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.

The next morning, the entire house was wake up by the loud hysterical howling of one of the rare specimens of terrestrial whale that resides in 4 privet drive, little Whinging. before he has any chance, Harry exit the cupboard to the kitchen to fix the huge breakfast that he has to cook for the family. Not wanting to leave any excuse for Vernon to stop him from going to London, he quickly fades in his room after being done and clean.

By seven, he was already in the car waiting for the rest of them to make their way. Thankfully and due to the fact that he was able to escape, the Polikiss have decided to accompany them to the Zoo, leaving them to take their son with them and thus leaving a free spot between him and Dudley in the car.

By half-past seven Harry exit the car on the outskirt of London, looking at the family driving away without a word in order to enjoy a freak less day in the Zoo. The time he came across his first clothes shop, the employee was already opening.

Making his way in the aisle for underwear, pant, shirt, jacket and finishing with a cap and shoes. Once his correct size found, he quickly fetches the corresponding items. Taking advantage of the empty shop he asks if he would be able to use the changing room and direct exit with is news cloth on. Seeing that they were effectively no one inside the store, the clerk allowed him to do so after retrieving the price tag on the different articles.

Ten minutes later, a new Harry Potter exit the shop fitted in a pair of straight blue jeans, a white shirt under a light grey jacket, an equally grey fedora on his head and a per of black sneakers and a bag graciously offered by the clerk for his old clothes and the shoebox containing his old shoes.

Turning in a back street he opens his item box behind a trash can. What open was not what he expected, his previous ten per twenty per ten-item box graduating to a twenty-five per fifty per twenty-five. While sliding the bag in the box he asks CS.

"What happens to the item box?"
-It must have upgrade itself yesterday it was a rank I skill, the lowest so it must have rank up.-
Sure enough, when Harry calls his status his item box has evolved from I to H. Happy with the change he made his way back to the main street before heading toward the closest bus station and buy a ticket for Charing Cross. By half-past height, He exits the bus before go up the street having passed the Leaky Claudron on his way to the station.

For the outside world, a young boy vanishes between a bookstore and office without notice, while young harry stood on the doorstep of a tattered, dark wooden door under a ... a leaking cauldron signboard.

-It official, the wizarding world doesn't have either plane good taste for cleanliness or architecture, it as if the whole building going to collapse on itself.-
"They're still the alley" Say harry, keeping a semblance of hope.
-Yeah right, and the queen going to lead the first intergalactic war.-

He opens his mouth but no sound came out before closing it.
"Whatever, let enter we don't have time, as long as it collapses after were out it ok."
-Let's hope.-

It was one somewhat hesitant Harry Potter who pushes open the door and enter the pub.
-Called it.-
It was what he fears it to be, a paradise for the health inspection who would want to make an example of a soon to be closed establishment. Wherever he looked, he could see layer upon layer of uncleaned furniture. The table was without the need of varnish, protected by a gorged wood of grease and what should be a mixture of Firewishky, butterbeer and other beverages available in the establishment. He was even starting to ask himself if the flooring was of this natural dark shade or was it the years of...
'Nope, I don't want to know.'

Thankfully, before his thoughts could wander on the rest of the pub, his attention was suddenly redirected to the bartender.
"What can I do for you son?"
"Heu, Diagon Alley?" Still unsure if it was the right choice to come, letting come out as a question.

Mistaking his expression and his question for what it appears, a young muggle-born perhaps coming for the first time in the Alley. Smiling, he exits off behind the bar.
"First time in the Alley?"
"Brother is with my parents on the other side, it's my turn this year." Come absentmindedly out of his mouth before he even knows.
Still smiling at the lost boy, he directs him to the other side of the bar, leading to a brick wall sporting some worn-out bricks. Mechanically tapping the brick in a used motion after taking out his wand. Turning to Harry he smugly looks at the face of the new young Wizzard who surely made his step in the wizarding world for the first time in marvel.

"Take care and enjoy, if you don't found your parent, came back and wait for someone to open the way." Not a single time concerned by the fact that a young boy made is way here alone.
-Well, they could be accused to be the brightest bulb in the box, let go were under timer.-

Coming back to his sense, he bolts past Tom, entering in the Alley proper.
Once the first impression slowly settles, he starts to look at the different shops, and in particular, objects he could make a correlation with the mundane world and make an approximation of the price. Madam Malkin shop was out as the material and the quantity of fabric used was not the same added to the fact they were manufactured magically and surely more pricy as well. Apothecaries where also out, after all, you can't found mandrake on the outside, let alone powered ones.

Is choice finally land on books, school book to be precise, entering Flourish and Blotts, he made his way between the aisle and the rising pile of books threatening to fall on you should you take one of its books. While making its way bookcase attract is attention, or more precisely the books on the display.

'CS is that...?'
-Yep, welcome to the marvel of the parallel universe my boy.- Cackling madly CS when he sees them.
'Fuck me sideways.'
In front of him was a complete collection of the Boy-Who-Lived stories. On the book cover, a brown-haired, brown eyes child with a wand in hand facing a dragon, on title one could read: 
"James Potter and the Shrinking Dragon."

'I am in a fucking Wrong Boy Who Lived type universe!' Before he could meltdown, CS yet had to the blow.
-That not the worst.-
'How could that not be the worst!'
-Think, why would they categorize it in the fantasy section.- Calming down on the fact and thinking he respond without thinking.
'Well, it guardian should have made sure that ... Don't tell me...'
-Yeah, that what I think to.-
"Their alive" Came in a whisper as he takes support on a nearing table to stabilize himself. "Their alive and leave me with those monsters." Unwilling to let him spiral in those kinds of through, CS divers is attention on other matters.
-We need to found asap if you have another type of monetary support and claim them immediatly.-

Coming back, he immediately exits the shop after eavesdropping a sales between a young wizard coming buying his books for the new year.Going out before he was spotted by an assistant of the shop, he made his way toward the white building standing on the fork that divides the Alley in two down it.

Up a set of white stairs leading up to a set of burnished bronze doors. The doors flanked by a goblin in a uniform of scarlet and gold on each side a halberd in hand, strutting each wizard and witches climbing their stairs. Raising his head the moment he near the stairs before entering into a small entrance hall with another set of doors. Engraved on these silver doors the words:

Enter, stranger, but take heed
Of what awaits the sin of greed
For those who take, but do not earn,
Must pay most dearly in their turn.
So if you seek beneath our floors
A treasure that was never yours,
Thief, you have been warned, beware
Of finding more than treasure there.

Taking a firm step he enters.
"Let's do it."

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

6 months pass as halloween come around and the event happens just like the book Jame and lily potter die Dumbledore hides Harry voldemort is gone frank and Alice longbottoms are tortured into insanity by the lestranges and Barty Crouch Jr they are captured and sentenced to life in Azkaban prison. Sirius black is caught at the scene of the murder of Peter Pettigrew and 13 muggers and sentenced to life in Azkaban for the murder of the potters with no trial I always found that suspicious but hey its hard times. the ministry is flooded with cries of the imperious curse and trials left and right minister bagnold steps down from office for minister Cornelius Fudge. Harry Potter is made a hero at the age of 1 his destroyed house is made a monument to those who lost their lives during the war and the final stand of good versus evil. books are written about the boy-who-lived and his name is sung throughout the entire Wizarding world. crime starts to slow down with many death eaters behind bars who could bribe their way out or cry imperious. after that life simple moves on for everyone none the wiser about a small child living in a cuppoard under the stair at his aunts house or the 10 years of neglect that would follow. 


meanwhile in otter st catchpole our hero reads his books practices his occulmency and martial arts raises his gnome army and steadily accumulates funds via shadow jobs and the farm he knows where diagon alley is so he could send his shadows to buy thing of his elfs but he wants to do that himself he wants to see the legendary alley of magic firsthand from the books it's a place of wonder and he doesn't want to see it through shadow recall besides he only has enough for about 700 galleons he doesn't know the price on things but figures he can't buy too much he could buy some basic stuff in the shop if he wanted but no there's no fun in that as much as he wants to try every flavor beans he's gunna go to the candy shop and take that by hand he refuses to back down on this what's a world of wonder and Magic if you buy everything from the fucking shop? he has a few hundred thousand gp and 750sp he is going to save most of it but buy about 50 more books from the system to stock the library including the 30 he borrowed from Pandora. I want to get the animagus potion for 10m gp I also want custom sets for my smithy including custom forges hammer tools anvils and an ore stockpile.


Timeskip 4 years

Ryan is now 5 years old him and Luna play almost every other day with toys he had bought from the system he has become good friends with the twins by offering them muggle style joke books and pranks along with magic shop items and tricks like fake poo and fart spray double headed coins and hand buzzers. Ron had grown up a whiney little brat Ginny is now 4 and has a Harry potter obsession and I treat her like a little sister I'll probably snatch riddles diary to prevent her crappy year at hogwarts me and Luna play with her a lot Luna has still got that dreamy look all the time but is more happy and open than what was shown in the book she loves animals still and talks about strange things which I think are mage vision and seer powers I've introduced her to my gnome knights they have taken to following her around I had to scold them once that gnome knights don't skip and collect flowers. it fell upon deaf ears as I was ignored for Luna I wonder if this is how king Arthur felt when he was betrayed by his most loyal knights. I must not cry. I must be strong my kingdom needs me. I'll just have shadow 1 who I've named Liu Kang double their training.
anyway from my system book I've learned that nargles really do exist apparently they are a type of magical sprite in the fabrics of space and time idk I got lost reading it.

now Ginny that little tomboy spitfire all that's on her mind is flying mud and rough housing. I don't see what's so good about flying when you can walk everywhere perfectly fine no need to go so high up in the air with all those chances to drop to your death nuh uh. chances of falling to death drastically decrease when your on the ground I mean it's not like I'm afraid of flying ( Cassie: pfft.) no sir a king fears nothing not even fish with those dead looking soulless eyes and the weird way they flop *shiver* okay so we can't all be perfect there's zero chance of me ever wanting to get on a quidditch team like ever and I totally don't eat seafood because I'm afraid of it. nope. crispy boneless chicken is just my favorite yep. so now back to me I've finally been able to start my missions most of them are practicing wandless magic for 1 hour a day some basic exercises and random quests from mother to do small chores I asked for an allowance I get 1 galleon a week I can ask for a trip to the alley at some point but not right now for now I'm going to fill up my dragon piggybank. I use a little bit sometimes for birthday presents like cat in the hat books for Luna and some quidditch books for Ginny honestly I like quidditch I just don't ever want to play it. I can gain about 200 sp everyday from my quests I'm planning to save it it's hard to earn. I've learned a few new spells that I remember from the books such as the unlocking spell alohamora the stunning spell stupify and expeliarmus I am trying to learn the patronus but it's really hard and my magic can't sustain it my stunning spells probably don't even have the power to daze someone but they are getting better and I've learned reducto the blasting curse it doesn't so much as blast as it does push stuff away from me.
TIME SKIP 3 YEARS 
I'm now 8 years old I'm allowed to leave the house by myself and go to Lunas the weaselys or the park down the road of course I have a tracking spell on me most of the time Luna is with me a lot of the time like some ray of sunshine that follows me and makes my day brighter the accident to her mother happened last week and she watched it but lucky for us Pandora always wore the emergency port key so she was saved after that Luna clung to me a lot more than usual with hugs and hand holding and sometimes crying we had to work hard to get her back to the ray of sunshine and mysteries we all know and love our friendship has progressed to where when her and Ginny play house I'm her future husband and Ginny gets Harry I was excited when I heard of this it seems my childhood friendship has gone well honestly though the Harry Potter husband thing from Ginny kind of feels like brainwashing they should work on that I've introduced her to other hero books in the hopes in can help a bit but we all know I'm going to tease her about it mercilessly. the twins have gotten to the strange noises and explosions coming from their room molly has given up trying to stop them it's their first year after all maybe I should give them some tips. other than this nothing to really report my gnome knights now hold martial arts tournaments on the regular me and Luna as king and queen of the gnomes watch over them while enjoying pumpkin juice which I found odd at first I still prefer apple. the winner of the tournament gets a mount I lucked upon some squirrels and I snatched them into my kingdom they are used as prizes and teaches the gnomes proper animal care I've even helped them build a squirrel stable. they have recently started working on space travel ( as I watch one gnome fire another gnome using a wooden slingshot) it's not progressing well but I have high hopes for them.

Reincarnation? Wishes? A System? Magic? Harem? Pudding? This story has all of those. Multiverse travel, kingdom building, fan boy dreams come true in this wild story starting in the Harry Potter world. Instantly op character? nope. sharingan at the start? nope. shameless Mc? yep. shameless comedy? yep. NTR. nope. 

Just to let everyone know this is my first story English is my native language I planned 0 chapters in this whole book and I literally started writing it because I simple wanted to read it myself. It contains parts from bringing the farm to another world, shadow hack, and supreme Anime system. leave any advice you want I read all comments and try to take them into account.


(disclaimer I only own my characters I personally make) also there will be some grammar errors and some plot holes think of this as a rough draft I'm just winging it basically at this point lol doing well so far tho I plan to go back later to fix small things like speech and paragraphs sometimes I miss things. be gentle it's my first time.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN:

Harry jumped when a loud pop sounded behind him; spinning around, he saw Dobby holding future Harry's hand. The man didn't even seem to notice him, however – his eyes were fixed on Professor Snape, and while his face was impassive the eyes burned with emotions more intense than Harry had ever seen in one man's face.

"I need to speak with Severus," the man said intently, and recognizing the dismissal for what it was Harry scrambled to gather his books.

"Thank you for the lesson, Professor," he stopped to say before exiting hurriedly. He knew when he was unwanted, and his presence was most definitely unwanted now.

"Did you know?" Harry demanded as soon as the door had closed behind his younger self. Raising powerful privacy wards with a few flicks of his wrist, he advanced on the older wizard. Dobby knew to leave then.

"Know what, Potter?" Severus asked curtly, immediately on the defensive as he rose.

"That I'm a Horcrux," Harry snarled. Several jars burst with the force of his anger, and Severus paled.

"That's possible?" the Potions Master asked weakly, looking like he was about to vomit. That more than anything convinced Harry that he didn't know, though he couldn't help but wonder whether Severus in the future had known. He would have told me, Harry insisted, but his anger didn't abate.

"Fucking Dumbledore!" he roared, slamming his magic down in the center of the room, smashing the stones into tiny pieces. It's fortunate that we're in the dungeons, Harry noted with a small part of his brain. Sending his magic into the ground, he restored the floor to its previous state, then smashed it again, cursing Dumbledore's name, Voldemort's incompetence, and life in general as he alternatively smashed and restored the floor. Eventually he felt that he had expressed his anger enough to let it go, and restored the floor one last time before sinking into the chair Harry had vacated. "Fuck my life," he whispered, dropping his head into his hands.

"That was an interesting form of anger management," Severus stated, and Harry wondered whether anyone else would have noticed the faint edge to his voice. Harry simply laughed humorlessly in response.

"I have to die," he said simply.

"Why?"

Harry jerked his head up to snarl at Severus, "Because otherwise fucking Voldemort can't fucking die, that's why!"

Severus just held his angry gaze with level eyes, appearing perfectly calm as he said, "Even if there is no ritual to remove a Horcrux from a vessel without harming it – which I doubt – there is still the option of simply putting the Dark Lord into stasis until you die of natural causes."

Harry stared at the taller man in shock – then laughed, the tension draining from him suddenly. "God, I love you," he said earnestly, ignoring the other man's reaction. Standing, he leaned over and clasped the Potions Master's hand, noting absently that it was quite cold. "Sorry about the jars. I'm going to go speak to the goblins; Hermione looked through the entire Hogwarts library in the other timeline and most of the Black library as well, but we never asked any other races. I know how busy you are, but if you could find a spare minute to look into possibilities, I would be most grateful." With a smile Harry called Dobby and popped away, leaving a stunned Potions Master behind.

OoOoO

Dobby popped them directly into the entrance hall of Gringotts, and Harry saw that most of the tellers were empty. Walking up to one teller and ignoring the few other customers he greeted the goblin there.

"Good evening, Warrior." It was amazing, what all one could learn from books – or, well, from Hermione. "I have come to discuss a Dark item residing in the Lestrange vault."

The goblin gave him a piercing look. "Name?"

"Harry James Potter-Black," Harry said, pitching his voice low but speaking with the authority the name gave him. The goblin gave him another piercing look before waving to another goblin, never taking his eyes off the human.

"Take the customer to Scholar Krillak," he ordered curtly, and Harry laid his fist over his heart once in the goblin salute before following the second goblin. They went down several long marble hallways before the goblin stopped before a large door and pushed it open without knocking. At the goblin's sign Harry stepped inside, letting the door close behind him.

"Scholar Krillak?" he asked, placing his fist over his heart when the goblin looked up from his notes. "My name is Harry James Potter-Black."

"Welcome, Mister Potter-Black," the goblin replied, saluting him in turn. "How can I be of assistance?" Harry wondered whether all goblins learned that piercing look in school, or whether it was simply a trait of their race.

"There is a Horcrux in the Lestrange vault," he said without further ado – another thing Hermione had told him about goblins. Never dance around the topic, for they don't appreciate small talk.

The goblin's eyebrows rose. "A Horcrux, indeed?"

Harry nodded. "The Cup of Hufflepuff," he supplied.

"And this is a care of yours how..?"

"The Horcrux is Voldemort's."

"Ah." Turning, the goblin barked out a phrase in the directing of the side door. "It will be checked momentarily. Is there anything else?"

"Yes; I was wondering whether you know of a way to remove a soul piece from a vessel without harming the vessel itself."

The goblin gave him that piercing look again, weighing his words before saying, "There is."

"Is it a service the goblins offer?" Harry refrained from adding that he would pay – of course a human would pay for anything the goblins did; no need to let them know how much he wanted this.

"It could be," the goblin temporized, and Harry realized that he couldn't get out of it after all.

"I am willing to pay a thousand galleons for such a service."

"No less than five thousand galleons would be acceptable for such a service," the goblin argued, and Harry heaved an inner sigh of relief. Five thousand was far less than he had expected; after all, he had that much in the trust vault alone.

"One thousand five hundred," he haggled anyway, knowing now that five thousand was their insultingly high offer. And so they haggled, settling on the amount of three thousand forty galleons just as the side door opened and a goblin entered with a canvas bag. The two goblins traded a few words before the second goblin placed the bag on the scholar's desk and left.

Opening the bag to reveal Hufflepuff's Cup, the goblin said, "We can of course not simply give you an item from another's vault," and another round of bargaining began.

OoOoO

"Excellent," Harry said, signing the check that authorized the removal of several thousand galleons from his vault. Setting the quill aside, he leaned back in his chair. "Now, about the ritual to remove a soul piece from a vessel – could you summarize the procedure for me?" A few minutes later he nodded, posing one more question. "Would it be safe for a human to undertake?"

The goblin shot him a sharp look, and Harry elaborated. "No, I don't mean for a human to lead the ritual – I mean for a human as the vessel containing a foreign soul piece."

Scholar Krillak's eyes darted to Harry's forehead, and the wizard nodded. "You understand my meaning."

"Yes, it would be possible," the goblin replied grudgingly, understanding now that he could have asked for a lot more than three thousand forty galleons. Unfortunately for him, it was already too late, for Harry had signed a check for both the cost of the cup and the ritual, letting the goblin think that the ritual was for the cup. Since he had already destroyed both Slytherin's and Ravenclaw's items, Harry felt it only fair to destroy Hufflepuff's as well, though he would have had the goblins cleanse all of the Founders' items had he known sooner. He had the money to pay for it, after all.

"Excellent. I would like to undertake the ritual at your earliest convenience," Harry said, making it clear with his tone that he expected to undergo the ritual as soon as possible. "If my counterpart still has the soul piece in him after I have undergone the ritual, then I will request your services again – for the same price, of course."

"Of course," the goblin said through gritted teeth. Goblins both respected and loathed a human who could haggle properly.

"That is all my business for today," Harry said, standing and saluting the goblin. "If I have not received notice within the week I will return on Sunday evening for the ritual. I may be indisposed on either Friday or Saturday evening. Good evening to you, Scholar Krillak."

Walking in the occupied street, a man who stood out walked inside the library.
Ezekiel who had returned from his journey, had met with Hagrid who was completely surprised by the fact of seeing so many endangered magical beasts, and almost fainted by the happiness of being able to seeing them. While Light was completely happy about his return, he had [Shadow] rebuild the fence to a big room where all could stay in their own habitant preferred area.
Rest of the time left for the next year of school to begin, was spend in research, experiments and taking care of the beasts. Although while gone, various people had tried intruding but were stopped by [Shadow] and his defense system. 
Today he walks in the Library Flourish and Blotts, which was the place he first bought all knowledge books which introduced him about the Wizarding world, to see one of the person who picked up his interest when it came to his adventures around the world, although definitely fake there must be some truth behind every lie.
Waiting as he looked through the books which were almost all read, apart from some novels or diaries, suddenly his coat was touched from behind and turning he saw it was Hermione. Her face was filled with happiness yet there could be seen a little sadness.
Hermione: "Ezekiel!"
Ezekiel: "Hello, how are you Hermione?", said while putting the books back to their position.
Hermione: "I am fine, how about you? Where were you when the points were being distributed?", with her eyes wide open as she can see the truth.
Ezekiel: "Well I had a little business".
Hermione didn't pursue more, instead looked behind, "wait a minute" said as she went to two older people, bringing them here she introduced them, "Ezekiel this is my mother and this is my father" she said while introducing, "mother, father this is Ezekiel a teacher of Hogwarts".
Ezekiel looked at the two people, "it is nice to meet you".
Monica: "Ohh my, hello my name is Monica. You know it is the second time we see the Wizarding world, it wonders me how no one knows of this world".
Wendell: "Hello, my name is Wendell, thank you for taking care of Hermione".
As Ezekiel and the two adults talked, Hermione went away on her own and soon enough brought back Harry towards him.
Harry who saw one Ezekiel, spoke respectfully, "hello sir".
Ezekiel: "Hello Harry".
"Ladies and gentleman, I present you Gilderoy Lockhart" a rather lazy voice reverberated in the Library.
Everyone started clapping as they looked at Lockhart who appeared in-front of everyone, while all females and some males changed their faces, as if enchanted by the man in-front.
"Make way there please, let me be madam. Thank you" said the photographer while passing through the crowd.
"Excuse me little girl, this is for the Daily Prophet", while centering himself and taking photos of Lockhart who posed in a weird way, showing his teeth's.
Suddenly the man looked over this side, and saw Harry Potter while Ezekiel who was by his side, his face changed at a visible second, but controlled himself, "Harry Potter".
The photographer who looked towards Lockhart's direction saw Harry and also looked over to see him and took him forcefully to him, while pushing him towards Lockhart.
Ezekiel had disappeared after Lockhart had looked at him, as he knew the character of the writer who was nothing more than a false identity to gain fame and money. Landing he slowly walked towards his Hut, not before passing by the house full of magical beasts. 
*Knock, knock, knock* 
Suddenly his Hut was knocked, opening the door it was Hagrid who seemed very happy about something.
Ezekiel: "Come in", while closing as Hagrid entered.
Hagrid: "Hahaha, you will not believe it, how could I even forget to remind you" said while sitting on the sofa, "you remember Norbert, although because of getting my house countless times on fire, it was discovered, but somehow the Ministry didn't deny me taking care of it" said while smiling like a little child.
Ezekiel: "Good for you, where are you placing him?".
Hagrid: "Oh, I took him inside the Forest after all it got too big to stay inside the Hut".
Ezekiel nodded and talked through along Hagrid, although most of it was Hagrid talking about what he did these vacations, the places he went to, the people he met with…
Soon time passed, as Hagrid left to his Hut, Ezekiel continued with his research and spell creation, and the Magic Orbs continued changing with each passing day. While his body is already in the verge of being able to use Magic of this world, after all he can feel a different energy around him, which unlike before he sensed due to his perception, he now can feel the control over this energy.
Writing on his papers, Ezekiel heard a noise different from the Forest beasts, it seemed of a car, as so he looked over the sky to be presented with a flying car and out of control, while inside sat Harry and Ron. Ignoring the little kids, he continued with his things as time was not to be wasted.
The magic spell he is achieving to create is completely different, as unlike Latin, or any other language in the world Ezekiel made it with his own created. Like Chinese, Japanese…all languages are created to one express himself to the other, but due to the limitations the human language has, Ezekiel created one which is completely different from the human language, if to say it directly speaks to the spirit of the other.
And the magic he intending to create, is something which not only removed the necessity of a wand, but also chanting which is very bad in many situations where the wizard/witch need to utilize magic in hurried state, and possibly could end up endangering or even paying the price of oneself for this. 
This way another night passed, while Ezekiel was immersed on his paperwork, and the magical beasts sleeping.

As the soldier sacrificed his last second, he gained another life where his new journey to the Multiverse just began.
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Turning back, they saw a round-faced, short, chubby, boy who also had blond hair. He is the same boy who had lost his toad when they were on the train, Neville Longbottom.
"I-I mean, only if you guys don't have any problems with me, I will understand if you don't want my company." He looked down avoiding the group's gaze.
"No, it's fine, let's go, I'm hungry!"
...
As they didn't have any other classes to attend today, because History of magic would only start next week, Hermione together with a few Gryffindor girls who wanted tips on transfiguration class, went to the library, and Andrew together with, Harry, Ron, Neville, Seamus Finnigan, and Dean Thomas, his roommates, spend the rest of the day talking about things like quidditch and Soccer.
People like Ron, who didn't have any muggle background couldn't understand how a sport with only one ball and no one flying could be interesting, so Harry, and Dean who had a muggle upbringing and was also one of the biggest fans of West Ham football team, tried to explain to him how exciting soccer could be, while Ron would try to refute them by saying things he liked about quidditch.
Andrew, who wasn't interested in neither, a few hours later went to Gryffindor common room and decided to spend some time with his cat, before going to sleep earlier, he didn't need to worry about food since he always carried some healthy snacks inside his backpack in case he needed.
When the sky outside started to darken, Andrew was already asleep. In his mind, the same process he had been repeating every since awakening his magic was undergoing some changes...
The moment he drank the hundredth drop of the mysterious liquid, golden shining lines spread through his body and slowly took over the entire place.
That place which resembled a library in his mind slowly broke apart and started to undergo a lot of changes, the wooden shelves where the books were, slowly transformed into diamond shelves.
The floor and walls, once cement, now appeared to be made of marble and blocks of gold. The old, dirty mat where he meditated now seemed to be made of the most expensive materials, and it also seemed to emit a faint light, not only that, around the mat where he meditated, nine new different mats appeared, each with a different color and a word attached to it.
ANGER, FEAR, DISGUST, CONTEMPT, PRIDE, RESENTMENT, SADNESS, JOY, and AMUSEMENT.
Soon, the place that seemed to look like a little humble library became a mansion worthy of a king.
As the place changes finished, the shining golden lines retreated and formed 9 connections, each linking Andrew's mat with another one. At that moment, only one of the lines kept glowing, the one that connected his mat to the one with the word joy. At the same time, Andrew started to emit a golden aura that little by little seemed to be moving to the other side of the line.
After 10 hours, a shadow of a humanoid figure seated in lotus position seemed to have formed above the mat, and currently, it was impossible to identify the appearance of the shadow, at best, it seemed to be the shadow of a man.
Then, slowly the place disappeared and Andrew opened his eyes, back at the dormitory, seeing the sun rising, he couldn't help but think about his dreams, 'Could they be connected with that vision, also, all that knowledge in my mind that didn't seem to work in real life, what is its purpose? Where did that come from? I wonder, if I should talk about it to someone, perhaps, my father or Dumbledore could help me solve the mystery behind it...'
Getting up, he put on his uniform and backpack and after playing with the cat for a while, he left the dormitory and to his surprise, Hermione left the dormitory at the same time, smiling, they went to the Great Hall together.
"Doesn't it bother you?" Asked Hermione as she observed how people talked and looked at him as if he was some kind of animal in a zoo, because of the matter with the ice.
"No, its human nature to fear and be curious about the unknown. If I were in their place, I would probably do the same thing, I guess." Andrew replied without thinking much of his words.
"You are quite mature for your age, aren't you?"
"It must be my parent's fault, their friends are all scientists or people from high society, I think it ended up affecting me a little over the years, ever since I was a little kid I had to attend with them some sophisticated events. Not that I like them or anything similar, I would prefer to stay home, but they always insisted, so I couldn't say no to my parents."
"Speak for yourself, I would love to visit some of those events, just thinking about me talking with some of those famous scientists and scholars makes me feel excited, so many things to learn, if it was those famous and incredible wizards then, I would probably be so happy, that I wouldn't be able to sleep until the day of the event." Hermione's eyes seemed to shine as she spoke.
"Haha, I think my parents would love you! Your personality truly matches theirs."
While they were having breakfast in the Great Hall, several owls appeared and started to deliver letters and packages to the students, seeing that Andrew had received a book, curious, Hermione started to ask questions about it.
"This? It's a book about potions and alchemy." Andrew said as he showed her the cover of the book that contained only the words: 'Nicolas Flamel / 13'.
"Nicolas Flamel? I think I read his name somewhere ..." Hermione said, trying to remember where she heard the name from.
"I believe that every wizard who knows a little about the history of magic has heard his name, haha! Nicolas Flamel, he is the greatest alchemist in history, the man who created the Philosopher's Stone! He is also an old man with both feet in the grave if I'm not mistaken he is over 600 years old."
She nodded, clearly interested in the subject, "And why did you received this book? I don't think I've ever heard of it."
"Oh, its because I'm his disciple, a few years ago, I started to learn alchemy, and my parents tried to buy books personally written by him, at the beginning he was little reluctant to do it, so he only sent one book after my parents paid a hefty price, but he also sent some sort of challenge with it, that was written at the end of the book, and when I completed it, and I somehow managed to surprise him, he asked if I wanted to become his apprentice."
"Ever since then, he started to send me those books on a regular base, and every time I finish one, he sends me a new one, unfortunately, this will be the penultimate, and I don't know when I'll receive the last one."
"And why is that?" She asked with confusion on her face.
"Well, it seems he is going to fully retire? I don't really understand, but it seems that he doesn't want to work anymore. Thankfully, he promised to send me something that would allow me to continue studying even after he retires, although I don't know what he's going to send."
"Can you let me see your old books? The one's you don't need anymore? I promise to give it back to you after I'm done with them."
"Only if you manage to finish studying and practice the books of potions we will use in the first 3 years as I did."
"Wait, you said the first 3 years? How did you do it?"
"Well, basically, I had a lot more time to prepare for Hogwarts since I was born in a wizard family."
Hermione sighed as she heard Andrew's answer, but this only increased her resolve to study and practice as many subjects as she can.
"Speaking of potions, today is our first Potions lesson, I wonder, how Professor Snape classes are."
"Ahh... Do you want a piece of advice? Just, try not to show off, I learned this lesson the hard way, but don't worry, I'll try to make him more friendly with you..."
...
The Potions classroom was a large square, with large tables, and windows, in one corner of the room, there was a cabinet with some ingredients that the students could use and in the other corner was a stone base in which cold water spilled from the mouth of a gargoyle that could be used to wash students' hands and ladles, and on the walls, pickled animal's were floating inside jars.
The place was cold and had a spooky atmosphere as if it was created based on some sort of horror movie like Frankenstein.
Hermione and Andrew had sat together, and in front of them were Harry and Ron.
When Professor Snape arrived, he instantly captured everyone's attention, he had an air around him that made students pay attention to him very easily.
Like Flitwick, Snape started the class by making a roll call, and when Snape said Andrew and Draco's name, everyone could see that his gloomy expression brightened a little bit, however, the moment he said Harry's name, he made a sudden pause.
"Ah, yes," he said softly, "Harry Potter. Our new — celebrity."
Draco Malfoy and his friends Crabbe and Goyle sniggered behind their hands. Snape finished calling the names and looked up at the class. His eyes were black like Hagrid's, but they had none of Hagrid's warmth. They were cold and empty and made you think of dark tunnels.
"You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion-making," he began. He spoke in barely more than a whisper, but they caught every word — like Professor McGonagall, Snape had the gift of keeping a class silent without effort. "As there is little foolish wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic. I don't expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses. . . . I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper death — if you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach."
More silence followed this little speech. Harry and Ron exchanged looks with raised eyebrows. Hermione was on the edge of her seat and looked anxious to start proving that she wasn't a dunderhead. However, she also had in mind Andrew's words and knew she had to be more restrained if she wanted to get Snape's approval.
"Potter!" said Snape suddenly. "What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"
Harry glanced at Ron, who looked as stumped as he was; Hermione's hand had almost shot into the air, but the moment she was about to make a movement, Andrew hold her hand while shaking his head, this made her remember what he told her, so she decided to stop her early action.
This didn't scape Snape's eyes, he gazed in Andrew's direction for a fraction of a second then turned to Harry once again.
"I don't know, sir," said Harry.
Snape's lips curled into a sneer.
"Tut, tut — fame clearly isn't everything."
"Let's try again. Potter, where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?"
 Harry didn't have the faintest idea of what a bezoar was. He tried not to look at Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle, who were shaking with laughter.
"I don't know, sir."
"Thought you wouldn't open a book before coming, eh, Potter?"
Andrew observed Harry's face and knew that his friend was really uncomfortable, depressed, and slightly angered as well. He wished he could help, but remembering what his father said, about Snape having a grudge against Harry's father, he knew it would only be a temporary solution if he intervened this way, if he truly wanted to help, he would have to find a way to make Snape accept Harry and perhaps become more friendly with him, which at the moment seemed to be an impossible task.
"What is the difference, Potter, between monkshood and wolfsbane?"
At that moment, Hermione was practically shaking, she knew the answers to all these questions, but Andrew was still holding her in place, trying to make sure she made a good first impression on Snape.
However, as her actions grew more and more, "energetic", Snape couldn't pretend anymore that he didn't saw Andrew's pleading eyes, that were trying to convey two messages, stop messing with Harry, and give Hermione a chance.
"I don't know," said Harry quietly.
"Really disappointing, Potter." He turned to Hermione and said.
"Granger, seeing that you at least hang out with the right people," He looked at Andrew for a moment and turned his attention back to her. "You should be able to answer my questions. So, say the answers to each one of them."
Hermione, noticing Snape's words, turned to Andrew and thanked him for his help, Andrew just smiled, and whispered, "You better not keep him waiting."
"Professor, asphodel and wormwood make a sleeping potion so powerful it is known as the Draught of Living Death. A bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat and it will save you from most poisons. As for monkshood and wolfsbane, they are the same plant, which also goes by the name of aconite!" Hermione said all this very fast, some people even had blank faces, trying to remember everything she said.
Snape looked at her surprised, then he looked back to Andrew, and couldn't help but see himself on the boy, this for some reason made him look at Harry with resentment in his eyes.
"Well, it seems this class, will have at least three, good students." Said Snape as he swept his eyes, between Draco, Andrew, and Hermione. "Why aren't you copying Granger's answer?"
There was a sudden rummaging for quills and parchment. Over the noise, Snape said, "And you should be thankful for the girl, Potter, I would have taken a point from Gryffindor because of you, but considering Granger perfect answer I decided to not do it, but I won't be so generous next time."
Things didn't improve for the Gryffindors as the Potions lesson continued. Snape put them all into pairs and set them to mixing up a simple potion to cure boils. 
He swept around in his long black cloak, watching them weigh dried nettles and crush snake fangs, criticizing almost everyone except Malfoy, and Andrew and Hermione duo, whom he seemed to like. 
He was just telling everyone to look at the perfect way Malfoy had stewed his horned slugs when clouds of acid green smoke and a loud hissing filled the dungeon. 
Neville had somehow managed to melt Seamus's cauldron into a twisted blob, and their potion was seeping across the stone floor, burning holes in people's shoes. Within seconds, the whole class was standing on their stools while Neville, who had been drenched in the potion when the cauldron collapsed, moaned in pain as angry red boils sprang up all over his arms and legs.
"Idiot boy!" snarled Snape, clearing the spilled potion away with one wave of his wand. "I suppose you added the porcupine quills before taking the cauldron off the fire?"
Neville whimpered as boils started to pop up all over his nose. "Take him up to the hospital wing," Snape spat at Seamus. Then he rounded on Harry and Ron, who had been working next to Neville.
"You — Potter — why didn't you tell him not to add the quills? Thought he'd make you look good if he got it wrong, did you? One less point for Gryffindor."
This was so unfair that Harry opened his mouth to argue, but Ron kicked him behind their cauldron.
"Don't push it," he muttered, "I've heard Snape can turn very nasty."
...
As they climbed the steps out of the dungeons an hour later, Andrew noticed Harry was absorbed in his thoughts, and seemed to be low spirited, he was sure that Harry thought that Snape hated him...
Well... maybe a little, still, he didn't want Harry, to think of Snape as some kind of dark and evil man who pick on others for no reason.
He tried his best to cheer him up, but he didn't know if it had worked, not long after, they went separate ways. Harry and Ron went somewhere, while he and Hermione went to the library to continue studying.
As the days passed, Andrew had his other classes, such as DADA, Herbology, and Astronomy, and although all of them were the most boring classes he ever had, he still did exceptionally well in all of then, even getting 20 more points for Gryffindor, in this time, mainly because of how much time he spent with Hermione, they end up growing a little bit closer, it wouldn't be exaggerated to say they could be considered best's friend by now.
But he still had one more class to go, before saying he had truly spent his first week in Hogwarts, Flying class with Professor Rolanda Hooch!
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Ohhhhh I'm so tired right now, I wish I could snap my finger and make my lack of energy disappear... (My mother is better, thanks for your kind words!)
Hey guys, do you remember what I said a few chapters ago? About how I know nothing about relationships? Yeah, that's still true, so please, can anyone, at least, give me some tips on how to progress Andrew's relationship with Hermione??? I don't have any idea how to make it look natural, so if later, things end up happening in a weird way, I won't even bother to read your complaints on how their relationship progress!

After eons of cultivation, a man was able to reach a level where reincarnation was possible!

However, reincarnation was not exactly as he expected, at the time he died and activated this mystical ability, virtually all of his memory was erased and the only ones left were his knowledge of cultivation, alchemy, forge and dharmic spells.

Unfortunately, in the world in which he reincarnated, most of his knowledge became useless and he had to start over from the beginning.

Follow the story of the man who will revolutionize the world of magic and will play the most important role in the fight against the dark lord!
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This story happens in an alternate universe, the reason for this is, to give me more freedom. This is a just-for-fun project I have been working with, there will be a lot of non-canon things in the story.

Also, don't expect too much of it, I'm not planning the chapters or anything, this is more like me reading the first seven books again and writing the chapters based on what I think it would be interesting or fun to read next since I really wanted to have a Character of my own going through all the things that happened in the series!

Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction that draws heavily upon the original source material of Harry Potter. Please support the official material and know I claim no ownership or credit regarding content related to the series. All recognizable characters, plot, setting, etc, are the property of J.K.Rowling and/or Warner Bros. 

- Hogwarts - Great Hall : (Friday) Morning - Day 5 of the Department of Magical Education's Plot to Bore Me to Death-

I drum my fingers on the little booklet Hermione's parents sent her.

Something is wrong, and I mean that quite aside from my having been so completely out maneuvered by a thirteen year old girl. By bloody accident.

Something about this has the hairs on the back of my neck tingling, as if debating whether they're supposed to stand up or not. In this particular case, something being wrong about this situation actually gives me hope. I may yet be able to escape this horrific plot to undo all my hard work.

I look over at Harry, who is at least no longer trying to go back to sleep, and then back at the booklet.

Whatever it is that's bothering me continues stubbornly refusing to reveal itself, and Hermione is beginning to fidget, so I slide the booklet over to Harry and open with the more banal of my thoughts on the issue. "This is… is a fair bit of money." It won't shut the line of reasoning down entirely, but has the benefit of being completely reasonable. I don'thave that much money. Actually, now that I think on it, even with eating at Hogwarts and the DMLE putting me up in the Leaky Cauldron I'm running pretty low on funds.

At my mention of the cost, Harry's eyebrows start to climb their way up his forehead as he picks up the booklet. He might have that much stashed away in his vault, but he certainly doesn't have that kind of money to spare.

Hmmm…

I look over at Hermione. "You said they're based out of London?"

Vigorous head nodding. "They're actually only a few streets over from my parents' practice. My mom walked over during lunch and picked up the packet for us."

Hmmm… no. As it turns out, their information booklet's impossibly fast delivery speed was not what bothered me about this situation. It probably should have, but it seems that I readily expect, if only subconsciously, that Hermione will casually ignore such pedestrian concerns as the sluggishness of muggle post.

Blasted Muggle, I'm really going to have to keep an eye on that. The girl doesn't have a time turner yet.

"I'll have to write her a tha...nk… you…"

Wait.

What?

I stare at the back of the booklet for a moment as Harry is reading through it.

John and Anna Bishop?

"You said the company was a family operation? Father and... daughter, was it?"

"Yes. Why?"

"They're wizards. Or, well, he is at any rate, so she's probably a witch."

"What?"

"John Bishop. Ravenclaw. Class of… '67... I believe."

"What'd you do? Memorize the year books?" Ron asks me around the rasher of bacon he's shoveling into his mouth.

I stare back at him for a moment, feigning confusion. "You haven't?"

Hermione sighs. "Ronald doesn't believe in reading."

"Ah." I nod, turning back to her and patting her on the shoulder consolingly. "Have you tried telling him about the books with all the pictures and simple words?"

"Oi!"

"I don't know, Tommy, the only books we have like that are Gin's collection of…" Thing One glances pointedly Harry "Yeah... the words cold dead hands come to mind."

"Yeah, got a point there, Fred." Thing Two agrees readily. "I think little Gin-Gin can take Ronnikins."

"Oi!" Ron's face has taken on a most impressive shade of red.

"Mmm…" I nod, conceding the point. "I saw 'little Gin-Gin' terrorizing a third year a few days back." All three Weasley brothers pause at that, before glancing at each other and shrugging. Having no more interest than they do in pursuing the tangent further, I sigh theatrically and turn to Ron. "No. I didn't memorize the year books." The frown on Hermione's face at that statement is slightly alarming. She didn't think I was serious, did she? Ye gods. Somebody get that girl another hobby. "That would be insane. Mr. Bishop made the papers recently. Some sort of new discovery in the field of blood magics… or… some… thing... Oh that's cheating! I love it. I wonder if the packets they give to wizards have better price points?"

I don't love it. In fact I think I might legitimately hate it. As annoying as it would have been to slap a tracking charm on the vial with my blood in it and imperio the muggle biologists, doing the same to a team of wizard researchers is a bit more daunting. Not insurmountably so, sure, but… that's not to mention that I imagine the test results will be far more accurate, which is the opposite of helpful.

"Ah, perhaps-"

"Gah!" I'm only barely able to restrain myself from jumping up out of my seat as Albus suddenly joins the conversation from directly behind me. I don't quite manage to avoid flailing about as a result of forcibly aborting my instincts. Merlin's pants, I only took my eyes off the old goat for a second at the worst. Maybe two. People his age should not be able to move that fast.

Albus, of course, just smiles serenely down at me as I whip my head around. "My apologies, Mr. Shelby. I didn't mean to startle you."

Oh, I'm sure you didn't. "It's fine." I clutch a hand to my chest and force a deep breath. "People really make far too big a deal out of heart attacks anyway. What was it you were you going to say?"

"Well, I couldn't help but overhear…"

Well of course you couldn't, that's the whole bloody point of listening charms, isn't it? "Oh. I'm sorry, Sir. I could throw a privacy charm around us if we're being too loud?"

"That's quite alright. I daresay the show has been quite entertaining. I just thought I might offer to speak to John and Anna? I do believe Anna only graduated a few years ago, back before young Harry here started." He nods at my little brother, obnoxious eye twinkles set full force. "And while Mr. Bishop hasn't been a student here for quite some time, I daresay he may still remember who I am. Perhaps they could see their way into doing their old Headmaster a small favor."

"Ah. Thank you, Sir. I wouldn't want you to put yourself out-"

"Think nothing of it." He waves me off. "I'm already expected in London this evening for a minor Wizengamot meeting."

Those hairs on the back of my neck have made their decision, clearly distraught over this recent turn of events.

"Well in that case, Sir, I don't suppose that I could catch a lift to the ministry with you? Madam Bones asked me to check in at the DMLE if anything else pertinent to the case occured to me."

"Something has, I take it?"

I shrug ambivalently. "I don't know. I'm hardly an auror, Sir, but Professor Flitwick-" And I'm quite certain he's already told you this himself. "-seems to be of the mind that my compulsively referring to Mr. Malfoy as Lucy-" I can hear the Twins valiant struggles not to lose it behind me. They manage to last almost a whole half a second before their sniggering loudly provides me with ample excuse to raise my voice enough so the whole hall can listen in. "-even in my own head might indicate that Roy- er. Professor Lockhart- had a much closer relationship with the man than previously thought?" I smile politely, as though I haven't just reminded Albus that he hired a now alleged… Hmmm… what have I managed to accuse him of so far? Kidnapping, Unlawful Obliviation, Mass Petrification (and of children, no less!), and now Terrorism and Treason, if only by association- Or at least I think that's what they charged Death Eaters with after the war. I've been avoiding digging too deep into that until I see if Sirius Black still manages his daring escape this summer. Once my cousin is 'imperilled' by the escaped loon, I'll have all the excuses I could want to start ransacking the Ministry's Department of Records more thoroughly.

Wait.

Why is Albus smiling?

"That works out marvelously then. I was actually hoping that you both might come with me, the sooner we begin the sooner we finish after all."

Glancing at Harry's admiring expression as he looks up at Albus, I suddenly find myself wondering if it wouldn't be worth tipping the meddlesome goat off about the Gaunt Family Estate and letting our other brother deal with him. But no, the pamphlet says I have three to five weeks before I need to attempt anything so drastic.

- An OWL, A Floo Trip, And An Attempt by Harry to Take Me Out At The Knees Later -

I keep a hand on Harry's shoulder as we follow Albus into what looks like fairly standard muggle clinic. It even has the various charts and informative posters cluttering up the walls, in this case attempting to convey the basic concepts of genetics in layman's terms.

The only real tip off that anything about it is out of the ordinary is when the girl who emerges to answer the bell smiles with genuine warmth, instead of calling the police, upon seeing the travesty Albus managed to make out of what was once a proper business suit. It's like the man is categorically incapable dressing in anything that isn't quite so very…Albus.

Thankfully, Harry's blind admiration for the man only goes so far; he let me be the one to transfigure his ill fitting muggle attire- hand-me-downs from Dudley I'd imagine- into a muggle boarding school uniform. I got an odd look that promised questions later when he noticed the matching crests on our uniforms indicated we attended 'Saint Brutus's Academy for the Gifted' but that was alright. It'd be a shame to have taken the train all the way to Little Whinging for nothing if I couldn't find a proper way to convey my distaste for what I'd 'discovered' there.

"Welcome to WAMBA La...bs- Professor!" The girl, Anna Bishop at a guess, seems startled as she realizes that the suit is not just similar to something her old headmaster might have worn. A half second behind that realization she starts fidgeting; swiping a stray hairs back under her Manchester United hat, and trying fruitlessly to remove the slight smudge from her face. Looking like she feels under-dressed is something of a remarkable feat for a girl wearing a lab coat, even one with a few stains I suspect may have proven impervious to cleaning charms. Anna Bishop somehow manages it. "What- Ah. What can I do for you?"

"Miss Bishop, I haven't been your professor for a few years now. Like a great many generations before you, I think you'll have to live with simply calling me Albus now." Yeah.That'll happen. Pull the other one, Albus. The sheep of the world will start call mother by name again long before they stop calling you professor.

"Right." She nods distractedly, giving that smudge on her face one last go. "Of course, Professor." Giving it up as a lost cause she visibly forces her arms back down to her sides and smiles nervously. "What brings you here today?"

I half expect Albus to do something inane like say 'the floo' or 'our feet' but fortunately he restrains himself to sighing while looking amused. "One of Hogwarts' young students came across your brochure, and once we recognized your and your father's name on the back, I thought it best if we came to see you in person. You see, the young Messrs Potter and Shelby here have reason to believe they may be related. I had hoped to see if you and your father might be able to shed some light on this for us?"

At the mention of her work, she stops fidgeting; almost as if a switch was flipped. Her eyes light up with that inner fire that you only see in fanatics and the insane. "Potter?" Anna tilts her head as she looks at Harry and me, lost in thought for a moment before suddenly snapping her fingers. "You're Harry Potter!"

"Umm… yes?" My brother seems to reflexively try to shrink back at the increased scrutiny, stopped only by my already occupying the space right behind him. Damnable modesty. I still haven't the foggiest how I'm going to fix that.

"And you-" Her freakishly intense gaze swings my way, forcing me to reevaluate my brother's actions. Exposure to Mother's pet Bellatrix may have inoculated me against such lesser forms of crazy, but even I have to admit that Anna Bishop is a bit much. "-think you're related to him? I suppose it's possible, the Potters did intermix with some of the more prolific families."

"Actually…" I glance over at Albus, who still seems amused and perfectly willing to leave me to explain myself. Seeing no reason to fix a system that isn't broken I pull out my favorite Daily Prophet article and hold it out to her. "I think I'm on the other side of the family tree."

She takes the paper, staring down at it sadly for a moment. "I heard about this. Dreadful business what they're trying to do." She shakes her head ruefully and smiles sadly at Harry. "Your mum was no more a dark witch than I'm a newt."

I give Harry a chance to nod before continuing. "Obviously... They did manage to get one thing right though; parseltongue runs through family lines."

"Oh?" She blinks. "Oh!" She points back and forth from me to Harry as she start practically vibrating in place. "This is wonderful! This could help our research so much. You have no idea."

"She's not kidding about that last part." Harry groans quietly beside me.

Anna suddenly slaps her hand to her forehead. "We have to tell Father, he'll be so excited!" And… she's gone. Back through the door she first appeared through at a dead sprint.

"Yeah," I lean to the side and whisper quietly as we start to follow after her. "She remind you of anyone?"

"Huh? Who would- ...oh."

"Yeah." I nudge him through the door, following along behind him. Looking around at the various muggle looking machines, at least one of which is likely responsible for the dull rumbling noise that's making it hard to tell exactly what Anna is telling her Father on the other side of the- I assume magically expanded given the price of London real estate.- room. The looking and pointing in our direction and general level of… enthusiasm… on display gives me a good guess as to the general topic though even if I can only hear one word in ten. "You do realize that Miss Granger will murder us if we don't take notes, right?"

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

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

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

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

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

Wand description 
Lenght- 14 inches 
Wood- Yew
Core- Dragon heartstring

Visual link: https://www.yourpatchstoreonline.com/Alchemy-The-Vault-Dragon-Wand-p/ac-v31.htm

Kai was standing in front of his class preparing to start his lecture.
 
"Since we have gotten our introductions down the lesson will start. I am aware that your previous professor has not taught you about vampires, so I will teach you about the vampire kind. Remember this will only happen once as it is not part of your curriculum, so open your parchment and get your quills ready.

Before I begin can anyone tell me what you know about vampires?" He asked the class. He saw that they were all looking at him with rapt attention as he talked. 

A few hands went up, all of them from Gryffindor. "Mr Finnigan you may start."

"Well, I understand that they have sharp fangs that let them turn other people that get bitten by them into vampires like them and they are poisoned by garlic. They ehm… also, drink blood, sir." Seamus Finnigan said hesitantly. 

"Yes Mr Finnigan, what you have said is partially true. It is true that vampires can turn others into other vampires but only when they inject them with their venom. You see?" 

Kai opened his mouth and extended his fangs, brought out a small reinforced glass bleaker and dripped his venom into it. The venom coloured a light almost pink red. He went around the class and showed it to every student. The students looked at Kai's fangs in morbid fascination and fear.

"For the venom to turn one into a vampire-" Kai started after seeing the many disgusted and scared faces. 

"It must be administered into the bloodstream for the transformation to take effect. And the fact that vampires must drink blood is quite true, there are in fact many vampires that do not wish to drink human blood and therefore drink animal blood. It is not so healthy and weakens them but they continue doing so.

Now regarding the rest of your answer. It is not true I am afraid, vampires are not poisoned by garlic. It may leave a terrible stench on our breaths but then again it is like that for most humans. Anyone else?"

This time Tracey Davis' hand was up as the sole Slytherin and Kai chose her. "Miss Davis please."

"They have superhuman speed and strength sir." 

"Quite so miss Davis."

Kai's voice came from behind the students and they all turned around. He was standing there before vanishing and reappearing in front of the class. They gaped in awe at this sight. 

"Would anyone else like to add anything else?"

Mostly everyone had let their hands down. The only two remaining were Harry's and Hermione. 

"Mr Potter"

"Erm, I know that vampires have an incredibly powerful bloodlust when they haven't fed for a certain amount of time. They also have enhanced senses. Oh, their eyes also glow when they are hungry or angry."

"Very good Mr Potter. Does anybody have anything to add?"

"Miss Granger you may begin when you are ready"

"Vampires have an enhanced healing factor, strength and speed. They are hurt by silver and can be killed by being in the sunlight. They also can not do any magic and are highly dangerous."

It seemed that Hermione couldn't stop herself from joining in. Dumbledore had asked her not to speak when in Kai's classes but she couldn't control herself when talking about such an interesting subject.

"10 years ago there was a war between vampires and wizards. These vampires had managed to control dragons and were led by the Blood Lord himself. But the Ministry of magic managed to stop them with the help of the Romanian ministry and an unnamed organization's help."

When Hermione mentioned the war Kai's relaxed attitude disappeared. Instead, the students felt a cold stifling pressure on their chest, the room itself had darkened significantly and Kai's face was stony and emotionless. 

"-They say that Dumble-" 

"Enough Miss Granger" The vampire lord's voice rang throughout the class. "Please do not give me quotes from false sources-"

"-But sir it isn't false it was written in the Chronicles of the Blood War by Roger Price, an expert who fought on the battlefield and killed many vampires." The ignorant girl interrupted him.

"Detention Miss Granger! For talking back. Come to my office on Friday evening at 7 PM." Kai said angrily. 

Hermione was quiet as were the rest of the class. 

"None of what was written the books are true, take my word for it. I was there, fighting with the few vampires that weren't on the other side, there is a much deeper side to the war.

Anyway, let's continue the lesson. As Miss Granger pointed out earlier there are numerous weaknesses that vampires have. They include sunlight, wooden stakes to the heart and silver. 

There is a chemical in the metal that manages to pierce through the natural defences regarding a vampire. Are you writing?"

The class was still frozen due to the oppressive aura coming out of Kai. He noticed it immediately and retracted it.

The students sighed in relief while Kai repeated what he said. He noticed that Hermione was still in shock from receiving a detention. She had never received a detention in her life. 

"I am aware that there is a common belief that a cross and holy water will hurt a vampire or keep them away. It is false, vampires are not affected by religion and there are many that still believe in their own respective religions…"

The atmosphere was still down in the class and everybody was feeling the aftereffects of Kai's weak aura. 

Kai's lesson continued without interruptions until the bell rang. 

"Mr Potter please wait!" Kai called out. 

Ron and Hermione who were rushing out stopped. "Are you going to be alright Harry?" Ron asked.

"Yeah, it's fine." He replied. 

After the classroom was empty Harry walked up to Kai's desk. "So Mr Potter can you receive your private lessons tonight at 6 PM?" 

"Yes, sir." Harry seemed to be struggling with something. "anything else Mr Potter?" 

In the end, Harry didn't say anything and left the classroom.

Kai is a tourist on holiday when he is killed in a terrorist attack. He wakes up during the year 1981 in a forest and finds out that he is a vampire progenitor in the Harry Potter world. Kai then heads out to the nearest human settlement which happens to be Godric Hollow. 
-This is my first time writing a novel so I will have mistakes, I'd appreciate it if you could point them out.
-I want to point out that HP doesn't belong to me.
-THE STORY WON'T BE GOING ACCORDING TO CANON! I will be introducing my own elements to the story.
-OOC Voldemort

Discord Server: https://discord.gg/aCRVDQS

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

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