This is a Harry Potter Alternate Universe fanfiction. 

Summary : 18 Harry Potter characters are invited to an island.  Once there, a typhoon traps them there for 5 days and also cuts off all communication devices. One by one, the 18 Harry Potter characters dies. There are no survivors after 5 days on the island. 

You are a detective investigating this case. Find the murderer(s) who is named X. In the end, will you reveal the true face of X?

Hint 1: Every statement in the summary is true.
Hint 2: Every statement enclosed in brackets is true.
Hint 3: Magic does not exist. 
Hint 4: Without love, you cannot see the absolute secret.

Well, now that you have everything that you need, will you start investigating this case, Detective?

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!

I don't know why I can't post this as a Fanfic so it has been posted as a novel. This is my first story ever. It was originally posted on FFN but decided to post on here as well.

A soldier dies in battle and wakes up to find out he has been Transmigrated into the body of Harry Potter after the events of The Philosopher's Stone.

Harry Potter is owned by JK Rowling and WB. I only own the OC.

September 1st.

Today's the day. I entered platform 9 ¾. Tom had told me on how to go there.

Nothing much happened during the train ride. I just climbed up the train, choose a compartment, close the door, and alternated between re-read the book or sleep. Nobody came to my compartment and I spent my entire travel time in solitude.

The sky turned dark, and sometime later came an announcement that we nearly arrive at Hogwarts. I changed, put on my uniform and prepared for our arrival.

The 'traditional' lake trip for new students did not impress me that much. Sure it was awesome, but I just couldn't shake this 'something' in my thought. The same something that lingered ever since I woke up in that alley.

The 'traditional' sorting went the usual way. After some time, came my turn. I sat on the stool and put on the hat.

"Huh? What are you boy? Your mind is… unusual," came a voice in my head.

"Eh, I am what I am, beyond that I can't say, since I don't know the answer myself."

"Hmmm.. Difficult. It's difficult to sort you. There's something, akin to a fog, that makes me unable to 'read' you. It is not occlumency, but it keeps me away."

"A fog you say? Somehow that makes sense. In my defense, I'm still not fully 'sane' or 'aware', whichever you choose, ever since I was woken up at that alley by a Hogwarts' owl. There's something in back of my mind that I can't shake away."

"Well, we will need another way to sort you then. Tell me boy, what is your desire, what are you going to do to reach it?"

"I can't say much, but for now I want to ensure my survival. The world is not a kind place, it never was, it probably never would. People respect both money and power, and as much as I disagree with that belief, it's a dumb decision to disregard both. Knowledge is power, and power guarantees survival."

"Hmmm, you have enough cunning for Slytherin, while your ambition, while not grand, is quite strong. However, your desire of knowledge is much greater, even if it's merely a way to reach an end."

"Well, you definitely need knowledge to gain more knowledge. On the other hand, you don't necessarily need power to gain more power. You can gain more power with enough knowledge."

"And quite a sharp mind too. You would do well in RAVENCLAW!"

I joined the other students at Ravenclaw's table. Their claps weren't as loud as other houses. Well, that's house of bookworms for you.

The feast and the following events went like it should, at least that what I thought. I knew next to nothing about this kind of thing. You can't sue me for that!

After lied down on my bed at boys' side of Ravenclaw Dorm, I recalled what happened so far. Train ride, boat ride, sorting, and no Harry Potter at sorting.

I jolted up.

No Harry Potter at sorting. Harry fucking Potter was not at sorting. What else did I miss?

Let's see. I didn't think I saw Luna, nor did I saw Quirrell, Lockhart, Lupin, Moody, Umbridge. Holy shit! Where in the frontier side of multiverse I currently was?

I got up and asked the prefect for a charm to tell time. One of them told me the Tempus charm. I said my thanks and returned to my bed.

Holy shit! Heracles' spare diapers for sale! Thor in wedding dress!

September 1st, 1990. 10:57 p.m.

Suddenly the fog behind my head cleared. One year. One fucking year before Potterverse canon. Of all things that could have happened, I was reincarnated to Potterverse one fucking year before canon timeline. Other fanfictions I read for passing time usually put people either in canon start, Marauders' era, Next Generation, or Pottermore. None ever mentioned such thing like my current situation.

In standard fanfictions of canon timeline, the MC either teamed up with Harry or exist as his replacement because Harry was either kidnapped or dead. And I had no idea which scenario played on for me.

I sighed. That's not important either way. My desire was to survive, and I had one year to prepare before canon timeline start. Whether the world would be kind to me, I would find out next year.

I needed knowledge, I needed power. Most fanfictions portrayed Wizarding Britain as a society of the dumbs. Let's see whether it's true.

I needed to survive. I needed money and power to survive. I needed knowledge to get money and power. I knew the shortcuts to get knowledge, but I also needed intel and anonymity.

Anonymity wasn't easy, it'd need more than 'not drawing attention' and 'leaving false trails'. Intel on the other hand was very easy. What's the best item to get intel at Hogwarts?

Marauders' Map.

The problem was the current owner, or rather owners, of said map. The Weasley twin, Fred and George.

Also known as Gred and Forge, Chaos and Anarchy, or Next Generation Marauders.

I have no capital, I have nothing to offer in a trade, I could not ask them to hand it over, I could not answer their possible question: how did you know about the map?

Therefore, only one thing left: I'd have to steal it.

I trained the summoning charm for a week, I need to be able to use it silently at full power. I have trained to do it wandlessly on those scattered coins across London.

On a night, near curfew time, not too far from Ravenclaw's dorm entrance, I used a full power summoning charm on the map. I poured almost all of my mana to that spell through my wand.

The map came, flying toward me. I captured it, then hide it in my robe. I entered my room and put the map inside my trunk.

I succeeded. Next, I'd need to wait until next term before using it. Forget its existence until next term.

Time for the next step of my plan. The only place in Hogwarts, nay, in entire Potterverse, that could give you -theoretically - unlimited access to knowledge. The Room of Requirements.

Next day at breakfast, I eyed the Weasley twins. Their behaviour seemed a little… subdued, for lack of better term. Okay, deep breath. Pretend nothing happened.

After class, I took a walk to seventh floor, that's where Room of Requirements was located -according to both canon and fanfictions. Ah, there's it, the fabled "Barnabas the Barmy" tapestry. I performed the 'ritual', asked for a comfortable room, and entered the door.

Inside was a replica of Ravenclaw Common Room. I took a feel on the chairs inside, it seemed to be a perfect replica, sat on one of them, then began to work. I put my bag and pulled out an empty book, several blank papers, and a pen.

First thing first, "I need to know about underage trace magic and a way to remove it."

A parchment appeared in front of me, it contained summary of underage trace magic. Like on most fanfictions, they lied on wands. Also on my wand.

Thirteen inches, chestnut wood and half-burnt phoenix feather. Not phoenix feather, but half-burnt phoenix feather. Half-burnt feather, for goodness sake! And phoenix was supposed to be bird of flame.

I suddenly recalled what he said. "Good at everything yet best at nothing, and randomise owner's luck."

Wonderful, a perfect equipment for jack-of-all-trades. And it fully came with ancient Chinese curse (may you live in interesting times) to boot!

Well, fuck you, Ollivander! You gave it to me without batting an eye.

(On wandlore book I read at later date, it's written that chestnut 'will take characteristics from both core and owner' while phoenix feather 'learns most varied magic, hard to be chosen')

I sighed, as it couldn't be helped. I read the parchment and perform the necessary steps to remove the trace. It was just a simple procedure of chanting three specific lines while waving the wand clockwise three times.

Next, I asked for a list of different charms. I wrote them, their incantations, and their general descriptions at the newly dubbed "Thunderion Spellbook".

I practiced several of them before decided to stop, pack up, and return to the dorm.

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Before breakfast, I put heavyweight charm -the opposite of featherweight charm- on my clothes. Nothing too heavy, but two kilograms as a start wouldn't be bad. I would gradually increase the weight as the the time goes.

Power came in several forms, Hogwarts could provide me with at least three. Power of body, mind, and magic. And what's the easier way to train body than using weights while doing daily activities.

Next agenda would be to train my magic. If my understanding was correct, simply repeatedly cast spells until my reserves depleted, recover it, then repeat it every time, would greatly increase the size of my reserves and my proficiency of said spells.

It's also good to have several unknown -by Wizarding Britain - magic under my sleeve. It was when I accidentally requested something from Room of Requirements that I realised a certain fact: I greatly underestimated this room's capabilities and potentials. Because one could request literally anything, provided it didn't go against Potterverse rules of magic.

Three different Materias -of fire, lightning, and ice- from Final Fantasy VII appeared when I asked for it. A gunblade, a fucking revolver-greatsword from Final Fantasy VIII appeared next. All of them were fully functional, even if I can't use them at their full potential.

Sweet Aphrodite, Venus, and Freya on Threesome! This changed lots of things.

Other worlds, parallel universe, the multiverse. They existed -proven by me reincarnation to this Potterverse. But the fact that other worlds were accessible, fucking accessible, from Potterverse, would mean one thing: I could go somewhere else.

Potterverse wasn't a nice, friendly world, even if you're the Harry bloody Potter himself. I'd sooner become a Dark Lord -much more competent than that Snakeface- than become legal member of this society.

I could go anywhere else, somewhere with better future prospects than this world. No need for Anima, World Door, or Kaleidoscope. I could use something else, granted it's only one-time use, but if I maxed my luck, with Felix Felicis…

First thing first then: more knowledge, more power, more time.

I requested a basic Occlumency book. Better mental capacity means better contrentation, better focus, and better knowledge absorption.

Next, I asked for several portions of food, with preservation and shrinking charm, from the kitchen. Those little buggers gladly provided me with extra take-out food on schedule basis. The fact that I bribed them with several mundane cooking recipes didn't hurt a bit. In fact, they became more enthusiastic in their service.

Then, I asked the Room of Requirements to provide me with a DBZ-verse time dilation chamber, Nasuverse basic magecraft books, and a "Ki for Dummies: How to Unlock and Use Your Ki" book. The last one was fucking real. I didn't know where that book originated from, but if it works, it's not stupid.

Of course I couldn't really use Nasuverse magecraft, as I had a magic core instead of magic circuit, but I could adapt some of it to my repository. Namely Structural Grasp, Reinforcement, Thought Acceleration and Memory Partition. Especially the last two. As I wasn't too keen on building bizarre and/or complex mental defences -that'd cut some of my mental and magical capacity. As the saying goes, "great power is useless against speed you can't follow", or something like that, by having mind so fast, complex, and bizarre, that even best legilimens couldn't follow would work in my favour. It'd basically boost my mental capacity, with automatic legilimency rejection -due the sheer processing speed and complexity- as side effect.

Two hours a day, one hour before breakfast and one hour after class, I used the time dilation chamber with one day per hour ratio. To avoid suspicion, I would appear busy in school library and Ravenclaw Common Room with a stack of parchments and random tomes of various subjects.

Two months later, I finally unlocked my ki and mastered Occlumency. My ki reserves wasn't that big yet, but I was definitely growing. I could use it to reinforce myself up to half an hour.

The Occlumency was a great boon. The fact that I could process things at much faster rate, could simultaneously focus on two different things, and could perfectly recall anything I need, were one of the best thing.

My grades were also top notch. I was either the first or second place among students in my year. The fact that my essays and homeworks written in detail yet simplified and not overly long, as well as able to grasp the spells' concept in short time became the reason of my achievement.

And of course, "great power comes with great sacrifice." I didn't believe on Spiderman quotes, so suck on that. Fortunately, my sacrifice (cost) was merely an increase in the amount of daily food intake.

Ki, also known as life force, is physical energy. Therefore, in order to use more ki, I need to consume more calories. More calories means more food. And with more recipes as bribe, the house elves gladly gave me even more food.

My training menu then shifted to more ki and non-ki based physical training, wandless and silent casting, as well as more later-year materials. In physical, I needed to increase my 'base stats' as well as my 'boost modifier' so-to-speak, gradual increase in the weights I wore was an intended side effect. In magic, I could wandlessly and silently cast all first and second year spells and some of third year ones.

By the time of Christmas holiday, my ki and mana reserves had grown much larger.

I returned home for Christmas holiday. Wait, that's so wrong in several levels. I was a street bum, a homeless. There's no building, except Hogwarts, with my name on its residents list.

Tom, the barman of Leaky Cauldron, gladly gave me minimum accommodation of a room, bath, and two daily meals -breakfast and dinner- in exchange of me working there part-time. During my free time, I continued to gather more coins while travelling around London -as far as my feet could reach. Because I used mass version of summoning charm, my current haul was greater than in previous summer.

During this time I also got myself some cloth bags, put some charms on it -durability, space extension, and featherweight. I went to random area in London -or perhaps further - and managed to fill the bags with sands and wood 'd make wonderful experiment materials when I returned to Hogwarts after new year.

With leftover money, some wandless mana manipulations, and sheer guts, I created a fake identity and bank account. Nothing big, just one or two wandless confudus equivalent to make sure that it wasn't suspicious in anyone's eyes.

Nothing much happened during second half of my first year, since it wasn't yet canon. The awesomeness of Hogwarts, which consisted of life and death struggles, would only happen when Harry bloody Potter is in Hogwarts. However, my training had yielded several results. Able to duplicate tree walking from Narutoverse was one of them. Using wandless and silent-casted sticking charm from my feet, invisibility charm on my whole body, and ki reinforcement to stabilise my body, I managed to do it.

My other training continued. And the house elves kept gave me take-out food. More mundane recipes were given.

According to canon, the Philosopher's Stone would be at Hogwarts in following year. Philosopher's Stone was one of the peak achievement of Alchemy. However, Hogwarts no longer offered Alchemy class. I, using the Room of Requirements, began to learn in Runes, Warding and Alchemy.

Occlumency plus time dilation chamber was a gamebreaker. By the end of the year, I was able to master wandless and silent casting for third and some of fourth year spells.

My progress with Alchemy was definitely good. I learnt the basic quickly and experimented with my own idea and materials I had collected. Alchemy was a difficult art, no doubt about it. However, separation of matter (purification) and several minor things were categorized as basics of alchemy. Tweak the alchemical formula a bit and technically it became intermediate instead of basic.

Wood pieces could be transmuted to papers. Done it several times and I no longer needed to buy blank papers. Cast one or two charm and I get empty books. Use heat on wood pieces, and you'd get charcoal. Add some materials plus charms and you got ink.

When you purify sand, you'd get fine sand. Apply heat and pressure at it, lots of heat and pressure, and you'd get Quartz crystals. Use purify on charcoal resulted on fine carbon. Use lots of heat and pressure on fine carbon, you'd get diamond.

Wizarding Britain was never aware of such possibilities, and they dared to call themselves as the best wizarding society. I call cyclops dung on that!

Ancient Runes wasn't an easy subject. Sure, it looked like nothing more than puzzle of symbols, but the sheer amount of combinations that could be made into "sentence(s)" with specific effect was mind blowing. Even more when there are more than one alphabets. My primary focus would be Futhark, then Hieroglyphs.

Warding came easier after properly learned Runes. Warding was, with certain exceptions, basically arranging runes in certain way, and thus resulted in a certain effect within designated area. It could be a wardstone with "battery" of sorts therefore need to regularly charged, wardstone powered with ambient mana, wardstone powered with leyline, or it could be multiple wardstones connected to a central wardstone. The effect also varied, from as simple as alarm ward that would warn the caster whenever someone enter the area, to the insanely complex ward that isolate an area as if it's entirely in different layer of reality.

Nasuverse Magecraft of bounded field gave me a lot of idea on what kind of ward to make and how to anchor it. It's all down to finding the right combination of runes and optimising them.

Boring classes continued until end year exam. All I needed to do was a little review, as I have mastered the materials ages ago. Well, technically it was months ago, but adding time dilation chamber into consideration…

Anyway, I tied with another Ravenclaw for first place. That person got one point higher for potion and astronomy while I got one point higher for charms and transfiguration.

Near the end of school year, I asked those little dudes and gals, the house elves, at kitchen. Well, since I was a good person, their words, two of them, one male and one female, would like to be my house elves. Hogwarts elves weren't bound to the headmaster and may leave when permitted by the Hogwarts itself -the castle was sentient, but most of its parts were inactive. Of course I gave them permission to continue working at Hogwarts when they feel they got not enough work at my home -the house elves liked to work in near fanatical level.

The school year finally ended when I hopped into the train at Hogsmeade station.

Oh, and I fully repaid my debt to Hooch.

Not my novel I uploaded it here in order to listen to it via audiobook all glory goes to original author JustBored21

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First off, I want to thank everyone for the support. The OGs and the newcomers. 

This chapter is just a little summary of information that you might have forgotten after 100 chapters.
This current Volume will focus on the tri-wizard cup, Character development, Lucien's progress as a young sorcerer, and it will be completing the merger of Lucien and the tri-core soul wand(finally).

Lucien Bennett Dubois, During the first volume as a very young wizard, he met Garrick Ollivander. Ollivander told him a story about his greatest creation. The Tri-Core Soul wand. This wand fuses with the soul of the wizard and grows with the wizard.   The main core is what keeps the wand stable. and it also the abilities of the main core that the wizard gains after fusing with their wand.

Lucien later discovers that, the tri-core wand is cable of eating other wands to aid in the complete merger of wand and wizard. During the event that wizard meets the requirements to complete merger with his/her wand. The main core will become the physique of said wizard.

Phoenix feather- Phoenix Physique
Veela hair- Veela Physique
Basilisk Fang/horn- Basilisk Physique

The wizard will gain the physique that belongs to the beast in their wand.  Rick the phoenix gave a feather to Voldemort and harry potter. Voldemort and Harry potter will gain the identical physique of Rick the Phoenix. not Donny, the pure-blood overlord king phoenix. But, Rick, the ordinary phoenix.

Can Rick, the ordinary Phoenix Physique become Donny, The pure-blood overlord King Physique? Yes, just not from the beginning, it will be a processes



Back to Lucien, Our MC. Lucien was gifted two wands. They were made in a way that Ollivander felt, they would never find another than Lucien (Plot armor right?). 

wand 1:  Elder wood, Thestrial tail hair,  Basilisk Horn, (Main core) Phoenix Feather.
Wand 2: Pear wood, Horned Serpent's Horn, Spine of the white river monster, (Main core) Veela Hair


The phoenix feather came from an ordinary phoenix. However during Ollivander's story. He tell's Lucien, that his wife is a Veela. She dies and Ollivander uses her hair, to make the main core of the second wand.

During his fusion with these wands, he gains abilities from both the Veela and the Phoenix. 
As far as he could tell, Veela pheromones(charm) and Phoenix regeneration. Yes, these abilities can evolve as the wand and the wizard grows.

In 1993, Lucien began to notice that his Veela Pheromones could get wildly out of control and has gotten him self in the habit of suppressing them.  However he can not control his power according to knowledge on Veela Males, until he is 16. So its a nuclear bomb, not a bow and arrow.

Ollivander, and books on magical creatures also inform Lucien to stay away from Veela woman, Ass he give the impression of a pure blood male Veela. Although Female Veelas tempt human man, they strive for purity and their lust becomes uncontrollable around the very rare Pure-blood male Veela.

so now, Lucien has been suppressing his abilities for years and his abilities are related to Ollivander's wife. 

The Veelas of harry potter derive from the mythical creature Vilas. This Volume will get dark and twisted as Lucien takes on the tri-wizard tournament, His uncontrollable mysterious abilities, while oddly boding with...Snape? with a sprinkle of voodoo. no one is safe this year.

Chapter are being posted tonight

Sex scenes and mature situations to be included after this point

This Fan-Fiction is a little different. The MC will not know of the Harry Potter stories, And through his eyes we will be able to see the darker side of the Harry Potter Universe. 

This is a crossover fan-fic.
Harry Potter, The Originals, and The vampire Diaries



So, Follow Lucien Dubois as he creates his own destiny in a new world while trying to figure just what kind of man he would like to be.

I do not own harry potter, The Vampire Diaries, or The Originals
I do not own the cover photo

*** 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.

"So you're saying your family have house-elf too?" Chris asked.
"Yeah. For almost hundred years. It's nice you know, my mother doesn't feel very much lonely with them. They're very faithful." Jason said eating some Every Flavour Beans.
It was Saturday afternoon, Chris and Jason were talking, sitting under a tree, a little far from the lake.
"They? How many house-elves you have?" Chris asked, taking some Every Flavour Beans from Jason.
"Two. Fib and Kat." Jason replied. " I always prefer Fib to do my works."
"Why?"
"Kat is female elf. She is over protective in every way, she'll report every time she finds something weird in my room and she is also very bossy; 'young master Jason shouldn't do that. Young master should eat healthy food. Young master should do that... shouldn't behave like this.' It's too much for me." Jason said with a sigh.
Chris laughed and put another one from Every Flavour Beans in her mouth.
"You only brought the sweet and salty ones, didn't you?" She asked raising her eyebrows.
"I don't like the other flavours. So I always separate them first." Jason said casually. "Easy spell. It'll take two days to learn."
"Great. Teach me later." Chris smiled and looked at the lake. On the other side of the lake Ron and Hermione were helping Harry with his bubble charm.
"Isn't that Potter and gang?" Jason asked, also looking at them.
"Yup."
"What're they doing?"
"Practicing the bubble charm." Chris replied. "For the second task."
"Bubble charm? Nice. Effective way to breath under water." Jason replied. "But it takes months to master and the second task is just one week away."
"I know I'm also worried about him." Chris said with a sigh.
"You're always worried about others." Jason said rolling his eyes.
"They're my friends Jason and Harry's luck is too bad to trust." Chris replied. 
"Whatever. You should be safe." Jason said. "Well do you still have the dagger I sent you, when we were in first year?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"Keep it. It's made by Kat. It'll never fail you." Jason replied.
"It's made by a house-elf?"
"Yes. Elf magic is really different from us. Technically they're more stronger than us, that's why wizards made them slave and trained them like this so they never could be a threat to wizards." Jason said seriously. "I think they did the right thing. I mean do you know they can even Apparate and Disappearate in places where other's can't. It can be really dangerous if they decided to go against wizards one day."
"Like even in Hogwarts?" Chris asked curiously.
"Yeah. Even inside the castle."
"Wow." Chris replied, as she was deep in thoughts about the elves.
"Hey, what're you doing on next Hogsmeade trip?" Jason asked after sometime.
"Are you asking me out to Hogsmeade, Fawley?" Chris asked raising an eyebrow.
"Kind of." Jason smirked. "You know I can't hope that everytime I'll bump into you in Hogwarts grounds and you'll decide to stay and talk to me under a tree."
Chris laughed.
"Fine. But you've to say hi to my friends."
"What kind of condition is this?" Jason asked.
"It's just a hi, Jason." Chris replied.
"Alright." Jason said rolling his eyes. "For you."
"That's cute." Chris chuckled. 
Jason rolled his eyes again.

___________________________________

"This is hopeless." Hermione slammed a book on the Gryffindor table at lunchtime, looking frustrated. "I don't know what to do."
"What happened?" Ginny asked.
"Harry is still struggling with his bubble charm." Hermione said sitting beside Chris. "His bubble is still weak to survive one hour."
"But the second task is in two days." Colin said looking shocked.
"Exactly how will he..?" Luna said.
"No idea." Hermione said breathlessly. "He is nervous too. He is still working with Ron near the lake."
"We should've thought about some backup plan." Ginny said. "Is it too late now?"
"Maybe." Chris said cooly. "It's time to visit the library again, I guess. Let's see if there something which can help him. Today after dinner?"
"Ok." Hermione replied.
But they found nothing. Nothing at all which can help with this sort of situation. Harry went off food again. He tried to practice the bubble charm day and night but he couldn't breath inside the lake more than twenty minutes or thirty minutes. If thats how Harry goes in the lake for the task, he was going to drown.
The evening before the second task, as Harry was still working on his bubble charm with Ron; Chris, Ginny, Luna, Colin and Hermione sat on the library to find something else. Though they didn't found anything in last two days, Hermione was still hopeful.
"I don't reckon it can be done," said Ginny's voice flatly from the other side of the table. "There's nothing. Nothing. Closest was that thing to dry up puddles and ponds, that Drought Charm, but that was nowhere near powerful enough to drain the lake."
"There must be something," Hermione muttered, moving a candle closer to her. Her eyes were so tired she was poring over the tiny print of Olde and Forgotten Bewitchments and Charmes with her nose about an inch from the page. "They'd never have set a task that was undoable."
Chris was checking a charms book and Luna and Colin were looking into Weird Wizarding Dilemmas and Their Solutions.
"Oh this is no use," Hermione said, snapping shut another book. "Who on earth wants to make their nose hair grow into ringlets?"
"I wouldn't mind," said Fred Weasley's voice. "Be a talking point, wouldn't it?"
All of them looked up from their books, Fred and George had just emerged from behind some bookshelves.
"What're you two doing here?" Ginny asked.
"Looking for Hermione," said George. "McGonagall wants you, Hermione."
"Why?" said Hermione, looking surprised.
"Dunno … she was looking a bit grim, though," said Fred.
"We're supposed to take you down to her office," said George.
Hermione looked at Chris then to Ginny.
"It's alright. You go, we'll continue." Ginny said. "We're going to take these books to common room."
"Ok. I'll see you in the common room, then." Hermione said getting up.
"Do you reckon where Ron is?" George asked. "We're supposed to take him there too."
"He's near the lake.." Hermione said as they left.
At eight o'clock, Madam Pince had extinguished all the lamps and Chris, Ginny and Colin took many books to the Gryffindor tower. Luna said she'll check her Ravenclaw common room books.
They sat in a corner and started looking into the books.
"Harry should come back." Colin said worriedly. "It's too late to go inside the lake."
"Go call him if you can." Chris replied. "A extra pair of eyes will help."
"Ok." Colin said as he and Ginny ran outside to call Harry.
Crookshanks crawled into Chris's lap and curled up, purring deeply. 
"Hey Chris." Neville said as he sat on the opposite chair to Chris after some time.
"Hey Neville." Chris yawned.
"You look tired." Neville replied. "What're you looking for in so many books?"
"Something to help Harry in tomorrow's task." Chris said.
"What is it?" 
"He have to go down the lake and bring back something they took from him. But the tricky part is he have to breath under water for one hour." Chris replied.
"Oh. So he needs something to help him breath under water?" Neville asked thinking.
"Yup."
"Oh I know how to... wait." Neville said suddenly and ran to their dormitory.
Chris looked up surprised and waited as Neville emerged from the stairs.
"Look." He panted as he held up the book: Magical Water Plants of the Mediterranean.
Chris looked at it as he opened a page.
"Gillyweed?" 
"Yes. It creates gill in you, to breath under water." Neville grinned. "I was just reading it today. Professor Moody gave it to me few days ago, as Professor Spourt told him that I'm good in Herbology."
"Professor Moody?" Chris looked more surprised.
"Yes. But I don't know where you will get that." Neville said not noticing Chris's surprised face.
'There's definitely something wrong here. Why's Professor Moody so keen to help Harry?'  'He also helped Cedric.'
"Chris!"
"Oh yes. I think Snape have it." Chris said. "I heard him talking about it the other day."
"But you can't ask from Snape. He'll never..." Neville looked frightened.
"Ask Snape what?" Harry asked as he, Ginny and Colin returned to the common room.
"There's a plant which will help you breath under water." Chris said. "If only your bubble charm doesn't work."
"I'm working on it." Harry said, looking nervous. "I'm going to work all night."
Chris sighed.
"Snape have the Gillyweed which will help you. Now how do I get that from Snape." She muttered. "He'll not give it if we ask... we can't break into his office.... but...."
"It's impossible." Harry collapsed on a chair.
"Harry you haven't eat anything." Ginny said. "You skipped lunch and dinner. If you continue like this then you'll not have strength to go under water tomorrow."
"Ginny's right Harry. Let's go to the kitchen and..." Colin said.
"Wait. Kitchen." Chris's face lit up. "Kitchen. We need to go to the kitchen."
"What?" Neville asked.
"Dobby. Harry do you think Dobby will do anything for you?" Chris asked.
"I don't know. Maybe yes." Harry said. "Wait. What're you...?"
"No time to explain. It's already nine o'clock. Get up. We need to go to the Kitchen." Chris said getting up, forgetting that Crookshanks was on her lap. Crookshanks hissed angrily as he landed on the floor, he looked at Chris in disbelief.
"Sorry Crookshanks." Chris muttered as she scratched his ears, bending over him.
Crookshanks purred happily then walked away, with his bot­tlebrush tail in the air.

Chris, Harry, Ginny, Colin and Neville ran towards the Great Hall. From there went down to the fruit bowl painting, tickled the pear and entered the kitchen.
As soon as they entered the kitchen, a squealing voice came running, "Harry Potter, sir! Harry Potter!"
It was Dobby. Almost instantly other house-elves gathered around them. Chris understood the reason behind this much attention, first the house-elves just finished their work and second they saw The Harry Potter.
"Do Harry Potter need anything, sir?" Dobby squeaked loudly. "Would Harry Potter like a cup of tea?"
"No.. It's..." Harry looked at Chris.
"Dobby, I need to talk to you and can you all give us some cakes, every kind of cakes." Chris said to the other house-elves.
They all started working hurriedly. Chris pulled Harry and Dobby aside and ask Ginny and Colin to look around so no one can eavesdrop.
"What's it Miss?" Dobby asked.
"Dobby! Harry Potter needs a big help. Will you help him?" Chris whispered.
"Dobby will do anything for Harry Potter, miss. Dobby is free because of Harry Potter."

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

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

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

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



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

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

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