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.

After some tries at different collections, using Apparition, Liam comes onto the boundary of Azkaban prison and then transformed into his Animagus form of a Dementor. 

As Liam started flying toward the prison, he saw several Dementor just flying around when they saw Liam they just simply ignored him, Liam using his form went into the prison saw various people lying on the floor with condition unknown there were no guard or anyone just cell and people in them. 
Liam went around for a while when he heard women laughing crazily and shouting: Black, Black I hear potter will be joining the school this year I hope nothing happens to him hahaha
Liam felt as if God was looking after him, Liam went toward the women who were screaming she had long hair which even covers a portion of her face, after matching with the wanted poster making sure it's Bellatrix Black, Liam went in her cell, in which was a nearly dead man laid. Liam in his dementor form easily lifted her while she laughed like crazy and banged her head against the wall with only enough force to make her unconscious, he didn't want to kill one of the very few "good people" the dark lord had. 
Turning his hand back into the Human form Liam took some blood from Bellatrix and her husband Rodolphus. Having collected both the blood of House of black and Lestrange, Liam nodded to himself and left the prison to be stopped by a large group of Dementor, One of the ragged Dementor come forth and bowed a bit by backing down. Liam having read the Deathfall presumed that the older one was that men who were the first to be cursed. 
Dementor: Lord, Can you kindly tell me your name?
Liam: Deathfall

The group of Dementor backed away and didn't speak anymore.
Liam too simple ignored them and flew away. After making sure no one was following him or anything Liam turned into human form and rushed back Home. 

The 4th year was truly interesting for Liam, all many heirs will be joining some much drama will be happening. Liam like always went to a cabinet and slept all through the way to school, the feast to the freshers began many people were excited about Harry potter studying at Hogwarts. Liam seat alone and eat his food in quiet, after being done with his food, he moved to over and told the prefect which was a 5th-year student to explain every rule to freshers clearly or He would have to answer if any is broken while using Aura eyes. He stood up nodded at his house head who looked at him as he stood up and went to his room and slept.  As Liam has already achieved everything one can hope for within Hogwarts, life was quite boring for Liam he ranked top in everything and won all matches of Quidditch for Ravenclaw while maintaining a relationship with everyone. 

Hallowe'en was the only time where Liam himself almost destroyed his plan, on Hallowe'en Liam completely forgot the debacle of Hermione and the troll. He was simply passing by when he heard a roar rushing toward it Liam saw Harry, Ron, and Hermione fighting the troll, seeing this Liam almost wanted to bang his head on the wall. Ron seeing someone come screamed for help, Liam seeing there is no way out of this draw his wand and pointed it at the troll who just stood there frozen as if he has seen some kind of a monster, using the trolls fear Liam quickly transformed the ground near the troll feet into chains binding him upon chain and chains. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were simply stunted to see Liam stop the troll so easily, Liam moved and asked Hermione to go call for professors.  But before anything could happen Teachers already rushed in with Gryfindor head in the lead. Troll recovering from his fear tried to free himself so he could run but chains upon chains kept on coming onto him. Liam explained the full story of his part to the professors who praised him and gave his house 20 points while scolding the other three. The golden trio also thanked him to which he just nodded his head. 

Soon Liam enacted his plan of acquiring the first deadly hollow which Dembeldor sent to harry for Christmas, he didn't interpret anything as the present went to harry and who was very thrilled to receive it. He simply watched everything in his invisible form. Liam using hope to copy all the details on the clock like array formation ruins everything and then took a simple invisibility clock and changed it completely into one harry received while making it much durable than using Hope within the room of requirement. 
After being done with it, Liam after some days changed the clock Harry received with the one he made. 
Thus done with his first-year task. 

Liam for the rest of the semester just laid low, old scoring other and winning the quidditch cup regardless of harry taking part in it. Hermione tried talking to him to which Liam only talked replied in words and only spoke in sentences when she doubted something adding her to the list of people who have fallen for his charm, and I mean literal charms. 

Soon the year ended and Liam's suffering ended.
Liam coming back home modified his DNA again to fill BLack and Lestrange family code. 
Liam with permission from his grandparents again went to the bank to meet Rangok, informing Rangok of his new inheritance while bribing him to bring the heir rings for him to claim ownership. As everything that happened between Liam and Rangok didn't fall under the preview of ministry with him being an adult and an Albert, Rangok under bribery agreed to bring the ring if Liam can prove inheritance on Black inheritance test first. 
Liam nodding in agreement while also giving a crazy smile. 

Liam fulfilled all the conditions and claimed ownership over the two vaults, emptying most of the Lestrange vault which was filled to the brink while leaving Horcruxe and the fake sword of Gryffindor and some gold. While transferring all the money and good items into him vault while taking books and dark objects with him. He did the same with the black vault only living behind two hundred thousand gallons for Sirius, He also moved all the properties under his name while leaving only the house of black to Sirius along with 2 more, not leaving anything from the Lestrange. 

Liam in his dealing with the Goblin made ensured to include the terms that if any part of the contract is broken by the third party than the obligation to inform or correct it would fall onto the Goblin community for which Liam can be charged which will be discussed as per the actions taken by goblin at that time.

 After completing everything, Liam went back home started with reading Kenways adventures and books while practicing spells. As he had too much time on his hand. Liam decided to take it slow. He traveled all over Europe to all three famous dragon reserves collecting and compiling all the kind of dragon's ability into his body. 

Enjoying his time with his grandparents listening to their stories and adventures Liams 5th year came.

The story follows an adventure of a Mortal who was initially due to his high Karma deeds was given a chose to travel from world to world and fulfill his desire to learn new things but soon slowly finds himself in the middle of becoming a Janitor for the gods, Watch as he goes against all the odds and raise on his path to Godhood. His path is of destruction and Chaos filled with Bones, blood, and everything in-between. 


The novel is my very first work so kindly go easy on it. 
I don't have any copyright over any of the characters or things used.
I'm weird, Novel will be weird. Open to listening to ideas and build a better story. Comment and review your thoughts.


Dropped due to a lack of viewers.

*** One day in Harry's school library, when Harry is 8.
Harry closed the lid on his latest book, another one from the fantasy genre. It was reasonably well written but the protagonist of the book made it through the entire story entirely on his good luck and a bunch of flukes.
From his own experience, Harry knew that luck had never been on his side. At that moment he decided that he wouldn't rely on luck to solve his problems but then came across the next dilemma.
How would he solve his problems?
The Dursleys' malnourishment of him meant that he wouldn't be becoming particularly strong anytime in the near future.
He had to become smart, beyond the norm and talk his way through life.
That would be the only way he could survive.
*** Privet Drive, when harry is 11
"Fetch the mail, boy." Vernon ordered Harry.
Harry silently went and retrieved the mail, flicking through all of the letters quickly, while walking back to the dining room.
He stopped dead in his tracks at the last letter.
Mr. Harry J Potter
Cupboard under the stairs, Privet Drive, Surrey
There was a letter for him! He had never received a letter before, and he knew that Vernon would never let him read it if he ever saw the letter.
On his way to the dining room, Harry slid the letter into his cupboard before reaching the breakfast table and giving the mail to Vernon and silently moving to clear the plates, which Vernon and Dudley had demolished, including the one piece of toast that Harry had.
Harry didn't bother protesting.
Vernon put down the mail with a satisfied grunt, "What took you so long, boy?"
"I slipped and dropped the mail." Harry lied with a straight face that showed regret.
Vernon sneered, "Shoulda expected it of a freak like you."
Harry nodded quickly and almost sprinted to his cupboard. When he was inside, he eagerly opened his letter.
Dear Mr. Potter,
You have been admitted into the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, please send you acceptance by owl, no later than the 30th of August this year. The first day of school will be on the 1st of September,
Yours,
Assistant Headmistress McGonagall
Below the letter was a list of ridiculous sounding books and things to buy.
Harry's heart sunk a bit, but he held some hope. He didn't know what an owl was, so he nicked a pound from Dudley and stole a sheet of a4 paper from Vernon and mailed an acceptance letter to 'Hogwarts'.
He had little hope that it was actually going to work, but sending a letter wouldn't hurt right?
In his letter he had included that he needed proof that magic existed.
*** Next Day
The Dursleys heard three sharp raps on their door, just after dinner.
"Open the door, boy."
Harry nodded and went to open the door, and saw an old woman standing outside in extremely old fashioned clothing.
"Hello, I'm Harry, who might you be?" Harry asked politely.
Minerva nodded, "I'm Professor McGonagall, Harry, it's my job to introduce muggle-borns and muggle-raised to the wizarding world."
At this she frowned, "Though it was expected that your aunt and uncle would already have explained the wizarding world to you."
Harry snorted inwardly and was about to answer when Vernon bellowed from the dining room.
"BOY, WHO'S AT THE DOOR!"
Minerva's lips thinned a bit at the derogatory tone in Vernon's voice.
Harry had to think fast, he couldn't lie because McGonagall would become suspicious, but telling the truth would risk the Dursleys throwing McGonagall out of the house altogether.
In the end he decided to tell the truth, "Somebody from a place named Hogwarts." Harry said softly, hoping for the best.
Vernon stormed into the room.
"Look here, I won't be paying for some fool to teach the freak magic tricks." Vernon snapped at McGonagall.
McGonagall's lips thinned some more.
"Mr. Potter will be attending Hogwarts no matter what a muggle like you thinks of it." She said back before ignoring Vernon completely.
McGonagall pointed her wand at a chair in the corner of the drawing room and levitated the chair.
"At Hogwarts, you will learn several branches of magic, including Charms, Transfiguration, Potions, Defence against the Dark Arts among others…"
McGonagall took a breath, "Let me also warn you that due to events that took place while you were a baby, you've become a somewhat famous personality in the wizarding world. Would it be convenient if I took you to Diagon Alley tomorrow?"
Harry smiled politely, "If you give me the directions and the money, I'm sure I could find my way myself."
McGonagall shook her head. "I'm afraid that muggle-raised are to be escorted to Diagon Alley on their first visit."
Harry cursed inwardly but smiled outwardly. "Then sure, we can go tomorrow afternoon, it is a Saturday."
As soon as McGonagall left, Harry was shouted at, kicked in the ribs and thrown into his cupboard in Vernon's fit of anger.
*** Next afternoon
McGonagall picked up Harry when she was supposed to, noticing but not commenting on Harry's very well hidden wince as he walked.
She gave him a cap to wear before they reached a dirty looking pub that everybody else in the vicinity seemed to ignore.
McGonagall led him through the pub, exchanging a few words with the bartender, Tom, before she took him out the back.
"To get into Diagon Alley, you need to swipe your wand, when you get it, along the bricks like this." McGonagall demonstrated and the wall moved aside to let them through into the bustling magical alley.
Harry stared around in barely concealed wonder. McGonagall hid a smile at his reaction.
"Our first stop will be the Wizarding Bank, Gringotts. Your parents left you their sizeable fortune. We will be making a withdrawal from your trust vault."
They walked up to the teller.
McGonagall nodded respectfully.
"What may I do for you?" the teller asked coolly.
"Mr. Potter would like to make a withdrawal from his trust vault."
The goblin nodded, "Key, please."
McGonagall provided the key, pulling it out of her purse.
The teller, 'Griphook', led them to a cart and belted them in, and sat at the front, as the cart took off at high speeds, falling and rising rather like a roller coaster.
Harry thought that it was designed that way to disorient passengers so that potential thieves couldn't find their way around the underground tunnels of Gringotts.
With a screeching halt they reached Harry's vault.
"You will have to wait outside, Professor." Griphook stated.
McGonagall nodded and waited in the cart.
Harry went inside the vault with the goblin and filled the pouch that McGonagall had given him to the brim with golden galleons, taking as much money as possible.
"McGonagall said this was a trust vault. Does that mean that I have a family vault too?" Harry asked, while filling his pouch with money.
"You do have the Potter family vault but you may not access it till you are 17 or emancipated by the ministry." Griphook stated emotionlessly.
Harry nodded and went back out with his pouch of galleons.
"That's more money than you will need." McGonagall stated.
Harry flashed her an innocent smile. "This way I don't have to come back to get my money for Christmas presents."
McGonagall nodded her acceptance. "Just don't waste it all on candy or anything like that."
"Yes Professor." Harry said.
The first place that McGonagall took Harry too was Madam Malkins, the clothing shop.
Harry inwardly wrinkled his nose at how impractical wizarding robes were but smiled politely and stood completely still while Malkin measured him and the boy standing next to him.
"Hogwarts too?" the blonde next to him asked.
"Yes." Harry said.
The Blonde extended a hand.
"Draco Malfoy."
"Harry."
"Named after the whole 'Potter craze' were you?" Draco asked.
Harry smiled sheepishly, "Yes."
'Potter craze? Am I that famous!?' Harry thought.
"What house do you think you'll be in?" Draco asked.
Harry hadn't heard about the houses yet, so he answered vaguely.
"Don't know yet, do we." Harry said, making his question sound rhetorical but still there, in case he was supposed to know.
"No, I suppose we don't, but I know I'll be in Slytherin." The blonde puffed out his chest self-importantly.
Draco finished first and his father walked into the store to pick him up.
Nobility, Harry noted, while Draco and his father walked off.
After the clothing shop, Harry was taken to the bookstore.
Harry smiled widely.
"I'll pick up your potions ingredients and you can pick up the books on your list." McGonagall said, before taking two galleons from him and bustling off as if she had done it a million times before.
Harry quickly picked up his school books before picking up a few on customs and traditions, some on Runes and Arithmancy and a few other texts he thought would be useful to keep himself ahead of the class. He also picked up some books that claimed to be about him.
McGonagall came to pick him up and muttered 'Ravenclaw' when she saw the pile of books that Harry had picked up.
Next, McGonagall took Harry to Ollivanders wand shop.
Harry didn't let himself look rattled by Ollivander's speech which left the creepy old man looking somewhat disappointed.
"Ah, Mr. Potter, I've been expecting you. I'm sorry to say that I sold the wand that did that."
Ollivander reached out a hand and touched Harry's scar. Harry had to work hard to not flinch at Ollivander's touch.
After a long line of wands, Harry finally found one that responded to him.
"Aah! SO curious, very curious." Ollivander commented.
"What is?" Harry asked.
"The phoenix that gave the feather for this wand also gave the feather for the wand of you-know-who!"
Harry looked slightly confused. "Who?"
"The man who killed your parents," McGonagall whispered.
"Oh." Harry didn't know how to respond.
He numbly paid the 7 galleons, thinking about this you-know-who fellow.
McGonagall handed him a cage.
"Here, I bought you something for your birthday."
It was a snowy owl.
"Thank you!" Harry responded.
McGonagall almost smiled. "What will you name it?"
"Hedwig."
*** Hogwarts Express
McGonagall had explained how to get to the Hogwarts Express, Harry managed to wheedle Vernon to take him to Kings Cross at the threat of the 'freaks' showing up again.
He had arrived early and picked an empty cabin.
A red-headed boy opened the door to his cabin.
"Can I sit here, everywhere else is full."
"Sure." Harry smiled back.
"Hi, I'm Ron, Ron Weasley."
"Harry."
"Blimey! Are you Harry Potter!"
Seeing no way out other than outright lying, Harry nodded, already taking a dislike to the redhead.
"Yes."
"Are you really!"
"That is what I just said."
"Do you remember that night!?" Ron asked excitedly, irritating Harry some more.
He had read the book about what had happened. Apparently, the dark wizard Voldemort had shot a killing curse at him but it had been reflected back onto Voldemort and killed him instead, and Harry had been hailed as the savior of the wizarding world, personally, Harry found the story laughable. Obviously, it had been his parents who had done something. With his extremely rudimentary knowledge of runes, he knew that it was very easily possible to reflect the killing curse as long as there was an equal powering source, in this case, the taking of one soul, which considering both his parents died before him was quite possible yet all of the rune experts of the wizarding world were clueless about the possibility. Harry had vowed to do more research into runes and such.
Harry politely said that he didn't remember anything as he was but a baby at the time and the awkward silence returned.
A bushy-haired girl burst into their cabin, interrupting Harry's musing.
"Have you seen a toad, Neville's lost one." She said in a rush.
"No, but you could ask one of the older students to summon the toad," Harry suggested.
Harry had practiced a lot of spells but the summoning spell was 4th year, and quite a bit further than he had tried, though he knew the incantation.
"Oh, I didn't think of that, thanks!" the girl said and left.
"Mental, that one," Ron said rudely.
"She was only helping this Neville fellow," Harry defended her, lightly.
"Probably Neville Longbottom, the squib." Ron snorted unattractively.
Harry frowned slightly, "If Neville were a squib, he wouldn't be on the Express going to a school of Wizardry."
Ron rolled his eyes.
Harry found himself quite disliking Ron and his rude tendency to talk shit about people he didn't know.
Harry pulled out his book and started reading.
"Why're you reading?" Ron asked incredulously.
Harry looked over his book.
"To gain knowledge," Harry said, politely.
"But! But! You're Harry Potter, you can't be bookish!" Ron almost shouted.
Harry's expression hardened a bit and he looked back at his book.
He really didn't like the redhead's attitude toward books.
*** Hogwarts
With the rest of the students, Harry took the boats to Hogwarts.
He nodded politely at McGonagall while she was giving her 'House is family' speech.
He ignored Ron's exclamation that they would have to fight a troll.
He clapped after the hat's song and waited his turn, not showing any of the nervousness he was feeling about the sorting.
"Potter, Harry." Called out McGonagall.
Harry stepped forward confidently and walked up to the podium, ignoring Draco's 'you didn't tell me you were the Harry Potter!'
Harry sat on the stool and let the hat be put on his head, feeling nervous. He really disliked the idea of the hat being able to see all his memories.
"Oh ho, what do we have here! You'd be an amazing Slytherin…" the hat spoke in his head.
Harry agreed, personally, but he couldn't let himself be perceived as a 'filthy snake' by the rest of the school.
"You do know that that is even more reason to put you in Slytherin." The Hat sounded amused.
"I will be in Gryffindor." Harry thought back.
"Very well…" The hat sighed, "If you must, then, GRYFFINDOR!" the last word was shouted out.
Harry took off the hat and headed to the table which was dressed up in red and had two more red-heads shouting about how they got Potter and noted that Draco was looking disappointed at his sorted and a little disgusted.
Harry sat down next to Hermione, the bushy-haired girl from the train, who started rattling off what the books said about Harry.
Harry smiled lightly. "The books about me are all false."
Hermione looked almost comically enraged. "But books are always right!" she shouted.
Harry smiled. "Who was there to witness what actually happened that night."
Hermione frowned and fell into the trap, "You and Voldemort."
Harry inwardly laughed at all the flinches that people gave at the Dark Lord's name.
"I can assure you that I've never given an interview and Voldemort is dead, so where does your book get its facts from?"
Hermione looked extremely stunned.
"I-I…"
Harry smiled lightly at her, "Just something to think about."
*** Next Day
Harry woke up early at 5 am, and had a quick bath before returning and reading some more, practicing some late 1st year spells till 6:30-ish when some other boys in the dorm started to stir.
Harry headed down to breakfast early and had a quick and light breakfast before taking out his book on an art known as Occlumency and started reading.
He received his timetable, along with incredulous books from Ron, for reading a book and he went to his first class, Transfiguration with McGonagall.
He got to class, barely on time and waited for McGonagall to arrive before noticing a cat next to McGonagall's table and remembered that she was a cat animagus.
Harry winked at the cat, who stared at Harry.
Ron and another boy from Harry's dorm, Seamus, landed up late for class.
McGonagall transformed from the cat into herself and got a few screams and surprised looks.
She lectured them for a while before giving them a matchstick and telling them the incantation to turn it into a needle.
Harry took and deep breath and performed the transfiguration, pushing his magic into his wand, magnifying it and saying the incantation and imagining the needle he wanted, intricate and silver.
It took a long second, but the matchstick turned into a needle with a soft pop.
McGonagall swept over to Harry.
"5 points to Gryffindor, Mr. Potter, amazing needle, first try too! 5 more points because of the intricacy."
McGonagall just got back to the front of the class, as Hermione managed to finish her transfiguration.
"Ms. Granger's done it too! 5 more points to Gryffindor." McGonagall said pleased that 2 people had completed the complex transfiguration in such quick succession.
Harry worked on trying to make his transfiguration more intricate. He tried to engrave a pattern into his needle and managed, though he began to start sweating.
McGonagall picked up the engraved needle, admiring the pretty if simple pattern on the small needle.
"Good job, Mr. Potter, but remember not to exhaust yourself."

"From his own experience, Harry knew that luck had never been on his side. At that moment he decided that he wouldn't rely on luck to solve his problems, he had to become smart, beyond the norm and talk his way through life. That's the only way he could survive." 

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

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

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

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

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



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

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

29th November 1990

"Get UP!!" the voice bellowed and pounded on the door for half a minute.

The only occupant of the room opened his eyes and silently sat up on his bed. Harry James Potter or freak, as he was commonly addressed to in this household, prepared himself for the day up ahead. The thin, worn out mattress under him had been hardened by years of use. It was far from luxurious, but a much better alternative to his previous accommodations in the cupboard under the stairs. So, no reason to complain, really.

Harry got up and exited the room—the smallest bedroom in 4, Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey. He quickly made his way to the bathroom, aiming to finish his morning rituals as quickly as possible. He was given this privilege twice a day for five minutes, and he really didn't want to waste any of it. The memories of doing that were not pleasant, and Harry didn't have many pleasant memories to begin with.

He had been living with the Dursleys—his relatives and adopted family—since he was a baby. For nine years he had called this miserable place his home, and he couldn't wait to get out of here one day.

This was actually the first rule that they had drilled into him; that this place was his home, whether he liked it or not. When he had asked why he was given a hard slap on his head and introduced to the second rule of the Dursley household; don't ask questions. 

After finishing up in the bathroom, Harry proceeded to the kitchen to do his first chore of the day. Cooking breakfast for his family. The Dursleys liked to feed themselves as much as they disliked feeding Harry, and Harry was as thin as a stick.

"What took you so long, boy?" Aunt Petunia sneered at Harry from the table, a cup of steaming tea near her pursed lips. "Don't dilly-dally around now, get cooking."

"Yes, Aunt Petunia," Harry replied mechanically. Moving into the kitchen, he deftly picked up the skillet and set to make six-and-a-half helpings of breakfast—eggs and bacon with toast. Three were for Uncle Vernon, two for his cousin Dudley, one for his Aunt Petunia, and a half helping for himself.
As he worked in silence Petunia gave him a long look, looking for signs of any insincerity. Not finding any, she returned her attention to the folded newspaper in front of her.

As Harry was frying the eggs, his thoughts drifted off to the dream that he had this morning. There had been a flying motorcycle in it. And a large man.

He had had this dream many times over the years, and he liked it better than the other one which he saw often. That one was quite unpleasant, with a woman crying and flashes of green light. His musings were interrupted by Aunt Petunia's shrill voice 

"Watch it freak! Don't you dare burn the bacon again." 

Muttering a quick apology, Harry concentrated on the breakfast again. Once he was done, he ladled out the eggs and bacon on the plates, making sure the servings were correctly proportioned; his being the only one allowed to be lesser than usual.

He carefully brought the plates to the table and placed them at the appropriate positions on the table.
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"Breakfast is served," Mark called out. "Come on dad, hurry up or it's going to get cold."

"Yeah, give me a second," the reply came back from the bedroom. Mark drummed his fingers on the table impatiently, his eyes darting to his plate every other moment.

A tall figure of John Smith soon entered the room walking in slow but solid steps. Seeing the look on his son's face he couldn't help but comment.

"You know you can start your breakfast without me, right?" John pulled a chair and seated himself gingerly.

"Yeah, right." Mark rolled his eyes as he started pouring his father his morning coffee.

"I'm serious. Hell, you shouldn't even be the one doing the cooking in the first place. It's my job to take care of you." 

Mark shook his head absently as he started pouring himself a cup of coffee. John swatted at his arm and gave him a stern look.

"What?" Mark looked at his father with careless surprise. "I stayed up late, okay? The performance? I was practising." Seeing the look on John's face, he grudgingly went for the juice. Remembering John's earlier remark, he replied.

"And Dad," Mark looked his father in the eye. "Your job is getting better, you understand?"

"Hmmm." John nodded through a mouthful of eggs. "You ready for the performance today?" His eyes looked over his plate to study his son.

If an outsider saw them together, it would not be immediately obvious that they were father and son. Mark had inherited his square jaw and strong nose, but that was where the similarities stopped. John was fair, with a head of dirty blond hair, while his son had the bronze complexion and jet-black hair of his late mother. John's eyes were a deep blue of the sea, while Mark's were a dark brown of ebony.

"Yeah, I guess," Mark replied. Buttering the toast in his hand, he continued; his eyes narrowed in concentration. "Just a bit nervous."

"You'll do alright"

"I know, Dad," Mark replied confidently

John smirked slightly at this. Another thing Mark had inherited from his mother.

"Listen, Mark." John assumed a serious visage; one that he had assumed when he had led his squad as Captain Smith of the 22nd Regiment, Special Air Services. "I don't think you should come to the hospital this week. Edwin and I can handle—"

"I'm coming, dad." Mark interrupted, not bothering to look up from his plate. "You handle the chemo better with me there, and I know that for a fact."

"That's exactly why I don't wish you to be there, son. I know how hospitals affect you because of your ability. I don't want to unnecessarily expose you to it"

"Dad, it's been two years since I've had it under control. I don't get those episodes anymore. I'll be fine. So, don't you dare leave me behind," he said pointing his fork at John.

John grumbled his assent as he sipped on his coffee. His son had somehow managed to inherit the stubbornness of both his parents.

"I'm done. I better go and get ready." Mark looked at his father, who replied with a slight nod. Picking up his polished plate, he took it to the sink before heading to his room.

John smiled at the retreating figure of his son; at least he had done something right in managing to teach the kid some discipline. He had often feared that in Sarah's absence he would fall short in being a good parent. 

He still remembered the early days of Mark's childhood, when he'd struggled with taking care of a baby. Sarah's mother had been a great help, babysitting Mark when he couldn't and guiding him through the motions of parenthood. But she too had passed when Mark was four. Somehow through all of it, John was proud of the person his son had grown up to be.

'But then, even my dad did alright with me.' 

John remembered the bear of a man who'd raised him. He would have loved to have a grandson like Mark. John had himself grown without the love of a mother; something that seemed to be the fate of Smith men in general. The thoughts of his Sarah pained him, more so than the physical pain his body had endured for the past six years.

"Bloody Leukaemia," John grumbled, snorting audibly moments later. That had been a good pun.
Smiling, he picked up the copy of Times on the table, going straight to the international section. The UN had sanctioned intervention in Iraq. 

John wondered if his boys were going to be deployed. He'd have to talk to Edwin about it today. Shaking his head, he started going through the other articles on the page, scanning them for any significant information with an eye trained on reading intel reports for a decade. 

A few minutes in, Mark reappeared in the kitchen. He was holding a large black case containing John's old bass, his schoolbag slinging on one strap.

"I've got everything dad. I'll see you after school, alright?" Mark pulled on the strap of his bag to stop it from slipping off his shoulder.

"All the best for today, champ." John looked over the paper with a small grin on his face. "Sweep them off their feet. Say hi to Ollie for me" 

"I will. Bye."
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"And thus we can see that x+3y would be 90. Now if we had —" 

Mr Wiggins continued to drone on to his class who were silently taking down notes. Harry had already zoned out five minutes before, having solved all the questions in his head. 

Since he wasn't supposed to answer questions anyway, he had distracted himself with other thoughts; namely the upcoming Christmas holidays. He wondered if he could convince Aunt Petunia to get him a pair of shoes. His current pair were in tatters, barely held together by tape. They wouldn't last past a couple more months. There wasn't a very good chance she might agree, however, since they had already donated Dudley's old pair at the charity collection in September.

"Mr Potter!" Harry's thoughts were interrupted as Mr Wiggins called out for him, his face barely holding in the contempt he had for the delinquent he believed Harry to be. "What is the answer to the third question?"

"43," Harry replied, after remembering that the answer was 42. A small wave of giggles broke out in the class, dying down at the look Mr Wiggins gave everybody. He then looked at Harry.

"Wrong answer. Pay attention boy, or I'm sure you wouldn't amount to anything in life," he snarled before continuing on with his lesson.

Harry simply nodded mechanically and zoned out on his teacher again.

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"Seems you can't even handle simple maths, hun Scarhead?"

Harry closed his eyes, cursing inwardly. Couldn't he have a peaceful lunch just once?

Of all the names that Dudley and his friends used to bully him, Scarhead was the one that hurt him the most; not that he'd let them know it. It was accurate in its description of the zig-zag shaped scar on his forehead just above his right eye, visible clearly against his pale skin. But that was not the reason he hated the name; at least not the only reason. The scar was an ugly reminder of the car crash that he had survived and his parents had not, leaving him to be raised in the custody of his Aunt Petunia, his only surviving family.

Grudgingly accepting his fate, Harry opened his eyes. In front of him stood Piers Polkiss, backed by members of Dudley's gang. 

Now Piers was a smart kid, unlike the rest of his gang. He was the reason that they all managed to pass in school. In return, he was able to act superior amongst all the bullies in Dudley's gang, despite his scrawny build and overall bullyable personality. Only Dudley ranked higher than him.

"Perhaps the freak has gone deaf," remarked Malcolm, another one of Dudley's gang. 

"Let's smack him till he's cured then." Dudley face twisted into a sadistic grin before he lunged at Harry.

Years of reflexes surfaced themselves and Harry ducked in a fluid motion, his feet carrying him away as swiftly as possible. The others chased him through the schoolyard, but Harry managed to evade them successfully. That was until he heard a familiar voice call out to him.

"HARRY POTTER!"

Harry groaned. It was the English teacher, Ms Jenkins.

 "Mr Potter!" she began, "You will not run around the playground like a ruffian, do you understand!" 

"But, Ms Jenk —" Harry tried protesting.

"You may think it entertaining to behave like a delinquent, but it is certainly not up to this school's standards. Heaven knows how Mrs Dursley —"

"But —"

"No. No more buts, Mr Potter. I do not want any more of those pathetic excuses from you. Especially any trying to blame model students like Polkiss and Dursley. Is that clear?"

Harry suppressed his anger at the unfairness of it all, wondering again why he hadn't died in the crash that scarred him. Model students?

"Am I being clear, Potter?" Ms Jenkins asked again. 

"Yes, Ma'am," Harry replied softly, his head bowed in submission. Ms Jenkins looked down at the untidy mop of black hair and nodded once. Harry's eyes, hiding behind smallish round spectacles, watched her turned around and leave. Once she was out of sight, he let out a breath of relief'; only to hear Dudley's voice behind him.

"So, you thought you could run away then?"

Harry groaned inwardly. This was going to be one of those days.
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"Happy Birthday!!" John wrapped his son into a tight bear hug, messing up his hair playfully. 

"Thanks, dad," Mark mumbled, rubbing his eyes with his sleeves. 

"Finally, eleven! How does it feel kid?"

"Younger than twelve," Mark smiled sleepily. John gave him a pointed look.

"Sorry, okay? I feel great, Dad. Just a bit sleepy"

"You know, you must be the only kid your age who isn't excited about his birthday"

"Am I allowed to open my presents now?"

"You can see them tomorrow, or rather today in the morning."

"Just as I thought. Nothing to keep me awake anymore," Mark dangled his words, but John didn't catch the bait.

"Morning. Along with Edwin's presents"

"Hmmpf. Goodnight, then." Mark turned to leave. He reached the passage when John called out

"Aren't you forgetting something?"

Mark turned and gave a tired smile.

"I Love you Dad. Goodnight."

"Goodnight, kiddo." 

John watched Mark almost tumble off to bed. Damn, he must have been really tired. Deciding to stay up a little longer, John settled in his armchair.

'I'm lucky to have him,' he thought to himself. In all honesty, Mark was one of the few sources of comfort for John, especially since his diagnosis. He didn't know what he would have done if he was alone.

Eleven years. Time had really flown, hadn't it? A few more years and Mark would be a full teenager. John had no idea how to deal with a teenager. He'd be winging it. Then, he bet everyone else was winging it too.

Mark was growing quickly now, not unlike John himself. He'd probably end up crossing six feet like his old man.

'And not just growing vertically,' John chuckled to himself. In all fairness, it was time for the boy to start paying attention to his health. John had been lenient on him until now; perhaps it was time to change it.

Despite having been raised in the company of ex-soldiers like Edwin and himself, Mark had shown no proclivity towards exercise or sports. The only physical activity he would happily partake in was swimming.

'Maybe when he starts noticing girls.'

An image flooded John's mind—Mark, all grown up. His physique a copy of John's own, his face akin to Sarah's. A perfect mix of both his parents. A sight that would make any parent proud.

Sarah. John's thoughts turned to his dead wife, and how she had missed seeing her boy grow up. 
Before the thoughts turned to melancholy, he took a deep breath and winced at the pain in his lungs. He would never admit it, but having Mark by his side during the recent treatments had really made a difference. But the effect the trips had on Mark…

Being surrounded by sick and suffering patients— that couldn't be a bearable experience for Mark.  
'Maybe he really has it under control now,' John wondered. Mark had not shown any signs of discomfort lately. He had been—indifferent.

An errant thought entered his mind. Could Mark be using his abilities to alleviate his pain? Immediately, John dismissed his thoughts. He had no way of knowing the truth, and he feared he didn't really want to.

John looked to his left at the small stack of neatly wrapped presents on the couch. They were mostly books; encyclopaedias and textbooks that Mark had lingered near during their last visit to the bookstore. Picking up the topmost from the pile, he ran his hand over the smooth gift paper.

"The Feynman Lectures on Physics," he muttered allowed, remembering the contents of this one. He had gotten these on the suggestion of one Jeremy Watts—Engineer, and brother to Sergeant Watts from his old regiment. 

He had sounded like a bright lad when John had spoken to him on the phone, but had staunchly refused to believe that a ten-year-old had already gone through sixth form science workbooks. Watts had finally relented to John's requests for suggestions by mentioning this book— 'Bloody brilliant,' he had called it.

John put the package back on the pile. His son was probably going to grow up to be a scientist of some sort. The amount of time that Mark spent tinkering around with books and his electronics kit was evidence for it.

'Got it from his mother. She would have...' 

John stubbed the thought before it could grow any further. He turned his thoughts towards his other present for Mark; the special one.

The black and gold custom Stratocaster had not come cheap, but John thought it worth every penny. His son was a damn better guitarist than he ever was, and his old Bass was just putting a limit on Mark's talent. 

'At least he knows how to have fun. Got that from me,' John smirked. Looking at the radium hands on the kitchen wall, he saw it was quarter-to-one. He had been up long enough. 

Getting up he stretched himself. Giving the pile of presents a last look John headed to get some sleep. On his way, he stopped to look at the sleeping form of his son.

'Happy Birthday kiddo'
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Mark is a First-Gen wizard and a Natural Legilimens. Reluctant to go to Hogwarts, he's soon drawn into the budding conflict between Harry Potter and Voldemort. Not to mention all the mysterious happenings and secrets that he stumbles upon at his new school. All he wants to do is make new friends and possibly, just possibly, find a cure for his father.

Original Character Centric AU story with parallel narratives. Book One (of Four) will span Years 1-3 of Hogwarts.

Major divergences begin in Year 2. Eventual romantic pairings may not adhere to canon.

Year 1 complete.

A Harry Potter Fanfiction

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

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

it has been many days since the end of the first year , and just as harry feared, he was grounded by his mom and was only allowed out when he went on trips with his brother, as for ryan himself, he was very busy through out the summer as he was preparing  his subject for the second year, as well as working with the higher ups of the ministry to keep the information about voldemort's attack a secret, as a former magus, he understood clearly the value of secrecy,  he was also trying his best at convincing  Dumbledore not to hire a fake wizard like  Gilderoy Lockhart as the professor for defence against the dark arts, 

during this time , strangely , harry did not receive any letters form his friends, even for his birthday, which , admittedly was over the top, considering the gifts he received from his family, james had given harry a Marauder's Map much to the dismay of his mother who had given him an enchanted glasses which would allow him to see things that normally people are unable to see, the glasses were made from combining the visual prowess of many different magical creatures, however the gift that ryan had given by far surpassed everything in the past, so much so that lilly straight out fainted at the existence of such a tool,

he had given harry a necklace shaped noble phantasm that he himself had created, it was called the phalanx ,  when it was invoked, it created an unbreakable barrier around harry , not even ryan himself was capable of breaking the said barrier, 

it was soon going to be the begging of the second year, it was at this time that harry learned that a house elf called dobby was responsible for stopping all the letters from his friends and claimed that harry should not go to hogwarts this year but harry ignored him and easily took the letters from him after which ryan arrived and took the house elf away, 

soon the potters minus ryan , who had disappeared  to who knows where arrived at the weasley borrow to meet their friends and go shopping for books in diagon alley,

after they had done shopping harry was pulled into an annoying situation with their future teacher of defence against the dark arts,Gilderoy Lockhart, this leads us to his current position,

"long time no see potter" said lucius malfoy to james who had a small smile and nodded ,

"as arrogant as always i see, lucius" said lilly to which he showed a scornful expression,

"you may have gotten powerful but don't forget you place mud-bl-" " careful lucius, you don't want me to break your  spine a second time do you now??" said james to the now fearful lucius, he snorted and then immediately took his son away from the place, draco then made a killing gesture towards ginny when harry secretly pulled out the crystal wand and waved it around lightly and then put it back inside immediately, the result was very funny to say the least,

draco transformed into a small ferret who panicked and ran around here and there as lucius tried to undo the charm but failed as he was simply not strong enough to overcome the power of a wand that was easily on par with an A ranked noble phantasm, the potters and weasleys laughed all the way to home,

soon the time came for them to go to school, they borded the train without any incident and finally arrived at hogwarts ,

however it is discovered a few days later that ryan is missing and that the ministry is trying to find his whereabouts, this has the potters and the students worried for the safety of the sorcerer,

the said man was right now in a situation that could be called both funny and dangerous at the same time,

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somewhere in bulgaria,

in the past few days , ryan had discovered lucius's plot about opening the chamber of secrets, he wanted to help his brother but the ministry had assigned him a task of uncovering strange magic signature coming from bulgaria, 

when he arrived at the place he was shocked to find traces of prana in the air, when he followed the trail he found a gigantic formalcraft circle made entirely of norse and british rune systems , but what surprised him was that the runic structure was similar to the ones from the age of gods from his world, 

he found out that everything inside the circle would always keep shifting between dimensions and would never stay in the same place more than a few days, it was meant to be a prison for a extremely strong magus, the circle also had the ability to seal off the true magics temporarily, 

suddenly without notice , he was pulled into the runic circle and came face to face with  someone that would cause the magus from his old world to go crazy,

"ara, someone actually managed to break into my prison??" said a voice which belonged to a man with white hair and great charm,

merlin, the magus of flowers had just appeared in front of the sorcerer

harry potter , the chosen one, the one who walks alone on the path of a hero

but what if, he was not alone, what if he had a brother, a brother who would always protect him, someone who had mastered the very power of the mysteries

Ron brought him and his friends in the house they had their breakfast there. Weasleys are kind. So Harry liked staying there. When Ron's parents heard that harry potter escaped from his house without informing his stepparents the Weasleys got angry. They advised Harry not to do that again. Then Harry went around the house. The house was filled with magic. The sweaters knitted themselves the brooms swept the floor themselves. The dishes washed. The Weasleys are happy that the whole family have learnt magic and Ron and his sister Ginny are learning magic. The other side in Harry's stepfamily is frustrated on sending Harry to Hogwarts and allowing him to study magic. Harry just wished his parents were alive. "Harry are you ready? We have to get to London to buy your school books." called out Mrs.Weasley. Harry went to the lobby. They used floo powder to go to London. Ginny, Fred and George went first showing Harry how to do it.  Harry was told to pronounce accurately and clearly. As Harry went under the chimney and dropped the floor powder, ash flew up to his mouth. He was not able to pronounce Diagon alley correctly. He ended up in a shop full of word items. There were human bones and skulls. He exited the shop and saw himself surrounded by old wizards and witches. It was what looked like shops for Darks Art. He suddenly spotted Hagrid and went out of throat wicked place quickly. There came his friends running. Mrs Weasley was very panicked. She told him to say the words more clearly next time.  Hermione was there too. She took her wand and tapped on Harry's broken glasses and the breakage cleared. Harry was astonished. Then they all separated and went to buy their books. Harry entered a shop which was very crowded to buy his defence against the dark arts books. Gilderoy Lockhart was there. He is Harry's defence against the dark arts teacher. The moment he saw Harry Potter, he took a picture with him and gave his books signed for free. However, when it was Harry and Ron's turn, they got banged into the wall. They weren't able to pass through. This has been what they have been doing all the time. Passing through the wall to get the train to Hogwarts. However, this time it didn't work. The train ticketer (for the real world) was looking at Harry and Ron and asked" Are you guys okay? Why are you two banging into the wall?" "We are okay," replied Ron and Harry in confusion. "Harry it is already 11 o'clock. the train leaves sharp at 11 o'clock. we must have missed it. What can we do now?" asked Ron."Can we use your father's flying car?" asked Harry. Ron gave out a smile signalling Harry that that was a great idea.

Harry-Potter, These two words are those words that each magic fanatic teen knows either through novels or movies. 

Austin Evans was like one these magic fanatic teens in his high school. He liked to read novels, mangas, animes, movies etc. anything that relates to magic.

Born in very rich family of businessmen, his family spoiled him very much, even more after death of his mother during his young age. His father would always be busy in work related to business, and even travel time to time, other places for works, meetings etc. So he was unable to spend his time with Austin. But he always fulfilled any wishes or needs Austin have, and provided large amount of money to him for spend on thongs he liked.

Before High School, Austin was like any other rich spoiled kid out in world, but in high school after he made few new friends who were what we call OTAKU, he started become like them. He even started to bunk classes later on to watch movies or anime series. One thing that fascinated him more in these things was Magic.

He searched and read every novels, books, journals related to magic daily. He became one of biggest fan of Harry Potter series after watching its movie series. Then he started to purchase everything is related to Harry Pitter series like Wands, Books, Brooms, Dressesetc. He always read few chapters of Harry Potter Novel series before sleeping, once it ends then he again start it from beginning.

Last night was like any other nights except few things that happens after reading the few death part of story, that was crying. Last night he cried and slept after reading the death of Fred, one of the Prankster Twins in the Battle of Hogwarts to find out Next Morning he wasn't in his previous world but in Potter-Verse and in train that left for Hogwarts - Hogwart Express.

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Austin Evans got transmigrated into the world of Harry-Potter unexpectedly with a system, while sleeping after reading Harry Potter last night.

He used to be what people say one of the POTTER-HEADS. He was in his late teens and one of the biggest fans of Harry Potter Series. What he liked most in the series either in movie or in novel was Magic, Wands etc. He also used to like to read other novels related to Wizard, Sorcerers, Spell-Casters etc.

So how will he change story and by how much??

What will the effects of changing the story??

Will he be in shadows or rise up openly??

Watch his journey to become most powerfull wizard in different novel universes.




This is just a fan written fiction about his favourite novel. I don't own any of characters accept mine in this series, originals belong to JK Rowling.

Actually, The System Design in this novel has, been picked up from another fan-fic on webnovel known as Wizardary system with little modification. If the writer of the that novel have any problem regarding me copying his idea then he/she can mail me i will remove the ideas I had taken from that novel.The Wizardary System is quite good fanfic, in fact it was one of my favourites fanfics about harry-potter but the MC started to behave like an little kid later on along with other characters so it dropped few ranks in my list of fanfics, If my character goes like that in future please remind me.

And about Cover of the Novel, i got it from google if anybody have any problems with it, you can either comment on the novel or mail me on: 

shauryasingh67559@yahoo.com

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