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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. ====== Disclaimer I do not assert any ownership over anything. J. K. Rowling owns everything.

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130 Chs

Seeking Assistance

Harry shook his head and gave Sirius an indulging look. Sometimes he wondered who the adult was. Sure, Padfoot had loads of knowledge, but he was just so childlike that it was all Harry could do to keep him out of trouble. "Sure, Padfoot, I've got until classes end. I have to be back by then to help the others transform. But, we've got a few hours to kill," he agreed, getting up and donning his outer-cloak.

"Great," the dogman said and went to get his outwear. The two spent the day as truant teens chasing skirts. They even ran from the Bobbies once, which was great fun.

Remus' POV

Remus made his way to Amelia's office. He was careful not to tell why he was here, making sure to stay vague, yet firm in his need to speak to the head of the DMLE. He knew corruption ran deep in these halls, and he didn't want this to get out. He kept the ball in his charmed pocket, and finally reached his destination.

"Greetings, Madam Bones," he said, after he was directed in. He sat in a chair and looked at the harried woman. He was loath to add more to her burden, but it couldn't be helped. "How secure is your office?" he asked politely.

"Very, however it wouldn't hurt to check. Constant vigilance, and all of that," she replied with an arched eyebrow. They communicate silently for a few seconds, then she drew her wand and secured her office. The poor overworked woman fumed when she found a few listening charms and one scrying tool. With a violent wave of her wand, they were banished. She mumbled under her breath for a few moments, threatening people that weren't there. She then took some deep breaths and turned to her guest. "What can I do for you today, Mr. Lupin?" she asked warily, knowing full well he was about to add to her workload.

"How versed are you on the archaic?" the werewolf questioned softly, not wanting to offend, but he needed to know how much he was going to have to teach her.

"While the Bones' are Light affiliated, I had to learn the Dark for this position," Amelia answered, wondering just how much trouble he was bringing to her doorstep.

Remus reluctantly brought out the ball and placed it on her desk. "This is a horcrux. Voldemort's. Harry came across it, and he doesn't know how many more there are. Going by the gossip of Hogwarts, there were at least two more that have been destroyed. Now, if the… man went with magical numbers, that may be all there is; however, he might have felt seven or eleven were better," he explained with an empty-handed gesture and a shrug.

Amelia got a vexed look on her face, this was the last thing she needed. She just didn't have the manpower to go horcrux hunting. She was greatly tempted to march to the Department of Mysteries and make them deal with it. However, she didn't trust them to not do 'tests' on it and let He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named return unhindered. She was going to have to be very careful who she picked to help her, and they'd have to do it on their off-time.

"Is it contained?" was the first question she asked, after she concluded that this would be her responsibility.

"Harry says it is."

"And you trust the word of a child?" she inquired, looking doubtful.

"I trust Harry," came the firm reply.

She still doubted that a teen could contain a horcrux, so she waved her wand over the object and was relieved when it did come back as unbreakable. In addition to that, were a few more security measures she never would have thought of. There also seem to be some sort of electrical field around it, which she had no idea what it did, but, was wary about removing.

"Okay, I'm satisfied that it is held for now," she said, putting her wand away. She took the ball in her hand and rolled it around, thinking about what to do with it.

"Harry said not to melt it, unless fire it as hot as Fiendfyre, or it can't escape the room you're in," the greying-haired man warned, and then shrank back at the look he got.

"We are not novices," she snapped, and then taking a deep sigh she held up her empty hand in apology. "I'm sorry. You must understand, I've had a long couple of weeks. And now to learn that You-Know-Who is not gone, well let's just say, I'm on my last bit of patience."

"I understand. If you need any help, Sirius and I will be more than willing to lend a wand," Remus said with a patient smile. "He has the Black library, and I have a few friends who would not want you to know their names." He was very good a protecting people who counted on him. That and they were werewolves, so if she needed the help it would be under the cloak of darkness.

"I might just take you up on that," she said, wondering who else outside the Ministry could be of help. As she made plans in her head, she idly bounced the ball on her desk. Names and books circled through her head. She knew she might have to work harder at capturing Dumbledore. She was positive that man knew about this, and he might have more information.

"I'll just be going then," he said, watching her carelessly play with Voldemort's soul piece, glad that the ball was unbreakable. However, he was wondering if he left it in good hands. Then he shook his head, he knew Bones was a good woman, and a good Auror. No, he did the right thing bring that here.

Amelia seem to realize what she was doing, stopped and huffed. "Thank you, Mr. Lupin, for bringing this to my attention. I'll do my best to make sure that it is taken care of," she said as she waved the man out of her office. When he was gone, she picked up the ball, opened a painting of a baby badger, and put it in a Muggle safe. It was one of the safest places in her office, since the other staff had no idea how to work it, or what it was. They all thought it was a sentimental painting.

Attempting to clear her head, she took a few deep breaths, a Calming Draught, and meditated on who could help. Names ran through her head, but she had to discard many due to who they were affiliated with. The only name that repeated itself was Dumbledore. This was going to be tougher than she thought.

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