Harry potter thinks he is an ordinary boy-until he is rescued by a bettle- eyed giant of a man, enrolls at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and wizardry, learns to  play Quidditch and does battle in a deadly duel.  The reason Harry Potter is a Wizard.

A random soul following a fatal accident awakens in the fictional world of Harry Potter, with no recollection of his identity or familiar faces, how will he overcome the trials and tribulations he is to face while wearing the body of a recently deceased Harry Potter.

Characters that are mentioned that are derived from the original book/movie series are intellectual properties of J. K. Rowling. This book is an adaptation of the original Harry Potter world, all chapters will be released to the general public, Patrons receive earlier access to the chapters.

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Hi Everyone I am Cyan Galesburg! And I am doing the breaking the fourth wall stuff again. You see, well I would always do the fourth wall stuff if I were in a dire state and If I'm in a really big mess... Just like what is happening right now.

Now I know what everyone means at this wizard saying 'wrong end of the wand point'.

"I didn't see anything!!"

I screamed as I saw him approaching me. 

Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived, the chosen one, the heir of Potter and black (if Sirius died in the future just like what happened in the movie) and one of the Golden Trio (are they still called the Golden Trio?) are currently pointing his wand at me.

His emerald eyes was glaring at me behind his round glasses. I want to regret everything that happened, I shouldn't have followed! It's true that curiosity killed a cat (or weasel in my case)

" You're Lying, Ron I know that you wouldn't stare at my face when you're lying."

Sorry, but I don't remember us being close. That was in the Movie but not this one. I want to say those words but seeing what he did earlier, I was freaking scared. 

I gulped, as Harry Potter keep getting closer and closer. I stepped back but find myself in the dead end. I'm now trapped with a wall behind my back. Behind Harry, I look at them. There Hermione and Neville was unconscious. Draco and his two sidekicks are also in the same state. Lastly, Ernie McMillan, Justin Flint-Flitchley, Hannah Abott and Susan Bones are also unconscious.

" It is not time yet...."

Harry Potter muttered and look at me. Is it an Illusion or I saw his eyes flashed red?

"Stupefy!"

I was hit by the spell and found myself losing consciousness. 

So how did everything turned into this? and now this is part where the Author do the Flashback.... 

......... 

Life at the Hogwarts is amazing but at the same time it was annoying. First week and everyone is keep talking about the one and only Harry Potter. 

" Did you hear what happened in the Potions class? " Justin Flint-Fletchley said while eating his meal. 

" Eat First before you talk." Ernie McMillan chided. " So what is it? " 

" I've heard that Neville made a mess during their double potions with the Slytherins earlier, thankfully the Boy-Who-Lived manage to stop his exploding cauldron from endangering everyone." 

" it is as what I've heard from Draco." Ernie muttered before continuing on eating. 

See? This is the part where the life at Hogwarts is annoying. Everyone likes talking about who and what. Specifically the Hufflepuffs, I've never thought of them as the type of people who liked to talk about people's lives. 

I have continued eating quietly while Hannah and Susan also added some additional information about the school life that happened this week. Somehow, one way or another, I found myself dragged into their group. As Ernest McMillan or Ernie as what he told us to call him, was my roommate. Together with Justin, He dragged us to meet his friends. Ernie was friends with Hannah and Susan. I didn't know that the three of them were friends, specifically childhood acquaintances. 

Susan explained that She and Hannah are closer since they were friends when they were just kids.

" you are still a kid." I pointed out and I got an annoyed stare and a laugh from the other three kids.

Being dragged into their group, I learned informations about them. Ernie was a Pureblood just like Ronald Weasley. It was weird seeing him treating Justin like a friend. I know that the kid was different from the other Purebloods, but it was hard to accept the fact that his grandmother was a Black and he was a somewhat cousin of the Ferret Draco Malfoy. 

Speaking of Draco Malfoy, In this first week, I have seen him constantly pestering Harry Potter with his two sidekicks. He keep trying to engage in a conversation with the Chosen One. Every Lunch and Dinner, I would see him at Harry's side while the boy-who-lived was quietly eating.

Harry on the other hand was different. Very different from what is depicted from the Movie or the Books. ( Guessing that the book and the movie are the same since I haven't read once) In the first week, I haven't seen him speaking or trying to engage a conversation with anyone. He made his stance on not talking about anyone when the snakes have been lurking on his side at the first day of classes. He glared at them but I know that it wouldn't stop the cunning snakes. But the very next day we haven't seen one of the snakes (with the exception of Draco and his Sidekicks) who tried to establish a connection. This Harry Potter was a loner with an Edgy and Dark Aura coming off from him. 

On Another Topic, Life at Hogwarts was amazing because of Spells and Magic! The Magical Stairs and Changing Corridors aren't Included. I have been lost and late at many classes because of them. 

On the Classes, In the double potions with Professor Snape, The Classes are normal and going well. We wouldn't hear him saying ' Ah, Harry Potter... Our new Celebrity' cause he wasn't in our classes. Snape has a neutral stance towards us with some occasional insult when someone made a mistake. The Hufflepuffs were lucky that the Ravenclaws is the one who was our joint classmates in the Double Potions. They were a decent classmates if you didn't mind the fact that they are so competitive with each other. The way that they keep raising their hands eagerly at every questions has traumatized some first year Hufflepuffs. Some Hufflepuffs has found glares at their backs when they are called during classes. Unfortunately, I also landed in such situation. It started with Professor Snape noticing me. All of the classes, I've been quiet and have been making myself to be non noticeable by the Professors. In the end, I was questioned and answered correctly. Professor Snape frowned and I know that I have made a mistake. 

I haven't forgotten the Role playing task that I need to do as Ron Weasley. Talking with children and the first year hufflepuffs are fine. I just need to act like a child and do Ronald Weasley's love for food. Talking to adults was a big NO. They would obviously notice that something is wrong. Also, I was making an effort to avoid Ronald Weasley's Older Brothers. 5th year prefect and head boy Percy Ignatius Weasley has approached me once in the morning (during my third day at classes) and told me that I don't need to be disappointed since I wasn't put into the Gryffindor. That time, I got glares again coming from Cedric Diggory who happened to pass by in the common room and the Older Hufflepuffs. After saying those words, he started giving me many advices and very long reminders. All of it has leaked out of my brain and ears. He also said that when he wasn't busy and have a free time he would visit me. It could also be the other way around. 

" Ron, you can go to the Gryffindor if you have problems and visit me. Got it? " 

".... Sure." 

I lied. It was a negative 100% chance that I would take my time talking with you. 

Ronald Weasley Other brothers (Twin Brothers) Gred and Feorge or Fred and George has also approached me many many times. They keep teasing me and laughing since I got into the Hufflepuff. They would just appear out of nowhere and took their time to tease or sometimes play a prank on their little brother. I've always trying to avoid them but no matter what I do, they always found me. The Marauder's Map is the one to blame on that matter. 

All in all, I've been doing well in the class minus being notice in the Double Potions. The Flying Lessons with the Ravenclaw as our classmates was alright and fine. There are no accidents unlike The Gryffindor and Slytherin. The Accident that happened was worst than the Movie. Two of the Slytherins and Neville has got into an Accident. 

My first week is peaceful, I have panic first when I learned that Harry Potter got into the Slytherin and I was sorted into the Hufflepuff. But now, I think this is better. I was now in the sidelines and I wouldn't worry what would happen to Harry Potter and his chosen companions in the future. As long as I survive for a minimum of 5 years my task is completed and try hard acting the part of Ronald Weasley every day even through I am now in the Hufflepuff, Everything would turn out safe and okay. 

You know what readers, I think this is the part where I have unknowingly jinxed myself again... I am now required to look for a spell that can break jinxes. If I don't do something with this mouth of mine, sooner or later I would found myself at a misfortunate situation.

This is a journey of an unfortunate high schooler who was dragged into a Ridiculous Situation by the System.

[Take it or Die.]

His life was at stake he have no choice but put up with the System. It sounded simple as first, do some task and act his Role as a character wholeheartedly but what the heck?!

He doesn't want to live in a Fanfiction!!


Warnings: Cliche things about the Fanfiction Fandoms

Note: English isn't my first language. Please expect that there would be wrong grammar, sentences and typos.

Slow pace story and the flow of story depends on my mood and inspiration. 

I'm just a newbie writer and this is the very first fanfiction that I've written here in web novel. I'm sorry if the Story is shitty and other things like that. If you're looking for a decent story, this isn't the Fanfiction for you. 

Suggestions on how to write a good fanfiction is welcome. I may ended up in the hospital if comments on how I suck on writing fanfiction continues. Well, it was painful for my heart to read but I will bear with writing and try to update everyday. 


Story clues:

Act 1: Harry Potter- 'Surviving' as Ron Weasley

Act 2: Naruto- I'm just an Oblivious Civilian.. I'm not seeing Naruto, Sakura and Sasuke so close together and so OP!

Act 3: High School Dxd- I don't care what happened... The hell why is there two Protagonist fighting for the Harem?! 

Act 4: Fairy Tail- Sorry I've never heard of you.. 
Act 5: Assassination Classroom + (spoiler crossover) - I thought that everything would happen like it was supposed to be but the system pulled a Mafia! 

Act 6: Swort Art- There was a Random NPC.. 

Act 7: Fate....

❤Ω❤Quote of the Chapter: Now I'm about to give you my heart but remember this one thing: I've never been in love before so you gotta go easy on me…~Big Time Rush & Jordin Sparks
❤Ω❤Theme Song for Chapter: Count on You by Big Time Rush ft. Jordin Sparks

Harmony's POV

When I get to my dorm room April is sitting on the bottom bunk bed painting her fingernails and Yuna and Tia are both sitting on the floor's mat painting theirs.
"Hey Harmony" April smiles as I close the door behind me.
"Hey uhm, where you guys going?" I ask noticing how they were getting all manicured up.
I guess they are about to attend another party? This University definitely should make partying a part of the curriculum.
"A restaurant downtown" Yuna smiles "Do you want to come?"
I shake my head "I have some studying"
I honestly don't but it is the best I can come up with. The sole reason isn't because I don't want to go but because I made plans with Blaze tonight.
When I say it like that I feel like a naughty teenager who is sneaking out to her boyfriend's house. I cringe at my sudden change of behavior inwardly.
"Studying? Who studies a week of being at University?" Tia adds but she isn't jeering me, she is genuinely confused.
I must admit that excuse sucked more than the Avatar movie they made years ago.
"I like the color nail polish you are using Yuna" I compliment.
It really is cute. It's a moonlight blue and it matches her dark blue eyes perfectly.
She smiles as she stretches her slender fingers out "Thank you Monie"
Monie? Wow, I got a nickname.
I smile widely and April gets up from the bed and walks over to a small closet in the corner of the room "I am not sure what to wear, formal or semi formal?"
"Semi-formal" Tia advises before she blows on her nail. Her chosen color is nice too, it is a deep shade of pink. It looks really nice with her brown hair.
"Are you really not coming Harmony?" April asks as she twirls around to look at me. Her lips are pouted while she gives me puppy eyes. It doesn't make want to change my mind though, as persuasive as she looks right now.
I shake my head "Next time"
Why on God's earth do I keep making false promises?
I am going to hell.
"Okay sweetheart but remember you promise us that you would go to a party with us next time?"
Oh God, you don't say.
"Next week there is party at Blaze's home in Grisville. You should come"
Blaze is having a party? At his hometown?
He didn't mention that to me but then again he must have realized I am not the party type so he didn't feel the need to offer an invitation and I must say, I am glad. 
"So coming next week?" Tia presses.
I nod a little "Uhm....yeah, I guess I could drop by"
They all cheer harmoniously, clapping their hands and it catches me off guard because no one has ever been that happy to have me around.
I smile genuinely.

                              ❤Ω°°°°°°°°Ω❤

Blaze's POV

"You need to leave the dorm, Harmony is coming over"
James looks at me from the latest episode of the Tv series 'Lucifer' he is currently watching and raises his brow with a cheeky grin
If he knew how much he looks like Joker from Batman right now, he'd stop.
"Someone's moving in fast" he chuckles and I roll my eyes "Have you forgotten who this is? This is Blaze motherf*ckn Xander" I boast opening my arms widely "You are underestimating my ability"
He laughs "Yeah but normally it takes you a day to get the prize, you guys rode around town the other day, in the rain and all you got was a f*cking bag of Doritos, I'd say you are losing your marbles"
I throw my pillow at him and he sights it with a throaty laugh that sounds similar to a villan's from a movie.
Losing my marbles? No frigging way.
I don't like not succeeding at anything and I will go to extensive measures to ensure I never fail at anything.
"I am having sex with her tonight" I make clear "And you need to get up and leave the dorm so it can happen you ass"
He stands and stretches "Okay fine, April had asked us to come with her and the girls to a restaurant downtown, so I have somewhere to be actually"
"Alright, good, but don't tell her that Harmony is coming over, she will flip"
He narrows his eyes "Why?"
"Why? Because she doesn't trust my horny ass that's why, if you weren't so focused on banging my cousin you'd know that much"
"I should wear a mariner so April sees my muscles" he says as he rushes to the bathroom "If she comes tell her I am in the shower and she's free to join me if she likes"
He closes the bathroom door and my mind flows to Harmony. She will be knocking on my door soon, I hope she comes after April and the girls leave because knowing my cousin she will make a fuss.
I plop down on the spot James was once in and start watching the movie he left playing as I laid back on my palms.
There is a knock on the dorm door and I shift my eyes to it. 
Is that Harmony?
Hope not because then April will come over and see her and then things will not go as planned from there.
I get up lazily and walk towards the door. I open it to see April's face and now I am smiling widely. I bet she thinks I am happy to see her when in truth I am glad she's here first so she doesn't mess with my flow.
"Hey my lovely cousin" I beam, slouching against the door with a wide smile.
She hisses but she's smiling as she pushes past me "Why are you not dressed Blaze? I thought we were going to eat?"
"I have a different agenda"
"Like what?"
I don't feel like answering so I focus my eyes on Yuna behind her to stray the topic "Hey Yuna~ damn, your skirt is so se-"
"Blaze I am talking to you!" April yells.
And it doesn't work.
I blow my cheeks out "April, I am not coming"
"Why?" She frowns and James steps out the bathroom fully dressed, wearing a mariner as he said he would 
"Oh Blaze's not coming, he's expecting Har-"
I shot him a hard death glare and he snaps his mouth close.
This blabbermouth.
"Expecting what?" She asks looking from him to me.
To be honest, I have zero remorse or guilt or shame so I don't mind April knowing that I am expecting Harmony over but it's just that if she knows, she's going to want to stop it and I want to use my pencil tonight...(to draw of course).
"Expecting...." James smiles "Harry Potter! He's expecting the Harry Potter marathon airing tonight" he says.
He is so stupid. Why am I friends with him again? Oh yeah because he knows some really sexy chics.
April looks at us as if we are two weird fools and just shakes her head "I need to go, you two are so retarded"
"Love you April" I grin before raising my fist at James as if to punch him when she turns around.
He cringe but smiles and wraps his arm around her neck, she pushes it off as she walks through the door with Yuna and Tia. James shoots me a thumbs up before he leaves, closing the door behind him.
Finally.
Some peace and f*cking quiet.
What should I do first? Take a shower?
Nah. I will just wait until she comes. 
I won't force her, I wouldn't force a girl to have sex with me no matter how heartless and souless I am. Furthermore I have never seen the need to when they practically force themselves unto me. I just offer temptation until they are no longer able to resist me and makes the first move.
I don't know what she plans on drawing tonight but I know exactly what I want to draw.

❤Author of 'Coming of Age' and 'Devil's Trap'❤
This Book Is Copyrighted Hence No Plagarism Is Allowed.
College is that place where you meet people and find yourself, your strengths and your weaknesses.
But shy first-year Harmony Skye never knew she would meet up on someone as interesting and complex as Blaze Xander.
He is charming, adventurous, crazy and the life of the party. Everyone warns her to stay away from him, because he's 'heartless' and only does one thing: 'Use' girls.
But what if she can't stay away? Especially since he has set his eyes on her? Everyone knows, anything Blaze wants, Blaze gets.

WARNING: Book Contains Mature Sexual Content and Language, small amount of Violence and Abuse. Read at your own risk❤❤

A/N: The book may contain alot of errors. Reasons: I am just writing the story off the top of my head. Secondly I am without an editor and sometimes I lack the time to read over a hundred times. Eventually, I will go through and correct, when I am finished with college that is :-). So if errors annoy you, don't read, save yourself the stress! I won't know lol❤
Lots of love!!

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"Harry, you're coming with me." Hermione shouted excitedly and he smiled before giving her a hug.

"Yes Hermione. I'll be coming with you to the station." He said with a sigh before turning to Dan and Emma "If you two don't a problem with it."

Dan looked like he was about to say something but Emma cut off her husband before pulling him into a gentle hug as well "Of course not. You're always welcome in our home Harry."

"But Harry. What about your company?" Hermione asked tentatively.

"Steve told me that he has everything in hand and he told me not to worry about the company. Plus, I'm the face of the company now so I need to show my face to the public a few times every week." He said with a grimace and Hermione's eyes widened.

"Is that why you're coming with us Harry?"

"Yup." He gave her a tired smile "There are probably a few reporters already waiting for me in the train station. If I don't get there in time then it might paint a bad image of me. And a bad image of me means a bad image for the company. So yeah. From now on, I need to take care of my public image and not punch Malfoy in the face when he tries something funny."

"Harry." Hermione chastised him for that and Dan looked like he was holding in his words while Emma simply smirked at the two of them.

"What? Don't tell me you've never wanted to punch him." He said and Hermione blushed.

"It's… it's not the same thing."

"To me it…"

POP!!!

The sound of apparition alerted him of the intruder and he turned around to see a house elf whom he knew well enough from the movie standing in front of him.

"Master Harry Potter must not…" that was as far as he went before the wards around the house forcibly ejected the house elf out of the house.

The house elf was thrown out of the wards and went tumbling down a few feet before it came to a stop.

Ahh… he had almost forgotten about Dobby and how he tried to stop the original Harry Potter from attending the school in the movie.

"Harry, who was that?" Hermione asked while pointing a finger at the house elf who seemed to rather disoriented from being forcibly ejected by the wards.

"Just the friend of my house elf Hermione" he lied because he could see that the sudden emergence of the house elf had disturbed the girl. "There's nothing to worry about. You know how those house elves are. Gentle creatures who won't hurt a fly." He said with a smile while giving a gentle squeeze to her palm and she calmed down a little as a result.

"But what did he want?" she asked and he gave a shrug.

"I'll go and ask him." He said and turned to Dan "If I'm late then you can leave for the station and I'll catch up with you there."

Before Dan could reply he turned and walked toward the house elf who was now rubbing a cut on his forehead.

That is why you don't try to forcibly enter a place that is warded against apparition.

"You're Dobby. Lucius Malfoy's house elf. Correct?" he asked as he kneeled in front of the house elf.

He remembered how the house elf died while trying to help the original Harry Potter in the movies and had a good impression of him.

And because of that, he would find some way to free Dobby from his master this time as well.

House elves were loyal beings and he wanted as many loyal people around him as possible.

"Great Master Harry Potter knows Dobby's name." The house elf said as tears started forming in his eyes "Dobby is not worthy of such honor." That was as far as he went before he openly started to cry before wiping his nose from his own cloth.

Harry grimaced. Only now did he remember that despite his loyalty, this particular house elf was rather eccentric.

Not that the other house elves were much different as they too were prone to crying if you treated them with respect.

He wondered if it would really be worth it to keep the house elf around him once he frees him from Lucius Malfoy.

Oh well, he'll cross the bridge at some later date.

After he consoled the house elf, Dobby started telling him exactly what he had told the original Harry Potter in the movie.

How the school would be dangerous for him and how he should not go to school this year.

Harry tried to tell the house elf that he would be safe but Dobby didn't listen to his words and left after realizing that the conversation was not going anywhere.

Harry sighed as the house elf left and turned to find that Dan, Emma and Hermione were still waiting for him in their car.

"Thanks for waiting for me." He said as he entered the car and sat with Hermione on the back seat.

Dan adjusted center mirror so that he could keep an eye on both him and Hermione and gave a nod. No doubt keeping an eye on him so that he doesn't try anything funny with his daughter.

Harry found the situation rather hilarious because he and Hermione were still only 12 years old but didn't comment about it.

No need to antagonize his future father in law needlessly.

Dan gave him one last look before starting the engine and they started their journey to the train station.

Author's Note:- It feels a bit weird to me when I see house elves being treated like dirt by the Purebloods in the movie considering how they are the most loyal beings on the planet and would do anything for their masters.

In my opinion, house elves are deserving of respect and proper treatment more than any other magical species. Even unicorns.

But that's just my two cents.

Hope you like the chapter.

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Have a nice day :)

Disclaimer- Harry Potter belongs to J.K Rowling.


Transmigration into Harry Potter world as Harry, hell yeah. There’s so much to explore in magic that other’s never did.

Dumbledrore?
Fuck him.

Canon Plot?
Fuck that too.

Voldemort?
Hmm… how to best make use of that dumb cunt who turned me into his living horcrux.

Ah… and there are a few girls in here that I always fancied so tagging them along is just a natural thing to do. Not too many. Just two or three would be best.

Now that I’m here, I’ll carve my own path for the future and if I fuck up everyone else’s life in the process. Who cares?



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Number of chapters I'll release every day- 2


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Meanwhile, inside Elaia's hotel room.

"Do you want some coffee?" Elaia asked D, and D nodded.

D went directly to the floor-to-ceiling glass window and peeked outside, and then he closed his eyes. He was now using his time travelling powers to see why Arion showed up outside Elaia's hotel room earlier. 

As D finishes his time travelling, his eyes narrowed down to Elaia's phone which was placed on top of her bedside table. 

"All done!" Elaia exclaimed. Upon seeing D's serious face, she asked, "Is there anything wrong, D?"

D shook his head then said, "Can I borrow your phone?"

"Uhm... O--kay?"

Elaia grabbed her phone and found out that the phone battery was drained. "My battery ran out so it's not much of a use for you."

"Doesn't matter. I just need to check something."

Elaia shrugged then handed the phone to D, "Alrighty. I'll just turn on the television."

D nodded as he took Elaia's phone. 

He held the phone tightly and the phone started to turn on. He immediately open three unread messages all coming from Arion.

D chuckled as he murmured, "Stupid guy. As if I'll hand over my woman to him." 

"Ready for some Harry Potter marathon?!" Elaia shouted.

"I'm born to be ready mi amor." D answered as he clicked the 'delete' button.

The couple spent the remaining hours for that day getting cozy with each other, sipping coffee, ordering chicken and pizza, and bickering with each other regarding the movie.

"This movie is so biased towards that Harry." D complained.

Elaia gave him her 'duh?!' expression and questioned D, "What's the common words you can see in the title of the movies that we've watched?"

"Harry Potter." D answered and Elaia gave him a pointed look and waited for D's response.

After thirty seconds...

"Ah! So Harry is the main lead in the story!" D exclaimed as Elaia face palmed herself and she thought, 'We already finished the first three series of Harry Potter and he just realized that Harry was the protagonist! Unbelievable!'

Elaia is a sickly woman, in her journey on figuring out the exact date of her death so that she can prepare her loved ones, she met Death himself. 

What if Death's first love is someone he doesn't want to die? Oh, the irony.

Chapter 6

Harry woke abruptly when he heard the quiet click of the door opening. He kept himself relaxed, his breathing regulated to mimic the slow and deep rhythms of somnolence. Tracking his target, he waited until they were leaning over and reaching to touch him, before his arms snapped out, one grabbing the targets wrist and twisting it into a painful lock, the other holding a very sharp blade to their throat. His eyes were still firmly shut.

There was a muffled snort of amusement from the doorway, and Harry took a moment to remember where he was. Opening his eyes, he stared coldly into the startled and wary face of Marcel. His gaze flicked to the doorway. Bradshaw had a hand lightly covering his mouth to muffle his chuckles. It wasn't particularly effective.

"I'd recommend against doing that again, Healer Blanca." Harry's voice was calm, but with an edge of menace that was impossible to ignore.

Marcel cleared his throat nervously. "I thought I asked you to call me Marcel?"

Harry released him and sat up painfully, pulling on his shoes and walking out into the office. "You did, and I will do so; unless you do something stupid."

The handsome Italian pouted childishly at Harry's back. "But that just makes me cranky!"

Harry quirked an eyebrow, but the expression was lost on its target since Harry was too busy sizing up the two new gentlemen sitting in the office. "You piss me off, I piss you off. Fair trade, I'd say."

He decided to test the men before him, and flashed them a cheeky grin and jumped up to perch himself on the edge of Bradshaw's desk, kicking his legs idly. "Hi!" He chirped with a little wave.

Bradshaw hid a smile by burying his nose in his latest bucket of coffee and moving to sit behind his desk.

Watching with interest, Harry observed the two men looking him over. Alexander Charleston was thin and upright, his toffee brown hair grown out from its former military cut and into soft waves that were neatly combed in a sweep across his head. If it hadn't been so thick and lustrous it could have be described as a comb over. It was an odd style, but seemed oddly appropriate on the formal man. His light caramel eyes were reserved, giving away nothing as they swept over Harry's shabby form. Nodding politely, his almost girlish lips curved into a gentle smile. Harry noted that he carried at least six concealed weapons, and had been eating a pastry while attending to his correspondence before attending this meeting. Harry didn't return the smile, merely giving him a final once over and switching his emerald gaze to the hulking Russian.

Sergei Petrikov was another matter entirely. Harry couldn't see any weapons on him, but didn't doubt for a second that he was armed to the teeth. The man was huge and muscled, ash blond hair cropped close to his head and startling bottle green eyes trained unerringly on Harry, cataloguing every detail. He sat so still that it was difficult not to overlook him, despite his massive bulk. His face was impassive, but there was something in his eyes that told Harry that he knew exactly who Harry was and didn't care in the slightest. Harry scanned him closely, and was amused to discover that he couldn't read anything from the man's appearance that he didn't already know from reading his file.

Harry was impressed.

"Gentlemen, thank you for coming, and agreeing to the secrecy vow. I'd like to introduce you to your employer." Bradshaw gestured to each of the men as he introduced them. "Sergei Petrikov, Alexander Charleston, this is… Actually, how did you want me to introduce you?" He frowned, disliking being caught so off balance. The kid had too many aliases.

Harry quirked a small smile, dropping down off the desk. "Vahan, but you may know me as Harry Potter. Mr Bradshaw, to anyone else just refer to me as Vahan's boy. I prefer to avoid being named where possible."

The square jawed Russian didn't even bat an eyelid, but Charleston couldn't stop the slight widening of his eyes. They'd both seen the crime scene photos from when Vahan had rescued Bradshaw's family, and the British man was horrified that such a small child was behind it, especially since Bradshaw had confirmed he'd done it himself, and alone. He'd neglected to mention that the infamous Vahan was just a boy.

Snorting slightly in amusement, Harry folded his arms and rested back against the desk, one foot crossed over the other. He waited patiently for one of them to say something.

The seconds began to stretch into minutes.

Bradshaw coughed, breaking the tension. "Mr Potter here has a rather pressing need for your services. I recommended you both because you are the best, and there is no one else that I would trust more for this job."

Petrikov finally moved, but only to roll his eyes. "Flattery is unnecessary Marcus. We have already accepted the contract." His accent was thick and harsh, but excellent training and years of practice had softened it enough to be easily understood. "You want us to train you, boy?"

Harry's eyes darkened and his magic swirled around him, dropping the air to frigid temperatures. "Do not call me boy. Not ever. Do you understand?" His voice was almost as cold as the air surrounding them, and Marcel and Bradshaw shivered in barely concealed fear. The boy was so tiny that at times it was difficult to remember how dangerous he could be.

Petrikov barked out a shout of laughter. "Oh, kid, we're going to get along well, I think. Rein it in, Boss; you've made your point!"

Harry relaxed with a faint smirk, his magic settling.

Charleston took the lead, standing and offering his hand to his diminutive employer. "I think this will be an interesting endeavour, Mr Potter. I, for one, am looking forward to working with you."

Harry shook his hand, then stepped back, keeping himself out of arms reach of the tall men. He turned to his amused lawyer. "Mr Bradshaw, are the papers and file completed?"

Bradshaw nodded, putting his now frozen solid cup of coffee aside with a mournful look. "Yes. All we need now is to get your guardians to sign it, and you will officially have adopted yourself." He paused slightly, still amused by the idea. "Sally has set up your apartment, and Sergei has kindly obliviated the knowledge from her mind. I dislike doing that to her, but I assumed you would rather keep your locations as secret as possible."

Harry nodded in agreement. "Thank you. Do you have a particular plan in mind for dealing with my relatives? If my theories regarding Dumbledore are correct, then it's likely that, at some point, he will come looking for me, and his first stop will be their house. I remember reading about something called Legilimancy, and I'd be very surprised if he isn't capable of it. I'd be even more surprised if he doesn't use it on them to find what happened to me. If he does, I'd rather he not be able to recognise any of my associates; that could make things difficult in the future."

Bradshaw smiled. "Not a problem. Sergei and Alex are excellent at glamour charms. I thought that having the three of us disguised and offering to take you off their hands would work. You said they are unlikely to fight it."

Harry thought for a moment, while Bradshaw placated Marcel who wanted to come along. "I have another idea."

Bradshaw looked at Harry in consternation. "Should I be worrying?"

Harry cocked an eyebrow and smirked. "Not as long as I keep paying you."

Harry adopted his typical "Dursley slave" persona as he and his entourage stood on the front step and rang the doorbell. He could feel the adults eyeing him surreptitiously but ignored it, focusing on playing his part.

The men had been disguised with a combination of glamours and obscuration charms, resulting in a perfectly ordinary appearance that was very difficult to recall once you looked away. Harry was thrilled at the potential, and demanded with childlike enthusiasm to be taught how to do it as soon as could be arranged, to his employee's amusement. It was the first sign of him acting his age that any of them had witnessed.

Marcel sighed in affected boredom and examined his nails. His limp and balding fair hair flopped listlessly into a face completely unlike his own. His normally well sculpted and pleasing features were now pasty with slight jowls, a nose that turned up at the end and was too small for his face, and to his absolute disgust, Petrikov had taken great delight in giving the vain man enough paunch to strain the buttons across his stomach.

The fuming healer was contemplating retaliatory pranks, trying to work out something that wouldn't have him residing prematurely in a casket. Or a shallow grave in the woods somewhere. He was also itching to get out of this horribly uniform suburb. Everything was cookie cutter perfect, and he could see some of the neighbours' curtains twitching as the nosy old biddies sniffed out the latest gossip. His spine crawled in distaste. Even his cheerful and somewhat chaotic personality was feeling the pressure to conform.

Sergei and Alex had decided on a disguise they'd used in the past; two massive identical men in well tailored suits, with skin as black as tar and unearthly pale blue eyes. It had been modelled off a movie they'd seen once upon a drunken evening, the two men tickled by the idea of the "Secret Service" members that all seemed to look alike. Having worked together many times, they had no problem syncing their movements to give the impression of being genuine twins, and combined with their intimidating appearance, they usually found that trouble took one look and decided to go bother someone else for a change.

Sergei had no need to change his height, but Alex found his new altitude of six foot five to be rather a change from his usual five foot eleven, and couldn't wait to remove the irritation. The men looked down at Harry's hunched shoulders, and were startled to realise that the boy barely reached their waist. In the hour they'd spent getting to know their new boss while preparing for this job, he'd always seemed so much bigger.

Both men felt a surge of protectiveness. Alex wasn't particularly disturbed, he'd always been fond of children, but for Sergei it was entirely unexpected and new. In his line of work it was foolish to make emotional connections, especially since someone could always come along and pay a better price to dispose of a former employer or colleague. The small boy practically shivering in front of them though, he was different. Tough. Determined. Smart. Sergei wondered if he might have just found his protégé. It would be interesting to see if the boy had what it took.

Bradshaw had gone for only slight alterations, relying primarily on the obscuration charms and a little muggle makeup and theatrical prosthetics. He had an odd genetic quirk that occasionally popped up in squibs; where any magic performed directly on him tended to make him ill, and the more was cast on him, the worse he got. Thankfully he was a dab hand at applying the makeup and prosthetics; apparently it wasn't uncommon for him to need to disguise himself to attend to a client's needs. He'd need to remove the obscuration as quickly as possible though, before it became too much for his body to handle. As it was, he'd probably be out of commission for a couple of days.

The door opened to reveal Petunia, and Harry had to fight the urge to cringe back into the men behind him. He knew that he was perfectly capable of killing the Dursleys if need be, and would feel no remorse if he did so, but years of abuse and trained behaviour was difficult to overcome, even for him. Besides, they could be useful at some point.

"Can I help you?" Petunia simpered, clutching the door in her bony hand.

"Good evening Mrs Dursley, we apologise for interrupting your dinner, but my employer has a business proposition for you and your husband. May we come in?" Bradshaw requested politely, while placing a possessive hand on Harry's hunched shoulder.

Petunia's eyes flicked down to her cowering nephew, before stepping back to allow the men inside the house. Directing them into the living room, she quickly summoned her husband, and sent Harry to the kitchen to prepare a tray of refreshments. Sitting down next to Vernon, she primly rested her hands in her lap, and her abnormally long neck stretched to its limit in a way that she probably thought looked elegant.

"So, what can I do for you gentlemen? You mentioned a business proposition?" Vernon huffed, his jowls creasing disturbingly as he tried to smile charmingly. "What did you have in mind?"

Bradshaw sipped his tea, mentally cringing at the cheap blend and tacky crockery. Glancing around, he amended his thoughts to include the entire decor in the tacky category. He noted Vahan standing quietly in the corner, waiting to leap into service. The idea unsettled him; the boy was a natural leader, seeing him cringing in the corner like a broken puppy was just wrong. Setting the garish cup on the equally eye melting saucer, he leaned back confidently.

"My employer," he gestured deferentially to the bored looking Marcel, "recently encountered your nephew. Being a gentleman of discerning taste, he was rather pleased to discover the boy's skills." He paused, taking another sip of the vaguely tea like substance in his cup. "Out of curiosity, were you the one who taught the lad?" Bradshaw adopted an innocently enquiring expression. He knew very well that the land whale in front of him hadn't touched Harry in that manner, or at least he hoped he hadn't, but if the man was as stupid as he appeared then he may just get additional ammunition for the file. Marcus Bradshaw was not a man known for half measures, and since Vahan wanted his relatives destroyed, he would pin as much as possible to the adipose mountain in front of him.

Vernon puffed up proudly, not entirely certain what the other man had said, but certain it was a compliment. "Taught the boy everything he knows. Needs strong guidance, that one, not like my Dudley, but with proper discipline you can get him to do whatever task you want done. When my Petunia and I took him in, out of the goodness of our hearts, we promised ourselves we'd raise him right; try to make him a useful member of society. The boy is a bit too much like his good for nothing parents unfortunately, but we do our best to teach him what he needs to know, and how to treat his betters." He nodded firmly, taking Petunias hand.

Bradshaw smiled toothily. "And you've done an excellent job, Mr Dursley. My employer was so impressed with your nephews' skills, in fact, that he wishes to extend you an offer. He will pay you £5000 to take the boy off your hands."

Petunia gasped slightly, glancing at her husband and clutching his hand. Vernon's piggy eyes narrowed greedily. "Is that so? And why would he want the brat?"

Bradshaw casually crossed his legs, casting a quick glance at the bored looking Marcel, who was staring disinterestedly around the room and pretending not to be listening. "My employer is something of a… collector. He's taken a shine to the lad."

Vernon and Petunia looked at each other and shared a silent conversation. Finally nodding, they turned back to their guests. "Fine, you've got yourself a deal."

Pulling the papers from his briefcase, Bradshaw quickly walked the Dursleys through the signing, before whisking the papers away and back out of sight. Alex pulled a second briefcase out of seemingly nowhere, opening it to reveal the cash inside and placing it on the coffee table.

Vernon quickly snapped the case closed and pulled it closer to himself with a grin. Turning to Harry, he barked. "Boy! Go get your things!"

The older men watched as Harry scurried obediently to the cupboard under the stairs and pulled out a ragged blanket, a threadbare set of pyjamas and a broken toy soldier.

The smouldering anger that had been building the longer they stayed in the presence of the disgusting muggles flared into a burning hatred when they caught sight of the thin folded blanket that served as a mattress, and the bucket tucked into the tiny space that clearly served as a latrine. Each man silently swore to do everything in their power to protect the damaged child that had employed them. If they had anything to say about it, Vahan would never again want for anything in their power to provide. That he was their employer was irrelevant.

"He's all yours, gentlemen. Pleasure doing business with you!" Vernon smiled cheerfully as he showed the men and his former ward to the door.

Hearing the door click shut behind them, Harry straightened and rolled his neck to work out some of the tension. "Well, that went well, though it's a pity he didn't haggle. That would have been fun later," he murmured, his mind already turning to the next task on his list.

Bradshaw chuckled. "It went better than that. The idiot didn't even read the papers before he signed them. He just sold you his house as well!"

At Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Headmaster Albus Dumbledore sat in the Great Hall and chewed another bite of roast beef, unaware that his major chess piece had not only escaped the game, but stolen the board in the process.

In the Headmasters office, the trapped phoenix trilled mournfully, and shifted on his perch. Spying the small device his captor had set to monitor the wards at the home of the child Fawkes had once saved, he saw it building up to scream a warning as the wards fell. Feeling carefully along the bond he had forged with the boy he had given his freedom to save that night eight years ago, he sensed that for the first time since his parents had died, the child was safe and content. Four energies that radiated protectiveness and furious determination surrounded him, and despite the darkness of two of them, the phoenix knew his little Harry was in good hands.

Seeing his chance to help the boy and exact some revenge for his forced bonding, he let out a short scream, sending a short burst of power at the device, shorting it out and leaving it nothing more than an odd looking trinket that whirred occasionally and released a puff of smoke.

The Headmaster would never know why he hadn't been alerted that The-Boy-Who-Lived was gone from his assigned prison, and by the time he discovered that little fact, Harry Potter would be long gone.

!!Wake up!! !!Wake up!!     Said a voice out loud while banging the door. My head was killing me I couldn't remember the last time my head hurt this bad. Moving my hands around I tried to feel were I was. ( I can't see I can't see why is everything so foggy ). Still trying to assess what was happening I stood up from the bed. Thump!!! The moment I stood up I hit my head at the sealing of the room. 

What was that noise?!! Hearing a loud scream from the kitchen I was bewildered. "Up you boy up!!" Just a few seconds latter I could hear a loud bang coming from on top of me. Thump!! Thump!! Thump!!  Not a moment later I could feel the dust coming from the sealing. " Wake up Potter were going to the zoo!!"
 
Still in disbelief on what I was hearing I knew I had to act fast because these people were going at me. Trying to see if their was a switch  or anything to turn on the lights . Second later I found a string and I pulled it to see I was in a little broom closet. I still couldn't to see well and was trying to feel my surroundings until I found a pair of glasses. 

Putting then on I was  finally able to see and I knew and needed to get out of this closest to better assets the situation I was in. But before I could get out somebody pushed me back in and hit me in the head. Ahh!! Came out of me not shortly. 

Know I was mad no I was livid who do you think you were don't you know who I am I am Jake hunter a successful  business man and 2 time black belt. Who were you to treat me as I like dirt on your shoes. Finally getting out of the closest I went for the kitchen. 

And what I was left me in uttar disbelief. Right in front of me was a scene I new quite well how couldn't I. It was the scene of the movie I watch last night " Harry Potter and the sorcerers stone." Before I could react I was pulled by the women I know knew as ant petunia. 

" Why don't you just cook the breakfast and try not to burn anything." Without missing a bit she walks away holding her. Hands on top of Dudley. I was cooking the breakfast before I could hear uncle Vernon. "Bring me my coffee boy." Before he started complaining I went to wards the kitchen to get his mug and coffee. But while I was doing this I could hear my cousins doing his tantrum about how little gifts he has and how his parents were going to by him more at the zoo

My god I truly hated this people if I didn't need them for the blood wards I truly would have turned them in to child services the moment I was alone with the phone.  Not long they finished their breakfast and left me with a piece of bread and water.  Getting out of the house we were  heading to the car when next thing you know I get pulled to the side . " I'm warning you know boy any funny business any at all and you won't have any meals  for a week." 

Getting  in the car I just stayed silent while Dudley was having the time of his life playing with the windows. Thinking on what I know knew about my situation were I was, who I was  . I just couldn't understand why I was here  I was Harry Potter And I was now living his life. I just didn't know witch the movie version or the book and believe me I wanted to be in the movie. But so far everything is going according to the movie since Dudley didn't have his friend with him going to the zoo as he did in the book.

What I need to do right now is get my hands on my key and keep on going with how things were going like the movies. A lot of people my be wondering why we'll it's pretty simple in the movie once uncle Vernon kept avoiding the letters from Hogwarts Professor Dumbledore sent Hagrid to get poor Harry and when he did left him his key .  Witch key you are asking yourself would I stand for the humiliation I was going to take part in well my vault key. Hagrid only gave him his key because he was well of lack of better words a fool a kind loving fool to be exact. However I don't believe professors McGonagall would make the same mistake. 


And some are you may still question my plan but let me tell you one simple thing. Do you think that I got here with some OP system or a crazy cheat skill,  well news flash buster no  I didn't this isn't some lame fanfic this is real life and in real life some god doesn't give you that stuff just because he felt like it. Right when I was having this mental rant Dudley
 screamed with glee "were here were here!!"


Getting back from the zoo was simple their wasn't any incident this time around since I didn't want to suffer. Hey I just want the key I don't want any more attention. Don't get me wrong I'm no coward but, needing to do this simple routine witch is the equivalent of being a house elf is shitty enough I don't need the extra drama.

And that is how the day went by I just ate some simple eggs for dinner and when back to my cupboard. The next day was the same thing "Move" was what Dudley said while I pored the coffee. 

  Before long  uncle Vernon told me to get the mail. I said "I'll get it uncle Vernon" walking towards the main entrance I saw it. 

Putting the letters threw the the air holes of the cupboard I head to the kitchen. "Here they are uncle Vernon" And that was how breakfast went and left me. The rest of the day I continued the simple routine that Harry lived. I say simple but it was dreadful he would clean the dishes, clean the kitchen . From their he would have to hear his aunts constant nagging  of how grateful he should be of just being alive. 


Man no Wonder Harry had a lot of self a steam issue if I didn't know who I was then I would have issues to. From their it was smooth sailing till lunch were he would help aunt petunia make and serve it. From their he would throw out the trash tend to the grass and barely have any dinner. 

Going threw the motions and the day went by I couldn't wait for the night to open my letter. You are probably wondering how old are you to act like a little kid. However you must realize something really important I might be 19 years old mentally but physically I'm that of a 10 year old about to be 11.So I'm still fighting my body and sadly I lost. The time had finally arrived and opening the letter it said. 

  
"HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Mr. Potter 
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress"

Why was this letter so important you may ask because it conform the reality that this want a dream. And that I was truly Harry James Potter. I wasn't Jake anymore but Harry and I needed to live with it or die a horrible death.

Waking up in a loud and tight space our MC must see what he must do to survive. He doesn’t have crazy abilities or anything that would set him above the rest. However an undying will and future knowledge might be what let’s him survive this crazy situation.


Hey guys Arthur here I won’t drop the book but I’m doing this at my pace since my life is very chaotic and I’m doing this for fun. I’m most likely not going to be constant just a warning

*** Hogwarts, Present

The news of Lockhart's cowardly escape spread through the castle like wildfire, girls who were previously besotted with the blonde defence professor were now shooting betrayed expressions at him.
Harry's plan would work flawlessly with the population of Hogwarts already willing to believe that Lockhart was now the bane of all existence.

*** Hogwarts Library, later

Harry was in the traditions section of the library, searching where one would find histories on the oldest pureblood families.
Harry opened one of the biggest tomes in the section titled, "Ye Olde Families" and searched under the letter P, surprised at the number of families under the list that had died out.
Pewter
Pelven
Provit
Peverell
Prewett
Potter
…
POTTER!
Harry flicked through the pages excitedly, finally coming to the substantial section on the Potters.
"The Potters are one of the oldest Pureblood families, tracing their bloodline in England all the way back to the Pre-Merlin eras. In recent times, the family has come under more liberal leadership, starting with 17thcentury rebel Pureblood Thomas Potter who used the significant weight of the family to pass the first of many muggle-rights laws and amendments passed by the Potter family in the most recent centuries. The Potter was, at one point, the richest family in magical Britain but in recent years their fortune has dwindled, losing millions of galleons in the wars against Dark Lord Grindelwald and Dark Lord Voldemort, under the leadership of Charles and later James Potter. However, the family still retains a large amount of their wealth, including their mansion, hailed to be the grandest building in Europe in the 18th Century, the peak of the Potters."
He had a mansion?
Harry's mind went reeling.
He knew the Potters were a pureblood family, but he expected that he would know if he owned a mansion.
British laws did not allow use of the family vault until one became of age, but the mansion was traditionally handed to the oldest family member as soon as the previous family member died, so Harry would technically have owned the place, and it's house-elves since he was one year old.
He would have to write a letter to Gringotts, Dumbledore as his magical guardian should technically have told him about the mansion when he joined the wizarding world at 11 years of age, but McGonagall mentioned that Dumbledore didn't want him to know all about his family yet.
Harry assumed that this was because Dumbledore didn't want him getting drunk on his power and buying into the pureblood nonsense, and while Harry still believed that Dumbledore has stuck his nose where it didn't belong once again, he grudgingly agreed that Dumbledore's reasons were probably for his good.

*** Next day, Gringotts

Dear Teller Griphook,
May your enemies blood taste the ground,
It has come to my attention that the Potter family has a mansion and that by standard british law, I am now in possession of it. Since all Potter holdings are managed by Gringotts, I was wondering whether I could get the location and the list of wards on the Potter manor,
May the gold of your enemies fill your vaults,
Your customer, Heir Potter.
Griphook read the letter approvingly, not only was the Potter heir courteous, he was also intelligent.

*** Next morning, Hogwarts

Harry opened the letter addressed to him, hoping for an answer.
To ,
The Potter manor is protected by a Tutela Fidelius, a variation on the fidelius charm which is anchored to the house itself, the knowledge can only be transferred to those whose names are written in the ward book.
The Potter Manor is located at itself.
May your enemies' gold fill your vaults,
Senior Teller Griphook.
A wave of old memories of a grand house flooded into Harry's head, memories of a grand renaissance style house returning to his head.
Within a moment, Harry knew what his next plan was.
He had to get to Potter manor.

*** Lockhart's class

Lockhart was putting more bravado into his latest class than he had before, trying to make up for his lost reputation, he didn't seem to blame it on Harry, which was perfect for Harry's plan.
"Sir, a lot of students want to learn how to duel… do you think you could handle a duelling club, maybe that will let people know that you truly know your stuff." Harry suggested innocently.
Lockhart seemed to brighten at an idea to regain his reputation.
"Great idea, Harry! I think that a duelling club would be a great idea."
"And sir, maybe after the first class, we could hold a duelling competition, separated by grade level of course, and the winner would challenge you."
Lockhart looked like he couldn't keep up with Harry's train of thought so Harry elaborated.
"Like the first through third years duel and the fourth-fifth years duel and the sixth and seventh years duel, then the three winners can challenge you to see how they stack up against real talent, of course, that would be you, sir." Harry said, making sure that there was no way for Lockhart to back out of the competition without seeming weak.
"Of-Course." Lockhart stuttered out, "We can hold the first meeting tomorrow!" he said, smiling weakly.

*** Next evening, Hogwarts

The Possessed student walked down the hall to the first floor girls bathroom.
Down the chute went the student.
The basilisk was waiting as instructed.
The serpentine voice of Voldemort spoke in parseltongue.
~Today, we shall hunt!~
*** End of Chapter.

"From his own experience, Harry knew that luck had never been on his side. At that moment he decided that he wouldn't rely on luck to solve his problems, he had to become smart, beyond the norm and talk his way through life. That's the only way he could survive." 

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If you remember in the beginning of that movie you see Draco rip out a page of a book in the book store.
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When Harry was still at the Dursley's Dobby the elf said that he has heard great things about him where did he hear that? 
If he works for the Malfoys during that time Draco would have been the only one to meet him. Did Draco talk about Harry at home ? 

Why would anyone believe that Hagrid would open the chamber of secrets and want to kill muggle-borns? It doesn't make any sense! Hagrid is half giant why would he be prejudice?

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