Harry Potter x Type-Moon Franchise x Code Geass
The Swirl of Akasha... the Root of all things... Reverse Side of the World is coming... war has never stopped... blood will flow and ash will fall... the strong survive and weak dies... only Holy Britannian Empire stood proud.

Join our MC as he is reincarnated into the wonderful world of Harry Potter!


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AND DONE! The 4th of July, 2020 is when this fanfic is completed!

12 Grimmauld Place 12, torture chamber, seven minutes and six Portkeys later
*        
Albus took a very responsible approach to his safety. He anticipated the possibility of being captured. Only for the dragon's eyes, all his secret devices shone a beacon in the night and brought him nothing but trouble. Thanks to Cutthroat, Albus lost a couple of medical artifacts. The knife cut out mental artifacts from his earlobes and left hand. A bone magic wand was implanted into one of the bones in Albus' forearm arm. The damage was roughly but reliably removed by Creighton. The tattoo on his back was also clearly unnecessary. Kreacher's assistant saw the Master following the Black tradition. Happily, the elf practically floated over the floor with a jammed smile and cloudy eyes. Especially today, the Lord has captured the strongest "Light" in Magical England. So, the Lord is the strongest Dark One! The true heir to the Black family!
        Finally, everything was ready for interrogation, Dumbledore's throat was poured with strengthening, Blood-Replenishing Potion, and veritaserum. He regained consciousness from the potions and stared at me and Creighton with blurred eyes.
        "Leave us," I told Creighton and waited for him to leave us. 
Let the interrogation begin! Three Quick-Quotes Quills are ready to record every word. Although I can always get a memory out of my memory.
"Where is the Invisible Potter Mantle?"
"How is it safe for an outsider to get it out of there?"
"Did you keep an archive?"
"Is it safe for me to take possession of the archive? Give me a step-by-step instruction!"
"Do you have any Horcruxes? Where are they? What kind of protection are they wearing? How is it safe for an outsider to take possession of them?"
"What are your plans for rebirth?"
"What do you know about Tom Riddle's Horcruxes?"
"A list of your living agents? The methods of communication? Code phrases?"
"List of your accounts? Code phrases?"
"List of your hiding places?"
"List of important people you've got compromise on? The nature of the compromise? Where is it safe for an outsider to take possession of it?"
"Your influence on Tom Riddle? Your plan to bring Riddle to power, briefly? Your plan to defeat the Riddles, briefly?"
"How did you frame the Potters?"
"How did you frame the Longbottoms?"
"How did you frame the Blackies?"
"Your plan to destroy the Ancient families?"
"Which of the Ancient Family representatives was eliminated? Go for a short walk on every occasion!"
"How did Arcturus and Signus Black be eliminated in early 1991, in detail?"
"How was it arranged that Cassiopeia Black fell into a magical coma, in detail?"
"How did you organize the troll and Longbottom incident?"
"What were your plans for young Longbottom?"
"How did you take over the Elder Wand?"
"What were your plans for Harry Potter, briefly?"
"A list of your dead agents? Compromise on them? How did you recruit them?"
        During the interrogation, the influence of the Veritaserum weakened twice. And I refilled the potion to Dumbledore, who still hasn't recovered. After the second time, the beard poured blood out of his eyes and ears. I saw that he didn't have much time left. It's a pity there's so much I wanted to ask, but he's too dangerous to let him awake. Without the Elder Wand, he remains a great wizard. This is the third time I've refilled Veritaserum, though Dumbledore's eyes are almost clear. I'll help him come to his senses in another way.
"One last question, do you think Hogwarts Headmaster is a powerful magical creature?"
   "In some ways, yes," in front of a sober man, answered the beard.
        With my left hand I grabbed the sheath, and with my right hand I drew the sword. I cut my left palm. With a clear movement, I ripped Dumbledore's stomach open. My left hand grabbed his guts and pulled him out. Then I wrapped Dumbledore's guts around his neck in two turns, strangled him a little, and looked into his eyes.
"That's for Black, Longbottom, and Potter, you bastard! For all the evil you've done them."
        The sword is the soul of a samurai. My soul is in a sword.
  "The will of the Black family, punishment!"
  And the Chief Spider of Magic England has left me and the magical world.
        But I will help him leave this world forever. Enjoying the sight of the defeated bastard, I left the cell. This memory, along with part of the interrogation report, I'll pass it on to Augusta Longbottom. It will warm her soul on long winter evenings.
"Kreacher! Clean this place up."
     *
    France, Delacour Estate.
    11 nights of the same day.
*       
 The house-elf found Alain Delacour in his office.
"Master, the house-elf, Monsieur Harry Potter, has something he would like to give you in person."
"Bring him here."
        Kreacher looked proud and well-groomed. The revival of the magic of the mansion breathed a second life into the house elf. He was wearing a pillowcase with a three-color camouflage pattern worn in the manner of a poncho. Extremely pleased with himself, he put a container in front of Delacour to store dangerous artifacts. One of the ones Alain got for Potter, and he put out an envelope with no inscriptions.
"Mr. Harry Potter, the heir to the Black family, ordered Kreacher to deliver the package personally to Mr. Alain Delacour, sir."
        Alain put on gloves and took the container in his hands.
"Your mission is complete. Give thanks to Mr. Harry Potter."
        Kreacher swelled with pride, bowed, and went out.
        Delacour thought and took off his gloves. Potter keeps his word. If he said he had a short conversation with the enemies of the family, he did. There's no reason for him to be dishonest. Alain opened the envelope and pulled out the letter.
         *
        Sir!
         
        I have the honor to report that the situation has evolved under option three Bravo. A meeting under option two.
             *     

        Option three Bravo. That means Potter captured Dumbledore and even conducted an interrogation that gave less than what was expected. Alain smiled. The boy wants the trophies, he's good, let him enjoy the trophies. Delacour threw latches on the container, opened it, and turned it upside down. The Elder's wand fell out on the table, jumped up, and rolled over it before stopping at the stack of papers. 
Option two, the meeting will be held if possible.
Delacour looked at the artifact. The meeting's a mandatory part.
 *   
    12 Grimmauld Place 12
    December 17th.
*
        Yesterday's day ended with two blood rituals to support the family and rest at the French lodge. The pause was over, but the problems remained, though it wasn't so bad. 
First, the great Light had two Horcruxes. The notorious deluminator, with which he was going to move into the red animal number six. And the wizard's grimoire, opened by blood. That's a great method! It almost guarantees that the wizard will get the Horcrux and that the blood will give the power to the Spider.
        Except that the revival procedure itself was designed to have characters that are now dead. Red cattle and Fletcher, 
There was one moment that personally alarmed me. 
Hagrid. In the canon, Hagrid enjoyed the "special trust" of the supreme prick of Magic England. 
"I would entrust him with my life." Everything that the greatest light says is disturbing. But that's okay, I'll pay attention to this moment. This sly man may have another Horcrux he can't remember. 
*
*
***
   Soon on the screens
Naruto Clones vs. Wizards
*
In the Hogwarts Express compartment, the kids were happy. Naruto talked about buying a wand and the very unpleasant behavior of the seller Ollivander:
"This insolent salesman asked me which hand I was casting a spell with! I told him that I don't do magic with my hands. I do spell with magic. I need hands for another business. It's not proper to be questioned."
Everybody laughed, even though no one understood what's so dirty to do with one's own hands. Parvati Patil couldn't stand it, so she said:
"I hope your hands will behave nicely in our society."
"Dear Parvati, I honestly confess that this summer I've been involved in something not quite decent. And quite often. It's just that I had to earn my own hands to buy new books. I like to read. I participated in sports competitions in the Arena."
"Wow! I've heard of that! Did you fight in the Arena? And how successfully?" asked Michael Corner.
Naruto modestly smiled and confessed:
"I didn't fight, Michael. Stupid and insolent troublemakers are fighting. Boxing is an ancient and respected British sport. I agree that boxing is inferior to fencing. Fencing is more useful for practical possession of a magic wand. But boxing is also very useful for health. I was successful."

No money, no Titles, no Superpowers. No MC. The story of the survival of an angry and insolent bastard. The story about how Harry is loved by two girlfriends. Hate and Fury.  
All/Most characters belong to their respective authors, I own no rights to them apart from the storyline.
I'm not a native speaker, so don't expect grammar perfection.
Schedule: 14 chapters per week. 2/day. 
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Not my novel, again this is a novel I found and like but I work long hours and do not have time to read so I decided to upload it so I can listen to audiobook while I work 

All credit goes to the original author ReluctantSidekick you can find him on Fanfiction.net 

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/12870119/2/

After saying my name everyone is silent and looking at me with shocked faces, this is definitely something that is hard getting used to. The first one to speak is the old Lady beside the boy called Lowell.
"Harry Potter… THE Harry Potter?! Merlin's beard, Harry Potter is in my shop. Charlotte what are you doing standing there! Bring young Potter to a stand and take his measurements, I will personally make his robes."
As I said my name, is saw something unexpected. The reaction of the workers wasn't it, although it isn't comfortable but I expected their reactions of them when introduced myself. No the ones that bewildered me was the reaction of the 2 brothers.
Draco just stood their looking at me, seeing if what I said was actually true. But Lowell was completely different, he had no surprise on his face and didn't have the same worship as all the other people, this gave me for some reason some relief.
"Well met Harry, I hope I can call you that? If you like, you can call me Lowell." For some reason Draco is now still looking shocked, but not at me. He has obvious confusion on his face.
"Lo are you serious?"
Lowell looks at Draco with a smile on his face and says.
"Yes Draco, I'm serious." I don't know what that was but it was obviously enough to end that conversation. And directly after this the older woman who I suspect is Madame Malkin says.
"Okay boys enough, young Potter please get on the stand beside young Lowell there, then you can talk further."
'Oh, o-okay Madame.'
As I go on the stand I pull my sweater off and a flexible ruler is already measuring my arms. Lowell directly after begins a conversation.
"So do you know which house you are going to be sorted at Harry, I can call you that right."
Huh? Houses? What has that to do with school?
'Of course Lowell, I actually prefer it instead of all the polite speech. And what do you mean with Houses? I though we just go to school to learn magic.'
At what I said there is an obvious shock.
"Well I am of course talking about the 4 Houses that represent the 4 founders. Slytherin, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff and Gryffindor, as you don't know about the houses, I can also say you don't know their traits?"
I just nod, and let him continue.
"Well first lets talk about Gryffindor, they say they are for the brave and heroic, although I don't say this isn't the case, I personally find this way to optimistic. Nowadays, they just head directly into trouble most of the time without even thinking about the consequences. Although there can be some bias on my part because of my family history"
'What do you mean with your family history?'
"Patience Harry, I'll explain it now. The next house I'll talk about is Slytherin. They are home to the cunning and ambitious, most if not all of them are from noble or wealthy families. I sadly need to admit that because they are people that will do anything to achieve their goals, their have been wizards that have gone on a darker path then the Law allows. But harry, I want you to know that not everyone in Slytherin is a bad person."
He takes a slight pause to let me take everything in. but before he continuous with his explanation he says.
"Besides, if you think someone is bad then that is an opinion from you about them, that doesn't mean they are actually a bad person. Maybe for someone else the same person is some precious family that they love."
I'm confused why he would say something like that, but I thinking I understand what he is saying.
'What has that to do with this?'
He smiles and answers.
"Nothing and a lot, it depends how you look at it. I just wanted to say, that people have a habit of just looking at their side of the story and basing their conclusions on only that.
Take history for example, it is written by the winners. Take a battle where you have 2 kingdoms, one defending and the other attacking. If the attacker wins then he is hailed as conquering more land for his people so that they can live in luxury, If the defender wins then he is crowned as a Hero, but it doesn't matter how the winner is called, the loser will always be the bad guy. You understand?"
After thinking about it, which if I really understand does have worth thinking about.
'I think I understand, not sure though.' As I say that I can see his face lit up.
"That's good, it is something very important so you don't have to worry as long as you remember.
So anyway, the explanation. Next is Hufflepuff, they are known as the loyal and hardworking, most people think all the people without any talent go to, but that isn't true, take Cedric Digory for example, he is a known talent in Hogwarts and is a Hufflepuff. The founder of Hufflepuff is the first headmaster of the school and their have been a lot of ministers coming from that house.
They are also known to be quiet the gossipers…"
'Wait? With gossipers? You actually mean gossipers?'
He looks at me like some weird creature. Well is it wrong to ask if a whole house is like that?!
"Well of course not the whole house… but I think I was quiet clear in my explanation."
'For some reason I don't want to be in that house…' As I say that he start laughing, so much that the woman asks him to stand still or the same will happen to him as his brother.
"Haha… Sorry, it is just I can see why you wouldn't with you reputation, you wouldn't be getting any sleep anytime soon in there. Just thinking about it makes me laugh."
After a little more laughter coming out he continues.
"Okay, then the last House, Ravenclaw. They are the people who seek knowledge and have creative minds, the founder Rowena Ravenclaw is known as the most intelligent witch to date. The house has its own Library, and is the only house where students from other houses are allowed in their common room, it is said that instead of a password the entrance gives you riddles you have to answer, if you don't know the answer you need to wait until someone come that does."
'Isn't that irritating?'
"Depends on the person Harry, I find it interesting, my siblings might agree with you though."
'Siblings? You have more?'
"A younger sister, she will go to Hogwarts next year, I do think she came up a while ago."
Now that he mentions it, that's true. I forgot that was even the reason while all that trouble started.
After a that the conversation just kept going, he gave me some suggestions on books that would help me adapting to the magical world, they were about common knowledge, etiquette of noble families, magic control, creatures and so forth.
As we are both almost done we see a beautiful witch coming to the stands, apparently just coming in, after she comes a little closer I can see a resemblance between her and Lowell.
"Hey boys, your father was done earlier then expected so he took Jasmine already to the Leaky Cauldron. Mary, how long until they are done?"
"A few minutes, we only need to write down their measurements to make the other pair so that they have some reserve at Hogwarts."
As the talk is done, Madame Malkin looks at me.
"Young Potter, you are also done. Would you also like to have a extra pair, they aren't really needed because of the enchantments, but it is by most preferred to have some spare with you."
'Uh, can they be delivered to Hogwarts.'
"Of course." Well that covers for not sending it to the Dursley's, I'd rather not get an earful when that package arrives.
'Then yes Madame Malkin, I would like if you did that.'
When I put my sweater on and am ready to leave, I  see Lowell, Draco and his mother waiting for me. And the first one to speak is the lady.
"Hello Mister Potter, it is a pleasure to meet you, my name is Narcissa Malfoy, and I discovered that you already met my sons, Lowell and Draco."
'Yes Ma'am, Lowell explained some things I was confused about, and also recommended some books to me to prepare me for Hogwarts.'
At my answer is saw some thing weird, just for a second I thought I saw confusion on her face but in a flash it was gone.
"That's good, and please call me Narsicca, it feels so distant."
'Uh-uh, o-okay.' My obvious shock doesn't seem to faze them.
"Well sorry to put the conversation short, but we still have a few places to visit. So until next time, boys say your goodbyes so we can leave."
The first one to come in front me is unexpectedly Draco.
"Goodbye… And sorry about in the beginning, but I think you have seen but you don't want to go in an argument against my brother, I'm supposed to be the oldest but I'm always on the losing end. You're lucky my sister isn't here, although it would be pretty funny."
I don't know what came over him but suddenly he is al lot more friendly and open to me, which is weird because he almost didn't say anything before.
'Apology accepted, let's start over Draco.'
I put my hand out for a handshake, which after a small pause is accepted with a smile on his face. After Draco steps behind his mother Lowell comes forward.
"Well Harry, I hope I have helped you in anyway I can, if you need anything in Hogwarts just find me and I'll see what I can do. Also here," And he takes a bottle with some red fluid in.
"This is a Nutrition Extract Potion, just put one drop of this in a glass and take it 3 times a day, me and Draco use this to give our daily nutrition that we need because we train a lot. But it can also be used to just get every nutrition you need, but do eat some solid food in between."
'Thank you Lowell, I appreciate the gift and you really helped me, If you didn't answer my questions I feel like it would be a while before I got them. And I hold you on to that offer.'
As we are saying or goodbyes for now, I didn't see Narcissa having the obvious shock when I said his name.
*Pov Lowell*
I feel tired, I was shocked that even Hagrid said the bare minimum, only saying vague things about Hogwarts and a little about Diagon Alley. Not asking anything about where he grew up and grading how his situation with the Dursley's is was also difficult, although from his reactions to certain things I can deduce there is physical abuse used.
At least I get a little break… or not.
 "Lowell, explain. What was all that?"
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Give your ideas, critisism or opninion in the comments.
I wrote this part in one piece, that's why it was so late.
I looked at some suggestions you guys and girls gave me, some said to make the chapters shorter and stack them up and I have several reasons why I don't do this.
1. I don't know how long the chapter is going to be until it is finished, I just write what I want and go from there, this is one part in my archive but it is around 4000 words so I split in 2.
and 2. If I would have extra chapters that I can stock up on, then that would be me writing more then I planned on my kinda schudel-isch thing I have going on right now. I'm not going to with hold any chapters that SHOULD be out on my opinion.
This isn't me saying that what some authors do is wrong, hell they are the ones who make some money on ******* because of it.
It can be that after the First year in Hogwarts I will take a break and maybe then right some chaps in that break. but that is for the far future.

A person with an abnormal high level empathy gets reincarnated as the younger twin brother of Draco Malfoy


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Washing all typos, wrong words and making it overall a smoother read.
So yes the story is currently in hiatus. I will also admit that I stopped writing for a while BUT I'm coming back in the future. If you want to know when I posted this, it was 09 June 2019

Harry scratched the back of his neck, gathering his thoughts. His insight had been more intuitive than reasoned, and he wasn't certain how to put it into words.
"That Tom freak was like a ghost—except ghosts can't suck life out of people, right? They're intangible, but they can't touch you either. You... can't have it both ways." He glanced at Dumbledore, almost expecting to be corrected. "That's why I figured he had to be using something as a medium. Ginny was holding this book, so I tried to burn it, and then Riddle told me it was his diary that he'd enchanted himself, and... you've seen the rest."
"You are a credit to your house." Dumbledore's gaze flicked to the sword in Harry's hands. "And a true Gryffindor, to boot."
"Sir?"
The corners of the headmaster's eyes crinkled. "Only descendants of Godric Gryffindor—in blood as well as spirit—are able to wield his sword."
He extended his hand and Harry passed the weapon back. Dumbledore scrutinized the blood smeared on the hilt, then Harry's likewise stained palm.
"Were you hurt, my boy?"
"Only a scratch." Harry flexed his left palm, grimacing at the stickiness, and pointed his wand to clean it off. "Tergeo. Yep, not bleeding anymore."
"Let us move on, then." Dumbledore tucked the sword under his belt and pushed off the carcass with a groan. He hobbled towards Ginny's unmoving body, Harry catching up easily and falling in stride.
"Are you alright, sir?"
"I am fine, Harry, although I must admit that was too much excitement for a man of my years."
As if to put him at ease, Dumbledore straightened his back and picked up the pace until they reached the comatose girl. He took the Sorting Hat—for that's what it was, now that Harry took a closer look—off his head and gently laid it on Ginny's.
A mouth-like rip opened above the hat's brim and it said, "The girl's mind is intact, Albus. She is merely unconscious."
The headmaster sighed in relief and bent down to gather her small body in his arms. He then turned to whistle at Fawkes, who was standing atop the basilisk's corpse and pecking at it with unmistakable pride. The phoenix swooped down and hovered in the air in front of them, beating his wings lightly.
"Please take hold of my robes as well as Fawkes' tail, Harry," Dumbledore said with a twinkle in his eyes.
Shrugging, he did as asked. When he touched the warm feathers, a strange lightness spread through him, and he felt like he'd float up at any moment. Then Fawkes pulled them forward, and Harry whooped in excitement as they flew through the Chamber, reaching the entrance in seconds and shooting up the pipe.
They landed in Myrtle's loo, and he felt a pang of disappointment as gravity took hold again. Fawkes trilled and circled them once, then vanished in a burst of flames.
"Ever the show-off," Dumbledore said fondly. He moved towards the door and Harry hastened to open it.
Stepping out into the corridor, Harry collided with somebody wearing glittering golden robes. He blinked and looked up to see Gilderoy Lockhart flash his award-winning smile at him.
"Albus, Harry! How good to see you two alive and well. I was about to go down there and look for you myself."
Tony stepped out from behind the opened door. "He wouldn't let me go get McGonagall—said it was too dangerous. Glad you're okay, mate." He punched Harry on the shoulder lightly.
"But of course!" Lockhart exclaimed. "As the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, I'm best equipped to deal with such threats. There's no safer place in this castle than at my side."
Dumbledore nodded graciously. "Your presence is reassuring, Gilderoy. Please escort us to the hospital wing as Miss Weasley is in need of medical attention."
Still appearing somewhat weary, the headmaster set off at an easy pace. Lockhart drew next to him as they walked and glanced at Ginny's ashen face.
"Young Ginevra is going to be all right, isn't she?" he asked in an uncharacteristically somber manner.
"She is," Dumbledore said. "Harry's sterling judgement and the ability to think on his feet saved her life."
"Thank god for that," Lockhart said, his smile returning. He wrapped his arm around Harry's shoulders. "Well then, young hero, tell me about your latest adventure!"
Wincing at the overpowering smell of perfume, Harry launched into a recounting of the events down in the Chamber. The professor and Tony proved an attentive audience, making awed noises and gasping at the right times, and he soon found he was enjoying himself.
After he described the way he'd stabbed the diary in a dramatic (and slightly embellished) manner, Lockhart finally stepped aside, allowing him to breathe easier.
"Marvelous, just marvelous," he said. "Fighting with a sword... not very wizardly, but certainly heroic. Baiting—no, battling the basilisk. I like the sound of that..."
Lockhart's voice dropped to a murmur as he fell behind. Harry exchanged glances with Tony and shrugged.
They entered the hallway which led to the hospital wing when fabric rustled behind them and Lockhart spoke again. "Oblivi—urk!"
Harry whirled around; the Defense professor was clutching his forearm which had a small knife sticking out of it. His wand clattered to the floor, and a pale Tony bent down to pick it up. Left weaponless, Lockhart retreated until his back pressed against the wall, eyes darting between the three wizards surrounding him.
"My word! Was it truly necessary to stab him, Mr. Goldstein?" Dumbledore asked.
"He tried to curse you, headmaster!" Tony said incredulously.
"Be that as it may, I cannot allow this to go unpunished. That will be one point from Ravenclaw and a detention in the kitchens. I hear the house-elves need someone to sample their new hot chocolate recipe."
Tony grinned. "Yes, sir."
"Harry, if you would do the honors?" Dumbledore asked calmly. "My hands are full at the moment."
"My pleasure," he growled, raising his wand. "Petrificus Totalus!"
Lockhart's body went rigid, only his eyes moving to glare at them. Harry turned his back to the man and ran up to Dumbledore, who had immediately resumed walking.
Tony glanced over his shoulder. "Will he be okay?
"The Body-Bind Curse has a little-known effect of stemming blood flow," Dumbledore said. "Professor Lockhart can stay there and reflect on his actions until Miss Weasley's and Harry's injuries are taken care of."
The headmaster's tone was light, but his posture was rigid and his face hard. Even knowing the anger wasn't directed at him, Harry unconsciously put some distance between them, falling in step with his friend.
"Where did you get the knife?" he asked quietly.
"I always carry it in my shoe. You never know when you're going to need a Potions knife."
Harry stopped walking. "Mate, that's just weird."
Tony glanced at Dumbledore before whispering, "Not as weird as this place. Tell me you wouldn't have liked to have one when Quirrel kidnapped you last year."
He nodded slowly. "Good point."
 
The next week passed in a blur. A pair of surly Hitwizards took Lockhart away, the petrified students were restored, and Harry was bestowed a Special Award for Services to the School. Saturday found him in Dumbledore's office, where the headmaster shared some speculation in regards to the diary and its nature but admitted to not having encountered magic of this sort before.
"Let us turn to brighter matters," Dumbledore said. "In the rush of the past few days, I have completely forgotten our trophy from the Chamber."
Fawkes lifted his head from under his wing and trilled sleepily.
"Trophy, sir?" Harry asked.
"The basilisk, naturally. I would like to donate its skeleton to the Museum of Magical Creatures—a specimen this size will be the centerpiece of the exhibition for years to come. Its flesh is too poisonous to be of any use, but the skin could be auctioned off to collectors. Our school's coffers could use the coin—perhaps Professor Sprout will get those additional greenhouses she has been petitioning for." Dumbledore smiled at him. "As you have contributed to the basilisk's demise, I wanted to get your approval, Harry. I know a noble young man like yourself does not care about rewards—"
"I'm not that noble." Harry furrowed his brows in thought. "Could I get a bit of its skin, maybe?"
The headmaster lifted his eyebrows. "May I ask what you plan on doing with it?"
"I want a souvenir," he said with a grin, "so I'm getting the basilisk made into a couch."
Dumbledore laughed heartily, clutching his belly. "That can be arranged. Come to think of it, I could use some new shoes myself."
"I also need somewhere to put it..." Harry trailed off as he came up with an idea. "Like a clubroom, perhaps."
Dumbledore nodded. "There are plenty of unused rooms in the castle. I am sure your Head of House would be happy to assist you on this matter."
 
Tony, Padma, and Su followed Harry outside the common room and to a narrow iron-banded door. He turned the handle and pushed.
The door led to a circular room with high windows coated in grime and cobwebs. Dusty wooden crates were scattered haphazardly on the floor.
"Ta-da!" Harry turned towards his friends with a grin, then sneezed and rubbed his nose.
"What am I looking at?" Padma asked, her arms crossed.
"Our new clubroom—Flitwick said we could use it to study and stuff." He glanced at Padma's unimpressed expression. "Er... if you want to, of course."
Padma stepped inside, waving the dust away from her face as she appraised the place with a critical eye. "I suppose I could use a little peace and quiet sometimes. At least until I learn to silence those giggly third-years."
Harry released a breath. "Great! Shall we get to cleaning?"
"Don't be daft, that's house-elf work." She cleared her throat and rattled off, "Tipsy, Winky, Floppy, Meeny, Petey, Ginny, Boopy, Pokey, Mopsy, Hokey, Gobry—"
An elf in a toga appeared before her with a soft pop. "Young miss calls Gobry?"
"We need this place cleaned up," Padma said without batting an eye. "Bring us a table and four comfortable chairs afterwards."
"It will be done in a trice, mistress," Gobry squeaked, bowing deeply.
He popped away, only to come back with reinforcements. The number of elves seemed to grow in geometric progression, creating a veritable vortex of dirt as they scrubbed every surface.
Padma stepped out of the room and shut the door. "There," she said smugly. "We should let them work."
Harry nodded, impressed. "I guess there are perks to thinking like a pureblood."
"Maybe we could convince them to deliver food and drinks," Tony said as they headed back to the common room. "No one would know."
"Brilliant," Harry said. "We should also ward the door so that only we can get in."
"And we need a name—something cool, like Arcane Tower or Forbidden Archive..."
Padma snorted. "Boys."
"The Roost," Su said. Everybody looked at her, and she ducked her head.
"Oh, because we're eagles." Tony nodded. "That was totally going to be my third choice."
"I like it," Harry said, giving Su a smile. She glanced at him before averting her gaze.
Padma rolled her eyes and shoved the common room door open. Harry trailed her absentmindedly until she stopped in front of the entrance to the girls' dorms and quirked an eyebrow.
"Was there something else?"
"Ah, right—I was thinking of inviting Hermione Granger to study with us," he said. "You know, to help her catch up."
A wily look passed over Padma's face. "Granger, you say. I've heard about her from my sister—she called her a stick-in-the-mud. Parvati would be so annoyed if I befriended her."
Su sidled up next to Padma. "Hermione is the top of our year," she said with a note of admiration.
Taking that as approval, Harry glanced at Tony for his input.
"We're talking about the girl who conked me out and had me impersonated using an illegal potion." Tony put his hand on his chin in consideration. "Yeah, I'd rather have someone like that on our side."
 
Harry ducked into the hospital wing where the recently unpetrified students were recuperating. Locating his target, he ambled towards her.
"Hey, Hermione." He sat down on the chair next to her bed without waiting for an invitation.
"Potter." Her eyes narrowed. "You aren't going to ask me to brew you Polyjuice again, are you?"
"No, I can take a hint." He grinned. "On a completely unrelated note, can I have one of your hairs?"
She gaped at him, then went for her wand, face reddening. "If you ever try something like that—"
Harry raised his hands. "Kidding, just kidding. I've actually come to invite you to our study group."
She blinked. "You are in a study group?"
He nodded, eyeing the pile of parchment on her bedside table. "You've been out for a while. I'm sure you can catch up on your own, but it's easier if you have help, right?"
"I do have help." Hermione put her wand down, still watching him apprehensively. "Neville gave me his notes. They're... adequate."
"Su takes the neatest notes for all classes, even History of Magic. It's up to you, though. I heard everyone who was petrified is exempt from the end-of-year exams, so it's not like you have anything to worry about." He also heard that Hermione took schoolwork very seriously, but she didn't need to know that. He stood and pretended to leave.
"Potter—wait." He turned around, trying not to look too smug. "Aren't you all Ravenclaws? I can't exactly waltz into your common room."
"We have our own place, a turret off the Ravenclaw tower. Come by after lessons tomorrow and I'll show you."
"Maybe I will," Hermione said carefully.
Harry whistled an approximation of the 'joined your party' jingle from Final Fantasy.
She frowned. "What are you doing?"
He coughed to cover his embarrassment. "N-nothing. See you tomorrow, then."
 
Harry swept his arm in a grand gesture. "What do you think?"
"A bit out of the way for me, but it's nice," Hermione said, looking around their spotless clubroom with a guarded expression.
"Great, everyone's here," Harry said, looking over her shoulder.
Padma, Su, and Tony filtered into the room, and he introduced them to a fidgeting Hermione. The three girls soon started talking about academic topics, while Tony made a beeline for their new couch.
"Look at that! When did it get here?" The boy brushed the rich green leather with his fingertips.
"The house-elves brought it in not ten minutes ago." Harry frowned as he recalled the way those jumpy critters kept apologizing for being seen. "Makes me sad, every time I see one of those creatures."
Hermione's head whipped towards him. "I thought I was the only one who felt this way," she exclaimed, abandoning her discussion with Padma. "I can't believe they exploit intelligent beings here at Hogwarts!"
Harry blinked. "What? No, it makes me sad because it reminds me that true elves don't actually exist."
Hermione furrowed her brows. "What are you talking about?"
"Elves—tall, beautiful creatures with pointy ears? Imagine my disappointment when I found out what passes for one in this world."
"You mean like in the Lord of the Rings?" Hermione sniffed. "Don't be silly, that's just fiction."
"So was magic two years ago," Harry muttered, slumping onto his couch.
Oblivious to the damage she'd caused to his fragile heart, Hermione peered at the piece of furniture. "That looks swanky."
Harry patted the leather, admiring the way it gleamed in the sunlight. "It better. Had it crafted from basilisk skin by order."
Hermione gasped. "The one Dumbledore defeated?"
"Dumbledore and yours truly, thank you very much." The entranced look on Hermione's face lifted his mood. "Want to hear about it?"
Hermione nodded, dragging her chair closer.
"Very well," Harry said, making himself more comfortable. "It all starts with me and Dumbledore at the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets, having discovered it after a grueling trial which tested our wits and endurance."
Tony groaned. "Here we go again."
"Shush," Hermione said, her eyes sparkling. "Go on, please!"
Padma sighed loudly, but Harry just grinned. "The door was made unbreakable by ancient magic. Only those who solved its clever riddle and spoke the language of the snakes could pass through..."
 
Harry wandered the Hogwarts Express, having lost Tony in the crowd outside. He kept peeking into the compartments until he spied Hermione, accompanied by that bloke who always tagged along her in classes.
He knocked and slid the door open. "Hey, can I sit with you guys?"
Hermione hurriedly put the book she'd been reading away. "I—well, yes. Come in, Harry."
He sat in front of the boy, who gave him a cagey glance before looking away.
"Harry Potter," he said, extending his hand.
The boy clasped it with a clammy palm and quickly let go. "Nevile Longbottom," he murmured, then looked at Hermione as if pleading for help.
"Harry's, um... a study partner," she said. "He's helping me catch up after what happened."
Neville nodded, pressing his lips together.
The train whistled and began moving, and Harry slouched in his seat with a sigh. An awkward silence filled the compartment, with the trio studiously avoiding one another's eyes. Beginning to regret joining the pair of Gryffindors, he looked around for something to talk about.
Neville's robes rustled and Harry's gaze was drawn to a fat toad struggling to escape the boy's pocket. He leaned forward.
"Wow, can I hold it?"
Neville's frown intensified, but he handed the pet over. "Okay... just be careful."
Harry put the corpulent amphibian on his palm and lifted it up to get a closer look. He poked it in the side, feeling its rough, dry skin.
"That's a rare one," he said reverently.
"Trevor belongs to a common species," Neville said, watching him like a hawk. "But, if you mean as a pet, not m-many people bring toads to Hogwarts, I g-guess."
Harry twitched as Neville's stutter made him remember Quirrel, and ended up prodding Trevor a little harder than intended. The amphibian puffed up, opened its mouth, and screeched.
Harry was stunned for a moment, then began laughing uncontrollably while Neville scrambled to retrieve his pet. Hermione decided that the best way to help was to yell and gesticulate, and the compartment descended into chaos.
"Sorry," Harry said, choking back laughter. He glanced at Trevor, now cradled protectively between Neville's palms, and chortled again. "I—I didn't mean to."
"I'm leaving," a red-faced Neville said. "You can s-stay with him if y-you want."
The boy slipped the toad into his pocket and did just that, slamming the compartment doors so hard the glass rattled in its frame. Hermione glared at Harry, then hurried after her housemate.
He stared at the door, then shrugged and sprawled out on the comfy bench.

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The council elders conferred amongst themselves for a very long time as the group of friends coped with what they were seeing. The five-ringed magic array had begun to dim. The elven mages manning the array fell to their knees in fatigue. 

Having to channel for so long, even with help, they were drained. Any longer and their mana would have hit rock bottom, shattering their potential to pass class-5 summoners. That would have been a tragedy. 

"Ray, you and Liam are familiar with this kinda stuff aren't you? You guys boasted all the time about being near pro-gamers and otakus. What do we do now?" King pressed them for answers.

"I don't know what to tell you man this is beyond me... I do mostly gaming. This is definitely more RPG though." 

" Yeah, remember those light novels Greed mad us read? The ones about reincarnating and all that jazz. This is like that. If... If I remember right they usually do this when they need help with some great apocalyptic shit." Ray answered Liam. They both gained some insight at the same time. 

"So what your saying is they called us to help... They won't try to kill us?  Good that means we have leverage. Those guards don't seem so friendly they keep glaring at us." King became calm very quickly. 

His chilled attitude and evaluation shocked the group a little. King was known for his slight anger issues. He was just as surprised after recounting his prior words. It was as if cold water poured over him earlier, bringing his mind to stillness. A balance. 
--- 
" Your Highnesses, what do we make of this? " One of the mythical middle-level echelons of the Faye spoke up. "You elves always make things interesting alright." 

" I'm sure the Faye could have done any better... " Another figure responded. They all hid their features, but it was clear these people were of high standing in their own clans. 

"No need to shift blame. We all agreed to this summons. For now, all of us shall retreat to our posts. The orcs wish to no longer be a part of this mess. Whether this human trash can help us or not is clear. " The Orc chief and his commanders withdrew from the room in a fit of restlessness and anger. They were clearly dissatisfied. 

" The treants send their regards as well. Thank you for the invitation High elders " A cloaked representative shifted into the shadows. 

The other ambassadors did the same. They left one after the other. All who remained consisted of frustrated Elves and some aggravated Faye. 
--- 
Three elven guards lead the group of friends through the halls of the archive. The building was truly spectacular. They had never seen anything like it. Only in movies could anything come close. After a few minutes of walking, they entered what appeared to be a library. But the shelves of books were endless. 

"This is like some Harry Potter stuff." Ray nudged Liam. They were shaking with excitement. 'Being sent to a different world was the best thing to happen to them since grand theft auto added orbital defense systems' he thought. 

" Yeah, but from the ears on the guard, this is definitely elven. What do you think this place is? Like their grand library where near infinite knowledge is stored? This is exciting. Do you think we will have to grind monsters or something? Usually, after choosing classes we start leveling in games anyway. "
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" Oh yeah, you're right man. Well if there are classes I hope I got the swordsman class. I especially chose 'The Sword' title. I always played the warrior in RPG/MMOs*."

Ray and Liam went back and forth. 

" Ah, you did 'The Sword'? I chose 'The explosion'. I love mage classes. Making things go boom!! Is my cup of tea. Also, if this is like a fantasy... Why can we understand these guys? " 

" Simple, most likely a power or something that comes with the titles. Like Omnilingualism maybe?  I want to start testing out if we can use magic. Think they will give us some great quest or something?"

" Most likely." They were whispering at this point and attempted to keep their voices down. 

The guards could hear them regardless. They were slightly irritated with the rambling but unphased otherwise. They quickly completed their brief tour of the grand and amazing halls, after which, they arrived before a door. The captain of the guard swung the door open and motioned for them to enter. Ray entered first with excitement and the rest followed. However, May stopped in the doorway before turning to asked hesitantly. 

" What will you guys do to us? " 

" Not my place to answer. " The guard captain gave a cold and swift reply as he to closed the door, forcing her to step back. In finishing their objective they marched off. 

" Well... What pissed him off?"

The five gathered and started to talk about what to do next.
---
" So what do we do about this mess? " 

" I vote we just execute them. Our laws dictate that they shouldn't even be allowed within the city much less the archive. "

" As much as I do agree with you on killing them. It would not be wise. You saw for yourself who told us to stand down. Those eyes could only belong to a dragon god. And the last time we went against one of their rulings, There was a purge by fire. No matter what array we used or how many troops we sent. The dragons are a force we can no provoke lightly." 

Within a well-lit room of conference, twelve elders sat around a round table and argued. Notably, their chairs were the same height. It was a small detail, but you could tell everyone in the room considered each other of equal ranking. Not to mention a roundtable alone symbolized unity. Of course, even when everyone here was considered the same rank small groups would split the council, with those who held conservative views and those who leaned towards slight change. But, for the elves, any change is too large a move to make. If the demonic humans hadn't become such a threat then they'd never reach out to the others and form an alliance.  Now they had to deal with humans from another world... It was just too radical for them at the moment. 

" How about we do this... Send some of our young Class-2 and 1 student elves of each class. warrior, mage and so forth with these humans and send them out to one of the human kingdoms that haven't been Demonified. " 

"Hm... " The room fell into deep thought. Like this, they went back and forth for at least ten or so hours trying to decide what to do with the humans. It was only after a comment from one of the guards did the council finally decide to go with sending the humans off to become familiar with the world. Their reasons were simply that, no matter why these humans were pulled to this world. They could be of help and it wouldn't hurt them if they invested a small amount of effort. Furthermore, these humans couldn't be trusted to reside in the elven capital.

"So, we have a conclusion. Toss them out."
---

Summoned to a new world and given the short end of the stick.
Love shall prevail or it shall be the guiding light. 

She never knew about him. He never got to be with her. However, not even the laws of the world will stop his sword. Not even the demons of hell will block her way. 

" Crush those who oppose " 
" Heal those who fall "

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