a normal teenager is reborn in the Harry Potter universe with a system

(English is not my main language so don't expect much from writing)

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Ricky's hands were sweating. He should have been this nervous to meet James, heck he hadn't even met Lily though she hadn't been hard to spot at the Gryffindor table. The thing was that they were all just kids, people a year younger than him. 

But Lily and James were Harry's parents and even if they weren't together at this moment , they were still a part of Harry Potter and even though they weren't his parents the young soul was exiled and nervous around them.

But for him it was meeting Fleamont and Euphemia Potter that unnerve him, they were not only Harry Potter's family but they were about to be the people who would decide Ricky's future.

He sat down in his chair, trying his best from visibly shaking, he didn't want to lie to them and he truly wanted them to like him. Maybe it was both the younger part of Voldemort and his younger self, whom got pounded by the system while growing up.

James and Ricky were waiting in McGonagall's office, thankfully Dumbledore wasn't there, leaving it to McGonagall to deal with the Potters.

The door opened, McGonagall leading Mr. and Mrs. Potter into the room. James stood to give his mother and father a hug.

Fleamont Potter was a little shorter than average with knobbly knees and a huge smile. His hair a sandy-brown with a few streaks of grey and like James his eyes were hazel.

Euphemia Potter was nothing short of magnificent. She had enchanting blue eyes that seemed to pierce into Ricky's heart. Her hair was a mass of black curls and she held herself very straight. 

When she walked into the room it was if she owned it and everyone else in that room were her honored guests. It wasn't until James hugged her that Ricky realized she was also very petite, smaller even than her husband.

Euphemia approached him, Fleamont at her side. "Hello Rickard," she said.

"Hi, and please call me Ricky" Replied Ricky smilling back.

"How was your first day at Hogwarts?" Fleamont asked with a warm smile.

"Er… it was, I met James and his friends."

"Quite the characters," Euphemia said with a rueful smile at her son, "aren't they?"

"Sirius is fun," Ricky said.

"Yes, he does have that quality. We were told you did extraordinarily well on your exams," Euphemia said. Her lilting voice put Ricky at ease so that he shifted, putting his hands on his knees.

McGonagall conjured two extra seats and everyone sat down, Mr. and Mrs. Potter sat closest to Ricky

"I heard you were able to cast Corporeal Patronus," Fleamont said.

"He did what!?" James exclaimed.

Ricky smiled, "A Corporeal Patronus. I thought they were cool and reading Fantastic Beasts kind of freaked me out. I never want to meet a dementor."

"What is it? I mean what animal is your Patronus?"

Harry's smile widened, "A panther, but it used to be a stag. I don't know what caused it to change recently though?"

"No way!" James almost yelled. "I don't believe it! That's what my a- er,  a stag is what my favorite animal is…" he finished rather lamely.

Fleamont gave him a peculiar look, "I thought your favorite animal was a Horntail?"

Fleamont gave him a peculiar look, "I thought your favorite animal was a Horntail?"

"Those are the worst," Ricky said emphatically. Once again the Harry part of his soul bled through. Then he caught himself with as little grace as James had. "They are the worst type of dragon, ever. Or so I read, you know, in Fantastic Beasts."

"Well stags are my favorite non-magical animals," James defended himself.

"Dragons and deer?" Euphemia asked, confused. "Your two favorite animals are fire breathing dragons and then the common deer?"

James not trusting himself to speak, merely nodded.

Euphemia narrowed her blue eyes at him but let it go, "Learn something new every day, I suppose."

Smilling Ricky threw his two cents in, causing Euphemia to smile.

"Hey at least they taste good but arecacpain to hunt, at least the muggle way that is.

James's face contorted and quickly looked  upon hearing this from Ricky.

"So Ricky," Fleamont redirected, "we were told you had nowhere else to go? Is that the complete truth? Aren't there any adults from the magical community or the muggle one who could vouch for you?"

"No, sir. I never met my father, so I can't tell you if he is alive or not but I saw… I remember my mother dying. I was taken in by a family who knew her but didn't like her. They never spoke of her or the choices she made in life. I was told my father was drunk but I don't really believe them. They kicked me out when I was eight, well if asked them they'd say I ran away. Luckily I was picked by a sellwand, she looked after me for a while but she died last year. And I came here on the off chance I might find some living family. I have nowhere else to go..." 

Except for an orphanage, but Ricky was more likely to find a job then go back under any muggle guardianship based on both Harry's and Voldemort's memories.

Fleamont and Euphemia exchanged looks.

Euphemia asked, "Do you know when your birthday is?"

They casted each other another glance.

McGonagall coughed, "Is it possible, Fleamont that Harry is your-"

"No, it is not possible," Euphemia said firmly.

"The resemblance between your father and Ricky is quite remarkable," Professor Mcgonagall said gently this time around.

Euphemia shook her head, not in denial, but in resolute faith that her husband would never want or dare to cheat on her.

"My father has been a widower for over twenty years, and he often goes by Harry," Fleamont said.

"I can go get Filius to cast an inheritance Charm," Professor Mcgonagall offered.

Ricky looked a little relieved but tried not to show it, "How does that work?"

McGonagall smiled at Ricky reassuringly before speaking 

"Just a drop of blood from the oldest family member in the room. Bronze chain of light for distant cousins, Silver chain of light between siblings, golden for child and parent."

Ricky didn't know that, he had assumed that would be heading to Gringotts in order to do it but this is also not too bad, after all the goblins might discover something else, and he wasn't entirely sure he would want that.

Fleamont nodded and Mcgonagall left the room and returned shortly thereafter with Professor Flitwick.

In a complex series of wand motions and Fleamont passing over a smudge stick to Flitwick, there was light.

Gold light, like suspended electricity extended from Fleamont to James. And bright silver Fleamont to Ricky and a dim silver to James.

Scratching his head Flitwick supposed he must have made a mistake. He re-casted the spell, this time with a droplet of Euphemia's blood. Golden light from Euphemia to James and a dull bronze to Minerva McGonagall and to Ricky from Euphemia.

Flitwick dropped the spell and smiled, "It seems we  have our answer."

"Well," Euphemia said with a smile, "I guess I have another son, i always wanted to have twins but I suppose i can settle for this, and it seems that Ricky is related to both the Potter and Ross families."

"You're the last pureblood from the Ross family, Euphemia," McGonagall said.

"Yes, but family is always messier than titles," Euphemia said. "It doesn't matter in the end, Ricky is one of ours, he has nowhere to go, or at least nowhere that he would be welcome. I have always wanted more children. Whichever way the branches of the family tree may fall, Ricky is not responsible for his birth and will not be punished for it. He is a Potter and he is still in school. He is ours, end of discussion."

Ricky felt his heart swell and he wanted very much to hug her at that moment. Even the Voldemort part was awfully quiet at this moment.

"Very well," McGonagall said professionally, but Ricky could see the pride in her eyes.

"Rickard is officially enrolled in his classes and as he only has one years left we are willing to pay for his supplies-"

"Nonsense," Fleamont said, "It is our honor to provide for him."

She nodded, "Then everything is accounted for then. I'm sure James will want to ride back on the train with his friends in the morning, and he no doubt needs to pack but Ricky-"

"I don't have much and I left my bag in the hospital wing give me a few minutes and I will be right back." Ricky said before bolting out of the room like a bat out of hell.

While everyone was left baffled at his action, Ricky ran to the bathroom close to the hospital wing. There both of his simulacrum waited for him, the memories were quickly transferred to him before they disappeared.

On the floor laid a trunk, and according to his memories it was trunk with an undetected expansion charm, meaning it was bigger inside.

So the simulacrum separated everything before placing then inside, after opening the trunk he quickly went inside. Once there he loo kh ed at the neatly separated contents, on one side there was a pile of gold, next to it was oneof silver, what caught his eyes was an even bigger pile of bronze.

According to his memories the total amount turned out to be, fifty million galleons, thirty million sickles, and sixty eight million Knuts.

Looking away he caught sight of mountains of jewels, and other valuable items. A pile of wands, some broken other fully functional.

A pile of furniture bith broken others on their last legs, piles of brooms in the same state as well as a few other trunks.

Nodding his head he climbed out the trunk, shrunk it and walked into the still deserted hospital wing and took his travelling bag, before making his way back to professor Mcgonagall's office.

Upon walking in, he sat down and continued talking with the Potter's, then the professor asked a question.

 "So Mr. Potter did you leave your wizarding books in a muggle house when you were kicked out?"

"No," Ricky said. "My foster family burned them."

"Oh," McGonagall said, the surprise clear on her face, "did they happen to read them before they burned them?"

Ricky laughed, "Aside from the titles, no. The words magic, flying, and/or anything else abnormal was strictly forbidden."

Everyone in the room frowned at Ricky, but he saw understanding on McGonagall's face.

 "Your bouts of accidental magic must have been-"

"Rough," Ricky finished for her, "I mean I'm okay but I never, ever want to go back there."

"Unless you want to ride the train, Ricky," Fleamont began, "you can come home with Euphemia and me tonight. I will pick James up at the station tomorrow."

"I think I would like to go back with you tonight," Ricky said, relieved. "I think I have had enough of Hogwarts for the time being."

"Surely it wasn't that bad," Flitwick said lightly, "You were sorted into Ravenclaw after all."

James couldn't keep the grumpy expression off his face.

Euphemia smiled, "Ravenclaw, hear that sweety, a Ravenclaw."

Fleamont blinked but after a moment he laughed, "Oh my father is going to be perturbed and delighted. His wife, my mother was a Ravenclaw, you see, but typically any child who comes to Hogwarts with the last name Potter is guaranteed a spot in Gryffindor."

"The Sorting Hat said Gryffindor would be disastrous for me," Ricky said.

"Why?" James asked.

Ricky shrugged, but thought it might have something to do with the early stages of the war beginning with Slytherins versus Gryffindor.

"Oh Dad," James said suddenly, "Ricky was a hatstall."

"Really?" Fleamont asked, "That's rare."

Flitwick laughed, "It may be rare but almost half the number of people in this room were hatstalls."

McGonagall smiled, "I was almost sorted into Ravenclaw."

Flitwick smiled up at his much taller colleague, "And I was almost sorted into Gryffindor."

"Ricky?" James asked, "What house were you almost sorted into? Bet it was Ravenclaw because you read so much."

"Nope," Ricky said cheerfully, "the Sorting Hat was tempted to sort me into Slytherin, something about me being a Parselmouth."

Ricky wasn't sure that was the smartest thing to say but he thought it would be easier to keep his secrets about being from the future if he gave them flashy truths to obsess over instead.

Everyone in the room paled a bit.

Flitwick cleared her throat and asked nervously.

"You can talk to snakes?"

"Yep, Is that rare too?"

The adults were a little wary of this new development, each of them thinking that it best that the no one outside this room learns that in the shadow of the brewing war.

James looked like he was going to be sick.
"It is extremely rare," Flitwick said. "And usually hereditary but Herpo the Foul was born with it and he had no relation to Salazar Slytherin."

"Cool," Ricky said.

"Cool?" James repeated, "It isn't cool, Ricky, it is Dark Magic."

"Says who? Bring a me a book that says it is and I will recend, while we at it bring me a wizarding law book that says so to while we at it?." Shrugged Ricky

"Damn it Ricky it's dark magic everyone knows that" said Jane's nearly yelling.

"No, it isn't, James Fleamont Potter," Euphemia scolded. "It has a bad reputation but no, it is not a magick within the Dark Arts."

"But-"

"James, your mother is right," Fleamont said. "Now, it is getting quite late, I am sure you will be staying up late with your friends but I would like to get Rickyy settled at home before midnight."

After saying they're good byes they apparated, Ricky went side along with Fleamont to Potter Manor.

It wasn't huge but the grounds…Ricky felt the glamour barrier they walked through that would keep muggles away. 

They walked along a lantern lit path and most of the flowers were closed but others… Ricky had never been to the green houses at night and the night blooming flowers of the magical variety were breathtaking. Some of the flowers gave off their own light.

"Do you like them?" Euphemia asked him.

Ricky was a bit startled but smiled at her, "I love them. I've never seen plants like these."

Euphemia grinned, "They are all from my greenhouse. Pomona and I -Pomona Sprout, had a rivalry going when we were in school. We were in the same year, though I was in Ravenclaw, and we used to spend hours in the green houses after hours. Once we figured out how to breed them- well-"

Fleamont laughed, "Once they figured out how to breed plants they almost got themselves expelled on more than one occasion."

Ricky's eyes widened, "Why?"

"We created monster plants, invasive species, and," she laughed warmly, "and I think we will share some of my troublemaking years for another time."

Hedwig emerged from the shadows, swooping down to land on Ricky's shoulder.

"Hey there, Hedwig," Ricky greeted.

Fleamont gave the owl an odd look, "Did she know where you would be before you did? The flight from Hogwarts would take a few hours."

"Probably, Hedwig is the smartest avian you'll ever meet."

"She's lovely," Euphemia said.

Hedwig hooted her approval than took back off into the clear night sky, the large grounds and the gardens providing an excellent opportunity for prey.

The manor itself was old and small for what the term 'manor' usually implied. The ceilings were vaulted and windows took up most of the front of the house and the living room.

"Welcome home!" Fleamont holding the door opened wide for his wife and Ricky.

Ricky suddenly felt overwhelmed. Never in his life did he ever felt th his way, neither did Harry, nor Voldemort.

Home. the Harry side of him had given up hope on when Sirius had flown away on Buckbeak at the end of his third year.

And Voldemort had done so at the tender age of eight, after a particularly bad beating at the orphanage.

"There will be time to give you the grand tour when the sun is up, I think," Euphemia said, "but for now this way to your room."

His room.

They went up the steps and the manor had character and little wizard oddities such as railing that leaned into your touch, hallway lights that danced when someone walked under them, and a clock that told the time with a little sun moving over a map of Britain, casting real time shadows helping to show what time of day or night it wasn't as chaotic as the Weasley's house but not as 'civilized' as the Dursleys, but better than the Barack's. It was a place Ricky was hoping beyond hope that he could stay.

Ricky's room was a medium sized room with antique furniture, an empty bookshelf, and a queen sized bed. On the bed, there was a pair of pajamas.

"We can decorate the room however you like tomorrow and we will go to Diagon Alley to buy you clothes after we go pick up James," Fleamont said.

All Ricky could think to say was, "Thank you."

"We want you to feel welcome here, Ricky," Euphemia said, looking for his a reaction.

He smiled at her, and said again, "Thank you."
She smiled and then took a hesitant step towards him, "Good night, Ricky."

Ricky even more hesitantly stepped closer and offered her a hug.

Her arms were the safest place Ricky had ever known. Fleamont from behind his wife hugged both of them.

Surely, this is what home must feel like t
right? gosh since when did he become such an emotional wreck?

Not my novel I only uploaded it here for the purpose of listening to it on the audiobook feature.

The author is a student currently attending Notre Dame university, Screen name is Fleeceem44. He is part of a private chat group consisting of ppl whom try to combine they're favorite fanfiction novels into one while tweaking then a bit.

The credit goes to the original authors of the novels used, for this particular remix I want to give credit to 

Jacobapples who wrote the novel 'Broken reflections'
https://m.fanfiction.net/s/12977048/2/

ORFgrunt who wrote the novel 'Till the gates of hell'
https://m.fanfiction.net/s/11327757/1/Till-the-gates-of-hell

Wand description 
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Wood- Yew
Core- Dragon heartstring

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THESNAKE-HAIREDLADIES WEREstarting to annoy Percy.
They should have died three days ago when he dropped a crate of bowling balls on them at the Napa Bargain Mart. They should have died two
days ago when he ran over them with a police car in Martinez. They definitely should have died this morning when he cut off their heads in Tilden
Park.
No matter how many times Percy killed them and watched them crumble to powder, they just kept re-forming like large evil dust bunnies. He
couldn’t even seem to outrun them.
He reached the top of the hill and caught his breath. How long since he’d last killed them? Maybe two hours. They never seemed to stay dead
longer than that.
The past few days, he’d hardly slept. He’d eaten whatever he could scrounge—vending machine gummi bears, stale bagels, even a Jack in the
Crack burrito, which was a new personal low. His clothes were torn, burned, and splattered with monster slime.
He’d only survived this long because the two snake-haired-ladies—gorgons, they called themselves—couldn’t seem to kill him either. Their
claws didn’t cut his skin. Their teeth broke whenever they tried to bite him. But Percy couldn’t keep going much longer. Soon he’d collapse from
exhaustion, and then—as hard as he was to kill, he was pretty sure the gorgons would find a way.
Where to run?
He scanned his surroundings. Under different circumstances, he might’ve enjoyed the view. To his left, golden hills rolled inland, dotted with
lakes, woods, and a few herds of cows. To his right, the flatlands of Berkeley and Oakland marched west—a vast checkerboard of neighborhoods,
with several million people who probably did not want their morning interrupted by two monsters and a filthy demigod.
Farther west, San Francisco Bay glittered under a silvery haze. Past that, a wall of fog had swallowed most of San Francisco, leaving just the
tops of skyscrapers and the towers of the GoldenGate Bridge.
A vague sadness weighed on Percy’s chest. Something told him he’d been to San Francisco before. The city had some connection to
Annabeth—the only person he could remember from his past. His memory of her was frustratingly dim. The wolf had promised he would see her
again and regain his memory—if he succeeded in his journey.
Should he try to cross the bay?
It was tempting. He could feel the power of the ocean just over the horizon. Water always revived him. Salt water was the best. He’d discovered
that two days ago when he had strangled a sea monster in the Carquinez Strait. If he could reach the bay, he might be able to make a last stand.
Maybe he could even drown the gorgons. But the shore was at least two miles away. He’d have to cross an entire city.
He hesitated for another reason. The she-wolf Lupa had taught him to sharpen his senses—to trust the instincts that had been guiding him
south. His homing radar was tingling like crazy now. The end of his journey was close—almost right under his feet. But how could that be? There
was nothing on the hilltop.
The wind changed. Percy caught the sour scent of reptile. A hundred yards down the slope, something rustled through the woods—snapping
branches, crunching leaves, hissing.
Gorgons.
For the millionth time, Percy wished their noses weren’t so good. They had always said they could smell him because he was a demigod—the
half-blood son of some old Roman god. Percy had tried rolling in mud, splashing through creeks, even keeping air-freshener sticks in his pockets
so he’d have that new car smell; but apparently demigod stink was hard to mask.
He scrambled to the west side of the summit. It was too steep to descend. The slope plummeted eighty feet, straight to the roof of an apartment
complex built into the hillside. Fifty feet below that, a highway emerged from the hill’s base and wound its way toward Berkeley.
Great. No other way off the hill.

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.

Sirius Black was bored out of his mind. Since Voldemort's resurrection and turning The Black family home as The base of operations for The Order Of The Phoniex he thought that an all out war was going to break out but for whatever reason old Voldy had decided to hide away from the world, making no moves or power plays leaving The Order practically useless.

"If that is all for today that we are aj.." Ablus began to speak before a book serval inches thick fell on the table causing every wizard and witch to draw out their wands in preparation for an attack of some kind.

After a few seconds that felt more like hours Albus summoned the book towards him. he saw a note attached to the front. waving his wand over it, he fet no dark magic or I'll intention and lightly picked it and began reading.

/Good Morning Order Of The Phoniex, This interruption must have come as a surpise to you all but rest assured I meant you no harm. 

You must be wondering why a book has appeared in front of you all, well in case you have not read the title yet, it is a book about Harry James Potter but this unlike other books you have heard of,this is the genuine article./

some of the order members rose eyebrows at that claim of authenticity.

/It is a Book of his future.../ Albus continued drawing gasps from most of the occupants and a scoffs form others not believing it for a second. / I must tell you that dark times lay ahead...Darker then anyone had anticipated. now usually someone of my statue can not intervene in the natural course of the timeline but because of some loopholes I have found I was able to send you this "book" in order to help you. Please do not take this for granted it may be your only chance of survival.

Your,Kinda sorta friend./ Albus finished looking remarkable pensive. he began looking towards the books as The order members remained silent looking towards him. He waved his wand over the thick book muttering silently. After a minute he put down the book and sat down feeling slightly dizzy "It's real." he whispered and the dining room broke out in load chatter.

"so wait this book is really of the future Albus?" Mirvana questioned her leader who nodded his head. 

"Then what are we waiting for let's read it." Alastor "Mad Eye"Moody said ready to obtain whatever information he could glean from these books to help the war effort.

"wait, wait wait. Should we do this...I mean this is a book about Harry future or no wouldn't this be an invasion of privacy?" Fluer questions The order of the morality of reading the book.

"Harry would understand." Sirus responded gaining surpise and apllead looks from some of the people in the meeting. He rolled his eyes " Harry hates voldermort, hates all that he stands for, if this book can give us information on how to defeat him, how to save everyone and everything that we care about that he would not hesitate to open this book up and read it to the whole wizarding world." 

"Maybe we should contact him, ask for permission or whatever?" Nymphadora (Don't call her That) Tonks asked. Albus shook his head negatively " We can't, as soon as I touched  the book a powerful spell activated; A time dilation and force field, keeping us in and slowing down time to a great extent. It is impossible to contact Mr.Potter or anyone  at the moment." 

"Then their is no other choice but to read." Remus Lupin commented. Albus nodded his head and Read The Tile [Harry Potter:The War Mage] Sirus widen his eyes "War Mage." whispered to his friend and cousin.

[ A raven haired man with a semi decent beard covering the lower half of his face is seen wearing a hip length black trench coat and a black long sleeved shirt tucked into black combat pants and black steel toed combat boots. The man carried a silver sword made of the finest metals on his back ready to be drawn at any moment and In his left hand he held a wand of great and terrible power; known as the Elder Wand.]

Albus widen his eyes in surpise looking down At the wand he has carried since nineteen forty five when he had defeated a man he loved more then life itself.

[ Despite having one of the most powerful wands In all of existence, he does not drop his guard, he does not let the immense power he wields give him a false sense of security. Bright and Hard emerald eyes scan the desolates streets of was once a magic filled wonderland;Diagon Ally. He remembered when he was a boy and found out he wasn't alone in the world, that there were other like him.The joy he remembered feeling,All encompassing and never ending, now looking at this dull, liveless place only brings an indescribable ache in his heart.]

"I can't believe Diagon Ally is gone." Molly whispered in sadness wearing a face of depression mirror by most of the room.

[ As The man continues to walk slowly but purposely ready to deal with any enemy that comes his way, The scar that has haunted him for all his life; once small but has grown much bigger traveling through his eye and ending at his cheeckbone.]

"That's Harry?" Fluer questioned wondering what happened to his scar. 

Tonks felt bad for the guy. She knew how much he hated that scar, for it to cover a even larger portion of his face was a little bit cruel.

[He began to follow the familar pain emitting from his scar like a compass and soon he saw The monster that had ruined his life, ruined the world in front of him, kneeling at a mirror he remembers from so long ago;The Mirror of Erised.]

Albus Narrows his eyes at that, wondering why Tom has The Mirror knowing that at this moment is in secure vault at Gringotts.

[The man can see Voldemort carving runes around the mirror, not liking where this could be leading tries to enter the space but is rebuked by a magical force field. He sees the man look back towards him smirks he then turns back towards his work double his speed. 

The Man reaches for the Silver sword strapped on his back; Holding it in his right hand he begans to channel magic through it. The Sword begans to glow slightly green, Once his magic and will is firmly intertwined into the steel he swings it towards the magical field. He cannot slice completely through it but he manages a large enough cut that he can enter his wand arm and aim it at the ground where the runes lay shutting down the field keeping him at bay from his enemy.]

"I did not not know we could do that." Kingsley Shacklebot says in awe of what he had heard being described. Albus looks slightly shocked as well "it had been done before but the technique takes a superior control of magic and skill to do properly, and is mostly used by warriors that spends more time fighting physically then magically" Albus responded to the man. 

["did you really think that would stop me." The man asks the monster in barley human skin. his voice his gruff from unuse. Voldemort turns to look at his rival chuckling at the idotic question. 

"Of course not Harry." He responds shaking his head. "I just needed a minute." He smiles viciously like a beast ready to eat it's prey.

Harry not wanting to drag this out swings his sword and a burst of deadly magical energy busts from the blade aiming to take off Voldemort's head.]

"Shit that's possible?!" Tonks asks the Headmaster who for the first time in a long time is visibly shaken.

"I...um, yes yes. It's possible." Albus responds to the young women. "But it's almost ten times more difficult then the pervious technique shown and it takes an extremely powerful wizard to even attempt what Harry has done." Albus says gravely.

Sirus looks at the Headmaster In apprehension "Why?" He questions. Albus takes a moment to organize his thoughts " Because if done improbably then the magic user runs the risk of damaging their magical core and could render them a squib." This revelation causing every person in the dining hall eyes to widen.

[Voldemort in preparation whips out his wand redirecting the magical energy away from him and his little project. " tsk, tsk Mr. Potter didn't mommy ever teach you...oh wait I killed her." he laughs like a mad man.

For several minutes Harry and Voldemort dulled throwing spells at each other like mad men and turning the surrounding area into dust after serval minutes Voldemort unleashed Fiendfyre causing harry to enact a shield of tranfigued steel around his person to protect himself. After that Voldemort turned away from the man and walked towards the mirror he then began to speak.

"People think I feared Dumbledore." Voldemort  said. "I didn't. I was weary of his power of course, I would be an idiot if I wasn't but I did not fear the man. He was soft, Full of too much mercy and Compassion, whenever we dueled he never aim to kill, Why would i fear a man that I knew would never kill me, would never kill any of my subordinates. But you dear Harry are a diffrent beast all together." he says.]

The Hall was silent for a moment "did... did he just admit to being afraid of Harry" asked Fleur in awe.

["I have feared you since I had heard the first part of The Prophecy all those years ago and ever since then you have proven time and time again that I was right to fear you. you have thwarted me at ever single turn since you were eleven. No matter The challenges throw at you, you've overcome them at ever single turn. While Dumbledore refused to kill even my most disgusting of Deatheaters you slew them without mercy and without regret. when I summoned demons from depths of Hell  and conquered the world it was you that united what was left of humanity and brought me to my knees, if only for a short time and here you are again despite everything, despite being the only one fighting anymore, trying to stop me." He sighed in exhaustion " I'm done. you win. I give up. you can have this ash filled world. I'm going try again." he turned away from spectucal of his Fiendfyre burning his nemesis alive in that steel cage.]

"Wha..what does him mean try again."Charlie Weasley asked In fear. No one had any awnsers to tell him.

"Do..you think Harry will be alright?" Molly whispered to her husband tears rolling down her face.

"I like this boy." Alastor said causing everyone to look at him. "What he sounds like someone I can really get along with, he apparently fights Demons for gods sake and puts the fear in Voldemort I think I'm going to take him under my wing." that caused Tonks to widen her eyes in shock wondering if surpises would ever Cease.

[Harry has been gathering his magical energy focusing at the center of his being. He knew he only had one chance to dismiss the hell fire and if he didn't do it perfectly then he would be burned alive. he dismiss the shield protecting him and as the fire began rushing towards him he released the Pent up magical energy that became magical wind as it left his body in what amounted as a small hurricane.]

"What.The.Fuck." Bill uttered in shock and awe. which was reflected by everyone in the room. Alastor laughed in delight causing eyes to widen even futher " I don't think even you could do that Albus." who nodded in agreement.

[Harry turned towards the darklord commanding his magic to strengthen his muscle and bones making them creak in protest.]

Fluer couldn't believe what she was hearing. How did Harry learn to do this. She had heard of this technique from her grandmother but was never taught it in fear of crippling her.

[ "Goodbye Harry Potter, May you rot In the fiery deeps of Hell" Voldemort told the man and as he jumped through The Mirror of Erised began running at incredible speed. As Voldemort fully passed through The mirror  Harry was only a second behind falling through as well.]

As Albus finished reading the chapter, A bright light encompassed the room blinding The Order. Once the light died down Fred,George, Ron,Ginny, Hermione,Luna and Neville were on the seen on the ground, Dazed and Confused. As the stood up another letter appeared slowly falling into Dumbledore's hand.

during a meeting of the Order Of The Phoniex A book detailing the future of The Boy-Who-Lived and the challenges that he will face appears.

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CHAPTER SIXTEEN:


It was amazing how distracting such a revelation could be, Severus decided as he tried to pay attention to his class. He's straight; there's no point dwelling on someone you can't have, he told himself. He was married to Greengrass, for pity's sake! Even so his thoughts kept coming back to the laughing man with a single-mindedness that typically served him well but currently made him want to curse.


Scowling, he yanked Longbottom's arm away from the cauldron before he could add the sweetroot. "Your incompetence reaches new heights every time you step into this classroom, Longbottom," he sneered. "Or are you actually attempting to kill us all? Twenty points from Gryffindor," he hissed. "Add the hornbeam quickly, lest I give you a zero for yet another potion."


Sweeping on, he paused by Potter's table to inspect the potions of the Golden Trio. Granger's was near-perfect, of course; Potter's was acceptable, and Weasley seemed to be managing better than Longbottom, at least. "You will stay after class, Potter," he ordered spontaneously. "Although it appears that your lessons in remedial potions," he drawled, "are doing you some good, you still have a long way to go. Weasley, you will stay behind as well." Not waiting to see their reactions, he moved on to the next table.


OoOoO


"You wanted to speak with us, sir?" Severus looked up to see Potter and Weasley standing in front of his desk – Granger was, as expected, still slowly putting away her things.


"Granger, shut the door and join us," the Professor instructed, and waited until all three of them were in front of his desk before speaking. "You have learned the 'Abscondite' spell?" he checked, naming the spell the time traveler had taught the Order. At their nods he continued, "You will hide this conversation. Earlier this morning Mister Potter-Black and Professor Dumbledore went to destroy an artifact important to the Dark Lord; during this mission the Headmaster was struck by a curse that ensures a very painful death." None of the students seemed at all surprised, though Potter seemed to be wrestling with the fealty potion – he had been drugged most strongly, after all. "I managed to slow the exposure to the curse, and the Headmaster should enjoy another month of life before the curse kills him. I will arrange for a meeting within the month so that we may hear the Headmaster's instructions and plans." In other words, let's question him under Veritaserum, all three students understood, and satisfied smiles curved their lips.


"That is all."


"Thank you, Professor," Granger said, pulling out her wand. The two boys mimicked her movement, and soon all three had apparently successfully cast the 'Abscondite' spell.


"You wanted to speak with us, sir?" Potter asked, acting as though the conversation had never happened, and Severus nodded approvingly.


"I believe I will include Weasley in your remedial potions lessons, Potter," he sneered, "since his incompetence is even greater than yours. Granger, I do not remember asking you to stay behind," he shot her a sharp look.


"Ah – sorry, Professor," the girl stuttered, backing away and stuffing the last of her things into her bag. Watching her with sharp eyes, Severus informed the boys, "You will come to my office at the regular times. Dismissed."


"Sir-" Potter had the temerity to begin, and Severus's eyes snapped to him. The foolish Gryffindor ploughed on, however. "Shouldn't Neville join us too? I mean, he's even worse than Ron..."


"Longbottom is a hopeless case, Potter," Severus narrowed his eyes, "as I am sure you know. Do not question me again."


"Yes, sir," Potter replied stiffly.


"Leave." All three students scrambled to exit his classroom, and Severus waited until they had left before dropping his head into his hands. He had a headache.


OoOoO


By silent agreement the three friends spent the next lesson – History of Magic – reading the books Professor Snape had lent Harry. Ron was perfectly aware of the fact that Professor Snape would have absolutely no patience with him, and as the next lesson was the following evening he would do his very best to be prepared. The other students would be shocked to see Ron Weasley studiously reading a book that evening in the common room, but they'd probably assume that Hermione bullied him into it, so it was all good.


Harry, meanwhile, was struggling with conflicting emotions. One part of him was happy to hear of the Headmaster's injury, but another part of him screamed out that Professor Dumbledore didn't deserve to die; that he was a great man and that they needed him. Harry was sure that that voice came from the fealty potion he was apparently drugged with, but that made it no easier to combat. Eventually he gave up and concentrated fully on his book, resolving to ask Professor Snape for a potion or spell to get rid of the fealty potion.


Hermione was for once completely disregarding the ghost's lecture, focusing instead on the text on how to center yourself and calm your mind. She understood why Professor Snape couldn't teach her as well, and she knew that the boys would be of little help, so the books would have to do. Already she had a foot of notes; she had decided that the best way to learn this would be to treat it as a special assignment for a very strict teacher. Which it is, really, she smiled, jotting down another note.


OoOoO


Harry, meanwhile, was startled out of his thoughts by an owl tapping at the window. Letting the animal in, he relieved it of its burden, and noted with a grin that it was a letter from Gringotts. "Would you like some water?" he offered the animal, but it simply flew away. "Guess not, then."


Cracking the seal, Harry opened the scroll and read it quickly. Tucking it into his trouser pants, he downed the vial of Strengthening potion and slipped the vial of Blood-replenishing potion in beside the scroll. It was time to go to Gringotts.


OoOoO


Three hours later Harry reappeared in his living room and promptly collapsed to the ground, not even registering Dobby's words until a man's voice asked, "Potter, what the devil happened to you?", prompting a spike of pain to pierce Harry's skull.


"Motherfucking headache of all headaches," Harry slurred, feeling like his skull was shrinking, his brain expanding, and a thousand nails being rammed into his head. He was vaguely aware of strong hands rolling him over and wiping the blood from his forehead, hissing at the torn open scar. "You took the Blood-replenishing potion?" Harry wasn't sure whether he managed to reply or not, but then the voice said, "Drink this," and a vial was pressed to his lips. Doing his best to follow the order even as his head was splitting in two, Harry swallowed the potion – and slowly his headache seemed to dissipate, until it only felt like one nail was being nailed into his head, right where his lightning bolt scar was.


"Better?" the man asked, and Harry finally recognized Severus's voice.


"Only one nail now," he answered weakly – then everything went dark.

"I'll not be giving you any of my gold coins," I angrily bit out. Not allowing the little shit to talk, I snatch my Septim back and drop three more gold bars on the counter.








The resounding thump of the bars landing on the wood counter draws several eyes.








Despite these little thieves attempting to screw me over on my Septims, I still need Galleons. The price per gold bar does sound fair. I thought about selling the gold coins in the muggle market, but trying to find a buyer for over thirty thousand gold coins will draw unwanted attention. 

I don't want to get rid of all my Septims, you never know when non-magical gold coins could come in handy. I'll find a forge to melt down the Septims into gold bars.








Selling all four of my gold bars to the goblins, I end up with a hefty sum. Even after converting two thousand Galleons into British pounds, I still have slightly over 38,000 Galleons.



I purchased an enchanted money purse, called a mokeskin-pouch, from the short little crooks.



The mokeskin-pouch can only be accessed by me, preventing others from stealing the money I have stored in it. The magical wallet was a necessity. My pile of Galleons takes up an area larger than the amount of free space I have in my subspace.


Luckily, there was no issue with storing the filled mokeskin-pouch in my subspace. I can think of several ways to exploit this. I still have to test if time affects the things I have stored in my subspace.



Too bad I don't have a sweetroll.



Walking out of Gringotts, it's time to do some shopping. The first thing on my list is a new wardrobe. My current armor is enchanted to Oblivion and back, but it draws too much attention.




I want to blend in, but I don't know an Illusion spell to change the appearance of my cloths. Yet.




As I'm looking for Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions, I start to think about my armor's enchantments. Enchantments are another worry.




I only have twenty-seven filled soul gems and twenty empty ones. I don't know if I'll be able to fill the empty soul gems in this world, so I may be limited to only twenty-seven enchantments. I'll have to be selective about what I use them on until I confirm if I can fill the other twenty.


I do wonder if I can learn new enchantments from magical items here, cause I can think of a few I want. I also wonder if I'm restricted to only two enchantments per item?



Making a small enchanter's table won't be hard. I should be able to get everything right here in Diagon Alley.


 
I'm starting to regret having most of my character's items stored in his villa. Or I should say my villa. So many things that would have been useful, lost to me now.


Finally, finding the clothing shop, I hurriedly step inside the doorway. I was getting tired of all the people openly staring.



A squat, middle-aged woman wearing a fashionable mauve dress, quickly moved to greet me. With a warm smile, Madam Malkin cheerfully said, "Oh, come on in dear. What can I get you? We have a wide selection to pick from."


The next hour is a whirl of being measured and picking out fabric and colors. Despite Madam Malkin's customer service, I lost all desire for clothes shopping after the first fifteen minutes. 

Regardless of my lack of enthusiasm, I was able to walk out with several full sets of muggle and wizard attire. I even purchased an over-sized hooded robe, one that will fit over my armor.



It seems the wizarding fashion is roughly a century behind the muggle world. The muggle clothing leaned more towards the Gothic Victorian era three-piece suits than casual wear. The clothes remind me of what Lucius Malfoy wore in the moves. It's not a total loss. I was able to replace my loincloth and wool socks.



While I am not fond of the idea of shedding my armor, it's my jewelry that has the Health and Magicka enchantments.




At slightly over four-hundred Galleons, I now have my new wardrobe. Madam Malkin allows me to use one of her dressing rooms to change. I slip on a pair of black slacks and roll the sleeves of my dark dress shirt for a more modern look. My armor and new clothes take up the rest of the room in my subspace.



Stepping out of the chic clothing store, I'm now ready to find out what kind of crossover world this is. I quickly make my way back to The Leaky Cauldron. Before leaving the pub, I reserve a room for the night from Tom.



Once back on Charing Cross Road, I move next door to Quinto Bookshop & Francis Edward. There was a smell of old furniture about the place. The left side of the entrance was filled with antique furniture. On the right are several rows of short bookcases.




It doesn't take me long to find the section for non-fiction and biographies. Picking up a dense book on World War Two, I begin to scan for anything different from what I know from my previous life.




Less than a third of the way into the book, I freeze. Taking up half the page is a picture of a young Hugo Weaving in a Nazi uniform. The picture caption reads, 'Hydra leader, Johann Schmidt.'


Hydra?!

Holy shit, this is Marvel! Not just Marvel, but possibly the MCU! I'm in a Harry Potter and MCU crossover world!



Before my excitement gets too high, I start combing the shelves for more books. I am specifically looking for books on American history. Looking at American history will be easiest for me to compare what I know from my world, to this new one.




While things seem to be more in line with the books of Harry Potter, I want to confirm what kind of Marvel world this is. Is it the MCU or the comics or an alternate? Are there mutants in this world or any of the lesser-known comic heroes? Judging by the picture in the book being spot-on for Hugo Weaving, it's very likely to be the MCU. 

I continue scanning through the history book. Everything I read seems to match up with the Marvel movies. From a Chris Evans looking Captain American and the Howling Commandos, to Howard Stark's war contributions.




A sudden thought stops my search. While it's been years since I read the Harry Potter books, I've seen all the Marvel movies multiple times. Several only a few weeks before I was sent to this world!


Infinity Stones. The Ancient One. Wakanda. The Super-Soldier Serum. The list goes on and on. The only problem, the MCU doesn't have many events in the '90s. There is Captain Marvel in a few years, but other than that...


Wait. This is the summer of 1991! 

The Winter Soldier kills Howard Stark and his wife at the end of this year. He also steals five samples of Howard Stark's version of the Super Soldier Serum. A serum that gives the recipient more strength and agility than The Winter Soldier. 

The increased anger is a bit of an issue.


Standing in the middle of an old book shop, I begin to form a rough outline for a plan. Even in the MCU, magic is a fearsome weapon. The Ancient One defeated Hulk with one move.



However, one thing I learned from watching Hela in Thor Ragnarok, is one needs mobility and durability to gain the most from magic. Hell, Thanos might have avoided an ax to the chest if he attempted to dodge at the last second. Instead, he tried to throw magic against a weapon that was built to absorb it.

Plus, I need to become powerful enough to prevent Other Me from interfering with my life. His constant threats to destroy my soul, is a hell of an incentive to look into Soul Magic.

I might not be able to beat him, ever, but I might be able to prevent him from carrying out his threat to destroy my soul. 




With the making of a plan in place, I purchase several history books from the bookshop. 

Carrying my books in a plastic bag, I make my way back to The Leaky Cauldron. I throw the books in my room and put on a black robe.




Walking down Diagon Alley, I begin my search for a luggage shop. I found Stowe & Packers Magical Bags in Carkitt Market, a side street of Diagon Alley.



While the shop was packed with every kind of bag imaginable, their trunks were quite limited. I didn't ask, but I suspect the Ministry of Magic limits the amount of space an item can be expanded to. 

I settled on five large traveling trunks, each one has an interior space expanded to four times its size. The largest interior space available for sale. 

I opted not to have any additional spells added to the magical trunks. There really isn't any need for additional protections.



The trunks will fill up most of my subspace but will allow me to quadruple the amount I can store in it. A negative to using the trunks in my subspace, I have to remove the entire trunk, to extract its contents. For now, this is more than acceptable.




Once I learn the Undetectable Expansion Charm, I'll make my own trunks. Hopefully, ones with enough space to fit everything I could possibly want.



I had to ask the shop owner to check on a specialty trunk in the back of his store so he would stop following me. While he was gone, I quickly emptied my subspace into two of the trunks. It was amusing to see the confused look on his face when he returned to see the five trunks gone. I left the shop with five hundred fewer Galleons and five new expanded trunks in my subspace.




My next stop is only a few shops away from Gringotts. Flourish and Blotts. I intend to get every single textbook for Hogwarts, years one through seven. If possible, I'll purchase everything they have on advance magics as well. I need to learn these spells and see how they differ from the spells I know from Skyrim.




If I wanted to, I could cast every single spell from Skyrim without a wand or incantation. They seem to be deeply ingrained into my head. I might be able to learn the Harry Potter spells the same way I learned magic in High Rock and Skyrim.


Or it will be a completely different type of magic that requires a wand. Hopefully, I won't need to acquire a wand to initially learn each spell, and then slowly advance to chantless and wandless.


With any luck, my 'prodigious' magical ability will allow me to master the Hogwarts spells in very little time. Regardless, I still have a massive amount of studying to do if I plan to succeed.



As I step into Flourish and Blotts, I'm completely stunned. This place is ridiculous! The entire store is crammed pack with bookcases that stretch all the way to the ceiling. Many of the bookcases are curved or warped, making the aisles awkward to walk down.


There's only enough room between each aisle for a single person to squeeze through. From what I can see of the second level, it's just as cramped as the first floor.



Carefully shuffling around the wobbly stacks of books on the floor, I try to get a feel for the layout of the bookstore. It doesn't take me long to figure out I'll have to spend the rest of the day searching for the books I want. 

Forget that!


I move to a cleared area with a small cashier station. Behind the counter is a bored-looking young man wearing a brown vest with Flourish and Blotts embroidered on the chest.


Spotting me approaching, the young assistant puts on a fake smile and says, "Good afternoon and welcome to Flourish and Blotts. My name is George, how may I help you?"


Returning the fake smile, I say, "I'm a bit of a hurry. So, I'll pay you fifty Galleons if you can quickly gather my order." The fake smile drops from George's face, and greed quickly fills his eyes.



Playing on George's desire, I tell him, "I need a copy of every single Hogwarts textbook and the corresponding reference books. I'm even willing to pay an additional tip for more advanced fields. Such as occlumency, legilimens, apparition, dueling, and soul magic. I would be most appreciative of books not kept out on display."


The look of building greed suddenly halts at that last line. George appears to be hesitant as he does a quick glance towards the back of the store. Based on that look, I'm willing to bet there is something in the storage area not meant for public view.


To help sway his decision, I pull out a Galleon and rolling it across my knuckles. "Most appreciative," I tell the greedy assistant.


Vigorously nodding his head, George says, "I think we have a few books that will interest you, sir. Just give me a few minutes to gather everything up."


Without waiting for my reply, George is quickly moving around the store, waving his wand as he goes. With each wave of his wand, a new book flies off a shelf and lands on the counter.


I can't help but wonder about the spell George is casting. It appears to be a spell that levitates an object to a predetermined destination. I quickly lose interest in the spell and look towards the counter.

Looking at the forming towers of books, they appear to be the standard textbooks for Hogwarts. Every so often, a uniquely titled book will appear in the stack. '1001 Common Household Spells', 'Protection Charm Your Mind: A Practical Guide to Counter Legilimensy,' and several more.


It takes George less than fifteen minutes before several tall stacks of books are formed up on the counter. Briefly popping out from behind a bookcase, George calls out to me, "Let me just check something in the back. I'll be right back."


George returns, looking rather excited. In his hands are four dense books. "These are some of the books... The ministry frowns upon."


Taking the books from the excited young man, I scan the titles. 'The Power of Blood', 'Fundamental Rites', 'Pagan Rituals', and 'Apex'.


Three rituals books and a book on dueling... Perfect!

"These will do nicely," I tell the store clerk. I take out one-hundred Galleons and slide them across the counter to George. With a swipe of his hand, the small pile of Galleons disappear.


Turning to the stack of books on the counter, George begins to total my purchase with a satisfied smile on his face.



After adding all the books, the total rings upon the antique cash register. George stares at the number for a moment before he quietly stutters out, "Your total comes to 583 Galleons 4 Sickles and 2 Knuts."


I deposit six-hundred Galleons on the counter, and say, "Keep the change."


Withdrawing an empty trunk from my subspace, I use the Grand Telekinesis spell to send my purchase into the trunk. Placing the trunk back in my subspace, I head to The Leaky Cauldron. I have some reading to do.

A man pulled into the multiverse by a cosmic being, and made into the physical form of his Skyrim character.

Sent into a crossover universe of Harry Potter and the MCU, follow along as the newly formed Breton tries to gain the power to break free of the cosmic being.

*Disclaimer*
I do not own the rights to MCU, Harry Potter, or Skyrim. I own nothing.

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

A random soul following a fatal accident awakens in the fictional world of Harry Potter, with no recollection of his identity or familiar faces, how will he overcome the trials and tribulations he is to face while wearing the body of a recently deceased Harry Potter.

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

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