Rebooted as "Harry Potter Transmigration"


An 18 years old boy has just finished reading what he found as the most annoying series of books ever: the Harry Potter Series. There were two reasons for his annoyance with the series.

One: our MC was also named Harry Potter and he was greatly teased by it.

Two: the main characters in the books were seriously underdeveloped.

"I mean come on, an average guy defeats the most powerful evil wizard alive? Who are you kidding?"

P.S. I do not own Harry Potter. This is purely fan-fiction.

The next morning in the Arkhases british manor.

I'ts the day that they decided to go to the Diagon Alley to buy all the school supplies for the school year, it's a brightful day without cloud at sight and the temperature is quite hot and promise to be even hotter in the afternoon, a good day to doing shopping.

The countryside where the manor is located is near of London where the Diagon Alley is located, the entry of the Diagon Alley behind a pub called the "Leaky Cauldron", a popular wizarding pub, it was built by Daisy Dodderidge in the early 1500s, it serve as a gateway between the wizarding world and the muggle world since then. The Diagon Alley is widely known and not only in Britain but also in Europe even if almost every country has something like the Diagon Alley for buying wizarding furnitures. The Diagon Alley is one of the biggest wizrding shop place in the world and the biggest in Europe, just ahead the Place Cachée in Paris in France.

"Do we need to go to Gringotts" asked Alexandre to his parents.

"It's not necessary, we keep enough galleon with us to buy half of the Diagon Alley so we don't need to go to these ugly little creatures, they are so arrogant and only love gold, I'm not their biggest fan, but I still respect them and don't have racis thoughts them" answered Jonathan while smiling, then a slight frown came to cover his handsome visage when he said the last part.

"Great, I didn't heard a lot of good on them and I don't really want to go to this bank."

"Even if don't really like them, I still like and highly respect Filius Flitwick, he is half-goblin and he is a very strong wizard, probably one of the strongest of the world, he is a Charm master and won many times the Dueling Championship and is still called Duelling Champion, he will be your Charm teacher at Hogwarts and he is the head of Ravenclaw house, I'm sure you will like him, he is a formidable teacher and very tolerant person and very protective of his students, be nice with him, show some talent and maybe he will teach you the art of Duelling, if one day he proposes to you to learn it, accept immediately, no one can teach how duelling better than him." Said Jonathan with a serious tone in his voice where a deep admiration could be heard. 

"We will go for the Diagon Alley, we will apparate in front of the Leaky Cauldron, don't forget to cast an invisibility charm before, it will spare some muggles to wet themselves if they saw us appear in front of them from the thin air without any notice" said Marcus with a smile.

"Alexandre, take the hand of Jonathan, Aurore the one of your father and Yoruichi, take the mine" said Elena.

The three childrens, as said, took the hand of the three adults, ready to go make some shopping in the Diagon Alley.

"Invisibilis" said the three adults and they, along with the childrens became invisible like if nobody was here and they soon apparated from the manor to the Leaky Caudron.

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It was said in the books and in the movies that apparating was very uncompfortable when you are new at this, this is very true, it's a very weird feeling, I don't know how describe it but it makes me sick. We apparated in front of the Leaky Cauldron, after verified that nobody was here, mom, dad and uncle uncasted the invisibility charm.

We soon entered in the pub and I must say that it's look like in the movies but way bigger, it's old, dusty, it's like a old tavern you would see in movies in medieval times. The pub was filled with a lot of wizards and witches and of course magic was everywhere, chairs were flying, glass washing themselves. Without losing any times, we walked towards the exit of the pub and soon reached a small, walled courtyard. We reached a brick wall, dad took his wand and tapped on some bricks with it, sonn the briks started to moove and the wall slowly disapeared to let us enter in the Diagon Alley.

I'm finaly in the Diagon Alley, on of the most famous place in the Harry Potter world, filled with as famous shops, it's a magnificent sight, it's a quite narrow paved street filled with shops on the right and on the left, it's also very crowded and we can only trample on the paved ground. It's probably with stars stars in the eyes that I, with my family, slowly make my way in this famous and magic street, I turn my head in every way to try to catch the sight of everything, almost affraid to miss some of this magnificent sight. Now I can said "I'm in the Harry Potter world", of course I already started to learn magic but we can't said that we are in the Harry Potter world before going in the Diagon Alley or Hogwarts, the two emblematic places are the unavoidable place of this world for every fans of the saga Harry Potter, and it's with joy, euphoria and delight that I slowly stepp on this mythic street, the Legendary Diagon Alley.

We started by buying quills and ink in the shop called "Amanuensis Quills" then we went in one of the most famous shop for every Harry Potter fans, the shop called "Madam Malkin's Robes For All Occasions" to buy our school uniforms, I also passed an order for a dress robe, exactly the same that Alone wears when he is possessed by Hades in Saint Seiya The Lost Canvas, my looks are extremely similars to him, except my eyes, they are way more beautiful and magic, it's not like I want to brag but I often find Yoruichi lost while staring at them, even Daphne is sometimes blushing when she looks at my eyes, it must be said that their colour is quite unnatural.

We were ready to go to the next shop when someone bumped into me, when I noticed who bumped into me, a slight smil appeared on my face.

When Henry Marth, a rich, handsome and playboy but lazy young adult save a strange black cat at the cost of his legs and his handsome face he lost everything, his friends, his girlfriend, even the love from his parents, he finally saw how superficial everything in his life was and ultimately sinked in depression. Only movies, tv shows, mangas, novels and his now only little companion at four legs made his life supportable until the day of his house burnt with him inside, but it's not the end of his journey, no, it's just the beginning.

I don't own Harry Potter nor Bleach and the cover isn't mine either.

English isn't my native language so there will be errors.


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"Nine and three  quarters!" a small red headed girl shouted quickly gaining Harry and Felix's attention. The two had been glued at the same spot for a while since they couldn't find that platform. But hearing its name, the two intently glanced at the group of people which was unremarkably  similar to Harry in terms of their luggage. All of them had carts full of big trunks and bird prisons. They all had red flaming red hair. A plump woman was accompanying her 5 children, all remarkably similar. 

"Mom, can't I go…?" the little girl asked.

"Not yet Ginny, you are not old enough." The woman answered. "All right Percy, you go first."

The oldest boy marched towards the platform nine and ten. Harry and Felix watched carefully but unfortunately their vision was blocked off by a passing group of people.

"Fred , you next." The plump woman said.

"I'm not Fred, I'm George" The boy said. "Honestly, woman, you call yourself your mother? Can't you tell I'm George?"

"Sorry, George, dear."

"Just kidding. I am Fred." The boy said and went off. Felix couldn't help but chuckle lightly. He found this bunch of people very interesting. He then looked at Harry and Harry returned his gaze. They both nodded together and walked towards the woman.

The woman guided them very kindly to walk straight at the barrier between platforms 9 & 10. The two followed the instruction and walked through the barrier and magically found themselves standing before a scarlet steam engine. They were surprised at the sudden appearance of the train and looked around. They found a plaque on which was written: Platform 9¾. They were duly surprised and glad that they made it to the platform. 

As they looked around, they found numerous people, and many children of their age talking joyously with parents and each other. There were numerous cats and owls and heavy trunks could be seen everywhere.

Harry and Felix pushed Harry's cart and found an empty compartment near the end of the train. Harry put his owl: Hedwig inside first and then started to shove his trunk towards the train. Felix should have climbed up first to pull it up from the stairs but before he could suggest it, a red haired tall boy appeared.

"Want a hand?" He asked.

"Yes please." Harry replied and realized that the boy bfore them was one of the twin sons of that plump woman who had guided them earlier.

"Thanks," Harry said as they reached inside and his trunk was tucked away in a corner of the compartment.

"Your welcome." The boy said and then suddenly asked, "What's that?" He pointed towards the scar on Harry's forehead.

"Blimey!" Said the other twin who had just appeared, "Arent you…?

"What?" Said Harry,

"Harry Potter!" The twins choroused.

"I am." Harry replied. The two gawked at him. Suddenly their mother called out from outside and the two went off to meet her.

"Inside, there was another boy sitting in the compartment. The youngest brother of the flaming red haired family.

"I am Ron." The boy said.

"Hello, Ron" Harry and Felix said in chorous.

"I am Harry. This is Felix." Harry introduced them to Ron.

"…."

Meanwhile they heard the twins talking excitedly to their mother telling her about 'The Harry Potter'. Harry overheard their conversation and was speechless.

"Well, I guess you are going to need to get used to people staring at you." Felix said, understanding the changes in people when they realize Harry's identity.

"Mmm.." Harry mumbled.

Soon Ron also asked about Harry and his past. Harry replied simply that he has not much of a memory about when he was attacked by Voldemort, the dark lord.

"Are all your family wizards?" asked Harry.

"Er..yes." Ron replied 

"So you must know loads of magic already."

"I can't do it much though." Replied Ron. "I heard you live with muggles," Ron continued. "What are they like"?

"Horrible- well, not all  of them. My aunt and uncle and cousin are though." Replied Harry.

"I live with my father away from rest of the muggles." said Felix. "My father is a good person."

"Wish I'd had three wizard bothers." Said Harry.

"Five". Said Ron looking gloomy. "I am the sixth in our family. Bill and  Charlie are the eldest and have already left. They were famous and Fred and George are also intelligent. I gotta live up to a lot."

The three of them continued to have a good conversation. Meanwhile the train had carried them out of London. Now they were speeding past fields full of cattle. Later a trolly full of edibles and candies was brought over by a lady and Harry bought a bunch of things for everyone.

Inside a choloate frog, they found a card. Ron explained that all the chocolate frogs have cards showcasing some renowned person. The person in the card before them was an old man wearing half moon glasses. He had a long crooked nose and flowing silver hair, beard and mustache. Underneath the card was written:

ALBUS DUMBLEDORE

CURRENTLY HEADMASTER OF HOGWARTS

'Considered by many the greatest wizard fo modern times, Dumbledore is particularly famous for his defeat of the dark wizard Grindelwald in 1945, for the discovery of the twelve uses of dragons' blood and his work on alchemy with his partner, Nicolas Flamel. Professor Dumbledore enjoys chamber music and tenpin bowling.'

Harry and Felix were impressed with the description of Dumbledore. They soon found many more cards and studied about the people described in the cards. Later Ron showed them his wand which was in terrible shape. It was shipped and battered. The unicorn hair core was poking out at the end of it. Seeing it, Ron was only embarrassed, but Felix felt pained. During the last month he had grown to like wands and he was learning all about them Mr. Ollivander. He sighed and said after sometime.

"You should try not to do any magic that has repercussions. It could be hazardous for you. As for the wand itself, I believe you can get it fixed at Mr. Ollivanders' shop."

Hearing this, Ron's ears went pink. "W…well, we can't really afford it but hehe s..sure, I will get it repaired soon enough."

Felix shook his head internally. He wished to help Ron, but his knowledge about fixing wands was miniscule compard to Mr. Ollivander, who was a true master. But he offered his help anyway.

"I can cast a basic repair spell. The only one I've learned so far and maybe it can help fix your wand." 

"Umm…Reparo spell, right?" Ron asked. Felix nodded.

"We've tried that loads of time. It doesn't work. It needs an expert carftsman or wand maker to fix it." Saying so, he sighed. Felix nodded not saying anything else.

Suddenly the compartment door slid opened and a sorrowful boy was there along with a girl who was wearing her new Hogwarts robes.

"Has anyone seen a toad? Neville's lost one." The girl said. She had a bossy tone, lots of bushy brown hair and pearly white large front teeth.

"We havent seen it." Said Ron. But the girl wasn't listening. She was looking at the wand in his hand.

"Oh, Are you doing magic? Let's see it then." She said and sat down beside them.

"Er..alright." Ron said surprised and said: "Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow, turn this stupid fat rat yellow." He said and waved his wand but his rat that was sleeping soundly on his lap remained unchanged.

"Are you sure that's a real spell?" The girl said. "Well it's not working well is it? I've tried a few simple spells just for practice and its all worked. I have even learned all our course books by heart of course. I hope it will be enough. I am Hermione Granger, by the way, who are you?"

She said all of this in one breath. The three boys looked at each others stunned faces and then introduced themselves one by one.

Hermione was surprised to find Harry in front of her. "Goodness!! I know all about you. I've read in Modern Magical History and The rise and fall of the Dark Arts about you. You've been mentioned in those books."

"Really?" Harry was surprised.

"Yes. You didn't know? I'd have found out everything I could if it was me. " She said and then got back up. "Well, we'd better go and look for Neveille's toad." Saying so she left with Neville.

"She's quite a girl" Harry said.

"I don't much about girls." Felix said expressionlessly.

"I hope she's not in in the school house that I enter." Ron said.

"School house?" Felix questioned.

"Yeah, there are presumably 4 houses in Hogwarts; groups in which students are divided." Harry answered. Felix nodded. He hadn't been in any school before this he didn't know. 

"Yes. There are four houses indeed. Namely, Gryffindore, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff and Slytherin" Ron explained. All my bothers have been in Gryffindor. Charlie and Bill turned out into brilliant wizards from Gryffindor. Charlie's in Romania now, studying dragons. Bill's in Africa doing something for Gringotts."

Suddenly the compartment door slip opened again and three boys entered. Harry recognized the middle one as he had seen him before in Madam Malkin's robe shop when he went to shopping with Hagrid. His opinion about that boy wasn't good considering that that boy had ridiculed Hagrid previously.

"Is it true?" The boy said. "That Harry Potter is in this compartment? Is it you?"

"Yes." Harry replied.

"Oh. Well this is Crabble and this is Goyle." He boy said gesturing towards the two tall bulky mean looking boys standing on either side of him like henchmen. "& I'am Draco. Draco Malfoy." He then glanced at Ron. 

" You know some wizard famlies are better than others." He said looking back at Harry. " You don't want to go around making friends with wrong sort of people. I can help you there."

He held out his hand to shake Harry's but Harry didn't take it.

"I think I can tell who the wrong sort are  for myself, thanks"

I'd be careful if I were you Potter." He said. "Unless you are a bit politer, you'll go the same way as your parents. They didn't know what was good for them, either. Making friends with rifraff like Weasleys and Hagrid will rub off on you.

"Say that again!" Ron yelled as the three of them stood up in outrage.

"Oh, you're going to fight us, are you?" Malfoy sneered.

"Unless you get out now." Said Harry.

"But we don't feel like leaving, do we, boys?" As he said, Goyle reached toward Ron. But suddenly something jumped past Ron and Harry and collided with Goyle throwing him several steps out of the copmartment. Everyone gawked dumbfoundedly as they saw the burly Goyle collapse on the floor, covering his face which was oozing with blood. Felix stood before Harry and Ron facing Malfoy and Crabbe.  His fist was smeared with Goyle's blood and he looked feverish as adrenaline rushed through his veins.

"You..You..!!!" Malfoy pointed his finger at Felix but couldn't dare to take an action. Felix had finished one of them with a single punch. This was simply terrifying for them who had gotten used to using magic to even brush their milk-teeth. Felix's strength and stance was dominating. 

"I'll see you all later. You will pay for this!" Malfoy scowled and went away. It seemed like he was running away as he didn't even help pick up Goyle and fast paced past him. Crabbe lifted his bulky friend and they disappeared from the sight.

"Wicked! You are so strong!" Ron exclaimed. 

Felix flushed wiping his hand with a handkerchief. "Well, I didn't know I had it in me. I haven't punched anyone before. But I do farming and wood chopping and all those crude chores. I guess it's the effect of all that."

A second later Hermione Granger came in.

"What has been goin on?" She said looking at them.

"Just a little argument with the Malfoy and company." Felix replied. 

"Ah, you've been fighting? You will get us in trouble before even reaching Hogwarts. No school' rules allow fighting." Hermione said. 

"Well we are not in Hogwarts yet." Felix replied coolly.

"Can we help you with something?" Ron asked Hermione who raised an eyebrow.

"I've been up the front to ask the conductor about our arrival. He says we're nearly there. Put your robes on." Hermione said.

"Then would you mind leaving while we change?" Ron said scowling.

"Alright. I only came in here because people outside are behavng very childishly, running here and there." Hermione said. "And you've got dirt on your nose by the way, did you know?"

Ron glared at her as she left. Harry looked out of the winow, it was getting dark. Soon they pulled on their black robes. A voice echoed through the train suddenly. "We will be reaching Hogwarts in five minutes' time. Please leave your luggage on the train, it will be taken to the school separately."

The train finally stoppd and all the students descended upon a dark platform. It was a cold night. A giant of a man appeared, holding  a lamp and calling out: "Firs' years! Firs' years! Over here! All right there, Harry?" It was Hagrid. Harry felt relieved seeing him. Harry nodded in response.

They all soon followed Hagrid and reached a great black lake. On its side ther stood a vast castle with many turrets and towers with window sparkling like stars in the sky. Everyone seemed moved with the sight of Hogwarts.

"No more'n four to a boat!" Hagrid called, pointing to a fleet of little boats floating by the shor. Hermione unnoticed by others reached the boat in which Felix and others were.

Soon the boats moved altogether and carried them to a harbor where Ron surprisingly found Nevile's toad. Neville blissfully cried and grabbed for his toad. The group then walked up a passageway in the rocks and reched one of the doors of Hogwarts. Hagrid knocked three times and the door swung open.

During the 1st Wizard War, many wizards died, including the famous James and Lily Potter. Their son Harry Potter survived and was hidden away to his muggle relatives family. But he wasn't the only boy that survived during those times.
 There was yet another boy, the one whose origin was unknown and he also got lost in the muggle world only to reappear as a young wizard who wanted to become the best flame wizard. Follow his journey into the Hogwarts and thereafter as he grows along side Harry, Harmione and Ron.

The Dursleys were drifting into an uneasy sleep on this restless day – with all the owls, strangely dressed people, and unusual weather in the world - but the cat on the wall outside their house was showing no sign of being tired. It was sitting as still as a statue, its eyes fixed unblinkingly on the far corner of Privet Drive. It didn't so much as quiver when a car door slammed on the next street, nor when two owls swooped overhead. In fact, it was nearly midnight before the cat moved at all.

It was at midnight that a man appeared on the corner the cat had been watching, so suddenly and silently you'd have thought he'd just popped out of the ground. He was tall, thin, and ancient, judging by the silver of his hair and beard, which were both long enough to tuck into his belt. He was wearing long robes, a purple cloak that swept the ground, and high-heeled, buckled boots. His blue eyes were light, bright, and sparkling behind half-moon spectacles and his nose was very long and crooked, as though it had been broken at least twice. This was Albus Dumbledore. A man who didn't realize that his very presence was unwelcome at Privet Drive.

But he did seem to realize he was being watched because he looked up suddenly at the cat, which was still staring at him from the other end of the street. For some reason, the sight of the cat seemed to amuse him.

He chuckled and muttered, "I should have known."

He took out what seemed to be a silver cigarette lighter from one of his pockets and began to flick it open, hold it up in the air, and click it. The nearest street lamp went out with a little pop. He clicked it again — the next lamp flickered into darkness. He clicked it until the only lights left on the whole street were two tiny pinpricks in the distance, which were the eyes of the cat watching him. If anyone looked out of their window now, they wouldn't be able to see anything that was happening down on the pavement. He looked down at the cat, but after a moment he spoke to it.

"Fancy seeing you here, Minerva."

He turned to smile at the tabby, but it had gone. Instead, he was smiling at a rather severe-looking woman who was wearing square glasses exactly the shape of the markings the cat had had around its eyes. She, too, was dressed in a cloak, an emerald one. Her black hair was drawn into a tight bun. She looked distinctly ruffled.

"How did you know it was me?" she asked.

"My dear Professor, I've never seen a cat sit so stiffly."

"You'd be stiff if you'd been sitting on a brick wall all day," said Minerva.

"All day? When you could have been celebrating? I must have passed a dozen feasts and parties on my way here."

Professor McGonagall sniffed angrily.

"Oh yes, I've celebrating, all right," she said impatiently. "You'd think they'd be a bit more careful, but no —even the Muggles have noticed something's going on. It was on their news." She jerked her head back at the Dursleys' dark living-room window. "I heard it. Flocks of owls…shooting stars…Well, they're not completely stupid. They were bound to notice something. Shooting stars down in Kent — I'll bet that was Dedalus Diggle. He never had much sense."

"You can't blame them," said Dumbledore gently. "We've had precious little to celebrate for a long time."

"I know that," said Professor McGonagall irritably. "But that's no reason to lose our heads. People are being downright careless, out on the streets in broad daylight, not even dressed in Muggle clothes, swapping rumors. At this rate, we would be doing Carlotta Pinkstone's job in repealing the International Statute of Secrecy."

She threw a sharp, sideways glance at Dumbledore here, as though hoping he was going to tell her something, but he didn't, so she went on. "A beautiful thing it would be if, on the very day You-Know-Who seems to have disappeared, at last, the Muggles found out about us all. I suppose he really has gone, Dumbledore? Nothing of him remains in the physical plane? No fragment left over? No offspring to call his own?"

"It certainly seems so, and we have checked. He may have some sort of magical contingency to advise his followers, but to return from death? Doubtful. If he does have a child, we will find him - or her - in one school or another soon enough," said Dumbledore. "We have much to be thankful for. Would you care for a lemon drop?"

"A what?"

"A lemon drop. They're a kind of Muggle sweet I'm rather fond of."

"No, thank you," said Professor McGonagall coldly, as though she didn't think this was the moment for lemon drops. "As I say, even if You-Know-Who has gone —"

"My dear Minerva, surely a sensible person like yourself can call him by his name? All this 'You-Know-Who' nonsense — I have been trying to persuade people to call him by his proper name: Voldemort." Professor McGonagall flinched, but Dumbledore, who was unsticking two lemon drops, seemed not to notice. "It all gets so confusing if we keep saying 'You-Know-Who.' I have never seen any reason to be frightened of saying Voldemort's name. Its is not as if his name is under the Ministry Taboo Watchlist."

"I know you haven't," said Professor McGonagall, sounding half exasperated, half admiring. "But you're different. Everyone knows you're the only one You-Know- oh, all right, Voldemort, was frightened of."

"You flatter me," said Dumbledore calmly. "Voldemort had powers I will never have, nor dare to use."

"Only because you're too noble to use them."

"It's lucky it's dark. I haven't blushed so much since Madam Pomfrey told me she liked my new earmuffs."

Professor McGonagall shot a sharp look at Dumbledore and said "The owls are nothing next to the rumors that are flying around. You know what they're saying? About why he's disappeared? About what finally stopped him? About what happened in the Potter home."

It seemed that Professor McGonagall had reached the point she was most anxious to discuss, the real reason she had been waiting on a cold, hard wall all day, for neither as a cat nor as a woman had she fixed Dumbledore with such a piercing stare as she did now. It was plain that whatever "everyone" was saying, she was not going to believe it until Dumbledore told her it was true. Dumbledore, however, was choosing another lemon drop and did not answer.

"What they're saying," she pressed on, "is that last night Voldemort turned up in Godric's Hollow. He went to find the Potters. The rumor is that Lily and James Potter are — are — that they're — dead."

Dumbledore bowed his head. Professor McGonagall gasped.

"Lily and James…I can't believe it…I didn't want to believe it…Oh, Albus…"

Dumbledore reached out and patted her on the shoulder. "I know…I know…" he said heavily.

Professor McGonagall's voice trembled as she went on. "That's not all. They're saying he tried to kill the Potter's son, Harry. But he couldn't. He couldn't kill that little boy. No one knows why, or how, but they're saying that when he couldn't kill Harry Potter, Voldemort's power somehow broke — and that's why he's gone. His power…his being…it all just broke."

Dumbledore nodded glumly.

"It's — it's true ?" faltered Professor McGonagall. "After all he's done…all the people he's killed…he couldn't kill a little boy? It's just astounding…of all the things to stop him…but how in the name of heaven did Harry survive?"

"We can only guess," said Dumbledore. "We may never know."

Professor McGonagall pulled out a lace handkerchief and dabbed at her eyes beneath her spectacles. Dumbledore gave a great sniff as he took a golden watch from his pocket and examined it. It was a very unique watch. It had twelve hands but no numbers; instead, little planets were moving around the edge. It must have made sense to Dumbledore, though, because he put it back in his pocket and said, "Hagrid's late. I suppose it was he who told you I'd be here, by the way?"

"Yes," said Professor McGonagall. "And I don't suppose you're going to tell me why you're here, of all places?"

"I've come to bring Harry to his aunt and uncle. They're the only family he has left now."

Professor McGonagall was petrified at this statement.

"You don't mean – you can't mean the people who live here ?" cried Professor McGonagall, jumping to her feet and pointing at number four. "Dumbledore — you can't. I've been watching them all day. You couldn't find two people who are less like us. And they've got this son — I saw him kicking his mother all the way up the street, screaming for sweets. Harry Potter come and live here!"

"Do you have other options available for the boy, Minerva?"

"We could have checked the will! He is a Potter – he is a legacy! His father must have written something down in such a circumstance."

Dumbledore could only sigh in resignation, "I am afraid that it is out of our hands. I have not been able to locate the Potter will even with all of my connections and the Ministry sharks are already searching for the boy to take him in as their own – I don't have to remind you were the Death Eaters are, do I Minerva? In any case, the magic has already laid its claim. The link of blood and soul will ensure that only he and he alone will get access to it and guarantee its continuation. If Harry ever dies, then the will and the last of Potter's dies as well. That, or will find another Potter that is somehow alive elsewhere in the world."

"But…that's ridiculous! There could be information in the will pertinent to what happened to his parents. There is also all the land that the family has – someone has to take care of them! Then there's all their financial holdings, books, artifacts, and everything else!"

Dumbledore quickly raised his hand to stop Professor McGonagall, "All their land is magically taken care of and hidden from the Muggles; the Potter elves will take care of the lands for now and feed off the magics of the land to sustain them. All the physical belongings are being registered, marked, listed, and stored by the goblins at a secure location associated with Gringotts or within its walls. All the financial holdings are stored securely in Gringotts itself, with a special dispensation account set up for Harry in the future when he starts Hogwarts – for his needs. It's is unfortunate that no one – except for possibly Harry himself – will get access to the will. Do not worry, though. I made sure Griphook personally delivered the Potter will to the Head Goblin of Gringotts."

Minerva was relieved, "Good, we can trust Griphook. So, Harry is truly safe here – away from the magical world?"

"It's the best place for him," said Dumbledore firmly. "His aunt and uncle will be able to explain everything to him when he's older. I've written them a letter."

"A letter?" repeated Professor McGonagall faintly, sitting back down on the wall. "Really, Dumbledore, you think you can explain all this in a letter? These people will never understand him! He'll be famous — a legend — I wouldn't be surprised if today was known as Harry Potter day in the future — there will be books written about Harry — every child in our world will know his name!"

"Exactly," said Dumbledore, looking very seriously over the top of his half-moon glasses. "It would be enough to turn any boy's head. Famous before he can walk and talk! Famous for something he won't even remember! Can you see how much better off he'll be, growing up away from all that until he's ready to take it? Plus, no pure-blood supporter will even consider searching for him in the Muggle world. To them, it would be the equivalent of searching through animal droppings and the like. "

Professor McGonagall opened her mouth, changed her mind, swallowed, and then said, "Yes — yes, you're right, of course. But how is the boy getting here, Albus?" She eyed his cloak suddenly as though she thought he might be hiding Harry underneath it.

"Hagrid's bringing him."

"You think it — wise — to trust Hagrid with something as important as this?"

"I would trust Hagrid with my life," said Dumbledore with iron in his voice. "He may be a simple man, a bit… accepting… of others, but he has never failed me.".

"I'm not saying his heart isn't in the right place," said Professor McGonagall grudgingly, "but you can't pretend he's not careless. He does tend to — what was that?"

A low rumbling sound had broken the silence around them. It grew steadily louder as they looked up and down the street for some sign of a headlight; it swelled to a roar as they both looked up at the sky — and a huge motorcycle fell out of the air and landed on the road in front of them.

If the bike was huge, it was nothing to the man sitting astride it. He was almost twice as tall as an average man and at least five times as wide. He looked simply too big to be allowed, and so wild — long tangles of bushy black hair and beard hid most of his face, he had hands the size of trash can lids, and his feet in their leather boots were like baby dolphins. In his vast, muscular arms he was holding a bundle of blankets.

"Hagrid," said Dumbledore, sounding relieved. "At last. And where did you get that motorcycle?"

"Borrowed it, Professor Dumbledore, sir," said the giant, climbing carefully off the bike as he spoke. "Young Sirius Black lent it to me. I've got him, sir."

"No problems, were there?"

"No, sir — house was almost destroyed, but I got him out all right before the Muggles started swarming around. He fell asleep as we were flying over Bristol."

Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall bent forward over the bundle of blankets. Inside, just visible, was a baby boy, fast asleep. Under a tuft of jet-black hair over his forehead, they could see a curiously shaped cut, like a bolt of lightning.

"Is that where —?" whispered Professor McGonagall.

"Yes," said Dumbledore. "He'll have that scar forever."

"Couldn't you do something about it, Dumbledore?"

"I am afraid I can't – it was created as a result of Voldemort's magics. Knowing that Voldemort has magically altered himself over the years and with Harry's unknown immunity, I have no idea how the two have mixed. I also don't know what repercussion could arise if I do remove it. We will have to wait and see if anything comes of it in the future, but I do suspect that it may be some sort of remnant of the man himself."

"A remnant? What do you mean, Albus?"

"It is as you said Minerva – nothing of Voldemort is left on the physical plane but on the spiritual one… I am just not sure. The Dark Lord knew the foulest of magic and secrets. I find it hard to believe that he didn't have a plan of some sort of a spell already set up in such a situation."

Minerva and Hagrid both blanched at that notion.

"Even if I could remove it, I wouldn't. Scars can come in handy. I have one myself above my left knee that is a perfect map of the London Underground. Well — give him here, Hagrid — we'd better get this over with."

Dumbledore took Harry in his arms and turned toward the Dursleys' house.

"Could I — could I say good-bye to him, sir?" asked Hagrid. He bent his great, shaggy head over

Harry and gave him what must have been a very scratchy, whiskery kiss. Then, suddenly, Hagrid let out a howl like a wounded dog.

"Shhh!" hissed Professor McGonagall, "You'll wake the Muggles!"

"S-s-sorry," sobbed Hagrid, taking out a large, spotted handkerchief and burying his face in it. "But I c-c-can't stand it —Lily and James dead — and poor little Harry off to live with Muggles —"

"Yes, yes, it's all sorrowful, but get a grip on yourself, Hagrid, or we'll be found," Professor

McGonagall whispered, patting Hagrid gingerly on the arm as Dumbledore stepped over the low garden wall and walked to the front door. He laid Harry gently on the doorstep, took a letter out of his cloak, tucked it inside Harry's blankets, and then came back to the other two. For a full minute the three of them stood and looked at the little bundle; Hagrid's shoulders shook, Professor McGonagall blinked furiously, and the twinkling light that usually shone from Dumbledore's eyes seemed to have gone out.

"Well," said Dumbledore finally, "that's that. We've no business staying here. We may as well go and join the celebrations."

"Yeah," said Hagrid in a very muffled voice, "I'll be taking Sirius his bike back. Goodnight, Professor McGonagall — Professor Dumbledore, sir."

Dumbledore turned and walked back down the street while professor McGonagall was comforting Hagrid as he was approaching the bike. On the corner, he stopped and took out the silver lighter. He clicked it once, and balls of light sped back to their street lamps so that Privet Drive glowed suddenly orange and he could make out a tabby cat slinking around the corner at the other end of the street. He could just see the bundle of blankets on the step of number four.

"Good luck, Harry," he murmured. He turned on his heel and was about to apparate away with a swish of his cloak, when he paused and turned back to two of his closest friends. As he slowly started to take out his oddly shaped wand of elder wood, he thought of the ramifications if his actions after today were ever discovered.

"Minerva… Hagrid… Forgive me for this… but the less people that know about Harry's location, the safer he will be."

"Albus," asked Minerva as she finally noted the Headmaster's wand, "What are you…"

"Legilimency"

"Obliviate"

"False Memocreo"

"Ne Memoria"

"Enervate" (1)

"Yeah," said Hagrid in a very muffled voice, "I'll be taking Sirius his bike back. Goodnight, Professor McGonagall — Professor Dumbledore, sir."

Wiping his streaming eyes on his jacket sleeve, Hagrid swung himself onto the motorcycle and kicked the engine into life; with a roar, it rose into the air and off into the night.

"I shall see you soon, I expect, Minerva," said Dumbledore, nodding to her. Professor McGonagall blew her nose in reply before apparating away. Dumbeldore followed soon after with a swish of his cloak.

A breeze ruffled the neat hedges of Privet Drive, which lay silent and tidy under the inky sky, the very last place you would expect astonishing things to happen. Harry Potter rolled over inside his blankets without waking up. One small hand closed on the letter beside him and he slept on, not knowing he was special, not knowing he was famous, not knowing he would be woken in a few hours' time by Mrs. Dursley's scream as she opened the front door to put out the milk bottles, nor that he would spend the next few weeks being prodded and pinched by his cousin Dudley... He couldn't know that at this very moment, people meeting in secret all over the country were holding up their glasses and saying in hushed voices: "To Harry Potter — the boy who lived!"

Not my novel I upload it here so I can listen to the audiobook while working long hours 

All glory goes to original author Sliksick
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Still somewhat lost at the situation, he apparates back into his office, mechanically giving a light flick of his wand. The majority of the broken wooden pieces of furniture and shelves repair themselves, but all magical artifacts did not stay lost forever to him.
Sitting behind the large desk in the now somewhat empty office, he put an elbow on it, pinching his brows at the headache-inducing turn of event.
Oh, he had clearly understood that it was just not dismissal from the hall momently, but a more definitive kind of banishment. As if to confirm his thoughts, he finally remarks on the little stack of letters on his desk that had been repaired.
From them, two were from Gringotts, the first signaling him that, after investigation, they unveil his illegal plunder of the house, the bodies and the accounts of the Potter's, dismissing him entirely of any influence he had on them, and requiring the return of every stolen goods and money.
The second came three days later, after a period of 72h have been passed for him to return the stolen goods. As a consequence, all the holding of the Dumbledore's has been transferred into the now sealed vault of the Potter's, who was now completely out of reach for him.
He was also warned of his banishment for life from the bank. This was what worried him the most. He was now without a Galleon to his name since all his payments are handled by the bank. Even if he still receives money from his three-position, he wouldn't be able to touch them as they were automatically transferred to the Potter Account.
While he was also handling the Hogwart's vault, his deputy headmistress also had access to them, so out of all of this, it was the only good news
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"Albus?" He calls finally seems to reach the man sitting in front of her.
"Yes, Minerva?"
"Is everything alright?" Ask him a little worry leaking in her voice.
"Yes, nothing too serious that won't resolve itself." Says him, dismissing the problem with a backhand motion, alleviating the younger witch. "Does something else happen while I was away?"
"I fear it is. News has reached the castle that Alberforth has passed away after the goblin has eviscerated him from his pub, cursing your name before crumbling, poppy said that the sudden shock to his heart has been fatal." Mournfully said her.
"I see." He sinks in his chair, looks a little older than he was.
He was now the only alive Dumbledore and seemingly the last of his name. After he passes away the elder House of Dumbledore would cease to be, yet another magical family of Britain to pass away in the last decade.
Those accumulating news have aged him further than his hundred and ten plus years have made him. All thoughts of Harry Potter far, thinking that the goblins where the ones to have destroyed the trinket since they were blood-bonded to the young boy.
He wasn't worried has of his lack of funds, the boy would return to the magical world in two years, and with him, the substantial amount of wealth the Potter family, or at least the content of the trust vault, in his hand. Well not his hand, but he was sure that Molly would be most than eager to keep an eye on the spending of the boy.
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Because of the pure arrogance of the wizard known as Dumbledore, the fact that Harry Potter was 'lost' was completely unknown for the wizarding world. The fact that all books written under Dumbledore accord and contract were to be taken from the shelves, was not.
When most ignored the order of the bank, they simply see their account closed and fund transferred to the real ower of the name. When those same people angrily made their way to the bank when they couldn't retrieve their money anymore, the news spread that a large amount of the English author where facing banishment from the bank.
As it pertains to the boy wonder, it naturally made the front page when it was known to the Daily Prophet. Seeing the possible breach, the Ministry immediately demand that the goblin retore the account, under the insistence of the Minister, but when fine start to accumulate in thousand of Galleon, Fudge immediately stops any demand, asking the authors of such books, to either recognize them as fantasy texts or see with the guardian of the boy for contracts.
Strangely, Dumbeldore didn't give suite to any demand, wanting to keep it hidden that he neither has the right over Harry anymore nor that he was banned from Gringotts, like them. Should it be known, the dark sided Family wouldn't pass the opportunity do deal a heavy blow to his positions he was holding.
When the ripples created by the news fade, it was already time from the students to either start a new year or their education altogether. When they past Flourish and Botts, all couldn't help be see the still glaring hole made by the lack of books created by the retrieved 'Harry Potter' series.
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While all this was happening, Orion has been completely unaware of it, Andromeda and Nymphadora had knowledge of it through the new paper, but none of them had judged that it was worth it, and since he never ask, he wasn't alerted.
No, rather than worrying about the inconsequential thing, Orion had been pouring through the old books of Nymmy, from her previous years. While he read the curriculum book, he only passes over the wanded part of them, only retaining the theoretical knowledge since he couldn't try them, being wandless.
That didn't signify that he passes his time doing nothing, on the contrarily. When he wasn't bonding with Nymphadora, he was attentively reading the old book of Andromeda on potions making, ingredients handling, and cauldron' procedures.
While he had a gift coming from the blood of his ancestors, it wasn't of any use as long as he didn't touch a cauldron, he didn't, judging himself not ready yet to safely brew potions without mishaps.
Needlessly to say, Andromeda has been thrilled when she the eagerness of which he was pouring through the subject, carefully reading of the ingredients reaction, the meaning of clockwise and counterclockwise movements.
He did so because this potion-making method was unknown to him. Being one of the forthfathers of humanities, he had accumulated a staggering amount of knowledge through the eras of human, going throughout multiple golden ages when revolutionaries breakthroughs were made.
Even if he couldn't apply it to all disciplines, some have bridges between them, such as herbology, potion brewing, and runes among the easiest available here.
Another discipline that he passed countless centuries to learn and gather knowledge was the use of shamanic powers or the art of merging with one profound nature and the influence one can have on is surrounding.
Here, he learns that those powers transfer on occlumency, Animagi, and alchemy. The first one had to bring tremendous boons to him. While keeping his personality, he also retains his knowledge of the past.
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While the two where constantly present here, he didn't dare to showcase the true him, Knowing that it wouldn't be long before the two made their way to Hogwarts and St Mungos respectively, he bit his time, absorbing more knowledge from this world that didn't need a wand to practice.
While doing so he had started to carefully channel what passes as magic here, within himself. That has been a trial on itself. Even with the aid of the past experience, calling upon magic and holding it was hundred times more difficult that tugging on it to perform a pre-coded action like apparition or spell.
Had to the mix his still short reserve, he could hold wield his magic for more than three minutes before crumbling, completely exhausted from the exercise. The reason he continues to do that was that he had rapidly caught on the additional silver of magic that was available each time after that.
The second boon was that he was waisting less and less each time. Even if he was still wasting around twenty times the amount he was able to summon on control, it was slowly decreasing.
All this was due to his small reserve. Since they were still manageable, he was able to rapidly exhaust it, take into account the whole amount, and work on his control the next time. Had him an immense amount of power, he would waste hours to have the result he obtained in a few minutes.
When Nymmy returns to the castle and Andy to the hospital, he was able to now work on the mess that was the memories of his past life. Extracting the valuable memories and categorizing them take him months, where he would have the need to interrupts when his bonded partner return for the hols.
For the other two it transcribed into a drop of his speed going throughout a frightening amount of books, but not says anything when they saw him proactively searching for their presence when here, more so for Nymphadora.
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It wasn't before it was a year and a half since he was with them that he finally go through all of his past lives, leaving an effing amount of spiritual documents pertaining to particular knowledge.
The next stage was a breeze compared to the first one, as it had involuntary preparation. Going throughout millenniums of years had made him disciplined his mind for a more efficient skills' gathering. When he throws the natural occulmen ability of him in, those stacks of inordinate documents vanish in a few weeks.
If one were to enter his mind, they would see themself arriving into outer space, were the lack of air, sol, and landmark would at least throws them off and at worst drive them a little insane from fright.
Even if they were able to overcome it, they would then need to know how to access shamanic power to be able to interact with the unfathomable clusters of stars, gaseous construct, and different luminaries that represent his knowledge, emotions, and thoughts respectively.
Needlessly to say, there surely isn't a single being on this plane that would be able of such a feat.
While he would pass time gathering other knowledge or interact with the two ladies, his subconscious would run through all the past knowledge and compiles an all-encompassing document, extract of the sums of the previous knowledge.
Just this ask for him another month and a half each for potions making, runes crafting and alchemy, leaving him with only three weeks before the start of Hogwarts for him and two before the deadline from Lord Black concerning his heirship.
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The next morning, Orion awake like all the previous day when she was back, in the arms of Nymphadora, habitually his head on her breast. During the past two years, she, like all witch her age, had gone through her last growth spurt.
She gains three more inches, reaching 69", her breast have passed through the last few centimeter need and enter the D category. While she doesn't change that much physically, Only Orion and Andromeda were able to witness it.
After he came into their life, she seems to finally accept herself and didn't morph anymore when they were alone. A fact that Andy was profoundly thanking Orion for. He had become the new center of Nymphadora's life and she had grown even more since then.
While she keeps her bubbly nature in the castle, she had stopped harshly any tentative of flirt from others. Before she would have accepted them, even knowing it could and would end painfully, but not anymore. Her bound had brought her all she needs, thus, she didn't require any others.
A lot of peoples have been put off from her sudden change of nature from the bubblegum haired girl, and quite a few had visited the hospital wing when they had become a little forceful before they learn that she was effectively out of the market.
This new fierceness hadn't bode well for a certain redhead Gryffindor quidditch seeker that had been mercilessly battered with bludger from the tail of her broom. Thing escalated so much that she became the first Hufflepuff being considerate like a raving beast rather than the habitual poofers of her house.
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Yawning a little, he carefully disengages from the grip she had on him, separating from her naked chest. She had long since stopped to wear a shirt after waking every morning with an uncomfortable cold wet patch on it, thank Orion ministration.
Wiping carefully the other exposed breast he hadn't fed on earlier, he slowly brings the comforter on her and goes for the bathroom.
In, he gives himself a quick glance. His previous skinny body was long since gone, along with the hideous vestige of his past from his stay among the Dursley. Gone was the small height, scars, and bones imprint on the skin.
He was now towering at 60" easily passing for a twelve-year-old boy, his skin had taken a healthy tan from his sickly white. The scars have faded with a mix of know wizard slave and a personally crafted one for the deepest ones. The famous lightning bolt has long since faded away, leaving nothing more than the lightest skin decoloration behind, that would vanish in time.
With the past two years, his control on his metamorph ability has been near-perfectly controlled, and only his still maturing body was the cause of slight involuntary change due to hormonal disbalance.
His actual look sport thick, mid-wild, bloodred, hairs, stopping in the middle of his back. He chooses the color after his mother, only deeper. His heterochromia was hidden into silvery grey eyes giving the faintest glow.
In sum, he was nothing like his previous father nor had his mother's eyes. No one in the wizarding world would link him with Harry Potter, since even his eyesight has been healed, leaving him without those atrocious glasses.
Since he wasn't vain, he didn't change his facial structure, nor his height, so if he were to morph back to his original form, only his hair and eyes color would change. 
Nodding at the sight, he takes a rapid shower before going down for breakfast, founding the two ladies already there. Seeing him, Andy put her cup down.
"Have you something planned for today?"
"Yes, I was thinking going to the Alley for the year supply."
"Finally!" shoot Tonks while throwing her arms in the air." About bloody time!"
"Language!" Chastised halfheartedly her mother, while keeping her eyes on him. "Nymphadora" "Hey!" "Is it right though it was already a week since your birthday and your latter, why only now?" Ask her.
"I think I am ready to try."
Andy immediately became serious, knowing what he was referring to.
"You do know that you don't have do try anymore, right?"
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That right during the past three months, he had brewed quite the amount of unknow potions to the wizardkind, most specifically cure. The reason he recreates them was for his head of House, Lord Black.
From the first time he had to encounter him, he had known that the man was suffering from heavy afflictions, and after he had more free time, once the two were at school or work, he had been constantly buying a visit to the man.
While cold at first, he had rapidly warmed to him when he was able to slowly alleviate the constant pain he was feeling after been stricken by a slow-acting curse. The Lord didn't know who was the one responsible for it but know that he was slowly dying.
With his nephew and his wife still alive, he didn't want to pass away and leave the title of Lord Black in their hand. Orion and Walburga were far from the ideal that should be the Lord and Lady black.
Thankfully, the curse was now, if not healed, contained and wasn't a threat to his life anymore. Even if it had already deal irreparable damage he wouldn't heal for, he had still few years left from his original months.
Just for this feat alone, Orion had proved himself worthy of the title of heir to the Black Family by saving the life of his Lord. Since then, the man had taken on himself to cram in his head what it signifies to be the heir and future Lord.
For the greatest joy of the man, Orion was a magical sponge, soaking faster than it had time to pour knowledge in him. Due to this, as soon as he would turn eleven, he had become the sole heir of House Black, soon to be Lord when the man would judge him ready.
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"Even with two or three of your potions and salves, you could have earned that money back and more than enough."
"True but I would have also had attract the eyes of all, and the fact that I was Heir Black knows. Now, it's the time that I subject my salve to the potioners confederation. I have a finished product and if they want to recreate it they would need two weeks to make it and another one to the public it the news in their revues, by that time I would be at Hogwarts and the fact I'm heir black, know. It would also allow me to skip Snape's class as I would be a potion master."
Thank the crawling advancement in the potion department, all potioners creating a new potion or ameliorating an existing one by a factor of 20%, would be awarded a mastery in the subject. This would exempt him from Snape class, alongside rubbing into the man face that his youngest potioner record would be shattered by an eleven-year-old, worst, a Black.
He couldn't help the mad cackling at the though, soon rejoin by Tonks when she makes out what he was thinking, making the only sane person in the room shaking her head at the two insane ones.
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An hour later, the three of them were in the Alley, gathering the needed material for his first year and Nymphadora's last one. Even then it didn't amount to a lot of things for him. He only needs custom apparel. All the books would be the ones of Nymphadora's first years when Andy had asked him why he simply says that there was not use of news one where he had already one in near perfect condition.
He wouldn't need cauldron, phials, and scales since he wouldn't take potion. He had already a muggle telescope he had to enchant himself based on the one Nymmy had and would use muggle stationary and shelf made enchanted fountain pen for the assignment and paper rather than parchment.
Even thick papers of high quality where cheaper than parchment, so he didn't see why he should buy it. All in all, he was only left with a wand to buy, other than his clothes from the Alley.
After gathering all the needed material for Nymphadora, the group of three made their way to the wandmaker.

With the end of life came the birth of another one. As the guardian of the lost souls' returns, is next life awaits, claiming the fate of the passed one and maintain order in the universe.




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CHAPTER SIXTEEN:


It was amazing how distracting such a revelation could be, Severus decided as he tried to pay attention to his class. He's straight; there's no point dwelling on someone you can't have, he told himself. He was married to Greengrass, for pity's sake! Even so his thoughts kept coming back to the laughing man with a single-mindedness that typically served him well but currently made him want to curse.


Scowling, he yanked Longbottom's arm away from the cauldron before he could add the sweetroot. "Your incompetence reaches new heights every time you step into this classroom, Longbottom," he sneered. "Or are you actually attempting to kill us all? Twenty points from Gryffindor," he hissed. "Add the hornbeam quickly, lest I give you a zero for yet another potion."


Sweeping on, he paused by Potter's table to inspect the potions of the Golden Trio. Granger's was near-perfect, of course; Potter's was acceptable, and Weasley seemed to be managing better than Longbottom, at least. "You will stay after class, Potter," he ordered spontaneously. "Although it appears that your lessons in remedial potions," he drawled, "are doing you some good, you still have a long way to go. Weasley, you will stay behind as well." Not waiting to see their reactions, he moved on to the next table.


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"You wanted to speak with us, sir?" Severus looked up to see Potter and Weasley standing in front of his desk – Granger was, as expected, still slowly putting away her things.


"Granger, shut the door and join us," the Professor instructed, and waited until all three of them were in front of his desk before speaking. "You have learned the 'Abscondite' spell?" he checked, naming the spell the time traveler had taught the Order. At their nods he continued, "You will hide this conversation. Earlier this morning Mister Potter-Black and Professor Dumbledore went to destroy an artifact important to the Dark Lord; during this mission the Headmaster was struck by a curse that ensures a very painful death." None of the students seemed at all surprised, though Potter seemed to be wrestling with the fealty potion – he had been drugged most strongly, after all. "I managed to slow the exposure to the curse, and the Headmaster should enjoy another month of life before the curse kills him. I will arrange for a meeting within the month so that we may hear the Headmaster's instructions and plans." In other words, let's question him under Veritaserum, all three students understood, and satisfied smiles curved their lips.


"That is all."


"Thank you, Professor," Granger said, pulling out her wand. The two boys mimicked her movement, and soon all three had apparently successfully cast the 'Abscondite' spell.


"You wanted to speak with us, sir?" Potter asked, acting as though the conversation had never happened, and Severus nodded approvingly.


"I believe I will include Weasley in your remedial potions lessons, Potter," he sneered, "since his incompetence is even greater than yours. Granger, I do not remember asking you to stay behind," he shot her a sharp look.


"Ah – sorry, Professor," the girl stuttered, backing away and stuffing the last of her things into her bag. Watching her with sharp eyes, Severus informed the boys, "You will come to my office at the regular times. Dismissed."


"Sir-" Potter had the temerity to begin, and Severus's eyes snapped to him. The foolish Gryffindor ploughed on, however. "Shouldn't Neville join us too? I mean, he's even worse than Ron..."


"Longbottom is a hopeless case, Potter," Severus narrowed his eyes, "as I am sure you know. Do not question me again."


"Yes, sir," Potter replied stiffly.


"Leave." All three students scrambled to exit his classroom, and Severus waited until they had left before dropping his head into his hands. He had a headache.


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By silent agreement the three friends spent the next lesson – History of Magic – reading the books Professor Snape had lent Harry. Ron was perfectly aware of the fact that Professor Snape would have absolutely no patience with him, and as the next lesson was the following evening he would do his very best to be prepared. The other students would be shocked to see Ron Weasley studiously reading a book that evening in the common room, but they'd probably assume that Hermione bullied him into it, so it was all good.


Harry, meanwhile, was struggling with conflicting emotions. One part of him was happy to hear of the Headmaster's injury, but another part of him screamed out that Professor Dumbledore didn't deserve to die; that he was a great man and that they needed him. Harry was sure that that voice came from the fealty potion he was apparently drugged with, but that made it no easier to combat. Eventually he gave up and concentrated fully on his book, resolving to ask Professor Snape for a potion or spell to get rid of the fealty potion.


Hermione was for once completely disregarding the ghost's lecture, focusing instead on the text on how to center yourself and calm your mind. She understood why Professor Snape couldn't teach her as well, and she knew that the boys would be of little help, so the books would have to do. Already she had a foot of notes; she had decided that the best way to learn this would be to treat it as a special assignment for a very strict teacher. Which it is, really, she smiled, jotting down another note.


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Harry, meanwhile, was startled out of his thoughts by an owl tapping at the window. Letting the animal in, he relieved it of its burden, and noted with a grin that it was a letter from Gringotts. "Would you like some water?" he offered the animal, but it simply flew away. "Guess not, then."


Cracking the seal, Harry opened the scroll and read it quickly. Tucking it into his trouser pants, he downed the vial of Strengthening potion and slipped the vial of Blood-replenishing potion in beside the scroll. It was time to go to Gringotts.


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Three hours later Harry reappeared in his living room and promptly collapsed to the ground, not even registering Dobby's words until a man's voice asked, "Potter, what the devil happened to you?", prompting a spike of pain to pierce Harry's skull.


"Motherfucking headache of all headaches," Harry slurred, feeling like his skull was shrinking, his brain expanding, and a thousand nails being rammed into his head. He was vaguely aware of strong hands rolling him over and wiping the blood from his forehead, hissing at the torn open scar. "You took the Blood-replenishing potion?" Harry wasn't sure whether he managed to reply or not, but then the voice said, "Drink this," and a vial was pressed to his lips. Doing his best to follow the order even as his head was splitting in two, Harry swallowed the potion – and slowly his headache seemed to dissipate, until it only felt like one nail was being nailed into his head, right where his lightning bolt scar was.


"Better?" the man asked, and Harry finally recognized Severus's voice.


"Only one nail now," he answered weakly – then everything went dark.

Twenty-three elves were quite a bit more than he thought Boppy would find, Chad thought he would return with only three or four. Still, the more, the merrier as they say. The only problem would be if he could bond them all.

"Umm, Boppy? Can I sustain bonds with all of them? Will I have enough magic?"

Boppy looked at his Master as if he had been dropped on his head, maybe that curse scar was affecting him more than he thought. Then again, his Master was still very young, he could not be expected to be smart all the time! Boppy would have to be the best head elf to help his Master be the greatest wizard ever!

"Master, there is no measurable amount of your magic. You don't start with ten magic and then use three magic to cast a spell. House-elves bond with a wizard so they can unlock their magic, and live. Free house-elves can only use basic elf magic to survive until they find a new master, if they don't, they slowly die. We don't take your magic, but you might feel tired afterwards because you are young, and multiple bonds will tax your mind."

Was Boppy perhaps a genius elf? Not only was his English pretty fluent, but he could articulate his thoughts quite well. Was Dobby just a moron? Or did the many blows to the head he received in punishments do lasting damage? Either way, smart minions were welcomed as far as Chad was concerned.

"I see, thanks for letting me know Boppy, you are a good head elf!" Praised Chad.

Twenty minutes later and he was surrounded by tearful, yet thrilled Potter house-elves. They were bouncing around excitedly, worshipping their new Master with a zealousness seen only in religious fanatics. Imagine the damage Muslim extremists could do with elf suicide bombers!

No, Chad would not be squandering such devoted servants with suicide attacks, even the foolish death eaters weren't that retarded. You would have to be insane to waste the devotion of your minions in such an absurd way. Surely they could just drop the bomb and walk away? Why have someone, that is so devoted to you that they are willing to die for you, kill themselves with your enemies?

Chad was pretty tired. The bonding process had been easy, but after a while, he felt like he needed to lay down for a sleep. Since he had nothing but time, he thought he might as well, nothing urgent needed his attention. But while he was napping, he would have the new elves catalogue everything in his vaults, better to be safe than sorry.

"Potter house-elves! My head elf Boppy has already explained that I have many enemies, so you will have to keep who you work for a secret. Tomorrow I will be revealing my future goals and how you, my house-elves, will help me achieve them. But for today, I need you to make a list of everything my three vaults contain. We won't know what is missing if we don't know what is there originally."

With a few more words of encouragement, Chad went to sleep.

The next morning, Boppy popped in to give him a report. It was surprisingly comprehensive and readable, who knew house-elves had such neat handwriting! Chad had to suffer through constant fussing over from Petunia after the elves left yesterday, he should have had them take him with them! Although he had to admit, she was a rather caring mother, if she didn't think you were a magical freak.

The list was a pleasant reminder of how things had already detoured from cannon. In the original Harry Potter, Dumbles had all three keys and access to two of them to fund his operations. The main Potter vault required a key and blood identification to open, so unless he brought Harry along, that had always been denied to him.

Still, Lily's and his trust vault would have supplied all the funds he needed as they were quite wealthy.

- Trust vault  (10,000 Gallons a year on his birthday.)
Current amount - 10,000

-Lily Evans Vault
Current amount - 82,700

It was a shame that there was nothing else other than money in her vault, but beggars can't be choosers. The storage room that Boppy made under Godric's Hollow should contain her valuable possessions and books. He was curious about how she amassed over 400,000 pounds, but it's not hard to make money with magic and half a brain.

The Potter vault was a bit more interesting. When Potter Manor was destroyed, everything undamaged was stored there for safekeeping until it could be rebuilt. Unfortunately, every Potter except for Harry was killed.

- Potter Vault
Current amount - 9,870,462
319 Books
102 weapons and armour (mostly decoration)
Furniture
Paintings 

Chad wondered why all the money was in Galleons until he realised that they would have had smaller currency exchanged before depositing it. Why would you store Knuts when you could change them into shiny gold coins? Well, unless you were the Weasleys. 

When Molly went to withdraw money for school supplies, there was a total of 1 Galleon and 58 Sickles. Now that is poor, the bank fees would be costing her more than she was ever going to put in there. Hell, she couldn't even buy Ron a new wand for 7 Galleons!

Anyway, Chad would have to make a trip to the Gringotts when everything quieted down. There was no rush as fees for vaults were issued on the 1st of January, so he had a few months before he was charged. Even though he was a millionaire now, he was still not going to pay for three vaults. Chad was a tight-arse unless it involved alcohol.

Now with a detailed list of his vaults, that only left Godric's Hollow. He sent Boppy off with the same task, but this time to bring back all books on mind magic, wizard law and pureblood ancestry. The pureblood ancestry books were simply to satisfy his curiosity and plan out his list of enemies. If they couldn't find any there, then pick them up from the Bank, there were several items on the list that looked like they fit the bill.

He would also need to pay attention to the Wizenmagot and see who walked free with bullshit reasons. Chad had a few plans brewing, but a lot of them relied on exploiting wizarding law. From what was portrayed in the books, the Ministry and Wizenmagot was a joke and shouldn't take too much effort to abuse for his benefit.

Tom Riddle really went about taking over the wrong way. Unfortunately, he never stood a chance, as he realised too late that he had been dancing to the real Dark Lords tune. He was only a puppet playing at being a Dark Lord, prepared for the job since he started Hogwarts. As smart as he was, he still missed that he was groomed to be sacrificed to solidify Dumbledore's image as the leader of the light.

It was nearly even the same regimen that was used to groom Harry Potter. Stuck in an abusive situation that Dumbledore wanted to help fix but was unable. Withhold important information, guided to the restricted section of the library to seek answers and for power. The kindly advisor that helped smooth over any problems that arose.

It was really sickening to watch when you knew what was happening, it was eerily similar to paedophiles grooming children. The fact that Dumbledore was gay and knew how to wipe memories gave Chad goosebumps, he would definitely have to set up his house-elves guard plan sooner rather than later!

Boppy appeared holding Chad's solution to future power, books on mind magic. The other subjects could wait until he had the basics down. After all, Occlumency was the key to unlocking eidetic memory. This would make learning everything else much quicker and with better results.

Occlumency was always neglected by today's wizarding world, and if it was ever learnt, it was only to combat Legilimency. They somehow forgot that it was mastering your emotions and memories, not just putting up mental barriers. For a magic system that effectively operated from willpower and was strengthened by emotion, it seemed rather idiotic not to learn and master Occlumency.

The ability to organise memories so that they could be recalled immediately was the dream of every academic. Chad had been pretty lazy in school, much preferring to play instead of learning. But once you are older, you regret not learning more as a child. 

Although it doesn't affect you much, another language, advanced mathematics, science or computer skills are always handy to have. Since Chad had already lived to regret not learning when he had the chance, now armed with a magical way to memorise everything, he was going to be king of the nerds! This wasn't even factoring in the things he could do if he also masted Legilimency!

By the time Chad reached Hogwarts, he would make Professor X look like a slack-jawed yokel that hadn't studied past kindergarten.

R.O.B was tired of reading about how Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore was the greatest wizard of all time and how he craps rainbows. 

He wanted to tear off the facade so that Dark Lord Dumbles is exposed for the villain he really is. To do so, he enlists the help of a like-minded geek and throws him into the body of baby Harry Potter when he was struck with the killing curse.


Started writing this for the Harry Potter Fanfic contest. Came third, had a cry, and now write between this and my TDG fanfic.


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A Harry Potter SI fanfiction.


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Sickness is a terrible thing. For years, Daniel lived a life of pain and suffering that would have broken a lesser man. Hopelessness, fear, and death surrounded him for as long as he could remember. Despite his tragic circumstances, he strived to live a life filled with hope and freedom, where he could die on his own terms. When one door closes, another one opens.

Legally,  I need to cover myself by mentioning I do not own Harry Potter and all trademarks belong to the author, J. K. Rowling.

Currently undergoing rewrite. 

Cover art does not belong to me.

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

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

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The whole incident provided me with a great opportunity to destroy Dumbledore's image or at the very least make people doubt Dumbledore. I wrote a letter to everyone's favourite reporter and told her the details of the many events that had taken place at Hogwarts this year. I can't wait to see what she does with this information.

Next day, the Daily prophet contained a long beautiful article that covered the whole front page.

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BOY-WHO-LIVED NARROWLY ESCAPES DEATH FOR THE THIRD TIME AT HOGWARTS
IS HOGWARTS SAFE FOR OUR CHILDREN?
By Rita Skeeter

We all believe Hogwarts to be the safest place on the planet. But Hogwarts has been the most dangerous place for the past few months ever since Harry Potter, the Boy-who-lived started attending the school. Harry Potter has faced multiple attempts on his life during his short term at Hogwarts and he has narrowly escaped death every time due to luck just like he did all those years back.

Just yesterday at midnight, he was attacked by a dangerous creature in the Forbidden Forest and would have died of not for a centaur saving him. Now everyone will be wondering what was he doing inside the dangerous Forbidden forest in the first place when students are forbidden from entering it. Well I was shocked after finding out the reason. It seems Harry Potter was attending a detention in the forest with his friends. 

Now you will be wondering what terrible crime did he and his friends commit for them to be punished this severely. Well it was a something small, the act of roaming out on the halls after curfew. We would think the professor will favour the Boywholived and not penalise him for something like this but it was the opposite. He was harshly punished. He and his friends were penalised 50 points each. This was severe enough but the professor was not satisfied, she wanted to punish them more and decided to give them detention in the forbidden forest.

Something like roaming the castle at night with his friends which many of us have done during our Hogwarts years earned Potter and his friends such a severe punishment. Makes you wonder if the professor was a you-know-who supporter and decided to use this opportunity to indirectly kill the boy for her master.

You would think detention at Forbidden forest was bad but this detention was much worse than a simple visit to the forest. The four first year students were tasked with finding a creature that was hunting unicorns in the Forest. Four first years who may not know even a single spell to be able to defend themselves were tasked with finding a dangerous creature in the dangerous Forbidden forest. Headmaster Dumbledore should have called Aurors for something like that.

You would think that at least there will be a professor to protect them from the danger but you will be wrong. The adult they had with them for protection was Rubeus Hagrid, the Hogwarts gatekeeper who cannot do magic.
 
It seems like Headmaster Dumbledore has gone senile with old age and started to believe the story books about the Boy who lived. He must have thought that Harry Potter will take care of the creature easily like he does in the books. We know he knew about this detention because without his approval a detention like this would not be allowed.

What worries me is the identity of the other children involved. The four children were Harry Potter, Madam Longbottom's grandson Neville Longbottom, Lord Malfoy's son Draco Malfoy and a muggleborn witch. Makes you wonder if this was a political move by Dumbledore giving a warning to the Light and the Dark side that he has their children in his control and they must agree to his demands in the Wizengamot to ensure the safety of their children at Hogwarts. We know that madam Longbotton and Lord Malfoy are not his loyal supporters.

This incident was not the only time that Harry Potter had a close encounter with death at Hogwarts. On Halloween a Troll somehow made its way into the castle and nearly killed him and other students. It was quick thinking by Harry Potter that saved his and another student's life. I wonder how a Troll was able to enter Hogwarts when Hogwarts is known for its strong wards that repel magical creatures. Another thing to consider is that there is no troll habitat near Hogwarts. Someone brought it inside Hogwarts. I wonder why Aurors were not called for an investigation.

Another incident where Harry Potter was nearly killed was during a Quidditch match. Harry Potter, the youngest seeker in the century was playing in that match. In the match it is suspected that someone was jinxing his broom as he lost control of it in the middle of the game when he was high above the ground. Only after a small fire broke out in the professor's stands did he get the broom back into his control. Makes you wonder if a professor was involved in the jinxing incident. We know that there is a Death Eater posing as a professor in the school.

Now you can see one thing common in all three incidents. All the three incidents happened due to the hostile actions or the negligence of the Headmaster and the other professors. It seems like Hogwarts is not safe for our children anymore.

My sources say that You-know-who cursed the Potter that night when he was vanquished. The boy was cursed to face many dangerous situations in his life. I believe my source is right. This is just the first year and already our children were put in deadly danger. If the troll had found a group of students before it was taken care of, we would be mourning the deaths of the children. Harry Potter still has 6 more years at Hogwarts. I am not sure if Hogwarts will still be standing by the time he graduates. 

For the safety of our children we must transfer them to other schools or expel Harry potter and let him be privately tutored like he was taught before joining Hogwarts. None of our children have his luck and will die when get pulled into the dangerous situations involving the Boy-Who-Lived. I hope the Hogwarts Governors get involved.

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I was amused after reading the article. I only gave her the information about the incidents and did not tell her how to write the article. It seems Rita skeeter cannot write an article without ruining the image of the people involved. I should have given her some guidelines to follow. I did not like her blaming Harry and an imaginary curse but there is nothing I can do about it.

Harry, McGonagall, Snape and Dumbledore. All of them were insulted and blamed in the article. Rita was not worried about the retaliation. It seems like she believes that her Beetle animagus form will allow her to escape and hide from all threats. I cannot wait for the aftermath of the letter. 

I looked around and saw that everyone was looking at Harry and blaming him for the dangerous situations. Harry was pale with fear. Maybe he was wondering if there really was a curse involved since for him it looked like his life was cursed. He was in danger everyday he was in the Dursley house.

I got some good reactions from the professors too. Snape was angry that he was blamed for the Quidditch incident. McGonagall looked pale with fear.She did not like being compared to a Death Eater. Quirrell was conflicted. Happy that Dumbledore was going to have a tough few months but worried that now Aurors will come to investigate. Dumbledore did not have the twinkling eyes and smile anymore. I think his brain is working in overdrive to find a way to get out of this situation.
 
I can't wait to see the reactions of the parents of the children and the Minister of Magic.

Disclaimer - I do not own the characters and the plot of the Harry Potter Universe.

A guy from our universe gets reborn into the Harry Potter universe. Read to find out how he takes advantage of his prophetic knowledge and lives his new life.

Alternate Universe so avoid reading if you like your canon characters and don't want to see theit evil side.

P.S. This is my first time writing a novel/fanfic.

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