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.

Little girl in middle school accidentally takes a portkey and stumbles upon the Harry Potter universe.she uses her knowledge of the Harry Potter books to guide her along life in the wizarding world.??‍♂️??‍♀️

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

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

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

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In the mourning, in a typical English house upstairs a young child woke from is wonderful dream where he was flying and sending jet of flame in direction of a bald pale man. He get up from his bed and stare at the mirror near his bed.
An eleven boy, slightly tall for is age, nor thin or fat, spiky red hair like flame a punk-rock like style hair cut (Same style as Grindelwald... bite me !), green emerald eyes and smile telling you wait for my prank. A face more handsome than his brother. This his Alexander Potter.

"Well, it's soon will be here."
 After a few second in front of the mirror he heard a faint snoring, he turn is head and look a the double deck bed. In the upper bunks, is brother still sleep. Harry as the same feature of the original, but taller and less skinny, he also wear the same rounded glasses, over the year the face of the twins start to be less and less alike. Alexander approach is brother and start to wake him up.
"Get up, it's morning, breakfast is going to be ready"
"Hmm, ok..." saying this Harry end up sleeping five more minutes.

After another sigh of exasperation Alexander start going down ready to eat is breakfast.
You are probably wondering why the hell the two of them don't sleep in a tiny closet ?
Well without explaining in great detail, Alexander, over the year was able to convince his uncle to buy stock in some company and bet in some sport competition and gain a lot of money making there family rich. Of course the twins barely get any money but there live style was still acceptable. Not living in a closet and having their own clothes. 

To smooth thing even better Alexander teach Dudley making smarter than the original so the Dursley couple were less disrespectful for the twins.
He also never told the truth about his parents or the magical world to Harry, only story before bed. Why you should say ? Well, fame can be dangerous for a children.
Speaking of magical world, both twins were wizards. The magic riot of Harry was the same. When they were in a zoo, Dudley overexcited because a snake was responding to his cousin push him away. Harry in anger look a the glass which disappear. After this a lot of panic and punishment follow... 

For Alexander it's was on dinner night with the sister of his uncle, after some insult toward his parents, anger took him and the house start to tremble and the object to slowly gravitate. Fortunately the Dursley didn't see this, they were crawling under the table to protect themselves....
______________

After eating a breakfast, the Dursley couple took their son to the dentist.
Once the dish clean by Alexander, he was ready to go play outside with Harry when he hear a weird son from the window. Looking at the window he saw an owl looking at him
'It's finally here !' Rushing to the window, he open it allowing the owl to enter. Alexander took gently the letter attach to the paw of the owl and give him something to eat he then shout is brother to come down.
After a few second Harry came to the kitchen.
"What happen Xander ?"
"Look" Alexander pass the letter from Hogwarts to Harry.
Harry took it and look closely.

Mr. H. Potter
The Little room Upstairs
4 Privet Drive
Little whinging
Surrey

The  envelope  was  thick  and  heavy,  made  of  yellowish  parchment,  and  the  address  was  written  in  emerald-green  ink.  There  was  no  stamp. Turning the envelope over he saw a purple wax seal bearing a coat of arms; a lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake surrounding a large letter H.

"What it's this ?" he look as he brother for an answer.
"Well it's a letter of admission for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." saying this he open up, there was two page. The first was an introduction.
[HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Mr/Ms. Potter,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.
Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress]

And the second page a list of object needed for the first year.
[HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY


UNIFORM
First-year students will require:
1. Three sets of plain work robes (black)
2. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
4. One winter cloak (black, with silver fastenings)
Please note that all pupil's clothes should carry name tags.
COURSE BOOKS
All students should have a copy of each of the following:
The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1)
by Miranda Goshawk
A History of Magic
by Bathilda Bagshot
Magical Theory
by Adalbert Waffling
A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration
by Emeric Switch
One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi
by Phyllida Spore
Magical Drafts and Potions
by Arsenius Jigger
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them
by Newt Scamander
The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection
by Quentin Trimble
OTHER EQUIPMENT
1 wand
1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)
1 set glass or crystal phials
1 telescope
1 set brass scales
Students may also bring, if they desire, an owl OR a cat OR a toad.
PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS

ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICK


Yours sincerely,

Lucinda Thomsonicle-Pocus
Chief Attendant of Witchcraft Provisions]

After a few minute to take the news, Harry say with a weird tone.
"Wizard? like magic and stuff ? it's a fairy tales right ?"
"Then tell me, who did the glass at the zoo vanish ? Who the hair of our teacher turn blue ? Who the all house start to tremble when their was no earthquake? We are wizards Harry"
After speaking with Harry and let himself take the news that an entire world is open to him, Alexander took a paper and start writing is reply. After a few short line he gave the paper to owl. The owl flew of the window and go up in the sky disappearing in the horizon.

_______________

The next morning after breakfast, Alexander was able to convince Dudley to go in the cinema with is parents leaving only the twins at the house.
"Your suitcase is ready Harry ?"
"Yes, but why do we have to pack so soon ?"
"Just wait, you will understand soon." After hearing the mysterious reply of his brother, Harry was mumbling not happy...
An hour quickly pass and a sound of a motocycle was closing to the house
'It's time, Hagrid is finally coming !!!'
Harry look outside and saw a giant on a motocycle. Mouth open big enough for allowing an ostrich eggs to enter he heard a loud knocking and the front door suffering.

"Is someone at home ?!"
Alexander quickly open the door before it's break. What he saw was the same giant though a little older. Harry next to his brother ask to the giant in a timid tone.
"Hello sir, what are your looking for ?"
Hagrid look at the twins and smile.
"You are Harry and Alexander right ?"
"Yes sir" respond Alexander feigning ignorance.
"I'm Rubeus Hagrid Keeper of Keys and Grounds at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, i'm here to take you to Diagon Alley where you will buy your books and wands for your first year at Hogwarts"

Harry hearing this was shocked and happy that what is brother tell him was not a dream.
"Well sir do you -" Before Alexander could finish he was interrupt by Hagrid.
"Call me Hagrid" respond Hagrid with a serious face.
"Ha-Hagrid" the twins say a the same times.
"Good !" A big happy smile show in the face of Hagrid.
Alexander sigh in front of this gros beta and continue his conversation.
"As I was asking Hagrid, is there a place where to stay at Diagon Alley until the start of the school ?"
"Yes, the Leaky Cauldron a very famous pub among the wizards, why ?"
"Well, because I am not sure if will accepted that we are wizards"
Harry nod firmly to the line of his brother.
After a few minutes of thinking Hagrid finally say.
"Well, your parents left you a fortune so living for a month a the leaky cauldron should be enough I think?"
"Our parents were wizards ?" suddenly say Harry. Hearing this Hagrid look at Harry and then got the reply that his parents die in a car accident. After Hearing this Hagrid get mad and wanted to smashed those damn Muggles.
"Muggles ?" ask Harry.
"It's those who can't do magic" After that Hagrid start a fabulous tale of the Potter couples until Alexander interrupt Hagrid.
"Hmm, Hagrid, can we talk later ? We are still in the front door, should we not go ?"
Hagrid hearing this slap is forehead and start to get ready. He attach the two suitcase on his bike and the twins put them self in the side car.
"Mhh, should we inform Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernom ?" ask Harry to his brother.
"I left a note on the table."  And with this the trio of a giant and two child set off in the direction of the Leaky Cauldron.

______________

After a very uncomfortable journey, they arrives in front of dirty black wall building.
"Welcome to the Leaky Cauldron"
Harry look around and saw that the people ignore the but and ask Hagrid why.
"It's a spell preventing the muggles to see it. Pretty neat hey ?"
 Once entering the Pub, after a discussion between Tom the Bartender and Hagrid a uproar follow because Harry Potter was here. A lot of people wanted a hand check from him. Meanwhile Alexander ask Tom if he could let the suitcases behind the counter to keep them safes which Tom agree.
Alexander hear the voice of Hagrid presenting the new professor against the Dark Arts, Quirinus Quirrell.
After a lot of time wasted they stood in front of an old brick wall. There Hagrid took his umbrella and touch some of the brick. In front of the astonishing eyes of the two little guys the wall start to open showing a new alley.
Hagrid see the look of the both and smile.

"Welcome to Diagon Alley !"

A young man who was acclaimed as a genius by everyone was currently reading Harry Potter, his favorite novel but  was complaining about the story and end up dead by your ever kind god Truck-sama.

I don't own the universe of Harry Potter nor their Characters.

Not my novel all praises and credit goes to original author 'tkepner' only uploading it here to listen the audiobooks while working long crappy hours 

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/11913447/1/Amalgum-Lockhart-s-Folly

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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It all began with a dark room, a hooting owl, and a letter in front of me.

The room had no features I could parse. The owl was motley brown. The letter looked handwritten in a really difficult cursive. My room was gone. My surroundings were gone. The letter itself glowed with a light of its own, and the contents seemed to shift under my sight.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)​

Dear Mr. Umbrus,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.

Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress

The letter had also something written on its back; it was the list of provisions. Something dreadfully heavy settled at the bottom of my stomach. This couldn't be what I thought it was, could it? Perhaps an alien race had kidnapped me. It would explain the dark room. Maybe I was in a coma. That too was an acceptable solution. My surroundings shifted, the darkness leaving the place to blurs and to forms.

They took on clearer shapes a bit at the time, revealing figures moving back and forth on rails. In front of me, a luggage on wheels with my stuff rested. An owl hooted from its perch, staring right at me with an inquisitive glance. I looked around, seeing no familiar figures. There was little I could do, but swallow my nervousness and walk towards the platform I still remembered would lead on the way to Hogwarts' train.

Platform Nine and Three Quarters was hidden within a pillar, and as I walked through it, my eyes closed by reflex, I came out in a realm of robes and strange hat-wearing people. I had no cellphone in my pockets. I had no Ipod. I had a wand, actually, a shiny dark thing that was probably twelve to thirteen inches in length. It was a bit hard to hide the thing, and I could feel it poke against my sides, strapped to the left side of my chest in a wand-holder reminiscing of a revolver's holster.

There were families tearfully waving goodbye to their sons and daughters, some with more emphasis than others. I simply pulled my luggage on the train without a word.

"I am a wizard," I muttered. Then, I realized that pulling the luggage up was more of a challenge than previously thought, and the sinking feeling in my guts materialized even further.

Shit.

I was an eleven year old kid. My height was gone, my strength too, and all I had was a lousy wand and stuff I had no idea how it had made its way into my possession. This looked every bit like a coma-induced feverish dream. Perhaps I shouldn't have eaten whatever I ate the night before. What was it again? It was a pizza. No, pizzas couldn't be so evil as to give me such vivid and vibrant nightmares.

Thus, I climbed on while quietly cursing my weak self. I settled in the first carriage I could find, since I needed more than one trip to empty the trolley on which my luggage rested. By the time I was done, I sighed and slumped against the creaking armchair.

I yawned, not out of tiredness, but out of nervousness. There had to be a mistake. I couldn't be a wizard. The wand I pulled out from my wand holster felt warm in my hand, my children finger looked so eerie compared to what I was used to. Still, as I swished the wand back and forth, I expected something to happen. Well, no, I expected nothing to happen. I was rewarded with some sparks instead. They fluttered about, wheezing out of the tip of my wand in a myriad of pretty colors. I offhandedly mused about the colors of the sparks, watching them range from crimson to green, then through blue, violet, mauve and as I thought about it, they changed into yellow too.

There was no muscle-pulling involved, no strange back-end feeling. It was bizarre. I couldn't feel some kind of magical mana resource, or some form of twirling warmth in my chest. There was literally nothing telling me I was depleting mana, or that magic had a cost of some sorts. I should have felt more excited. I could do magic. At the same time, that feeling of elation was dulled by the sheer weight of the situation at hand.

What the hell was I doing in the Harry Potter world? Why was I even here? What was the point? Hell, if I had been born in the world, I could at the very least come up with some chalked up shitty explanation like parallel worlds existing; you die, you get reborn in another world. Rinse and repeat enough times, you're bound to become a genetic defect where you keep the memories of your past life.

It was a shitty explanation for something that couldn't really be explained, but it would make more sense than me appearing in a dark room in my eleven year old form. This felt like I had been placed in such a situation. Magic did it seemed the most viable answer, but if magic 'did it' then I had to ask myself why it did such a thing.

The train car's door swung open as some unknown students filtered in, and I quietly sheathed my wand once more, ashamedly looking at the window without a second thought. The students began to animatedly chat about their lessons, transfiguration with McGonagall, their hate for potions with professor Snape, the amount of work with Charms...and I couldn't help but ask.

"I'm sorry," I said, catching the trio of older students' attention, "I heard about Defense Against the Dark Art having a different professor every year...who's the one this year?"

"Ah," one of the older students said, his tie marking him as a Hufflepuff. "It's Professor Quirrell. He used to do Muggle Studies," he grinned. "He's a nice professor."

Good, then I was in the year of the lord one thousand nine hundred ninety-one. The year in which Harry Potter frequented Hogwarts. The year in which the Philosopher Stone was at Hogwarts. The year in which Voldemort was at Hogwarts.

It was going to be a nice year, as long as I kept my head low and did absolutely frigging nothing.

It eased me a bit to know that I hadn't been thrown in a random year, in a random setting, in a random parallel world.

"You're a first year, so you have it easy," the older Hufflepuff said. "There's a lot of hard work once you hit the electives," he added. "Enjoy your school life while you still can."

I will, filler-type character. I swear I will. "I'll do my best," I answered in turn. "What are the professors like?" I asked next.

It wouldn't do to grow quiet and keep my gaze centered at the sights beyond the train car's window. If I socialized, at the very least I'd be able to learn more about things, and maybe even catch stuff that I had once read, and that I didn't remember any longer. It had been years, perhaps even decades, since I had last read the books.

Still, the hours passed in relative peace. I even pulled out one of the school books to get a head start, but closed it after no more than half an hour, a dull headache from reading while in movement the main cause. With a dreary sigh, I closed my eyes and rested.

I was woken up by the rattling of the door, a blond figure popping in briefly, glancing around, and then looking at me for the briefest of instants. "I am looking for Harry Potter."

"I lack a scar on my forehead," I replied, pointing at my pristine and clear forehead. The blond sneered, and then left.

"Oh yeah, Harry Potter's supposed to be on the train!" another of the older years said with a gush to his voice. "The Boy-Who-Lived! He'll definitely be a Gryffindor." The fact the teen's tie had the colors of Gryffindor meant that his judgment was clearly biased, but it was also the truth, though he wouldn't know it.

I grew quiet, until at a certain point the older students began to shift into their robes, and I did the same with mine. "You can leave the luggage on the train," one of the older students told me, "They'll send the house elves to fetch them."

I nodded and thanked him.

Then, I stepped outside to face the chilly September month of Scotland and the cold, freezing waters of the Hogwarts' lake upon a boat.

The castle's lights in the far off distance glittered, giving it a very magical appearance.

The cold wind biting into my skin dug deep into my chest, however.

The malaise clung to me like a shroud, the stomach bottomed at my feet.

Congratulations, Shade Umbrus...

...you have become a wizard, destroyer of physics.

Not my novel, please don't comment, please don't ask about plots and what not l, I simply don't care. The only reason I upload it here is to listen on the audiobook while I work a 12/14 hours long shift.

All credit goes to original author

Everyone is sitting in the great hall after the sorting ceremony eating the food. How ever those with super human hearing can hear a car horn followed by crunching of metal.
"That better be a Ford Anglia or I will leave a bigger crater than I did in Axel... I should follow Megumin's chant, done in dragon language with my wand..." Sandstorm thinks out loud.
"Are you planning to destroy the British isles?" Lisa asks knowing just how over kill that will be with the power multiplier of this world.
"Ah.... I forget what might happen if I don't hold back... that power outage in London 4 years ago was a coincidence..." Sandstorm mutters after hearing Lisa's argument.
"And for this years Defence against the Dark Arts teacher I have invited Gildroy Lockhart." Albus Dumbledore says to all the people seated.
"So he used his memories?..." Sandstorm stares of into the distance using her fate coding to read what happened to him according to his fate.
"This world is really corrupt! He only had to pay a 5 Galleon fine!" Sandstorm says knowing she framed him but the punishment was nill.
"Wait seriously!?" Lisa says shocked.
"Some people need to be sacrificed for the greater good." Shirone mutters reminding everyone of Dumbledore's old friend Grindelwald. However few people knew that saying didn't belong to Grindelwald but Dumbledore instead.
'Fate! I know I could just find it by searching my edicate memory for the Harry Potter books but just give me half the list for the black side at Wizengamot I'm going to make them disappear and leave a warning.' Sandstorm says standing up loudly.
"Headmaster  Dumbledore I refuse to take Defense Against the Dark Arts this year!" Sandstorm announces as she marches out of the great hall leaving behind a very pissed of and prideful Gildroy Lockhart.
===============================
The next morning.
Sandstorm walks over to Ron and Harry. Believe it or not they are not best friends like in the book or movie.
"So, how was the drive here?" Sandstorm asks them trying not to laugh.
"Rather well, the American car flew rather well!" Ron says before he's suddenly blasted into the wall, Sandstorm disappeared at the same time.
"Oh no, she's going to burn the tree!" Lisa says running after Sandstorm who apperated out of Hogwarts.
While that's going on a new newspaper flys in.
=======================
Bellatrix Lestrange escaped from Azkaban!
During a routine inspection of the prison the warden noticed that Lestrange's cell was covered in scratches saying "Traitors will pay." "Potter will die." And finally "Voldemort will return again!" 
The Minister has sent Dementors to search for her and is talking with Headmaster Dumbledore in order to see about stationing Dementors at Hogwarts.
============================
After reading that shocking bit of news.
"Does anyone else smell smoke?" Asks a random Hufflepuff student.
"Ah, Yoru's at it again." Luna says at the Ravenclaw table. 
Sandstorm walks back into the great hall with Lisa following behind her deathly silent.
"I could have used that tree to level up the farm..." Shirone mutters knowing exactly what they did.

A genius programer named mike destined to die early at the age of 60 was hit by a truck.
We come to find him now a her as she became his video game character from the game  his 7 friends spent the past 10 years working on.
An now we can see the one of the most ridiculous existences explore the endless path and infinite cosmos. As the new reborn goddess Sandstorm begins her Odyssey.   


I have seen a lot of different anime and read several thousands of books at this point. I will probably take inspiration for things and not even know it especially since my naming sense is trash. 
I also want to say besides Fateoria, my Mc, and the people in Fareoria it is likely I will not own any of the other worlds or stories that my character will interact with.

What if Harry was born three years earlier? A world in which Harry Potter and Neville's destiny is interchanged. He didn't became boy-who-lived but something else- A Legend.


This fanfiction is the work from fanfiction.com that have been abandoned. I would like to complete or extend them. Hope you like it.

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