Rebooted as "Harry Potter Transmigration"


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

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

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

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

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

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

Harry Potter was not a normal boy, far from it and he was reminded of it every day by his relatives, as he was in their words, 'A Freak'.

Harry did everything hoping for some recognition, hoping to please his relatives for them to treat him like something.

Our story starts on new years day when Harry was left alone when his relatives went out to a new years party, he was finished his chores early so he decided that it wouldn't hurt to try out his cousins new game console. Hours passed without him realising it and he turned around because of the door being slammed open, "BOY! What are you doing?!".

Vernon was angry, his purple face filled with rage, Harry was shocked silent. "Nothing to say for yourself Huh?!, Wait right here!." While Vernon wasnt screaming anymore, the smirk on his face told harry differently.

A mere minute later, you could hear Vernons legs stomping up the stairs.

"Vernon?" Came the sleepy voice of his aunt. "Come to bed, Its 4am".

"Not yet honey, I have a freak to discipline" He responded and walked back into the room and Harry's heart fell after seeing what his uncle was holding, A Metal Bat.

What happened next was the greatest pain Harry felt in his entire life and it lasted for about an hour, and after it ended Vernon threw the bloody mess of his nephew into the cupboard.

(The Next Morning)

Harry woke up roughly as he was in an uncomfortable position after his uncle threw him in the cupboard, as he opened his eyes a two blue screens popped up in front of him.

Initializing, Standby...
Scanning Subject... Subject Identified
Harry James Potter.

Ritual Enhancement...
Scanning... Scan Complete.
+200 Luck, Perk Gained! [The Gamer]
Perk Gained! [Lily's Protection].

Initializing Gamer Installation...
Installation Complete!
Upgrading Subject Harry Potter To Gamers Body...
Upgrade Complete!
New Perk! [Gamers Body]
New Perk! [Gamers Mind]
Uploading HUD.. Upload Complete!
Scanning Subject For Traits...
Scan Comlete!

[Inherit Abilities]
Born Wisard,
Parseltongue (Genetic Mutation),
Lightning Affinity,
Air Affinity,
Animagus.

Converting Players Attributes To Base Form.... Complete!
Available Perk Points : 5
Available Attribute Points : 25
Available Skill Points : 10

ERROR: World Tree Data Corruption..
Attempting Fix.... Fix Failed!
ERROR
Erasing, [Elemental Bending], [X Mutation], [Catch 'Em All], [VR: Sword Art], [DxD: Highschool], [NarutoVerse].
ERROR
Fix Ongoing...

Uploading Welcome Screen...
Upload Complete!
Language Selection: English
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Welcome To The Game
Harry James Potter
Please Press [Continue]
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As Harry sat upright he stared at the screen then pinched him self, confirming this wasnt a dream. Carefully, as if the screen could bite his hand off at any second he tapped continue.

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You Have Slept In Your 'Bed?'
HP, CP and MP Have Been Fully Restored.
All Negative Status Effects Have Been Cured.
-

If anyone else saw Harry they would see him staring off into space, but Harry was actually trying to remember what happened the previous night.

As the memories eventually came to him he looked at the screen in front of him that was an awful lot like the screens he would see in Dudleys games.


Contemplating with himself, he eventually gave up and called out "Status" just hoping for something to happen. So naturally when a screen popped up he was extremely surprised.

Harry James Potter, Age: 7
Title - The Boy Who Lived
Race: Wizard
Status: Alive
Affiliation: Self
Occupation: The Gamer (Lvl. 1/8)

Level - 1 (0/50 Xp)
Hp - 1000/1000 (- 10/minute)
Mp - 500 (- 5/minute)

(Strength)Str - 5 (-3) 2
(Dexterity)Dex - 5 (-3) 2
(Vitality)Vit - 5 (-3) 2
(Endurance)End - 5 (-3) 2
(Intelligence)Int - 10
(Wisdom)Wis - 10
(Luck)Luk - 189
(Defence)Def - 5 (-3) 2
(Charisma)Cha - 5 (-10) -5

Points Available - 25
Perk Points - 5
Skill Points - 25

G0S0K0
Pound - 0

As he looked at his status he heard banging on the door, accompanied by a "Wake up freak!". As he opened the door he accidentally swiped his hand through the screen, thus dispersing it.

As he moved the stool over to the stove, a screen popped up which made him jump.

[Quest Alert!]

Breakfast Dash!
The Dursleys are hungry!
Prepare food for them, quickly!

Objective
13 Sausages
13 Bacon
12 Scrambled Eggs
10 Pieces Of Toast
1 Glass Of Apple Juice
2 Black Coffees

Side Objective
Get Cooking Skill To Level 5

Hidden Objective
?

Duration
2 Hours, 30 Minutes.

Reward
+100Xp
+10 Rep With The Dursleys
5$

Side Objective Reward
Skill Book: Heal
+100Xp
10$

Hidden Objective Reward
?
?
?

Failure
Beaten With A Bat.
Locked Away With No Food For The Week.
-100 Rep With The Dursleys.


Harry just looked at the screen and decided it was best to do as it said, especially with the failure option of that.

As he was cooking he accidentally burnt the toast and it looked as if it was turned into data and it disappeared, as he saw that he started freaking out only to notice it was back to where it was before he started cooking it and wondered what happened and continued cooking, a few minutes later he got a new skill popped up.


[Skill Gained!]

(Passive) Cooking
Level - 1
Anyone Can Cook!
Well... Most Can! And That Include You!
This Represents Your Ability To Cook Good Food!

15% Chance To Not Burn Your Food
55% Ingredients Wasted
Food Is Cooked 5% Faster

As he read his new skill he got a little pissed, he was doing this all his life only for it all to be reset in one night, after a few minutes of glaring he finally sighed and started cooking again and two hours later he had finished cooking and gained 7 levels on his cooking skill, he had 30 minutes left so he decided make some toast for himself.

A few minutes later he walked to the table, dodging Dudleys leg, and gave them all their food.

[You Have Completed A Quest!]

Breakfast Dash!
The Dursleys Are Hungry!
Make Food For Them Quickly!

Objective (Complete!)
13 Sausages
13 Bacon
12 Scrambled Eggs
10 Pieces Of Toast
1 Glass Of Apple Juice
2 Black Coffees

Side Objective (Complete!)
Get Cooking Skill To Level 5

Hidden Objective (Complete!)
Make Yourself Food

Objective Reward
+100Xp
+10 Rep With The Dursleys
5$

Side Objective Reward
Skill Book: Heal
+100Xp
10$

Hidden Objective Reward
10 Levels To [Cooking] Skill
Skill Book: Observe
500Xp
20$
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Level Up 1-4
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"Boy!, Ms. Figgs is too sick to mind you today, so we want you to do your chores, then out of the house" Vernon started off. Harry didn't bother answering he just turned and left, As Harry sat in his cupboard he started wondering what it would be like to have not stayed with the Dursleys, only to be knocked out of his musings by a *Ping!*

[Quest Alert!]

Run, Bitch, Run!
You Are Sick And Tired Of The Dursleys, So You Decided To Run Away!

Objective
Run Away From The Dursleys

Side Objective
Steal Anything Useful

Hidden Objective
?

Failure
Death

Y/N
-

As Harry saw that he froze, wondering why he didnt think of that before. As he looked at the screen he carefully brought his hand over to the screen and pressed on Yes. Once the screen popped away it left Harry realising what type of quest he accepted, I mean the failure is DEATH!

A few minutes later Harry heard the front door slam shut which he knew was their way of saying 'Get To Work!', As he crawled out of his closet he quickly went to the fridge and took out all the food that didnt need to be cooked (Bread, Cake, Milk, E.c.t) and came to a problem, he couldn't carry all of it.

As he started brainstorming he remembered that in Might and Magic 2, characters had an inventory that could hold their items. As he called out "Inventory" a screen popped up with him on the right and his clothes in little slots beside his character, on his left was lots of boxes with three boxes occupied, as he looked at the occupied boxes he recognised the three of them as a photo and two books.

He quickly grabbed the picture from his inventory and saw it was a grown man and a grown woman waving at him with a baby in between them, he stared at the picture and saw a water drop fall on it, making it damp and realised he was crying. He quickly wiped his tears away and stood up, he then put the picture back into his inventory, along with all the food he had.

He stood up and took out the two books from his inventory and as he brought them out two screens popped up.

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Would You Like To Learn [Heal]?

Y/N
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Would You Like To Learn [Observe]?

Y/N
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As Harry tapped Yes on both of them new screens popped up.

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(Active) [Heal] Lvl. 1
A Basic Utility Spell For Anyone Wanting To Learn Healing.

100MP Per 100HP
500MP Per Status Effect
-

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(Active) [Ovserve] Lvl. 1
This Skill Alows User To See Targets Information.
It's Current Level Only Allows User To See Max Hp And Mp

1MP Per Use
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Harry quickly grabbed all the money in Dudleys money box and all the money in his Aunt and Uncles Drawers. He then ran out of the house into a forest only for a screen to pop up.



You Have Entered An Instant Dungeon!

Dungeons are places where reality shifts and the only people that should be there are you and the enemy.

There are many kind of dungeons but this one is called a field dungeon.
No deep dark caves or mighty towers for you to explore, just the beautiful land before you.
-

[Quest Alert!]

Dungeons 101
You've entered your first dungeon!
Escape with your life!

Objective
Defeat All Mobs
Defeat The Boss

Rewards
Experience
?
?
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Harry Has Been Beaten For The Last Time, He Has Been Enabled A Power By His Parents Blessings And Now Has Them Helping Him Along The Way.
He Can Now Use Powers Randomly Selected From Other Worlds.

[Game Start!]

(I dont own any pictures or Harry Potter, I will probably use some other fanfiction Ideas bc I'm unoriginal.)

(Also Note: This Is Heavily Based Off Of Other Harry Potter fan fictions I Think Are
 Good So Call me a copy if you want I will just say that it's TRUE)

(Also Also Note: This May be Based off Other Fanfictions But It Has My Own Twist on it at points soooooo Yea F Off)

The author has written 7 stories ranging from fandoms of Harry Potter, Naruto to Bleach and X-overs with MCU and StarWars. Though none have been published as of 21 Aug 2019, they will be posted here during the year '20.

About Me:

1. Name - NeatStuff. Seems as good as any considering its what my mother always said my handwriting was.

2. Age - Somewhere between ten to thirty.

3. Occupation - Student/Teacher/Intern etc.

4. Publications - None (as of yet) [can't lose hope]

Fanfictions I read-

Anime/Manga

1. Naruto

2. Bleach

3. FairyTail

4. HighSchool DXD

Books

1. Harry Potter

2. Inheritance Cycle

3. Hobbit

4. The Lord of the Rings

5. The Lorien Legacies

6. Percy Jackson Series

TV Series/Movies

1. Supernatural

2. Arrow

3. Smallville

4. Grimm

What do I write?

- Mostly any genre based on a series/manga/movie that I like and prefer to indulge in.

- Main fandoms that I like and have written:

1. Harry Potter

2. Naruto

3. HP & Naruto X-overs with MCU specifically with Avengers, Star wars, Inheritance cycle, LOTR etc.

- Relationships that I prefer in my stories:

1. Harry/Hermione & Lunar Harmony

2. Harry/Multi - Daphne/Tracy/Ginny/Tonks/Hermione/Luna, you get the picture.

3. Harry/Mature - Amelia Bones/Narcissa/Bellatrix/Rita Skeeter etc.

4. Naruto/Hinata

5. Naruto/Multi - Anko/Hinata/Yugao/Ino/Fuu etc.

Usual Story Tone- My stories generally adheres to a strict Mature(M) rating as defined by the admins here, which means that graphic violence is kept at a reasonable level and no explicit sex scenes are involved just merely hinted at and sometimes gotten close to.

What I don't write?

- Slash M/M

- Major Character deaths

- Mpreg

- Yaoi/Standalone-Yuri

- The main character's changed gender

Works in Progress-

# Harry Potter - The Veiled Vestiges - An AU/EWE story involving time-travel and several attempts to wrench it off the usual track of clichē. Smarter Harry! Politically Savvy Harry! Powerful Harry!

(I have written near about 15 chapters for this fic. It is near completion as far as the rough drafts are concerned and after reviewing I will begin posting here soon.)

# The Veiled Vestiges - Last of his kind - AU story. HP marvel crossover with marvel cinematic universe elements and some comics stuff added in. Smart Harry! Resourceful Harry!

(I have written 6 chapters in total and have started posting since Dec '19)

# The Veiled Vestiges - Istari Chronicles - A Harry Potter and LOTR crossover.

# Emissaries of Angvard - A Harry Potter and Inheritance Cycle crossover.

# The Grimm Tales - A Harry Potter and Grimm(Tv series) crossover.

# Bleach - The Last Shinigami - An AU of Bleach. Bleach Time-Travel fanfic. Incredibly Powerful Ichigo.

# Naruto - Kakusera Konseki - An AU of Narutoverse. Naruto Time-Travel fanfic. Smarter Naruto! Strong Naruto!

(The last two fics are still in their infancy. I have completed 10 chapters so far and I am not happy with some of them. A revision would likely be my next step regarding this story.)

Some other works are also under progress but I will leave them be for now considering they are out of my hand and being beta'ed by some of my usual readers.

Miscellaneous Stuff-

- I have no policy on how you choose to critique me. Do so at your leisure and pleasure.

- I do not claim to be a professional writer but I have come a long way from being a bumbling idiot who wrote for fun to a moderately good enough writer, though, I still write for fun.

- I have taken up writing because I was sick and tired of seeing awesome stories go to tits up.

Standard Disclaimer-

These are works of purely speculative fiction. It is not intended to infringe on any rights by and of the companies and/or individuals involved in the production of any series mentioned here. The characters involved are the intellectual property of their respective authors except for the ones that are listed as an OC which are mine.

Twenty-three elves were quite a bit more than he thought Boppy would find, Chad thought he would return with only three or four. Still, the more, the merrier as they say. The only problem would be if he could bond them all.

"Umm, Boppy? Can I sustain bonds with all of them? Will I have enough magic?"

Boppy looked at his Master as if he had been dropped on his head, maybe that curse scar was affecting him more than he thought. Then again, his Master was still very young, he could not be expected to be smart all the time! Boppy would have to be the best head elf to help his Master be the greatest wizard ever!

"Master, there is no measurable amount of your magic. You don't start with ten magic and then use three magic to cast a spell. House-elves bond with a wizard so they can unlock their magic, and live. Free house-elves can only use basic elf magic to survive until they find a new master, if they don't, they slowly die. We don't take your magic, but you might feel tired afterwards because you are young, and multiple bonds will tax your mind."

Was Boppy perhaps a genius elf? Not only was his English pretty fluent, but he could articulate his thoughts quite well. Was Dobby just a moron? Or did the many blows to the head he received in punishments do lasting damage? Either way, smart minions were welcomed as far as Chad was concerned.

"I see, thanks for letting me know Boppy, you are a good head elf!" Praised Chad.

Twenty minutes later and he was surrounded by tearful, yet thrilled Potter house-elves. They were bouncing around excitedly, worshipping their new Master with a zealousness seen only in religious fanatics. Imagine the damage Muslim extremists could do with elf suicide bombers!

No, Chad would not be squandering such devoted servants with suicide attacks, even the foolish death eaters weren't that retarded. You would have to be insane to waste the devotion of your minions in such an absurd way. Surely they could just drop the bomb and walk away? Why have someone, that is so devoted to you that they are willing to die for you, kill themselves with your enemies?

Chad was pretty tired. The bonding process had been easy, but after a while, he felt like he needed to lay down for a sleep. Since he had nothing but time, he thought he might as well, nothing urgent needed his attention. But while he was napping, he would have the new elves catalogue everything in his vaults, better to be safe than sorry.

"Potter house-elves! My head elf Boppy has already explained that I have many enemies, so you will have to keep who you work for a secret. Tomorrow I will be revealing my future goals and how you, my house-elves, will help me achieve them. But for today, I need you to make a list of everything my three vaults contain. We won't know what is missing if we don't know what is there originally."

With a few more words of encouragement, Chad went to sleep.

The next morning, Boppy popped in to give him a report. It was surprisingly comprehensive and readable, who knew house-elves had such neat handwriting! Chad had to suffer through constant fussing over from Petunia after the elves left yesterday, he should have had them take him with them! Although he had to admit, she was a rather caring mother, if she didn't think you were a magical freak.

The list was a pleasant reminder of how things had already detoured from cannon. In the original Harry Potter, Dumbles had all three keys and access to two of them to fund his operations. The main Potter vault required a key and blood identification to open, so unless he brought Harry along, that had always been denied to him.

Still, Lily's and his trust vault would have supplied all the funds he needed as they were quite wealthy.

- Trust vault  (10,000 Gallons a year on his birthday.)
Current amount - 10,000

-Lily Evans Vault
Current amount - 82,700

It was a shame that there was nothing else other than money in her vault, but beggars can't be choosers. The storage room that Boppy made under Godric's Hollow should contain her valuable possessions and books. He was curious about how she amassed over 400,000 pounds, but it's not hard to make money with magic and half a brain.

The Potter vault was a bit more interesting. When Potter Manor was destroyed, everything undamaged was stored there for safekeeping until it could be rebuilt. Unfortunately, every Potter except for Harry was killed.

- Potter Vault
Current amount - 9,870,462
319 Books
102 weapons and armour (mostly decoration)
Furniture
Paintings 

Chad wondered why all the money was in Galleons until he realised that they would have had smaller currency exchanged before depositing it. Why would you store Knuts when you could change them into shiny gold coins? Well, unless you were the Weasleys. 

When Molly went to withdraw money for school supplies, there was a total of 1 Galleon and 58 Sickles. Now that is poor, the bank fees would be costing her more than she was ever going to put in there. Hell, she couldn't even buy Ron a new wand for 7 Galleons!

Anyway, Chad would have to make a trip to the Gringotts when everything quieted down. There was no rush as fees for vaults were issued on the 1st of January, so he had a few months before he was charged. Even though he was a millionaire now, he was still not going to pay for three vaults. Chad was a tight-arse unless it involved alcohol.

Now with a detailed list of his vaults, that only left Godric's Hollow. He sent Boppy off with the same task, but this time to bring back all books on mind magic, wizard law and pureblood ancestry. The pureblood ancestry books were simply to satisfy his curiosity and plan out his list of enemies. If they couldn't find any there, then pick them up from the Bank, there were several items on the list that looked like they fit the bill.

He would also need to pay attention to the Wizenmagot and see who walked free with bullshit reasons. Chad had a few plans brewing, but a lot of them relied on exploiting wizarding law. From what was portrayed in the books, the Ministry and Wizenmagot was a joke and shouldn't take too much effort to abuse for his benefit.

Tom Riddle really went about taking over the wrong way. Unfortunately, he never stood a chance, as he realised too late that he had been dancing to the real Dark Lords tune. He was only a puppet playing at being a Dark Lord, prepared for the job since he started Hogwarts. As smart as he was, he still missed that he was groomed to be sacrificed to solidify Dumbledore's image as the leader of the light.

It was nearly even the same regimen that was used to groom Harry Potter. Stuck in an abusive situation that Dumbledore wanted to help fix but was unable. Withhold important information, guided to the restricted section of the library to seek answers and for power. The kindly advisor that helped smooth over any problems that arose.

It was really sickening to watch when you knew what was happening, it was eerily similar to paedophiles grooming children. The fact that Dumbledore was gay and knew how to wipe memories gave Chad goosebumps, he would definitely have to set up his house-elves guard plan sooner rather than later!

Boppy appeared holding Chad's solution to future power, books on mind magic. The other subjects could wait until he had the basics down. After all, Occlumency was the key to unlocking eidetic memory. This would make learning everything else much quicker and with better results.

Occlumency was always neglected by today's wizarding world, and if it was ever learnt, it was only to combat Legilimency. They somehow forgot that it was mastering your emotions and memories, not just putting up mental barriers. For a magic system that effectively operated from willpower and was strengthened by emotion, it seemed rather idiotic not to learn and master Occlumency.

The ability to organise memories so that they could be recalled immediately was the dream of every academic. Chad had been pretty lazy in school, much preferring to play instead of learning. But once you are older, you regret not learning more as a child. 

Although it doesn't affect you much, another language, advanced mathematics, science or computer skills are always handy to have. Since Chad had already lived to regret not learning when he had the chance, now armed with a magical way to memorise everything, he was going to be king of the nerds! This wasn't even factoring in the things he could do if he also masted Legilimency!

By the time Chad reached Hogwarts, he would make Professor X look like a slack-jawed yokel that hadn't studied past kindergarten.

R.O.B was tired of reading about how Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore was the greatest wizard of all time and how he craps rainbows. 

He wanted to tear off the facade so that Dark Lord Dumbles is exposed for the villain he really is. To do so, he enlists the help of a like-minded geek and throws him into the body of baby Harry Potter when he was struck with the killing curse.


Started writing this for the Harry Potter Fanfic contest. Came third, had a cry, and now write between this and my TDG fanfic.


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A Harry Potter SI fanfiction.


Obviously, this is a fan-fiction with systems or ideas from other novels, so credit goes to original authors. Also, this is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

*** 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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The rays of the morning sun slowly approaching the sleeping figure of a young child, nestled in a blanket as he face furrowed. Perspiration's heavy as he turned when suddenly "AAAH!!" His scream reverberated through the house.

 His breathing as quick as his head snapping to take in every corner of his surrounding, slowly his breathing calmed down 'its just a dream, it's just a dream'. Words he repeated in his mind as he remembered the last moments of his previous life. 

 Tears threatened to pour down his face as he remembers all that he left behind, the wife that he doesn't remember, the parents and friends all but blurry faces, nameless.

 Hurried footsteps could be heard as Matthew cane rushing down the stairs "what's wrong?!", blazing into the lounge with a cricket bat he scanned his surroundings looking for a threat. Clearly just woken up as his bed hair and pyjamas were scruffy, and seeing no further threats he focuses on the child in front of him "are you ok?", Harry nods "it was just a nightmare... a realistic nightmare" his voice sounding tired, with a weight way too much for one his age.

 "Do you want to talk about it?" Matthew asks, genuine concern in his voice but Harry declines "it's alright, I'll be fine". Matthew finally sits down in the same seat he took the previous night, "seems like you've woken up the entire neighbourhood you did" a chuckle escapes him, this proved slightly infectious as Harry scoffs but a trace of a smile on his lips. 

 "They were up anyway" "it's 6:30am, not sure who's up at this time" but Harry shrugs and lays back down with an arm over his eyes. "If you want to talk about anything I'm here" Matthew turns back towards the stairs barely catching the nod of the child. 

~ 

The hours roll by as we find both individuals sat by the kitchen table eating a traditional English breakfast, "don't you have work or something?" Harry asks as it's already passed 9:00am. A yawn was his reply as Matthew drinks his juice "I'm a lecturer, and today being Thursday I don't have to be in till 1:00pm as I've only got 2 seminars" 

 Harry nods then focuses on his meal again, "what are you going to do today?" The question causes Harry to pause, while he's like to go to Diagon Alley he also felt like there was no need to rush "do you think I could stay in for a while? Just so I can think a bit more" the last part said in barely a whisper that Matthew barely caught. 

 "Hmm I'll have work in a bit and there's not much for you to do around here, I don't have any children's books for.." "I don't need children's books!" Harry snapped slightly irked by Matthews comment. Matthew stared wide eyed for a bit "oookaaay, kids these days, what are you going to do? Watch tv all day?" 

 Harry calms down a bit "sorry about that, but no I plan on reading a bit" "hmm I don't think I have any books for your level in this house, maybe some novels?" Harry shrugs "don't worry about it, I'll find something to keep me preoccupied" then the duo carried on with their meal, the occasional light topics here and there.

 Hours went by and as it was time for Matthew to head to the university, "there's food in the fridge, can you cook?" Harry nods but mutters "what type of adult asks a 6 year old to cook for himself, at least cook something and leave it in the fridge for me to eat later" but Matthew couldn't hear him as he was heading to his car. "I'll see you around 6:00pm, don't burn the house down" "don't worry I won't", he watched as Matthew drove off.

 "Alright I can't be sulking anymore, let's see what books I can find around here!" He started exploring the house, and while Matthew doesn't have a study he does have a section where he stirs his books and other random junk. "Let's see what we have here hmmm 'The Nature of Mathematics and the Mathematics of Nature', forgot he was a maths lecturer urgh, flaws" there was a vibration however this was only in his mind.

[Flaw 1. Description of biophysics using the mathematical formula x4....] a list of 59 flaws appeared in his mind "yeahhh I'm not looking through all that". For the next hour 'flaws' could be hear repeatedly throughout the house as Harry went through every room he could an every book he could find that had a book in it, most of it was mathematical based theories. 

"Hmm he doesn't have as many books as I thought he would, but beggars can't be choosers." A sigh escapes him as he closes his eyes, once again stepping into the library he notices the books floating around the dome. 'Compile' suddenly all of the books rushed into the dome and after a few seconds a single book materialises from the dome towards him. 'Flaws' following that a list of 9 flaws appear, "still not enough enough books at create a perfect mathematical book, and the other books are on random topics. Aah and I don't even have a change of clothes to go out with" 

He was frustrated as there wasn't much he could think of to do at the moment, "maybe I could work on my Occlumency" like that hours passed as he tried and failed to clear his mind, with references from fiction not helping so he just gave up as sitting still wasn't that good for his body.

 In a moment of inspiration he suddenly remembered something he could try, "is there any free house elves that would like to bond with me?!" His clear voice said into the air, he waited in anticipation but after a minute nothing happened, he tried it again for the next 5 minutes but yet again, nothing. 

 "Am I doing something wrong?" He then had an idea, closing his eyes he focused on the feeling of his energy, trying hard to direct it towards his mouth as his entire concentration was required for it. After a few minutes of trying he managed to direct a bit of it to his lips and he repeated his question "is there any free house elves that would like to bond with me?!" 

 Suddenly he heard 2 pops that startled him before he turned around and saw 2 creatures 'ok they do look ugly in person' but he brushed that thought away as they looked at him with wide eyes. The one on the left was the first to speak "did yous call for us free elves?" Harry nodded "yes I did, I was looking for free elves to bond with me, what are your names?" They eyes widened as they heard what he said then suddenly became energetic "this ones Tuny" "and this ones Twinky".

 "Great my name is Harry Potter and..." he didn't get to finish his sentence as he was interrupted "Aaah the great Harry Potter has called Tuny/Twinky, is an honour sir!" They went on for a minute rambling about how it was an honour while he watched getting annoyed "thank you!" Cutting then off from their shouting "yes I'm Harry Potter, I'm looking for a house elf to bond with, will I be able to with one of you?" "YES!" 

 A sigh escaped him "so how do we go about this?"  "All yous needs is to put your hand on our head and think of bonding, we'll do the rest" the smiles on their face could have made the Joker proud, "rightttt and thinking of bonding entails?" "Ooh something like I want you to be my house elf, see easy", not sure if it was that easy he tried it on Twinky. 

 While concentrating he feels a connection with her? Opening his eyes she greets him "Twinky greets the great young master Harry Potter", he repeats the process with Tuny and as previously he felt a connection with the house elves. 

 "Now that that's sorted, I need you to get me some clothes, I don't care where you get it from, just make sure it fits me." As soon as he said that the both popped away, not even a minute later there was an assortment of garments on his floor as his 2 eager house elves waited for his next order.

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Harold Evans was a normal 17-year old kid until his mother and father died. After that, he shut himself off from the world and started immersing himself in all kinds of stories, fanfics, light novels, etc. Until the day he saved a little girl before getting hit from truck-kun and got himself in stuck in limbo.

At the same time in another universe, a 6 years Harold James Potter was hit by his uncle and lost conscious. His uncle did not care about him and shoved him under the cupboard thus he also died due to severe and sudden head trauma.

At this time death found herself at quite the conundrum Harold James Potter was supposed to be the one who would bring the pieces of the cursed man who escaped her called Tom Marvolo Riddle. But it seems it would not be possible as his soul energy was being dissipated and she needed to reinforce his soul otherwise it would dissipate, thus she found Harold Evans and approached him.

"Young one I am in need of your help" death asks

"Who are you and what do you need me for and where am I? "asks Harold

"I am the one you call Death, you are in limbo the realm between life and death and the help I need is for you to fuse with the young one called Harold James Potter," says death.

'Where have I heard that name before?' thinks Harold and then suddenly he is enlightened.

"You want me to be Harry Potter?" Harold asks with uncertainty,

"Yes "answers death

"But why he already has accomplished everything he needs to do," Harold asks

"This is a different universe in this universe Harry Potter had died at the age 6 due to abuse"

After sometime deliberation, Harold thinks what the heck and decides he will make the most of it anyway no one will miss him in the other world anyway.

As his soul was fusing he got to experience everything that happened to harry and he grew up more spiritually and learned life lessons that he didn't learn in his past sheltered life.

At that time somewhere in the vast multiverse a power vibrated and disappeared with a deep hum.

When Harold woke up he was in a vast library and a deep voice echoed

"The heaven and Earth are callous, treating all beings like dogs…."

"the sun sets and the moon wanes, an imperfection appears in heaven and earth"

BOOM!

Following that, a huge palace appeared in my mind.

The Board was written Library of Heavens Magic path

And thus, he was incredibly excited and but then he remembered that he had no books on either magical or mundane sciences so he couldn't do anything with it yet.

But first, he needed to run away from the Dursleys, so he decided and planned to run away tomorrow when he should be going to school but first, he needed some money till he got to Diagon Alley and thus he quietly went up to his uncles' room and slowly opened the door without making noise and took his uncle wallet from the table took two 20-pound bills and put the Wallet without disturbing it in the same place and slowly closed the door behind him.

His first mission was successful and thus he stored the money safely in his underwear so his cousin won't find it if he tries to snatch it and went to sleep.

The next morning, he woke up and cooked breakfast for everyone and when the time for the school came they didn't allow him to go to school side by side with their little Dudley kins and thus, he started 30 mins later and slowly slipped away and hid his bag in the nearby bushes and went to the bus station and took a ticket to charring crossroad, after reaching there he then went to the leaky cauldron.

After that, He went to Tom and asked: "Hello sir, can you please open the way to Diagon alley the wall is closed up."

And Tom replied "Of course young man, right this way"

And then he opened the gate to Diagon alley and said "Be careful, young man"

"Thank you," He said and started walking to Gringotts.

Enter, stranger, but take heed
Of what awaits the sin of greed
For those who take, but do not earn
Must pay most dearly in their turn
So if you seek beneath our floors
A treasure that was never yours
Thief, you have been warned, beware
Of finding more than treasure there.

He went to a teller with a nametag sharpclaw and stood in front of him until he looked up he had read that in fanfic that goblins liked humans who could wait for them and asked: "Greetings Human what can Gringotts do for you?"

"Greetings teller sharpclaw, my name is Harold James Potter, it seems that I have an account here also I would like a full inheritance test," he said.

"Right, Please step this way, Mr. Potter"

After that, he takes me to a room and gives me a pin

"Put sign your name on this parchment with this quill, " and gives him a parchment

And what he recognizes as a blood quill. He follows his instructions and after signing on the parchment, ink seemed to come to it magically and forms words.

Harold James Potter

Son Of: James Charlus Potter and Lily Potter nee Evans

Heir to Noble and Most Ancient House of Potter

Heir to Noble and Most Ancient House of Gryffindor

Heir to Noble and Most Ancient House of Peverell

Heir to Noble and Most Ancient House of Black

Heir to Magical House of Evans

Heir to Noble and Most Ancient House of Slytherin (By conquest)

Heir to Ancient House of Gaunt(By Conquest)

"It is confirmed, the money for the test shall be cut from your account Mr. Potter," says sharpclaw

", since yours is an unusual case I will have to report to director Ragnok", says sharpclaw and walks away from the room.

After that, he comes back and escorts me Ragnoks office and sees him read the inheritance test paper.

He reads through it and says "Mr. Potter, it's good to finally meet you. According to Gringotts laws, if you activate more than two of these vaults then I will be your account manager as there will be a conflict of interest between clans if there are multiple account managers, and there is also your mother's personal vault so what is your current business with Gringotts?"

After that Harry started telling what all happened at his aunt's house how he was treated and abused and he told that he somehow had memories of someone else's of the magical world and thus knew about Gringotts and his suspicion that someone was manipulating because even though he reported to teachers about his treatment at home they would get furious and the next day they would forget everything. It was like his floodgates were open unknowingly harry had a small tear dripping from his cheek.

By the time Harry was finished Ragnok was growling. "Mr. Potter please be rest assured we will get to the bottom of this, even though we goblins are a warrior race we treat our younglings as they are most important treasure"

"It is a good thing you did not lie otherwise my office would have told me of any lies"

"Thank you and you can call me Harry"

"Okay then, Harry, you can call me Ragnok."

"Please wait a moment, while I check something" and Ragnok then shouted something in gobblygook and sharpclaw came inside bowed and went away after coming back he was with some other goblin who presented a set of papers.

Ragnok started reading through the papers and suddenly his face had the scariest look ever seen he then suddenly jumped and cut off the goblins head and caused the infamous crimson geyser.

"Sorry Harry, this one was stealing from your accounts and had even been an accessory for not carrying out your parents' wills. Now would you like to hear your parents will?"

Harry nodded dumbly. And then Sharpclaw returned with another goblin named Griphook and he started reading

"I James Charlus Potter being sound mind will leave the following to my friends and family

To Sirius Orion Black my best friend and brother I leave you all of my 250-year-old Firewhiskey and 1 Million Galleons, please take care Harry properly Sirius not just as a fun parent but also a responsible parent

To Remus Lupin I leave you a special cottage built in the Kielder forests for your furry little problem and 1 million Galleons

To Peter Pettigrew, if died due to accident or natural death, I leave you 1 million galleons and house in the USA. If due to the secret being leaked I leave nothing to you. May your soul rot in Hell you Traitor

To My Son Harold James Potter, I leave everything in my possession to him and control of his account in the hands of his guardian which needed to be properly specified and accounted until he reaches adulthood. His guardians Shall be the following

Lily Potter nee Evans My Wife and Mother of my child by blood

Sirius Orion Black by Godfather Ritual

Alice Longbottom By Godmother Ritual

Frank Longbottom

Amos Diggory

Cecilia Diggory

Amelia Bones

If above people are not available the person that adopts him must be questioned under veritaserum for involvement with Voldemort's forces or as sympathizers are not eligible. Under no circumstances, he shall be placed with my sister-in-law. She hates magic and will not take care of the child properly."

"I Lily Potter nee Evans being of sound mind will leave everything to belonging to me to my son and guardianship of my son shall be as follows

James Charlus Potter My Husband and father of my child by blood

Sirius Orion Black by Godfather Ritual

Alice Longbottom By Godmother Ritual

Frank Longbottom

Amos Diggory

Cecilia Diggory

Amelia Bones

If above people are not available the person that adopts him must be questioned under veritaserum for involvement with Voldemort's forces or as sympathizers are not eligible. Under no circumstances, he shall be placed with my sister-in-law. She hates magic and will not take care of the child properly."

"Both of the wills were witnessed by Albus Dumbledore"

"There was a letter along with the will which was supposed to be mailed at the original reading for one Severus Snape"

"Harry for this great miscarriage of wills I as the representative of Gringotts apologize to you and you may ask for a Boon"

"Then I ask to be considered as a friend of the goblins"

"You are a strange person Harry consider it done"

"Next I want to see the ledgers for my accounts"

Ragnok nods and takes out a file from the bottom and gives it to me "This is an auto-updating ledger. Just think the account you want to see and push magic through it"

Harry thinks about the holdings of him

Potter Family Holdings

2046931Galleons, 5 sickles, and 27 knuts

Shire Abbey (La Rochelle)

Potter Manor (Unplottable)

Lily's Retreat (Northumberland)

True Blue Cottage (Canberra)

Shops 16 to 19(Diagon Alley)

Peverell Family Holdings

308324Galleons,10Sickles,8 Knuts

Peverell Castle (Unplottable)

Gryffindor Family Holdings

Lions Den (Unplottable)

Slytherin Family Holdings

Slytherin Mansion(Unplottable)

Evans Family Holdings

86591Galleons,12 Sickles,0 Knuts

"It shows only the money in Potter, Peverell, and Evans accounts and the estates of Slytherin and Gryffindor. It isn't showing anything about the house of black."

"Ah, yes the black family holdings won't show because current head black is not dead, the Gaunts do not have anything in Gringotts, the Gryffindor and Slytherin do not have any specific money but they have books along with the Evans. The only holding is you own 3 Votes in School board of Hogwarts for each house that means you now have 6 votes in the school board"

His eyes shine at the thought of books by Slytherin and Gryffindor. The owning 6 votes from each line gave him the chance to improve Hogwarts as he already 1 vote from each Black, Potter and Peverell Houses. He literally became the board of Governors as he 9 votes out of 12 needed for a change to be passed.

For the remaining 3 votes he would definitely have the Longbottom vote and the remaining 2 he would have some allies within the Light Houses.

Suddenly a thought struck me and I remembered some of the fanfics I read I may have blocks on my core and charms all over me and my blood would be used for tracking purpose and I don't think death told me if she took moldyshort's piece of soul with her.

I told Ragnok what I imagined. And he said," It may be possible we will get someone to come and check you."

"Ah, okay what does this word mean to you, "I said and I wrote the word which was the reason why dumbles wanted to sacrifice him for the 'Greater Good'. The reason why he wrote it was that in one fanfic this word was taboo to say in front of goblins

Ragnok took the sheet and saw the word and he looked disgusted by the word and asked:" What does this have to do with you?"

A guy is reborn just after finding the best cultivating method in the world. Fail

"Alright now that out of the way, first of Madam Malkin, while you are fitted, I will go gather what you will need during the year. I have left a hundred twenty-five Galleons in your pouch for your year at Hogwarts. You would need 7 for your wand, 15 for the cauldron, 3 for the filial, 25 for the telescope and 7 for the brass scale, a further 21 for the book, and 20 for clothes so you would have 24 Galleon for the year, that should be enough I think." 

After rummaging through the pouch to extirpate the total amount need in order to get rid of her, he enters the shop.
(The following is directly take from the book with small change.)

Madam Malkin was a squat, smiling witch dressed all in mauve.
"Hogwarts, dear?" she said when Harry started to speak. "Got the lot here, another young man being fitted up just now, in fact."

In the back of the shop, a boy with a pale, pointed face was standing on a footstool while a second witch pinned up his long black robes. Madam Malkin stood Harry on a stool next to him, slipped a long robe over his head, and began to pin it to the right length.
'Great, I can't avoid Malfoy even when the cannon have diverged that much.'
-Such to be you some time.-
"Hello," said the boy "Hogwarts, too?"
"Yes," said Harry.
"My father's next door buying my books and mother's up the street looking at wands." said the boy. He had a bored, drawling voice. "Then I'm going to drag them off to look at racing brooms. I don't see why the first years can't have their own. I think I'll bully father into getting me one and I'll smuggle it in somehow."

'Would have he be a wizard, he and Dudders would have been either great friend or archenemy with their own gang of tugs.'
-Nah, seeing how Vernon suck his better, and who Dudders is it would be a great show, a beaten Draco while Vernon suck off Malfoy to amend his child sin.-
"Have you got your own broom?" The boy went on.
"No."
"Play Quidditch at all?"
"No," Harry said again, wondering what on earth takes so much time for those things to be made.
"I do, father says it's a crime if I'm not picked to play for my house, and I must say, I agree. Know what house you'll be in yet?"
"No," said Harry, feeling more stupid by the minute.
'I swear he had some sort of neuron killing curse of something'
-Might be the entire Alley, with centuries of exposure, the stone surely bled off stupidity at this rate.-
"Well, no one really knows until they get there, do they, but I know I'll be in Slytherin, all our family has been, imagine being in Hufflepuff, I think I'd leave, wouldn't you?"
"Mmm," said Harry, wishing he could snuff of the annoying prat.

 Where are your parents?"
"They're dead," said Harry shortly.
"Oh, sorry," said the other, not sounding sorry at all. "But they were our kind, weren't they?"
"They were a witch and wizard if that's what you mean."
"I really don't think they should let the other sort in, do you? They're just not the same, they've never been brought up to know our ways. Some of them have never even heard of Hogwarts until they get the letter, imagine. I think they should keep it in the old wizarding families. What's your surname, anyway?"
But before Harry could answer, Madam Malkin said, "That's you done, my dear," and Harry, not sorry for an excuse to stop talking to the boy, hopped down from the footstool.
"Well, I'll see you at Hogwarts, I suppose," said the drawling boy.

Going directly to the front of the store to pay off before running toward the shop he knows would take forever, Ollivander's. The shop was narrow and shabby. Peeling gold letters over the door read Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C.  A single wand lay on a faded purple cushion in the dusty window.

A tinkling bell rang somewhere in the depths of the shop as they stepped inside. It was a tiny place and looked at the thousands of narrow boxes piled neatly right up to the ceiling.
 For some reason, the back of his neck prickled. Knowing what was to come he suddenly made vote-face, looking at the surprised face of an old man who was standing before him, his wide, pale eyes shining like moons through the gloom of the shop.

"Yes, yes. I thought I'd be seeing you soon. Harry Potter."It wasn't a question. "You have your mother's eyes. It seems only yesterday she was in here herself, buying her first wand. Ten and a quarter inches long, swishy, made of willow. Nice wand for charm work."

"Your father, on the other hand, favored a mahogany wand. Eleven inches. Pliable. A little more power and excellent for transfiguration. Well, I say your father favored it, it's really the wand that chooses the wizard, of course."

Mr. Ollivander had come so close, that he and Harry were almost nose to nose. Harry could see himself reflected in those misty eyes.
"And that's where..." Mr. Ollivander touched the lightning scar on Harry's forehead with a long, white finger. "I'm sorry to say I sold the wand that did it," He said softly. "Thirteen-and-a-half inches. Yew. Powerful wand, very powerful, and in the wrong hands... well, if I'd known what that wand was going out into the world to do..."

Now Harry was starting to get annoyed by the old man and wanted this to end rapidly.
"Mister Ollivander the wand please."
"Ha, Yes, of course, mister Potter. Which is your wand arm?"
"We both know that you don't need all those things, I'm rather short on time, if you intent takes to make me lose mine, I will go somewhere else to buy a wand."

To say that Olllivenders was a little spoked by the sudden change of attitude would be a euphemism. When he didn't move Harry turn around and start walking toward the door. It was only after he opens it that he hears the noise of the old man's feet on the floor going deeper into the shop. He reappears a minute later with a box in hand.

"holly and phoenix feather, eleven inches, nice and supple."
When he sees the wand he could feel the slight pull of something in him hidden until then. Knowing it was the wand he took out the seven Galleon, take the box, and exit the shop under the confused gaze of the old man that was still processing the last scene. He knows that the wand had reacted to the boy but couldn't understand why he hadn't touched it and initiate the bound.

The time he comes back the shop was empty, seven shining coins on the counter.

It was during the time that he was roaming the Alley for the third time that he catches heads of the redhead. When the two rejoin, she passes to him a bag full of shrink supplies.
"Do you need me taking you back."
"No, I can take the bus."
"Great, I see you on the 1 September then, I must hurry, my little boy, wait for me at home!"
 Without leaving the time to respond she heads toward the apparition point.
-You know, I'm rather thankful that it had turned this way, I can smell the spoiled brat from here.-
Shaking his head and put the extremely disappointing first encounter with his mother he directly goes to the leaky to change his clothes and go for the barkeeper and ask for tips to go to the ministry.

What followed was an equally disappointing visit, after directly flow to the atrium, past the security guard by telling him that he doesn't still have a wand. Taking a lift to the level 9 en encounter an unspeakable who lead him to the hall of prophecies. As expected the same orb was waiting to spot the same 
S.P.T to A.P.W.B.D 
Dark Lord 
and (?) Harry Potter.

After hearing it be sure it was the same, he smashed it in front of the unspeakable before exiting the ministry, none the wiser that only one string was still linking him to his current identity, a string that would be cut of the very same night.

When power far above you decide that they want to wrench the canon, by bringing you in the game, sometimes the wisest thing to do it just to tag along and just try to make this encounter end the most rapidly possible.

who knows, maybe something great will come out of it? After all, what could be worst than being taken out without your consent out of your world, only to be thrown in the darkness?

Sickness is a terrible thing. For years, Daniel lived a life of pain and suffering that would have broken a lesser man. Hopelessness, fear, and death surrounded him for as long as he could remember. Despite his tragic circumstances, he strived to live a life filled with hope and freedom, where he could die on his own terms. When one door closes, another one opens.

Legally,  I need to cover myself by mentioning I do not own Harry Potter and all trademarks belong to the author, J. K. Rowling.

Currently undergoing rewrite. 

Cover art does not belong to me.

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