a normal teenager is reborn in the Harry Potter universe with a system

(English is not my main language so don't expect much from writing)

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.

                                                                   Hurdles
 
Harry finally regaining his consciousness, welcomed by an unfamiliar roof, a weird sense of Déjà vu came but remembering what happened he turned to the side, a goblin stepped into the room walked towards him "Mr Potter it's good to see you up, you've been asleep for a while now". Harry groggily sat up "what time is it?" he asks as it's hard to tell in the underground rooms of Gringotts. "It's currently 8:30 pm, after you've eaten the food prepared, I'll lead you to your account manager".
 
 A meal and short walk later he was back in AM Griphooks office, "Welcome back Mr. Potter, you look like you've had better days" his voice laced with a hint of sarcasm " anyways I believe you've got the location of the Potters properties" too tired to care he crashed into the chair in front of the desk. If Griphook was annoyed, he didn't show.
 
 Griphook observing Harry before replying "yes Mr Potter I have it prepared for you", Harry looking through the list glanced at Griphook "there are houses in various locations, but how come there are no businesses in my portfolio? Surely with a house like mine there should have been quite a few". Griphook shakes his head "Mr Potter during the last war your parents liquidated and basically sold off all shares in order to fund their side of the war efforts, what's left in your account is the remainder of what they had and sizeable donations from sympathisers and well-wishers for your defeat of the Dark Lord".
 
"During our investigation of your transitions, the money taken out of your vaults were being transferred to one Petunia Dursley for your upbringing. Normally only the owner of a vault has any say in where their money should go however the Ministry agreed to a ruling that allows funds to be allocated to your next guardian, seeing as all your elected guardians were indisposed."
 
 "if possible help me open up a Muggle account and transfer most of what's in my trust vault to it". With a nod Griphook replied "I'll be done Mr Potter"
 
 "I guess that'll be all, till next time AM Griphook" With a brief admission they parted ways, Griphook musing as he quietly mused "farewell Mr Potter, it'll be interesting for Albus Dumbledore to discover he's no longer your Magical Guardian due to his negligence", Harrys was surprised by this as he barely caught what was said, he turned around to Griphook.
 Seeing his reaction he responded "Mr Potter the Wizards may be backwards but they're not that backwards, there are laws when it comes to things like this. From what's been discovered, he has failed in his responsibilities. However, we'll have to find one suitable, I'll compile a list of former Potters allies and send you a list to review and decide on."
 
 ["Well this certainly makes things interesting"] with a final nod, he exits the office. With his business at Gringotts concluded he exited to the sparsely occupied streets of Diagon Alley as it was passed closing time for most shops. Getting out of the by tailing a wizard towards the Leaky Cauldon he called Twinky, looking at the address he received from Griphook they were gone from the city of London.
 
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Potters Manor
 
 Arriving at the location, the first thig Harry noticed was the dilapidated looking pathway leading up to a rusty metal gate with the Potters crest in the middle. Behind the gate a grandiose mansion could be seen, however it was clear it hasn't been looked after in a long time. "Home sweet home" as soon as he approached the property he felt his energy react to the gate, as if being judged a foreign energy from the gate washed through him, an instinctive feeling of being welcomed settled and the gates opened up.
 
 Exploring the mansion, he was greeted by different portraits of Potters, he even managed to find his grandfathers, one Charles Potter but no Lilly or James Potter were to be found. Having enough of exploring he called his house-elves "I want the both of you to clean this place up, also stock up on food and prepare my dinner, I'll be in the library" turning away he was directed by the portraits towards it.
 
 Arriving at his destination he saw a large wooden door that opened as he approached, beyond the door were rows upon rows of bookcases lined up, letting out a whistle he gazed at the collections old tomes and books "generations after generations of knowledge gathered, don't mind if I do". Approaching the first book ''le plus sage des sages… Come on! Why's it in French? Don't tell me that a lot of these aren't in English."
 
 Hoping his thoughts would be proven wrong he looked at the other books on the shelves going from one bookcase to the other, after 5 minutes of searching he crashed down onto the floor. "Why?! At least half of these books aren't in English, some are in languages I don't even recognise! And here I thought I'd be easy." A few more disgruntled murmuring could be heard as he thought about how unfair it was, letting out a sigh after his rant he sat up 'might as well collect all of them into my library.
 
 Unfortunately, he didn't have the ability to scan books with his senses yet, so began the process of picking up each individual book by hand flipping through pages before it copied to the library.
 
"Ouch!" Retracting his hands from a book he looked at his fingers, they were shallow cuts and a bit of blood could be seen "why do they put curses on their books?!" Now having discovered another quirk of wizards he had to re-evaluate his approach "it feels like something out there doesn't want me to have it easy" With a sigh he shook his head.
  However, he thought of something "Tuny!" With a pop the house elf appeared by his side "Yes Master Harry?" Large eager eyes bore into him as he shivered slightly ["still need to get used to them"] "From now on call me Hadrian also, can you sense if any of these books have curses on them, if you can bring the ones without any curses to me" "Yes Master Hadrian I can do that", so began the long process of scanning every book that was brought to him, this lasted into the night only pausing for something to eat.
 
 Soon enough he had about 60% of the library scanned into the LOHP however a majority of those were in different languages. "Looks like I'll have to add traveling into my plans, not that I wasn't going to anyway"
 
 Realising it was approaching morning he left to the master bedroom which was fully cleaned by the elves, thinking of how he'll have to learn a lot of languages he shook his head "I'll need to get my occlumency in shape for this to be easier."
 

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.

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In the mourning, in a typical English house upstairs a young child woke from is wonderful dream where he was flying and sending jet of flame in direction of a bald pale man. He get up from his bed and stare at the mirror near his bed.
An eleven boy, slightly tall for is age, nor thin or fat, spiky red hair like flame a punk-rock like style hair cut (Same style as Grindelwald... bite me !), green emerald eyes and smile telling you wait for my prank. A face more handsome than his brother. This his Alexander Potter.

"Well, it's soon will be here."
 After a few second in front of the mirror he heard a faint snoring, he turn is head and look a the double deck bed. In the upper bunks, is brother still sleep. Harry as the same feature of the original, but taller and less skinny, he also wear the same rounded glasses, over the year the face of the twins start to be less and less alike. Alexander approach is brother and start to wake him up.
"Get up, it's morning, breakfast is going to be ready"
"Hmm, ok..." saying this Harry end up sleeping five more minutes.

After another sigh of exasperation Alexander start going down ready to eat is breakfast.
You are probably wondering why the hell the two of them don't sleep in a tiny closet ?
Well without explaining in great detail, Alexander, over the year was able to convince his uncle to buy stock in some company and bet in some sport competition and gain a lot of money making there family rich. Of course the twins barely get any money but there live style was still acceptable. Not living in a closet and having their own clothes. 

To smooth thing even better Alexander teach Dudley making smarter than the original so the Dursley couple were less disrespectful for the twins.
He also never told the truth about his parents or the magical world to Harry, only story before bed. Why you should say ? Well, fame can be dangerous for a children.
Speaking of magical world, both twins were wizards. The magic riot of Harry was the same. When they were in a zoo, Dudley overexcited because a snake was responding to his cousin push him away. Harry in anger look a the glass which disappear. After this a lot of panic and punishment follow... 

For Alexander it's was on dinner night with the sister of his uncle, after some insult toward his parents, anger took him and the house start to tremble and the object to slowly gravitate. Fortunately the Dursley didn't see this, they were crawling under the table to protect themselves....
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After eating a breakfast, the Dursley couple took their son to the dentist.
Once the dish clean by Alexander, he was ready to go play outside with Harry when he hear a weird son from the window. Looking at the window he saw an owl looking at him
'It's finally here !' Rushing to the window, he open it allowing the owl to enter. Alexander took gently the letter attach to the paw of the owl and give him something to eat he then shout is brother to come down.
After a few second Harry came to the kitchen.
"What happen Xander ?"
"Look" Alexander pass the letter from Hogwarts to Harry.
Harry took it and look closely.

Mr. H. Potter
The Little room Upstairs
4 Privet Drive
Little whinging
Surrey

The  envelope  was  thick  and  heavy,  made  of  yellowish  parchment,  and  the  address  was  written  in  emerald-green  ink.  There  was  no  stamp. Turning the envelope over he saw a purple wax seal bearing a coat of arms; a lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake surrounding a large letter H.

"What it's this ?" he look as he brother for an answer.
"Well it's a letter of admission for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." saying this he open up, there was two page. The first was an introduction.
[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/Ms. 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]

And the second page a list of object needed for the first year.
[HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY


UNIFORM
First-year students will require:
1. Three sets of plain work robes (black)
2. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
4. One winter cloak (black, with silver fastenings)
Please note that all pupil's clothes should carry name tags.
COURSE BOOKS
All students should have a copy of each of the following:
The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1)
by Miranda Goshawk
A History of Magic
by Bathilda Bagshot
Magical Theory
by Adalbert Waffling
A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration
by Emeric Switch
One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi
by Phyllida Spore
Magical Drafts and Potions
by Arsenius Jigger
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them
by Newt Scamander
The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection
by Quentin Trimble
OTHER EQUIPMENT
1 wand
1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)
1 set glass or crystal phials
1 telescope
1 set brass scales
Students may also bring, if they desire, an owl OR a cat OR a toad.
PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS

ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICK


Yours sincerely,

Lucinda Thomsonicle-Pocus
Chief Attendant of Witchcraft Provisions]

After a few minute to take the news, Harry say with a weird tone.
"Wizard? like magic and stuff ? it's a fairy tales right ?"
"Then tell me, who did the glass at the zoo vanish ? Who the hair of our teacher turn blue ? Who the all house start to tremble when their was no earthquake? We are wizards Harry"
After speaking with Harry and let himself take the news that an entire world is open to him, Alexander took a paper and start writing is reply. After a few short line he gave the paper to owl. The owl flew of the window and go up in the sky disappearing in the horizon.

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The next morning after breakfast, Alexander was able to convince Dudley to go in the cinema with is parents leaving only the twins at the house.
"Your suitcase is ready Harry ?"
"Yes, but why do we have to pack so soon ?"
"Just wait, you will understand soon." After hearing the mysterious reply of his brother, Harry was mumbling not happy...
An hour quickly pass and a sound of a motocycle was closing to the house
'It's time, Hagrid is finally coming !!!'
Harry look outside and saw a giant on a motocycle. Mouth open big enough for allowing an ostrich eggs to enter he heard a loud knocking and the front door suffering.

"Is someone at home ?!"
Alexander quickly open the door before it's break. What he saw was the same giant though a little older. Harry next to his brother ask to the giant in a timid tone.
"Hello sir, what are your looking for ?"
Hagrid look at the twins and smile.
"You are Harry and Alexander right ?"
"Yes sir" respond Alexander feigning ignorance.
"I'm Rubeus Hagrid Keeper of Keys and Grounds at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, i'm here to take you to Diagon Alley where you will buy your books and wands for your first year at Hogwarts"

Harry hearing this was shocked and happy that what is brother tell him was not a dream.
"Well sir do you -" Before Alexander could finish he was interrupt by Hagrid.
"Call me Hagrid" respond Hagrid with a serious face.
"Ha-Hagrid" the twins say a the same times.
"Good !" A big happy smile show in the face of Hagrid.
Alexander sigh in front of this gros beta and continue his conversation.
"As I was asking Hagrid, is there a place where to stay at Diagon Alley until the start of the school ?"
"Yes, the Leaky Cauldron a very famous pub among the wizards, why ?"
"Well, because I am not sure if will accepted that we are wizards"
Harry nod firmly to the line of his brother.
After a few minutes of thinking Hagrid finally say.
"Well, your parents left you a fortune so living for a month a the leaky cauldron should be enough I think?"
"Our parents were wizards ?" suddenly say Harry. Hearing this Hagrid look at Harry and then got the reply that his parents die in a car accident. After Hearing this Hagrid get mad and wanted to smashed those damn Muggles.
"Muggles ?" ask Harry.
"It's those who can't do magic" After that Hagrid start a fabulous tale of the Potter couples until Alexander interrupt Hagrid.
"Hmm, Hagrid, can we talk later ? We are still in the front door, should we not go ?"
Hagrid hearing this slap is forehead and start to get ready. He attach the two suitcase on his bike and the twins put them self in the side car.
"Mhh, should we inform Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernom ?" ask Harry to his brother.
"I left a note on the table."  And with this the trio of a giant and two child set off in the direction of the Leaky Cauldron.

______________

After a very uncomfortable journey, they arrives in front of dirty black wall building.
"Welcome to the Leaky Cauldron"
Harry look around and saw that the people ignore the but and ask Hagrid why.
"It's a spell preventing the muggles to see it. Pretty neat hey ?"
 Once entering the Pub, after a discussion between Tom the Bartender and Hagrid a uproar follow because Harry Potter was here. A lot of people wanted a hand check from him. Meanwhile Alexander ask Tom if he could let the suitcases behind the counter to keep them safes which Tom agree.
Alexander hear the voice of Hagrid presenting the new professor against the Dark Arts, Quirinus Quirrell.
After a lot of time wasted they stood in front of an old brick wall. There Hagrid took his umbrella and touch some of the brick. In front of the astonishing eyes of the two little guys the wall start to open showing a new alley.
Hagrid see the look of the both and smile.

"Welcome to Diagon Alley !"

A young man who was acclaimed as a genius by everyone was currently reading Harry Potter, his favorite novel but  was complaining about the story and end up dead by your ever kind god Truck-sama.

I don't own the universe of Harry Potter nor their Characters.

1: When Things Go Wrong (May 24, 2003 to May 27, 2003)


Fudge was a complete moron, a raving mad lunatic. It was utterly insane of him to bring the magical mirror to Hogwarts before getting the obviously enchanted mirror passed for inspection against dangerous curses by the Aurors. In one of his idiotic ideas, he had brought the mirror to Hogwarts to find out the secret of its purpose. He was sure Dumbledore could help divulge the knowledge, and the other professors certainly could help.


The real reason was that the only known person that had the ability to speak parseltongue was Harry. It only made logical sense to Fudge's miniscule intelligence that Harry would help to translate the words of the hissing guardian that was entwined with powerful charms around the frame of the mirror. To Fudge, this was a suitable excuse to reveal the mirror's existence to the rest of the world.


Which was a foolish intention if Fudge's suspicions of what the mirror was turned out to be true, that it was an avenue into the future. It was possibly an invaluable tool against Voldemort, and to bring this to the awareness of the Dark Lord was foolhardy. What in the world was Fudge thinking? Yet, he had somehow managed to convince Dumbledore to let Harry examine it and discover the secrets of the mirror. However, he had allowed Dumbledore to believe that the mirror was safe since the Aurors had checked it, just that they hadn't done it thoroughly. Fudge hadn't given them the chance to before taking the mirror away.


Besides, Fudge could be a convincing bastard at times. His arguments were solid. If the mirror could be made to see the future with Voldemort instead of utterly random possibilities, then they'd have the upper hand. Taking in the consideration that the Aurors had checked the mirror, Dumbledore had consented to allow Harry to check the mirror and interpret whatever the hissing snake guardian was saying.


That had been the big mistake. A terrible mistake because as soon as Harry stood in front of the mirror, the mirror had begun to glow with an unmistakable aura that spoke of immense power. The guardian snake had then begun to hiss and those in the room found themselves blocked off when they tried to approach Harry. When the hissing was over, the snake leapt out of the mirror's frame and pulled Harry in.


It was only when Harry had completely disappeared that whatever had been blocking them the potential rescuers was removed, causing them to stumble to the mirror with absolute shock written all over their features. For Dumbledore to be gobsmacked was terrible as it had caused the usual twinkle in his merry blue eyes to dull with the realization that his golden Gryffindor boy was gone.


It was no surprise to anyone there when Dumbledore turned to Fudge and declared in a voice that rang with power, "FUDGE! You did not tell me everything." There was a heavy pause in the air as he continued, "I knew that there was something that you were keeping from me, but I thought that it was not a matter of security as much as I thought it was some secret of the mirror that you knew that only Harry could decipher. Never would I think that the Minister of Magic would not make sure the mirror was safe before asking a student to examine it!"


Dumbledore was furious; he was so angry in fact that he was making perfect sense. It took all the pomp and dignity of his position to keep Fudge rooted where he was and not running for his life. It wasn't that he feared that the Headmaster would end his existence, but the Weasley boy and the Granger girl were looking murderously at him. After all these years of struggling to keep their best friend safe, the Ministry of Magic got rid of the Boy Who Lived with more ease than Voldemort could breathe!


"I think it would be wise for you to leave," McGonagall stated with a calm that relaxed Fudge slightly until he saw the blazing anger in her eyes. The Gryffindor Head of House might be one of the fairest and strictest professors at Hogwarts but she did have a soft spot where Harry Potter was concerned. "There is nothing you can do to help us here anymore and your presence will only remind us of what disaster you have caused."


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Vigilance you lack, Harry Potter Oh what folly you have fallen in


Little did you know what now will take place


Dementers may be your worst fear


Even they are kind compared to what will come


Mirror, mirror on the wall, what nightmare awaits


Ominous, certainly, and dreadful indeed


Reality is reality in alternate dimensions


There is a reason behind every action.


That was what the snake had hissed out in parseltongue before it had leapt from the frame of the mirror and wrapped itself around Harry's waist and dragged him into the mirror. The fall into the mirror seemed to take forever until he slammed into the ground painfully. It took him a while to get his bearings, but when he did he found he was in the same room that he'd been in previously, Dumbledore's private study.


For a moment, the blind panic he felt slowly ebbed away when he saw a familiar figure cloaked in purple with a long white beard that gave him a grandfatherly look. Oh good, Dumbledore was here. Before he could even ask what was going on, the Headmaster caused his terror to rise up again to the heights it'd been previously, "Who in the world are you and where did you come from?"


There was no twinkling glint in his mentor's eyes and what was even worse, a wand was being pointed at him menacingly and a very annoyed phoenix that had just awoken form a nap was staring down at him. It was then that Harry frantically went back to the words that the serpent had hissed at him before he'd been sucked into the mirror. Several keywords stood out to him: folly, fallen, nightmares, ominous, dreadful, and most of all, alternate dimensions. What the fuck had he gotten into?


"Answer me!" Dumbledore exclaimed, his voice not harsh but demanding.


Harry decided that it'd be best to be truthful. "I am Harry Potter," he answered gently and carefully. "The son of James Potter and Lily Evans," he added as an afterthought since there didn't seem to be an response from Dumbledore. "I attend school..."


"You are not Harry Potter," Dumbledore responded sharply, shaking his head vehemently. "You cannot be Harry Potter because Harry Potter died fourteen years ago at the hands of Lord Voldemort with his parents."


"I am!" Harry cried out desperately, moving closer to the older man while trying to convince him of what he was saying was the truth. What seemed odd to him was that Fawkes had stopped staring hard at him, instead the phoenix closed his eyes and went back to the nap that Harry had interrupted. "Look at me! I am the image of my father, James Potter. Everyone says that I look exactly like my father and that I have my mother's eyes!"


"But you died fourteen years ago," the Headmaster replied but there was a thread of uncertainty in his voice. As he took a closer look at the young boy that had appeared to have fallen into his private study out of nowhere, it was uncanny the resemblance he bore to the deceased James Potter. The blazing emerald of his eyes clearly came from his beautiful mother, Lily Evans. Indeed if Harry Potter had survived, this was exactly how he pictured their son to be.


"I did die in this place," Harry murmured in a softly awed voice, "but I didn't die in my world." It made sense now. Everything clicked together. Alternate dimension was an alternate reality, what happened in a different universe coexisting next to his own. Nightmare, nightmare because he'd died here and if he had died... that meant Lord Voldemort had lived. Nightmare indeed! "I don't know what Voldemort did, but he removed me from my universe and placed me here."


From the puzzled expression on Dumbledore's face, Harry quickly explained his theory on what he thought happened. Then he repeated what the snake had hissed at him and as he did, he knew that Voldemort was behind the entire thing because Dumbledore had keenly pointed out the first letter of every word spelled out V-O-L-D-E-M-O-R-T. With a heavy sigh Harry remarked, "I never thought alternative dimensions existed."


"Neither did I," Dumbledore chirped in unnecessarily, doing nothing to cheer up the poor boy displaced from his true home. "So in one dimension, you survived Voldemort's killing curse?" Harry nodded. "Interesting," he remarked, "but how?"


It took a while, but Harry finally was able to explain the shortened version of his life story. How he'd somehow managed to survive the Avada Kedavra Curse, how it'd somehow rebounded off of himself- leaving him a distinctive lightning scar and how it all but killed Voldemort. Then he discussed how he grew up with his only remaining relatives, his mother's muggle sister.


Eventually, he got to how he came to Hogwarts and how the Dark Lord was resurrected in his fourth year... and sometime near the end of his fifth year after numerous Death Eater random attacks, he'd been sent here by Voldemort. It was clear that the random attacks weren't going to kill the Boy Who Lived so it was obvious that the next best option was to send Harry away to another dimension.


"My goodness," Dumbledore remarked when Harry had finished his tale, "that is quite a story. Sadly, the case in this world is not the same as it is in your world. There you were the Boy Who Lived that managed to disable Voldemort when he was at his strongest, but here you were just another one of the long list of casualties."


"What happened then?" asked Harry with solemnity.


Dumbledore sighed and Harry noticed that this Dumbledore had wrinkles not of mirth and jollity but of weariness and toil. This Dumbledore didn't look like he had the positive outlook that was sure that the side of light would be victor in this war of good and evil not like his Dumbledore. "Lord Voldemort was not stopped and the Ministry of Magic crumbled under the well planned onslaught of Death Eaters. There is no public form of resistance, he controls the government."


"But what of the Order?" Harry inquired, knowing that there were many parallels in this world and betting that the Order of the Phoenix was one of them. "What of that?"


"You know of it?" Dumbledore queried in response, a hint of surprise showing. When Harry nodded with serious affirmation, the Headmaster managed to smile vaguely. "It exists," he murmured softly. "It is the only resistance that is left here. France also has a taskforce similar to ours, an underground resistance. The only true power that stands against Voldemort is the Americas. They do what they can to aid us, but even they are more on the defensive. Here, Voldemort has won."


This was his worst nightmare. It was far worse than he'd even imagined. But then if Voldemort had overtaken all of Europe, then why was Albus Dumbledore still residing here as Headmaster of Hogwarts when he was the only wizard that the Dark Lord feared? "If it is that bad, then why are you still here? Why does Voldemort allow you to stay?"


Dumbledore sighed tiredly, the lines that aged his face only becoming more prominent. "He allows me to stay because he does not think I am a threat to him anymore. What resistance I can mount is nearly like a fly buzzing around him, almost nothing. What it is, is merely a mild irritation. And somehow, he has yet to learn of the Order. What little we do keeps some hope left, as little as it is. But it is small enough that Voldemort doesn't pay more than a modicum of attention, focusing instead on taking over the Americas."


A moment of silence passed through the room when Harry raised his head up and glanced at the Headmaster with very concerned eyes. "What am I going to do about returning to my home? What am I going to do until I can go back? What if I can't..." His voice trailed off, the words becoming too painful to say... that he'd never get home again.


"We will try to find a way," Dumbledore said in a steady and sure voice. "Until then, you are a Hogwarts student there and you will be one here. It is good to have a student that I know I can trust." Harry was about to ask how Dumbledore knew that he could be trusted, but the Headmaster answered him before he could inquire, "Fawkes would never resumed sleeping if he did not feel I was in a safe presence, which is why I allowed you to tell me your story."


"I cannot use my name," he remarked.


"Of course not," Dumbledore agreed. "You bear an uncanny resemblance to James Potter, anything similar will arise suspicion. Hmm... a new name is needed. No Evans, no James, and definitely no Harry or Potter. Any similarities will arouse attention. Is there any name that you ever wanted when you were a child? A favorite name that you wished you'd been named?" Harry shrugged, he'd never thought about ever being called anything besides Harry.


"I suppose then I will have to name you then," Dumbledore reflected thoughtfully. "I suppose for a surname we could use Biggerstaff. It sort of alludes to your great presence, then again we don't exactly want that." Again, the Headmaster seemed to lose himself to his thoughts on renaming Harry Potter. "Sebastian Ethan Biggerstaff." The grin that spread over Dumbledore's lips was infectious. "Your initials are S.E.B. Aren't I clever? Seb is S.E.B.!"


Merlin, Harry thought with no more alarm then normal for him concerning Dumbledore's astonishing ability to amuse himself with the oddest of oddities, no matter what he always finds a way to entertain himself. Even in this world, in some of the grimmest of circumstances he was still glad that Dumbledore still had his sense of humor. If he didn't have a reason to smile, then all hope would be erased. After all despite all the wackiness that was Dumbledore, he was still the only wizard that Lord Voldemort had ever feared. And even though the Dark Lord had conquered Europe, Dumbledore still led a resistance against him- no things weren't hopeless yet.


~


Hours had passed and the only clue they had about Harry Potter's whereabouts were the ancient runes that covered the mirror after whatever spell on the mirror had done its purpose and dissipated. All the professors in the school had examined the mirror for half an hour each and they had no better advice to offer than Dumbledore's initial suggestion that they find the key to the runes that appeared on the mirror.


It was a stroke of brilliant luck that Hermione Granger remembered reading up on something similar to those ancient runes only a fortnight ago, though it was a step in the right direction they still had more steps to take to discover where the mirror had taken the Boy Who Lived. It took days of searching in the Restricted Section of the Library to hunt down the book that coded for the ancient runes. It was with tedious work that both Minerva McGonagall and Severus Snape worked in tandem to translate the message with tedious care along with the assistance of Hermione and Ron.


Meanwhile, the Headmaster was kept busy with hundreds of owls that were sent with inquiries on where Harry Potter had disappeared to. With this he agreed with Cornelius Fudge, that it would not be a good idea to cause the Wizarding World to go into a panic now that their Boy Who Lived had disappeared. It was with great reluctance that Dumbledore granted the Daily Prophet an interview where he stated vaguely that Harry Potter had been taken abroad somewhere to study with colleagues of his.


That didn't stop the rumors that said Harry Potter might be dead, but it did decreased some of the public anxiety. It did nothing to stop their fervent worrying. While it had taken them a long time to translate out the runes, it hadn't taken the professors at Hogwarts long to figure out that whatever spell that had been used to trigger the properties of the mirror had had a dark magic signature that had been keyed to Harry Potter's magical signature.


Once the message on the mirror was finally translated out enough to make sense, everything became much more clearer. There was no doubt that the person behind the dark magic that had pulled Harry Potter into the mirror had to be Lord Voldemort. There was no one else that was strong enough to pull the spell off to target one particular person nor was there anyone that had enough power to activate a mirror that had not been used in over a thousand years.


Oh mirror, mirror that shelters reality


Let the onlooker seek what must be found


Different yes, but look and see


The alternate truth and do not drown


Death there be death here


There is no salvation without cooperation


One side must open the other must search where


To find the link that is their connection.


Working day and night, it had taken them two months to make the runes comprehensible. Now that they'd figured it out, they now knew that they were the ones that had to open the mirror that was locked. And they had found out that wherever Harry had gone, he had to be searching for a way back too or else their efforts were in vain. It didn't help that once they'd had the epiphany that alternate truth was alternate reality, they'd discover that there were thousands of alternate dimensions that were coexisting together at the same time.


However were they suppose to open the mirror to the right reality for Harry?

Not my novel all praises and credit goes to original author 'tkepner' only uploading it here to listen the audiobooks while working long crappy hours 

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/11913447/1/Amalgum-Lockhart-s-Folly

*** 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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Ricky slept like never had in his entire life, but he knew that if he was able to think that meant he was not dead. But when he remembered what happened before he list consciousness then he dreaded what he would see upon opening his eyes.

Just as he thought those things, he was suddenly assaulted by a pain in his head he never knew existed. It was as if someone was stabbed him in the head with a dull ice pick.

It hurt, it burned, gritting his teeth he however refused to scream. He didn't know why he did that, true he was always a bit headstrong a d also refused to show any type of weakness, but this was different.

As the pain subsided, a massive amount of inages and memories  assaulted him, it was like starting a movie on fast forward. This caused him to get lightheaded for a bit.

But when he recovered, he didn't know if he had lost his marbles of if he was dreaming, because there was not a chance or possibility that both harry potter or Voldemort existed, nor did Dungeons and dragons for that matter. 

Yet he had memories and abilities of both Harry Potter and that of Voldemort. To make matters worst he also had all the skill of his created character from Dungeons and dragons.

Apparently, when Harry Potter died in the Forbidden forest, the soul of Voldemort that was trapped in the scar escaped through a spatial rift and somehow he also got sucked through an open space rift. 

Also because that soul peice got corrupted by lily's blood magic, I mot only had all of Voldemort's memories but also harry's.

But for the Dungeons and dragons thing, he didn't have an explanation for it, not at all.

Sighing he pit it at the. ack of his head and decided to open his eyes, and when he did, it was in a rather familiar place to a rather familiar face that is, a familiar face that was twenty years younger than when Harry had last seen the medi-witch.

"Who are you?," Madam Pomfrey started, " And what were you doing in Dumbledore's office? You were lucky I found you.  Whom ever you are, I am not sure what prank you were planning but how did you even get into his office?"

Ricky blinked at her. His mind reeling. Time travel?. The memories that were not his immediately jumped to conclusion. But the memories of his original self had quickly took control and shut it down, Madam Pomfrey was younger than in his harry potter memories remembered, but older than his Voldemort's.

 So not only was he in between both time frame but he was also in an other world altogether. Then his thoughts sharpened.

"Hedwig?" He croaked.

"What did you say?"

Harry coughed, "Hedwig, my snowy owl, where is she?"

"She was unconscious, but like you, she was perfectly unharmed. She is resting with the gamekeeper, Hagrid, he's keeping an eye on her as she recovers."

"How long have I been out?"

"Since I found you, about twenty minutes, but by your age I'd say you are a sixth year so you might've missed your history exam. You a free to go and try to explain to your instructors why you are so late to the exam as it seems you don't want to explain anything to me."

Madame Pomfrey walked away after speaking with the young man, at first she was confused as to why he had a weird American accent, but it soon disappeared and replaced by a British one. She thought he was practicing for a prank, but let it go since it was money of her concern.

Ricky hesitated before climbing out of bed. He was still wearing his fatigues and boots, looking around he did not see his helmet, weapons, gear or vest for that matter. 

The only thing he noticed was his travel pack that looked to be filled with his meager possessions, and the wooden wand he bought from amazon during his free time a few days ago, after picking it up and placing it in his pocket, he sighed as he took another look at his clothes and to his joy it did not have any blood stains on it. "Thanks," he said.

before leaving the hospital wing he ducked into the bathroom that was located by the door, and he got inside he began getting his thoughts in order.

He needed a plan. Looking at himself in the mirror he decided that the easiest lie was the closest to the truth. He was a tall, handsome teenager with black hair, and blue gray eyes with gold rimless glasses.

He had an undercut fade haircut, his hair was neatly combed, however on the right side of his head a few inches away from his ear just to the side of his temple was a scar that strongly resembled the mark of cain from the show 'supernatural'.

Both the Harry and surprisingly the Voldemort side of him hated the scar on the side of his head hating it for everything it stood for, although it was no longer hurting.

After all it was a Horcrux.

Sighing he went back to his appearance, he had glasses and black hair like Harry Potter but looked nothing like him, therefore he could not be a full blooded Potter, a distant relative? maybe? A halfblood, his mother some nameless muggle? Nah, way to much prejudice.

How about a pure blood from a reclusive pure blood family from Gibraltar? according to Voldemort's memories a few existed there up until the sixties.

As far as backstory goes he could say that both his parents were dead and he had been living in foster care with a couple he called Uncle and Aunt, no relation.

As fo his magical ability…

He found an old trunk in the attic with spell books and a wand. He knew about Hogwarts but had assumed he wasn't powerful enough to be admitted. 

Somehow he doubted that people slipping through the cracks between Hogwarts and the Ministry would be a first-time occurrence.

Later at eight years old he ran away from home, and live in the streets of London. Where he got sick, Luckily he was save by a passing sellwand from Bulgaria who notice his shivering body in the dead of winter. She took him to her room and nursed him back to health.

After he was healthy, she took him under her wing and taught him everything he needed to know about magic. She even took him out to do some jobs every once in a while around the world, sadly she passed away a year ago.

He bounce around a bit looking for stable job, but with him being underage made it difficult. He came back to England this morning and was on his way to the leaky cauldron looking for work.

But why was he at Hogwarts?

Because, he asked a random person on the street and asked  him if he was related to a Henry Potter. Which he had interpreted to mean he had magical relatives, and the person told him about a relative who was around his own age who went by James who happened to attend Hogwarts.

Originally, he had intended to floo to Hogsmeade from London but had ended up coughing and saying Hogwarts instead.

Yeah that could work, but he needed to add to his background a bit. accessing both Voldemort and Harry's memories he began polishing his story.

After he was done, he  continuously repeated his backstory to himself, and again, and again. While watching himself speak he realized the one thing that even if all his lies held together might give him away if they do a blood test.

Frowning he quickly racked his brain for an answer, and a few different ideas popped up. To his dismay however the majority of them involved a lengthy ritual, and he knew that they came from Voldemort's memories.

After all that sick bastard had a sick and twisted love for the weird, and evil kinds of magic. Suddenly another idea sprang up, using a spell from DnD all he had to do was obtain a drop of blood from someone and upon injecting it in his body he would quickly cast a spell that would then dilute in his body showing that he his a distant cousin of said person.

After going over the spell and everything he open the door and looked around, Madam Pomfrey was not in the room, she probably was in her office.

With a relieved smile, he quickly made his way towards the counter where he noticed a jar full of small muggle of syringes, he knew from his memories of Harry Potter that they were still there, and unused during his Hogwarts years.

so it stand to believe that they were given to Poppy by a Muggleborn student as a gift, but since they were not used in the wizarding world she left them on the shelf as an show of appreciation.

He quickly opened the jar and took five, before closing it and leaving the hospital wing and tried to make his way to a secluded location outside instead, to once again began racking his brain for another solution.

He then created two simulacrum and sent them to the room of Requirement, they're instructions were to gather all the valuables, and things of intrest and putting them in a bag of holding, everything except the diadem horcrux.

He contimiued to make his way out of the castle, but it would seem that fate had other plans for him. As he navigated the halls of Hogwarts with unparalleled ease, using all the secret passages Voldemort knew and some Harry knew to make his way outside 

And as soon as he reached his desired location he was assaulted by one of the life altering events in the series.

Haughty, Pompous, Studious, and Killable; the four Marauders were in front of him and were most definitely up to no good.

Not my novel I only uploaded it here for the purpose of listening to it on the audiobook feature.

The author is a student currently attending Notre Dame university, Screen name is Fleeceem44. He is part of a private chat group consisting of ppl whom try to combine they're favorite fanfiction novels into one while tweaking then a bit.

The credit goes to the original authors of the novels used, for this particular remix I want to give credit to 

Jacobapples who wrote the novel 'Broken reflections'
https://m.fanfiction.net/s/12977048/2/

ORFgrunt who wrote the novel 'Till the gates of hell'
https://m.fanfiction.net/s/11327757/1/Till-the-gates-of-hell

Wand description 
Lenght- 14 inches 
Wood- Yew
Core- Dragon heartstring

Visual link: https://www.yourpatchstoreonline.com/Alchemy-The-Vault-Dragon-Wand-p/ac-v31.htm

!!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

harry potter list in order

In Harry Potter

In Harry Potter As A Metamorphmagus

Hadrian Potter x Library Of Heavens Path

Shaping the Future by CharmedArtist

Alexander Potter[Hiatus]

and the Mirror Of Paradox by Yih

Amalgum – Lockhart's Folly

The Intelligent Potter

Magic, Romance, and Mayhem

Transmigrated as Harry Potter

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