In the World of Harry Potter as a Metamorphmagus and my own House inputted into the Harry Potter world. Unique magic to my House not originally in Harry Potter, And some powers from other places.

A man pulled into the multiverse by a cosmic being, and made into the physical form of his Skyrim character.

Sent into a crossover universe of Harry Potter and the MCU, follow along as the newly formed Breton tries to gain the power to break free of the cosmic being.

*Disclaimer*
I do not own the rights to MCU, Harry Potter, or Skyrim. I own nothing.

Harry's POV
Harry: N-no.....NOOOOO!!!!
I feel Lupin trying to hold me back but I see Bellatrix smirk and hide into the shadows. When I break free I follow Bellatrix to a clearing.
Harry: CRUCIO!
Bellatrix: Ah! HOW DARE YOU!
I hear a faint, eerie whisper.
Voldemort: Do it Harry.....you have to mean it...
I turn around to see Voldemort.
Harry: Expelliar-
Voldemort: Petty....
Suddenly Dumbledore appears and knocks me to the side.
Voldemort: Dumbledore.
Dumbledore: Tom.
Voldemort: Nice of you to join us....
-Time Skip-
After our 7th year and graduating, I lost contact of Y/n. I don't know how it happened and maybe it was because of the Battle of Hogwarts. While I was thinking, Ginny walks in. 
Ginny: Harry, are you ready to go? 
Harry: Oh um yea. 
We use Floo Powder to get to Kings Cross Station. After we walk through platform 9 3/4, I feel Albus tug on my sleeve. 
Harry: Umm Ginny, Ron and Hermione should already be here. You go ahead, I need to talk to Albus. 
Albus: Dad....what if I'm sorted into Slytherin? 
Harry: Now why would you think that? 
Albus: James says I'm gonna be in Slytherin. 
Harry: Albus Severus Potter. You were named after two of the greatest people I knew. One of them was a Slytherin but your aunt, Y/n, she was also a Slytherin. Do you remember that story? 
Albus: Yes but she was Voldemort's daughter. 
Harry: No....she was grandma and grandpa's daughter. She was my sister....and she was a Potter. But even after this, if you really don't want to be in Slytherin, the sorting hat will take your thought into account. 
Albus: Really? 
He looked at me with hopeful eyes. 
Harry: It did for me. Now, let's get going. 
I grab his hand and we walk over to the others. 
Hermione: Hey Harry. Hello Albus. Excited? 
Albus: Yea. 
James: He's excited to get sorted into Slytherin. 
Ginny: James. 
James: Sorry mom. 
Ron: Oh well get going! You'll miss the train! 
Lily: Bye Albus! Bye James!! 
Albus: We'll write to you Lily! 
Lily: Promise to send me chocolate frogs! 
Albus: We will! 
Harry: We'll write to you boys every week! 
Rose: Bye mum! Bye dad!! 
Hermione: Bye Rose!! Have a nice time!! 
The train starts to move but then we see a couple with a young boy waving at the train. 
Harry: Look at that. Is that Draco Malfoy? 
Hermione: It is! Wow it's been a while. 
Ginny: And of course he's late. 
Draco: Sorry we lost track of time.
We see the boy hug a woman next to Draco before getting on the train and I squint to see who the woman is. 
Harry: Omg.....
Ginny: Is that.....
Hermione: Is that Y/n Potter with Draco Malfoy? 
Harry: Y/N!! Y/N POTTER! 
They look over at us but they weren't the only people who were staring at us now. 
Hermione: Oh keep your voice down! 
They walk over to us and she laughs.
Y/n: Well well well. If it isn't the famous Harry Potter. 
Harry: Oh drop the act. 
We both laugh and I pull her into a hug. 
Draco: Long time no see Potter. 
Harry: Yea. How've you guys been?
Draco: Oh well you know, just getting settled in.
Ron: I didn't think we would ever see the other Potter twin again. 
Y/n: Ah well it's Malfoy now. 
Hermione: I can tell. Congrats you two. 
Y/n: Looks like in the end, we all ended up together, didn't we? 
Draco: What is it now? Malfoy, Potter, Weasley, and Granger? A disgrace really that I'm related to you guys now. 
He smiles. 
Ginny: Why don't we talk about this at home and not in the middle of the station? 
Harry: Good idea. 
We apparate back to the house and sit down. 
Draco: So Potter, are you not going to tell me about my niece and nephews? 
Harry: Well to be fair, you haven't told me about my nephew either. 
Draco: Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy. Now your turn. 
Harry: Only one? Knowing Y/n.....
Y/n: Oh stop. 
Harry: Didn't you say something about wanting at least 4 kids? 
Draco: FOUR?!?!
Y/n: Oh whatever. Draco wouldn't have been able to handle it anyways. Now tell me about the Weasleys and Potters. 
Harry: Ok well if we're going oldest to youngest, James Sirius Potter, Albus Severus Potter, and this is Lily Luna Potter. 
Y/n: Wow you did Remus dirty. 
Harry: Oh he'll forgive me. 
Y/n: Will he though? 
Hermione: Oh and Rose Granger-Weasley and Hugo Granger- Weasley. 

Draco: How the hell do I have so my nieces and nephews!?!
Y/n: Well maybe we need to match the count now, Draco. 
She looks at Draco devilishly and Draco looks back at me terrified. 
Draco: Potter...help me.....

Harry: That's now your problem. 
Ginny: Well feel free to stay and crash at our place. Mcgonagall will know to send all the house results here tomorrow. 
-Time skip-
The next morning, we have an three owls swoop in drop envelopes in front of where we were sitting. 
Ginny: And Mcgonagall strikes again. 
Ron: Funny how she always knows where we are. 
Draco: Y/n, you do the honors. 
He hands the envelope to Y/n. 
Y/n: SLYTHERIN! YES! 
Draco: HE GOT SLYTHERIN!? YES!!!  
Harry: It runs in the family, doesn't it. 
Y/n: WELL YEA!!
Hermione: RON! ROSE GOT INTO GRYFFINDOR! 
Ron: WELL YEAH OBVIOUSLY! 
Hermione: She got the bravery from me.
Ron: Yea yea. 
Ginny: I'll open James'.....GRYFFINDOR!! 
Harry: YES! 
Y/n: Well could you expect any less? All Potters get into Gryffindor. 
Harry: You didn't. 
Y/n: Hey I have an excuse. 
Harry: Well now Albus had to have...
I stop mid sentence. 
Ginny: What is it, Harry? 
Draco: I swear if you say he got Hufflepuff or something-
Harry: Slytherin.
Ron: Come again? 
Harry: Albus got into Slytherin.....

In the world of magic, everyone is familiar with the characters like Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley but what if a new character was introduced? What if the stories were twisted and turned to form a new ending? It’s your choice which fate you will choose.

Dumbles was sad. He had lost two of his jobs, but was able to keep the most important one. He is still headmaster Dumbledore. The future generations of mages will go through Hogwarts, where he will be able to influence them to regain his power and maybe raise his house to become a noble.
Though he reasoned to himself what that this was just a hitch, he was still upset. Augusta had made him look weak by referencing his own quote about people slipping. She said they slipped because he had three positions, the equivalent of three full time jobs.
She also mentioned how he is 'getting on with age. He quickly realised that he was going to lose everything if he didn't act and so he decided to make a sacrifice by agreeing with her and spinning it as him retiring from the two positions of Chief warlock and Mugwomp of the ICW.
That move earned him enough good will for the votes to keep him in the position of Headmaster 'all I have to do is wait and Harry will come to me' he thought to himself, in his office, sucking on some lemon flavoured balls…
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By the time the trials were going, Harry was the owner of the daily profit as it seems Minister Fudge believed the 'ministry' was in need of more 'funding' and so, decided that the offer was too good for the ministry to pass up. He made sure to make full use of his new power over the people by dissing everyone that wasn't in his circle for their… carelessness and praising Lady Longbottom and Madam Bones for their relentless pursuit of justice.
And ending it by stating that if the Lord of a most noble and ancient house was treated like that, what would happen to the normal man? What would they do to you?
Needless to say the people were up in arms for the week the story was running. Harry even opened an international branch called the Modern Prophet, which Reports North American, Russian and European news and is currently breaking into the Asian Magical Communities.
Harry believed that Minister Fuck was dropped on his head at one point, because the bastard was dumber than a drum. He had a very powerful tool in his hands, and only used it to boost his popularity in the British magical community.
The leader of the future? Sure, if the future is a ditch six feet under. Question is how long before he can get Madam Bones to replace him.
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As harry thought about that Amelia was busy reconnecting with her old flame.
"YES, YES, OOOOHHHH GOD" Screams of pleasure can be heard from a room somewhere in 12 Grimmauld place, and had been going on for two days much to the displeasure of the old house elf and the silenced Painting of Walburga Black A.K.A Banshee Bitch, courtesy of one Harry James Potter.
It had been a week since the trials and Harry and Sirius used the time to connect and reinstate their families and inspect their properties. Sirius also kicked out Narcissa and Bellatrix from the family, while reinstating Andromeda.
He then made Harry his legal heir and left him to take care of everything else, while he went and wooed 'Amy' to end his over two year dry spell.
It was something Amelia was all too happy to accommodate, though she did play hard to get… just because.
Another matter was the Potter-Longbottom alliance is now the Potter-Longbottom-Black alliance, making Dowager Longbottom, who was once a political powerhouse, a political typhoon.
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Harry had moved to the old Potter castle and had it wards set up by the best warder in the country, himself. Not even a Bug can enter his property line without the wards picking on it. The wards were intention based and added wards that prevented the usual apparition, portkey and any space based magic by anything and anyone, without Harry's permission about ten meters into the 50 acre property and now, the moment of truth.
Harry stood inside the property line but outside the anti-teleportation wards and called "Potter elves, to me"
"…"
Nothing happened, so he tried again… and again, and on the fourth time, two elves appeared "who you and why do you call the potter elves?" one asked while the other nodded
"My name is Harry James Potter, Heir of the most noble most ancient house of Potter, and you are?" Harry introduced himself and asked
The little elves looked surprised "Niffy be Potter elf, but missy Lily no want elf" spoke the female elf, seemingly lacking the speaking ability of the male one "she give Niffy socks" she spoke with tears in her eyes
Harry was silent for a moment as he understood the situation "Would you like to be potter elves again?" he asked
The two elves froze for a second before Harry found his legs have extra weight on them "Please sir" spoke the male elf "Please" spoke Niffy while both gave him the best puppy dog eyes they can
Harry chuckled for a bit before answering "I would like you to work for me, but there are rules" he said raising three fingers
"The first rule is to never punish your selves.
The second is to never overwork yourselves.
The third is you would get one gallon a week and you would get one day free every week, but not the same day, until we get more elves.
The fourth is to always eat healthy food. At least three meals a day till you're full.
And finally, you must wear clothing that is fitting to represent an elf of the house potter" Harry finished the last rule while striking a pose with his head held high and fist in the air
The elves shared a look and shrugged, then turned to Harry and nodded
"Great" Harry exclaimed "why don't Niffy and…"
"Jimmy, sir"
Harry looked oddly at the elf "…Jimmy… go and find your living courters in the servants housing" he then keyed them into the wards "bring any free elf you know to me and I will bond with everyone tonight, ok?" he received nods from the two diminutive creatures before they popped away.
That night Harry Bonded with eleven elves, all willing and eager to serve their new master. Harry had then gave them their first command "rest for today and tomorrow, and then I want the rest besides Jimmy and Niffy to go around the world and find free elves and send or bring them to me" he spoke wile puffing his chest with his hands behind his back "If however the elves don't agree with the rules, then don't force them, let them be. You guys have a week to find as many as possible, after that, just come home" he finished with a gentle smile
With a flurry of clumsy salutes, the elves popped out to find more of them, to serve their great harry potter sir. Harry just chuckled and walked towards the Potter library to continue exploring the thousands of books in it
---
Semiramis truly believed her boss was brilliant. This motion was confirmed by his orders for her during the previous week.
She was once again in the US, and she was once again aiming for the criminal element's money, but differently.
You see many politicians, CEOs and other powerful people have illegal hedge funds in the Cayman Island, Switzerland etc.
What her master ordered her to do was to find these people, use the imperius curse on them, have them transfer the funds from these accounts to their Cayman Island one and then have it transferred from there to their Swiss account. Then she just has to obliviate them, and voila, several million dollars are in their account.
There was a bit more to it, like sneaking into their homes and controlling them while they were asleep so that when they wake up there wasn't any time skips. Another was having the 'victim' confounded to not look at their hedge fund till they needed it.
Needless to say, Semiramis was efficient; she closed, on average, three accounts per night. And the best part, no one can complain about losing an illegal account to anyone without condemning themselves.
Again Semiramis reiterates. Her Boss Is A Genius.
And the Billion she made that week confirms it.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything.

young man dies
young man meets god
young man gets NO wishes
young man is stuck with his Lottery
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this is a wish fulfillment fanfic. that means harem and some OP-MC things.
if you don't like it, bugger off

The story shows Key and Makai walking down the stairs,joining Harry with his friends and the Weasleys.
"Seems everything is going great,want to dance for a little bit ,the music is still playing", Key glowed,literally.
"Ummm...Key", said Makai,as she notice Key glowing.
"What's up?" asked Key,then noticed her glowing.'
Abigail notice Key's glowing too,so she tries to make it stop,but instead of her stop glowing the spell backfire and hit Harry.
WIth both Harry and Key glowing they disappear.
The story goes to Harry and Key appearing back in their bedroom at the Dursleys.
"What happened?" asked Harry.
"Well, what I can analyze somehow my powers got affected by somebody else's powers, and we landed here", answered Key, while walking around.
"Who's powers?" questioned Harry.
"Yeah, I haven't gotten that far, but it doesn't matter, because we are going back", Key admitted.
Key snaps her fingers, but nothing happened, she snaps again, but still nothing happened.
"It won't work,hello", said a mysterious voice.
Harry and Key turns around to see a little creature on the bed who has large,bat-like ears and bulging green eyes the size of tennis balls.
This shocked both Harry and Key, they close their door, so the Dursleys wouldn't hear anything.
"Who are you?" asked Harry and Key.
"Dobby, ma'am and sir, Dobby the house elf", said the little creature.
Before Key shakes Dobby's hand, she asks "What do you mean it won't work?"
"Oh! Far magic doesn't work around elves", said Dobby.
"Oh! That make sense", Key understood.
"So, can I ask you why you're here?" wondered Harry 
"Oh, yes, sir," said Dobby earnestly. "Dobby has come to tell you, sir… it is difficult, sir… Dobby wonders where to begin…"
"Maybe you should sit down and think how to explain it", Key suggested.
To his horror, the elf burst into tears—very noisy tears.
"S-sit down!" he wailed. "Never… never ever…"
"Dobby! Dobby! Calm down", said Harry.
"Please, not to loud. I didn't mean to offend you", Key apologized.
"Offend Dobby!" choked the elf. "Dobby has never been asked to sit down by a witch—like an equal—"
"You must not have met many decent witches", said Harry, with a kinda smile.
"Or wizards too", Key pointed out.
Dobby shook his head. Then, without warning, he leapt up and started banging his head furiously on the window, shouting, "Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby!"
The Dursleys and the Mason's can hear the banging from all the way downstairs.
Key moves Dobby from the window to stop that attracting attention from the Dursleys.
"Dobby had to punish himself. Dobby almost spoke ill of his family", Dobby told Harry and Key.
"Your family?" asked Harry and Key.
"My wizarding family, Dobby is bound to serve one house and one family forever…" explained Dobby.
"Do they know you're here?" asked Harry, curiously.
Dobby shuddered.
"Oh, no, sir, no… Dobby will have to punish himself most grievously for coming to see you, sir. Dobby will have to shut his ears in the oven door for this. If they ever knew, sir—" answered Dobby.
"Do you have to punish yourself for everything you did. That you wizard family say is bad?" wondered Key.
Dobby nodded.
"They don't care at all if you're in pain?" asked Harry.
"No, sir, sometimes they remind me of extra punishments", said Dobby.
"If it's so awful, why not leave? be free", Key wondered.
"A house-elf must be set free, sir. And the family will never set Dobby free… Dobby will serve the family until he dies, sir…"
"How awful", Key shakes her head.
"Yeah, these people almost make the Dursleys sound human", said Harry.
Key nodded her head in agreement with Harry.
"Can't anybody help? Maybe we…"asked Key, feeling sorry for Dobby.
Dobby dissolved again into wails of gratitude, after Key offered to help.
"Please," Harry whispered frantically, "please be quiet. If the Dursleys hear anything, if they know you're here—"
"We'll be stuck here...for...for...I don't even want to think about it", Key says dramatically, but is quite serious. "So, please don't be too loud".
"Harry Potter and Key walker asks if they can help Dobby… Dobby has heard of your greatness, sir, but of your goodness, Dobby never knew…"
"Oh no! I'm not that special", Key dodged..
"Yeah, the thing about my greatness is rubbish. I'm not even top of my year at Hogwarts; that's Hermione, she—" Harry nodded.
Harry almost forgot about the party and his friends.
"Harry Potter is humble and modest. Key Potter is kind and similar to her cousin" said Dobby reverently, his orb-like eyes aglow. "They speaks not of their triumph over He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named—"
"Vol", Harry said.
Key covers Harry's mouth before he could finish the word because she could the reaction that Dobby was about show if he heard Voldemort's name.
"Please...do not speak the name, sir", Dobby begged.
Speak not the name!"
"Sorry," said Harry quickly. "I know lots of people don't like it. My friend Ron—"
He stopped again. Thinking about Ron was painful, too.
Dobby leaned toward Harry and Key, his eyes wide as headlights.
"Dobby heard tell," he said hoarsely, "that Harry Potter  and Key Walker met the Dark Lord for a second time, just weeks ago… that you two escaped yet again."
Harry and Key nodded and Dobby's eyes suddenly shone with tears.
"Ah, sir," he gasped, dabbing his face with a corner of the grubby
"Harry Potter and Key Walker are brave, they have faced so many dangers already! But Dobby has come to protect Harry Potter, to warn him, even if he does have to shut his ears in the oven door later… Harry Potter and Key Walker  must not go back to Hogwarts."
There was a silence broken only by the chink of knives and forks from downstairs and the distant rumble of Uncle Vernon's voice.
"W-what?" Harry stammered. "But I've got to go back. It's all that's keeping me going. You don't know what it's like here. I don't belong here. I belong in your world—at Hogwarts"
"Why?" asked Key. "We can't stay here,our friends are there, if there's danger, we need to be there".
"No, no, no," squeaked Dobby, shaking his head so hard his ears flapped. "Harry Potter and Key Walker must stay where they is safe. They're too great, too good, to lose. If they go back to Hogwarts, they will be in mortal danger."
"Why?" said Harry in surprise.
"There is a plot. A plot to make most terrible things happen at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry this year," whispered Dobby, suddenly trembling all over. "Dobby has known it for months, sir. Harry Potter must not put himself in peril. He is too important, sir!"









"What terrible things?" said Harry at once. "Who's plotting them?"
Dobby made a funny choking noise and then banged his head frantically against the wall.
"Okay, we get it, you can't tell us", said Key, stopping him.
"Dobby, thanks for the warning, but there's just no way, we can stay here, we need to warn our friends", Key insisted.
"Exactly, they'll be worried", said Harry.
"Friends who you don't even write to Harry Potter?" said Dobby slyly.
"I expect they've just been—wait a minute," said Harry, frowning. "How do you know my friends haven't been writing to me?"
Dobby shuffled his feet.
"Harry Potter mustn't be angry with Dobby. Dobby did it for the best—"
"Have you been stopping my letters?"
"Abigail was right, it was an elf", Key gasped.
"Hands those over", said Harry.
"Not unless Harry and Key give their word that they will not go to Hogwarts this year", Dobby insisted.
"Not a chance, now hand those over", replied Key.
Dobby runs away after Key tries to get those letters, Key and Harry go after him.
Mouth dry, stomach lurching, Harry, Key sprang after him, trying not to make a sound. He jumped the last six steps, landing catlike on the hall carpet, looking around for Dobby. From the dining room they heard Uncle Vernon saying, "…tell Petunia that very funny story about those American plumbers, Mr. Mason. She's been dying to hear…"
Harry ran up the hall into the kitchen and felt his stomach disappear.
Aunt Petunia's masterpiece of a pudding, the mountain of cream and sugared violets, was floating up near the ceiling. On top of a cupboard in the corner crouched Dobby.
"No," croaked Harry. 
"Please… they'll kill us…" Key begged.
"Harry Potter and Key must say they are not going back to school—"
"Dobby… please…" Harry begged.
"Say it, sir and ma'am—" said Dobby
"We can't",Harry and Key insisted
"Dobby must do it, for Harry Potter and Key Walker's own good", said Dobby.
Dobby snap his fingers which makes the pudding levitate, Key freezes the Dursleys in time, and tries to grab the cake, but Dobby unfreezes everything and she accidentally hit the cake against Mrs. Manson's face. 
After the pudding hits the floor, Dobby disappears.
"Oh! I'm sorry, it's our niece—very disturbed—meeting strangers upsets her, so we kept her upstairs…" apologized Uncle Vernon.
Uncle Vernon shooed the shocked Mansons away, then gives Key a mop and tells her to clean every piece of pudding on the floor.

Harry, Key, and their friends adventures continue, but this year might be more troubling at Hogwarts with new friends, new danger, etc

Harry opened his eyes. He looked around and found himself in the same four poster bed he had in Hogwarts for those years. He noticed that his vision was perfect without his glasses. Frankly, his glasses only slightly improved his sight, there were still many blurry details. It was astounding how he was the best seeker at Hogwarts with such a handicap. Now, he can perceive details clearer than he ever thought possible.
He recalled the last few memories before sleep took over him. Memories of his conversation with Death, his death at the hands of Riddle, the Battle of Hogwarts, the hunt for horcruxes. Memories so deeply entrenched in his psyche, he doubted that even the most powerful memory charms would fail to remove them. He looked down at his body, smaller than he was used to. So, I did really comeback in time.
Tears slid down his cheek in remembrance of everything he went through. Death, betrayal, and conceit that were a staple in his life, now he has a chance to prevent all of that. Tears that fell in remembrance for all who laid their lives down to fight for a better future, who placed their belief on him to end the tyrannical rein of one Lord Voldemort. Tears that fell because he felt that he failed them, let them down and tears that mourned the lives of ones who died. Lupin, Tonks, Fred, the Creevey brothers, Lavender, Dobby, and countless others who fell resisting the tyranny.
But now he has an opportunity, one that could change the tides of history. An opportunity to prevent the dark blight from spreading across the Magical World. All he must do is make the best of this chance. He had fought before when he was blindly led like a sheep led to slaughter. Now, he knows better.
He got up, feeling lighter despite the gargantuan responsibilities on his shoulders. He looked to his right and checked the time; it would be a couple of hours before any of his dormmates would be up and about. He went through his morning ablutions, changed out of his pajamas, and sat on the edge of the bed, his back facing his other dormmates. Time to confirm some suspicions. He whispered softly, "Dobby."
With a pop, the excitable young elf appeared in front of him. Harry tried to hold back the tears that threatened to fall again; instead, he hugged the now very shocked elf close to him. Dobby's already large eyes widened to comical proportions, almost threatening to fall off his face. Dobby was stunned into silence, but he was happy.
To him, Harry Potter acknowledgement is the highest form of compliment he could ever receive. To him, there was no one greater, wiser, and more noble that the young Potter. What Dobby does not know, is that Harry Potter considers him amongst his greatest friends. He risked his life and magic to save him when he was under the servitude of Lucius Malfoy, albeit his extreme methods. Dobby assisted Harry with nary a thought nor request for himself. His ultimate sacrifice still stung him, and now to see him in the flesh, it was overwhelming. Harry took a moment to compose himself. I have been crying way too many times recently. With a shake of his head, he asked softly, "Dobby can you erect privacy wards around the two of us?"
Dobby nodded mutely and with a snap of his fingers, he erected the wards. Harry felt the magic around him thrum for a few moments, circling around him, Dobby, and his four-poster bed. He smiled at the still shellshocked elf. He indicated the elf to sit next to him on his bed and the elf slowly worked himself to follow Harry's direction. Harry cleared his throat, "Sorry if I startled you Dobby, " he saw Dobby try to deny but Harry simply raised his hand to silence him, and continued, "I just wanted to thank you for what you have done. I know you were high-handed at times, but you tried to help over the last year, even if that meant putting yourself at great risk."
Dobby looked at him awe, his tennis ball eyes glittering with tears. Dobby spoke shyly, very uncommon for the exuberant elf he is used to, "Yous no needs to bes thanking Dobby, Master Harry Potter sir. I is be doing what is right."
Harry recalled the words of the Headmaster after the Triwizard fiasco. Do what is right and not what is easy. Terrible shame that he followed through with what he preached. Still maintaining his smile, he said, "You did what was right and not what was easy. Dobby that makes you greater than many. You know, not many people have helped me before and after this Chamber of Secrets incident, I realized something that I have to do. I want to treasure those who treasure me. I want know if there is anything that I can do for you."
Dobby's eyes widened with hope. He knew that if he asked for what he wanted, Harry Potter being the great wizard that he is, he would grant him his wish. Dobby initially did want to be free, but it was to be free from the Malfoys. He wanted to choose his own master or mistress and serve them with all his heart. Then he heard that Former Bad Master and Still Horrible Wizard Malfoy wanted to open the Chamber of Secrets with the foul diary. The foul diary felt dark, dark as He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Dobby then pieced together that Harry Potter will be in danger. He took it upon himself to protect him. After observing him for a while, he decided he should try to be the house-elf of Harry Potter. Dobby looked down to his feet. While fidgeting nervously he asked, "Dobby wants to bes yous house-elf sir."
Harry looked at the elf who now seem to be looking for a hole on the floor to hide. Guess Death was right there. He let his eyebrows rose slightly and he gently probed, "Why Dobby? I thought you wanted to be a free elf?"
"Dobby be wanting to be an elf that chose his master. Dobby thinks Harry Potter sir would be the best Master that Dobby can have. Dobby was willing to wait for Harry Potter sir to bes asking Dobby to be his elf. Also, house-elvsies cannot be free elvsies for long sir. Wes be needing wizarding magic for our magic. If free for long, we die sir."
"What would you have done while you waited for me?"
"Dobby would bes looking moneys for his work and bes workings for families being no ones elf. If Dobby cannot find work, Dobby be workings for Hoggy-warty sir."
He took such a risk in trying to wait for me. Harry mused. All right, time to lay some ground rules if he is to be my elf. Stroking his chin, pretending to be in deep thought, Harry began, "I would love to have you as an elf, but I want to make a few ground rules if you are to be my elf. Can you wait here till I them down?"
Dobby nodded excitedly; the shy demeanor now gone completely. Now in place of the demure elf was the usual hyperactive and excited elf, and the only factor that held him seated is Harry's command. The overly excited elf looked like he ate one too many Honeydukes Sugar Quills and now is on a sugar high. Harry chuckled to himself as he got up and reached for some writing supplies. Death did say that I should writing things down. Let's give this a shot. Harry spent the next several minutes coming up with a few rules; all the while, Dobby kept looking over him for the slightest signs of whether Harry was done. Harry smirked at Dobby's enthusiasm.
Harry turned to face Dobby once he was done, who was trembling with anticipation. He held the parchment out in front of him and started, "All right Dobby, I am going to go through each rule one by one and after I read out a rule, you can raise any questions or concerns you have. Is that alright by you?" seeing him nod furiously, Harry read, "First Rule, if you want to refuse an order, free to do so. If you want to refuse a command because you are unwilling to carry out the command, please let me know and we will discuss together any alternatives. Remember Dobby, you are my friend first and your master second. If an order I give you is particularly dangerous or puts you in unnecessary danger, I want you to talk to me and then we will decide together on an alternative. I always want you to remember that I value your life just as much as I do mine. Do you have any questions?"
Looking over at Dobby, Harry spotted the overawed countenance he bore. Dobby squeaked, "Ma-Master Harry Potter sir thinks Dobby is his friend sir?". Harry smiled and nodded at the house-elf. Dobby quickly crossed the distance between them with a leap and squealed with excitement while hugging the stuffing out of poor Harry. Harry laughed at the antics of the elf and waited till he calmed down.
 Maybe I should get Hermione to change her focus towards promoting elven rights instead of freedom this time around. Judging by how even the elf who sought freedom from his family wanted to seek another to serve, any efforts to secure their freedom is lost on this bunch. Seeing such excitement from Dobby makes me wonder if there is a way that we can help these poor elves. 
Harry drew himself out of his musings as Dobby drew away from him and looked abashed. Harry chuckled, "Do not be sorry for letting your emotions out Dobby, there was a time in my life where I would have been just as excited as you were for having a friend. Hell, I still wonder sometimes if it is true good to be true. Also, Hermione always says friends are supposed to give hugs to each other. I mean she is smarter than the two of us put together. At times I think she is more brilliant than all the professors put together," they both shared their amusement at that, and Harry felt a brief pang in his chest, knowing that his best friend is currently petrified. They settled down and Dobby was ready for rule number two.
"Rule number two, you are not allowed to punish yourself directly or indirectly. Neither am I ever going to punish you for not being able to do something I told you. If you feel like you have made a mistake, error in judgement, or failed at accomplishing a task, you are to talk to me. We will discuss what we are going to do as a team, but never will I hurt you intentionally and neither should you try to hurt yourself intentionally. Nor should you listen to anyone who tells you to punish or hurt yourself, even if they said it is my order. Odds are, they are lying. As I said Dobby you are my friend and I do not want to see my friend suffer. When friends make mistakes, they talk about what happened and move on. I do not expect you to lose sleep over split milk. Do you have any questions?"
Dobby shook his head. Harry moved on to the next rule. "Rule number three, you will get an allowance of 20 Galleons per month and up to eight days of time off per month," Dobby looked to protest; he seemed insulted that he needed to be paid by his Harry Potter sir and don't even get him started on the time off. Harry held a firm expression at the elf and held up a hand to silence him. Harry explained, "Dobby, I know that if I try to negotiate a salary or time off, you will just protest and ask for the smallest amount possible. So, I came up with a different way to go around this. I will let you decide how much you want to take out as a salary up to 20 Galleons per month.
"I will let you make your own decisions about taking time off. If you want to work instead of taking time off, that is on you. The same is true in the reverse. Although, if you do take some time off, let me know when and how many days you are taking off. If you ever need more time off or gold, talk to me and we will sort it out."
 Dobby begrudgingly nodded and held his peace. Harry made sure to not ask if he had any questions. He felt a bit hypocritical since took the liberty to make the decision for Dobby. However, he knew Dobby would try to worm his way out of this rule, thus he needed to be firm from the get-go. He was observing for any signs of protests from the elf and the moment he saw one, he nipped the protest in the bud. Imagine trying to talk up most humans, magical or mundane, in salary negotiations. Or better, try negotiating unfavorably with a goblin, you would be out of gold before you can say Gringotts.  Harry chuckled inwardly at a mental image of Lucius Malfoy being ripped off by the goblins and being thrown to the dragons. I can only dream.
"All righty, moving on. Rule number four, if you have an opinion about anything, always feel free to let me know. I know that house-elves wield their magic differently than humans do so let me know if you can solve a problem or make things easier with your magic. By the way, this is not just for situations of magic, but also other situations. For example, if you have an opinion that I should buy something, I will consider your opinion when I make my decision. Another example: let us say I am stuck working on a certain problem, and you know the solution or a hint to solving the said problem, feel free to inform me what you know. All I have to say to you is that you are always free to express your thoughts. Do you have any questions?"
By this point, poor Dobby is emotionally overloaded by this point, it took him a few seconds to respond with a nod. This really must be the most I have seen him speechless in the entire time I have known him.
"Rule number 4, you are not allowed to tell anyone that you are my elf, unless I tell you otherwise."
Dobby's ears dropped; a downtrodden expression written across his face. Harry kicked himself, house-elves can be quite sensitive about topic like this, he should have taken a more indirect approach when laying this rule. Harry walked in front Dobby, knelt, and took his bony hand. Harry looked him straight into his tennis ball eyes. Before Harry could say anything, Dobby quivered, "A-Are you a-a-shamed to bes Dobby's master sir?"
"No Dobby, in fact I am proud to be your master. More so your friend."
"Then why do sir be not wanting Dobby to bes telling anyone?"
Harry grinned, "Simple, I want you to be my secret weapon, my right-hand man. There are two reasons why I want your association with me kept a secret. As you know, Voldemort- "Dobby let out a squeak at the name. Harry noted that response and decided that he will deal with that in another time, it would not do well to overwhelm him more so than he already has been. "- is still out there. The first person he would like to send to the afterlife is me. I know that you are capable enough to protect yourself, and I will not push away people just because that Dark Wanker wants to hurt me. No, you will be my secret weapon in aiding me end him.
"The other reason is actually in this castle, Dumbledore. I have enough reason to believe that he does not have my best interest at heart when making certain decisions. Therefore, the less he knows about you the better. He would think that the only help I have would be within the castle walls of Hogwarts. He would think that all my actions and influence will be limited to Hogwarts. While he is under that illusion, you would be the one gathering all the help I need and acting on my behalf outside the castle. You will be my right-hand elf, my hidden arm, and my greatest strength. Do you understand Dobby?"

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Evan saw Harry fall into the mud.
The rain poured down on Harry's face, his arm dangled in a bizarre angle. Evan hurried to the centre of the field. He didn't want to see Lockhart use a spell that gets rid of the bones.
By the time he crossed the crowd, Lockhart was standing in front of Harry.
"Don't worry, leave it all to me, children!" He said in a comforting tone, "it's just a simple spell that I've used countless times."
As he spoke, he rolled up his emerald green sleeves.
"No, no!" said Harry weakly.
But it didn't work, Lockhart was already casting the spell. A second later, he pointed his wand at Harry's arm.
It was too late to stop it, so Evan had to cast a spell to save Harry.
"Protego" shouted Evan
The next second, a red light flew out from the tip of his wand, and the light blue Spell struck Harry.
Perhaps this time his training was adequate, or maybe Lockhart was terrible at casting spelling. In short, everyone saw that Lockhart��s spell rebound.
The light blue bolt flew through the air and hit Percy, who was standing beside Lockhart.
Percy fainted, and the people around him gasped.
They saw that Percy's left arm, which had been struck by the spell, was limp and boneless.
"Oh my God, his bones are gone?" "
"Lockhart looked equally panicky. Yes, yes, sometimes that happens, it must be some reaction to the Protego spell that Evan cast and my spell. But don't worry, which classmate can carry him to Madam Pomfrey, she can help him. "
Fred and George gave Lockhart a deadly stare before they carried Percy to the school infirmary, Ginny was pale, with tears in her eyes.
In the school hospital, it only took a second for Madam Pomfrey a second to heal Harry's bones, but when she saw Percy's arm, she looked unhappy.
"What did you do to him? Poor boy, all of his bones are gone, and I need to regrow them."
"I'm sorry, Percy, I didn't think this would happen."
"It was an accident, Evan!" said Percy as he shook his head.
Evan, Harry, Hermione, and the Weasley family all gathered around Percy's bed, and though Gryffindor won the Quidditch game, no one was happy.
"It's all Lockhart's fault" said Fred.
"It's not his fault, it was Evan's Protego spell and Lockhart's spell that produced an awful effect," said Hermione as she defended Lockhart.
"Everyone knows that Protego only bounces back the spell," said George
"But…"
"Why are you still defending Lockhart, Hermione?"
"If Harry or Percy wanted to remove their bones, they would find a better way" said Ron aloud
"Everyone makes mistakes" said Hermione as she blushed "Lockhart was only trying to help"
"He wasn't helping, if it weren't because of Evan, Harry would be laying in this bed now"
"Keep quiet, children!" said Madam Pomfrey while she was carrying a giant bottle of Skele-Gro, "You should let him rest, re-growing bones is an excruciating process."
Said Madam Pomfrey as she poured Percy a cup and handed it to him.
Everyone looked at Percy's pained face as he drunk the potion, Ginny hurriedly helped him swallow it.
By the time Percy felt better, Madam Pomfrey had made them leave, the Weasleys had insisted on spending more time with Percy.
But Madam Pomfrey disagreed with so many people staying with him. Finally, Evan, Harry, and Hermione went back to the common room.
"Don't worry, Evan! "
Harry patted Evan on the shoulder and said, "It's not your fault. Percy was just unlucky "
"Harry, Professor Lockhart just wanted to help you, the problem was the crazy bludger, someone must have bewitched it!" said Hermione.
"But who…?"
"I think I know."
Evan pulled them to an empty classroom, and explained, "It's the house elf Dobby, he bewitched the ball."
Evan told him what he saw, and then Dobby suddenly appeared in front of them.
In the dim classroom, the three-starred at Dobby���s tennis ball sized eyes.
"What are you doing here?" said Harry while being a little bit surprised.
"Harry Potter went back to school." whispered Dobby sadly, "I repeatedly warned Harry Potter. When Harry Potter missed the train, why did you not go home?"
"Wait, how do you know I missed the train?" asked Harry suddenly.
Dobby's lips trembled, and he looked suspicious.
"Did you do it?" said Harry slowly, "you sealed the wall and wouldn't let us through!"
"Precisely, sir" said Dobby as he nodded his head "I waited inside, and when I saw Harry Potter, I sealed the entrance, afterward I Ironed my hands!"
He held ten long fingers with bandages on it for the three people to see.
"Why do you have to iron your hands?" said Hermione in a surprised tone.
"Because Dobby must punish himself, Dobby thought Harry Potter was safe. Dobby never dreamed that Harry Potter and his friends would find a way to go to school!" "
Dobby shook himself back and forth and kept banging his head, which made Evan wonder about Dobby's IQ.
"Hearing that Harry Potter was back at Hogwarts made Dobby burn master's supper! Master gave me a furry of whips unlike ever before, sir..."
"You almost got Evan, Ron, and me expelled!" snarled Harry, "you'd better go away before I strangle you."
"Dobby doesn't care!" said Dobby with a faint smile "Dobby has become accustomed to the threat of death, more than five times a day at home."
"Wait, who's threatening you?" said Hermione as she frowned.
"Dobby can't reveal master's name. Dobby can't reveal secrets of the master's family."
Dobby blew his nose on a corner of his dirty pillowcase while looking miserable.
"Why are you wearing that, Dobby?" asked Harry curiously, he wasn't as angry as before.
"This symbolizes a house elf's slave status!" said Dobby
"Slave?!" said Hermione as she frowned even more.
"Yes, Dobby is only free when his master gives him clothes to wear. People at home are cautious, not to give Dobby as much as a pair of socks because if Dobby is free, he would be free to leave home forever. "

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"What the hell is the Malfoy elf doing here?" he asked angrily.

"He's not a Malfoy elf anymore" Harry explained shielding the Dobby. "I set him free at the end of my second year" he added desperately.

The look of fury turned to one of confusion and then to one of amusement and the older man barked out a short laugh.

"Set him free did you?" he asked. "You'll have to share that story" he said before turning his attention back to the shaking elf.

"Who do you serve elf?" Arcturus asked bluntly.

Dobby looked sheepish and turned a deeper shade of green before he answered the question. He stood straighter and looked the older man in the face defiantly.

"Dobby serves the great Harry Potter sir" the elf answered in perfect English.

He turned to look at Harry looking slightly worried.

"When Harry Potter sir freed Dobby he had to find a new master quickly as Dobby was weak and he would die. Dobby bonded to the great Harry Potter sir knowing that Harry Potter sirs magics were strong and Dobby wouldn't have to serve him to stay alive" he finished looking nervous again.

"It's ok Dobby" Harry consoled the trembling elf. "All you had to do was ask and I would have agreed if it would save your life".

Arcturus shook his head at the pair.

"Just like Charlus" he said. "Making friends with creatures, it drove Dorea crazy when he would come home with another animal to look after" he added looking thoughtful. "Elf?" he said slipping out of his thoughts. "Can you get Mr Potter's things from wherever they are?" he asked, back to his usual tone.

"Yes Baron Black sir, Dobby will be getting it right away" the elf replied before popping out of the room.

Arcturus shook his head at the elf's personality and turned his attention to the boy who was still looking quite dumbfounded. He coughed to get his attention.

"Well if you're staying here there are things we need to get" he said. "We will take a trip to Gringotts, in disguise of course, and go to your vaults I'm sure there will be some stuff for you there. You need a couple of wands and probably clothes I imagine" he finished scratching his chin.

Harry was relieved at the thought of getting a wand, wait a minute wands. He looked at the man questioningly.

"You should always have a second wand" he said sternly. "It's not strictly legal but you need to be prepared for all eventualities" he said firmly.

"I'm sorry but did you say vaults?" Harry asked.

Arcturus looked confused for a moment before he snapped out of it and stared at the boy.

"When did you last go to the bank?" he asked.

"Not since second year" he answered confusedly.

"Ahh so you wouldn't be aware of your family vault yet. All families have a family vault Potter and as the last of your line you can access it" he explained.

Harry was shocked and excited at the prospect of what he would find in there. More than anything he was hoping for more pictures of his family and sentimental things to remind him of them.

Before he could think further Dobby popped back in to the room with his trunk in tow.

"Professor whiskers be sending master Harry Potter sirs things back to the fat ones" he said. "The fattest one was not happy to see Dobby" he added looking guilty.

"He didn't hurt you did he?" Harry asked worriedly.

"No sir" Dobby answered. "Dobby may have cursed him a little though and Dobby is not sorry" the elf said with some force. "Dobby be punishing himself if Master Harry Potter sir wishes" he said hanging his head.

"No" Harry returned firmly.

"Why would the elf curse your family?" Arcturus questioned.

Harry turned red with embarrassment before he steeled himself to answer.

"Well they're not very nice people" he said lamely pushing his hands through his hair.

Arcturus scowled at what he said and read between the lines. He felt anger rise within him but calmed himself quite well before he spoke.

4,927Chapter 4: Turning Dobby
Disclaimer: not mine. All Rowling's.

Information: all in italic is from Rowling's OotP.

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Turning Dobby

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Harry and Reg instead returned to Surrey, to a playground not far from Harry's home. There Harry looked around, but the day was a rainy one and so no-one was on the streets.

"Well, that should do" he said, pulling out a third wand and erecting spell-walls to prevent from noticing and listening.

"What are you planning now, S… Harry?" Reg asked, looking interested at the building magic.

"Those are awesome! Some of them even I don't know – and I am hiding for fifteen years now!" he commented, looking at the wards, Harry was setting.

"I may teach you sometime" Harry answered distractedly. "But now I have to do something else. I need someone I can trust to help me with my task."

"Hey! I am helping you – do you want to say you can't trust me?!" Reg said hurt.

"I know I can trust you" Harry answered, shaking his head. "You have been helping me ever since I rescued you – so why shouldn't I trust you? No. I need someone who can enter everywhere and is no-where found. I need a perfect spy and a loyal friend. As helpful as you are – even you have trouble to enter somewhere unnoticed."

"Well, yes…" Reg said. "But your description – how about Kreature? He is the old house-elf of my mother."

"And he is bound to your brother" Harry answered. "No good."

"Uh… yeah… but…"

"Don't worry. I know whom I want" Harry said and then called "Dobby!"

The next moment there was a crack and the crazy little house-elf appeared.

"Harry Potter sir is calling?" He said, looking up at Harry.

"Uh… yes, Dobby" Harry answered, suddenly not all too sure what to say. "Uh… are you still a free elf, Dobby?" he finally asked.

"Of course, Harry Potter sir!" Dobby answered. "Dobby likes being a free elf over being Master Malfoy's elf, yes Dobby does."

"So there is no way that you will return in the service of a magical being to replenish your magic?" Harry asked curiously. "Do you want to die?"

Dobby blinked.

"Harry Potter sir knows how house-elf-magic is working?" he asked astonished.

"Uh… yes I do."

"So Harry Potter sir called to bond?" Dobby clarified with a nearly mad gleam in his eyes.

"Uh… yes" Harry answered. "And I wanted to ask you to also ask Winky if she would like to join. I need some loyal house-elves to help with my quest."

"Harry Potter sir has need for Dobby and Winky?" Dobby asked again, then he suddenly grinned. "I's be right back. I's be fetching Winky."

And with that and a loud pop he popped away again.

"So that's your master-scheme" Reg said grinning. "Mad house-elves."

"I need someone who can contact me everywhere and without being noticed. Of course I had to ask house-elves. And about the 'mad' thing – you need to be at least a little mad to follow my scheme, don't you agree, Reg?" Harry answered while an evil grin flickered over his face.

"Hey!" the other one exclaimed, but Harry just continued to speak.

"I might have been able to work alone until now – but now I am returning to Hogwarts and the hot phase of my plan is starting. I need someone who can get my correspondence to me or bring me somewhere I am unable to go by myself."

"So you are hiring two house-elves." Reg stated. "Why two?"

"Because they are free" Harry answered shrugging. "And I might need them both."

"I know you better than that, Harry" Reg said. "So – why two?"

"To spy on my favorite target, of course" Harry answered. "And all the others involved with him. Maybe we will find some other allies on the way."

Reg sighted while shaking his head.

"Don't you know enough already?"

"It's better to be prepared" Harry answered. "I might know thousands of things about my enemies – but it's really better to still spy on them. They might change their way without you knowing when you don't."

"What are you, Harry?! A super-spy?!"

Harry grinned.

"Nothing like that" he answered. "But I have fought enough in my life to know that you need as much information as you can get – and sometimes such information will provide you even more then knowledge. There might even be some allies you can find while spying on your enemies."

"You are mad, Harry, definitely absolutely mad." Reg commended, shaking his head.

"Why, thank you" Harry answered but was unable to say anything more because at that moment there was a loud crack and the elves returned.

"I's been cleaning, Dobby!" Winky cried, trying to free her arm from the other elf. "Why's you bringing me away?!"

Harry looked at the female elf. She looked dreadful. She was wearing a dirty, yellow dress and had big bangs under her blood-shot eyes. In her hand was a dirty rag – what she had maybe used for cleaning just a second before.

"I's been cleaning! I's been cleaning!" she cried, sounding desperate and angry.

"And I'm sure you have done well" Harry answered to her desperate cries. Winky stop abruptly with repeating her phrase and looked at him.

"No" she told him, big tears quelling out of her eyes. " Winky's a bad elf. Not cleaning good enough."

"Good enough for me" Harry answered, extending his hand to her. "I want you in my family."

Winky stared at his hand, then at him, unable to understand at first. Then comprehension filled her eyes and they went huge.

"You's cannot want me, kind sir" she told him. "I's been a bad elf."

"I don't believe that" Harry answered, still holding out his hand to her "and I still want you."

Again Winky stared at his hand and then at his face. And suddenly her own face lit up, the despair vanishing.

"You's want Winky, kind sir?" she asked. "You's want Winky as your house-elf?!"

"I do" Harry answered, still extending his hand. And finally, with a face as bright as the sun she took his hand.

"Be part of my family, be part of my home. Service for magic, loyalty for loyalty, friendship for friendship, advice for life. So mot it be." Harry hissed softly.

Winky's eyes went huge.

Harry knew she had not understood his words – they were Parseltongue after all – but she knew exactly what he wanted from her.

And then she smiled.

"So be it" she answered and a golden mist came from her body and entered Harry's. The next moment, she glowed in the death-green light that were his eye color, then the light vanished and a very happy and healthy elf stood there instead of the desperate being before.

"Now I!" Dobby said grinning madly. Harry let go of beaming Winky's hand and extended it to Dobby. He repeated his sentence and after Dobby had agreed he also glowed in a green light before standing there like before, grinning madly.

"What's master like us to wear?" Winky asked him, still beaming.

"I don't care" Harry answered. "But I don't like rags or towels. And to tell the truth, it would be best if you would continue to wear what you are wearing."

Winky blinked at that and Harry could see that she was unsure what to think about that.

"I will need you as spies and correspondence in Hogwarts without the Headmaster or any other knowing about it" he explained. "When the need to hide will end, we will choose what you will wear for the rest of the service-time."

"Master Harry not likes Dumbly-dory to know we's being his house-elves?" Winky asked.

"Yes" Harry answered. "Because I need you at Hogwarts – and in Hogwarts there are just two kinds of elves: free ones and these who bonded to Hogwarts."

Now Winky grinned.

"And we!" she said. "I's will do what master says. What shall Winky do for you?"

"One of you will bring my correspondence to Gringotts or an owl-post-office and back from there. This one also has to do all the tasks I also may need, like shopping or delivering something. The other one I need as a spy. I need to know all about the Headmaster and his findings and planning. I will give this one a recorder to install in meetings. This one also will have to get the information about when and where the meeting is held and so on… It would be best if you would change positions in an unpredictable pattern, so that the Headmaster doesn't find out. When you don't have to do anything, return to Hogwarts and go on as if nothing happened."

Dobby and Winky looked at each other, then nodded severely.

"Yes, Master Harry" they chorused.

"Dobby will begin in this instant" Dobby declared, then he popped away.

"Winky will wait until I's needed" Winky said and then declared steadily. "I's will return cleaning!" And with that she also popped away.

"Super!" Reg declared as soon as the elves had vanished. "Now you don't have one insane house-elf, instead you have two! How, by Merlin, where you able to find the only two insane house-elves in the whole British wizarding world?!"

"I have been looking long and hart" Harry answered smugly. "If you would have looked, you would have found them also."

Reg shuddered.

"Luckily I haven't" he said, while following Harry, who was returning to Privet Drive. "Luckily I haven't…"

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Later that evening, Harry desided to look through the file he had gotten in Gringotts. The file were informations about the accounts of one 'Harry Potter' – a boy, who did not exist anymore.

Nevertheless the file was important.

Harry opened it and sorted through it. He raised an eyebrow at some things he found in there. The last time he had gotten a statement about the Trust Vault the original Harry had used, had been in 1981 after the death of Lily and James Potter.

Now the Trust looked a lot different. It seemed as if someone had thought about using some things in there for their own benefit. There was still enough gold left for Harry to be able to go to school but the gold that had been in there in case Harry was placed with someone else to raise had vanished. Of course it should have vanished as it had been in there for childcare.

The problem was, that the Dursleys had gotten just enough to pay for the original Harry's school supplies. The rest of the money had been used for the aftermath of the war.

"As if Lily and James had not done enough" Harry murmured while having dark thoughts. "No wonder the Dursleys do not like me or 'Harry'." The original Harry had been straining their money since he arrived.

Of course, Vernon had gotten a better job some years later and they had started to over-do it with Dudley but Harry also remembered a time when Dudley and the original Harry had been brought to Mrs. Figg so that Petunia could go to work for some hours. It had been Vernon's promotion when the original Harry had turned four that finally had started the life the Dursleys were living now. And it had been little Harry who had brought the trouble in their house…

"No wonder they resented everything magical after that even more" Harry thought. "That there was not enough left of 'my' parents' inheritance to even feat 'me' would support their beliefs that 'my' parents were jobless thugs."

Harry was relieved that Dumbledore had not known that the Potter family had more money then what was left in the Trust Vault. When the original Harry had been declared Dumbledore's ward the Potter Vaults had long been out of his reach. Harry was sure that Dumbledore would have used even more money for the aftermath of the war if he had had access to the Potter Vault.

"Well, I knew long before that Dumbledore was not to be trusted" Harry thought and turned to the rest of the folder.

In there was also a copy of the will of Lily and James Potter – and it clearly stated who should take little Harry in if they died. Of course, Sirius as Harry's godfather had the first place, but the rest had not even been considered by Dumbledore.

"Alice and Frank Longbottom" Harry read. He knew that they had gone insane some month later – but until then they would have been suitable guardians for little Harry. And after that he still would have been in the care of Augusta Longbottom – Neville's grandmother.

"Amelia Bones", Harry read next. "Well, she still is. There was nothing to stop Harry from being raised there." The last name on the list made Harry snort.

"Alastor Moody – that would have been a life" Harry was sure that Moody would have trained the original Harry to be an Auror as soon as he would have been able to walk steadily. "Well, everything would have been better then the Dursleys…"

But Dumbledore had not considered the wishes of Lily and James Potter. He had needed Harry where Harry had been raised – far away from everything magical.

"Well – it's time to lay out the facts" Harry murmured. Then he tucked out another parchment and wrote down a short sentence.

"My dear old friend,

The thief from three years ago has also stolen what you have lost fourteen years ago.

Your old friend

Me."

He smiled and sealed the letter. Then he calmly called for Winky and she took the letter away. Harry instead returned to his reading. He still had some things to do until he finally could leave Privet Drive for good…

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~29 July 2006~

"Ermmmm, what can I do for you?"
"Do you want me to clean you up?"
"What?"

I couldn't help but facepalm myself. The way Valerie says it makes her look like a prostitute who is offering some service to her soon to be a customer. I decide to walk toward the young Harry Potter and clear the matter before it causes a bigger misunderstanding.

"Phrasing Valerie."
"Phrasing?"
"Yes. The way you say that makes people misunderstood your meaning."
"Really?"
"Yup, let me do the talk."

I sit down next to Valerie and greet the boy who lived.

"Hello. First, let me introduce myself. My name is Lexian Vongola, and this little angel is my little sister, Valerie Vongola."

I give my hand toward Harry, who hesitates a little before taking it and says.

"My name is Harry Potter, but I'm guessing you already know it."
"Yup. The reason why my sister here is asking you about cleaning is your scar."
"My scar."
"Yes. Do you have a 'nightmare' about something weird like, for example, a dream about a man with two faces or a scene where you are in the forest?"
".... Yes"
"Good, then we are right. Your scar has a piece of the so-called Dark Lord Voldemort in it."
"What?!?"
"Yes. My sister here has a unique set of skills. She can see the souls of people. When he sees your souls, unconsciously mind you, she sees a black spot on your forehead indicating that there is a parasite on your forehead that is feeding your magic."
"... Can you destroy it?"
"Of course. That is why my sister asked you earlier. Do you want to get yourself cleaned?"
"Yes, please."
"Good. Let's go to our room. We will do the process there."

However, I see Harry standing there and not moving with his black dog, waiting for him to move.

"Harry?"
"How much the ritual cost me?"
"Ahhhh…. No, I will not charge you for this. Splitting someone's soul is a crime in the world of magic. Destroying the soul itself is good enough for us."
"I see. Thank you"
"Thank us later after we destroy that leech."

We walk toward our room before lock it up and let Medea secure the room with her magecraft.

"Valerie, please be a dear and clean him up, will you?"
"Yes, brother!"

Valerie walks toward Harry, who sits on the bed and gives her hand to him.

"Hold my hand."
"O-okay"

When Harry grabs Valerie's hand, it glows a little before I hear a shriek coming from Harry's scar. A second later, a black goo poured out from Harry scar, and immediately it trapped inside a transparent box made of magic.

"Done. This is a bad man."

Harry looks at the black goo inside the magic cube that contains Voldemort soul fragments that keep shrieking.

"Is that Voldemort?"
"Yes. Or at least his fragment."
"Fragment?"
"Yes, Voldemort has the guts to split his soul seven times and place it inside an item. This is the reason why Voldemort still alive."
"Then…. Does he mean he cannot be killed?"
"No, No, No. The opposite. If he only split his soul once then, he can keep his 'spare' soul to resurrect himself. However, because he split his soul seven times, we can call all the souls and kill him once for all."
"Can you do that?"
"I can't, but my sister can do it."

Harry looks at Valerie and blush once again and asks her shyly. It looks like the sky attraction has a stronger effect on her soon to be a guardian than I thought would be. I already feel his flame begin to awaken after Valerie touches him and uses her power. His flame is Lightning. I think that is fitting for Harry Potter as he tends to protect people he doesn't know or, as Hermione called it, 'Saving people' behavior. Lightning flame users tend to protect the other, especially their sky. If a Lightning has nothing to protect, then he will have a tendency that can be considered a suicidal action by the other.

"Valerie, r-right? Can you do that?"
"Of course!"

Valerie then clenches her hand like she wants to pray. A second later, I hear many shrieks coming toward us. I take my gun and get ready to fight if there is something wrong. Medea and Carol also do the same and get ready to fight just in case. A second later, I see another black goo appear inside their room, but this time, the foul aura of the goo releasing is twice as disgusting as before.

For a few seconds later, all the goo is trapped inside Valerie's magic cube. The souls inside the cube scream in pain as Valerie forcefully combines the souls into one. Harry looked at the goo in disgust.

When Valerie is ready to destroy the soul, I stop her.

"Wait a minute, Valerie."
"Mu?"
"Don't destroy it yet. I want Harry here to destroy it. He deserves to have his revenge against Voldemort after his parent get murdered by this twisted man."
"Un. Harry here"

Harry takes the magic cube and looks at it, confused.

"What do I do to destroy this?"
"Ahhh. I have an idea. Medea, can you create a purification rune to destroy the soul? However, let Harry be the one that activated it."

I look at Medea, who nods at me and says.

"Yes, Master"

While waiting for Medea preparing the rune, I walk toward the innocent black dog under Harry's feet and point my gun on its head.

"Now, let's talk about you. Who are you?"
"Wait!!! What are you doing?!?"
"This dog is not a real dog, Harry. I can feel a magic core inside his body."

A lie. I know that this dog is Sirius Black, the so-called infamous killer, and betrayer of the Potter Family.

"Now. How about you change into your human form, or do you prefer my little friend do the talking."

The dog then slowly changed into a man with black hair and grey eyes. He looked like a zombie from the movie.

"My my. The infamous Sirius Black. What a surprise."
"Please… Please… I just want to meet my godson."
"Godson?"
"Harry is my Godson"
"Yes. I can explain it."
"Then, please do."

Sirius then explains his situation to Harry. Meanwhile, I use my Hyper Intuition to see if he is lying or not. I don't know if this Harry Potter is a fanon where Sirius is an evil guy. Luckily he is not.

"I believe you."
"Thank you, Harry. Thank you."
"But how can we convince the Ministry to let you free?"
"I don't think you can."

I interrupt their conversation.

"The Minister or at least the Britain wizarding minister is famous for his corruption. If he can gain more political power by sending this man into an eternal torment inside the Azkaban prison, then he will do it immediately."
"But… The first time I met him, he looked like a kind person."
"Yes. Because you are Harry Potter. THE Boy Who Lived. He wants to make a good first impression on you."
"I-I…. What should I do?"
"Hmmm. We can test your way and demand the Minister to clear his name, or we can fake his death."
"Fake his death?"
"Yup, we can create a fake body that will last for at least a week before it dissolves completely… Or maybe we can go your way, and if it fails, we can fake his death."
"Then who are we approaching first? Approach Amelia Bones first. She is the head of DMLE. She can help you get a fair trial. Also, Harry uses your fame to persuade Fudge to make a trial for Sirius."
"I guess that is a great idea."
"We will begin our plan tomorrow."

As I say that I can see Medea already finished the preparation a long time ago. Medea looks at Harry and says.

"Walk toward the circle while holding the magic cube."

Harry walks to the middle of the magic circle while holding the magic cube.

"Now, push your magic to your feet. Imagine you pushing the energy inside your body and ordering it to move to your feet."

Harry frowned a little as he concentrated on pushing his magic to his feet. After a few seconds, I can see Harry Potter panting. I don't know if it was his magic that ran low or something else. When the magic circle shines, I can see Harry's body enveloped by light while, on the other hand, I see Voldemort screaming in pain at the purification method we use.

"That is disturbing."
"What? The process?"
"Yeah. I never thought to see Voldemort screaming in pain like that even when we are at war with him."
"Sirius. This method only hurts the twisted people like Voldy here. Look at Harry, he is fine and even looks at peace."
"Yeah, I guess it is still disturbing to hear Voldemort screaming in pain like that."
"I guess you are right. Anyway, you don't call Voldemort by his feared nickname 'You-Know-Who' or something like."
"No. At first, we call him that, but Lily will beat us, James and I, up if we call him by that nickname. Especially after we investigate that there is no curse in his name whatsoever. So we decide to call him by his real name."
"Heh. It's funny, you know… Voldemort is not his real name. His real name is Tom Marvolo Riddle."
"Wait. What?"
"Yes. You can ask Harry later. It looks like the ritual is finished."

True to my word, the ritual is finished, and the only thing left of Voldemort is white ash inside the magic cube.

"Good job Harry. Now let's talk about how we free this old dog."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

~01 August 2006~

*Albus Dumbledore POV*

There are a few things I hate in life. The first one is someone questioning his authority, and the seconds one is an unexpected event.

This morning I received a letter from the Minister to attend an emergency meeting. At first, I thought it was a usual tactic for Fudge to ask for more gold from the old family in the Wizengamot. However, when I saw the content of the letter, I couldn't help but choke on the candy inside my mouth.

The content of the letter is the invitation to attend a public trial of Sirius Black. Of course, I immediately go to the Ministry and go to the Minister myself. However, some senior Auror denied me entry to the Minister's room, saying that I don't have the authority to enter at the moment. Don't they know who I am? I'm Albus Dumbledore dammit.

So not only I don't know what is happening, the media decide to print the 'big news' about how the betrayer of the potter has been captured and will be given a trial.

I know that the Trial will end up in Sirius Black becoming a free man, especially if I can't bribe the Minister. There are also not many people from the Dark Family that know if Sirius Black is the real spy from Tom or not. So when they hear that Sirius Black is the betrayer of the Potter family, they respect him for it.

However, all of the titles Sirius has are false, of course. I know the truth. Sirius is an innocent man through and through. He is a true Gryffindor, after all. However, I don't need him as a free person. I need to be a fugitive that relies on me to hide him from the others. I need him to control the Harry Potter life. By making Sirius depend on me, Harry will also follow in his footsteps and rely more on me.

What should I do? Hmmm.

Maybe…. Yes. I think that should work.

I get up from my comfy chair and prepare to go to the Dursleys. I cannot let Harry attend the Trial, and if I can convince Sirius Black to stay in St.Mungo for 'mental problems,' then I will be perfect. Yes, after all, who can say no to Albus Dumbledore.

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