First off, I want to thank everyone for the support. The OGs and the newcomers. 

This chapter is just a little summary of information that you might have forgotten after 100 chapters.
This current Volume will focus on the tri-wizard cup, Character development, Lucien's progress as a young sorcerer, and it will be completing the merger of Lucien and the tri-core soul wand(finally).

Lucien Bennett Dubois, During the first volume as a very young wizard, he met Garrick Ollivander. Ollivander told him a story about his greatest creation. The Tri-Core Soul wand. This wand fuses with the soul of the wizard and grows with the wizard.   The main core is what keeps the wand stable. and it also the abilities of the main core that the wizard gains after fusing with their wand.

Lucien later discovers that, the tri-core wand is cable of eating other wands to aid in the complete merger of wand and wizard. During the event that wizard meets the requirements to complete merger with his/her wand. The main core will become the physique of said wizard.

Phoenix feather- Phoenix Physique
Veela hair- Veela Physique
Basilisk Fang/horn- Basilisk Physique

The wizard will gain the physique that belongs to the beast in their wand.  Rick the phoenix gave a feather to Voldemort and harry potter. Voldemort and Harry potter will gain the identical physique of Rick the Phoenix. not Donny, the pure-blood overlord king phoenix. But, Rick, the ordinary phoenix.

Can Rick, the ordinary Phoenix Physique become Donny, The pure-blood overlord King Physique? Yes, just not from the beginning, it will be a processes



Back to Lucien, Our MC. Lucien was gifted two wands. They were made in a way that Ollivander felt, they would never find another than Lucien (Plot armor right?). 

wand 1:  Elder wood, Thestrial tail hair,  Basilisk Horn, (Main core) Phoenix Feather.
Wand 2: Pear wood, Horned Serpent's Horn, Spine of the white river monster, (Main core) Veela Hair


The phoenix feather came from an ordinary phoenix. However during Ollivander's story. He tell's Lucien, that his wife is a Veela. She dies and Ollivander uses her hair, to make the main core of the second wand.

During his fusion with these wands, he gains abilities from both the Veela and the Phoenix. 
As far as he could tell, Veela pheromones(charm) and Phoenix regeneration. Yes, these abilities can evolve as the wand and the wizard grows.

In 1993, Lucien began to notice that his Veela Pheromones could get wildly out of control and has gotten him self in the habit of suppressing them.  However he can not control his power according to knowledge on Veela Males, until he is 16. So its a nuclear bomb, not a bow and arrow.

Ollivander, and books on magical creatures also inform Lucien to stay away from Veela woman, Ass he give the impression of a pure blood male Veela. Although Female Veelas tempt human man, they strive for purity and their lust becomes uncontrollable around the very rare Pure-blood male Veela.

so now, Lucien has been suppressing his abilities for years and his abilities are related to Ollivander's wife. 

The Veelas of harry potter derive from the mythical creature Vilas. This Volume will get dark and twisted as Lucien takes on the tri-wizard tournament, His uncontrollable mysterious abilities, while oddly boding with...Snape? with a sprinkle of voodoo. no one is safe this year.

Chapter are being posted tonight

Sex scenes and mature situations to be included after this point

This Fan-Fiction is a little different. The MC will not know of the Harry Potter stories, And through his eyes we will be able to see the darker side of the Harry Potter Universe. 

This is a crossover fan-fic.
Harry Potter, The Originals, and The vampire Diaries



So, Follow Lucien Dubois as he creates his own destiny in a new world while trying to figure just what kind of man he would like to be.

I do not own harry potter, The Vampire Diaries, or The Originals
I do not own the cover photo

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.

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.

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
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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
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Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling
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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.

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

Chapter Two

6

A few weeks later, in the middle of Defense Against the Dark Arts, Harry had an idea so obvious he couldn't believe he hadn't thought of it before. He let out a surprised, excited yelp and knocked his book off his desk. Snape sneered at him and asked what, precisely, was suddenly so exciting about underwater protection spells. Thinking fast, Harry said that if he had known them for the second task of the Tri-Wizard tournament, that would have been useful. Again, Snape asked why that was relevant, and when Harry didn't have an answer, Gryffindor was docked five points.

Harry nearly approached Snape after class, but by the time his classmates filed out the next class was entering, and he was hardly alone. So he quickly caught up with Ron and Hermione, spending the rest of the day lost in thought as to how he could get Snape alone long enough to ask, never mind how to bring up the subject.

He spent several days contemplating these questions, even in his Basilisk form, which was coming out more and more frequently. Eventually he decided on a course of action and the very next day he found himself knocking on Snape's office door when he was supposed to be at lunch. He would have preferred to wait until evening, but that would hardly be safe.

"Come in," Snape said distastefully, as if he already knew it was Harry at his door. Harry opened the door as little as possible and squeezed through. Snape looked up from his desk and gave him a disdainful look. "What do you want, Potter? How can I be of service to the savior of the wizarding world?"

Harry flinched and stayed pressed against the door, keeping his eyes on his shoes. They were disgusting from spending so much time in the Chamber, covered in grime and dirt and—

"If you're going to say something then say it," Snape remarked scornfully. "I do not intend to spend my entire lunch hour waiting for you to ask whatever pathetic—"

"Y'know the Wolfsbane potion?" Harry interrupted.

Snape didn't answer right away. "You know I am familiar with it."

"I was wondering if there were other potions, for other sorts of were-creatures," Harry asked, eyes still on his sneakers. "I've been growing more and more interested in potions, the more difficult the better—you can ask Professor Slughorn, he's given me permission to be in the restricted section of the library—and I know how volatile Wolfsbane is, so I thought maybe there was something along the same lines but a bit easier to start with." He had thought of this excuse in the wee hours of the morning, and was pleased with himself.

"There are no other were-creatures, Potter," Snape replied, his vague interest replaced by boredom. "I'd think if you were so interested in such things, you would have figured that out by now."

Harry thought that was true, but he had been really hoping there was just one other were, making the lead-in less awkward. "I didn't come across any, no," he said carefully. "But I was thinking, since there are no messages from the supposed Heir of Slytherin, and the Chamber of Secrets has been searched exhaustively, maybe it would be possible for someone here, at Hogwarts, to have become a, er, were-Basilisk?"

Snape was completely silent for a very long time. Then Harry heard the snick of the door being locked, and his heart sped up.

"Werewolves are created when an uninfected human is bit by a wolf in its changed state," he said eventually. "With the absence of any documentation of were-Basilisks, as you say, there would be no one to pass down the disease."

"Well, maybe just a bite from one would be enough," Harry said, growing more and more quiet. "I've researched that, too, and there are no cases of anyone surviving a Basilisk bite, so we can't really know, can we?"

An even longer silence, and that was really not a bright thing to have said, because there was a documented case, a single one, and that was Harry.

"Except for yourself."

Harry couldn't look up, wouldn't have been able to even under the Imperius Curse. "Right, that hadn't occurred to me," he said, this time his voice unnaturally high. "I guess that proves there isn't such a thing. Sorry for wasting your time, Professor." He turned around and tried to leave before remembering Snape had locked the door.

"Even you are not that dull, Potter," Snape said. "If you were seriously considering the possibility of such a human-Basilisk hybrid, you would be your own case study."

"I suppose," Harry said.

A very, very, very long pause.

"Potter, are you trying to tell me you have become this creature?"

Harry leaned his head against the door. This had been stupid. Beyond stupid. Idiotic. Snape was going to send him to Azkaban, he would go from being the Golden Boy to the most dangerous sideshow attraction ever, and he'd spend the rest of his life locked up and studied in some basement laboratory of the prison.

Unless Snape decided just to outright kill him, which Harry certainly wouldn't blame him for.

"Um," Harry whispered. "Maybe."

"Maybe?" Snape asked dangerously. "You cannot 'maybe' turn into a murderous snake. Either you do or you don't, there's no middle ground."

Harry closed his eyes. "Yes, Professor," he said so quietly he was amazed Snape had heard him at all.

"And you have come to me in hopes of a potion to retain your mental faculties while you are in your changed form," Snape said, remarkably unsurprised.

"Well, um, no, not exactly," Harry stammered. "I'm fine in that regard. All the attacks, as you have called them, they were all accidents. I feel awful about it, you have no idea. I was wondering if there was a potion to, er, deactivate my eyes."

To Harry's extreme shock, Snape sounded more intrigued than anything else. "There are several curses that blind," he said. "I assume you have tried these?"

Harry's eyes flew open. "Er, no, that hadn't occurred to me."

Snape sighed irritably. "Why you are known for your mental prowess I can only guess. Come back to me if those don't work."

The click of the door unlocking.

"You—you're not going to turn me in?"

More silence. "I owe you a great deal, Harry Potter, far more than I wish. As dangerous as you are, you know it, and I have no doubt the attacks were accidents. You were always fond of that oaf. Provided there are no more accidents, I will keep your secret."

Harry's mouth hung open. "Thank you."

"In fact, it was dangerously irresponsible for you not to come to me sooner," Snape continued. "As both the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor and potions master, it should have been obvious you seek out my assistance.

"Now get out of my office so I can finish my lunch."

7

Harry changed that night. He was excited again, and just that rush was enough that it was worth it. Except he had a lot of trouble with his wand, and frustration quickly took over. He couldn't pick it up because he had no hands. He didn't want to lie on it and risk crushing it. He couldn't point it at himself because he couldn't pick it up.

Then he realized he could. He wrapped his tail around his wand and pointed it at himself. The question then became whether spells cast in Parseltongue would work, or if he was even speaking Parseltongue or just regular hissing.

He tried the blinding jinx. To his delight, his eyes were obscured by a black cloud. His elation lasted for a few seconds before the cloud vanished.

Next he tried the blinding hex. His vision went blurry for a moment before returning to normal.

The only other spell he had come across was a blinding curse, which permanently destroyed eyesight. Harry was willing to try it, but not yet. He made a deal with himself—if he killed anyone, he'd do everything in his power to destroy his eyes, from a curse down to flaming pokers, if it came to that. But, until then, he'd wait.

He curled up into his coils. Even if those spells had worked, he wouldn't be able to see, which defeated the point. He retained his mental faculties, as Snape had put it, and was fully capable of staying in the Chamber while he was transformed. It was freedom that he wanted.

He needed to talk to Snape again.

8

Harry once again went to Snape's office during lunch and knocked.

"Come in, Potter."

Harry did, glaring at his professor. "What was that about?" he asked. "What if it wasn't me? What would you have done then?"

Snape glared at him. "You think I'm so stupid? I've cast spells around myself to alert me to your presence, in case you change your mind and decide to kill me."

Harry flushed. "Oh. Right."

"I take it the spells failed to impair your vision?"

"Yeah," Harry said. "Also, well, I'd like to be able to see."

Snape's eyes widened. "You like being a Basilisk?"

Harry closed his eyes. "Not hurting people, I hate that."

"Yes, yes, so you've said," Snape said, irritated. "Other than that, though, you enjoy your other form."

Harry nodded silently.

Snape considered. "Sit, Potter. This is going to take some time."

Harry risked a glance at his professor. Still, even with this knowledge, Snape didn't seem repulsed. Just curious. And, if Harry was reading him right, maybe even excited at the challenge. Harry slipped away from the door and sat at his desk.

"The Wolfsbane potion isn't remotely useful," Snape said, getting up and running a finger along his many books. "You know who you are, that's not an issue. You need something to deactivate your vision. There were many attempts at this when Basilisks roamed the land, but since their supposed extinction centuries ago, there was no need to continue. Not only that, but there are no creatures other than the Basilisk who can kill with their eyes, so there is nothing current to modify. However…" He pulled a book off the shelf and returned to his desk, flipping it open to the right page.

"What's that?"

"The last mention of the potion," Snape replied. "Five centuries old, but perhaps there is something here that can help your cause." He fell into silence, reading the passage. Harry fidgeted nervously. "You can go, Potter. This will take more time than I had anticipated. I will summon you when you are needed."

Harry stood and was almost out the door when Snape spoke again.

"You have been spending your nights in the Chamber of Secrets, haven't you?"

Harry paused. "Yes, Professor."

"I must be very careful in deciding where to brew this potion," he said. "Regardless of the protection spells on my office, there are alarms in place regarding Basilisks. It is not possible for me to attempt this in my office. When do you take to the Chamber?"

"No," Harry said immediately. "No, you're not coming with me. What if I looked at you?"

Snape looked up from his book and gave Harry a very irritated look. "Don't," he said shortly. "On the nights you don't transform you will help me with the brewing, and on the nights when you do, we will perform tests."

"Wouldn't those alarms be even stronger on the Chamber?" Harry asked. "Given how that's where the Basilisk came from last time."

"It's been officially sealed," Snape replied. "Impossible to get in or out. It was thought no one in the school could speak Parseltongue, but it seems that gift has stayed with you. Besides, all pipe exits are being monitored. Now tell me, Potter, when do you enter? Unlike you, I do not have the gift of Parseltongue."

Harry fidgeted again. "Eight," he said eventually. "I used to go in later, but—"

"Fine," Snape interrupted. "I will meet you at the entrance then."

Harry's hand was on the door when Snape asked, "How are you explaining your continued absence to your roommates?"

"Enchanted curtains," he said. "I go to bed, enchant the curtains closed, put on my cloak and perform a Disillusionment charm so I can get out of the curtains without being noticed. I sneak back in before anyone wakes up and pretend I've never left."

Snape nodded curtly. "Very well. Eight it is."

9

Professor Snape was already there when Harry showed up. He was very relieved; he had been terrified Snape would arrive late and he would have already transformed and something terrible would happen. As it was, he didn't change at all that night.

Harry didn't know what he had been expecting, but the night was like the most difficult, boring, endless potions lesson he'd ever had. In fact, that's exactly what it was. Snape lectured him on the history, chastised him for not preparing the ingredients correctly, even outright yelled at him a few times for being, as he called it, "an insufferable, idiotic, egotistical prat". Those words, exactly, three or four times.

He also accused Harry of faking it, of dragging him on a fool's errand to humiliate him in front of the entire school. Harry pointed out, quite angrily, that he could hardly bring the whole school down here, now could he? To which Snape just glared angrily and returned to his book. Harry, however, continued on, telling him that he had no control over his changing or even any idea when it would happen, that he'd spent a long time trying to find a pattern with no luck whatsoever, and if he could control it, of course he'd turn into a giant, deadly snake just for Snape's benefit but, unfortunately, he wasn't quite that brilliant.

"That will be our next project, then," Snape said, calming in the face of another impossible potion. "Once we've got your eyes under control, we'll investigate your ability to change. In the mean time, write down absolutely everything. The dates, the times, the phases of the moon, anything you can possibly think of."

"Fine," Harry said, shoving over a pile of orange zest.

"It was very foolish of you not to have kept a detailed account of your transformations already," Snape replied, carefully looking at the consistency of the zest. "If you were truly dedicated to finding a pattern, we'd already have—how long did you say this has been going on?"

"Since the second week of school," Harry said. "There were signs for years, but I didn't figure it out until I actually changed."

"Of course not," Snape said, returning the zest to Harry. "Finer."

Harry ground his teeth together.

"That would have given us several months worth of data we are missing," Snape continued. "Now tell me about these signs."

Harry ended up not transforming for a full week, by the end of which Snape would barely speak to him at all, and what little he did say revolved entirely around accusing Harry of faking it in order to feed his "insatiable ego". Though, Harry pointed out, he was still here, and they were still brewing the potion.

"As long as there's a chance you're not lying and I might be able to get you under control, I won't stop," Snape said smoothly, though Harry could hear the anger in his voice. "Now chop these—"

Snape cut off. Harry smirked, just for a moment, before the pain was too much and he started screaming. He had no idea how long the transformation took, only that it seemed like ages, and even longer when he kept his eyes closed the whole time.

"I told you," Harry said, coiling around and hiding his face. Then he realized he was hissing, and Snape had no idea what he was saying. He couldn't even smirk properly, not with a snake's face, especially not when he couldn't look at the man.

"You—" Snape tried. "You—you weren't lying."

"Of course not," Harry hissed irritably.

"The potion isn't ready yet," Snape said, and he sounded exactly like himself again. "You'll just have to sit there while I work."

"Finally," Harry muttered. He closed his eyes and fell asleep.

He woke up five or six hours later. Snakes required much less sleep than humans, which worked out well, given all his sleepless nights wandering as the Basilisk. Not to mention his sleepless nights shivering in the Chamber, and now his sleepless nights staying up brewing with Snape. He had supplied them with a very strong version of Pepper Up, and that helped, but the only thing that really worked was spending as much time possible as a snake. He nearly uncurled before remembering he wasn't alone. Instead he hissed loudly, hoping to tell Snape he was awake.

"Good night's sleep, Potter?" Snape asked irritably. Harry heard the sound of Snape drinking something, no doubt Pepper Up. "Not all of us are so lucky."

Harry hissed angrily.

"Don't bother, you know I can't understand you," Snape replied. "I wrote down when you transformed, by the way. It failed to occur to me that you cannot write when in your current form. Nor can we communicate, so just stay curled up like that until you change back."

"I'm teaching you Parseltongue on the nights I'm not changed," Harry replied. He had spent a lot of time curled up like this, yes, but he'd gotten used to having company, no matter how difficult Snape was.

"Can't understand you," Snape replied. "Stay quiet, I need to focus."

The next three nights were much the same, but on the fourth Harry didn't transform.

"I'm teaching you Parseltongue," Harry said as soon as he entered the bathroom. "It's bollocks we can't talk when I'm a Basilisk. Open the passage."

Snape stared at him. "Parseltongue cannot be taught, Potter," he said. "It's a genetic trait."

"Then rewrite your genes," Harry said. "Open the passage."

Snape's stare changed to a glare. "Watch your mouth, Potter."

"Open the bloody passage," Harry snapped. "Otherwise we're going to stay in this bathroom all night long."

"And if you change?" Snape asked.

"Then I'll lay against the door, blocking it, and close my eyes," he said. "I can stand another few nights of being stuck with my eyes closed, and I'd bet you a hundred Galleons you're too excited to get back to work to not try."

Snape was furious. "I cannot speak Parseltongue!" he said again. "Your stubbornness is not going to change that! And," he added, almost as an afterthought, "I do not wager with students."

"I'll give you ten minutes of trying," Harry said, taking out his wand and conjuring a countdown. "If you can't get it by then, I'll open it."

"You're an idiot," Snape replied angrily. "All you're doing is delaying your own cure."

"The countdown doesn't start until you try," Harry said calmly. "Don't you think it would be useful if we could have spent the last three nights talking? As much as you hate me, you hate it even more when I clam up and refuse to tell you about this, which I will do if you don't even attempt to learn. You need as much information as you can get, you say. Spending three nights curled up hissing at you can't be as useful."

"Fine," Snape spat. "You're only wasting your own time."

Harry started the clock.

Snape didn't even come close, but at least that gave them something to talk about other than going over the progression of Harry's condition over and over again. Snape ended up so frustrated he knocked a pile of bat eyes to the floor, after which he declared the teaching session over for the night. He made Harry spend the rest of the night cleaning the eyes, which was a huge waste of time because a simple Aguamenti would have fixed it, but apparently this new phase of their relationship hadn't tempered Snape's penchant for punishment.

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 whole incident provided me with a great opportunity to destroy Dumbledore's image or at the very least make people doubt Dumbledore. I wrote a letter to everyone's favourite reporter and told her the details of the many events that had taken place at Hogwarts this year. I can't wait to see what she does with this information.

Next day, the Daily prophet contained a long beautiful article that covered the whole front page.

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BOY-WHO-LIVED NARROWLY ESCAPES DEATH FOR THE THIRD TIME AT HOGWARTS
IS HOGWARTS SAFE FOR OUR CHILDREN?
By Rita Skeeter

We all believe Hogwarts to be the safest place on the planet. But Hogwarts has been the most dangerous place for the past few months ever since Harry Potter, the Boy-who-lived started attending the school. Harry Potter has faced multiple attempts on his life during his short term at Hogwarts and he has narrowly escaped death every time due to luck just like he did all those years back.

Just yesterday at midnight, he was attacked by a dangerous creature in the Forbidden Forest and would have died of not for a centaur saving him. Now everyone will be wondering what was he doing inside the dangerous Forbidden forest in the first place when students are forbidden from entering it. Well I was shocked after finding out the reason. It seems Harry Potter was attending a detention in the forest with his friends. 

Now you will be wondering what terrible crime did he and his friends commit for them to be punished this severely. Well it was a something small, the act of roaming out on the halls after curfew. We would think the professor will favour the Boywholived and not penalise him for something like this but it was the opposite. He was harshly punished. He and his friends were penalised 50 points each. This was severe enough but the professor was not satisfied, she wanted to punish them more and decided to give them detention in the forbidden forest.

Something like roaming the castle at night with his friends which many of us have done during our Hogwarts years earned Potter and his friends such a severe punishment. Makes you wonder if the professor was a you-know-who supporter and decided to use this opportunity to indirectly kill the boy for her master.

You would think detention at Forbidden forest was bad but this detention was much worse than a simple visit to the forest. The four first year students were tasked with finding a creature that was hunting unicorns in the Forest. Four first years who may not know even a single spell to be able to defend themselves were tasked with finding a dangerous creature in the dangerous Forbidden forest. Headmaster Dumbledore should have called Aurors for something like that.

You would think that at least there will be a professor to protect them from the danger but you will be wrong. The adult they had with them for protection was Rubeus Hagrid, the Hogwarts gatekeeper who cannot do magic.
 
It seems like Headmaster Dumbledore has gone senile with old age and started to believe the story books about the Boy who lived. He must have thought that Harry Potter will take care of the creature easily like he does in the books. We know he knew about this detention because without his approval a detention like this would not be allowed.

What worries me is the identity of the other children involved. The four children were Harry Potter, Madam Longbottom's grandson Neville Longbottom, Lord Malfoy's son Draco Malfoy and a muggleborn witch. Makes you wonder if this was a political move by Dumbledore giving a warning to the Light and the Dark side that he has their children in his control and they must agree to his demands in the Wizengamot to ensure the safety of their children at Hogwarts. We know that madam Longbotton and Lord Malfoy are not his loyal supporters.

This incident was not the only time that Harry Potter had a close encounter with death at Hogwarts. On Halloween a Troll somehow made its way into the castle and nearly killed him and other students. It was quick thinking by Harry Potter that saved his and another student's life. I wonder how a Troll was able to enter Hogwarts when Hogwarts is known for its strong wards that repel magical creatures. Another thing to consider is that there is no troll habitat near Hogwarts. Someone brought it inside Hogwarts. I wonder why Aurors were not called for an investigation.

Another incident where Harry Potter was nearly killed was during a Quidditch match. Harry Potter, the youngest seeker in the century was playing in that match. In the match it is suspected that someone was jinxing his broom as he lost control of it in the middle of the game when he was high above the ground. Only after a small fire broke out in the professor's stands did he get the broom back into his control. Makes you wonder if a professor was involved in the jinxing incident. We know that there is a Death Eater posing as a professor in the school.

Now you can see one thing common in all three incidents. All the three incidents happened due to the hostile actions or the negligence of the Headmaster and the other professors. It seems like Hogwarts is not safe for our children anymore.

My sources say that You-know-who cursed the Potter that night when he was vanquished. The boy was cursed to face many dangerous situations in his life. I believe my source is right. This is just the first year and already our children were put in deadly danger. If the troll had found a group of students before it was taken care of, we would be mourning the deaths of the children. Harry Potter still has 6 more years at Hogwarts. I am not sure if Hogwarts will still be standing by the time he graduates. 

For the safety of our children we must transfer them to other schools or expel Harry potter and let him be privately tutored like he was taught before joining Hogwarts. None of our children have his luck and will die when get pulled into the dangerous situations involving the Boy-Who-Lived. I hope the Hogwarts Governors get involved.

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I was amused after reading the article. I only gave her the information about the incidents and did not tell her how to write the article. It seems Rita skeeter cannot write an article without ruining the image of the people involved. I should have given her some guidelines to follow. I did not like her blaming Harry and an imaginary curse but there is nothing I can do about it.

Harry, McGonagall, Snape and Dumbledore. All of them were insulted and blamed in the article. Rita was not worried about the retaliation. It seems like she believes that her Beetle animagus form will allow her to escape and hide from all threats. I cannot wait for the aftermath of the letter. 

I looked around and saw that everyone was looking at Harry and blaming him for the dangerous situations. Harry was pale with fear. Maybe he was wondering if there really was a curse involved since for him it looked like his life was cursed. He was in danger everyday he was in the Dursley house.

I got some good reactions from the professors too. Snape was angry that he was blamed for the Quidditch incident. McGonagall looked pale with fear.She did not like being compared to a Death Eater. Quirrell was conflicted. Happy that Dumbledore was going to have a tough few months but worried that now Aurors will come to investigate. Dumbledore did not have the twinkling eyes and smile anymore. I think his brain is working in overdrive to find a way to get out of this situation.
 
I can't wait to see the reactions of the parents of the children and the Minister of Magic.

Disclaimer - I do not own the characters and the plot of the Harry Potter Universe.

A guy from our universe gets reborn into the Harry Potter universe. Read to find out how he takes advantage of his prophetic knowledge and lives his new life.

Alternate Universe so avoid reading if you like your canon characters and don't want to see theit evil side.

P.S. This is my first time writing a novel/fanfic.

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