The real Harry Potter. The one who leads, not follows.

taking in his surroundings Harry couldn't help but gasp a little at seeing the real wizarding world.

getting his bearings back together he walked straight to the biggest white building in the alley Gringotts. As he got closer he saw the goblin guards stationed outside the doors. 

'damn those are some of the ugliest things I have ever seen' Harry thought to himself as he entered the bank and waited in line for a free teller.

a few minutes later 

"yes" a goblin said from a desk motioning for Harry to go up to it.

"hello my name is Harry Potter, I was told if I needed to get money to come here?" Harry said with respect 

"you are told correct young wizard, but you will need your vault key to be allowed in" the goblin replied with what looked like a happy grin

"I don't have one, is there a different way for me to do so?"  Harry replied 

"yes, follow me" the goblin finished saying as it got down from his chair and motioned for Harry to follow him.

walking down a few halls and entering a private room with a work desk and a few chairs.

"you may sit down young wizard, as I still need to grab the feel documents for the inheritance test." the goblin said

the goblin reaching inside the desk drawer he pulled out a parchment and a old knife 

"now all you have to do is cut yourself in your thumb and let a few drops of your blood fall into the paper."

just before he reached for the knife. 

'blair give me the blood and status of head of house to the most riches vaults'

'okay'

feeling a slight warmth sensation go through out his body he picked up the knife, and gently cut his thumb to release some blood.

but what surprised him was that the blood looked to be black in color and when the blood touched the parchment it sizzled. then it disappeared being absorbed into the paper.

name: Harry James Potter
mother: Lily Evans- Potter
father: James Potter

vaults owned 5
Merlin vault number 1:  100,001,000 galleons 17 sickles 4knuts variety of jewels and family heirlooms. 

Le Fay vault number 2:   32,000,000 galleons
42 sickles 12 knuts variety of jewels and family heirlooms.

Pendragon vault number 3:  unknown

Potter family vault number 7:  2,500,000 galleons variety of jewels and family heirlooms

Potter trust vault number 687: 10,000 galleons



"woah!!! I'm rich aren't I" Harry asked excitedly

"yes you are heir Potter"

"sir can I have a new set of keys, and I would like to make sure that no one has access to my vaults. also I would like my bank statements"

"no problem" the goblin said as he reached into the drawer with a new set of papers and snapping his fingers as another set of documents appeared but a much thicker set then the previous.

"first I will need another three drops of blood for the new key" 

Harry hearing this again went through the whole process just as he finished a new set of keys with their vault number ingraved In them.

"make sure to keep those keys safe Mr. Potter" 

nodding Harry put the keys inside his pocket 'blair can you put the keys into my inventory' 

'sure' Blair replied

" now these are your bank statements" the goblin said handing over the documents to Harry.

going over the whole thing Harry saw somethings that were making him mad 'that conniving old fool' Harry seethed 
unknown to Harry he was releasing some of his magic causing the ground and all of the magical alley to tremble.

Harry still reading the documents heard some shuffling so he looked up from the bank statements and saw a platoon of guards with Spears pointing at him.

"is there a problem" harry asked with a hiss still mad at what he just read.

"no Mr. Potter you were releasing some of your magic and was causing some trouble" the goblin said

"ohh I'm sorry, but there is a problem with my bank account" Harry said again with anger

the teller and the guards seeing that he is angry began to sweat no matter how young and how much the goblins loved war they couldn't help but feel they were in the presence of an predator.

"what is the problem?" asked the teller

"well, it seems a Mr. Dumbledore has been stealing from my vaults and has taken some of my heirlooms as I don't know him. I want everything back with interest also a miss Moll prewett, Ronald Weasley and Guinevere Molly Weasley are taking payments out of my accounts. I want my shit taking care of and I would like to see my account manager and ask him personally why is he allowing this things to occur." Harry asked releasing magic but also causing some electric Sparks to appear around him.

the teller hearing the demand ran out the room and a few minutes later another goblin entered but this one was accompanied by other guards in fancier armor.

"greetings Mr. Potter I am Ragnok leader of the goblin nation and director of Gringotts. I have heard of the things that have happened and we are currently doing a investigation and the Potter account manager is being questioned at the moment." Ragnok said as he took a seat 

"Hello Director Ragnok I am sorry for all the commotion, but I wasn't expecting some of the issues I came across." Harry said

"yes, I would be unhappy as well" Ragnok said as a goblin walked in and whispered into Ragnoks ears and left some paperwork with him

"okay, Mr Potter from now on I will be in charge of your accounts and the previous Potter manager has been delt with. as for the stolen money's they will be taken back from the accounts of Dumbledore and prewett vaults with interest. as for the heirlooms they shall be in your vaults within the hour." Ragnok said
hearing this Harry finally calmed down 

"now for other business, since you are the last Potter, and last heir of Merlin,Le Fay, and Pendragon you are magically emancipated and will be able to claim your rings of head of house. will you like to do so at this time."

a dude died by some stupid reason let's say the Almighty truck kun did the deed. when he wakes up later on he is in front of a god which gives him some wishes which make him Op and later on he does whatever he wants In his life

this fan fic will be short

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

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

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Chapter 11

Someone To Turn To

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Harry's eyes widened as he watched two policemen get out of the car and come toward him. He was scared. He hadn't ever got into this kind of trouble before, even when he was with the Raiders.

One of the policemen held his arms behind hid back and the other placed hand cuffs around his wrists. Once the cuffs were completely locked, Harry was dragged over to the police car and thrown in. The two policemen got in and began to drive away.

"I've never seen you before you must be new at this. So many kids getting into trouble these days." said one of the policemen "My name is Bob and this is Malcolm"

"My name is Harry Potter, nice to meet you"

"Such a nice boy, you definitely don't act like a fugitive"

"I'm not exactly a bad kid. My godfather and I aren't exactly on excellent terms right now. We got into a fight this afternoon and I kind of lost it"

"That's tough, I went through the same thing with my father. My mother died when I was four and I was forced to live with him. He used to have a drinking problem and never treated me very well. We got into a fight and when I was 16 he kicked me out of the house. I went to live with a friend who was trying to become a policeman. We went to school together and now we're both policemen. My father actually helped me in a way. What happened to your real parents?"

"They died when I was a baby. They...um, got hit by a drunk driver"

"Poor child. So you went to go live with your godfather?"

"No, I went to live with my Aunt Petunia and my Uncle Vernon. They treated me like crap and my godfather had to get me out. I almost died there. I thought my godfather was different but he's just like them"

"I'm sure that he isn't. If he saved you from a horrible family and took you into his home then he must love you. Whatever happened was probably just an accident"

"I hope so"

Harry and Bob got deep in conversation until they got to the prison. Harry had decided that Bob was somebody that he could trust.

When they got to the police station Malcolm ran off somewhere and Bob was left to bring Harry inside. Bob didn't have to drag him in because he knew he wouldn't run away. He simply put a hand on his shoulder an they walked in together.

Bob led Harry to a large desk where the head sheriff sat. Harry was suddenly scared.

"So what is he in for?" asked the sheriff

"He beat up a boy in the street"

The sheriff flipped through the book that had been sitting on his desk. He muttered something and then closed the book.

"That's a violation of rule 999. We'll have to call your guardian to come bail you out. You'll have to stay in a cell until he arrives. I never want to see you here again, do I make myself clear"

"Yes Sir, never again"

"That's a good boy. Now, I need the name and number of your guardian"

Bob removed his handcuffs. The sheriff handed Harry a sheet with spaces to write Sirius' name and number. Harry was glad that Sirius had a phone, unlike most wizards. If he didn't the sheriff would be suspicious.

He quickly scribbled down Sirius' name and number. He handed his sheet back to the sheriff. He read the paper for a moment and nodded.

"Thank you. Now Bob, take Mr...what your name?"

"Harry Potter"

"Yes I'll have to take that down. Take Mr. Potter to his cell. Number 9 is free"

Bob led his to one of the prison cells. He motioned for Harry to sit on the bench attached to the wall. Harry sat down, put his face into his hand and burst into tears. Bob kneeled down next to him and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Don't worry Harry, everything's gonna be okay"

"I'm just not used to this, Sirius is gonna be so mad. He's gonna beat me just like Uncle Vernon used to. How could I have been so stupid!"

"Everybody makes mistakes"

"I know but I can't control myself anymore. I keep on doing stupid things and losing control of my anger. I just want it all to end and become my old self again"

"Why don't you have a long talk with your godfather, maybe he can help you."

"Because I'm scared. He keeps on yelling at me and won't listen to anything I have to say. I hate admitting it but I'm afraid of him. We used to be really close but now we're drifting apart"

"Talk to him, trust me. If you avoid him you'll just continue to be afraid of him. When I was mad at my father I would talk to him and that helped our relationship. But still he continued to get drunk. But your godfather isn't a drunk, you have a chance"

"I guess. Thank you, you're a great person to talk to"

"No problem! Here's my card if you ever want to talk"

Bob handed Harry a white card and left his cell. Harry was still frightened about what would happen when Sirius arrived.

Lesss seee here.....

I'm not dropping the book.

Never ever EVER!

Hmmmmm.

I'm trying to write for patreo_n so that's why I haven't been updating.

I might update once every two days? For normal releases that is until ******* is ten chapters ahead.

Anyways. Enjoy.

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"Hermione, where are we going?" Harry asked, after she had led them down through four floors, and started down the marble staircase into the entrance hall.

"You'll see, you'll see in a minute!" said Hermione excitedly.

She turned left at the bottom of the staircase and hurried toward the door. Harry had never been through here before. 

He and Ron dragged Arth with them and followed Hermione down a flight of stone steps, but instead of ending up in a gloomy underground passage like the one that led to Snape's dungeon, they found themselves in a broad stone corridor, brightly lit with torches, and decorated with cheerful paintings that were mainly of food.

"Oh hang on . . ." said Harry slowly, halfway down the corridor. "Wait a minute, Hermione. . . ."

"What?" She turned around to look at him, anticipation all over her face.

"I know what this is about," said Harry.
He nudged Ron and pointed to the painting just behind Hermione. It showed a gigantic silver fruit bowl.

"Hermione!" said Ron, catching on. "You're trying to rope us into that spew stuff again!"

"No, no, I'm not!" she said hastily. "And it's not spew, Ron —"

"Then why are we here?" said Ron with a raised eyebrow.

"I came down here just now, to talk to them all, and I realized — oh just come on."

She seized Arth's arm, pulled him in front of the picture of the giant fruit bowl, stretched out her forefinger, and tickled the huge green pear. It began to squirm, chuckling, and suddenly turned into a large green door handle. Hermione seized it, pulled the door open, and pushed Arth hard in the back, forcing him inside. Harry and Ron followed them albeit suspiciously.

Harry had one brief glimpse of an enormous, high-ceilinged room, large as the Great Hall above it, with mounds of glittering brass pots and pans heaped around the stone walls, and a great brick fireplace at the other end, when something small hurtled toward him from the middle of the room, squealing, "Harry Potter, sir! Harry Potter!"

Next second all the wind had been knocked out of him as the squealing elf hit him hard in the midriff, hugging him so tightly he thought his ribs would break.

"D-Dobby?" Harry gasped.

"It is Dobby, sir, it is!" squealed the voice from somewhere around his navel. "Dobby has been hoping and hoping to see Harry Potter, sir, and Harry Potter has come to see him, sir!"

Dobby let go and stepped back a few paces, beaming up at Harry, his enormous, green, tennis-ball-shaped eyes brimming with tears of happiness. He looked almost exactly as Harry remembered him; the pencil-shaped nose, the batlike ears, the long fingers and feet — all except the clothes, which were very different.

He was wearing a tea cozy for a hat, on which he had pinned a number of bright badges; a tie patterned with horseshoes over a bare chest, a pair of what looked like children's soccer shorts, and odd socks. One of these, Harry saw, was the black one Harry had removed from his own foot and tricked Mr. Malfoy into giving Dobby, thereby setting Dobby free. The other was covered in pink and orange stripes.

How. . . . Hideous.

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Chapter 9

Draco's Fanmail

Dear Draco,

I love you. You are the greatest model in the world. It's too bad your gay cause if you weren't we could date. Anyway, do you think you could get me in with the modeling business
Sincerely,
Shula Jackson

Dear Shula,

I love you too. And yes, it is a fact that I am the greatest model in the world. They've done studies you know… so it's proven that I am the sexiest man on the planet. It's a fact. A scientific fact. And if I weren't gay and dreadfully loyal to my Pookie-Pie-Harry, then I would date you! Along with all the sexy women in the world. And I can get you into the modeling business but there are certain… ahem … compensations, if you get my drift… I'll try to be subtle… YOU MUST SLEEP WITH ME.

Love,

Draco

Dear Mr. Malfoy,

You are so hot! and so is Mr. Potter! I envy you sigh so down to business, is Mr. Potter -hem- a good shag? and is he your One?

Love Rachel Zabini

Dear Rachel,

Oh my, are you related to my dear sweet Blaise? Let's do lunch! Thank you for thinking… oh excuse me… knowing that I'm hot. My Sugar-Pie-Honey-Bunch-Harry is quite hot too, isn't he? I'm sure everyone, including you, is positively green with envy! We do make a wondrous couple. And… I will answer your next question without hesitation. Mr. Potter is INDEED a FABULOUS shag. I absolutely love the way he squeaks when he gets close to a climax. And he makes this adorable face when I come— Okay, enough of that! Now to your last question.

Yes. He is the One.

Love,

Draco

Oh Draco,

I love your sexy hot body and dream of stripping you naked every time my eyes lie on you. Ditch Pothead and go for me. I'll give you the ride of your life. Come on, being gay is a drag. Go for the straight life for me.

The esteemed Brittany Smokes –

Dear Miss Smokes,

For the love of Merlin, why did I have to become gay? WHY! When there are lovely sensual women like you walking on this planet! Okay, I shall become straight for you! You sexy, vivacious woman, you! YOU CAN RIDE ME ANYDAY! RIDE IT, COWGIRL!

"Malfoy, what the hell are you writing?" Harry looked over his shoulder. "You're honestly not going to send that, are you?"

"Of course not, Potter," Draco said. "I just needed to get it out of my system."

Dear Miss Smokes,

The gay life is the life for me. How dare you try and ensnare me with your evil womanly ways! Shame on you!

Love,

Draco

Dear Draco,

Aren't you just the cutest little model around? Too bad about the whole gay thing... although it is rather appealing- bisexual's a good way to go! Anyway, if you and Harry ever feel like something diffrent gimmie a buzz.
Good luck with the modelling. What conditioner do you use? Your hair always looks so good! I guess some people are just born beautiful.
Love you
Zo x

Dear Zo,

Yes, of course I'm the cutest model around, but I'm far from little! Surely you must know that. And I refuse to be bisexual! I believe that a person should just go for ONE THING and in my case, that would be men. And I've got one hell of a man, of course. My Pumpkin-Pookie-Poo-Harry. And the conditioner I use is called Wizarding Orgasmic Lush. Because when I massage it into my hair, I get the URGE to scream out with PLEASURE. It's like sex for the scalp.

And as for the part of your letter which I skipped purposely, I think I should answer it now… NO, Harry and I do NOT do well with THREESOMES. It's uncalled for! How dare you even bring it up?

Love,

Draco

P.S. Meet me and Harry at our apartment. 3 pm tomorrow. Wear sexy lingerie. Don't be late.

Dear Draco Dearest,

Wow. Was what I read in the paper true Draco? You and Harry Potter? I don't think he deserves you, I mean come on! Your WAY hotter then him! Anyways, ARE you really gay? Is Potter a good shag?

Love always,
Slytherin 6th Year,
Midori Wan

Dear Midori Dearest,

I've seen you around the common room when I was in 7th year. You're hot! I would've cornered you and shagged you out of your own will, but I didn't. Because I'm gay. And I fully think that Harry deserves me because my dear Super-Duper-Pooper-Pie deserves only the best and the best would be ME. But I definitely agree with you when you say that I'm WAY hotter than him. Because it's true! But come on, Harry is very hot, isn't he? And, yes, once again… Harry is a very good shag. He's shagadellic.

Love,

Draco

Oh my God!

Draco, you are a sex-god! You invade my dreams every night, satisfying my every need and giving me indescribable pleasure over and over and over again! And I welcome these dreams eagerly. You are simply gorgeous! You are beauty at its peak! You are the Adonis of our Era! I have every single magazine picture you've ever posed for! I just love you! You are totally and completely fabulous! My boyfriend gets a bit jealous, but I don't care! You are the best! And I've totally accepted that you and Harry Potter are a couple! Actually, it makes for much more interesting dreams! I mean, he's quite the looker, as well. All though not nearly as attractive as you! But still, it's wonderful! You and Harry, laying in a satin covered bed, limbs tangled from previous, exhausting events, breathing over each other's faces. And sometimes there are even hand cuffs involved!

I love you Draco!

You're ever-adoring, number one fan,

Melanie Salazar

Dear Melanie,

Salazar? You sound very Slytherin-like! We must do lunch! Now Melanie, tell me exactly how I pleasure you…with my snake-like tongue? With my long, supple wand? Speak naughty to me, Melanie, speak naughty to me… Yes, I am fully aware of how gorgeous I am. Sometimes I look in the mirror and I gasp and say, "Oh my! Who is that lovely, lovely boy staring at me? Why, I must ask for his phone number!" And then I realize that it is me. I am a bit disappointed of course, because I cannot shag myself. Unless I cut off my wee-wee and shove it up my arse. But that would be very painful. I feel very honored to be included in your dreams… and now that Harry is with me, it's wonderful to know that he, too, can be a part of your fantasies. Tell me, all three of us are in the nude, right? Are we skipping through a field of daises while licking lollipops? Are we all making love underneath the shade of a large elephant?

Well, my darling. My favorite part of the letter is when you are describing our after-sex scenes. It turns me on so much, I think I will go and stick my pencil in Harry's sharpener right now. Bye!

Love,

Draco

Harry's face turned beet red, "Girls actually fantasize about that?"

"But of course, Potter," Draco looked at him. "Girls can't help but fantasize about two beautiful young men shagging each other. It's just how it goes…"

"But how come you make it seem like that you're the dominant one of this relationship?" Harry scrutinized Draco's reply to the girl.

Draco sighed, "Because I am the dominant one. I'm the one that gets to stick my pole up your arse, so quit whining about it. Now go make me a sandwich, woman!"

Dear Draco,

Since that you are now gay, I think it's safe to confess my true feelings for you. I'M IN LOVE WITH YOU, DRACO. I've always been in love with you! From the moment I set eyes on you, I decided to become your lackey just for the sole purpose of being able to follow you wherever you go. And yes, I do peek whenever you're in the shower. Ever since first year, I've been peeking. And do you remember when your underwear began to disappear? It was I who stole them. I would wear them on my head and SNIFF them. Oh, how I love the scent of DRACO. So please, dump that Harry Potter if you want some REAL MANLY LOVIN'.

Always and Forever YOURS,

Goyle

Dear Fred Weasley,

I know this is you. It's not funny. It's disturbing.

Love,

Draco

Dear Draco,

I've heard that GOYLE confessed his love to you. And I shall do the same! Do not go out with that horrid Goyle because it is I that loves you the most. I want you to be mine, Draco. I want to dress you up in a bunny suit and sing love songs to you. I want to lick caramel off your sexy body and I want you to WHIP me. WHIP ME, DRACO, WHIP ME. Shove a LOLLIPOP stick up my BUM! Take me to your candy shop!

Sexually yours,

Crabbe

Dear George Weasley,

If you continue to send these letters, I will hang you and your brother in my room and use you as punching bags. Then I will **** your mangled bodies.

Love,

Draco

Hi Draco (mr. fantabulously gorgeous hunk),

i'm a muggle who has stumbled (quite fortunately) into the wonders of the wizarding world. Of those wonders i've found Harry Potter. Harry Potter is so deliciously hot, but i've heard that he doesn't accept fanmail (out of modesty, i heard.. how cute!) and he doesn't model (a right pity).

Anyway, when i found out that you (lucky sod) had managed to hook up with him i was terribly excited for you. How'd you do it anyway? he's such a recluse and he seems so adorably shy no matter how manly he looks.. sigh Harry Potter.. don't you just love gazing into his eyes? they're so irrisistibly green that i'm pretty sure people who are fortunate to gaze in them get lost.. i wouldn't mind getting lost.

i can't help but ask if this is a long term deal? U guys look unbelievably hot together, but in the world of celebrities (even wizards n witches) they don't seem to last. i hope you do because you both seem to set sparks off one another, it's incredibly sexy. i've also wondered what your favorite position with Harry is? (not to sound pervy but you have to admit, ppl ARE imagining u two doing the dirty deed ) I also wonder if you'll convince Harry to do a few shoots with you? he's very gorgeous, it's a shame to put all that looks to waste.. Oh.. and what is your (and Harry's) all time favorite nickname to each other? The issue in Witches Weekly stated that you two were spouting numerous pet names to each other at T. Fiddy's party. that's so cute.. u don't care about embarassing each other cuz you're both so enamoured.. sigh young love..

oOoh.. i was also wondering if you guys were planning on vacationing at Hawaii anytime soon? The islands are lovely, particularly Maui, and it'd be great to see you in person..

Harry Potter's biggest muggle fan,

Anna lynn

ps. if u hurt Harry you die! you may be hot but I know u're a frisky fellow, i won't have you break his heart!

pps. Hi Harry! lovely watching u..

Dear Anna Lynn,

Why are you giving all your love to Harry and not to me? I'm very disappointed and jealous! Haven't you GAZED into my lovely grey eyes? Don't you get SUCKED into them as if you were DROWNING in a pool of grey? Have you noticed my wonderful UNBLEMISHED skin? ARE YOU BLIND! LOOK AT ME, WOMAN! This is "Draco's Fanmail" not "Harry's Fanmail"! It's always wonderful sweet POTTER that gets all the praise and affection! I never get anything! At Hogwarts he was Dumbledore's FAVORITE BOY and everyone's FAVORITE CELEBRITY! WHY, ANNA! WHY ARE YOU NOT GIVING ME ANY LOVE!

Harry watched Draco as he scribbled furiously on the parchment. He was almost close to tears. "Malfoy? What's wrong with you?"

Draco's head quickly shot up as if he had been in some sort of trance, "Oh. Nothing. I'm fine." He crumpled up his answer to her and began writing on a new piece of parchment.

Dear Anna Lynn,

Despite all the rumors you hear, I am not a Muggle hater. I love Muggles! They are simply delightful. And it's wonderful how you happened to stumble across our world. And I am indeed lucky to have scored such a hunk like Harry Potter. And it was very EASY for me to get him to date me. All I had to do was drop my pants in front of him, and he caved in! And as for the relationship, Harry and I are going strong! We will never break up because I'm too in love with him…

Draco stopped writing. He stared at his reply and read the last line he wrote: I'm too in love with him…Even though it wasn't the least bit true, it made his heart flutter a bit. How stupid… He shook his head and continued writing.

Now moving on to our favorite position. Since HARRY POTTER IS MY BITCH, I like being on top, of course. But then I'll never tire of seeing him in between my legs going down on my lollipops- But that's a different story. And my favorite nickname for Harry is Pinko-Dinko-Slinko-Bo-Binko. It's very unique. And I believe his favorite nickname for me is "Oh Almighty Penis."

Harry looked over Draco's shoulder and exclaimed, "That is NOT my nickname for you!"

Oh, and worry not about Harry wasting his good-looks. I'll convince him to do a naked photo shoot for the gay Wizard's magazine, Guess My Wand Size. And guess what… we're going to do the shoot in Hawaii! Yay, yay, coconuts for me and my love!

Love,

Draco

Well hello dear Draco,

I figured u've gotten some pretty weird emails from obsessed fans but I am here to tell you that even though to me you are totally hot and should be with . So I guess I shouldHarry I'm not one of your obsessed fans, just close to it tell you about a dream I had which involved u and Harry. So here it is, oh just a note there was no actual penetration in the dream, so u were sitting on a bed with your hands tied behind your head (kinky but hot) while Harry staring at you placed light kisses all the way down your body spending some time on your nipples. After making u tense with pleasure, Harry worked his way down your body teasing you the entire way. Once he reached your penis he started to lick and suck until it hardened then he straddled your hips and started to rock back and forth until… then my dream ended, sucks huh? Well juss thought you would like to know what people think about you.

K

Well hello dear K,

YOU HORRID GIRL! HOW COULD YOU END YOUR DREAM THERE! I COMMAND YOU TO GO BACK TO SLEEP AND FINISH THAT DREAM! That's a direct order, go back to sleep or else I will have to go over there and MURDER you! … So… do you think Harry enjoyed doing it as much as I enjoyed receiving it? But darling, you make it seem like Harry is the head honcho of the relationship. HE should be the one tied down and I'M the one who gets to straddle him and such. Oh, wondrous, wondrous, to be able to make mad passionate love to my Slinky-Winky. Well, my dear darling girl. It's hard to believe that you are not an obsessive fan when you are having SEX dreams about me and Harry. I don't blame you; I am UTTERLY GORGEOUS after all. Please continue having those dreams, and when you've finished that previous one- write me back. I should like to know the ending.

Love,

Draco

Draco sat at his computer (yes, he has a computer) and began to read K's letter over and over again. The idea intrigued him… Hmm… hands tied and kinkyness… He stood up and walked towards Harry's bedroom, "Um, Potter! I've to, um, talk to you…"

10 minutes later…

Draco sat back down in front of his computer, breathing heavily. He had attempted to "engage Harry in conversation" but failed miserably.

Harry stomped into the room, his hands tied behind his back and his shirt unbuttoned all the way. He looked like he had been molested against his will.

"What the hell was that, Malfoy!" he spat.

Draco shrugged lightly, "I wanted to talk to you about something but you wouldn't listen."

"You didn't talk, you groped—"

"Shut up, dear boy. I'm trying to answer my fanmail."

"Malfoy—"

"Dammit, woman! Go to the kitchen and get me a beer!"

Dear Draco,

I should warn you. You're going to get with Harry soon in this story. You're gonna FALL for him.

The Author,

Reshima

XXxxXXxx

Dear Reshima,

You are disgusting. You will never turn me into a homosexual no matter how hard you try. I don't care if you're the author!

Love,

Draco

XXxxXXxx

Dear Draco,

I have power over you. I can make you hit yourself.

The Author,

Reshima

XXxxXXxxx

Dear Reshima,

My face hurts. I just hit myself. Fuck you.

Love,

Draco

XXXxxxXXXXxx

Dear Draco,

Anytime, baby. Anytime.

The Author,

Reshima

Harry and his son Albus make their way back home when Sabrina pops out of nowhere. "Who is she, Dad," said Albus. "I don't know, go and introduce yourself, Albus," said Harry. "Alright dad," said Albus walking towards Sabrina. Then Diamond pops right up next to Sabrina. Albus and Harry were confused because they did not know where the kids were coming from. "Dad, there is another girl over there," said Albus still walking that way. 
              Now Scarlett and Malry pop up right next to the other girls. Albus was more confused on where they were coming from, so he is walking very slowly over to them. Brittany was the last one to come from a time in the past where they were trapped and aged differently. "Hi, I'm Albus Potter and you guys are, " said Albus. "I'm Brittany Lovegood, 10 years old and sister of Luna and Maria Lovegood," said Brittany. "That's my father's friend," said Albus. "I'm Diamond Granger, 13 years old and sister of Hermione Granger," said Diamond as she shook his hand. "That is my aunt, so that makes you my aunt, too, " said Albus. "I guess that does, " said Diamond giving him a hug. "I'm Scarlett Potter, 10 years old and sister of Harry Potter, " said Scarlett. "What," said Harry. 
                "Yeah, I am your sister, " said Scarlett giving Harry a hug. "But how," said Harry. "I was born before you, " said Scarlett. "But why are you so young, " said Harry walking with her to talk alone. "Well, I'm Malry Malfoy, 10 years old and sister of Draco Malfoy, " said Malry. "That's my friend's father's name, " said Albus as Harry and Scarlett was walking back over. "I'm Sabrina Riddle, 10 years old and sister of Tom Riddle, " said Sabrina. Harry was mad that Sabrina was related to Lord Voldemort so he took out his wand and put it under her chin. 
             Sabrina was confused but after a while she realized why he was doing that because of her little brother Tom Riddle. She did not like what he was doing, but then Albus stepped in front of his father to stop him from killing her. "I won't let you hurt her," said Albus. "Why," said Harry. "She has not done anything wrong to us," said Albus. Sabrina was surprised to see Albus stand up to his father. Harry put away his wand and said "I'm sorry but where did you come from."Well Sabrina and her friends did not want to get into on why they were sent to a place in the past so they can be ready to stop someone that is coming.
             They were waiting for the other kids to come out of the portal, that was created by young Albus Dombledore that knew this day would come, they were waiting for Sabrina's siblings. "Sabrina," said Addison coming through the portal. "Over here," said Sabrina waving at her. Then Tyler came through followed by Elijah and Maluna. "How do you have so many siblings," said Harry to Sabrina. Before Sabrina could answer, Maluna ran over and said "You need to close the portal because we don't want people from the past to come to the future."
            Sabrina ran over to the portal, pulled out the elder wand from her pocket and said "Closora." Harry was surprised to see the elder wand after he broke it and threw it over the side of the bridge. "Where did you get that," said Harry walking towards her. After a while, they got inside Harry's place. Harry asked Ginny "What should we do with all of the children?" "We can let them stay here, go to Diagon Alley to see if they have an account at Gringotts Wizarding bank tomorrow."
             When they arrived at Diagon Alley, people were looking at how many children were with Harry and Ginny. "How can I help you," said the Head Goblin of Gringotts. "We need to look for several bank accounts," said Harry to the goblin. The head goblin was surprised to see so many children. "What are the names, please," said the goblin. "Scarlett Potter, please," said Harry. "Yes, vault number 319, keys please," said the head goblin. Scarlett handed the necklace of three keys to the goblin. The goblin lead them to Scarlett's vault they left for her.
               They made their way to vault 319 to withdraw some money for Scarlett so she can buy her things for Hogwarts. "I wonder how much money my parents left for me," said Scarlett. "They left a lot of money for me," said Harry. When the goblin opened the vault there wasn't alot of money. "What, that isn't enough for getting things for Hogwarts," said Scarlett as she gathered the money in the vault. "We also need a withdraw for Diamond Granger," said Harry to the head goblin. "I have the keys and the vault number, too," said Diamond. She gave the head goblin the keys and a piece of paper with the vault number 249.

If there was another harry potter book this will be it but with his son's name on it. This is my version on what happens with characters I added in it. These characters are Sabrina, Diamond, Scarlett, Malry, Brittany, Tyler, Elijah, Addison, Maria, Maluna, Zane, Carly, Astella, Ethan, Skye, Hunter, Jacob, Skyler, Patience, Noah, Nathan, Desire, Jordan, Jackson, Jillian, Alyssa, etc. There will be other characters that I will add later in the story. I will try to update this soon but do to writer's block and school it will be a while

Harry awoke the second time slowly, and with much confusion. He had fully expected to wake up on the doorstep of the Number 4 Privet Drive with the Dursleys, to see their awful faces. However, the sight that greeted him was nothing at all like he had seen.

All around him there were stars; constellations, star nebula, and an array of color so beautiful it didn't seem possible. 

{("Harry Potter,")} called a voice, vague and dreamy sounding. The tone and pitch were feminine and soft, but seemed more like a young male. Possibly pre-pubescent. 

<{Prophecy Child,"}> another intoned, sounding just as vague as the first, but with hints of mischief; almost as though this one were delighted 

[["Master,"]] came a third voice, sounding deeper. There was a raspy quiver to the voice, drawing out the 's' and 'r' in a gravelly tone. The third voice was unmistakably male. 

Harry blinked-- or rather he tried to. His body seemed incapable of such movement. In fact, his body seemed incapable of any basic function. He wasn't even breathing! Strangely, he didn't seem to have eyes to see, or lungs  to breathe. 

Panic gripped him and the three voices, sans bodies themselves, spoke again. 

{("Do not fear, Harry Potter,")} said the first. 

<{"Beloved Child,"}> cooed the second. 

[["You are safe, Master Mine,"]] rumbled the third. 

Harry tried to ask them what was going on, but failed. 

{("Yes,")}  agreed the first entity. {("Safe. Harry Potter, you first entered My Timestream as Harry Potter, so Harry Potter you are. No matter the form or Timeline...")}

The second voice chirped in agreement. <{"Out of all others, you are Our Chosen One. The One who always succeeds in the tasks I give him."}> 

[["The only creature who could covet and court Death and succeed; the only being who did not seek absolute Power with My creations,"]] agreed the third. This voice was deeper and shook his entire being to the core. 

Harry felt like an ant before giants. 

{("You are here... because you are finally... Enough,")} First voice drew out, sounding like it was nearly asleep. 

<{"After eight hundred and ninety lifetimes, over nine thousand years spent living,"}>  Continues second. <{"We can finally appear before you. You are ready for more."}>

Harry was suddenly doubtful; this sounded a lot like a pitch or sale, and he wasn't biting. 

[["Because of your souls maturity, Master can now access and manifest abilities of Our nature."]]

{("As such, you may access portions of Our Domain.")}

<{"Each of Us have decided to bestow upon you Our own gifts."}>

[["From this point forward, I, Thantos, offer you the abilities thus: you shall have the Eyes of the Reaper. Capable of seeing a person's lifespan. With this you have a chance of changing their life course or death."]]

{("From this point forward, I, Chronos, offer you the ability to pause a single moment; with this, you can change a single instance in My Timestream.")}

<{"I, Moirai, offer you a gift as well. From this point forward, I offer you the ability to alter the course of Destiny. Things that are or were pre-determined are now possible and susceptible to change."}>

Harry's mind reeled. His main frustration with constant rebirth was possibly being solved! However, one thing stood out and cooled his enthusiasm. 

'Why couldn't this have happened sooner? Why couldn't I save James and Lily?' 

Moirai seemed to perceive his thoughts, for it was she that answered. 

<{"For you to receive Our gifts, you had two requirements. One, you must first have experienced your first brush with Fate and Death; the incident with Dark Lord Voldemort."}--

<{"Two, you must have lived for ten thousand years. Only a cultivated and powerful soul could possess such gifts."}>

Harry felt confused. Hadn't they just said he had only lived nine thousand? 

{("To be precise, you have lived nine thousand, nine hundred and one years combined from each lifetime. Since this is not ten thousand years, though you have received Our gifts and Blessings, you can only begin to access these when you reach ten years of age in your current body.")}

Lotta good that did him currently. 

[["Master will slowly develop his soul and be able to access more than just memories and languages; over time, Master will develop all of his past abilities."]]

<{"A word of caution, however: you can only fully use certain magical ability and power through development of your core. Too soon and you'll burn through your current soul container."}>

{("This will also be the case with your physical ability and development. Though you remember well how to shoot a bow and arrow, your body is not developed enough to preform such a task. Your mind may remember, but your muscles and physical form do not.")}

This made logical sense to Harry, though he was a bit disappointed.

[["Remember this, Master: You are the Chosen One of Fate, Beloved Child of Time, and Master of Death. Magic herself has appointed you as Her Champion. Great expectations are ahead of you, but so comes power and blessings."]]

Harry suddenly felt very tired, and struggled to focus. It felt like he was fading, falling deeply into darkness. What was happening?

<{"Go now with Our protection and know We are watching."}>

{("Look for Our Avatars if you desire guidance or help.")}

[["We are always watching."]]

Harry fought to focus but their voices were suddenly sounding far, far away. He was falling, drifting down into darkness.

[["Goodbye, Harry Potter."]]

('... .. .... ...?')

Drifting further away, Harry missed the final words of the three as his soul slid back into his body. Slowly, he struggled to move and wake up, his body feeling heavy and cramped. Struggling to move, he opened his eyes to the sight of his Aunt leaning over him. 

No, scratch that; not over him. Holding him! Pale blonde hair disheveled, light green eyes red-rimmed and watery. Tears streaming down her thin, long face, Petunia Dursley looked a mess. She was almost unrecognizable!

"Vernon, Vernon!" She screeched. "He's alive, he's breathing! Oh thank the Lord, he's awake!" 

Thin arms held him tight against her frame, squeezing him like a vice till he coughed. Had she been worried? What sort of Twilight Zone had he slipped into?! 

Harry felt his emotions churning, pressure building up in his chest. His parents were dead, he had a strange not-dream, and now Aunt Petunia was acting out of character. Overwhelmed, the small toddler began to cry. 

"Hush, little one, hush. Your Auntie has you and you are safe. You won't be hurt ever again." 

The shrewd voice of Aunt Petunia was confusing. Why was she so kind? Why did she care? What was going on?! 

Harry closed his eyes and fell into a troubled sleep, brow still furrowed as Petunia rocked him in her arms and lap. Whatever strange happening this was, he would have to wait and worry about it later. 

Mind spinning, little Harry Potter slid into sleep with tears on his lashes.

Harry Potter is the Master of Death. Unable to pass on after death, he is instead reincarnated eight hundred and ninety-one times. It turns out, dying is the easier part. Living? That's the hard bit. 

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I generally get out a chapter every weekend, though occasionally sooner. Sometimes I already have a draft started the next day, adding to it throughout the week. 
This will have weekly chapters!

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I do not own Harry Potter. This is a work of fanbased fiction, and is not intended to be of anything but amusement with zero monetary value. 
Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling and Warner Brothers and co.

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