dudley Dursleys should be one of the characters in the Harry Potter series in his past life. In the book, Dudley was an overbearing child who was petted from childhood, bringing Harry a miserable childhood.

Irwin had a deep impression of that guy, but it was not a good image.

However, it was only a character in the novel. Although he was reborn in England in the 1990s, there was no evidence that this is Harry Potter's magical world.

"Relax, it should just be the same name."

Irwin tried to persuade himself, but when he thought of seeing the owl just now, he was slightly uneasy.

While his parents were paying no attention, Irwin took out the letter from his trousers. He flipped over it quickly. 

Turning the envelope over, Irwin saw a purple wax
seal bearing a coat of arms; a lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake surrounding a large letter H.

Irwin's eyes moved open and his hands were trembling. He pulled out the letter and read:

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmaster: ALBUS DUMBLEDORE

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme
Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Mr. Mason,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.

Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall,
Deputy Headmistress

Oh, My God!  

That was an admission letter from Hogwarts. He should have thought of that, no one who would use an owl to send letter except that magic school.

"My dear, you look so nervous." Noticing Irwin's unusual, Madame Mason tried to comfort him."I have heard from your father that the Dursleys are very friendly and Dudley is also a courteous person. My son, you will love this new friend."

"Yes, Mom!" Irwin replied subconsciously. "I'm not nervous, I'm just excited."

Over the past eleven years, he was preparing for the future according to the familiar reality world. Someone suddenly told him that he was going to contact with an unfamiliar magic world. Are you kidding

Fortunately, he was really into Harry Potter's film beforelife. Even if he couldn't remember all the events, he still had some superiorities over the other. He was a bit relieved.

The question now was how to explain to his parents.

Also, he would most likely see the famous Harry Potter.

While Irwin was losing in thought, his father slowly stopped the car and said gently, "Dear, we have already arrived 4 Privet Drive."

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