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New And Improved Harry Potter

When a wonky potion wipes Harry's memory, he turns into a sly and clever dude. Forget his old self – now he's all about outsmarting everyone and shaking things up. With his wits sharp, he's not playing by the rules anymore. Harry's newfound attitude shakes up the school as he refuses to be controlled. Expect plenty of foul language, a touch of character criticism, and loads of sci-fi nods. Harry's not just any wizard—he's a bit of a jerk. Get ready for a wild ride as Harry spins his own story, outthinking folks left and right.

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Perfect Vision

The next day the first thing the boy-wonder did, was fix his eyes. It was quite painful as they healed, like someone was scrambling them and then trying to separate the parts with a hooked needle. Perhaps, he should've asked Pomfrey. When the pain finally stopped, he blinked and smiled. "Perfect," he said the empty room, which he could now see clearly. He then made his glasses permanent with plain glass, so he could still use his map. He added some charms that could see through things and vowed to keep it to walls. No promises, he was a teenage boy, after all.

Getting up and dressed he met his friends and they went to breakfast. Luna came down, and sat with them, snickering to herself. When they looked at her inquisitively, she waved to the old looking women in school uniforms, who were coming in to Great Hall. They went up to the Staff Table and complained to Flitwick. They couldn't tell how it happened, since they might get in trouble. The professor waved his wand told them it would fade before their first class. The girls turned crone, went to the Ravenclaw table to much laughter and finger pointing. Harry gave the little blonde a kiss on the cheek for a prank well played.

 The gang didn't talk about anything important over breakfast, though Hermione did tell him what she thought of the books when she handed them back. He just shrugged and said, "Your loss," making her frown. And he handed them to Neville, who did his upmost best to not look at that one cover.

Harry hit Snape with the jinx, though he used what he knew of fifty style dresses. He could tweak it later to fit Neville's gran. It wouldn't activate until the middle of the man's first class. It would last a few minutes and then catch him again an hour later. He made sure to set it up so the times were random and the dresses were different.

Snape sneezed and glared around the Great Hall to see if anyone was paying attention to him. He didn't see anyone looking his way, but he was sure Potter was talking about him.

The rest of the morning passed with everyone, but Harry, going to class. The boy hero went to the library and turned in his borrowed books. He took a few random books off the shelves and tried to get the Enterprise to scan them. It worked; everything he even glanced at was added to the databank for Data and Spock to go over. They would pick out what was useless and evaluate the rest. He did this until Neville had his first break. Using his map he found the boy and dragged him into an empty classroom.

"Did you finish the book?" he asked, looking at his friend's tired face.

"Yeah, I got it all read by midnight. I have to say I've never heard of such magic," the exhausted boy said, taking the book out of his bag and handing it back.

"Great," Harry said, putting the book in his TARDIS pocket and then manhandling Neville to the front of the room. "Stand here and let me scan you," he all but ordered.

"Scan?" the shy boy asked.

"I'm going to see if I can… get a feel for your magic. Then we'll know what we're working with," our hero explained, as he let his magic roam over his friend from head to toe. His eyes widened when he saw Neville's core. It was almost as big as his. Now, he just had to boost the boy's confidence. "Well, we do have a lot to work with. You are almost as powerful as I am," he said with a huge smile.

Neville furrowed his brow at that. "That is good news, but then why doesn't magic work for me?" he asked, not sure if Harry got his 'scan' right.

"Let's see you cast a spell," Harry said, making sure his eyes never left the teen in front of him.

The sandy-haired boy shrugged, took out his wand and levitated a small statue. It wobbled and then slowly rose into the air. He deflated, and put it back down. "See, I am all Muggle," he sighed.

"Nonsense, it's your wand," Harry said after his crew gave him the analysis. The scans showed the magic leaving his core and then stopping at his hand. It would then trickle down the wand and slowly do what it was supposed to.

"My gran told me this is a powerful wand, it was my dad's. She said I should be proud to use it," the other boy debated. He really didn't want to give up his father's wand. There was so very little that he had of his parents. He was still determined to see if there were journals in the vault.

"Yeah, but for some reason it's not connecting to you. Here, try my tricorder," the dark-haired teen said, handing it over. His eyes once more fixed on the boy's core.

Another shrug and another spell later, Neville perked up. He could feel the difference. It still wasn't perfect, but that statue rose higher and quicker.

"See," Harry said excitedly. "Now we just have to get you to do all of that without one. The theory is sound. All you have to do is meditate on your core, follow it when you cast a spell and then channel it through you hand."

"Easy for you to say, I've been told all my life that that is impossible," Neville sighed. He wasn't going to get over his issues in one setting.

"Here, watch," our hero said, as he waved his hand and lifted the statue six feet into the air without any effort.

"Wicked," the other teen said, looking astonished. He knew Harry did different magic with all he had observed since he started hanging out with the boy.

"Right, you have to get to class, but tonight I want you to meditate. Get some books on Occlumency and build your mindscape. Then read those books I gave you this morning. And then we'll work on it some more. I have faith in you, Neville," Harry said, clapping him on the back and leading him out of the room.

"I'll try," the shy boy said, still not convinced that he was all powerful.

"Do or do not, there is no try," our hero quoted, though he had no idea where he heard that from. He thought it might be the guy Yoda from Star Wars, but did he read it or was it on the telly? He didn't know, so he waved it away. It was good advice.

His friend looked at him weird and then shrugged and went to class. Harry decided to go and see if his godfather scored.

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