A guy is inserted into Gilderoy Lockhart.
Ding. 
Shameless Bastard Points +1.  
Oh, so, it's one of those kind of stories?

Isaac Barman genius prodigy gets reincarnated as Rey Orbis Grindelwald along with AI Kirin to help him on his journey.

"Unlimited Gold defended by countless life-threatening traps? MC I wish you good luck. May your protagonist aura SAVE you "

"Hey Rey, why are you carrying this chicken with you?"

"Dementors around ? Kirin Fuck them up"

"What Voldie is back better to learn some shield Spells ?"

"Wanna go adventuring with mc sorry gotta do my homework? Say Hermione let's grab a cup of butterbeer"

{{{Romance-Hermione only  (personal choice so frick off)
Rey is potrayed as a timid, fearful kinda like neville protagonist which adds comedy to the mix. 
OP but hides true abilities till fifth year..}}

Isaac Barman genius prodigy gets reincarnated as Ray Orbis Grindelwald along with AI Kirin to help him on his journey.

"Unlimited Gold defended by countless life-threatening traps? MC I wish you good luck. May your protagonist aura SAVE you "

"Hey Rey, why are you carrying this chicken with you?"

"Dementors around ? Kirin Fuck them up"

"What Voldie is back better to learn some shield Spells ?"

"Wanna go adventuring with mc sorry gotta do my homework?a'

Rey is portrayed as a dark but fun protagonist. Later takes on the world.

A teenager named Edward Williams, who reincarnation into the Magical World of Harry Potter and goes to school at Hogwarts!

P.S. I don't own Harry Potter, J.K Rowling does.

THESNAKE-HAIREDLADIES WEREstarting to annoy Percy.
They should have died three days ago when he dropped a crate of bowling balls on them at the Napa Bargain Mart. They should have died two
days ago when he ran over them with a police car in Martinez. They definitely should have died this morning when he cut off their heads in Tilden
Park.
No matter how many times Percy killed them and watched them crumble to powder, they just kept re-forming like large evil dust bunnies. He
couldn’t even seem to outrun them.
He reached the top of the hill and caught his breath. How long since he’d last killed them? Maybe two hours. They never seemed to stay dead
longer than that.
The past few days, he’d hardly slept. He’d eaten whatever he could scrounge—vending machine gummi bears, stale bagels, even a Jack in the
Crack burrito, which was a new personal low. His clothes were torn, burned, and splattered with monster slime.
He’d only survived this long because the two snake-haired-ladies—gorgons, they called themselves—couldn’t seem to kill him either. Their
claws didn’t cut his skin. Their teeth broke whenever they tried to bite him. But Percy couldn’t keep going much longer. Soon he’d collapse from
exhaustion, and then—as hard as he was to kill, he was pretty sure the gorgons would find a way.
Where to run?
He scanned his surroundings. Under different circumstances, he might’ve enjoyed the view. To his left, golden hills rolled inland, dotted with
lakes, woods, and a few herds of cows. To his right, the flatlands of Berkeley and Oakland marched west—a vast checkerboard of neighborhoods,
with several million people who probably did not want their morning interrupted by two monsters and a filthy demigod.
Farther west, San Francisco Bay glittered under a silvery haze. Past that, a wall of fog had swallowed most of San Francisco, leaving just the
tops of skyscrapers and the towers of the GoldenGate Bridge.
A vague sadness weighed on Percy’s chest. Something told him he’d been to San Francisco before. The city had some connection to
Annabeth—the only person he could remember from his past. His memory of her was frustratingly dim. The wolf had promised he would see her
again and regain his memory—if he succeeded in his journey.
Should he try to cross the bay?
It was tempting. He could feel the power of the ocean just over the horizon. Water always revived him. Salt water was the best. He’d discovered
that two days ago when he had strangled a sea monster in the Carquinez Strait. If he could reach the bay, he might be able to make a last stand.
Maybe he could even drown the gorgons. But the shore was at least two miles away. He’d have to cross an entire city.
He hesitated for another reason. The she-wolf Lupa had taught him to sharpen his senses—to trust the instincts that had been guiding him
south. His homing radar was tingling like crazy now. The end of his journey was close—almost right under his feet. But how could that be? There
was nothing on the hilltop.
The wind changed. Percy caught the sour scent of reptile. A hundred yards down the slope, something rustled through the woods—snapping
branches, crunching leaves, hissing.
Gorgons.
For the millionth time, Percy wished their noses weren’t so good. They had always said they could smell him because he was a demigod—the
half-blood son of some old Roman god. Percy had tried rolling in mud, splashing through creeks, even keeping air-freshener sticks in his pockets
so he’d have that new car smell; but apparently demigod stink was hard to mask.
He scrambled to the west side of the summit. It was too steep to descend. The slope plummeted eighty feet, straight to the roof of an apartment
complex built into the hillside. Fifty feet below that, a highway emerged from the hill’s base and wound its way toward Berkeley.
Great. No other way off the hill.

CHAPTER SIXTY TWO:


"Luna!" Harry greeted happily when he reentered Severus's quarters. "I thought you had gone back to the Ravenclaw dorm," he said, walking over to where they were sitting and leaning down to give Severus a kiss.


"That's hardly appropriate in front of a student," Severus admonished him, though it seemed more out of habit than because he truly felt that way.


"But it's perfectly alright in front of a friend," Harry corrected, giving him a second kiss just to prove his point. "Did you two have a nice chat?" he asked, moving to the couch and sitting down next to Luna.


"I did," Luna smiled serenely. "The Professor wanted to know about Lump-legged Urgles."


"Ah, yes," Harry grinned. "Wonderful creatures. It was just a few older Gryffindor boys pushing Colin around because he's been annoying them with his camera, but I think he's more likely to listen to what I told him than to three bullies. Though I think they may have been about to destroy his camera when I got there," he frowned. "At any rate, thanks for the warning," Harry leaned over and gave Luna a peck on the cheek.


"You're welcome, Harry," she smiled, appearing completely unruffled at the spontaneous display of affection.


"You'll tell me if any Nargles bother you, right?" he asked worriedly, looking her squarely in the eyes.


"Oh, they haven't been bothering me lately," Luna replied dreamily, reaching up a hand to toy with her necklace. "I had theorized that the new necklace would need a few weeks to take effect…"


"That's good," Harry smiled, leaning sideways against the back of the couch. "But you'll let me know if the necklace stops working?"


"Sure, Harry," she agreed easily. Standing up abruptly, she turned to Severus. "Thank you for the tea, Professor; I enjoyed myself. Good night, Harry," Luna smiled dreamily and headed for the door.


"Good night," two voices called after her, and Luna skipped the rest of the way to Ravenclaw Tower.


"So," Harry turned to Severus with a glint in his eye. "What did she tell you about Lump-legged Urgles?"


"It was quite interesting," Severus temporized. "Rather extraordinary, really."


Harry laughed. "You can say it – Luna's unique."


"That she is," Severus agreed with a small smirk. "It was, however, a very interesting conversation. As far as I understood it, Lump-legged Urgles are creatures that have the form of one-legged furry bison with extremely large ears but very small lungs, and they come running for help when someone needs it, generally due to a violent situation. Correct?"


"That sounds about right," Harry grinned. "You wouldn't believe how often they helped us in the future, though – and sometimes when Luna was right next to me, even, so though I have no idea how she does it, she must have some kind of sixth sense that either perceives these creatures or the things she invents the creatures for; there's simply no other explanation when she's standing next to me and suddenly gasps that the Abbots need help," he shook his head. "However she does it, it's dead handy, and she's a fun person to have around, too."


"I see what you mean," Severus nodded pensively. "It would be interesting to find out how she does it, but it seems that she is convinced that there are creatures that we others all cannot see. Perhaps she is right."


Harry nodded. "You see what I mean. Others think she's crazy, but she clearly has some kind of skill that we others don't have, and I think it's a shame that others look down on her for it." Then he smiled. "But it seems that she enjoyed chatting with you, so at least she has one more person who understands her." Standing up, Harry walked over to Severus and slid into his lap. "Did she mention Kimdingers at all?"


"Ah, yes," Severus said, feeling his face softening. "She told me they suit me."


Harry laughed at that, then leaned in for a kiss. "I agree with her there!"


OoOoO


The next morning Harry's wasn't in quite as good a mood.


"Filius," he said as he stepped into the Charms classroom, "I need to borrow Draco Malfoy for an hour or two. I have here a permission form signed by his Head of House permitting him to leave Hogwarts for the day," Harry handed a piece of parchment to the part-goblin and looked over at the students. He caught Draco's eye just as the Charms teacher said that everything seemed in order.


"You are free to go, Mister Malfoy," Filius Flitwick smiled at his student. "I am sure that one of your classmates will be able to lend you today's notes."


"Thank you, Professor," Draco replied, watching Harry warily as he gathered his things together.


"You can leave your things with Goyle, if you want," Harry pointed out. "You won't need your books, after all."


The boy didn't give any sign of having heard him, but left his bag on the desk when he was done packing it. All eyes were on them as they left the classroom, and as soon as the door was closed behind them Draco demanded, "Why should I go anywhere with you, Potter?"


Harry just gave him a level look, trying not to react to the aggressive tone. "Didn't your mother write you a letter about joining the Black family?"


"What if she did?" Draco crossed his arms, and Harry was hard-put not to roll his eyes.


Turning and starting towards the entrance hall, Harry replied, "Then you already know that Narcissa will be rejoining the Black family, and you have the same chance. If you choose not to become a Black, you can go back to Charms class and finish your last year at Hogwarts, for after that you won't have any funds to pay for a further education. Nor a home, incidentally, or even clothing past what you have at Hogwarts. Not a mother, either, as Narcissa will no longer be a Malfoy. I am headed for Gringotts now to formally bring her back into the Black family," Harry stopped and looked back at the blonde, "and you should have decided by now whether you'll come along or not."


The light-skinned boy was even paler than usual, but his arms were still crossed and he was glaring at Harry. "I hardly have a choice in the matter, do I Potter? If you hadn't defeated the Dark Lord none of this would have happened," Draco spat.


A silence fell as Harry simply met Draco's gaze neutrally. Eventually he turned away and said, "Come or don't; I don't care." Then he walked away, knowing that in a few seconds the young Malfoy would follow him and realizing that he truly didn't care if he didn't.


OoOoO


"Lord Potter-Black," Narcissa Malfoy rose from the seat she had been waiting on in Gringotts' entrance.


"Lady Malfoy," he replied formally, accepting her hand and bowing over it to brush a kiss on the back of her hand. It would be the last time he did. "Shall we proceed?"


"After you," she inclined her head, stepping aside for him to pass and falling in step with her son. She didn't greet him verbally, and neither did he her, but Harry couldn't see what they may be doing behind his back. For all he knew they could be holding hands.


"Good morning, Warrior," Harry saluted the first free teller, ignoring the stares all the other humans were giving his small party. "I came to annul Narcissa Black's marriage to Lucius Malfoy and bring Draco Malfoy into the House of Black."


"Please follow me, Lord Potter-Black," the goblin said promptly, putting up a 'closed' sign on his desk. Harry was surprised that the goblin would deal with it personally, but shrugged it off thinking that perhaps this goblin was responsible for such things. He and his two companions followed the goblin down a marble hallway, reaching an office just a minute later.


"Have a seat," the goblin offered, giving Narcissa the piercing look that Harry had expected to receive. The two adults took the chairs in front of the desk while Draco remained standing behind his mother; the goblin proceeded to the other side of the desk and promptly started rummaging around in a drawer.


"The Malfoy-Black marriage can only be declared invalid by the Lord Black if the Malfoy family is no longer capable of supporting the bride," the goblin said as he slapped a document down on the desk. "No other reason, including attempted murder by the husband, is a valid reason for dissolution of the Malfoy-Black marriage."


"So even if Malfoy had tried to kill you you couldn't have ended the marriage?" Harry asked Narcissa incredulously. "Mad." Turning back to the goblin he asked, "Can the Lord Black still dissolve the marriage if Lord Black personally killed Lord Malfoy?"


"As long as the Malfoy family is incapable of supporting the Black bride the Lord Black is capable of dissolving the marriage," the goblin said neutrally. He didn't seem at all surprised at Harry's revelation.


Just then Draco's brain seemed to catch up, and he pulled his wand with a roar. "You killed my father!"


Harry however was much faster, and Draco had hardly raised his wand when he was already frozen in a body bind. "You may not want to try that," he told the boy mildly. "I killed Lucius Malfoy on Voldemort's orders; what makes you think that you'll be able to take me down when I defeated both your father and his master? Calm down and use your head for once." Leaving the boy bound, Harry looked to the woman beside him. "Do you object, too? It's not too late to say that you'd rather not have me as your Head of House."


"You believe that I did not already know the identity of my husband's killer?" Narcissa asked stiffly. "He knew that to betray the Dark Lord was to court death; any Death Eater would have killed him. That the Dark Lord chose you to fulfill the task was pure chance."


Harry looked at her for a moment before inclining his head wryly. "True. If not me, then Severus would have killed your husband. I wonder how Draco would feel had his godfather been the one to kill his father?" Not expecting an answer, Harry turned back to the goblin. "I, in my role as Lord Black, choose to dissolve Narcissa Black's marriage to Lucius Malfoy."


"Please sign here, Lord Potter-Black," the goblin said evenly, sliding a document across the desk. "Doing so with this blood quill will immediately annul the Malfoy-Black marriage."


Harry narrowed his eyes in distaste at the sight of the blood quill, but picked it up without ado. He gave the document a brief one-over - it was the original wedding certification, it seemed – and signed swiftly, twitching slightly at the familiar bite of a blood quill.


"You may keep the document if you so wish, Lord Potter-Black," the goblin said when the blood had dried on the parchment.


"I would prefer to leave it in the goblins' capable hands," Harry returned, laying the blood quill down carefully.


"Gringotts is honored by your trust," the goblin said, and Harry couldn't tell whether he meant it or not. "Will you wish to bring Draco Malfoy into the Black House?"


Harry turned his head to look at the bound Draco. "It is up to Malfoy," he said neutrally, raising his wand to release the boy from the spell but keeping his wand raised. "Well?"


Draco scowled darkly, but lowered his wand. His hand however was gripping the wood so tightly that his knuckles were white. "I will join the Black House," he bit out.


"Narcissa, you will have to make sure he knows how to speak to his Head of House," Harry told his cousin without taking his eyes off Draco. "Draco Malfoy will join the Black House, Warrior," he informed the goblin, only turning away from the boy when he was reasonably sure that he wouldn't try to curse him in the back. The rings he wore should be able to protect him from nearly anything the boy could throw at him – except for an Unforgivable, but that would be a one-way ticket to Azkaban for the last remaining Malfoy.


"Oaths will be necessary, Lord Potter-Black," the goblin said, giving Harry the long-expected shrewd look. "Draco Malfoy will first pledge a magical oath to belong only to the Black family and never renounce it for another, acknowledging you as his Head of House, after which you in your capacity as Lord Black will swear an oath welcoming Draco Malfoy into the House of Black."


Harry hummed quietly. "Is it possible to have two Heads of House?" he asked. Narcissa's sudden intense look almost made him smirk – she probably thought he meant for Draco to become Lord Black when he turned seventeen.


"It is possible for two or more people to possess the Lordship of the same House simultaneously," the goblin confirmed. "Currently both Harry Potter-Black and Sirius Black are the Heads of House Black."


"Excellent," Harry said. "Once Draco Malfoy has joined the Black House I require emancipation papers for Harry Potter. The House of Potter will also have two Heads."


"It will be done," the goblin said, pulling a piece of parchment from a drawer and laying it to the side.


A pause, then the three adults turned to the single underage member of their group.


"Oh, very well," Draco snarled, raising his wand. "I, Draco Lucius Malfoy, renounce the Malfoy name and ask," he spat the word, "the Lord Black to receive me into the House of Black. I hereby swear to never renounce the Black family for another and acknowledge both Sirius Orion Black and Harry James Potter-Black as my Heads of House." A bright light flashed from the tip of his wand, and Draco lowered it again, glowering at Harry.


Harry promptly raised his own wand. "I, Harry James Potter-Black, accept Draco Lucius into the Black House." An identical light flashed from his wand and he turned back to the goblin, dismissing Draco out of hand.


"Harry Potter will need to sign this parchment, as will his legal guardians," the goblin said promptly, sliding the single parchment across the desk. "Once the parchment is filed back at Gringotts Mister Potter will receive his Lordship ring and the keys to the Potter vaults."


"Wonderful," Harry said, taking the parchment and rising. "I thank you for your time, Warrior."


"Gringotts anticipates doing business again soon," the goblin returned formally before leading them back to the exit. Harry gave the goblin a salute before turning to his silent companions.


"Draco is excused from classes for the day," Harry informed Narcissa. "You may want to show him around the Black manor; it will be his new home, after all."


"And what will you be doing, Potter?" Draco sneered. "Going to destroy other Pureblood names?"


Harry gave the boy a cold look. "You will refer to me as 'Lord Black', 'Lord Potter-Black', or 'my Lord'. Do I need to remind you that you just swore a magical oath acknowledging me as your Head of House?" Turning back to Narcissa, he said in clipped tones, "I will be at the Ministry attending the trials. Once they are over I will come by with two young children and the man who will be assisting you. I believe you've already become acquainted with the house elves at the manor?" She nodded. "Good. Instruct your son in the rules of House Black and the instructions I gave you. If I find him mistreating any of my servants he will have to accept the punishment I choose."


"You can rely on me, my Lord."


"I'm sure I can," he said, knowing that at least he could trust her to take care of the children properly. Whether he could trust her with more than that remained to be seen. After a pause he said to Draco, "The permission form is only valid for this day. Be back at Hogwarts before curfew and inform Professors McGonagall and Snape of your new status. The Headmistress will most likely announce it tomorrow so that people know to call you by your new name." With a last nod to Narcissa he left for the Ministry and another long day of trials. He had most likely missed part of the first one, but there would be at least another three to sit through.


Oh, joy, he thought, tucking the emancipation papers for Harry into his robes and apparating to the Ministry. Here we go again.

A few hours later, after Ricky had been given a full account of the thestrals, hippogryphs, and other things that go bump in the night, Ricky and Hedwig found themselves back in Dumbledore's office.

Ricky sort of regretted that it was back to its put together state, he had liked his version of redecorating. The 'danger' cabinet was nowhere within sight. But he knew that was his Harry sides feeling on the matter.

His Voldemort side however was fuming, he only looked at the office and contempt and fury.

"Mr. Potter, let's repeat shall we," Dumbledore said, eyes twinkling. "You met an odd stranger on the street and realized you might have relatives in our world so you went to London, found a fireplace with floo powder, mispronounced Hogsmeade while coughing and ended up in my office?"

"Yes, Sir," Ricky said, not even batting an eye under combined gazes of the Four Heads of the Houses, which was especially easy because the Slytherin Head of House was nowhere near as frightening as Snape.

"And you know about magic from books, and you have a wand because you found that wand with those books, and you have an owl because she found you?" Dumbledore went on.

"Yes, Sir."

Ricky was careful to not make direct eye contact, which wasn't hard because the other teacher's expressions were more interesting. 

"Well, all is in order then. But I am afraid you must turn in your wand and go back home."

Ricky  who had been watching Fawkes preen himself, nearly snapped his own neck to look back at the Headmaster. 

"You can't do that!"

"I am afraid my dear boy, that you are too old to attend this school and as you have been living with muggles- well by law I cannot allow you to possibly keep a wand and possibly expose us all. The risks are too great."

Ricky had not seen that coming, "That is horse crap, I need my wand."

"You need to return to your own world, to your home-"

"I don't have a home," Harry snapped, "They kicked me out because I was a freak."

"You've performed magic in front of them?"

Ricky glared, "I may not have gone to your fancy pants school, but I know how to read, I know it's normal for children to have spouts of accidental magic. It isn't my fault no one from 'your' world came to get me."

"Be that as it may, you cannot attend here. The scholarship is for first years only. Hogwarts rarely accepts transfer students and-"

"I came here to meet James Potter," Ricky cut him off, "I came here to find my family not to be harassed by some self-centered bearded fool who thinks he is king of the universe."

The twinkle vanished, "You are a threat to the safety of our world and I cannot allow-"

"And what about my safety? My mother was murdered by one of your kind, and if James really is my relative than that means my father was magical too. Which would make me your kind. I am not handing over the only chance I have against the monster who ended my mother's life."

"Muggles kill each other all the time, how do you know it was magic that killed her? You already told us she died when you were merely a year old?"

"Because I remember laughter, someone yelling 'Avada Kedavra,' and green light, and before you say there is no way for me to possibly remember that; I would like to point out that the trauma stays with us no matter the clarity of our memory."

"Fleamont and Euphemia would like to meet him, Albus," McGonagall said finally speaking up. "Even if he were a squib, you know they would want to meet him."

Dumbledore sighed, "Very well, no doubt James Potter will tell them regardless. But you will not be admitted here, Ricky, I want you to understand that. When our book doesn't recognize a possible student it is because they don't have the magic to keep up."

Harry glared, "It's Mr. Potter  to you, I have not given you permission to use my nickname. And considering your attitude earlier I doubt I will ever, and for your information i know my worth. And I bet I could pass your stupid tests."

Merlin knew that both Voldemort and Harry passed them before. Maybe it was the hatred Voldemort had for the man, but he was so angry with Dumbledore right now that he was close to fling a killing curse at him.

The twinkle returned to Dumbledore's blue eyes and practically ignored the jab, "That can be arranged, Mr. Potter."

The professors were pretty on board with testing Harry, in fact, due to all of the proctors for the OWLs being around they had decided to let Harry take all his OWLs (aside from astronomy) in one afternoon.

The Potter's were coming later that night.

Ricky was feeling both annoyed and a little vindictive. He was all too willing to prove Dumbledore wrong and that somehow pleased all the souls in him, so for the test he decided to leave it all to the Voldemort side of him, after all he did get one the highest OWL scores in history.

Accounting for the limited time the tests were more like evaluations. He was given the History of Magic test first with half the number of questions, and he was only given the practicals from the other exams.

The History of Magic exam was easier then Voldemort remembered, he breeze through in record time.

He had no issues in the Herbology practical and even earned a smile from Professor Sprout who was quite pretty in her late twenties when he gave extra care to the roots of a rather delicate mannered plant. 

While the Voldemort part if him looked at the subject with disdain, the Harry had spent his childhood working every summer in Aunt Petunia's garden, and although it wasn't his favorite thing to do, it wasn't something he was bad at.

Charms was downright easy, it had always been both of Harry and Voldemort's stronger subjects. Flitwick was delighted with Ricky's abilities.

The written aspect of Transfiguration was a joke, Voldermort was one smart bastard so he ghosted through that part. And to his shock the practically was even easier than that.

His care of Magical Creatures exam was overseen by Hagrid. The half-giant was unable to keep from saying, "He has a natural talent with the little creatures." 

For that subject his DnD character had a natural affinity for creates and nature overall, so he was completely at ease there.

Bith arithmancy and Runes were a walk in the park, he left both proctors with mouth gaping as he made his way towards the Dungeons for potions.

His potions skills were miles ahead of his age group, both Voldemort and Harry Potter had extensive experience with the subject.

For Harry it was due to the fear of Snape, and for Voldemort it was for the soul purpose of hurting others

And under the watchful eye of Professor Slughorn who was possibly the nicest Slytherin that Harry potter had ever met, he was praised for his work. Though Voldernort only  looked at the man with revulsion.

Defense of the Dark Arts… Dumbledore oversaw as apparently, the DADA had jumped off a cliff for unspecified reasons. He was still at St. Mungos in urgent care.

"Is there anything you learned, seeing as you have never studied at this school that was not covered?" one of the proctors asked.

Thinking about it for a bit, and debating with his innerselves. He came to the conclusion that he could produce the patronus charn.

"I can conjure a Patronus," Ricky replied dryly, barely able to keep the smugness off his face when he saw Dumbledore's eyebrows shoot up in his peripheral vision.

"That is a seventh year spell," The proctor noted.

"Defense always seemed the most interesting subject to me."

"As you have shown us, you did far better than the students in the current fifth year, but then Hogwarts has had a bad run of DADA professors."

Using Harry's memories, Ricky could not help but think about how bad it will get in the future, after all there were Quirrelmort, Lockhart, a Death Eater, or Umbridge.

"Hmmm… anyhow, show us your Patronus," the proctor said motioning with his hand.

Ricky said the magic words and a silver panther trotted around through the air, proud and regal leaving both the proctors and Dumbledore opened mouthed.

Ricky smiled smugly at Dumbledore once again, but quickly started to think, he might have realized how odd it would seem for a mostly self-taught wizard to be that talented but he dismissed it after all he did say mostly, it was they're fault for not asking about the rest.

The instructors and the professors not only agreed, but enthusiastically accepted Ricky into Hogwarts for the following year into his seventh year. He even agreed to take all of his courses at the NEWT level, including Artihmancy, and Runes under both proctors insistence on the importance of both subjects.

He received all outstanding and five outstanding with distinctions, in transfiguration, care of magical creatures, runes, arithmancy, and defense against the dark arts, which once again shocked the staff.

He received official OWL scores in person by madam Marchbanks, which never happen ed before but Ricky didn't mind. Unbeknownst to him, he had earned an outstanding amount of attention from the Headmaster. He would be (re)sorted tonight, something that was of great importance to Albus Dumbledore.

In the great hall later that night

"Ugh," Wormtail moaned, "why aren't we eating? Where is the food?"

"Where are the professors?" Remus asked.
"Here they come," Sirius sang under his breath.

"I can't believe we aren't going to win the house cup this year," James grumped.

"Really?" Lily asked from further down the table, "You? You of people, can't possibly imagine why we aren't going to win? It couldn't possibly have anything to do with you or your 'friends' misconception of the term fun."

James put his elbow on the table, his chin in his palm, and winked at her playfully, "Oh Lily Flower, if you wanted me to show you what fun is, you had only to ask."

She snarled wordlessly at him, before flipping her flaming red hair over one shoulder and turning her back on him to talk with a friend.

Sirius chuckled, "You really can't help being a moron, can you?"

James tightened his lips, "No one asked you, flea bag."

Sirius barked his laughter before pointing at the the figure of Ricky before speaking.

"Hey Jamzie Potter two is here"

"Why is there another Potter?" Lily asked suddenly and turned to glare at James and Sirius. She seemed more worried than anything else even though the boy did not looked too much like james.

James was skinnier and shorter, while this one was taller and more muscular. His hair did not stick out like wild grass, his features were more aristocratic.

He had high cheekbones, blue grey eyes and neatly combed hair.

All the while students throughout the hall were whispering versions of the same.

One girl whispered to her friend at the Gryffindor table, "He is as attractive as our Potter, isn't he? I think he is a lot taller and his hair is darker."

James smiled at having Lily's attention again, "He's my cousin."

"You don't have a cousin," she said sharply.

Sirius jumped in, "The Potters are a pureblood family, Lily Pretty. James has lots of cousins, we all do."

She hmphed, turning up her chin.

"McGonagall has the Sorting Hat," Remus said in a hushed voice as the hall grew quiet.

"Congratulations to all! On this festive day at the end of finals for the fifth and seventh years I am sure we all have much to celebrate and much we must part with as our seventh years move on to their new adventures," Dumbledore announced from his podium. "I am pleased to announce that Ravenclaw has won the house cup!"

The banners in the Great Hall shifted to blue, the Ravenclaw table cheering, the other houses clapping more sedately.

He continued, "But tonight our number is joined, entering the current sixth year class moving into their seventh year is Mr. Richard Henry Potter."

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

They had a good time chatting and eating candies that Harry bought for them. Who knew the Harry Potter, Perseus thought would be poor was packing with galleons. The awkwardness between Draco and Harry wavered a little but Harry still seemed to be holding something back. Perseus knew from Bailey that Malfoy's family was one of the followers of Voldemort when he was at its peak but when he was said to have died they quickly change sides.
From an outsider's point of view, it might have seen as a despicable and traitorous action but Perseus knew it wasn't that bad after all that's what he would've done in that situation as well. Perseus had a similar attitude as the current Draco in his past life, arrogant and a born hatred towards muggle-borns but luckily him being a squib taught him decency and he at least had a chance to learn that when it comes to wizards only the muggle-born would treat squibs with some amount of respect, unlike the nobles.
The countryside now flying past the window was becoming wilder. The neat fields had gone. Now there were woods, twisting rivers, and dark green hills.
There was a knock on the door of their compartment and a round-faced boy came in. He looked tearful.
"Sorry," he said, "but have you seen a toad at all?"
When they shook their heads, he wailed, "I've lost him! He keeps getting away from me!"
"He'll turn up," said Harry with Draco ignoring the boy's existence completely and Perseus not paying too much attention to it in general.
"Yes," said the boy miserably. "Well, if you see him..."
He left.
"Don't know why he's so bothered," said Draco. "If I'd brought a toad I'd lose it as quick as I could."
"Well, what else can you do." Perseus said shrugging, "Other than an owl, a cat and a toad you're not allowed to bring other creatures at all."
"I guess you're talking about the rules, right?" Draco said shaking his head, "You see it is all just formalities, you can bring any animal you like as long as it's not above an XXX-level creature and small enough to be contained in a small area."
"What's an XXX-level creature?" Harry asked curiously.
"You see, in the magical world there are magical creatures like unicorns and dragons." Perseus said looking at the surprise in Harry's face, "Yes, they are all real, Harry. And these creatures are divided according to how dangerous they are. It goes from X-level which basically means boring creatures that can't harm anyone to XXXXX-level which means wizards killers and creatures that can't be domesticated."
"I see." Harry gulped imagining a fight between a wizard and a dragon, "Did you bring any pets then?"
"I didn't." Draco said, "It seemed like a hassle but I am planning on getting an eagle for Christmas. What about you Perseus?"
"I didn't bring any as well." Perseus said, "I had been meaning to get an owl at least but I had kinda forgotten about it. Maybe I'll get one for Christmas as well."
"You can use mine if you want to." Harry said, "I luckily got an Owl as a gift. Not that I have anyone to send letters to."
 Just then the compartment door slid open again. The toadless boy was back, but this time he had a girl and a boy with him. The girl was already wearing her new Hogwarts robes and the boy was the redhead Perseus recognized to be the one who crashed into him previously.
"Has anyone seen a toad? Neville's lost one," she said. She had a bossy sort of voice, lots of bushy brown hair, and rather large front teeth.
"We've already told him we haven't seen it," 
"See, Neville you should just let it go." The redhead said, "The toad was useless anyway."
"The only reason Neville's toad is gone is because you wanted to try your stupid spell on it." The girl said glaring at him, "If you don't want to help him, go back."
"Whatever, who cares about the stupid toad anyway." The redhead pushed through Neville who looked as if he was about cry any moment, but then his eyes fell of Harry or more especially his scar, "Wicked! Are you Harry Potter?"
Harry who was getting uncomfortable with how the boy was treating Neville looked at the boy a bit unfavorably.
"Do you know him, Harry?" Perseus asked as Harry nodded.
"His family helped me find the platform." Harry said, "Do I know you?"
"I am Ron-"
"No need to ask who they are, Harry. My father told me all the Weasleys have red hair, freckles, and more children than they can afford." Draco said snorting, "Get lost Weasley before you dirty out compartment."
"What did you say?" The boy named Ron glared at Draco while Perseus was busy looking at Harry's reaction to the matter. From what it seemed, Harry seemed to view both the boy and Draco the same but maybe he was a bit lenient to Draco per se. Harry turned towards Perseus as if asking for help as Perseus sighed.
"Sigh! This is going to be annoying." Perseus said taking out his wand, "You all might want to step back a little."
Ron who was still in a mood for fight wasn't barging off until the girl pulled him away, her eyes stuck to Perseus.
"Accio, toad!"
Everyone was expecting something extraordinary to happen but nothing did.
"Sigh! So bloody annoying." Perseus fumed, after all, summoning a toad he had never seen before was proving to be extremely hard.
Ron snickered on the side as others stayed quite.
Taking a deep breath Perseus pulled his wand at the top of his head as he concentrated on the spell thinking of every toad he had ever seen on TV, "ACCIO! TOAD!!"
A puff of smoke covered the floor of the compartment when they all started hearing loud croaking noises. All of them looked down to see the floor covered with toads of different kinds as all of them hurriedly lifted their feet.
"Trevor!" Neville said delightfully as he jumped into the pile of toad catching one of them on his fall.
Perseus was glad that the spell worked but he didn't expect, every toad from the entire train to be summoned into the room.
"This might've been a bit overkill." Perseus said, "We might want to get out of here."
Harry and Draco nodded as they jumped out of the compartment as Perseus helped pull Harry's suitcase and Neville outside from the heap of toads.
"Close the door," Draco said as Perseus nodded and waved his wand again just then Draco pushed Ron, in the compartment right before it closed on him.
All the other looked at Draco as he just shrugged, "What? I tripped. Besides, we can't let those toads out anymore unless we want to be blamed for stealing."
"I couldn't agree more." Perseus nodded as he could see Ron screaming for them to open the compartment. "Sorry, Mr. Weasley if we open the compartment I wouldn't be able to contain the toads so till we stop at Hogwarts we request you to stay patient in there. There are some treats we previously bought but you can enjoy them as compensation for your patience."

I used to be a Squib but now after my death, I reincarnated as a wizard.
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Read the Prologue for a better idea of Sypnosis as I don't really know how to write it clearly. It will change later.

The vampire Nundu gave the folded newspaper to his partner. Kai unfurled the paper and peered at the many small headlines on it and started to read it. He was reading at the pace of a quick human as he was still adapting to his newly awoken body. 

There were only a few headlines that caught the vampire lord's attention, the first was one that announced the results of Harry's trial. The second was related to the supposed appearance of a Lethifold- a dangerous A class dark creature that was said to rival and, in some cases, trump the Dementors. It was written that Harry Potter said that he was attacked by a Leithold during one of his visits to London.

The third and final subject that caught Kai's attention was a small announcement at the very bottom of the front page. The announcement revealed that there was a new care of magical beasts professor needed to teach for the first half of the year. 

Originally Grubly-Plank was meant to teach during Hagrid's visit to the Giants in mountains, but as he was approaching one of the Court's more secretive settlements full of B class magical beasts that included Giants he was unable to teach that year. Bob had told Kai that the half-giant was on his way to make sure that the Court's branch didn't join the fake blood lord.  

The fake had disclosed the fact that he was going to get the magical beasts help and the order of the Phoenix had heard of it. The fake blood lord had chosen this specific branch as they had announced that they were loyal to the Blood Lord. While most of the wizarding world assumed they were talking about the fake, the high ranking members knew that they were talking about the true Blood Lord- Kai. 

Kai remembered that that specific branch was given a runic circle created by him when he was practising magic. It appeared that it had protected them from the memory changes the rest of the world had experienced. Hagrid had nominated himself to go to persuade the Court's magical beasts to join Dumbledore's side or at least stay neutral. At least that was what Mundungus Fletcher had reported, he was the Court's spy in the Order of the Phoenix. 

The job had sparked Kai's interest as it had caused him to have an alternate way to get close to Harry, without alarming him. He could get close to Harry in many ways as a teacher such as giving him detention or giving him private lessons. He decided to do attempt to go to the interview immediately and would take the job interview with the board of governors. 

He couldn't risk going to Dumbledore as there was a high chance that he wouldn't allow Kai to take the job and perhaps even attack him. This would automatically cause him to lose a good chance to earn Harry's trust or even lose it completely as currently, he was Dumbledore's puppet. 

Kai was sure that the Headmaster of Hogwarts wouldn't‎ allow him to step through the doors of the school. This was because he was a vampire and automatically considered a "dark" creature. However, the main reason was that he would be able to show Harry that not all vampires were evil as the heralded greatest wizard in wizarding history would like him to believe. 

Kai would get Tom to give him an identity that was stored in the court just for these types of occasions. All that would be required would be a few changes such as names species etc. The main part would be that he was a 10-star member and that he had fought during the two wars the court had faced.

The vampire lord assumed that he knew more about magical creatures than any other wizard in the world due to his vast "experience" with them. 

Although this "experience" was mainly killing them and fighting them, it allowed him to know all of their weaknesses and soft spots. He would also be able to teach them the curriculum that could actually help them instead of the rather unique things that Hagrid taught.

He would use his experience on the battlefield, as well as his new identity to convince the governors to let him into the school as a professor and if that didn't work then he would use some other more interesting means to help convince them. 

This identity would give him the right tools as well as a way for the students to worship or at least admire him. He turned to the pages where the trial of Harry Potter was located and started reading.

                                      Harry Potter accused of underaged magic?
                                                              Rita Skeeter
At the hour 8:00 AM in the morning young Harry Potter's trial for his underaged magic usage began. However the boy who lived only arrived 5 minutes after its start, according to him minister Fudge sent a letter to his residence a mere few hours before the hearing and therefore didn't reach him on time. The only reason he arrived according to him was because of sheer luck. 

He was bombarded with questions by the senior undersecretary to the minister of magic Mrs Delores Umbridge alongside the minister of magic Cornelius Fudge for the next few minutes, without receiving a chance to defend himself. 

It was only after his defendant Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore who serves as Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards, Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot and the Headmaster of Hogwarts school of witchcraft of wizardry, arrived did the Minister and his undersecretary stop questioning Mr Potter. 

The headmaster of Hogwarts was fuming at the fact that the trial had started without Harry's defendant who incidentally was the headmaster himself. After he arrived, he managed to defend the claims and serious accusations that were thrown at the boy who lived. 

The main claim that the minister used against the defendant was the use of magic in front of a muggle, the other major accusation was the use of underage magic. Minister Fudge pushed for Mr. Potter's wand to be snapped, along with Undersecretary Umbridge. 

The defendant stated that young Harry was merely defending himself against a Lethifold, which had attacked both him and his cousin when they were returning from London. The minister denied these claims but after the headmaster of Hogwarts brought in a witness in the form of a squib named Arabella Figg. She had by coincidence come to London to visit her granddaughter and when she was returning home she saw the two boys.

The witness described that while couldn't exactly see what was going on, she did see I quote "a big, smoky, black cloth that was releasing a terrible and terrifying feeling." Then the defendant said that Mr Potter released a Patronus, (for our readers that are unaware of what the spell is, the Patronus is a conjured spirit animal created from positive memories that stop Dementors and Leitholds) in the form of a stag that caused the Lethifold to escape. 

Minister Fudge tried to have young Harry's wand taken on the grounds of exposing magic to a muggle but Headmaster Dumbledore stopped the Minister with Clause Seven of the Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery, which was judged by the Wizengamot and was decreed reasonable enough for young Harry to defend himself and his cousin.

Then Undersecretary Umbridge used the accusation of underage magic against the hero of the wizarding world on the basis of the use of the engorgement charm against his muggle aunt Marge 3 years ago. 

But much to her dismay the accusation was stopped once again by headmaster Dumbledore who defended young Harry by saying that the ministry had already proven that the user of said charm was an unrelated house elf. 

Thus, Harry Potter was proven innocent. This reporter believes that the boy who lived deserves respect for all he has done for the wizarding world and not the biased accusations of our minister. Once again this reporter is doing her job to report the truth and only the truth.
To read about Lethifolds that are out of control and what the ministry should be doing go to page 23 

Once Kai read Rita's report he was fuming, as he knew that while there were some untruthful parts in it most of it was true. After all, there was more juicy material to write about the ministry as a whole instead of one boy and therefore she should give the truth as that meant that the ministry came out in a bad light.

But a Lethifold, he wondered how the fake managed to control a Lethifold as they were said to be uncontrollable. This was because they were mindless beings that sought to devour humans. There still wasn't a known reason for this occurrence but some theorized that the Lethifolds were once human souls that experienced some dark ritual.

But it would seem that Kai needed to push in a meeting with the vampire that was assuming his identity. He had to get rid of the trash and interrogate him about the ally who is manipulating these events.

Kai is a tourist on holiday when he is killed in a terrorist attack. He wakes up during the year 1981 in a forest and finds out that he is a vampire progenitor in the Harry Potter world. Kai then heads out to the nearest human settlement which happens to be Godric Hollow. 
-This is my first time writing a novel so I will have mistakes, I'd appreciate it if you could point them out.
-I want to point out that HP doesn't belong to me.
-THE STORY WON'T BE GOING ACCORDING TO CANON! I will be introducing my own elements to the story.
-OOC Voldemort

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*** Headmaster's office
"Harry, I have something very serious to talk to you about… do you know Sirius Black?" Arcturus asked.
Harry's eyes hardened, "The man who betrayed my parents." He said simply.
Arcturus shook his head, "No, Sirius Black did not betray your parents."
"How! He was their secret-keeper, only he could-"
"-But he wasn't their secret-keeper, in his last letter to me, he said he was a decoy and proof was in the Potter will… I need to see if it's true, the boy is my grandson, I am formally requesting you to publically have your will unsealed, I already have Albus' permission, now I just need yours." Arcturus sent the boy a pleading look.
*** Wizengamot monthly meeting
"Our next order of business is a request by the Heir Potter, to unseal his parent's will and I, as his guardian have granted permission." Dumbledore said loudly.
"Bring forth the will." He commanded, and a goblin representative handed an old-looking scroll to Dumbledore.
Being of sound body and mind, I Lord James Charlus Potter, hereby declare this document as my official will.
Being of sound body and mind, I Lily Evans Potter, hereby declare this document as my official will.
We leave all our earthly possessions to our son, Heir Hadrian James 'Harry' Potter.
We hereby donate the sum of 100,000 galleons to the Hogwarts student fund.
We hereby donate the sum of 100,000 galleons to Lord Albus Wulfric Brian Dumbledore to support the war effort.
We hereby donate the sum of 1,000,000 galleons to Mr. Remus Lupin in hopes that he may purchase a new pair of robes.
We hereby donate the sum of 10,000 galleons to Heir Sirius Black though he is not in immediate need of it.
We hereby donate the sum of 100,000 galleons to Peter Pettigrew for being a good friend in a time of need.
In the case of our untimely death, we would like our son to reside with Heir Black and in the case that that it not possible, we leave it up to Lord Dumbledore to decide the temporary home for our son.
Lord Potter and Lady Lily Potter would like the court to recognize that their secret keeper for Godric's Hollow was Peter Pettigrew and NOT Heir Black and if Mr. Pettigrew indeed betrayed Lord and Lady Potter, his portion from the will is revoked.
So mote it be.
So mote it be.
Having read the entire will, Dumbledore looked up to see the stunned audience.
"What shit is this Dumbledore; Black is obviously guilty!" Fudge got out of his seat in an effort to look intimidating.
Amelia Bones entered the courtroom with Sirius Black in magic-restraining handcuffs, "I think you'll find, Minister, that Sirius Black did not receive a trial at the hands of my predecessor, so I shall right my wrong. Let the trial of Sirius Black begin!"
Sirius was tied up in a chair in the middle of the court.
"Sirius Black, for thirteen charges of muggle murder, and 2 charges of accessory to murder. How do you plead." Amelia intoned.
"Not guilty." The man hoarsely said.
"Administer the veritaserum." Amelia commanded but Lucius Malfoy raised his hand before the veritaserum could be administered.
"Are you sure the man is of his proper mind after so many years in Askaban?" Lucius said, sounding positively concerned for the man, "Because if it isn't, you cannot interview him under veritaserum by laws put in place by this very body."
Amelia shook her head in exasperation, "Very well, then our only evidence is a MAGICALLY-BOUND will which states that Black is not guilty so I am ready to give my vote right here and now."
In the end, the vote was close, because all the dark families and a couple of the light families voted against him, though thankfully most light and grey families followed the lead of Dumbledore and Amelia and voted in favor of Sirius.
"Heir Black, it is my pleasure to announce that you have been cleared of all charges and will be given compensation for your time in Askaban."
Sirius smiled tiredly, but a few astute families noticed Amelia's wording, Heir Black when he should be Lord Black.
A voice chuckled from the visitor's gallery, "It seems that some people have realized what Amelia meant…"
Dumbledore straightened, "Our next order of business is welcoming back the Lord Black into this party after a long leave in regards to his uncertain health."
Arcturus strode out of the visitor's gallery and walked straight to the Black seat, sitting down, taking the whispering to an all-time high.
"SILENCE!" Dumbledore roared.
Arcturus rose again, "I would like to take custody of my grandson until he is well."
*** Hogwarts, a month later
Harry and Hermione continued their training, Harry continued training with elemental magic, learning nuances and by the end of the month, Harry had a reasonable grasp over the basics of the art.
Sirius himself was recovering in a mental clinic in America.
Hermione was more focused on getting her spell-magic up to where Harry was, not having practiced dueling techniques like he had and not being built for fighting, her posture being a bit too stiff and not fluid enough to be a winning duelist, thought Dumbledore was working on that with her.
Unfortunately, the petrifications continued, and Dumbledore was required more and more at school and he kept his investigation going, having narrowed it down to a handful of magical creatures, citing the 'monster' in the legend of the Chamber of Secrets. Currently, he was theorizing that it might be a Basilisk and the three victims so far were just really lucky in surviving their encounters.
Dumbledore explained his theory while he and Hermione were doing a mock-duel and Arcturus and Harry were already done for the day.
You're grasping at straws now, Albus, there is no way that a goddamn Basilisk could go around this school and not kill ANYONE." Arcturus scorned Dumbledore's theory.
"But it would fit Voldemort's mo…" Nicolas mused.
Dumbledore nodded, "Out of all magical snakes, this is the only one that makes logical sense. Not to mention, the last time the chamber was opened, a girl died and it was definitely Voldemort who opened it then, so perhaps, instead of an Heir, we should be looking for a possessed student."
"But wouldn't they have a head sticking out of the back of their head, Like Professor Quirrell." Hermione asked, sending another simple spell-chain at Dumbledore.
"There are many types of possession, Granger, what we are talking about is Voldemort taking over somebody's body from inside his horcrux, not just attaching himself to any consenting individual." Arcturus explained.
Nicolas cleared his throat, "Either way, it's about time that I start teaching you battle alchemy."
Harry raised his hand, "Doesn't Alchemy basically work off the law of equivalent exchange, so isn't transfiguration more versatile?"
"Good question, the answer is that Alchemically transmuted objects cannot be reverted or broken with magic, they are entirely resilient to anyone's magic but your own. At the same time, transfiguration is a form of alchemy as well, simplified and enhanced by wizard's magic to bypass the law of equivalent exchange but lose any magical properties." Nicolas explained.
Harry nodded, and Nicolas proceeded to give a long lecture on Alchemy and how it worked, having them work in pentagrams, which helped beginners learn the basics and he had them do simple alchemy, turning a big rock into a small knife, which both Harry and Hermione managed.
"The goblins are great Alchemists, as the legends go, they sacrificed over ten kilograms of pure diamond to create the sword of Gryffindor." Nicolas said, "Alchemically created weapons are the best in the world, you would do well to learn how to use a sword and alchemically transfigure yourself a physical weapon, it is also possible to turn your weapon into a conductor for magic, though that would require a greater sacrifice. For the next couple turns, we'll be working on simple alchemy of physical objects, however, greater uses of alchemy include blood magic and alchemical wards, both of which involve sacrifice, making them the most powerful forms of magic. Incidentally, the wards protecting your aunt's house are also alchemical wards, working off the willing sacrifice of a life, perhaps one of the most powerful sources of magic ever, making the wards around that house perhaps the strongest wards created in the last hundred years."
*** 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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