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Harry Potter- Yeager's Rewrite [Dropped]

HPxSNK or HPxAOT Rewrite of the previous HP: Vengeance Eren Yeager transmigration into HP world, and he is here for a reason. . . . . . . . . . . . Tags- Tragedy, Transmigration, Professor MC, Devil, Slight Weasley Bashing, Original Characters, HP's new guardian, Wizengamot trials and meetings, Politics, Titan shifting & powers

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Ch1 The Jump Forward

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It would be appreciated if you could provide more power stones as they are the fuel to the story

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Chapter 1- Arrival

[First chapter OST- Suzume no Tojimari]

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*Ru-ru-ru-ru-ru-ru-ru-ru-ru, ah…*

He scratched his head, for the fifth time. 

"I am here"

*Ru-ru-ru-ru-ru-ru-ru-ru-ru, ah…*

It was bleeding through the bandages- applied where his left pair of limbs should have been. 

Mist emerges from the blood, thank the winter for that.

"Ah"

"Mommy! Mommy! There is someone-" 

'A child?'

From deep in the alley the man looks forward to see a blonde girl, no older than 10 pointing at her? Him? Whom?

"Agh-" The vision was going hazy and the balance was unbalanced.

*Thud*

'Why am I standing?'

'Why am I here?'

'What is the purpose of…my existence? of… me?'

*lubb-dubb*

The heart beats and answers.

The woman panics to see the grotesque scene her daughter is pointing at. She haltingly covered her eyes to point a wooden stick, her wand upwards.

*lubb-dubb*

Red sparks emerge from the wooden stick to enlighten the area, where more people follow her actions with their sticks in hand.

*lubb-dubb*

'Purpose?'

*lubb-dubb*

'Purpose?'

*lubb-dubb*

A splicing sound marks the arrival of two men, following them is a woman, each having their own choice of wardrobe.

*lubb-dubb*

The eye opened, blood covering most of it, but it opened wide.

Wide as it could be made open. 

'Purpose? Yes… there is no purpose.'

*lubb-dubb*

'It is not my purpose, it is not my destiny. It is not my justice.'

*lubb-dubb*

'Vengeance'

"Everybody calm the fuck down! There is a man down here" The elder of the two men pushed back the audience for the nurse to word down.

"Junior, push the civilian Wizards aside. Let no one enter the alley."

"Give me space Auror, you can do your investigation afterward, first he needs to be examined."

"Are you kidding me Pomfrey? The kid's dead. Half of his body is gone." But Pomfrey jumped at the slight turn of Auror.

"EPISKEY- Auror the man yet lives! Help me here." The older Auror jumped at the shout, for he was not having someone dead on his watch.

"EPISKEY ULTIMA- He needs to be taken to Saint-" "Understood Pompfrey, step aside."

The junior followed the senior auror in the apparating circle. 

"We have an EMERGENCY! Step aside folks!"

"EMERGENCY! What the fuck did you not listen toad faced shitface?"

"Auror Moody the forms need to be filled- it is standard procedure your senior Lord Crouch enacted in his period at the DML-" 

"If the man is not on your bed with your healers a second from now I will shove my 16-inch wand so high up your-" The dwarf healer was pulled back by his senior, "Sir we need him at least checked for the Dark Mark, You-know-who might be dead but his followers are not welcome by-"

Moody pushed the body in front of him "The man doesn't have a hand to be marked, for fucks sake do what healers do and leave the bureaucracy for me!"

The body was taken forward with the help of other healers and the two Aurors and turned into the hands of high healers of Saint Mungo's hospital.

The doors to the Emergency section closed down, and so did the eyes, voluntarily we might add.

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"Is he awake yet?" 

"He is, Auror."

The pink-haired Auror took this chance to inform her senior. And apparition resulted in the two Aurors presenting themselves not a minute after the message.

"I did not think Mad-eye would let a child accompany him."

"On patrol?"

"On anything. You are an intern, Nymphadora, not even a trainee." The girl in question had her pink hair turn red at the N-word.

The man opened the door to the patient, the case of whom was intriguing, to say the least.

"Good morning." 

"I am still confused as to why Mad-eye is putting so much of his attention here. I am practically living at Saint Mungo's for the past week."

Dawlish, the senior Auror who had arrived previously slapped Nymphadora jokingly. 

"You will address Auror Moody with respect, he is yours and my direct senior." He turned to the man in question, long hair neck down, leg and hand cutoff up from the joint and eye carved out, or blasted- not sure how.

"As for this, it is strange how you are not alarmed by such an incident, the prophet had reports from eyewitnesses, most of which were not exaggerations, by the looks of it he had lost more than seven liters of blood."

"People die all the time, John, it's been a week, almost ten days but the stories are not stopping, there were even talks of the minister coming down to here."

"It's Auror Dawlish to you, Nymphadora, and the Minister won't be coming to his undersecretary however will be giving some compensation to the kid- man? What is his age?- Anyhow- it's time of peace Nymphadora, not every day does a person come to Saint Munogs for emergencies- haven't been an emergency case for the last ten or so years." He continues

"And I thought your mother was a healer, Nymphadora, an average adult has not more than 5 liters of blood, the kid lost seven out of five."

Tonks remained silent for the rest of the time. The man was awake, and had been for quite some time, sitting but unresponsive to their conversation. His eyes remain dead, not quite dead, unexpressive will be a better expression.

"Hello."

"Sir?" 

The man turned to his right, his eyes- eye wandered to Dawlish and then to Nymphadora.

"The kid."

"Me?"

"No- the one who pointed at me, in the alley."

Dawlish turned to Nymphadora for her input, it was she and Moody on the scene in the official capacity.

"One of the witnesses maybe?" she answered the questioning eyes of Dawlish, unsure of who it was.

"One of the Greengrasses. The younger one." Moody gave a jumpscare to Nymphadora, Dawlish too but he won't be admitting that.

"She was brave, most would avert their eyes with the slightest scene of bloodshed. I would like to thank her if it would be permissible."

"Do what you want, we need some answers first, the healers gave us the get-go kid."

The man looked at his hand and leg, both gone, but there was no hint of regret or sadness on his face, probably due to the fact it was bandaged but still it was strange how calm the man was.

"If you would cooperate-" Nymphadora started with the bad cop strategy, one of the best to get the info from uncooperative suspects.

"I am twenty-four, no need to call me a kid, I have a name, and I hope you do too."

Dawlish chuckled, how the bad cop tactic had failed- rookie mistake to paint the suspect uncooperative without seeing such beforehand. This was a good sign for Aurors and embarrassing for little Nyphadora.

"Alastor Moody, Ex-senior auror as of tomorrow. This is senior Auror John Dawlish."

"I am Ton-" Moody hushed Tonks before she could talk. "Never give your name before you join the force wholely, intern." This made Tonks stare at Dawlish who turned his eyes elsewhere due to ranting her name too many times to count before everyone- hoping Nym- no, Tonks won't open her mouth before Mad-eye. 

"And yours?" Dawlish asked.

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"Eren"

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Next Chapter: Adequately normalisation 

Next to Next: Madame Irma Pince

[The next chapters are rewritten from scratch if you have any doubts about the rewrite. The rewrite aims to get more public interaction, power stones, and comments, and most importantly give you chills in future scenarios where goosebumps are needed.]