The last tear shed for the past

It's been a week since the troll-related incidents. The castle has returned to its noisy state.

Most students had gone to watch the quidditch game. Henry was sitting and resting under a tree near the black lake.

'Hagrid must soon receive the dragon egg. Though dragons are described as wise creatures, they are more savage in this world,' thought Henry.

Indeed, dragons were one of the most powerful predatory magic beasts in this world, but unfortunately, they were ferocious, except for very rare occasions.

'Alf will inspect, analyse and optimise about Parseltounge,' Henry commanded in his mind.

[Command received, starting process… estimated completion time: 1day] said Alf.

The reason he wanted to have Parseltounge was that it made healing spells stronger, and according to some of the fiction he had read, it made all spells stronger.

That would test the theory. If the truth wasn't cool, he would have early access to the Chamber of Secrets.

There was nothing he wanted to do in the Chamber of Secrets, not interested in the snake or what Salazar had left. With Alf, he could now create magic. It would add the entire Hogwarts library to the dataset. He was unlikely to have any mid-term problems after doing this.

Fop training was proceeding as planned. It was very difficult to train the talent, but you understood how valuable the result of each training was. He hadn't watched the anime completely, so he didn't know how much they were talking about how precious skill is.

The fop area was now barely a meter in diameter, and every inch was getting harder and harder. Henry was sometimes overwhelmed by what he was going to get. Everyone loves beautiful things, but if you had too many of them, they would be worthless. For this reason, he decided to act according to his needs.

He knew he was exaggerating to be prepared for what the future would bring. His favourite superhero was Batman. The man with no superpowers had knocked the Kryptonian down with his fists, it required respect for this man's intelligence and character.

Henry wanted action, he had a lot, but circumstances still tied him up. He had no choice but to persevere.

'I think the power is starting to affect me. Luckily I'm not in Star Wars,' thought Henry.

He kept thinking, 'It's not just power, it's so constrained and it's not something I'm used to being in constant danger'.

Knowledge was power, but it was also a burden. For example, he could befriend Harry and reap great benefits by making the world a much better place, and he could step aside from dangerous situations. It looked good in the short run. In the long run, the consequences of his actions would never leave him.

Once you get to the point where your ideas don't match up with the hero of the world, you become the enemy. Being hostile to the hero would affect the perspectives of the whole world.

Henry had never been very intimate with people, but he never denied the benefits society had given him. So he was minimising all the variables that could affect his life as much as possible.

Even though he was only halfway through the first year, he was pretty strong, he could still lose to the experts in one-on-one fights, but these experts were the icing on the cake.

He would lose against a group, he was a strong warrior right now. Henry didn't want to be a warrior, he wanted to be a one-man army. Henry was a big Naruto fan in his past life and his favourite character was The Ghost of The Uchiha.

Madara was just a dreamer, life had pushed him to the limit and he didn't back down. How sad it was to be a tool for someone else, but that's the problem with dreamers. They were easy to fool.

Henry's target in this life was Madara. He would reach Madara's level one way or another.

He would be as cheeky as Madara at that point. Henry was also a dreamer, but his dreams only included himself, and refused to trust anyone but himself.

He got out of his thoughts and went back to his daily routine. His training intensity increased. He didn't want to get stronger faster, he just wanted to refine his skills.

He sat in bed at night, thinking about the circumstances that limited him. The first was that he was a minor, the second was that he didn't have the financial freedom he wanted, and the third was the trace on him.

'The trace is a charm. I can easily detect it with Alf and remove it. I have to fix this problem by Christmas and then I'll steal money from some muggle gangs and make galleons, but before that,' thought Henry, and in his trunk, he looked at the photo his parents had given him. 'I have no right to upset these people, I already stole their children's bodies. I have to make sure they have a happy life from now on." Henry thought as he looked at the photograph.

He had no feelings for his parents, but in his past life, his family was everything. Some things wouldn't change even if you changed the universe.

Henry's plan for his family had changed: he would first show them dead, then create a new identity for them and place them in France. He would then hire Edward "Ted" Tonks as his attorney for the adult license application. After proving his self-sufficiency, he would buy a house with magical wards.

He couldn't do all of that over the Christmas break, but he could take some time off from school using his parent's fake death as an excuse. Everything seemed possible, and it was very likely that it would go as planned.

As an added precaution, he would make a Fidelius charm for his parent's old names after obtaining an adult license. Thus, no one would remember his family from their old acquaintances, and every person who wanted to reach them would have to reach Henry.

Those who reached Henry for his family would also meet their death. One of the reasons Henry loved Madara, he thought, was the values they shared.

With this plan, he would have achieved his home problem, his financial freedom, and his legal freedom. Adult licensing might have been tricky, but with the way the current ministry of magic runs things, it was simply a matter of determining the amount of bribe to pay.

No one would care about a muggle-born wizard who got an adult license at age 11. Under normal circumstances, it wouldn't be a problem if they didn't care. If circumstances forced Henry, Henry would find a way to take advantage of them. Not every war has to be won by force.

Henry was still staring at the photograph his parents had given him.

'Maybe I'm not your son and I may never love you, but your behaviour reminds me of those old useless things' Henry thought of his family in his past life. He closed his eyes and lay down on the bed and a tear fell from his eye.