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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.

                                                                   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.
 
~
 
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.

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

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

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

"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.

*** 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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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.

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CHAPTER EIGHTY TWO:


After the trials of that day had ended Harry approached Amelia and Madam Longbottom where they stood at the floor of the courtroom; he would have liked to have Kingsley there as well, but he was overseeing the transport of the convicted criminals to Azkaban.


"Hi Amelia; Madam Longbottom," Harry greeted, receiving similar greetings in reply. "I just wanted to say that in the future it would be best if the Death Eater children of Hogwarts age or older were given notice so that they can attend the trials of their parents. It proves to them that their parents received fair trials and were justly convicted, as well as giving me the opportunity to speak with them directly after about the changes in their living circumstances. I was actually going to ask Kingsley about it, but he's already left, so…"


Amelia sighed, passing a hand over her eyes wearily. "Yes, you're right, of course. I'll make sure that any children are invited in the future. Are you alright to deal with Crabbe and Goyle yourself?" Their parents had just been tried and sentenced to Azkaban, and Harry knew that the two young children also practically orphaned this day were already at Black Manor, along with all the Death Eater children under Hogwarts age.


"I'll deal with it, don't worry," Harry nodded, adding another thing to his mental list of things to do. Checking his watch he excused himself, saying that he'd see them the next day for more trials and chuckling at Amelia's weary groan.


"I can still offer you a Dreamless Sleep Potion if you need it," he called back over his shoulder, and to his shock she flipped him the bird, sending him into helpless laughter as he left the courtroom.


Instead of apparating back to Hogwarts Harry headed for Madam Tinkleweather's shop, relieved when he found that she hadn't closed for the day yet. Entering, he found her at the front desk drawing some sketches.


"Ah, Lord Potter-Black!" the woman greeted him pleasantly when she looked up at her customer. "Welcome back! How are the uniforms? Did you get the hat and shoes for Dobby and Winky?"


"The uniforms are great," Harry replied laughingly, "and yes, we got the hat and shoes! The milliner was pretty unpleasant, unfortunately, but Dobby loves his hat so it was worth it."


Madam Tinkleweather frowned slightly. "Unpleasant in what way?"


"Ah, he didn't seem to agree with my political views," Harry brushed off her concern. "It's not really a problem, and I need some more hats, so unless you can recommend another milliner..?"


"I'm afraid not," the woman replied, her concerned frown remaining. "But you said you need more hats? I assume that means you're here for more outfits as well?" She seemed quite happy at the thought, and Harry laughed again.


"As a matter of fact, I am! I have a list here," he pulled the parchment out of his pocket, "of all the house elves I suddenly find in my care. It turns out that I claimed them as well when I declared right of conquest," he grimaced at her, placing the smoothed-out parchment on the desk.


"Oh my," the tailor breathed upon seeing the numbers involved. "Whatever are you going to do with all these house elves?" she looked up at him with wide eyes.


Harry sighed. "Well, some of them I've already found other masters for, as you can see, and I do have an awful lot of properties now that need taking care of, but I was thinking that house elves that would like to cook or take care of children could work for other families, earning money that way but with me as the only person who can give them direct orders. It should protect them, let them work the way they'd like to, and earn them some money, which are all good things in my book." A thought occurred to him and he looked over at the tailor with a grin. "You wouldn't happen to need some help here, would you?"


Madam Tinkleweather laughed delightedly. "I'll have to consider it if you keep giving me so much work, Lord Potter-Black! I hear that you're raising a whole bunch of children..?"


It was Harry's turn to laugh. "Good point – I'll see if any of the elves are interested in making clothing. Isn't that a good trick, a house elf creating clothing when to give it clothing is the traditional way to release one from service?" Both of them grinned at each other, in full accord on this point. "Let's just ask one right now, and then you have some choice in the matter." Plugging his ears and giving the tailor a look suggesting she do the same, he called for the Potter elves, remembering that there had been at least one there that had seemed particularly delighted at the thought of getting a uniform.


"Yes, Master Harry?" all the Potter elves chorused, and Harry unplugged his ears with a long look at the tailor that had her laughing in dismayed understanding.


"Hi all," Harry said, crouching once more to be on their level, his knees protesting. "This is Madam Tinkleweather, the tailor who'll be making the uniforms for you."


"Hello, everyone," the woman greeted, and the fact that she went to her knees beside Harry only made his respect for her grow. "I'm looking for an assistant or two to help me create your outfits, and Lord Potter-Black was so kind to point out that one of you might be interested. Do any of you particularly enjoy sewing, and are interested in creating clothing?" As soon as she said the last word she realized that she had erred, but even so a house elf immediately bounded forward, dragging an identical elf – her twin, Harry knew – by the wrist.


"We is interested!" the elf exclaimed excitedly, big eyes shining. "I is loving to sew, and Mick is always dressing former young Master!"


"That sounds wonderful," Madam Tinkleweather replied good-naturedly, turning to the second elf, who looked somewhat reluctant. "Your sister sounds quite enthusiastic, but you don't look too keen. Would you rather not work with me?"


The house elf bit his lip and gave Harry an uncertain look. "Mick is not wishing to leave Master Harry," he admitted softly, and his sister, Nick, turned on him with an upset expression.


"Master Harry is not making us leave!" the elf protested. "He is letting us work for others, you is hearing him say so earlier!"


"She's right, Mick," Harry said gently, reaching out to the house elf and touching him lightly on the arm. "You'll still be a Potter elf, but here's an opportunity for you to work with clothing if that's what you'd like to do. Madam Tinkleweather would pay you both, and you'd get the opportunity to create clothing for children and house elves, sewing and maybe even designing if you're good at it. If you're not interested you don't have to, mind. It's your choice to make."


"Absolutely," the children's tailor agreed with him. "However, part of your wages would of course go to Lord Potter-Black as your Master, and you'd have to wear a uniform more like mine than the ones Winky and Dobby wear. What do you think?"


Nick appeared all but ready to launch herself at Harry and Madam Tinkleweather for a hug, but restrained herself as she anxiously watched her twin brother consider the first big choice he'd ever had to make.


"You're welcome to quit whenever you want," Madam Tinkleweather pointed out softly, and that seemed to decide the elf.


"Mick would be liking to work for Madam Tinkles," the elf said quietly but resolutely, and the two humans found themselves smiling widely as Nick wrapped her brother in an exuberant hug.


"Alright," Harry said to the two elves with a smile, "That means Madam Tinkleweather is your boss now. Let's give it a trial week and if by the end of the week you're all happy working together we can draw up a contract so that it's all nice and formal. You open shop at 9 AM?" he asked the tailor, and she confirmed that she came to the store at around 8:30 to prepare in the mornings. Turning back to the elves Harry instructed them, "Come here tomorrow morning at a quarter to nine – can you tell time? Yes? Great. So, come here to meet Madam Tinkleweather tomorrow at a quarter to nine, and she'll get you started. Alright?"


The elves nodded promptly, Mick seeming to start catching Nick's enthusiasm, and Harry told the group of elves that they could go again, hurriedly covering his ears before they popped out. Exhaling he stood and offered his companion a hand up that she took but didn't need. "There we go, then – two assistants! I do hope it works out well."


"I think it will," the woman replied with a secret smile. "I do think it will." Shaking her head slightly she walked back behind the desk and picked up the parchment, perusing it another time. "Then that means two Potter elves that will need a different uniform," she said, making a note on the parchment, "and I have a few questions about these other house elves," she pointed at the list of unbonded elves with her quill. "I can find out the Weasley colors easily enough for this one – Jirplump, is it? Why do house elves often have such strange names?" she mused to herself. "But it might be best if you send the other elves and their new masters to me to discuss uniform options. You made a note here that this Radley is to be the younger Potter's bodyguard, and a bellhop costume is hardly appropriate then. No, it truly is best if you send them to me once they're bonded," the tailor informed him with an upward glance at him.


"That sounds good to me," Harry agreed. "I'm sorry to give you so much work at once…"


"Not to worry," Madam Tinkleweather brushed it off, "It's great business, and I haven't quite decided yet whether to give you a discount for commissioning so many or raise the price for the amount of work it is…"


"Raise the price," Harry said promptly. "I can afford it, and you've been a huge help. You can be sure that I'll bring the children to you when they need clothes," he smiled at her, and she smiled right back.


"You're a good sort, you are," she said fondly. "Off you go, then – I have work to do, and I'm fairly certain that you've got more important things to deal with than house elf costumes!"


"Not more important," Harry disagreed, "but yes, there are things I should be doing. Good luck with the two elves tomorrow!" With a wave he left, disapparating from outside the shop and heading up the path to Hogwarts, keeping a weather eye out for possible attackers along the way. After all, there was no point in getting a bodyguard of his own when he was more dangerous on his own and had a couple dozen protective house elves at his beck and call.

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