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

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.

Name : Draco Malfoy
Sex : Male
Age : 8 year, 3 months, 1 Day
Species : Human (Wizard)
Strength : 376
Speed : 319
Vitality : 548
Magic : 21,811
Karma : 143,809,497,785
Wand :
Loyalty : 100%
Soul Wand Attributes : Magic Growth Rate +1000%, Magic Power +100%
Yggdrasil Heartwood : +1000% Magic Growth Rate, Potions +100% potency/accuracy
Seraphim Feather : +500% Speed Growth Rate
Nemian Lion Whisker : +500% Strength Growth Rate +250% Charms potency/accuracy
Hydra's Heartstring : +500% Vitality Growth Rate
Philosopher's Stone : +1000% Transfiguration magic potency/accuracy, +500% all other magic potency/accuracy

Grimoire :
Loyalty : 100%
Soul Grimoire
Divine Luck - Rank S
This power is activated randomly, and can trigger fortune to smile upon you, though after use it will not work again for at least 60 days.

Familiar Tattoo - Rank A
The bearer of this ability can have their familiar merge into their body in the form of a tattoo.  The tattoo functions as a stasis effect while the familiar is inside of it.

Telepathic Familiar - Rank B
The bearer of this ability bestows upon his familiar the ability to telepathically communicate with himself and others.

Chlorokinesis - Rank SSSS
This is an activated skill that lets the user control plants, cause them to grow or move, or even imbuing them with a bit of sentience.

Pyrokinesis - Rank D
The user is able to creat and control a magical flame.  Repeated use ond practice can cause the rank of this skill to rise, allowing for the creation of larger and more powerful flames.

Reality Revision - Rank Divine
This is an incredible skill that can make small changes to reality itself.  It cannot take a life or restore a life, but it can do just about anything else as long as only one target is designated.  Whatever change is made becomes the truth, and it is as though it was always the truth.  No one other then the user of the skill is aware of the skill or the worlds state prior to its use.  It cannot be used again for 20 years after it is used.

Aperation - Rank A
This is a movement skill that allows so near instantanius travel to a place you have been before

Nemian Lion's Roar - Rank S
After use, the user's body becomes Impervious to harm from all sources for 1 minute.  This ability has a 1 hour cooldown period after use before it can be used again.  The cooldwn increases by 1 hour after each use.

Seraphim's Grace - Rank SS (Sealed)
After use, the target is healed from all damage and is restored to peak physical health.  This even has the power to resurrect the dead, provided that it is used within two weeks after the target has died.  If the target is alive when this is used then the cooldown is 12 hours, but if used to resurrect the dead then the cooldown is instead 1 year.

Hydra's Vigor - Rank SSS (Sealed)
After use, the target cannot die, no matter how much damage they take, due to the Hydra's regenerative powers.  For each minute that this effect is kept active, there is a cooldown one 1 month before it can bee used again.

Twist Fate - Rank SSSS (Sealed)
If you know the outcome of something, or can correctly guess it before it happens, the user can twist fate to change an object or an outcome to one that they desire.  This skill has a 6 month cooldown period.  This can change the result of a random event involving an object, but cannot change anything living.

Tree of Life - Divine Rank (Sealed)
The user is able to compress their magic and use it to create large blocks of Yggdrasil Heartwood from nothing.

Inventory :
Strength Enhancer (SSS grade) x1 : This pill can be used to permanently increase the users Strength stat by 200%
Speed Enhancer (SSS grade) x1 : This pill can be used to permanently increase the users Speed stat by 200%
Vitality Enhancer (SSS grade) x1 : This pill can be used to permanently increase the users Vitality stat by 200%
Magic Enhancer (SSS grade) x1 : This pill can be used to permanently increase the users Magic stat by 200%
Slytherin's Locket : This locket can only be opened and it's unknown magic can only be used by one with Parceltongue.

Library :
Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone by SYSTEM
Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets by SYSTEM
Harry Potter and the Prisoner of AzKaban by SYSTEM
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire by SYSTEM
Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix by SYSTEM
Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince ny SYSTEM
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows by SYSTEM
Basic Wandcrafting by System
Advanced Wandcrafting by SYSTEM
Mythical Wandcrafting by SYSTEM
Basic Occlumency by SYSTEM
Intermediate Occlumency by SYSTEM
Advanced Occlumency by SYSTEM
Metalsmithing the Goblin Way - Basic Edition by SYSTEM
Metalsmithing the Goblin Way - Intermediate Edition by SYSTEM
Metalsmithing the Goblin Way - Advanced Edition by SYSTEM
Metalsmithing the Goblin Way - Master Edition by SYSTEM

Spellman's Syllabary by Rosana Amorim
Newts of Bognor by Walter Aragon
A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot
Hogwarts: A History by Bathilda Bagshot
Omens, Oracles & the Goat by Bathilda Bagshot
The Oracle of Palombo by Bathilda Bagshot
Chadwick's Charms: Volumes I by Chadwick Boot
Chadwick's Charms: Volumes II by Chadwick Boot
Chadwick's Charms: Volumes III by Chadwick Boot
Chadwick's Charms: Volumes IV by Chadwick Boot
Chadwick's Charms: Volumes V by Chadwick Boot
Chadwick's Charms: Volumes VI by Chadwick Boot
Chadwick's Charms: Volumes VII by Chadwick Boot
Advanced Rune Translation by Yuri Blishen
Advanced Potion-Making by Libatius Borage
Asiatic Anti-Venoms by Libatius Borage
Have Yourself a Fiesta in a Bottle! by Libatius Borage
Moste Potente Potions by Phineas Bourne
Book of Potions by Zygmunt Budge
Protection Charm Your Mind: A Practical Guide to Counter Legilimensy by Franciscus Fieldwake
Goshawk's Guide to Herbology by Miranda Goshawk
The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 1 by Miranda Goshawk
The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 2 by Miranda Goshawk
The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 3 by Miranda Goshawk
The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 4 by Miranda Goshawk
The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 5 by Miranda Goshawk
The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 6 by Miranda Goshawk
The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 7 by Miranda Goshawk
Practical Household Magic by Zamira Gulch
Flesh-Eating Trees of the World by Hogwarts Press
Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger
Potion Opuscule by Arsenius JiggerThe Essential Defence Against the Dark Arts by Arsenius Jigger
Ancient Runes Made Easy by Laurenzoo
The Monster Book of Monsters by Edwardus Lima
Break with a Banshee by Gilderoy Lockhart
Gadding with Ghouls by Gilderoy Lockhart
Holidays with Hags by Gilderoy Lockhart
Travels with Trolls by Gilderoy Lockhart
Voyages with Vampires by Gilderoy Lockhart
Wanderings with Werewolves by Gilderoy Lockhart
Year with the Yeti by Gilderoy Lockhart
Merpeople: A Comprehensive Guide to Their Language and Customs by Dylan Marwood
Shrubs & Trees for the Garden by Arthur Osborn
The Healer's Helpmate by H. Pollingtonious
Alchemy, Ancient Art and Science by Argo Pyrites
Little People, Big Plans by Ragnok the Pigeon-Toed
Xylomancy by Selina Sapworthy
Winogrand's Wondrous Water Plants by Selina Sapworthy
A Children's Anthology of Monsters by Newton Scamander
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander
The Beaters' Bible by Brutus Scrimgeour
Defensive Magical Theory by Wilbert Slinkhard
Charms of Defence and Deterrence by Catullus Spangle
Healing at Home with Herbs by Phyllida Spore
One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore
Extreme Incantations by Violeta Stitch
A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch
Intermediate Transfiguration by Emeric Switch
A Guide to Advanced Transfiguration by Emeric Switch
The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble
The Noble Sport of Warlocks by Quintius Umfraville
Unfogging the Future by Cassandra Vablatsky
Confronting the Faceless by Ebba Visage
Curses and Counter-Curses by Vindictus Viridian
Unfogging the Future by Cassandra Vablatsky
Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling
Numerology and Grammatica by L. Wakefield and M. Carneiro
Beating the Bludgers - A Study of Defensive Strategies in Quidditch by Kennilworthy Whisp
Quidditch Through the Ages by Kennilworthy Whisp
Magical Water Plants of the Highland Lochs by Hadrian Whittle
Home Life and Social Habits of British Muggles by Wilhelm Wigworthy

His name is Draco Malfoy, at least it is now.  He started out as a soul before the System he possessed rebooted, apparently after suffering a critical error.  Apparently, features he had from the system were incompatible with where he was to be reincarnated, but our MC couldn't remember why.

After receiving a mysterious message through his system from a god or something, someone calling him Sun Wukong, the Monkey King, the soul who would become Draco Malfoy, was left to experiment with his Mysterious System.

Fortunately, his Newbie Pack gave him all seven Harry Potter books to help him prepare to enter his new world, and with that he was able to begin preparing for the eventual conflicts to come.

While his memories of his previous life, or perhaps lives, appear to be missing, he sometimes finds himself just understanding things mysteriously, and he's uncertain why.

He decides that after seeing all the Karma he had previously accumulated, that he must have been a good guy in his previous life or lives, so he decides to live his new life his own way and to hell with the script/story he read.

He'll rise to the top of the world, exploit every advantage his system gives him, and surpass both Moldybutt and Dumbledore!

Note : I do not own the picture, I just found it online and thought that it was appropriate.  I hope everyone likes the story.

Harry entered Diagon Alley under his invisibility cloack, following Caitlyn and Scathach. He stayed close to them, touching their hands through the cloak.

The women looked slightly impressed by the alley for a bit, but refocused. They moved swiftly toward the bank, leaving sight-seeing and exploration for later. Harry didn't want to have any problem with the goblins, so when the group reached the entrance of the bank, Scathach leaned toward one of the guard and spoke in a low voice so nobody but the guards could hear.

"We have an invisible friend here who doesn't want anyone to know he is here. I hope it won't be a bother."
The guards stiffened after hearing the first sentence, but then relaxed. It wasn't rare for people to want to conceal their identity when they entered the bank, but it was still surprising for said people to announce it before entering. One of the guard nodded and signaled one of the other sentinels within the bank. He turned to the 2 women and answered.
"You may get in."
"Thank you."

With that, the group entered, and soon found themselves in front of a teller. Making sure there were nobody nearby to overhear, Scathach leaned toward the goblin and whispered.
"Mister Potter wishes to inquire about the status of his assets with the bank. Discretly".
"Wait for a bit. We will see if his account manager is available."

They left the counter and went to the waiting area. A few minutes later another goblin came and told them to follow him. They walked for several minutes, taking several turns before arriving at the door of an office. The goblin knocked sharply twice and waited for an answer. Then he ushered the group inside. Once they got in and the door closed behind them, Harry took of his cloak and walked toward the desk behind which an old goblin was sitting.

"I am the manager of the Potter accounts, Goldblade. It's a pleasure to finally meet you, heir Potter. That is, if you really are Harry Potter. Before conducting any kind of business, I will have to verify your identity."
"Good day to you manager Goldblade" Harry said as he took a seat in front of the goblin, his summons opting to remain standing behind him. "What do you need to check my identity?"
"Just a few drops of blood" he said as he took a knife and a parchment from one of his desk drawer.
Harry understood what he needed to do. He prickled his finger and let a few drop of blood fall on the parchmin. At the third drop, Goldblade stopped him and took the parchment. Meanwhile, the wound closed itself, surprising Harry. On the parchment, writting started to appear, starting from the blood spot.

[Harry James Potter, 15 years old. Son of James Charlus Potter and Lily Rose Potter nee Evans.]

"Your identity has been confirmed, Lord Presumptive Potter. What business do you wish to conduct?"
"I wanted to be made aware of everything I own, and anything my parents left behind. But before that, what do you mean by Lord Presumptive Potter?"
Goldblade looked at him with a piercing gaze for a second before answering. Scathach and Caitlyn turned worried looks to him.

"You are the heir of the Ancient and Noble house of Potter. Lord Presumptive since your entry into the Tri-wizard tournament. Are you not aware of your family's status?"
Harry was stunned. He had become aware that there was a lot he didn't know about. But discovering that his family wasn't as ordinary as he was led to believe? It hurt. It hurt because the people around him that knew his parents hid it from him, knowing how much he missed them and wanted to know about them.
"I wasn't told anything about it" he said in a monotone voice, trying to keep his calm. "Please explain."

"In the past, the mundane and magical worlds weren't separated like nowdays. Just like your mundanes counterparts, it was possible for magical families to be elevated to nobility. These nobles families have earned privileges due to their contributions to magical Britain, either in war, in politics and economy, or in the advancement of magic. At the bottom of the magical nobility are the Noble houses. Above are the Elder and Noble houses, and at the top are the Ancient and Noble houses. The Potters are one of the 5 remaining Ancient and Noble houses of magical Britain."

"But... If that's the case, why wasn't anything done when I needed help?"
Harry was losing his calm, and magic started to crakle on the surface of his skins. His fists were clenched so hard his nails dug into his skin.
"Why wasn't anything done when I was accused of assaults? When I was attacked by dementors? When I was entered in that cursed tournament?"

"Unfortunately for you mister Potter, the privileges and protections granted by that title apply only when there is a head of house or a regent. Without them, the house is considered suspended. But fortunately for you, you won't have to wait for your 17th birthday to claim the position of Head of house Potter, the Lord Potter. Your participation in the Tri-wizard tournament, a competition reserved to adult witches and wizards, started the process of emancipation. To complete your emancipation, you only need to attain 5 OWLs."

After several seconds, Harry was able to calm down. Barely. He had a lot of things to prepare, and unleashing his wrath on a reasonable target could wait until later.

"I want to know everything that I own. Money, properties, anything I have the right to."
"Very well. To start, there is your trust vault, which you are already using. It initially contained 5000 galleons, and 500 galleons are added each year after the 11th birthday. It currently contain a little over 3800 galleons."
"Wait. That's not possible. I haven't even used 1000 galleons yet, there should be more than 6000 remaining."
"260 galleons were transfered to the muggle account of one Petunia Dursley nee Evans every year until you started your magical education at Hogwart. It was then reduced to 50 galleons."

A magical pressure formed in the office, and Harry's eyes were glowing noticably. Goldblade was internally surprised and anxious. Considering what his experienced magic senses told him about the young man in front of him, he didn't want to be on the receiving hand of his anger fueled accidental magic.

"The Dursley were paid money coming from my vault to take care of me?" he asked in a low, cold voice.
"... That seem to be the case" Goldblade replied cautiously.
"And who put these payment in place?" Harry asked in an emotionless tone.
"The one acting as your magical guardian, Albus Dumbledore."

The dementor attack during the summer after his 4th year was the last straw for Harry Potter. He changed in more than one way, and will no longer let anyone dictate his life. 

Some minor crossovers with a few fantasy and sci-fi franchises.

Taking the parchment, Harry takes a deep breath and look at it in is all.

Name: Harrison James Potter.
Born: 31 July 1980
Father: James Fleamont Potter (27 March 1960) Lord Potter
Mother: Lily Potter née Evans (30 January 1960) Lady Potter
Brother: James Jr Charlus Potter (31 July 1980) illegitimate Heir Potter
Godfather: Sirius Orion Black (3 November 1959) Oath sworn
Godmother: Pandora Celeste Lovegood ( 7 April 1960 - 13 March 1990) Oath sworn 

Claims:
Heir of the noble and ancient house Potter. Paternal
Lord of the noble and ancient house Potter (upon Lord death or signing). Paternal
Heir of the most ancient house of Peverell. Paternal
Lord of the most ancient house of Peverell (upon coming of age). Paternal
Lord of the noble and ancient house of Griffondor (acknowledge of the house). Paternal
Lord of the noble and ancient house of Slytherin ( to claim). Maternal
Clan's headship of Clan Evans (to claim). Maternal
Vaults:
Potter Trust vault: n.687 98,800.00 G 00.00 S 00.00 K
Initial deposit 10,000 G (10,000 G annual)
Potter vault: n.68 149,059,489.00 G 48,598.00 S 145,485.00 K
Divers pieces of jewelry, books, potions ingredients.

possession:
Evans hall: highland Scottland, Great Brittain. (unplottable)

"I have a trust vault?" Say, Harry, surprised that they still made one for him. Master Fingercutter was also surprised but due to the fact that Harry didn't know of it.
"Indeed heir Potter you do, hearing you it as if you didn't know that you have funds here in our bank, I was also starting to be quite distressed when Lord Potter made your brother Heir while you were still alive but never respond to our summon ."

While he was reading the result of the inheritance test, a second goblin made is way in the office. Hearing him only now, harry was started and rapidly about-face, facing another goblin sharing quite a few similitudes to master Fingercutter. He could help by double-take before his gaze made a few runs between the two.
"Excuse me if I'm but, are the two of you related?"

Perhaps for the first time, a wizard was able to see two gobsmacked goblins before they retake control of themselves.
"Why would you say this Heir Potter?"
Immediately after uttering his trough, Harry claps his mouth shut, fearing to have insulted the goblins but strangely, the two of them seem quite eager to hear his answer. Hesitantly, he takes a few seconds to form his response.

"Heu, I'm not sure, but you do share quite a few facial similitudes that were completely different from the goblins I see in the hall, the teller or Longfeet that had to bring me there?"
The resulting silence was deafening for a few seconds before the two of them show a toothy bloodcurdling grin.

"It must be the first time that a wizard was able to so clearly differentiate goblins, I must say. While the subject is fascinating, I'm here because I have been informed that one of me client have undergone a blood test without my supervision."
"Heu sorry?"
"Quite, Heir potter but the fault his nether your nor our, it falls upon house Potter to have delayed this much before you came to me." 
When the goblin sees the grimace on the face of Harry he knows that something was wrong and will not like it.
"Heir Potter were are your Lord and Lady?" The harsh voice made him wince and only made the frown of the goblin deepen, hearing it.

"I have not seen my genitor since I was left in the 'care' of one Dursley Vernon and his wife Petunia." Had he finish, a loud snarl was heard before what he thinks must be quite the colorful language seeing Master Fingercutter look.
"Are you telling me that House Potter has failed to raise his Heir in the traditional way before illegally forcing a change of Heir! This is an outrage, Gringott will not bear this slight to the law of old!" His bellow barely finishes that a group of five security goblins smash the door open, arm in hand ready to protect their kins again any attack, but had the barely made a step in the room that Headcrusher vent his rage on them.
"Out! this a private audit to an important client, the first that disrupt this meeting will have his head smashed in the walls!"
Harry could only look helplessly at the five nearly falling on each other to see the way out of the room. While his account manager takes a deep breath he idly notes that Fingercutter has also exited the room to let them conduct their business.

Once calm enough, he takes place behind the desk, put his files on it while gazing directly in harry eyes.
"Let's start by the beginning, I am Headscrusher, accountant manager of House Potter and someone that you should have an encounter in your seven years."
"Hello accountant manager Headcrusher, I'm Harry Potter, you could call me Harry."
"I could say it a pleasure to meet you, but I will keep with Heir Potter for now on if you don't mind, this is still an official encounter under House Potter and Gringott after all."
"Sure, if it easier for you, please do so."
"Will do, thank you, Heir Potter. Now that done, let go to the heart of the matter." Taking is files and rising his head to harry for time to time, he sighs before massaging the bridge of his nose.
"For the last nine-year and four-months, a hundred galleon has been taken from your trust vault each month, and deposit to a bank account under the name of Dursley Vernon for a total of eleven thousand two hundred galleons. This sum was for your care. Seeing your actual state, I'm in obligation to enquire about your past life under the care of your caretaker." Seeing again the wince in his young charge, he retrieves a cubic dark-blue crystal littered in runes easily feating in one hand.

Passing the crystal to Harry, the runes light up before he could even utter a word and see with morbid attention as the pas life of young harry defile once again in front of him in chronological order from the day he was actually born in the doorstep of the house until he left this morning, with the sound to boot!

For the first time what really happens this fated night in 1981was seen. The confrontation of the self-styled Lord and the death of the kneazle of the family that has to give it life to save Harry, deflecting the curse that had ripped the lightning bolt-shaped scar that he has before a wave of pure magic causing a backlash in the magic of Tommy boy due to the nature ritual, the intended target, and sacrifice of the noble beast, leading to the destruction of his corporeal shell. The instant he blows up, a shard of dark mass could be see latching on the open wound while a part of the roof, as well as the body of the kneazle, were torn up.

He couldn't help but actually shed tears of grief upon the dead animal that been the most faithful companion of his young day while finally knowing what happens to her.

On the other side, Headcrusher pales at the sight of the leech, before it was substituted to pure anger at the sight of Dumbledore scan, his realization at the nature of the result before the smirk that mare his face before he faces the Potter. What followed next was a mouthful of pure drivel has to the fact that some spirit of Voldemort has now replaced and inhabited the body of harry, he surely lost of memories due to a damaged soul and the importance that he was placed in a magic-less environment to restrict his exposition to the magic that would heal it soul and leaving him with an able body and his full memories before he even made his way to Hogwarts where he would be monitored.

While subjugated by the amount of hippogriff bullshit that he spews, it was the unconditional support for the two Potter and their willing abandonment of their child that completely flabbergasted him. Not a single of the two could utter a word still under the shock of the revelation that had just been made. What followed was the nightmarish existence that he was condemned by his relative.

It was the loud cracking of the wooden desk succumbing to the grip of Headcrusher that draw him back., shortly followed by the loud barking in his native language. Outside the room, the five security goblins and Fingercutter were actually quaking in their boots hearing the profanities that were so loudly enumerated that the surrounding goblins open their door due the noise before hastily closing them white as a sheet.

When power far above you decide that they want to wrench the canon, by bringing you in the game, sometimes the wisest thing to do it just to tag along and just try to make this encounter end the most rapidly possible.

who knows, maybe something great will come out of it? After all, what could be worst than being taken out without your consent out of your world, only to be thrown in the darkness?

*** Riddle Manor, Present

Riddle Manor had gone uphill since Voldemort's return.

It had not been Voldemort's base of operations before his first fall, or even one of his outposts. It was simply a place which The Dark Lord desperately wanted to forget, a place which reminded him of his less-than-royal beginnings.

He had been forced to take it on as his base due to his plan for his revival, and in the year or so which that scheme took to complete, he had grown somewhat attached to the rundown estate of the muggle half of his family.

Upon his return to full life, Voldemort magically restored and reconstructed the Manor, and added expansion charms and protective wards to protect the ancestral home of the Riddles.

After he was through with it, it was hard to tell that it was the same Manor. While the decor and such remained the same, it was grand on a scale which the Riddles could never have hoped to match, even at the height of their wealth and prosperity in the muggle world.

It was a Manor fitting to be called the base of Lord Voldemort, and it was where The Dark Lord found himself contemplating his greatest enemy.

In his throne room, a majestic and large space conjured out of the large living room of the Riddles, Voldemort sat upon his throne with his eyes closed.

In his mind, The Darkness spoke to him. Enough of it had come into this world to have its own consciousness, capable of speaking to its host.

Voldemort privately thought it was a bit bonkers.

Pot, meet Kettle.

"Harry Potter…" it hissed in his mind for the twenty-fourth time that day.

"Yes, yes," Voldemort placated it again, "Murdering him is on my Dark Lord to-do list." he pointed to the Dark Lord to-do list pinned up on the majestic and royal Dark Lord pinboard.

"Potter is your greatest enemy." The Darkness hissed in Voldemort's mind.

Voldemort would have snorted if he had a nose, "I have many great enemies. Potter is destined to face me, which is his only importance, but he is a weakling. It will be many decades before he can hope to threaten me in any way."

"Harry Potter!" The Darkness rasped again, this time with greater urgency, "Potter is our greatest enemy."

"You are but a tool," Voldemort spoke out, forgetting to speak mentally, instead hissing out the words in the absolute silence of his throne room.

The Death Eaters guarding him fell to their knees.

"Yes, Master," they spoke in unison, "We are but your tooks, Master."

In his head, The Darkness made a noise which somewhat resembled laughter.

The Dark Lord roared in anger and picked up his wand to perform magic for the first time in a while, since he had become dependent upon the use of The Darkness to perform his magic, and shot a killing curse at the closest Death Eater, "Avada Kedavra!"

The jet of brilliant green light fizzled out before it hit the cowering pathetic man behind the silver mask.

"Silly Man, all your dark magic stems from me," The Darkness spoke in his head, "You are powerless without me."

Voldemort shivered, as the Death Eater in front of him peeked open one eye as he did not seem to be dead yet.

"Master?" he asked, confused, "Master! Thank you for sparing me, my generous Master."

"Harry Potter!" The Darkness said again, in Voldemort's mind, almost petulantly.

The Dark Lord felt the hum of power in his wand subside, and knew The Darkness was holding his very power hostage.

"Okay, fine, Harry Potter!" Voldemort yelled out loud in his chamber.

"Yessir?" asked a Death Eater, confused, "My name is Yaxley, Master." he added.

"I need Harry Potter. Right now."

The Dark Lord felt his wand thrum with power once more, and let out a sigh.

"B-but he is in Hogwarts," the other Death Eater present in the chamber stammered back, "Would it not be better to wait until the next summer, when he shall once more have to return upon the Hogwarts Express, which your excellency has already proved is a softer target?"

Voldemort scratched his bare chin, where his stubble would be if he hadn't sacrificed his facial hair in a dark ritual, "That almost sounds smart, Pucey, after all, my best plans take place in June."

The Death Eater identified as Pucey, nodded proudly.

The Dark Lord nearly fell off his throne, as he felt the familiar support of The Darkness disappear for over a second, letting all his injuries and weaknesses and weariness be uncovered.

Voldemort shrieked before The Darkness returned to him.

"Now." the voice of the being called inside The Dark Lord's head.

"NOW," The Dark Lord rasped out, finally opening his eyes, which were glowing red, "I need the Potter boy now, Hogwarts be damned."

"But-"

That was as far as Pucey got. With his continued obedience to The Darkness, Voldemort's killing curse hit its mark, and the Death Eater was dead before he hit the ground, his expression neutral under his mask. The killing curse had hit him so fast he hadn't had time to react to the threat to his life, even in his expression.

Yaxley was startled by the sudden death of his comrade, despite the fact that considering the unhinged nature of his master, he really should not have been.

"M-master?" he stammered out.

"Avade Kedavra," and Yaxley met the same fate as his buddy Pucey.

The Dark Lord took a breath.

"Hogwarts," he said softly.

"I can help you break into the school," The Darkness promised.

"You can?"

"Harry Potter." the voice hissed for the twenty-seventh time that day.

"It'll take more power than I have currently," Voldemort insisted, "Can you help me with that?"

"Harry Potter!"

"Can you or can you not?"

"Anything to take Harry Potter," The Darkness spoke in the mind of Lord Voldemort.

"Anything to take the chosen champion of Death."

*** 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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Prologue: The Plan

It was during the Christmas hols that he knew for sure. He'd had doubts and suspicions earlier, but the matter solidified into concrete proof and slammed against the side of his head just days after coming home from Hogwarts.

Being that he was of age at seventeen and would be initiated as soon as he finished Hogwarts in the spring, his father had taken him along to the Death Eaters' Annual Yule Revelry. Three days. Three days of listening to screams, of being splattered with blood and other bodily fluids, of feeling the dying pulses of hearts ripped living from chests...of watching children being raped...of raping children and women who pleaded for the lives of their children...of doing things that only a life of hiding his true feelings had allowed him to get through.

On the fourth day, he and his father had apparated home. His father had staggered off to his bedroom, tired and satiated. He himself had staggered off to the bathroom where he paid homage to the porcelain goddess and cried.

He thought about suicide, but really, the whole idea of just ending it all...well, it sucked.

That was when Draco Malfoy knew he needed a Plan. He couldn't, wouldn't become a Death Eater. It wasn't that he gave a damn about the muggles and the mudbloods-they were a waste of space, but hell, so were ninety percent of the Death Eaters in his opinion-and no one was going around dismembering them. Then again, the Dark Lord did have his moments... Which was another thing. The Dark Lord was ugly and creepy and-and he didn't like the way the man looked at him. Like he was one of the muggle sacrifices. Like he wanted Draco up on the altar, impaled on the Dark Lord's strangely snakelike cock. It was too narrow, had a peculiar S-like bend to it, and the head set upon it like a mushroom on a too small stalk. Dark Lord or not, there was no way in Hell that thing was ever going up him. No way. No how. Imperius, Cruciatus, nor Avada Kedavra was going to make him accept the Dark Lord's stalky mushroom in his mouth, arse, or any other incidental cavity.

So he had three choices: die, hide, or go over to the other side. He'd already dismissed die. Not enough people to remember him yet. Dying and being forgotten within a few years was just a waste. Hide was impossible: he was blood kin to the Dark Lord's right-hand man-a simple spell would point him out like the North Star. Joining the other side-the side of the self-righteously stupid-was not exactly appealing, but it was his best chance.

But he needed a compelling reason for changing sides, a reason that the other side would believe without question, because he was not about to spend the rest of his life under close scrutiny and suspicion. Merlin, the first seventeen years was bad enough.

Hmm. He could pretend to fall helplessly in love with Harry Potter. Snort. Or maybe with Potter's pet mudblood. Okay, that thought had him spitting into the toilet.

He could claim Lucius had abused him his entire life and that would score him some sympathy points. But then they'd probably want him to talk about it and cry and bemoan his tragic fate. Like he was going to talk to them any more than he had to.

Damn, there had to be something he could come up with that would be believable enough to make him give up everything, but wouldn't require constant maintenance.

Then Draco Malfoy smiled as a Plan unfolded in fairy lights in his mind. A flawless Plan. A perfect Plan.

He showered and hurried to Lucius's private library.

Chapter 1: The Boy-Who-Raped

Harry Potter drank the last of his pumpkin juice, said goodbye to his friends, and left the Great Hall to go to detention. Damn Malfoy and his goons. Crabbe had tripped Hermione, Draco had laughed, and the next thing Harry knew, Professor McGonagall was pulling he and Malfoy apart and sentencing them to detention with Filch. It was sad to think he'd spent seven years at Hogwarts, gone up against Voldemort numerous times and survived, yet he was still dancing to Malfoy's tune. Damn it. Somewhere in all the confusion of being the Boy-Who-Lived and Voldemort's favorite target, he'd become Malfoy's bitch. And he wasn't even getting all the benefits that entailed, which he probably wouldn't mind if he could close his eyes and pretend it wasn't Malfoy. Malfoy might be a prat, but he was an attractive prat and, like Harry, batted for both teams. Not that Harry had batted often. Okay, he hadn't batted at all. Well, not all the way, anyway, but he'd snogged both sides and it hadn't put him off his feed.

He heard footsteps behind him and caught a glimpse of white blonde hair in his peripheral vision. With matching glares, the two boys walked silently to their punishment.

"Wands," Filch demanded, and they handed them over. "Clean," he ordered and opened the door to a storage closet. Mrs. Norris hissed and the door closed behind them.

The room was filled with cobwebs. Harry removed his robes, grabbed a broom and started swiping at the top shelves. Malfoy, he noticed out of the corner of his eye, had grabbed a bucket and a rag and started working on the opposite end of the room.

"You make a lovely house-elf," Harry heard himself say, surprised because he'd planned on ignoring the other boy.

"Auta miqula orqu," Malfoy muttered.

"What was that?"

"Shut it, Potter."

Something rippled through Harry and without any conscious thought, he felt himself move toward Malfoy, pressing the other back against the shelves. "Make me."

Malfoy shoved at him. "We're already in enough trouble. Just go back to where you were so we can get out of here."

"Giving me orders now, Malfoy?"

"Bugger off, Pot-"

Harry panicked inside as his body leaned forward and pressed its lips against Malfoy's, his tongue invading the warm, open mouth. His lower body also pressed forward, grinding against Malfoy in a very suggestive way. What the hell?

His first thought was imperius, and he tried to throw it off like he had in class. However, nothing he did stopped him from ripping Malfoy's shirt open. Nothing stopped him from cuffing him against the head when Malfoy fought back. Nothing stopped him from pinning the stunned boy to the floor and stripping off his trousers. Nothing stopped him from laughing as Malfoy lunged for the door and found it wouldn't open. Nothing stopped him from unzipping his trousers and forcing himself into Malfoy's dry arse. Nothing stopped him from grinning as Malfoy's fingers scritched helplessly against the stone floor, his knees bruising and tearing as Harry pounded into him. Nothing stopped him from laughing in Malfoy's ear as his nails sank into delicate skin and his teeth savagely bit, both actions drawing blood.

By the time Harry could make himself do what he wanted, Malfoy lay whimpering beneath him. He eased from Malfoy with a sickening pop and stared in horror at the stream of semen and blood which oozed out in his wake.

"Malfoy," he whispered. He gently forced Malfoy to turn over and stunned gray eyes stared up at him.

"Why?" Malfoy asked, his voice scratchy.

From the screaming, Harry surmised. From all the screaming. "It-it wasn't me. I-I tried to stop. I really did. I wouldn't-Merlin, Malfoy, I couldn't-"

"You did."

Harry shook his head in continued denial. "No. I- No. Something had to cause this. Imperius or..." His words drawled to a stop as a thought struck him. "You! You did this!"

Malfoy got even paler. Then gray eyes flashed at him. "I did what, Potter? I raped myself?"

"Yes! I mean, no, but-but you said some kind of spell or something, didn't you? I heard you mumble something and then I-I couldn't stop. I couldn't stop. What did you say? What did you do!"

"It wasn't a spell." The voice was a harsh whisper, which went well with the wet trails glistening on his face. Crying. He'd made Draco Malfoy cry. "It was just an elven insult. Auta miqula orqu. 'Go kiss an orc'. I'm-I'm doing an independent study in Elven Magic. I like how the language flows. I like how no one knows what I'm saying, including the professors. I- Look at me, Potter. Is this something I would do to myself?" He held out a bloodied, swollen hand.

Harry flinched. "First things first. We need to get you to the hospital wing."

"We need to do nothing," Draco hissed. "You've done enough."

Harry nodded sadly. "I'll just head on to Dumbledore's office then. I've heard that Azkaban is lovely this time of year," he added self-deprecatingly. He went to try the door, hoping it wasn't under a time spell or only opened for Filch.

"Wait. We can't walk around the halls like this," Malfoy pointed out as he slowly gained his feet, and Harry realized neither of them was fully dressed. He remembered brutally removing Malfoy's clothes, bending parts of him that shouldn't bend, ripping fine fabric with his teeth and fingers. He'd used Malfoy's shirt to secure his hands awkwardly behind his back. He glanced at Malfoy's swollen shoulder, dislocated no doubt. He'd jerked upward on the shirt, while jabbing his knee in Malfoy's back to give himself freedom to unzip his own trousers. Oh, God. How many times had he assaulted Malfoy? How many times had Malfoy tried to crawl away, only to be dragged back and raped again? He looked at the thin body across from his. Bruises were already forming. Scrapes dark with blood and dirt. A lump in the center of the pale forehead, signifying that his repeated slamming of Malfoy's head into the floor wasn't just a bad dream. Teeth marks in the general vicinity of his nipples. His nipples? When had he- In his mind, he saw himself kick Malfoy over onto his back before sliding into the hole that was no longer tight, nor dry. Yes, there was the bruise from the kick. Probably a broken rib lay beneath the mottled skin.

His eyes followed a trail of pale, fine hair to Malfoy's dick, which hung limply in a nest of matted, platinum strands, discolored in places by a pink mixture of blood and spunk. Harry stared until Malfoy's hands covered himself. He looked up to find the silver eyes were focused on the floor as if Malfoy was embarrassed and humiliated.

Harry wanted to vomit.

He put on his clothes and helped Malfoy into the tatters that remained of his own. The Slytherin's robes managed to cover most of the damage. Once again Harry reached for the door. Once again, Malfoy stopped him.

"Potter."

He waited for the hexing and condemnations.

"This wasn't- you."

"No, it wasn't," Harry agreed, wondering at the lack of anything in Malfoy's words. Was he in shock? Could he make it to the hospital wing by himself? Maybe he should help him, then go to Dumbledore's office.

"You feel like doing it again?"

Harry violently shook his head. He'd geld himself before he let this happen again. There had to be spells to stop a man from...

"Then let's let it go. You don't do it again, and I won't say anything."

He felt a flicker of hope. Then it died. "You need medical attention, Malfoy. I-you're hurt." He'd had basic healing training. But not for something like this. There was probably-internal damage.

Malfoy shrugged. "I'll tell Madam Pomfrey I don't know who attacked me, that I was coming back from detention and was assaulted in a hallway."

"Why?" Harry demanded. This could get him out of Malfoy's life for good. Isn't that what Malfoy wanted? Had Malfoy-

"Do you really think I want people to know I was raped by you, Potter? That I couldn't protect myself from you? That I couldn't stop you from..." He clutched at his robes. "No, it's best for both of us if we just forget what happened here. We'll clean this stupid room and get our wands back. Then you'll go back to your common room, complain about detention, and go to bed. That's all you need to do."

"But shouldn't we, I don't know, try to figure out what happened? Somebody or something made me do something against my will," Harry argued. "I need to know what it was."

"I don't give a fuck about your needs, Potter! I'm the victim here. I'm the one who's going to be ridiculed and laughed about if this gets out. My father- Damn it! You owe me your silence!"

Harry hung his head. Malfoy was right. He owed him. But- "I need to know if I'm a danger to the other students. What if I'd been with Hermione or Ginny or-"

"So it would have been worse if you'd raped them, I suppose?" Malfoy sneered.

"No! That's not what I meant."

"What did you mean, then?" Harry looked away. "It's better to **** a bloke than a girl? It's better to **** a Slytherin than a Gryffindor? It's better to **** an enemy than a friend?"

Frustrated, Harry slammed his hand against the wall. He didn't even feel the pain as Malfoy's frightened jerk registered. Malfoy was well and truly scared of him now. That should have made him happy.

It didn't.

"You sit, and I'll finish cleaning up in here." He'd cleaned up bigger messes at Privet Drive with less cleaning supplies.

"I think I'd rather stand," Malfoy said in a hushed voice.

Harry grimaced and went to work.

Draco spent the night in the hospital wing. He told the story of his attack in the corridor to Pomfrey, Snape, and Dumbledore. He was given healing and sleeping potions. His housemates were informed he was in the wing because of a terrible splinter he'd got while doing house-elf work.

Despite the sleeping potion, Draco woke early and watched the sun rise over what he hoped was a brand new world for himself.

In Gryffindor Tower, Harry Potter told his friends he was tired and fell into bed after a prolonged and rather hot shower. But he found it difficult to fall asleep and after everyone else had settled in for the night, he snuck out of the dorm and up to an abandoned room at the top of the tower. He closed his eyes and let a single tear fall as he considered the fact that not only was he the Boy-Who-Lived, he was also now the Boy-Who-Raped.

Had Voldemort set this up? But why involve Malfoy? Surely if he was trying to demoralize him, Hermione, Ginny, or even Ron would have been a better target. Or maybe he was trying to get him expelled, and Malfoy's pride was something Voldemort hadn't counted on. Probably as soon as word got out that Malfoy hadn't accused him, Malfoy would be getting an owl from his dear daddy. That had to be it!

Then again, maybe Harry hadn't been the one supposed to be hurt by this. Maybe someone was after Malfoy. Much of the school hated him, and there was a continual power struggle among the Slytherins. Maybe it hadn't mattered who attacked Malfoy, but that he was attacked. Maybe someone he'd raped wanted it to come back on him. Maybe someone had used Harry for revenge.

Or maybe Harry had used Harry for revenge. Had he really tried his best to stop? Was there some tiny place in his mind that had enjoyed Malfoy's submission, his screams, his tears? Malfoy was the enemy. Maybe some part of him had decided to put Malfoy in his place, to humiliate him, to make him cower...

Harry watched the sun come up, wishing that it was yesterday's world and not today's.

To start out I had my innates focused on improving my word master ability, gate, and synthesis ability for the operation.  I told her I would start the extraction in a week and, in the meantime, look for my political puppet for the magical world.
She left the dining room feeling more confident in her chances of surviving and making a full recovery.
Mother congratulated me on my first contract and asked if I needed anything from her.  I asked her to distract the angels because I was going to be colluding with witches and wizards so they would try to stop me when they find out.  I asked my sisters to prepare for the trip when everything starts.
As my family leaves to accomplish their tasks, I'm sifting through the news of the magical world.  Since the wizards and witches of Gaia make contracts in the name of "magic" I can trace most of the magical world with her help.  Right now, I'm thinking of picking Harry Potter as my political "partner" for taking over the magical side of the world.
I picked him for only one reason, he has a dense aura of fate on him.  With fate on his side, he will be able to accomplish anything he sets his mind to, but this aura is only for his world and won't extend beyond.  It was hard to find him at all as he has no footprint in the magical world at all.  All I could find was the potter house and James Potter the second who defeated the dark lord.
I could have picked James Potter as well, but he's a little shit that has his head stuck so far up his ass it's coming out his mouth.  Him being renowned as the boy who lived because he defeated Voldemort has caused his whole family to get caught up in the fame and become insufferable.  I would probably kill him in the first week of working together, so yeah, Harry Potter it is.
I check in on Harry and see him taking a nice nap on the side of a ditch from being beaten to death.  Fuck.  Well there goes that idea, guess I'll need to find a new person to include in my plan.
Looking through a list of every person with magic in the world I can't find any that aren't stupid.  It's like common sense decreases in correlation to magic power increasing.
I give up and decide to use the information on wish granting to reincarnate someone.  If I can't find anyone smarter than a boy who lived under a staircase, I'll just reincarnate them in exchange for them taking over the world to stop pollution.
I tear open space into a universe like my own, but where I never existed.  The people of this earth are stuck on their home planet and are making no advances in technology.  I make sure they have the Harry Potter books so they have an easier time getting to the top.
While this universe is different, that doesn't mean the information won't be useful.  I cast a spell and let my instincts pick a target before a fresh soul is ripped from the universe before the reincarnation cycle can claim him.
"What happened?  Where am I?  Wasn't I just run-over by truck-kun?  Didn't I die?", he questions to no one, because he can't see or hear.  Souls don't have a way to communicate, but my senses can pick up on what he was trying to say.
"I have a deal to make with you human.", I use magic to project my words straight into his soul.  He asks questions that are completely irreverent and I shut him up by saying that I will just return him to the reincarnation cycle, and he will lose his memories if he doesn't accept.
"Then I accept, may I know what world I'm going to?", he asks me, and I tell him about the situation.
"Isn't this too difficult?  I have to go through the entire Harry Potter world with basically no advantages and parents that would kill me to cover up their mistake.", he misunderstands.
"No, I'm a demoness that is making a contract with you.  In exchange for stopping pollution, you will be reincarnated, but the contract needs equal values on both sides.  If not, then even if you agree it won't activate and I can't reincarnate you.", I tell him.  He goes through possible powers to ask for, but I shoot all of them down.
"A system is an advanced piece of magic and can't be granted even with the situation.  I need requests from you that will balance my side of the deal and not increase your burden.", I tell him.
"Then can't you request more of me so that I can get a system?", he asks.
"I don't want to because I'm trying to save the world, not let an idiot cause its destruction in a different way.", I say to him and he finally decides on a wish.
"I wish for a magic A.I. chip that houses basic information about magic and science.  This chip can also create new spells and inventions with enough information.", he says, and the terms balance out.
I agree and a contract is formed between us.  A small portion of my energy crystalizes into a sim card looking chip and flies into his soul.  He doesn't feel anything from it entering him because souls don't have nerves.
"Your wish has been granted.  From now on I will be following your adventures in this world.  You will be reincarnated into Harry when he is five and when you travel to Hogwarts, I will be there as well.  I want to destroy some cunt's plans while relaxing with my sisters on the sidelines.", I tell him and feel his confusion, before being covered in light and reincarnated.
I switch over to screen set up for the corpse of Harry Potter when it starts recovering and a bright light shoots out alerting nearby police to the ditch.  He is taken to the hospital where he will recover, and the police will arrest his guardians for child abuse.
I just brought him back to life, so his wounds are very much still there.  The A.I. chip will get to work on recording information of how the human body recovers so it can better understand and teach him later.
Now I just sit back and wait for my abilities to increase so I can fulfill my end of the contract with Gaia.

This novel is about the main character traveling the multiverse in search of improvement and adventure.  Tropes in other fan-fiction stories are used, but mainly to make fun of them.

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

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN:


Harry was dreaming, he was sure of it, but it was one of the strangest dreams he had ever had. It was as though he was living a new life. He wondered whether he had died.


"You good-for-nothing son of a bitch!" the man yelled, swinging clumsily at him as he cowered against a wall. Harry made a break for it, nearly tripping over the first step in his haste, and only noticing that tears were streaming down his cheeks when he was caught in someone's arms. A sob tore from his throat, and a woman's voice said, "Shhh, Severus, hush," as she stroked his head. "It's best to stay out of his way when he drinks, child."


The scene blurred, and Harry found himself in a makeshift potions lab, the same woman's voice instructing him softly in the proper way to dice sweetroot...


Seeing a girl with red hair jump off a swing and float to the ground; "You're a witch!" he exclaimed breathlessly, and her hurt expression while her sister defended her; later talking to the girl properly, and explaining that he was a wizard and that they could lean magic together...


An overheard conversation; the woman with the soft voice trying to reassure the loud man from earlier that everything was already paid for; that Severus would only be home for summer and Christmas, and him saying cruelly, "Good riddance to the freak!"


Sitting on the Hogwarts Express with the red-haired girl – Lily; her speaking excitedly, saying that she was sure that she'd be in Gryffindor and that they'd definitely still be friends even if he's in Slytherin; two boys sticking their heads into the compartment, both looking at Harry like he was dirt. "Come with us," they said to Lily, "A Gryffindor shouldn't have to hang around with a slimy Slytherin!" Lily bristling and informing them that she was most definitely not abandoning her best friend to hang out with such jerks...


The Sorting, and meeting Lily's eyes across the wide hall, and fearing that he would lose his only friend...


After that, the years passed quickly, interspersed with humiliating pranks by four Gryffindors who had decided to target Harry as their main victim. They called themselves the Marauders, and Harry soon learned to give as good as he got, once or twice attacking before they could get him. For some reasons the fights were always his fault, for the teachers always favored the Gryffindors over the Slytherins...


Listening to Lucius, an older student, as he spoke of Lord Voldemort's goals, his voice so silky and persuasive...


Realizing one day that he loved Lily, and knowing that she would never be his; her asking him what he was hanging out with the junior Death Eaters for, and didn't he know what their beliefs were? Unable to tell her that they, at least, accepted him for what he was...


Potter always trying to chat up Lily, thinking he was so hot; her always turning him down with scorn, but he always doing everything he could to catch her attention...


Out by the lake after an exam, being attacked out of nowhere by the Marauders, humiliated in public while all the other students jeered and laughed. Calling Lily a Mudblood when she tried to intervene; he couldn't stand to be rescued by the girl he loved when he was so weak...


Standing in front of Gryffindor Tower, begging to speak to Lily, begging for her forgiveness and only getting cold disdain; knowing that he had lost his only true friend he threw himself into his studies, hanging out ever more with the junior Death Eaters. Having to see as Lily finally gave in and started dating Potter, ignoring him completely...


Coming home in the summer before his last year of Hogwarts to find his parents dead of a gas leak...


Being tricked by Black to go to the Shrieking Shack on a night of the full moon and nearly dying when he ran into a werewolf; being threatened by Dumbledore with an Obliviate unless he swore to keep it a secret while the Gryffindors got off with attempted murder with praise for Potter and a week of detentions for Black...


Joining Lord Voldemort's ranks straight out of Hogwarts and the Dark Mark opening the door to his potions Mastery; eventually being called to participate in his first revel and throwing up afterwards in the horror of being forced to kill a little girl with red hair...


Meeting Regulus Black for the first time as a fellow Death Eater and realizing that despite loving Lily he was attracted to men; sleeping with Regulus and wondering how he could love Lily so strongly when he couldn't imagine even wanting to sleep with a woman...


Ever more revels, though he was spared quite a few due to his potions work; he was the youngest Potions Master in over a century. Overhearing a job interview in the Hog's Head and running to his Master with the knowledge of part of a prophecy decrying the birth of a child to defeat the Dark Lord...


Hearing that Lily was pregnant with Potter's child and realizing with horror that her child was the child of prophecy; going to Dumbledore and confessing everything, pleading with him to keep Lily safe; swearing an oath to spy for the Light until the Dark Lord's downfall; accepting the post of Hogwarts Potions professor and leading the Dark Lord to believe that he was spying on Dumbledore for him...


That terrible Halloween night when he realized that it had all been in vain; Lily was dead, her son miraculously alive and the Dark Lord banished; Dumbledore telling him coldly that Voldemort was still alive and that he would continue to spy for the Light when he returned; swearing in tears to Lily's memory that he would protect her child with his life...


September of 1991; seeing Harry Potter for the first time and feeling a surge of hatred. He looked just like his father...


The first potions class, where he saw that the boy had Lily's eyes and realizing that his torture would be even greater than he had feared; to have the eyes he loved in James Potter's face hurt, and he lashed out at the boy, enjoying the look of hurt on the child's face...


Harry's school years, seen through another's eyes – keeping Potter from falling from his broom when Quirrell jinxed it; finding out that Quirrell had actually been possessed by the Dark Lord and was only stopped by Potter; feeling rage that Potter was getting all the thanks once again...


Potter's third year; trying to protect the students from a transformed werewolf even though he was scared to death; his glee when the Minister promised him the Order of Merlin for capturing Black – finally he would have his revenge... Finding Black gone and realizing that Potter must have been behind it; losing himself in rage for the boy who was a carbon copy of his father...


Returning to the Dark Lord's side after his rebirth and finding him more monster than human; suffering through a round of the Cruciatus even while assuring his Master that he had never strayed from the Dark and he was even still the loyal spy...


Being forced by Dumbledore to give Potter Occlumency lessons even though it was everything he could do to keep himself from killing the boy whenever they were alone together...


Yet another meeting of the Inner Circle, the promise of more rounds of the Cruciatus hanging in the air... And then the sudden appearance of a stranger, bursting out of nowhere to land on the stone floor of the throne room, everyone staring; the man acting like he was a member of the Inner Circle, then declaring himself to be Harry Potter... The man revealing that Bellatrix had killed him in the future, then killing Lucius...


Apparating to Hogwarts and not knowing how to act when the man suddenly broke down; putting his hands on the stranger's too-thin shoulders and feeling them shudder under the force of the man's sorrow; being told that Dumbledore had spells and potions on him and finally understanding how he could be homosexual and still love Lily...


Locking himself in his rooms, immediately ending all spells affecting him and brewing a potion to neutralize any other potions currently in his system, then going to Spinners End and utterly destroying the entire house in his rage, burning it down before returning to Hogwarts...


Seeing the strange Potter again the next morning and feeling slightly guilty for having forgotten about him when the man was clearly mourning all the people he had seen die; his surprise when the man laughed at his disparagement of Gryffindor values; watching the man as he deceived Dumbledore as skillfully as he had the Dark Lord...


Being called to Potter's rooms and finding a changed man wearing authority like a cloak; that same man offering to allow him to search his mind, then showing him his entire life, including future events...


Going to the Order meeting; seeing Potter break down in Lupin's arms and realizing that he was the only one who knew how to snap the man out of it; slapping the man across the face and being thanked for it; returning to Hogwarts alone to mull over all the things he had learned of Harry Potter-Black...


Seeing the younger Potter for his Occlumency on Tuesday evening; hearing that the Golden Trio had met with future Potter; the boy apologizing for the previous few years and Severus realizing that he not only knew in his head, but in his heart that it wasn't Potter's fault. Feeling tempted to apologize in turn but still too much of a Slytherin to say so outright; enjoying a constructive lesson with the younger Potter... Then the sudden appearance of the elder Potter, and finding out that the man was a Horcrux; feeling a strange ache at the thought of this extraordinary man sacrificing his life to bring down the Dark Lord; Potter telling him with glowing eyes that he loved him, and the warm press of his hand as he said he'd go see what the goblins might have...


Mentally berating himself for a fool even as he gathered together potions to give Potter, telling himself that he was being an idiot even as he added a vial of Nutrient potion and Dreamless Sleep, and relief when Potter accepted them with a thank you that would have been Slytherin if not for the soft tone it was delivered in... Discussing wishful dreams, and feeling surprise when Potter seemed to share them; surprising himself even more when he realized that he would actually enjoy Potter's presence...


Potter's house elf telling him that the Headmaster was injured and needed immediate attention; bypassing the golden potion that would stall a curse to instead take a green one to maximize the old man's pain... Then the celebratory toasts with Potter, both of them euphoric in the knowledge that the bastard who had ruined their lives would be dead soon; the horrified realization that he was attracted to an unattainable man...


Being fetched by Dobby once more, this time to attend to Potter; tending to the younger Potter as well before realizing sadly that the people who could truly understand the time traveler were few and far between... And then, the wish to share with this man as he had shared with him, a whispered 'Legilimens' establishing the bridge between his waking mind and Potter's sleeping one.


OoOoO


Harry awoke when he felt the strange dream draw to a close, and when he opened his eyes to meet the dark ones of Severus Snape he knew that it had been no dream. Looking at the shuttered look in the man's eyes he realized that the Potions Master was bracing himself for rejection, and Harry weakly moved his hand, smiling when it was clasped by Severus's cold hand and succumbing to sleep once more.

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