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

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

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

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

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

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



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

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

Harry Had Been Living With The Dursley's For 3 Years . Today was The Day Harry Would Put his Plan Into action. He Was Told By Ryan That Today Was A Good Day . The Dursley's were Gone And Harry Decided to rob the house He Only Left Broken And Tattered clothes of his in the house and took everything including the inner walls of the house 😂
He Ran Towards the Police Station Where A Newly Promoted Righteous Police Officer Was by the name of Steve . He acted like he was lost and quivering at every glance people gave to him . The Police Officer Seeing This Asked the boy About his Name to which He Replied Bastard/Freak . Steve Hearing this was enraged he asked Harry about his Parents , He Told Steve How His "Parent" Had Died And He Lived With His Aunt And Uncle . Steve Hearing This Had A Red Face 😮 And Decided to Contact Some Friends For Favours Such As Relocating Harry To Orphanage And Searching His Name . Steve Found Dursley's And Had Them Sentenced to a few Days In Jail. But What The Dursley's did not know was when they would return home they would be in for a shock 😑😔 . Steve's Friends A Couple who Did Not Have A Child Decided to Adopt Harry . The Couple's Name Was Ben And Sarah . Ben And Sarah Adams Were A Loving Couple And They Reminded Him Of the Matron Of The Orphanage Of His First Life . Harry Was Happy And Started Regarding Ben And Sarah  As His Parents 😁 . Ben had Taken Harry For IQ Test Cause Harry Was Intelligent for A Boy Of His Age . He Had The Shock Of His Life When He Found Harry's IQ To Be Very High . Ben Was A Famous Inventor While Sarah Used To Teach In Cambridge And Harvard As An Esteemed Professor . Harry Had Completed His Education At The Age Of 8 With Many Degrees And Honours .He Also Decided to take Adams As His Last Name .
One Day On Harry Birthday A Boy Of Age 9 ( Smae Age As Harry ) wearing a mask Showed Up At The Doors Of The Adam Family . He Claimed to Be Ryan Big Brother Of Harry . Ben And Sarah Invited Him In . Ryan Was A Polite Boy And Requested if he could stay here for some time . Ben And Sarah let him stay with them no questions Asked And Even told him to Comfortable . Ryan Stayed there for a few weeks . Ryan and Harry used to talk a lot . 
Sarah Was Worried That Ryan's Family (Adopted or not ) Would be waiting for him . Ryan Seeing their sorry told them that there was no one waiting for him back Home .  Ben And Sarah Decided to Adopt Ryan too. Ryan Politely Accepted . Ryan Then Decided to tell  His New  Parents Some Things . He First told them that Harry's Parents were alive . They had abandoned him . Ryan Told them About his Identity As Ryan Seacrest The Billionaire  Boy who had Set up A Billion Dollar Company From Scratch 😳 . With The Help of His Butler . And He Also Told them His And Harry's Identity As Wizards Because Ryan Knew That The Aunt Of Sarah Was A Witch . Ben And Sarah were Angry At Harry's Parents . Overjoyed At Ryan For Telling The Truth . Ryan Told his parents to move in with him at His House . Ben And Sarah Refused saying that how can they use their children's Money .Ryan Pulled the Children Must Take Care Of Parent Card And Guilt Forced them into Living with him . ....
Ryan Decided to take Harry With Him To Diagon Alley . He Took Permission From His Parents . He Apparated to Diagon Alley And Took Harry To Gringotts . Upon Ryan's Arrival Many High Ranking Goblins Came To Meet Him . Because of His Family Seacrest . One Of The Most Ancient And Powerful Wizard Families. Ryan Politely yet with Authority Greeted the Goblins . He Then Told Them To Conduct Inheritance test for Harry . Harry's Inheritance Test Came as .
Potter 
Gryffindor
Slytherin
Peverell
Black
Seacrest
Goblins Seeing the Potter name Were Enraged . Because Harry Was Supposed to Be The Rightful Heir Of Potter Family And He Was Deprived If It . Griphook The Vault Keeper Of Potter Family Informed Ryan that Lily Potter Was Having A Contract Made To Transfer Heirship . Harry Decided to Change Clauses of the Contract Because He Knew Wizard Were Prideful People with Headsup their Ass Or Others Ass In Lucius Case . Harry Made the Contract Such that once signed all money as well as House of Potter will belong to him . Ryan and Harry then went to Burke's to get Books . Harry went inside And Came out with the vanishing cabinet nearly all forbidden books and some Books needed for Hogwarts(Literally, Who Names Their School Hog-Warts) . Harry then explored       
Diagon Alley some more and Went inside a shop to get his familiar . There was nothing interesting except for an owl and Snakes . Harry then told His System To Make A Note That When He Returns to Naruto World He Should get all the Tailed Beasts as Guard Pets or for show .
Harry then bought an OP Wand from the System . The  
Wand Had The Wisps Of Death , Blood Of A Minor God , Wood From World Tree . But the Drawback was that instead of helping in casting it made spell casting harder . Basically you had to supply your own Mana a lot of it . Same As Wandless Casting But In Return Whatever Spell you cast with this Was Easy when you did Wandless Casting and more powerful .
After the Shopping and Sightseeing the Duo went home. That Was When Ryan Gave Harry Some Grave News

The Story of a Boy who dies doing a noble deed and is reincarnated

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

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

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Harry awoke the second time slowly, and with much confusion. He had fully expected to wake up on the doorstep of the Number 4 Privet Drive with the Dursleys, to see their awful faces. However, the sight that greeted him was nothing at all like he had seen.

All around him there were stars; constellations, star nebula, and an array of color so beautiful it didn't seem possible. 

{("Harry Potter,")} called a voice, vague and dreamy sounding. The tone and pitch were feminine and soft, but seemed more like a young male. Possibly pre-pubescent. 

<{Prophecy Child,"}> another intoned, sounding just as vague as the first, but with hints of mischief; almost as though this one were delighted 

[["Master,"]] came a third voice, sounding deeper. There was a raspy quiver to the voice, drawing out the 's' and 'r' in a gravelly tone. The third voice was unmistakably male. 

Harry blinked-- or rather he tried to. His body seemed incapable of such movement. In fact, his body seemed incapable of any basic function. He wasn't even breathing! Strangely, he didn't seem to have eyes to see, or lungs  to breathe. 

Panic gripped him and the three voices, sans bodies themselves, spoke again. 

{("Do not fear, Harry Potter,")} said the first. 

<{"Beloved Child,"}> cooed the second. 

[["You are safe, Master Mine,"]] rumbled the third. 

Harry tried to ask them what was going on, but failed. 

{("Yes,")}  agreed the first entity. {("Safe. Harry Potter, you first entered My Timestream as Harry Potter, so Harry Potter you are. No matter the form or Timeline...")}

The second voice chirped in agreement. <{"Out of all others, you are Our Chosen One. The One who always succeeds in the tasks I give him."}> 

[["The only creature who could covet and court Death and succeed; the only being who did not seek absolute Power with My creations,"]] agreed the third. This voice was deeper and shook his entire being to the core. 

Harry felt like an ant before giants. 

{("You are here... because you are finally... Enough,")} First voice drew out, sounding like it was nearly asleep. 

<{"After eight hundred and ninety lifetimes, over nine thousand years spent living,"}>  Continues second. <{"We can finally appear before you. You are ready for more."}>

Harry was suddenly doubtful; this sounded a lot like a pitch or sale, and he wasn't biting. 

[["Because of your souls maturity, Master can now access and manifest abilities of Our nature."]]

{("As such, you may access portions of Our Domain.")}

<{"Each of Us have decided to bestow upon you Our own gifts."}>

[["From this point forward, I, Thantos, offer you the abilities thus: you shall have the Eyes of the Reaper. Capable of seeing a person's lifespan. With this you have a chance of changing their life course or death."]]

{("From this point forward, I, Chronos, offer you the ability to pause a single moment; with this, you can change a single instance in My Timestream.")}

<{"I, Moirai, offer you a gift as well. From this point forward, I offer you the ability to alter the course of Destiny. Things that are or were pre-determined are now possible and susceptible to change."}>

Harry's mind reeled. His main frustration with constant rebirth was possibly being solved! However, one thing stood out and cooled his enthusiasm. 

'Why couldn't this have happened sooner? Why couldn't I save James and Lily?' 

Moirai seemed to perceive his thoughts, for it was she that answered. 

<{"For you to receive Our gifts, you had two requirements. One, you must first have experienced your first brush with Fate and Death; the incident with Dark Lord Voldemort."}--

<{"Two, you must have lived for ten thousand years. Only a cultivated and powerful soul could possess such gifts."}>

Harry felt confused. Hadn't they just said he had only lived nine thousand? 

{("To be precise, you have lived nine thousand, nine hundred and one years combined from each lifetime. Since this is not ten thousand years, though you have received Our gifts and Blessings, you can only begin to access these when you reach ten years of age in your current body.")}

Lotta good that did him currently. 

[["Master will slowly develop his soul and be able to access more than just memories and languages; over time, Master will develop all of his past abilities."]]

<{"A word of caution, however: you can only fully use certain magical ability and power through development of your core. Too soon and you'll burn through your current soul container."}>

{("This will also be the case with your physical ability and development. Though you remember well how to shoot a bow and arrow, your body is not developed enough to preform such a task. Your mind may remember, but your muscles and physical form do not.")}

This made logical sense to Harry, though he was a bit disappointed.

[["Remember this, Master: You are the Chosen One of Fate, Beloved Child of Time, and Master of Death. Magic herself has appointed you as Her Champion. Great expectations are ahead of you, but so comes power and blessings."]]

Harry suddenly felt very tired, and struggled to focus. It felt like he was fading, falling deeply into darkness. What was happening?

<{"Go now with Our protection and know We are watching."}>

{("Look for Our Avatars if you desire guidance or help.")}

[["We are always watching."]]

Harry fought to focus but their voices were suddenly sounding far, far away. He was falling, drifting down into darkness.

[["Goodbye, Harry Potter."]]

('... .. .... ...?')

Drifting further away, Harry missed the final words of the three as his soul slid back into his body. Slowly, he struggled to move and wake up, his body feeling heavy and cramped. Struggling to move, he opened his eyes to the sight of his Aunt leaning over him. 

No, scratch that; not over him. Holding him! Pale blonde hair disheveled, light green eyes red-rimmed and watery. Tears streaming down her thin, long face, Petunia Dursley looked a mess. She was almost unrecognizable!

"Vernon, Vernon!" She screeched. "He's alive, he's breathing! Oh thank the Lord, he's awake!" 

Thin arms held him tight against her frame, squeezing him like a vice till he coughed. Had she been worried? What sort of Twilight Zone had he slipped into?! 

Harry felt his emotions churning, pressure building up in his chest. His parents were dead, he had a strange not-dream, and now Aunt Petunia was acting out of character. Overwhelmed, the small toddler began to cry. 

"Hush, little one, hush. Your Auntie has you and you are safe. You won't be hurt ever again." 

The shrewd voice of Aunt Petunia was confusing. Why was she so kind? Why did she care? What was going on?! 

Harry closed his eyes and fell into a troubled sleep, brow still furrowed as Petunia rocked him in her arms and lap. Whatever strange happening this was, he would have to wait and worry about it later. 

Mind spinning, little Harry Potter slid into sleep with tears on his lashes.

Harry Potter is the Master of Death. Unable to pass on after death, he is instead reincarnated eight hundred and ninety-one times. It turns out, dying is the easier part. Living? That's the hard bit. 

***** 

I generally get out a chapter every weekend, though occasionally sooner. Sometimes I already have a draft started the next day, adding to it throughout the week. 
This will have weekly chapters!

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I do not own Harry Potter. This is a work of fanbased fiction, and is not intended to be of anything but amusement with zero monetary value. 
Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling and Warner Brothers and co.

As Harry feels the other hand pump into his he turns around to look at the person. Just as he did he got a surprise he wasn't expecting on meeting so early before the train ride. 

Hermione granger was standing in front of me. 'shit I've been practicing and reading the books just so I can have a decent conversation with her during the train ride. Now I don't even know how to start a conversation with her. Like I was shit on hitting on girls in my past life, also I can't bring up hogwarts or magic since i am pretty sure she will be trying to keep her witch identity a secret due to the law of secrecy. But if she did read the books I'm pretty sure she has read about me, Fuck it yet again lemme just roll with it.' Harry thought real quick 

"Sorry about that I didn't notice you were reaching for the same book as I was." Harry said with a small grin 

Looking at hermione as she blushes and fidgets around with her shirt as she replied back in a small voice. "No its okay, I also didn't notice you were reaching for the book as well. " 

"You know what, you can grab the book I'm pretty sure I can find something else in this big place. By the way I'm Harry, Harry Potter" Harry reaches out with his hand for a hand shake introducing himself 

Hermione pov 

'Today was the last time I could come into this library before I leave to hogwarts, and I can finally make some friends' hermione thought as she walked around the place looking for something that catches her attention. 

(This went on for almost half and hour it wouldn't have taken this long but hermione has almost read most of the books in here)

As I was walking around I saw something at a glimpse that caught my attention as I got closer to it I didn't notice someone else was also doing the same. 

I reached up to grab the book but as I did so, I saw someone's hand had reached for it at the same time causing our hands to bump into each other. As I turn around to look at the person which left me dumbstruck and my only thought at that moment was 'nobody can be that gorgeous and be real. '

Hearing him apologize for what happened I instinctively replied back with an apology as well. But then he had to surprise me once again. As he said
 "You know what, you can grab the book I'm pretty sure I can find something else in this big place. By the way I'm Harry, Harry Potter" 

I stare at him as he reaches for a handshake I can't believe this is Harry Potter the famous boy who lived seeing his hand out for a handshake I reached and grabbed his hand. "I'm Hermione Granger" she said

POV change 

As hermione grabbed my hand I turned her hand around and gently kissed her knuckles "it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance ms. Granger" 
Harry said 

"Are you here by yourself or are you here with someone else?" Harry asked

"I'm here with my parents, but can I ask you something?" Hermione replied 

"Sure go ahead." Harry said

"Are you a wizard?" She asked mostly whispering 

"Why miss granger, If I didn't know any better that should be a secret. But for your curiosity yes I am." Harry said

Seeing her eyes open so wide that she might be able to make em pop right out made Harry laugh making Hermione blush 

Calming down 
"So are you starting hogwarts this year as well?" Harry asked 

"Yes I am, I was ever so surprised to find out I was a witch etc etc (y'all know the famous rambling intro)

"Relax Hermione" Harry said cutting her off "why don't we go have a drink at the coffee shop outside the library?" 

"I can't I have to ask my parents first." She replied 

"Sure let's go find them better yet, let me invite them as well. In case they would like to ask some questions about our world." Harry said

A few minutes later you can see Harry waiting for Hermione and her parents by the entrance of the Library. 

"Hey Harry these are my parents" Hermione said as she approached Harry 

"Hello Mr. and Mrs. granger" Harry said handshaking them

"Hello, you must be Harry our daughter wanted us to meet her new friend"

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