A Transmigration Novel about Harry Potter
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(Vampires involved if you didn't already guess by the books name)

Harry Potter is a girl and her name is Belladonna Ivory Potter, she'll be adopted by Severus Snape, She was abused, she'll end up with the Weasley Twins, Yay

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Next day

The whole school was talking about Harry Potter, the youngest seeker in the history of 'Quidditch'.

After breakfast since Alex didn't have any class in the morning, he was sitting on a bench in the lawn reading newspaper. 

Harry and Ron were surrounded by the Gryffindors led by Fred and George. They were publicising the fact that Harry was the youngest seeker to the whole school, especially to the Slytherins.

Alex was lost in thoughts while looking at them when he heard a voice as if someone whispered in his ears.

"Do you want to be as famous as Potter?" Snape who came and stood beside him without letting him know asked.

"Not really" Alex replied after calming himself.

"Then why are you looking at him so intently? Even I thought you were feeling envious of Potter" Snape said.

"I am just wondering if his fame has any basis or there is some other story behind that the world does not know," Alex shared his thoughts with Snape.

"Why do you ask?" Snape asked curiously.

"Well, you see he is not a brilliant student, nor is he good at magic. If he is forced into a situation, he can only depend on his instincts. The only two things he is good at is Quidditch and his ability to stir up troubles" Alex told his reasons to Snape.

"Hahaha!!". Snape laughed out loud, and all the students came to a standstill for a few seconds. Soon the students went into a frenzy. The man who only knew how to sneer and scorn others just broke into laughter, it was unbelievable. Snape too came to his senses and looked towards Alex, who was also dumbstruck.

This boy was not related to him, but he has been the closest to him for the past few years. He was more than family to him now. Snape has been thinking of dissolving the master-slave relation between them for a while now but is a bit hesitant.

"You have guessed a few things right. There is indeed a story behind, which you might come to know in the future". Snape cleared his throat and ignoring others replied to Alex.

"I understand," Alex said, not trying to pry any information out of Snape.

Alex was never curious about anyone's personal affairs. If he was bound to know he will know eventually.

"But due to what happened all those years ago, it is inevitable that Harry Potter will be among those who are at the Apex of this magical world. But will he be on the good side or the other is something we can't know" saying this Snape left.

Pretty soon, the news about Harry being the youngest seeker in history was overshadowed by Snape's laugh. Teachers visited Professor Snape's office one after the other. Even Professor McGonagall came for a visit.

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Days passed by, and Harry's fame spread among the students exponentially. There was even a fan club of Harry which held regular meetings. 

On the other hand, for Alex, everything was as it is. As expected, he was isolated by the majority of Slytherins except for Daphne and some. There was one thing that did change. Every time Alex crossed paths with Harry, he could feel the disdain from the latter. On the other hand, Malfoy although was back to his usual self but he would avoid Alex as much as possible.

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Sunday...

Today, as usual, Alex was in the 'Great Hall' having his breakfast when owls came bearing letters and parcels. Everyone's attention was caught at once by a long, thin package carried by six large screech owls. Alex was just as interested as everyone else to see what was in this large parcel and was amazed when the owls soared down and dropped it right in front of Harry, knocking his bacon to the floor. They had hardly fluttered out of the way when another owl dropped a letter on top of the parcel.

"It looks like a broomstick" Daphne who was sitting beside Alex said.

"Hmmm..." Alex agreed.

These days since most of the students avoided him, Alex and Daphne grew closer. Alex started replying her in more than one word.

"I heard professor McGonagall asked professor Dumbledore to bend some rules and allow Harry to participate in Quidditch" Daphne added.

"Really! I never thought professor McGonagall would do something like this" Alex was a bit surprised.

"What do you mean?" Daphne asked.

"Well, she likes to follow rules, so it's just not like her to do something like this" Alex explained.

"You sound disappointed". Daphne said

"Well, I am a little" Alex confirmed.

"You must respect..." Daphne couldn't complete her sentence.

Daphne almost choked on her saliva. Seeing that Daphne was looking behind him, Alex turned around only to see professor McGonagall behind him.

Professor McGonagall looked at Alex and Daphne for a while and then left without saying a word. 

"Do you think she heard us?" Daphne asked.

"In situations like these, the obvious answer is 'Yes'".

On the other hand, Ron and Harry unpacked the parcel in front of everyone. The Gryffindors were so excited that they were shouting their lungs out. They wanted to show off in front of other houses, especially the Slytherin.
 
Malfoy could not take it anymore and walked towards the Gryffindor table. Crabbe and Goyle too joined him.

"You'll be in for it this time, Potter, first years aren't allowed them." Ron couldn't resist it.

"It's not any old broomstick," he said, "it's a Nimbus Two Thousand. What did you say you've got at home, Malfoy, a Comet Two Sixty?" Ron grinned at Harry. "Comets look flashy, but they're not in the same league as the Nimbus."

"What would you know about it, Weasley, you couldn't afford half the handle," Malfoy snapped back. "I suppose you and your brothers have to save up twig by twig."

Before Ron could answer, Professor Flitwick appeared at Malfoy's elbow.

"Not arguing, I hope, boys?" he squeaked.

"Potters been sent a broomstick, Professor," said Malfoy quickly.

"Yes, yes, that's right," said Professor Flitwick, beaming at Harry.

"Professor McGonagall told me all about the special circumstances, Potter. And what model is it?"

"A Nimbus Two Thousand, sir," said Harry, fighting not to laugh at the look of horror on Malfoy's face. "And it's really thanks to Malfoy here that I've got it," he added.

Professor Flitwick left after chatting with Harry for a while.

"Why are you thanking me, Potter?" Malfoy asked.

"Well, you know, what happened at the flying lesson that day led me to become the youngest seeker and now this" Harry, reminded Malfoy.

"Humph..., let's go" Malfoy sulked on the remark and left with Crabbe and Goyle

Alex too left the 'Great Hall' and went to his room. He picked up Erebus and left towards the field. Sunday was the day when Alex took Erebus out to play. Alex was playing with Erebus when Harry along with Oliver Wood came.

'Why am I running into Potter more and more now?' Alex thought.

"Mate, do you mind if we do some practice here?" Oliver asked Alex.

"Go ahead". Alex nodded and moved a bit far from them.

"Thanks". Oliver shouted from behind.

Too eager to fly again, Harry mounted his broomstick and kicked off from the ground. He swooped in and out of the goalposts and then sped up and down the field. The Nimbus Two Thousand turned wherever he wanted at his lightest touch.

"Hey, Potter, come down!" Wood said.

Harry landed next to him.

"Very nice," said Wood, his eyes glinting. "I see what McGonagall meant . . . you really are a natural. I'm just going to teach you the rules this evening, then you'll be joining team practice three times a week."

He opened the crate. Inside were four different-sized balls.

"Right," said Wood. "Now, Quidditch is easy enough to understand, even if it's not too easy to play. There are seven players on each side. Three of them are called Chasers."

"Three Chasers," Harry repeated, as Wood took out a bright red ball about the size of a soccer ball.

"This ball's called the Quaffle," said Wood. "The Chasers throw the Quaffle to each other and try and get it through one of the hoops to score a goal. Ten points every time the Quaffle goes through one of the hoops. Follow me?"

"The Chasers throw the Quaffle and put it through the hoops to score," Harry recited. "So — that's sort of like basketball on broomsticks with six hoops, isn't it?"

"What's basketball?" said Wood curiously.

"Never mind".

Wood started explaining the rules to Harry.

Alex was on the side and would look at the duo from time to time. Using magic, he was able to hear everything they were talking about.

When Wood was explaining about Bludgers to Harry, the black ball rose high up in the sky before descending towards Harry. Harry struck it with the bat, and it flew towards Alex with high speed.

Seeing the ball coming towards him, Alex was a bit flustered and involuntarily tried to hit the ball with his hand. The Bludger before reaching Alex blasted and turned into smithereens.

Harry was dumbfounded, Wood was in awe, and Alex was in thoughts.

With these emotions, Alex picked up Erebus and left.

I'd appreciate if you write a review and let me know what I can improve on so that I can write a better story. 


The story will be a fan-fic of Harry Potter .

He was with him when he found the sorcerer's stone, he was there when he faced the one who must not be named, but he was not known by the Populus. Only a few knew about him but this was also what he wanted.
Story of a boy who was stronger, more talented and reliable than the famous Harry Potter

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Ryan had never believed he would meet a boy he wanted to bully more than Draco Malfoy. Still, first-year Gryffindors only had Herbology with the Hufflepuffs, so they didn't have a chance to bully him too much it was only 3 times a week it was a blessing but also a curse to put up with Malfoy that much. But more time for bullying would soon be available, they spotted a notice pinned up in the Gryffindor common room that made Ryan tremble in fear. Flying lessons would be starting on Thursday -- all first year students would be learning together."Typical," said Harry darkly. "Just what I always wanted. To make a fool of myself on a broomstick in front of Malfoy." Harry didn't like Malfoy all that much also with his arrogant I'm better than everyone attitude and always bullying other smaller students somehow he still had his bodyguards around him most of the time maybe daddy spent a lot of money to hire them like proper flunkies.He had been looking forward to learning to fly more than anything else.
"You don't know that you'll make a fool of yourself and besides just look at Ryan," said Luna reasonably. Harry glanced over and noticed Ryan was visibly more pale and sweating slightly. "what's wrong with him is he sick?" "oh no" said Luna in her dreamy musical voice "he's deathly afraid of heights" Harry looked on in pity at the poor guy. "Anyway, I know Malfoy's always going on about how good he is at Quidditch, but I bet that's all talk." said Luna 
Malfoy certainly did talk about flying a lot. He complained loudly about first years never getting on the house Quidditch teams and told long, boastful stories that always seemed to end with him narrowly escaping Muggles in helicopters.Everyone from wizarding families talked about Quidditch constantly not everyone was excited about flying tho besides Ryan, Neville had never been on a broomstick in his life, because his grandmother had never let him near one. Privately, they felt she'd had good reason, because Neville managed to have an extraordinary number of accidents even with both feet on the ground.Hermione Granger was almost as nervous about flying as Neville was. Ryan knew the real reason was she also had a fear of heights and This was something you couldn't learn by heart out of a book -- not that she hadn't tried. At breakfast on Thursday she bored them all stupid with flying tips she'd gotten out of a library book called Quidditch Through the Ages. Neville was hanging on to her every word, desperate for anything that might help him hang on to his broomstick later, but everybody else was very pleased when Hermione's lecture was interrupted by the arrival of the mail.Harry hadn't had a single letter since Hagrid's note, something that Malfoy had been quick to notice, of course. Malfoy's eagle owl was always bringing him packages of sweets from home, which he opened gloatingly at the Hufflepuffs table.
A barn owl brought Neville a small package from his grandmother. He opened it excitedly and showed them a glass ball the size of a large marble, which seemed to be full of white smoke.
"It's a Remembrall!" he explained. "Gran knows I forget things -- this tells you if there's something you've forgotten to do. Look, you hold it tight like this and if it turns red -- oh... " His face fell, because the Remembrall had suddenly glowed scarlet, "... you've forgotten something..." Neville was trying to remember what he'd forgotten when Draco Malfoy, who was passing the Gryffindor table, snatched the Remembrall out of his hand. Professor McGonagall, who could spot trouble quicker than any teacher in the school, was there in a flash."Malfoy's got my Remembrall, Professor."
Scowling, Malfoy quickly dropped the Remembrall back on the table.
"Just looking," he said, and he sloped away with Crabbe and Goyle behind him.At three-thirty that afternoon, Luna, Harry ,Daphne, and the other Gryffindors hurried down the front steps onto the grounds for their first flying lesson Ryan was being slowly dragged by his hands with considerable force by Daphne and Luna as he cried anime tears and made excuses like he was sick and his dog died or he had a family emergency. None of them bought any of it. But then Ryan remembered something and he stopped acting like a baby and put on a proud smile and straightened his back walking confidently as they looked at him curiously.  It was a clear, breezy day, and the grass rippled under their feet as they marched down the sloping lawns toward a smooth, flat lawn on the opposite side of the grounds to the forbidden forest, whose trees were swaying darkly in the distance. There were twenty broomsticks lying in neat lines on the ground. Ryan had heard Fred and George Weasley complain about the school brooms, saying that some of them started to vibrate if you flew too high, or always flew slightly to the left. Deathtraps Ryan thought as he looked at them.Their teacher, Madam Hooch, arrived. She had short, gray hair, and yellow eyes like a hawk.
"Well, what are you all waiting for?" she barked. "Everyone stand by a broomstick. Come on, hurry up."
Ryan glanced down at his broom like it had just killed his entire family. It was old and some of the twigs stuck out at odd angles. "Stick out your right hand over your broom," called Madam Hooch at the front, "and say 'Up!'"
"UP" everyone shouted.
Harry's broom jumped into his hand at once, but it was one of the few that did. Hermione's had simply rolled over on the ground, and Neville's hadn't moved at all Ryan's had somehow smacked him right in the face and Luna and Daphne were giggling at him. Perhaps brooms, like horses, could tell when you were afraid, thought Harry; there was a quaver in Neville's voice that said only too clearly that he wanted to keep his feet on the ground and he remembered Ryan's antics. Madam Hooch then showed them how to mount their brooms without sliding off the end, and walked up and down the rows correcting their grips."Now, when I blow my whistle, you kick off from the ground, hard," said Madam Hooch. "Keep your brooms steady, rise a few feet, and then come straight back down by leaning forward slightly. On my whistle -- three -- two--"
But Neville, nervous and jumpy and frightened of being left on the ground, pushed off hard before the whistle had touched Madam Hooch's lips. Luna had distinctly heard Ryan whisper it's for the greater good before swiftly throwing his broom far away smacking Ron in the head with a quietly muttered "YEET." she didn't know what a Yeet was but she knew it would one day change the world. (A/N: SLANG DICTIONARY: Yeet is an exclamation of excitement, approval, surprise, or all-around energy, often as issued when doing a dance move or throwing something.)"Come back, boy!" Madam Hooch shouted, but Neville was rising straight up like a cork shot out of a bottle -- twelve feet -- twenty feet. they saw him gasp, slip sideways off the broom and --WHAM -- a thud and a nasty crack and Neville lay facedown on the grass in a heap. His broomstick was still rising higher and higher, and started to drift lazily toward the forbidden forest and out of sight. Madam Hooch was bending over Neville, her face as white as his.
"Broken wrist Come on, boy -- it's all right, up you get."
She turned to the rest of the class.
"None of you is to move while I take this boy to the hospital wing! You leave those brooms where they are or you'll be out of Hogwarts before you can say 'Quidditch.' Come on, dear."No sooner were they out of earshot than Malfoy burst into laughter.
"Did you see his face, the great lump?"
The others joined in.
"Look!" said Malfoy, darting forward and snatching something out of the grass. "It's that stupid thing Longbottom's gran sent him. "Give that here, Malfoy," said Harry quietly. Everyone stopped talking to watch.
Malfoy smiled nastily.
"I think I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find -- how about -- up a tree?"
"Give it here!" Harry yelled, but Malfoy had leapt onto his broomstick and taken off. 
Ryan sneakily took a bucket of popcorn out of his inventory and started to watch the show while Luna snuck some pieces from the side. this was a great changing point in the Harry Potter time line where Harry gets to make the Gryffindor team."Give it here!" Harry yelled, but Malfoy had leapt onto his broomstick and taken off. He hadn't been lying, he could fly well. Hovering level with the topmost branches of an oak he called, "Come and get it, Potter!"
Harry grabbed his broom.
"No!" shouted Hermione. "Madam Hooch told us not to move -- you'll get us all into trouble."
Harry ignored her. He mounted the broom and kicked hard against the ground and up, up he soaredHe turned his broomstick sharply to face Malfoy in midair. Malfoy looked stunned.
"Give it here," Harry called, "or I'll knock you off that broom!"
"Oh, yeah?" said Malfoy, trying to sneer, but looking worried.He leaned forward and grasped the broom tightly in both hands, and it shot toward Malfoy like a javelin. Malfoy only just got out of the way in time."Catch it if you can, then!" Malfoy shouted, and he threw the glass ball high into the air and streaked back toward the ground. Harry  leaned forward and pointed his broom handle down -- next second he was gathering speed in a steep dive, racing the ball he stretched out his hand -- a foot from the ground he caught it, just in time to pull his broom straight, and he toppled gently onto the grass with the Remembrall clutched safely in his fist."HARRY POTTER!"Professor McGonagall was running toward them. "Never -- in all my time at Hogwarts--"

Professor McGonagall was almost speechless with shock, and her glasses flashed furiously, "might have broken your neck--Potter, follow me, now."he left, walking numbly in Professor McGonagall's wake as she strode toward the castle.

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.

ROSE's face is growing colder by the minute.

  ROSE: Rose.

  SCORPIUS: Hi, Rose. Would you like some of my Fizzing Whizbees?

  ROSE: I've just had breakfast, thanks.

  SCORPIUS: I've also got some Shock-o-Choc, Pepper Imps, and some Jelly Slugs. Mum's idea -- she says (sings), "Sweets, they always help you make friends." (He realizes that singing was a mistake.) Stupid idea, probably.

  ALBUS: I'll have some . . . Mum doesn't let me have sweets. Which one would you start with?

  ROSE hits ALBUS out of sight of SCORPIUS.

  SCORPIUS: Easy. I've always regarded the Pepper Imp as the king of the confectionery bag. They're peppermint sweets that make you smoke at the ears.

  ALBUS: Brilliant, then that's what I'll -- (ROSE hits him again.) Rose, will you please stop hitting me?

  ROSE: I'm not hitting you.

  ALBUS: You are hitting me, and it hurts.

  SCORPIUS's face falls.

  SCORPIUS: She's hitting you because of me.

  ALBUS: What?

  SCORPIUS: Listen, I know who you are, so it's probably only fair you know who I am.

  ALBUS: What do you mean you know who I am?

  SCORPIUS: You're Albus Potter. She's Rose Granger-Weasley. And I am Scorpius Malfoy. My parents are Astoria and Draco Malfoy. Our parents -- they didn't get on.

  ROSE: That's putting it mildly. Your mum and dad are Death Eaters!

  SCORPIUS (affronted): Dad was -- but Mum wasn't.

  ROSE looks away, and SCORPIUS knows why she does.

  I know what the rumor is, and it's a lie.

  ALBUS looks from an uncomfortable ROSE to a desperate SCORPIUS.

  ALBUS: What -- is the rumor?

  SCORPIUS: The rumor is that my parents couldn't have children. That my father and my grandfather were so desperate for a powerful heir, to prevent the end of the Malfoy line, that they . . . that they used a Time-Turner to send my mother back . . .

  ALBUS: To send her back where?

  ROSE: The rumor is that he's Voldemort's son, Albus.

  A horrible, uncomfortable silence.

  It's probably rubbish. I mean . . . look, you've got a nose.

  The tension is slightly broken. SCORPIUS laughs, pathetically grateful.

  SCORPIUS: And it's just like my father's! I got his nose, his hair, and his name. Not that that's a great thing either. I mean -- father-son issues, I have them. But, on the whole, I'd rather be a Malfoy than, you know, the son of the Dark Lord.

  SCORPIUS and ALBUS look at each other and something passes between them.

  ROSE: Yes, well, we probably should sit somewhere else. Come on, Albus.

  ALBUS is thinking deeply.

  ALBUS: No. (Off ROSE's look.) I'm okay. You go on . . .

  ROSE: Albus. I won't wait.

  ALBUS: And I wouldn't expect you to. But I'm staying here.

  ROSE looks at him a second and then leaves the compartment.

  ROSE: Fine!

  SCORPIUS and ALBUS are left -- looking at each other -- unsure.

  SCORPIUS: Thank you.

  ALBUS: No. No. I didn't stay -- for you -- I stayed for your sweets.

  SCORPIUS: She's quite fierce.

  ALBUS: Yes. Sorry.

  SCORPIUS: No. I like it. Do you prefer Albus or Al?

  SCORPIUS grins and pops two sweets into his mouth.

  ALBUS (thinks): Albus.

  SCORPIUS (as smoke comes out of his ears): THANK YOU FOR STAYING FOR MY SWEETS, ALBUS!

  ALBUS (laughing): Wow.

  ACT ONE, SCENE FOUR

  TRANSITION SCENE

  And now we enter a never-world of time change. And this scene is all about magic. The changes are rapid as we leap between worlds. There are no individual scenes, but fragments, shards that show the constant progression of time.

  Initially we're inside Hogwarts, in the Great Hall, and everyone is dancing around ALBUS.

  POLLY CHAPMAN: Albus Potter.

  KARL JENKINS: A Potter. In our year.

  YANN FREDERICKS: He's got his hair. He's got hair just like him.

  ROSE: And he's my cousin. (As they turn.) Rose Granger-Weasley. Nice to meet you.

  The SORTING HAT walks through the students, who spring into their Houses.

  It becomes quickly apparent he's approaching ROSE, who is tense as she awaits her fate.

  SORTING HAT:

  I've done this job for centuries

  On every student's head I've sat

  Of thoughts I take inventories

  For I'm the famous Sorting Hat

  I've sorted high, I've sorted low,

  I've done the job through thick and thin

  So put me on and you will know

  Which House you should be in . . .

  Rose Granger-Weasley.

  He puts his hat on ROSE's head.

  GRYFFINDOR!

  There's cheering from the Gryffindors as ROSE joins them.

  ROSE: Thank Dumbledore.

  SCORPIUS runs to take ROSE's place under the SORTING HAT's glare.

  SORTING HAT: Scorpius Malfoy.

  He puts his hat on SCORPIUS's head.

  SLYTHERIN!

  SCORPIUS was expecting this, he nods and half smiles. There's cheering from the Slytherins as he joins them.

  POLLY CHAPMAN: Well, that makes sense.

  ALBUS walks swiftly to the front of the stage.

  SORTING HAT: Albus Potter.

  He puts his hat on ALBUS's head -- and this time he seems to take longer -- almost as if he too is confused.

  SLYTHERIN!

  There's a silence.

  A perfect, profound silence.

  One that sits low, twists a bit, and has damage within it.

  POLLY CHAPMAN: Slytherin?

  CRAIG BOWKER JR.: Whoa! A Potter? In Slytherin.

  ALBUS looks out, unsure. SCORPIUS smiles, delighted, as he shouts across to him.

  SCORPIUS: You can stand next to me!

  ALBUS (thoroughly discombobulated): Right. Yes.

  YANN FREDERICKS: I suppose his hair isn't that similar.

  ROSE: Albus? But this is wrong, Albus. This is not how it's supposed to be.

  And suddenly a flying lesson is happening with MADAM HOOCH.

  MADAM HOOCH: Well, what are you all waiting for? Everyone stand by a broomstick. Come on, hurry up.

  The kids all hurry into position beside their brooms.

  Stick out your hands out over your broom, and say, "Up!"

  EVERYONE: UP!

  ROSE's and YANN's brooms sail into their hands.

  ROSE and YANN: Yes!

  MADAM HOOC

H: Come on, now, I've no time for shirkers. Say "UP." "UP" like you mean it.

  EVERYONE (bar ROSE and YANN): UP!

  Brooms sail up, including SCORPIUS's. Only ALBUS is left with his broom on the floor.

  EVERYONE (bar ROSE, YANN, and ALBUS): YES!

  ALBUS: Up. UP. UP.

  His broom doesn't move. Not even a millimeter. He stares at it with disbelieving desperation. There's giggling from the rest of the class.

  POLLY CHAPMAN: Oh Merlin's beard, how humiliating! He really isn't like his father at all, is he?

  KARL JENKINS: Albus Potter, the Slytherin Squib.

  MADAM HOOCH: Okay. Children. Time to fly.

  And suddenly HARRY appears from nowhere beside ALBUS as steam expands all over the stage.

  We're back on platform nine and three-quarters and time has ticked on mercilessly. ALBUS is now a year older (as is HARRY, but less noticeably).

  ALBUS: I'm just asking you, Dad, if you'll -- if you'll just stand a little away from me.

  HARRY (amused): Second-years don't like to be seen with their dads, is that it?

  An OVER-ATTENTIVE WIZARD begins to circle them.

  ALBUS: No. It's just -- you're you and -- and I'm me and --

  HARRY: It's just people looking, okay? People look. And they're looking at me, not you.

  The OVER-ATTENTIVE WIZARD proffers something for HARRY to sign -- he signs it.

  ALBUS: At Harry Potter and his disappointing son.

  HARRY: What does that mean?

  ALBUS: At Harry Potter and his Slytherin son.

  JAMES rushes past them, carrying his bag.

  JAMES: Slythering Slytherin, stop with your dithering, time to get onto the train.

  HARRY: Unnecessary, James.

  JAMES (long gone): See you at Christmas, Dad.

  HARRY looks at ALBUS, concerned.

  HARRY: Al --

  ALBUS: My name is Albus, not Al.

  HARRY: Are the other kids being unkind? Is that it? Maybe if you tried making a few more friends . . . without Hermione and Ron I wouldn't have survived Hogwarts, I wouldn't have survived at all.

  ALBUS: But I don't need a Ron and Hermione. I've -- I've got a friend, Scorpius, and I know you don't like him but he's all I need.

  HARRY: Look, as long as you're happy, that's all that matters to me.

  ALBUS: You didn't need to bring me to the station, Dad.

  ALBUS picks up his case and makes hard away.

  HARRY: But I wanted to be here . . .

  But ALBUS is gone. DRACO MALFOY, his robes perfect, his blond ponytail precisely placed, emerges from within the crowds to be beside HARRY.

  DRACO: I need a favor.

  HARRY: Draco.

  DRACO: These rumors -- about my son's parentage -- they don't seem to be going away. The other Hogwarts students tease Scorpius about it relentlessly -- if the Ministry could release a statement reaffirming that all Time-Turners were destroyed in the Battle of the Department of Mysteries

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Stefan and the girls were with all of the students in the Great Hall, about to have breakfast, but the food and the plates were not ready, every student wonder if there has been a problem since the breakfast has never had problems. 
"There are announces that all of you must hear" said a powerful voice coming from the middle of the professor's table, where every student saw Dumbledore standing while pointing with his wand at his throat to amplify his voice. 
"This year it's going to be a little bit special as you have noticed the day of the sorting ceremony, we have an issue with a student, Draco Malfoy please, come here." said Dumbledore while signaling at a blonde student who was beside Snape who as always had a gloomy face.
"Draco Malfoy, is going to be changed from Gryffindor to Slytherin" said Dumbledore with a calm voice.
All the students got a surprised face as they started to talk, and some students started saying "I want a change too, I don't belong to Hufflepuff, Yes I want a change too, Me too, And Me"
"Silence" said Dumbledore while amplifying his voice and making all the students to shut up, but still, they didn't have a nice face.
"We're going to give all the first years another chance at another sorting ceremony, but just to the ones that really think they belong to another house, but this sorting ceremony will be private and the method will change, if you want to proceed to attempt the change there will be a box in your common rooms, put your name inside and that will be it, you will be call for the private ceremony shortly after, now that the announcement has been done, let's have breakfast" said Dumbledore as he clapped his hands and plates, cups and dishes started to appear on the tables.
Draco started to walk to the Slytherin table where he was received by everyone with cheers, well almost everyone as Stefan and the girls just ignored him and started to eat.
"Morningstar, I want my bedroom to be clean and tidy for tonight" said Draco as he passed near Stefan.
Stefan just kept eating as he ignored him, all the girls watched him eating calmly but they knew it was just the calm before the storm.
"Where is Hermione?" said Mary with a curious voice.
Daphne looked at the Gryffindor table and saw her "She is in Gryffindor table, huh, she is with the Weasley boy, and with Potter"
Stefan just lifted his head and saw Hermione talking with Weasley and Potter, with a happy face, he looked at her for a moment and then kept eating normally. 
Hermione felt the stare of someone as she turned her head and saw Stefan looking at her for a moment, and then Stefan just started eating normally.
She had mixed emotions, yesterday after saying goodbye to Stefan, she went to the Gryffindor common room, and there she met with Ron and Harry, Ron apologized to her for saying those things to her, and as they were doing homework she decided to help them a little by telling them which books they have to read to do the homework, and they started talking till night, as it passed the night Hermione was about to go to the Slytherin table but Harry and Ron invited her to sit with them, after hesitating a moment she joined them and rejoiced for finally having someone to talk in Gryffindor.
And finally after she sat down, she heard the announcement of being able to change of house, as she was thinking that maybe she could make the effort to change of House, she heard Ron saying that changing from house could be considered a stain in someone honor and that he was sure that Gryffindor was the best house as Dumbledore was in Gryffindor.
"Hermione do you know which class we have after breakfast?" said Harry while looking at her.
"Yeah, we have flying classes with Slytherin" said Hermione absentmindedly.
"Great now I will look like an idiot in front of Draco and Stefan" said Harry while sighing.
The Slytherins were the first to arrive, there were twenty old broomsticks lying in neat lines on the ground. The Gryffindor's came soon after. 
Their teacher, Madam Hooch, arrived. She had short, gray hair, and yellow eyes like a hawk.
"Well, what are you all waiting for?" she barked. "Everyone stand by a broomstick. Come on, hurry up."
"Stick out your right hand over your broom," called Madam Hooch at the front, "and say 'Up!"'
"UP" everyone shouted.
From the Slytherin's side, Stefan's, Mary's, Draco's broom jumped into their hands at once. 
On Gryffindor's side, other than Harry whose broom jumped to his hand on the first try, the remaining were struggling to get the broom to come up in their hand.
After everyone got their broom. Madam Hooch then showed them, how to mount their brooms without sliding off the end, and walked up and down the rows correcting their grips. Madam Hooch corrected Stefan's and Mary's posture since it was a little off even though it's their first time gripping a broom, and Draco's posture was totally wrong and Madame Hooch told him that he seems he has never touched a broom in his life. 
Now, when I blow my whistle, you kick off from the ground, hard," said Madam Hooch. "Keep your brooms steady, rise a few feet, and then come straight back down by leaning forward slightly. On my whistle -- three -- two --"
But Neville, nervous and jumpy and frightened of being left on the ground, pushed off hard before the whistle had touched Madam Hooch's lips.
"Come back, boy!" she shouted, but Neville was rising straight up like a cork shot out of a bottle -- twelve feet -- twenty feet. Everyone saw his scared white face look down at the ground falling away.
Everyone saw Neville gasp, slip sideways off the broom and -- WHAM -- a thud and a nasty crack and Neville laid face down on the grass in a heap. His broomstick was still rising higher and higher and started to drift lazily toward the forbidden forest and out of sight.
Madam Hooch was bending over Neville, her face as white as his. "Broken wrist," Everyone heard her mutter. "Come on, boy -- it's all right, up you get.".
She turned to the rest of the class.
"None of you is to move while I take this boy to the hospital wing! You leave those brooms where they are or you'll be out of Hogwarts before you can say 'Quidditch.' Come on, dear."
Neville, his face tear-streaked, clutching his wrist, hobbled off with Madam Hooch, who had her arm around him.
Suddenly the same scene as in the movie started to play and Stefan watched with an amused face, Draco said while laughing"Did you see his face, the great lump?"
"Shut up, Draco," snapped Parvati Patil.
"Ooh, sticking up for Longbottom?" said Pansy Parkinson "Never thought you'd like fat little crybabies, Parvati."
Mary who saw a crystal ball in the floor went and picked it up while looking at it with curiosity in her face. 
"Give that back, Morningstar" Suddenly Ron's voice came. Stefan looked at Mary who was looking at the Remembrall 
The whole ground was quiet as they knew she was together with Stefan. 
"I was just picking it up, I'm planning to give it to Neville later" said Mary while smiling, all the boys got stunned as they saw her smile. 
"Lies." Ron raised his voice, "Don't think, I don't know about you Slytherins, you probably want to steal it."
"Weasley watch your mouth, no one talks to Mary like that" said Stefan as he stopped watching over, and started walking with Daphne and Tracey following him a step behind, while everyone stayed quiet, at least for the side of Slytherin as they knew Stefan crushed Zabini a few days ago, even Malfoy didn't say anything as he remembered the day at the train where he, Crabbe and Goyle got the short end of the stick. 
Hermione came in front of them with an anxious face and said "Stefan just hand me the remembrall, I will give to Neville later, and let's stop this."
"Hermione, they have been treating you badly and been ignoring you, while we have been your friends, and now you will let Weasley talk to Mary like that, saying she is a thief" said Daphne with an annoyed face. 
While Stefan didn't say anything and just ignored Hermione
"I..." as Hermione didn't know what to say, Ron took a step forward and said "She does not need to be friends with Slytherin's" 
"Apologize to Mary, Weasley, now" said Stefan as he looked with his silver eyes at Ron, who got intimidated and took a step back. 
The Gryffindors took a step, as and looked at Stefan with intimidated gazes, Stefan just ignored them and kept looking at Ron.
"I'm sorry..." said Ron as he got red while apologizing.
Stefan turned around, and started walking to the place he was before this mess happened, with Mary and the girls following him, the Slytherins students opened up to let him and the girls passed, as they started walking, there was a voice that said "give back the remembrall"
Stefan turned his head and saw Potter taking a step forward while extending his hand to Mary.
"Like I said, I'm going to give it back to Neville after the class, don't worry" said Mary while smiling stunning Potter for a moment, till he noticed they started walking away again, and said "Give it back"
Stefan started to get annoyed and suddenly he remembered the movie, he smiled as he turned around while taking the remembrall from the hand of Mary who got surprised. Everyone saw as Stefan got closer to Mary and whisper something to her, and then she started to smiled brightly.
"Potter you want the ball back right?, what about a competition...?" said Stefan while looking at Potter with a smile on his face.
"What kind of competition...?" said Potter with a cautious face.
"Simple, we don't know how to use the broom, I'm going to throw the ball up in the air the one who caught it, wins" said Stefan.
Everyone got interested as they heard the idea, while Hermione said "If Madame Hooch comes and sees you, you might get expelled didn't you hear?, stop this please"
Stefan just ignored her, as he looked at Potter who was hesitating and said "The Great Harry Potter will let the remembrall to be stolen in front of his eyes?"
Potter got angry as he heard that and said "Ok, let's play" said Harry as he took a broom from the floor, as he turned around saw Mary smiling at him with a broom on he hand.
"Thought you were going to be the player Stefan, scared?" said Potter with a sneer on his face. 
"Scared to play against a girl Potter?, hahaha" said Mary while laughing, charming all the boys there. 
Stefan came between the two of them and threw the ball high up in the air as he took his wand and hit it with a spell that made it get more higher.
Mary and Potter stated to fly away at high speed in direction of the remembrall which got to its higher point it could and started descending at high speed, everyone saw as Mary had the advantage by a small margin, but that margin could decide the winner, as Mary was about to grab the ball Potter shamelessly was about to tackle the tail of her broom, but Mary saw that and dodged him, making the remembrall kept descending at higher speed, Mary laughed as she descended while making a backflip in her broom and rapidly chased after the ball while Potter lost time making the turn, and as he finally got to make the turn he saw Mary with the ball on her hand.
Mary did a wonderful landing, and all the Slytherins started cheering her, Stefan walked to her and nodded at her with a smile on his face, while Daphne and Tracey were complementing Mary.
"HARRY POTTER!" "MARY MORNINGSTAR"
Suddenly, Professor McGonagall came rushing toward them. Harry's leg was trembling to see McGonagall and Mary had a calm face as she just smiled as if she was not the one shouted at.
"Never -- in all my time at Hogwarts --"
Professor McGonagall was almost speechless with shock, and her glasses flashed furiously, "-- how dare you both -- you could have broken your neck --"
"It wasn't his fault, Professor --"
"Be quiet, Miss Patil
"Enough!" Professor McGonagall said "Potter, you and Mr. Weasley come with me and Ms. Morningstar and Mr. Morningstar please wait here awhile, I will come here with your house head, Professor Snape. He will decide both of your punishment."
McGonagall left with Potter and Weasley, and a few moments after Snape come to the grounds while looking coldly at Mary and Stefan, who just kept calm.
"Both of you, come with me"
Stefan and Mary followed Snape to his office, as they got there Snape asked them about the issue in the flying grounds, and Mary started talking while Stefan stood there with a bored expression on his face, but he remembered something and looked at Mary for a moment with a gleam in his eyes. 
"Prof. Snape I have information that you should know, Potter is going to be the seeker of Gryffindor" said Stefan with a calm face. 
"That's impossible first years can't play Quidditch" said Snape immediately. 
"That's the case indeed, but Prof. McGonagall saw Potter skills on the broom, and you didn't saw her eyes, they were shining as she has found a piece of gold, but Prof. Snape, Mary beat Potter in the incident, you can make her our seeker... that's if you have no problem with it, If Potter is allowed to play, you will need an ace for the Slytherin Quidditch Team, and that Ace can be Mary" said Stefan with a calm face as he looked at Snape for a moment and felt he was trying to use Legilimens on him, so he let him use Legilimens on him as he showed him an altered memory of McGonagall looking at Potter with worshipping eyes, after showing him that he broke visual contact with Snape and pretended that nothing happened.
Snape's eyes got colder as he saw the memory of McGonagall worshipping eyes, and remembered certain jackass with incredible flying skills with the broom.
"I'm going to investigate this, if Potter is allowed to play, she will play too, leave" said Snape as he waved his hand at them. 
Stefan and Mary left the office of Snape, while Mary was smiling brightly at Stefan while saying "Thank You, Young Master, that was really fun, but I don't want to play... if I have to be the seeker I will have to go to practice and as your maid I can't leave you alone" said Mary while looking at Stefan with thankful eyes.
"There will be no problem with that, I will fix that issue later, send a message to Emma, tell her to buy you a Nimbus 2000, you will need it"

The darkness from Supernatural travels to Harry Potter world, the MC is not a "good" MC, if you're looking for a good MC, don't even bother to read the novel, thanks. 
This fanfic contains themes like rape, sex, gore, violence, etc.

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this story belongs to LeadVonE I'm simply sharing it here because its unavailable 

Harry Potter has been banged up for ten years in the hellhole brig of Azkaban for a crime he didn't commit, and his traitorous brother, the not-really-boy-who-lived, has royally messed things up. After meeting Fate and Death, Harry is given a second chance to squash Voldemort, dodge a thousand years in prison, and snatch everything his hated brother holds dear. H/Hr/LL/DG/GW.

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In the Wizarding quarters of Holyhead, flags of green and gold hung from the windows, large banners with embroidered, golden talons had been put up on the fences, and people had had been out since early that morning to celebrate the special day. Little children dressed in Quidditch robes were throwing Quaffles in the garden, waiting impatiently for the afternoon to come – some were even dressed up as mythological harpies, with feathers all over their bodies, leaving only their faces bare and untouched. Adults were singing and sharing bottles of butterbeer or cherry wine with their neighbours over the hedges, and three hours before the match would start, the people all lined up along the main street to cheer loudly as the seven Holyhead Harpies marched down the road on their way to the arena.

As for Ginny, she walked on light feet, with a fluttering sensation spreading throughout her body, all the way from her toes to her fingertips. Nearly a month had passed since her weekend with the national team, but she had had little time to think back to it, as her undivided attention had been needed for the league and the Holyhead Harpies, who, if they could only hold it together against the Caerphilly Cataphult that afternoon, would finish the Quidditch season as British-Irish champions.

It seemed as though half of Britain had come to watch the finale and were standing by the sidewalks of the main street as Ginny and her teammates passed them. A couple of braves kids jumped out to sneak a high five from their favourite players, and a group of middleaged men raised their bottles of Firewhisky at the girls as they walked past, making rather suggestive comments that made Gwenog Jones shoot looks of thorns in their direction. Ginny smiled and waved at Keeper Heather Perrington's new girlfriend before finally spotting her own family amongst the crowd. Her mum was crying and her dad waving enthusiastically, both of them dressed from top to toe in green and gold. George and Angelina, with her giant belly, sat on the grass in front of Bill and Fleur, who had come without the girls for once; Bill looked relaxed and slightly confused, as though he couldn't quite believe that he wouldn't have to worry about Victoire having a tantrum or Dominique getting lost or hurting herself for a whole afternoon. Percy and Audrey hadn't dressed in Holyhead Harpies' colours, but wore very proper outfits that, in Ginny's opinon, made them look like they were going to an important business meeting rather than a Quidditch game. Finally, there were Harry, Hermione, and Ron, who smiled brilliantly as Ginny passed them.

As the team disappeared down the street, their supporters slowly started moving towards the arena, and Bill reached down his hand behind his father to pull another redheaded man, who had been crouching behind Mr and Mrs Weasley, to his feet.

"She's gone now," he said, and the oldest of his younger brothers grinned at him.

"I can't believe she thinks I'm not coming to this game," Charlie said. "Doesn't she know what a dedicated fan I am?"

"Of the Chudley Cannons? Yes. As you may have noticed, though, this is the Holyhead Harpies versus the Caerphilly Catapults. Not that anyone would ever think that the Cannons would make it to the finale..."

As the two eldest of the Weasley siblings continued to bicker, their family started moving along with the crowd, heading for the Quidditch pitch and the premium seats that Ginny had managed to get for them. Ron purposely lingered behind, walking a tad slower than the rest of them, so that he and Hermione got a moment of privacy even surrounded by all those people.

"Are you sure you want to stay for the game?" he asked softly.

Hermione's jaws clenched as she answered: "Yes, Ron, I'm sure. I know that my mother died, but I've been sitting at home for weeks just thinking about her. I can't do that anymore."

"I know, it's just… you don't even like Quidditch."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Didn't I go to see you and Harry play every single match at Hogwarts anyway? I do like Ginny, and this could be one of the biggest moments in her career so far."

"Okay, okay," Ron said, holding up his hands in front of him. Then, perhaps as he noticed the tense look on his wife's face, and perhaps because his eyes had just flickered past Angelina, who was walking a few feet ahead of them, he leaned in closer to Hermione, and mumbled: "How huge is Angelina's belly now? Looks like the baby could pop out any second."

Hermione looked as though she wanted to roll her eyes again, but smiled instead as she linked her arm with his. "Don't say that to her face, Ron. You do know she's got months before the baby is due, right?"

As they climbed up the steps to their seats in the top row of the Harpies' bleacher, a voice sounded out throughout the stadium:

"Welcome all, to the last Quidditch game of the season! Today, competing for the British-Irish leage title, leading team Holyhead Harpies welcome the Caerpilly Catapults in a fatal showdown, and by the end of the day, we shall know which team is truly the best this year. Remember – the Harpies only have to lose by less than 260 points to win the league, leaving the Catapults with quite a challenge ahead of them this beautiful spring day…"

Ron, Hermione and all the Weasleys had just found their seats when a formation of Quidditch players swished into the arena – Hermione counted seven, and they were all dressed in striped robes of light green and scarlet red.

"Without further ado – it's the Caerpilly Catapults, ladies and gentlemen! Levering, Zollinger, Meller, Holzworth, Culbert, Northman… aaaaand Sinkfield! The fans will be happy to see that all three Chasers are back on their feet – or should I say broomsticks – after that nasty stomach bug that knocked them out for the past three games."

One of the Chasers, a blonde with what looked like warrior facial paint under her goggles, pretended to throw up over the shoulder of the Beater flying right next to her, making the crowd laugh and cheer as the Beater, apperently believing it had been real, nearly fell off his broom in his attempt to get away from her.

"Come on people, let's hear it for our own Holyhead Harpies! You know them, of course – Potter, Turkowski, Rosenberry, Jones, Beighley, Perrington… aaaaand Katzenberger!"

A mix of emotions rushed through Harry's body as he watched the seven players in green and gold enter the stadium. Ginny was hard to miss, with her long, red ponytail fluttering as she sped up her broom, catching up with her teammates and waving as the crowd cheered loudly. Down on the ground, the referee got ready to release the Golden Snitch and the Bludgers, and Harry felt his fingers itch; even six years later, it was still strange for him to sit on the bleachers during a Quidditch game, instead of being up in the air on his Firebolt.

As much as he missed it though (and as thrilled as he had felt when Ron had suggested they'd start an interdepartmental amateur Quidditch league at work) he was, above all, so happy for Ginny. He knew the number of hours she had spent in Holyhead every day, the way she never missed her long Saturday morning runs, or how stubbornly she refused a second slice of her mother's famous apple pie after Sunday roast at the Burrow.

"Referee Kurt Pearse throws the Quaffle into the air, and wow – did you see how quick she was? Rosenberry's got the Quaffle and she's flying straight towards Northman and Caerphilly's goal hoops. She passes to Turkowski, who looks for Potter, but Potter's being closely followed by two of the Caerphilly Catapults Chasers – they know who to look out for, that's for sure! Turkowski finds Rosenberry instead, and she shoots… What a save from Northman, who instantly passes the Quaffle on to Zollinger, Meller, back to Zollinger… and, ouch, Zollinger gets hit by a Bludger! I'll bet you Gwenog Jones is looking smug up there, she's too far away for me to be able to tell though. And look at that; Potter has broken free from her opponents, Rosenberry is all alone to her left and signalling for the Quaffle, but Potter holds onto it… and she scores! 10-0 for the Holyhead Harpies!"

Harry, along with most of the crowd, jumped from his seat to cheer, and couldn't help but grin at his mother-in-law's enthusiasm as she punched the air and shouted:

"That's right, sweetheart, you show them!"

The Quaffle was once again with the Caerphilly Chasers, and Harry lifted his head to watch the Seekers. They were both soaring around some feet higher than their teammates, their eyes roaming about in search for the Golden Snitch. He was too busy staring longingly at them to pay attention to the rest of the game, and realized only thanks to Ron's cussing that Caerphilly Catapults had evened the score.

"Turkowski's got the Quaffle again… and once again, Potter is surrounded by her opponents… The Quaffle goes to Rosenberry just as Potter breaks free, and Potter catches the Quaffle beautifully and – ouch! That's got to be a free throw!"

Harry grimaced as he watched the Caerphilly Beater's bat hit Ginny right in the back of her head, sending her and her broomstick spiralling down with dangerous speed. Somehow, though, before Harry's heart had dropped down to the bottom of his stomach, she straightened her broom up, just before she hit the bottom of the bleachers opposite from where Harry and the Weasleys were sitting. Kurt Pearse blew his whistle furiously, and next to Harry, Mrs Weasley peeked out from her hands, behind which she had hidden her face the moment the wooden bat met Ginny's head.

"Oh dear," she wailed, "is she all right? Arthur?"

Mr Weasley squinted to see through his glasses, and although Harry noticed the look of concern on the older man's face, he sounded very reassuring as he responded:

"She's fine, Molly. She wouldn't have continued flying if she was hurt."

"Potter takes the free throw herself," the speaker announced. "What a nightmare for Keeper Northman! Yes indeed, he stands no chance, and Ginny Potter gives the Holyhead Harpies the lead. 20-10, ladies and gentlemen!"

The crowd burst out cheering again, and Harry grinned as Charlie jumped up and down, shouting:

"There you go, Gin, that will teach them not to mess with you!"

"Blimey, Charlie, say that a little louder and you'll ruin your surprise visit, because she'll hear you from up there. And you'll ruin the ear I've got left," said George in a playfully accusing voice while rubbing his one ear, as though his brother's strong voice had nearly ruptured the eardrum.

"Meller passes to Levering, who passes on to – no, Potter sweeps in and steals the Quaffle right under Zollinger's nose! Holzworth sends off a Bludger – that's right, stick to the actual Bludger rather than the bat, Holzworth – but Holyhead's Gabrielle Beighley stops it reaching its target and – SHE SCORES AGAIN! GINNY POTTER IS ON FIRE, AND I'M NOT TALKING ABOUT THE COLOUR OF HER HAIR!"

As the supporters started cheering again, Harry caught a glimpse of a striped figure suddenly diving towards the ground. Turning his head and stretching his neck, he realized that it was Sinkfield, Caerphilly Catapults' Seeker, and that he must have spotted the Snitch. Holyhead's Adriana Katzenberger instantly set off after him, but by all appearances, she wouldn't catch up with Sinkfield before he reached that small, glittering ball at the foot of Heather Perrington's goal posts. Harry furrowed his brows. What was Sinkfield thinking? If he caught the Snitch now, the Holyhead Harpies would still win! Perhaps Sinkfield realized the same thing, because he slowed down just as Gwenog Jones' Bludger reached him, pushing him sideways and straight into Katzenberger, who fell right off her broom. Fortunately, they were only a few feet off the ground and it wasn't a long fall, but Mrs Weasley still gasped in horror and her hands flew to her mouth.

"Ow," said the speaker, "I'm quite sure that wasn't what Jones intended to do with that Bludger – knocking her own Seeker off the broomstick, I mean! Luckily, no one appears to be hurt, but the Golden Snitch seems to have disappeared again…"

Meanwhile, the Caerphilly Catapults Chasers had successfully moved across the pitch with the Quaffle securely in their arms, avoiding both Bludgers and opponents until they reached Heather Perrington and the goal hoops. Heather nearly fell of her broomstick trying to block the left hand hoop, but still failed, and the speaker couldn't quite mask his disappointment as he announced the new score: 30-20.

"And Potter's got the Quaffle now; she passes it across the pitch to Turkowski, then Rosenberry… she scores! 40-20!" the speaker shouted, noticeably happier than before. "Northman passes to Meller, who sets off in the opposite direction."

But Meller had only made it a few feet forwards when Ginny was there again, disrupting her opponent's route and stealing back the Quaffle. She passed it to Gaylene Turkowksi, who passed it back, and Ginny was just aiming for the middle goal hoop when – bam! One of the Caerphilly Beaters, Culbert, had desperately wanted to stop her, and since neither Bludger was within reach, he had actually thrown his bat at her! The Quaffle slipped out of her hands as she was thrown into the goal post. A metallic thud echoed across the arena, and then she fell to the ground, seemingly lifeless.

Harry could have sworn his heart stopped. He stood up; he'd have to get to her… But someone put a hand on his arm and he noticed that his wife, who looked so little sprawled out on the grass like that, had started to move. Moments later, Oliver Wood and the team Healer had knelt down next to her, and as Hermione removed her hand from his arm, the sounds and sights around him started to come back to Harry.

"Foul!" shouted George furiously. "Ban him from playing again!"

"That's disgusting!" Bill agreed. "He only attacked her because he knows she's too good for them!"

"That's got to violate a whole bunch of rule, don't you reckon, Dad?" said Percy while adjusting his glasses.

Down on the grass, Oliver had pulled Ginny to her feet, and the Healer appeared to be wiping blood from her face. Although he knew that Ginny had no feelings whatsoever left for Oliver Wood, Harry couldn't help but wish that he was the one down there, looking after her.

Oliver was now picking up Ginny's broomstick, much to Mrs Weasley's shock.

"He can't expect her to get on that thing again, is he?"

"You know Ginny, Mum," said Ron. "Unless she breaks every bone in her body, she's going to finish the game."

"And Ginny Potter appears to be all right, after all! What a relief! Referee Pearse signals for two free throws, and while Potter stomps off the ground to get back in the game, Gaylene Turkowski is ready with the Quaffle. She goes right – no, left – and she scores! Textbook feint, but flawlessly performed by Turkowski who catches the Quaffle for her second free throw… and she scores again! Amazing! 60-20, with Holyhead in the lead, and… wait! Has Sinkfield spotted the Golden Snitch again?"

It was as though everything else stopped, and every eye in the arena turned towards Sinkfield and Katzenberger, who had shot up in the air; Harry caught a glimpse of something glittering several feet above the bleachers on the short end of the pitch. Sinkfield seemed determined this time, even though catching the Snitch would mean that the opposing team would win the league. He was in the lead, but Adriana Katzenberger, with her long, black plait swishing like a thick tail behind her, was perhaps even more determined, and inch by inch, she was catching up with Sinkfield.

"Excellent flying by Katzenberger, but will it be enough? Shoulder to shoulder now; Sinkfield gives her a push, but Katzenberger is strong and steady. She leans forwards and – do I dare believe my eyes? She's swept right past him, she reaches out her hand – SHE'S GOT THE SNITCH! Ladies and gentlemen, Adriana Katzenberger has ended the game – THE HOLYHEAD HARPIES WIN! LEAGUE CHAMPIONS, FOR THE FIRST TIME IN 174 YEARS!"

For the second time that afternoon, Adriana Katzenberger fell off her broom and landed on the soft grass. This time, instead of rushing to her feet to get back into the air, she rolled over and remained lying on her back, clutching the Golden Snitch in both hands and grinning from ear to ear as her teammates, one by one, landed next to her and threw themselves down next to (or on top of) her, forming a pile of green and gold, smiles and tears of joy.

It was one of those rare moments when total bliss lit up every darkened corner in Ginny's mind; she truly had no worries just then, and would have sworn with her hand across her heart, that life simply could not get any better. Gwenog Jones accidentally elbowed her in the ribs as she tried to organize a group hug, but despite having fallen on her side mere minutes before, Ginny felt no pain. Heather was crying, Gaylene was kissing the Snitch in Adriana's hand, and Gemma Rosenberry, quiet and sweet Gemma, was jumping up and down, screaming out her joy.

Somehow, despite the high number of security warlocks guarding the bleachers, people were soon rushing onto the pitch. A group of men grabbed Adriana and threw her into the air, and she laughed loudly, still clutching the Snitch to her chest. Now, little children were hugging Ginny's legs, young men were kissing her cheeks, women squeezing her hands, all of them grinning, thanking her, praising her… And then she saw them; they were impossible to miss, of course, such a large bunch of people with such flaming red hair, and that one head covered in jet black.

She rushed into Harry's open arms, and he lifted her off the ground, kissing her chin, her ears… And she grinned into his shoulder as he whispered:

"I knew it. I knew you'd win."

"Wow," said a familiar voice behind him. "Here I though she'd be happy to see me, and all she cares about is Harry…"

Ginny grinned over Harry's shoulder as Ron patted Charlie's shoulder and said:

"Yeah, I know what it's like…"

Rolling her eyes and quickly kissing her husband once more, Ginny then let go of him and skipped over to hug her brother. "You're here!" she said. "I thought you couldn't make it."

"I wouldn't be able to call myself the most dedicated Quidditch fan in the family if I missed it, would I?" replied Charlie with a shrug. "Or the best brother in the family, for that matter."

George snorted as he flung out a long arm that landed around their sister's shoulder. "So, is it the best day of your life, Gin?" he asked, and Ginny looked over at Harry, smiling widely.

"It's at least top three," she said, not breaking eye contact for a moment. Yes, she thought to herself, this, the way life was in that moment, would be a tough act to follow for whatever was to come next.

Fan-Faction story about the most loving character in books.
This is a story about a Wizarding World after the Battle of Hogwarts for Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermiony Granger and many many loved characters....

Christmas spirit was definitely thin on the ground in the Gryffindor common room that morning. Hermione had shut Crookshanks in her dormitory, but was furious with Ron for trying to kick him; Ron was still fuming about Crookshanks's fresh attempt to eat Scabbers. Harry devoted himself to examining the Firebolt, which he had brought down to the common room with him. This seemed to annoy Hermione as well; she didn't say anything, but she kept looking darkly at the broom as though it, too, had been criticising her cat. Chris just watch them and started to read the book, which Luna gave her.
The Tales of Beedle the Bard.
At lunchtime they went down to the Great Hall, to find that the house tables had been moved against the walls again and that a single table, set for twelve, stood in the middle of the room. Professors Dumbledore, McGonagall, Snape, Sprout and Flitwick were there, along with Filch, the caretaker, who had taken off his usual brown coat and was wearing a very old and rather mouldy-looking tailcoat. There were only two other students: one extremely nervous-looking first-year and a second-year Slytherin boy, Jason Fawley.
"Merry Christmas!" said Dumbledore, as Chris, Harry, Ron and Hermione approached the table. "As there are so few of us, it seemed foolish to use the house tables — sit down, sit down!"
They sat down side by side at the end of the table. Chris found a sit between Jason and Harry.
"Crackers!" said Dumbledore enthusiastically, offering the end of a large silver one to Snape, who took it reluctantly and tugged. With a bang like a gunshot, the cracker flew apart to reveal a large, pointed witch's hat topped with a stuffed vulture. Snape's mouth thinned and he pushed the hat towards Dumbledore, who swapped it for his wizard's hat at once.
"Tuck in!" he advised the table, beaming around.
As Chris was helping herself with roasted chickens, the doors of the Great Hall opened again. It was a lady, gliding towards them as though on wheels. She had put on a green sequined dress, which made her look like a glittering, oversize dragonfly.
Chris looked at Harry and Harry whispered, "Professor Trelawney."
"Sybill, this is a pleasant surprise!" said Dumbledore, standing up.
"I have been crystal-gazing, Headmaster," said Professor Trelawney, in a mistiest, most faraway voice, "and to my astonishment, I saw myself abandoning my solitary luncheon and coming to join you. Who am I to refuse the promptings of fate? I at once hastened from my tower, and I do beg you to forgive my lateness —"
"Certainly, certainly," said Dumbledore, his eyes twinkling. "Let me draw you up a chair —"
And he did indeed draw a chair in mid-air with his wand, which revolved for a few seconds before falling with a thud between Professors Snape and McGonagall. Professor Trelawney, however, did not sit down; her enormous eyes had been roving around the table, and she suddenly uttered a kind of soft scream.
"I dare not, Headmaster! If I join the table, we shall be thirteen! Nothing could be more unlucky! Never forget that when thirteen dine together, the first to rise will be the first to die!"
"We'll risk it, Sybill," said Professor McGonagall impatiently. "Do sit down, the turkey's getting stone cold."
Professor Trelawney hesitated, then lowered herself into the empty chair, eyes shut and mouth clenched tight, as though expecting a thunderbolt to hit the table. Professor McGonagall poked a large spoon into the nearest tureen.
"Tripe, Sybill?"
Professor Trelawney ignored her. Eyes open again, she looked around once more and said, "But where is dear Professor Lupin?"
"I'm afraid the poor fellow is ill again," said Dumbledore, indicating that everybody should start serving themselves. "Most unfortunate that it should happen on Christmas Day."
"But surely you already knew that, Sybill?" said Professor McGonagall, her eyebrows raised.
Professor Trelawney gave Professor McGonagall a very cold look.
"Certainly I knew, Minerva," she said quietly. "But one does not parade the fact that one is All-Knowing. I frequently act as though I am not possessed of the Inner Eye, so as not to make others nervous."
"That explains a great deal," said Professor McGonagall tartly.
Professor Trelawney's voice suddenly became a good deal less misty.
"If you must know, Minerva, I have seen that poor Professor Lupin will not be with us for very long. He seems aware, himself, that his time is short. He positively fled when I offered to crystal gaze for him —"
"Imagine that," said Professor McGonagall dryly.
"I doubt," said Dumbledore, in a cheerful but slightly raised voice, which put an end to Professor McGonagall and Professor Trelawney's conversation, "that Professor Lupin is in any immediate danger. Severus, you've made the Potion for him again?"
"Yes, Headmaster," said Snape.
"Good," said Dumbledore. "Then he should be up and about in no time — Derek, have you had any of these chipolatas? They're excellent."
The first-year boy went furiously red on being addressed directly by Dumbledore and took the platter of sausages with trembling hands.
Professor Trelawney behaved almost normally until the very end of Christmas dinner, two hours later. Full to bursting with Christmas dinner and still wearing their cracker hats, Chris got up first from the table and she shrieked loudly.
"Oh my God, dear, why you got up first? I warned you. Don't you believe my inner eye."
"Er. . . I certainly believe you, Professor." Chris answered seriously. "That's why I thought, why to endanger my friends or Professors' life."
"Very noble of you." Jason snorted, beside her.
Chris gave a fake smile to him.
"I doubt it will make much difference," said Professor McGonagall coldly, "unless a mad axe-man is waiting outside the doors to slaughter the first into the Entrance Hall."
Even Ron laughed. Professor Trelawney looked highly affronted.
"Coming?" Harry said to Hermione.
"No," Hermione muttered. "I want a quick word with Professor McGonagall."
"Probably trying to see if she can take any more classes," yawned Ron as they made their way into the Entrance Hall.
When they reached the portrait hole they found Sir Cadogan enjoying a Christmas party with a couple of monks, several previous Headmasters of Hogwarts and his fat pony. He pushed up his visor and toasted them with a flagon of mead.
"Merry – hic – Christmas! Password?"
"Scurvy cur," said Chris. "Merry Christmas Sir Cadogan."
"And the same to you, lady!" roared Sir Cadogan, as the painting swung forward to admit them.
Chris entered and sat on her previous seat to resume the reading The Tales of Beedle the Bard.
Harry brought his Firebolt and a Broomstick Servicing kit and tried to find something to do to the Firebolt. Ron just sat there watching the broom. Then the portrait hole opened, and Hermione came in, accompanied by Professor McGonagall.
Though Professor McGonagall was Head of Gryffindor house, Chris had only seen her in the common room once before, and that had been to make a very grave announcement.
Hermione walked around Harry and Ron, sat down, picked up the nearest book and hid her face behind it.
"So that's it, is it?" said Professor McGonagall beadily, walking over to the fireside and staring at the Firebolt. "Miss Granger has just informed me that you have been sent a broomstick, Potter."
Chris looked around at Hermione. She could see her forehead reddening over the top of her book, which was upside-down.
"May I?" said Professor McGonagall, but she didn't wait for an answer before pulling the Firebolt out of Harry's hands. She examined it carefully from handle to twig-ends. "Hmm. And there was no note at all, Potter? No card? No message of any kind?"
"No," said Harry blankly.
"I see. . ." said Professor McGonagall. "Well, I'm afraid I will have to take this, Potter."
"W-what?" said Harry, scrambling to his feet. "Why?"
"It will need to be checked for jinxes," said Professor McGonagall. "Of course, I'm no expert, but I daresay Madam Hooch and Professor Flitwick will strip it down —"
"Strip it down?" repeated Ron, as though Professor McGonagall was mad.
"It shouldn't take more than a few weeks," said Professor McGonagall. "You will have it back if we are sure it is jinx-free."
"There's nothing wrong with it!" said Harry, his voice shaking slightly. "Honestly, Professor —"
"You can't know that, Potter," said Professor McGonagall, quite kindly, "not until you've flown it, at any rate, and I'm afraid that is out of the question until we are certain that it has not been tampered with. I shall keep you informed."
Professor McGonagall turned on her heel and carried the Firebolt out of the portrait hole, which closed behind her. Harry stood staring after her, the tin of High-Finish Polish still clutched in his hands. Ron, however, rounded on Hermione.
"What did you go running to McGonagall for?"
Hermione threw her book aside. She was still pink in the face, but stood up and faced Ron defiantly.
"Because I thought — and Professor McGonagall agrees with me — that that broom was probably sent to Harry by Sirius Black!" Hermione looked at Chris, "What do you think, Chris?"
"Well, I think —" Chris began but Ron interrupted, "Of course she'll agree with you. You both are the same lunatic."
"Excuse me, Ron, but I don't think Harry's mother died for him so that her thirteen years old son can die on a jinxed broomstick," Chris snapped and walked out of the room.


"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.

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