Alternate universe of harry potter where James' mother never died. 
Harry Potter is owned by j.k. Rowling.

https://www.webnovel.com/book/14255426405774505/Reborn-in-Harry-Potter

At William's apartment
In this week after familiarizing to the new world William decided to start writing his first book.
After careful consideration to write a successful book of the previous world, this book has to be shocking but also has to be possible to be born in a hand of a amateur.
A book that can be appreciated by both young and old.
A book that can show his talents.
Truthfully this wasn't a very hard choice for William, because he got his choice without spending much Time.
The book he chose was a story of a orphan in his magic journey in a secret to finding who he is, where he came from and where will he go.A book Mixture of Exciting fighting, friendship, love and magic.
Anyone in previous world would have guessed what this book is. Yes it is J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter, specifically it is Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone.
In the previous world This book was first published in the United Kingdom on 26 June 1997 by Bloomsbury. It was published in the United States the following year by Scholastic Corporation under the title Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone. 
It won most of the British book awards that were judged by children and other awards in the US. The book reached the top of the New York Times list of best-selling fiction in August 1999 and stayed near the top of that list for much of 1999 and 2000. It has been translated into at least 73 other languages, and has been made into a feature-length film of the same name, as have all six of its sequels (Author note - From Wikipedia)
From this can be infered how famous this book was and will be in this world.
So he spent this week writing this novel and revising it according to this world.
After week's work he had almost finished with this work.
Tonight Nova had gone out for a walk so it was very quiet in room.william was not worried that Nova would get into a trouble because in this week he had realized that Nova is very well behaved and the Not the type that  get into trouble.
While he was thinking about the book and the later publishing issues , His mobile Started to Ring. 
William picked up the phone and loooked at the number, it was labeled as unknown number.
William picked up the call.
"Hello.... hello is this Uncle William?"
William's first thought was "Uncle?", The voice was very anxious immature and he could tell that owner was girl and at most seven year old.
"Hello..my name is William but I'm not a Uncle. Could you be calling a wrong number"
He specifically bite the word "Uncle"
"Oh..oh.. sorry but do you know a cat name nova"
"Girl who are you and how  do you know nova"
"It is you Uncle....oh. not much balance left.... Uncle Nova asked you to come to xxxxx address... hurry"
The other side hanged up the phone.
At this moment in William's mind was full of questions marks.
" What happened in the end"

Let us see how William Anderson create his own legend in a another world
Reporter A " William as the greatest writer of new generation what do you think is the difference between the Plagiarism and creation?"
William ponderd a moment and seriously said " I believe it is the difference between two worlds"
Audience "??????"

[Golden finger, No harem, Writing books,songs, United States]

Harry Potter was not a normal boy, far from it and he was reminded of it every day by his relatives, as he was in their words, 'A Freak'.

Harry did everything hoping for some recognition, hoping to please his relatives for them to treat him like something.

Our story starts on new years day when Harry was left alone when his relatives went out to a new years party, he was finished his chores early so he decided that it wouldn't hurt to try out his cousins new game console. Hours passed without him realising it and he turned around because of the door being slammed open, "BOY! What are you doing?!".

Vernon was angry, his purple face filled with rage, Harry was shocked silent. "Nothing to say for yourself Huh?!, Wait right here!." While Vernon wasnt screaming anymore, the smirk on his face told harry differently.

A mere minute later, you could hear Vernons legs stomping up the stairs.

"Vernon?" Came the sleepy voice of his aunt. "Come to bed, Its 4am".

"Not yet honey, I have a freak to discipline" He responded and walked back into the room and Harry's heart fell after seeing what his uncle was holding, A Metal Bat.

What happened next was the greatest pain Harry felt in his entire life and it lasted for about an hour, and after it ended Vernon threw the bloody mess of his nephew into the cupboard.

(The Next Morning)

Harry woke up roughly as he was in an uncomfortable position after his uncle threw him in the cupboard, as he opened his eyes a two blue screens popped up in front of him.

Initializing, Standby...
Scanning Subject... Subject Identified
Harry James Potter.

Ritual Enhancement...
Scanning... Scan Complete.
+200 Luck, Perk Gained! [The Gamer]
Perk Gained! [Lily's Protection].

Initializing Gamer Installation...
Installation Complete!
Upgrading Subject Harry Potter To Gamers Body...
Upgrade Complete!
New Perk! [Gamers Body]
New Perk! [Gamers Mind]
Uploading HUD.. Upload Complete!
Scanning Subject For Traits...
Scan Comlete!

[Inherit Abilities]
Born Wisard,
Parseltongue (Genetic Mutation),
Lightning Affinity,
Air Affinity,
Animagus.

Converting Players Attributes To Base Form.... Complete!
Available Perk Points : 5
Available Attribute Points : 25
Available Skill Points : 10

ERROR: World Tree Data Corruption..
Attempting Fix.... Fix Failed!
ERROR
Erasing, [Elemental Bending], [X Mutation], [Catch 'Em All], [VR: Sword Art], [DxD: Highschool], [NarutoVerse].
ERROR
Fix Ongoing...

Uploading Welcome Screen...
Upload Complete!
Language Selection: English
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Welcome To The Game
Harry James Potter
Please Press [Continue]
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As Harry sat upright he stared at the screen then pinched him self, confirming this wasnt a dream. Carefully, as if the screen could bite his hand off at any second he tapped continue.

-

You Have Slept In Your 'Bed?'
HP, CP and MP Have Been Fully Restored.
All Negative Status Effects Have Been Cured.
-

If anyone else saw Harry they would see him staring off into space, but Harry was actually trying to remember what happened the previous night.

As the memories eventually came to him he looked at the screen in front of him that was an awful lot like the screens he would see in Dudleys games.


Contemplating with himself, he eventually gave up and called out "Status" just hoping for something to happen. So naturally when a screen popped up he was extremely surprised.

Harry James Potter, Age: 7
Title - The Boy Who Lived
Race: Wizard
Status: Alive
Affiliation: Self
Occupation: The Gamer (Lvl. 1/8)

Level - 1 (0/50 Xp)
Hp - 1000/1000 (- 10/minute)
Mp - 500 (- 5/minute)

(Strength)Str - 5 (-3) 2
(Dexterity)Dex - 5 (-3) 2
(Vitality)Vit - 5 (-3) 2
(Endurance)End - 5 (-3) 2
(Intelligence)Int - 10
(Wisdom)Wis - 10
(Luck)Luk - 189
(Defence)Def - 5 (-3) 2
(Charisma)Cha - 5 (-10) -5

Points Available - 25
Perk Points - 5
Skill Points - 25

G0S0K0
Pound - 0

As he looked at his status he heard banging on the door, accompanied by a "Wake up freak!". As he opened the door he accidentally swiped his hand through the screen, thus dispersing it.

As he moved the stool over to the stove, a screen popped up which made him jump.

[Quest Alert!]

Breakfast Dash!
The Dursleys are hungry!
Prepare food for them, quickly!

Objective
13 Sausages
13 Bacon
12 Scrambled Eggs
10 Pieces Of Toast
1 Glass Of Apple Juice
2 Black Coffees

Side Objective
Get Cooking Skill To Level 5

Hidden Objective
?

Duration
2 Hours, 30 Minutes.

Reward
+100Xp
+10 Rep With The Dursleys
5$

Side Objective Reward
Skill Book: Heal
+100Xp
10$

Hidden Objective Reward
?
?
?

Failure
Beaten With A Bat.
Locked Away With No Food For The Week.
-100 Rep With The Dursleys.


Harry just looked at the screen and decided it was best to do as it said, especially with the failure option of that.

As he was cooking he accidentally burnt the toast and it looked as if it was turned into data and it disappeared, as he saw that he started freaking out only to notice it was back to where it was before he started cooking it and wondered what happened and continued cooking, a few minutes later he got a new skill popped up.


[Skill Gained!]

(Passive) Cooking
Level - 1
Anyone Can Cook!
Well... Most Can! And That Include You!
This Represents Your Ability To Cook Good Food!

15% Chance To Not Burn Your Food
55% Ingredients Wasted
Food Is Cooked 5% Faster

As he read his new skill he got a little pissed, he was doing this all his life only for it all to be reset in one night, after a few minutes of glaring he finally sighed and started cooking again and two hours later he had finished cooking and gained 7 levels on his cooking skill, he had 30 minutes left so he decided make some toast for himself.

A few minutes later he walked to the table, dodging Dudleys leg, and gave them all their food.

[You Have Completed A Quest!]

Breakfast Dash!
The Dursleys Are Hungry!
Make Food For Them Quickly!

Objective (Complete!)
13 Sausages
13 Bacon
12 Scrambled Eggs
10 Pieces Of Toast
1 Glass Of Apple Juice
2 Black Coffees

Side Objective (Complete!)
Get Cooking Skill To Level 5

Hidden Objective (Complete!)
Make Yourself Food

Objective Reward
+100Xp
+10 Rep With The Dursleys
5$

Side Objective Reward
Skill Book: Heal
+100Xp
10$

Hidden Objective Reward
10 Levels To [Cooking] Skill
Skill Book: Observe
500Xp
20$
-
Level Up 1-4
-

"Boy!, Ms. Figgs is too sick to mind you today, so we want you to do your chores, then out of the house" Vernon started off. Harry didn't bother answering he just turned and left, As Harry sat in his cupboard he started wondering what it would be like to have not stayed with the Dursleys, only to be knocked out of his musings by a *Ping!*

[Quest Alert!]

Run, Bitch, Run!
You Are Sick And Tired Of The Dursleys, So You Decided To Run Away!

Objective
Run Away From The Dursleys

Side Objective
Steal Anything Useful

Hidden Objective
?

Failure
Death

Y/N
-

As Harry saw that he froze, wondering why he didnt think of that before. As he looked at the screen he carefully brought his hand over to the screen and pressed on Yes. Once the screen popped away it left Harry realising what type of quest he accepted, I mean the failure is DEATH!

A few minutes later Harry heard the front door slam shut which he knew was their way of saying 'Get To Work!', As he crawled out of his closet he quickly went to the fridge and took out all the food that didnt need to be cooked (Bread, Cake, Milk, E.c.t) and came to a problem, he couldn't carry all of it.

As he started brainstorming he remembered that in Might and Magic 2, characters had an inventory that could hold their items. As he called out "Inventory" a screen popped up with him on the right and his clothes in little slots beside his character, on his left was lots of boxes with three boxes occupied, as he looked at the occupied boxes he recognised the three of them as a photo and two books.

He quickly grabbed the picture from his inventory and saw it was a grown man and a grown woman waving at him with a baby in between them, he stared at the picture and saw a water drop fall on it, making it damp and realised he was crying. He quickly wiped his tears away and stood up, he then put the picture back into his inventory, along with all the food he had.

He stood up and took out the two books from his inventory and as he brought them out two screens popped up.

-
Would You Like To Learn [Heal]?

Y/N
-

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Would You Like To Learn [Observe]?

Y/N
-

As Harry tapped Yes on both of them new screens popped up.

-

(Active) [Heal] Lvl. 1
A Basic Utility Spell For Anyone Wanting To Learn Healing.

100MP Per 100HP
500MP Per Status Effect
-

-
(Active) [Ovserve] Lvl. 1
This Skill Alows User To See Targets Information.
It's Current Level Only Allows User To See Max Hp And Mp

1MP Per Use
-

Harry quickly grabbed all the money in Dudleys money box and all the money in his Aunt and Uncles Drawers. He then ran out of the house into a forest only for a screen to pop up.



You Have Entered An Instant Dungeon!

Dungeons are places where reality shifts and the only people that should be there are you and the enemy.

There are many kind of dungeons but this one is called a field dungeon.
No deep dark caves or mighty towers for you to explore, just the beautiful land before you.
-

[Quest Alert!]

Dungeons 101
You've entered your first dungeon!
Escape with your life!

Objective
Defeat All Mobs
Defeat The Boss

Rewards
Experience
?
?
-

Harry Has Been Beaten For The Last Time, He Has Been Enabled A Power By His Parents Blessings And Now Has Them Helping Him Along The Way.
He Can Now Use Powers Randomly Selected From Other Worlds.

[Game Start!]

(I dont own any pictures or Harry Potter, I will probably use some other fanfiction Ideas bc I'm unoriginal.)

(Also Note: This Is Heavily Based Off Of Other Harry Potter fan fictions I Think Are
 Good So Call me a copy if you want I will just say that it's TRUE)

(Also Also Note: This May be Based off Other Fanfictions But It Has My Own Twist on it at points soooooo Yea F Off)

Ricky was sitting alone in a window on one of the upper floors of the building in a hallway with no noisy portraits and rarely had ghosts as visitors. He was trying to decipher, The Power of Darkness and Shadows with limited amounts of success.

There wasn't much that was helpful in these books. In fact, he thought he might need to find a book on how to invent spells and a book on core Dark Arts theory, two subjects that seemed dangerous enough on their own but even by Ricky's standards, it sounded stupidly dangerous to combine them together.
He sighed and closed the book. He nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw Andromeda sitting on the same ledge as him.

Her lips curled at his reactions.

He blinked in confusion for a few seconds before saying, "Hi, I didn't hear you arrive."

"I'm good at slithering around," she said smoothly, her deep voice made the words both more sinister and yet more inviting.
Pretty sure she was joking, Ricky rolled his eyes, and said, "Ha ha."

She grinned, "You have a spine, Potter, I like that about you." And before Ricky could think up a response she had accioed his book into her hands.

Even his reflects couldn't catch the book in time.

Her eyebrows shot up at the title. There were a few heartbeats of silence before she asked,

 "Why?"

Not 'what is a Ravenclaw or a Potter doing with a Dark Arts book,' just 'why.'

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," Ricky said.

"Try me."

"It's a secret."

"I already have one of your secrets now, Ricky, unless you want me to tell your cousin or Ted what you're doing in your free time," she threatened, though her tone was light, almost playful.

"You don't know what I am doing and if you tell them I can just say I found it and got curious."

She tapped her fingers on the book, "Terry might not care about it but Sirius and James would freak if they found you with this."

Ricky debated telling her what he knew. He realized then that as a Black in Slytherin, Andromeda might be a trove of information.

He supposed he really did need to tell someone about Voldemort. But how would he explain knowing about the Dark Lord before anyone else?

And then Harry realized that there was nothing stopping him from telling his own story.

The best lie was always the truth.

"My mother was a witch, specifically a pure blood and she was murdered by a dark wizard," Ricky said gravely.

Andromeda's face lost all traces of humour.

"How old were you?"

"A little of a year old."

"And you can remember that far back?"

"I remember my mother screaming as well as a man gloating and laughing at her. Greenlight and red eyes followed by more green light and pain."

"And you're trying to figure out who he is from reading old books?" she asked suspiciously.
Ricky shook his head, "No, I know who he is, or at least what he calls himself. He was talking in the third person."

"Who was it then?" she asked.

"Lord Voldemort."

Andromeda stared at him, "Lord is a rather controversial title in the wizarding world, Harry. All the Pureblood families were stripped of having a 'Lord' a couple decades ago."

Ricky narrowed his eyes at her, "You've heard of him."

"Only rumours, whispers," she said. "But why are you looking through old books then? You think you can take on a new dark lord with the Dark Arts."

Ricky shuddered at the idea, "No, but-" he traced the scar on the side of his head, revealing his odd yet jagged scar, "but I want to know what he did to me."

She peered at the scar and leaned forward. Andromeda reached out a hesitant hand and when Ricky didn't stop her, she ran a finger across the scar.

He held his breath and tried not to think of what it felt for this beautiful woman to touch his scar.

"It's a curse scar," she said, sounding a little awed. "I can't imagine any curse that a baby would survive. Does it have any side effects?"

"A few," Ricky said, trying not to move. "Pain mostly."

"Do you remember the incantation?"

Andromeda asked, meeting Ricky's gaze.
He whispered his answer, "Avada Kedavra."

She whipped back from him, "That isn't possible."

"It's what I remember."

"No," she said firmly, "you don't understand. It is an impossibility, no one, Ricky, no one has ever survived the Killing Curse."

"I did."

She shook her head, her hair spilling in waves over her shoulders. She stood up and pressed the book back into Ricky's arms. "What you're telling me is impossible."

Harry caught her wrist, "It wasn't just the Killing Curse, he did something else."

"What are you talking about? The Killing Curse doesn't mix with anything else, its purpose is to kill, no trace, no pain, no sound, just one moment alive and the next dead.

"Rickyy, it is an Unforgivable, you can be sentenced to a lifetime in Azkaban for life if anyone finds out the spell was cast with intent against another human being, magical or otherwise. Whoever this Lord Voldemort is, you need to stay away from him. Let the adults know about it, they'll take care of it."

"Like the adults take care of your family?" He asked.

Andromeda tore away from Ricky's grasp, he let go admittedly. "You don't know anything about my family."

"I can't trust anyone to take care of the Dark Lord for me, Andromeda, I can't even afford for him to know I know about him. If I go blabbing to adults I will lose my advantage."

"Advantage?" she asked in disbelief. "Perhaps you are as arrogant as James Potter after all."
She made to leave but Harry stepped in front of her, careful not to brush against her or reach for his wand, seeing as she was already reaching for hers. "I know it sounds conceited but I don't think this is the battle that will come down to a duel. I think- that is I suspect-"

"You suspect what?" she snapped.

"I think he was going to use my death as an ingredient in another spell and for some reason it backfired."

"So you want to know what spell he used," she stated, still hedging around him.

"Not exactly," Ricky said.

"Then what exactly? Do you want to know why it backfired? If it was the Killing Curse than I don't have a clue where you should start looking, there has never been a survivor. If I had to guess it was something your mother did, but she's dead, so your chances of finding that answer should be considered null and void." She pushed past him.

He called to her, "He's after your sister."

She froze and turned eyes on him that were so cold they seemed to burn. Who knew brown could be such a cold color? "Which sister?"

"All three of you, I'd imagine," he said evenly,

"But Bellatrix is now outside the protective reach of Dumbledore."

"You think Albus Dumbledore would help a Black?" she asked harshly.

"I know Voldemort is afraid of the old man. And to answer your earlier question, I want to find out how to find and destroy the curse he intended to use me in. I don't think I was the first."

"You don't, do you?" she asked caustically.

"Haven't you noticed the disappearances?" He asked.

She lifted her chin, "You have ten seconds to make your point, Potter."

"In the newspapers, the odd deaths, people not showing up to work, mostly muggle borns or powerful people with no heirs."

"Seven, six," she counted down.

"He wants to make himself immortal.

Voldemort is trying to rule the world."

Andromeda stilled, "And how does he plan to accomplish that?"

"By destroying it," Ricky answered.

After they're in depth talk both Andromeda and Ricky retired for the night, the next day when they filed in for DADA Ricky's mood drastically dropped.

What is it with DADA professors? Ricky asked himself as Professor Bartley called him to the front of the class for a dueling demonstration.
"Who can tell me what the Imperious Curse is?"

Ricky gave the man such a look, "You have to be joking."

"It was a simple question," the professor said blithely, "Yes, Mis-"

"It's illegal, you can't use it on me," he interrupted.

"Who said I was going to use it on you, Mr. Potter?"

Ricky glared at him, and some of the other students giggled.

Professor Bartley broke first, saying, "I have Dumbledore's permission to demonstrate the Imperius curse as it is the only one out of the three Unforgivables that can be resisted, if you have the will to do so."

The giggling in the room ceased, clearly, no one had actually thought a professor would hurt them. They so weren't from Ricky's generation.

Terry stood up, "I'll volunteer, if Ricky doesn't want to then I can."

Ricky smiled at his friend, but shook his head, "Its okay, Terry. I can man-"

"Sit down, Mr. Greengrass. Twenty points from Ravenclaw for speaking out of turn."

The other Ravenclaws and Andromeda frowned at the professor, but Terry did as asked. The rest of the students watched on silently. Ricky was not surprised that James and Sirius said nothing, but he was still a bit hurt that they didn't raise any form of protest.

"Now, Miss Goldstein, can you answer my question."

"The Imperious Curse puts people under your will, and you can make them do anything, anything at all," she answered.

"Yes, twenty points to Ravenclaw. As I said before, the curse can be resisted. Mr. Potter is going to show us how an imperious curse can do doing a duel-"

Ricky tuned him out for a moment, thinking how it odd that this person sounded more like Crouch than Moody, which is when he remembered that Crouch was currently a first year.

This spell-happy bugger had taught them both, one more than the other, but he had clearly left an impression on Crouch. But was this guy really showing this demonstration to the first years?

He was really beginning to hate DADA as a class if not a subject.

"Are you ready, Potter?" he asked with as much disdain as Professor Snape had ever used on him.

"So you want me to attack you while you use the Imperius on me?"

He sneered, "I would like you to try."

Ricky sighed, and raised his wand. This wasn't going to help him stay unnoticed, in fact, this might cause as many rumours as being the Boy Who Lived or He Who Should Not-Be Named had.

The Professor raised his wand and it was all Harry could do to keep from trying to run, because when someone intends to hit you with an Unforgivable that's what you do, run.
A memory of a graveyard swept through his mind.

"Imperio."

Point your wand at your own head and-
Ricky shoved the voice out of his thoughts, like shrugging off reading the ingredients on a can of soda, and bellowed, "Stupify!"

Professor Bartley dropped like a plank.

Most of the students were slack jawed at this point.

Shite, Ricky cursed in his head. What do I do now? He waited a minute for someone to come to the professor's aid. They just stared at him.

He sighed and said, "Rennervate," followed immediately by, "Protago!"

Light exploded against his shield as Bartley rose from the ground slinging spells. None of them got through Ricky's shield charm. After a minute of this Ricky, stepped to the side and let his shield as he cast, "Expelliarmus!"

The professor's wand went flying and Ricky caught it with his free hand. Again, the room was rendered silent.

James was stunned. Ricky wasn't just good at DADA, he was the best he had ever seen. He had just beat the professor, not once, but twice, in less than five minutes. He had managed to stupify and disarm the seasoned Auror.

Did the Imperious even slow him for a moment?

James looked around, Sirius' eyes were fixed on Ricky as if he were studying his every breath, but Moony met his gaze. His face showed clearly that he was not just shocked but a bit fearful.

James glanced at the rest of the room. the Slytherins were looking at Ricky much the same way Sirius was and the rest of them looked as shocked as James felt.

Terry Greengrass began clapping. Lily stood up and clapped, the rest of the class followed their lead. James felt himself clapping too, he couldn't not clap, not for his own cousin.
 Wormtail didn't clap, but he had always been a bit thick in the head.

"Give me back my wand, Potter," the professor snarled.

Ricky tossed it back to him, looking ready to throw up another shield charm.

"Detention for taking a professors wand," he said as the room sat back down.

"That isn't fair!" Terry and Lily protested in unison.

James felt something twist in his gut that Lily was defending his look alike. Though he supposed it was better than supporting Snivellus.

Ricky only nodded and went for the exit, the professor didn't stop him, and the other two Ravenclaws followed him out.

Loyal to the end. James wondered if he would ever feel that loyal towards him. Ricky who was turning into more of a mystery by the day.
No muggle raised, self taught wizard knew how to fight like.

Perhaps Wormtail was right not to like him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

THESNAKE-HAIREDLADIES WEREstarting to annoy Percy.
They should have died three days ago when he dropped a crate of bowling balls on them at the Napa Bargain Mart. They should have died two
days ago when he ran over them with a police car in Martinez. They definitely should have died this morning when he cut off their heads in Tilden
Park.
No matter how many times Percy killed them and watched them crumble to powder, they just kept re-forming like large evil dust bunnies. He
couldn’t even seem to outrun them.
He reached the top of the hill and caught his breath. How long since he’d last killed them? Maybe two hours. They never seemed to stay dead
longer than that.
The past few days, he’d hardly slept. He’d eaten whatever he could scrounge—vending machine gummi bears, stale bagels, even a Jack in the
Crack burrito, which was a new personal low. His clothes were torn, burned, and splattered with monster slime.
He’d only survived this long because the two snake-haired-ladies—gorgons, they called themselves—couldn’t seem to kill him either. Their
claws didn’t cut his skin. Their teeth broke whenever they tried to bite him. But Percy couldn’t keep going much longer. Soon he’d collapse from
exhaustion, and then—as hard as he was to kill, he was pretty sure the gorgons would find a way.
Where to run?
He scanned his surroundings. Under different circumstances, he might’ve enjoyed the view. To his left, golden hills rolled inland, dotted with
lakes, woods, and a few herds of cows. To his right, the flatlands of Berkeley and Oakland marched west—a vast checkerboard of neighborhoods,
with several million people who probably did not want their morning interrupted by two monsters and a filthy demigod.
Farther west, San Francisco Bay glittered under a silvery haze. Past that, a wall of fog had swallowed most of San Francisco, leaving just the
tops of skyscrapers and the towers of the GoldenGate Bridge.
A vague sadness weighed on Percy’s chest. Something told him he’d been to San Francisco before. The city had some connection to
Annabeth—the only person he could remember from his past. His memory of her was frustratingly dim. The wolf had promised he would see her
again and regain his memory—if he succeeded in his journey.
Should he try to cross the bay?
It was tempting. He could feel the power of the ocean just over the horizon. Water always revived him. Salt water was the best. He’d discovered
that two days ago when he had strangled a sea monster in the Carquinez Strait. If he could reach the bay, he might be able to make a last stand.
Maybe he could even drown the gorgons. But the shore was at least two miles away. He’d have to cross an entire city.
He hesitated for another reason. The she-wolf Lupa had taught him to sharpen his senses—to trust the instincts that had been guiding him
south. His homing radar was tingling like crazy now. The end of his journey was close—almost right under his feet. But how could that be? There
was nothing on the hilltop.
The wind changed. Percy caught the sour scent of reptile. A hundred yards down the slope, something rustled through the woods—snapping
branches, crunching leaves, hissing.
Gorgons.
For the millionth time, Percy wished their noses weren’t so good. They had always said they could smell him because he was a demigod—the
half-blood son of some old Roman god. Percy had tried rolling in mud, splashing through creeks, even keeping air-freshener sticks in his pockets
so he’d have that new car smell; but apparently demigod stink was hard to mask.
He scrambled to the west side of the summit. It was too steep to descend. The slope plummeted eighty feet, straight to the roof of an apartment
complex built into the hillside. Fifty feet below that, a highway emerged from the hill’s base and wound its way toward Berkeley.
Great. No other way off the hill.

Two years had passed since we last saw little Harry Potter become a servant of his extended family. Being said servant gave Harry little happiness in life, especially if he failed in a task that his "family" gave him. At first it was small things, smaller helpings at meals, no going to the library, things like that. But slowly, the punishments got worse. At one point, they burned all of Harry's robes, saying they will not tolerate such freakyness in their presence. Luckily, Harry was able to save the moon pendant his mother had given him before he left. The worse punishment however, was a beating. Somehow, the elder Dursleys knew of ways to lessen the damage, but increase the pain that they inflicted on poor Harry. He still had scars, but not as many as he would have had if they had not treated him. Unkown to him, someone was looking for him...

Luckily today Harry had managed to complete his chores and make it to the library without incident. "Hm, what do I want to read today?" He asked himself. Harry had read almost the entire library in his short stay at Little Whining. This included topics such as meditation, history, even a bit of biology. He hadn't studied further, as he knew that the wizarding world had surpassed the muggles after this point. But today, Harry felt was different since the moment he had woken up.

And so, Harry set out in search of anything that would strike up his interest. He wandered for well over an hour, not realizing that he had made his way into an older part of the library. You... come... closer. A voice flowed in the dusty air. Harry looked around for the owner of the voice, but could find no such person near him. Go... forward to... the wall. The voice said. Harry, knowing that magic worked in strange ways, approached the bookshelf that was on the wall.

As he scanned the shelf, a book fell from the very top onto his head. "Ouuuuch." Harry said, gripping his head. Take it... The voice groaned. As soon as Harry grabbed the book, a small jolt of pain wentout through his hand. You are... accepted. The voice said, clearer, and more defined. Harry scanned the book, looking for any sign of a title, or anything to show that this was a library book.

The book itself was a dark green, with black buckles on the binding. It was quite large, being nearly five hundred pages. There was no library check out card on the inside, nor was there a paper identification number on the side. There was no title either, only an emblem on the front. The emblem itself was a strange sight to behold. It was a black circle, with a grand oak tree inside. But on the tree were spikes, jutting out of the wood.

Leave with it... The voice said again. "Who's there?" Harry asked. No answer. Deciding to take the book, making it a journal for Harry, he quickly slid past the librarian, and made his way to his relatives house. "Boy, start helping with dinner." Came his Uncles voice from the living room. "Yes Uncle." Harry said, before putting the book in his room and washing his hands.

Two hours later, after preparing, eating, and cleaning up, Harry sat in his room, dismissed for the night. "Now, lets start my journal." Harry said aloud. September 3, 1987. Harry wrote. After he finished, the words he had written faded away before something that shocked young Harry came back. Is it really? The book replied.

Harry yelped and threw the book off him, landing right-side-up on the floor next to his matress. That was very rude young man. The book wrote. Harry slowly grabbed the book and put it back in his lap. What are you? Harry asked. A remnant of a man, or maybe, all there ever was. The book replied cryptically. What is a remnant? Harry asked.

Don't they teach you kids anything anymore? The book asked rhetorically. Uh, a remnant is a soul that has been magically anchored to a place or object until what they have been required to do has been fulfilled. The book explained. I'm sorry, I was sent away from my parents to live with my muggle relatives. Harry said. What is a muggle? The book asked. A muggle is someone who doesn't have magic. Harry explained. He thought it strange that a person who was magically connected to a book wouldn't know what a muggle is.

Ah, I guess that is what you call the commonfolk. Let me explain more before you ask to many questions. The book said. I am from a time much different than yours. I lived, roughly 1500 years ago, the time when muggles, as you put it, started to worship their god, known as, god. Because of a demi-god, who tried to achieve godhood, and use magic for himself and only himself, he stated that all magic users who were not of the "church" should be killed. A slytherin until the end. This caused many problems for us gifted folk. so many of what was will probably no longer be, this gives you a very rare opportunity. I will explain that later. Do you know what Gringotts is? The book suddenly asked.

Its the main bank of Wizarding Europe and part of Africa and Asia. Harry responded. for those of you wonderibg, Harry had learned some of what was required of the heir of a house, as he was, until he was cast away. Good. Now, I was the last of my family, the Thornwood family. That enblem is ours. I made a deal with Gringotts, enabling my family vault to stay dormant, taking in interest for 3000 years after my death, if I can find a person I could magically adopt into the family. The book explained.

Harry sat for a moment, processing everything that he had learned. After a few minutes, Harry had a relevation. That is why your soul is anchored. And why I found it. Harry wrote. Excellent deduction. Yes, this book has a spell on it that will awaken my spirit, and slowly port the book to where the one that matches the spells specifications. You, dear boy, have been chosen, to revive the Thornwood family. The book explained.

Why was I chosen? Harry asked. You would do well in slytherin or ravenclaw. That mixed with your power and curiosity fit the general personality of my family. That, and we all for some reason we get a different quirk. The book explained. Now before I tell you anything else, you must inform me of your life. The book stated. For the next half hour, Harry wrote out his entire life, starting from when he was born, to how his father turned cold, and his mother was busy with the children-who-lived, to finally becoming a servant of his relatives.

I am sorry for your life Hadrian. I must say though, your mother did seem to love you. When you meet again, and you will, try to form some bond with her, that is, if she hasnt let fame go to her head. Same goes with your siblings. The rest of your family, on the other hand, I must say need a good kick in the backside.

A man in a dark trenchcoat with scars on his face appeared near the library...

Alright, it is time i told you more about myself, and your future. From what i can tell, you will either be stripped of your title as heir to the potter clan, or you already have. That being said I can only offer you the chance to change your life. You must somehow get to Gringotts and show the goblins this book. It is the Grimoire of the Thornwood clan. This book is priceless, and has been bound to you since you first touched it. It will change once you take the blood adoption ritual. Now, as your ancestor, I guess you can say, I will be- "Boy! Come down here." The book said before Vernon interupted.

As Harry made his way down the stairs, he noticed that his Uncle was standing in the front doorway, having said door open, and a slightly familiar man was standing outside. "Boy, do you know this man?" Vernon asked rudely. Harry quietly studied the man. he was slightly taller than average, having a thin mustache and was on the verge of having a goatee. He worn an old worn-out trenchcoat with khaki pants and loafer styled shoes. His most prominent feature were the three scars that ran down his face.

"Uncle... Moony?" Harry asked slowly. The man gave a wolfish smile before laughing. "Haha, its good to see you cub!" He said before hugging Harry. "So you do know this... man?" Vernon asked impatiently. "Yes Uncle Vernon." Harry said, quietly. "Good. Grab your belongings, your leaving with him. And don't you dare come back with your freakyness!" Vernon said before going back to his room.

"Alright Harry, get your things, you are leaving with me." Remus said aloud. Harry ran upstairs, and grabbed only a few things. A picture of his mother, the moon pendant she had given him, and the journal, containing his friend. After coming back down, Remus gave him a concerned look. "Harry, where is your trunk and robes?" He asked. Harrt suddenly looked down at his shoes. "they burned them." He whispered. "What did you say?" Remus said, making sure that he heard his honorary nephew correctly. "They burned them. They gave me clothes that Dudley had out grown to wear." Harry said louder.

Remus's normal hazel eyes flashed amber for a moment until he reigned in his temper, noticing Harry had been frightened. "I am not upset with you cub, I am upset with your relatives." Remus said calmly. "They don't have to be my relatives." Harry said as they walked down the road. "Pardon?" Remus said, catching only a bit of the statement. "Nothing." Harry said quickly. "No what did you say?" Remus asked. "Can we talk about this later?" Harry asked. "Fine, but we will talk later." Remus said before offering his hand to Harry's. "Grab hold, and hold on, this is going to be uncomfortable." Renus said with a happy smile. Harry, not knowing what to expect, grabbed on to Remus's legs tightly. "Hold on" he said with a chuckle before they apparated to the alley across from the Leaky Cauldron.

"Hello Tom." Remus said as he ushered Harry to their room. "Now what is this about the Dursleys not having to be your relatives?" Remus asked. "Um, well, I um..." Harry started, trying to find the right words as to not get his opportunity of a better life taken away. "It's okay Harry, you can tell me, I wont be mad." Remus said. "You promise?" Harry asked. Remus nodded with a smile, having truly forgotten that Harry was just a seven year old. "Pinky promise." Remus said, holding out his pinky.

"I am, um, have been, given the chance at being blood adopted." Harry said. "Are you thinking about it. And who gave you this offer?" Remus asked, concerned for his nephew. "He hasn't told me his name, but he said he's what's known as a remnant." Harry said. This made Remus relax a bit. Remnants weren't exactly dark creatures, but creatures in general were Remus's forte.

"Did he say what his family name is?" Remus asked. "He said the Thornwood family." Harry said. Remus's eyes widened at this. The Thornwood family had been dormant for nearly 1500 years. "Why are you thinking of accepting his offer?" Remus asked. "He told me that I probably would be stripped of my title as heir of the potter clan." Harry said before yawning

"It seems that you are ready for bed. We do have a busy day tomorrow after all." Remus said before transfiguring Harry's clothes into sleep wear. "We'll finish this talk in the morning." Remus said, before putting harry in the bed beside him. There was much to talk about indeed

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

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

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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