Rebooted as "Harry Potter Transmigration"


An 18 years old boy has just finished reading what he found as the most annoying series of books ever: the Harry Potter Series. There were two reasons for his annoyance with the series.

One: our MC was also named Harry Potter and he was greatly teased by it.

Two: the main characters in the books were seriously underdeveloped.

"I mean come on, an average guy defeats the most powerful evil wizard alive? Who are you kidding?"

P.S. I do not own Harry Potter. This is purely fan-fiction.

An OC 8th year Harry Potter fanfic.

BL pairing Severus Snape / Harry Potter

What if Harry realized another truth about himself on Snape's deathbed? And what if he wasn't the only one with an epiphany?

*multiple character survivals including Snape and Fred

Stefan and the girls were with all of the students in the Great Hall, about to have breakfast, but the food and the plates were not ready, every student wonder if there has been a problem since the breakfast has never had problems. 
"There are announces that all of you must hear" said a powerful voice coming from the middle of the professor's table, where every student saw Dumbledore standing while pointing with his wand at his throat to amplify his voice. 
"This year it's going to be a little bit special as you have noticed the day of the sorting ceremony, we have an issue with a student, Draco Malfoy please, come here." said Dumbledore while signaling at a blonde student who was beside Snape who as always had a gloomy face.
"Draco Malfoy, is going to be changed from Gryffindor to Slytherin" said Dumbledore with a calm voice.
All the students got a surprised face as they started to talk, and some students started saying "I want a change too, I don't belong to Hufflepuff, Yes I want a change too, Me too, And Me"
"Silence" said Dumbledore while amplifying his voice and making all the students to shut up, but still, they didn't have a nice face.
"We're going to give all the first years another chance at another sorting ceremony, but just to the ones that really think they belong to another house, but this sorting ceremony will be private and the method will change, if you want to proceed to attempt the change there will be a box in your common rooms, put your name inside and that will be it, you will be call for the private ceremony shortly after, now that the announcement has been done, let's have breakfast" said Dumbledore as he clapped his hands and plates, cups and dishes started to appear on the tables.
Draco started to walk to the Slytherin table where he was received by everyone with cheers, well almost everyone as Stefan and the girls just ignored him and started to eat.
"Morningstar, I want my bedroom to be clean and tidy for tonight" said Draco as he passed near Stefan.
Stefan just kept eating as he ignored him, all the girls watched him eating calmly but they knew it was just the calm before the storm.
"Where is Hermione?" said Mary with a curious voice.
Daphne looked at the Gryffindor table and saw her "She is in Gryffindor table, huh, she is with the Weasley boy, and with Potter"
Stefan just lifted his head and saw Hermione talking with Weasley and Potter, with a happy face, he looked at her for a moment and then kept eating normally. 
Hermione felt the stare of someone as she turned her head and saw Stefan looking at her for a moment, and then Stefan just started eating normally.
She had mixed emotions, yesterday after saying goodbye to Stefan, she went to the Gryffindor common room, and there she met with Ron and Harry, Ron apologized to her for saying those things to her, and as they were doing homework she decided to help them a little by telling them which books they have to read to do the homework, and they started talking till night, as it passed the night Hermione was about to go to the Slytherin table but Harry and Ron invited her to sit with them, after hesitating a moment she joined them and rejoiced for finally having someone to talk in Gryffindor.
And finally after she sat down, she heard the announcement of being able to change of house, as she was thinking that maybe she could make the effort to change of House, she heard Ron saying that changing from house could be considered a stain in someone honor and that he was sure that Gryffindor was the best house as Dumbledore was in Gryffindor.
"Hermione do you know which class we have after breakfast?" said Harry while looking at her.
"Yeah, we have flying classes with Slytherin" said Hermione absentmindedly.
"Great now I will look like an idiot in front of Draco and Stefan" said Harry while sighing.
The Slytherins were the first to arrive, there were twenty old broomsticks lying in neat lines on the ground. The Gryffindor's came soon after. 
Their teacher, Madam Hooch, arrived. She had short, gray hair, and yellow eyes like a hawk.
"Well, what are you all waiting for?" she barked. "Everyone stand by a broomstick. Come on, hurry up."
"Stick out your right hand over your broom," called Madam Hooch at the front, "and say 'Up!"'
"UP" everyone shouted.
From the Slytherin's side, Stefan's, Mary's, Draco's broom jumped into their hands at once. 
On Gryffindor's side, other than Harry whose broom jumped to his hand on the first try, the remaining were struggling to get the broom to come up in their hand.
After everyone got their broom. Madam Hooch then showed them, how to mount their brooms without sliding off the end, and walked up and down the rows correcting their grips. Madam Hooch corrected Stefan's and Mary's posture since it was a little off even though it's their first time gripping a broom, and Draco's posture was totally wrong and Madame Hooch told him that he seems he has never touched a broom in his life. 
Now, when I blow my whistle, you kick off from the ground, hard," said Madam Hooch. "Keep your brooms steady, rise a few feet, and then come straight back down by leaning forward slightly. On my whistle -- three -- two --"
But Neville, nervous and jumpy and frightened of being left on the ground, pushed off hard before the whistle had touched Madam Hooch's lips.
"Come back, boy!" she shouted, but Neville was rising straight up like a cork shot out of a bottle -- twelve feet -- twenty feet. Everyone saw his scared white face look down at the ground falling away.
Everyone saw Neville gasp, slip sideways off the broom and -- WHAM -- a thud and a nasty crack and Neville laid face down on the grass in a heap. His broomstick was still rising higher and higher and started to drift lazily toward the forbidden forest and out of sight.
Madam Hooch was bending over Neville, her face as white as his. "Broken wrist," Everyone heard her mutter. "Come on, boy -- it's all right, up you get.".
She turned to the rest of the class.
"None of you is to move while I take this boy to the hospital wing! You leave those brooms where they are or you'll be out of Hogwarts before you can say 'Quidditch.' Come on, dear."
Neville, his face tear-streaked, clutching his wrist, hobbled off with Madam Hooch, who had her arm around him.
Suddenly the same scene as in the movie started to play and Stefan watched with an amused face, Draco said while laughing"Did you see his face, the great lump?"
"Shut up, Draco," snapped Parvati Patil.
"Ooh, sticking up for Longbottom?" said Pansy Parkinson "Never thought you'd like fat little crybabies, Parvati."
Mary who saw a crystal ball in the floor went and picked it up while looking at it with curiosity in her face. 
"Give that back, Morningstar" Suddenly Ron's voice came. Stefan looked at Mary who was looking at the Remembrall 
The whole ground was quiet as they knew she was together with Stefan. 
"I was just picking it up, I'm planning to give it to Neville later" said Mary while smiling, all the boys got stunned as they saw her smile. 
"Lies." Ron raised his voice, "Don't think, I don't know about you Slytherins, you probably want to steal it."
"Weasley watch your mouth, no one talks to Mary like that" said Stefan as he stopped watching over, and started walking with Daphne and Tracey following him a step behind, while everyone stayed quiet, at least for the side of Slytherin as they knew Stefan crushed Zabini a few days ago, even Malfoy didn't say anything as he remembered the day at the train where he, Crabbe and Goyle got the short end of the stick. 
Hermione came in front of them with an anxious face and said "Stefan just hand me the remembrall, I will give to Neville later, and let's stop this."
"Hermione, they have been treating you badly and been ignoring you, while we have been your friends, and now you will let Weasley talk to Mary like that, saying she is a thief" said Daphne with an annoyed face. 
While Stefan didn't say anything and just ignored Hermione
"I..." as Hermione didn't know what to say, Ron took a step forward and said "She does not need to be friends with Slytherin's" 
"Apologize to Mary, Weasley, now" said Stefan as he looked with his silver eyes at Ron, who got intimidated and took a step back. 
The Gryffindors took a step, as and looked at Stefan with intimidated gazes, Stefan just ignored them and kept looking at Ron.
"I'm sorry..." said Ron as he got red while apologizing.
Stefan turned around, and started walking to the place he was before this mess happened, with Mary and the girls following him, the Slytherins students opened up to let him and the girls passed, as they started walking, there was a voice that said "give back the remembrall"
Stefan turned his head and saw Potter taking a step forward while extending his hand to Mary.
"Like I said, I'm going to give it back to Neville after the class, don't worry" said Mary while smiling stunning Potter for a moment, till he noticed they started walking away again, and said "Give it back"
Stefan started to get annoyed and suddenly he remembered the movie, he smiled as he turned around while taking the remembrall from the hand of Mary who got surprised. Everyone saw as Stefan got closer to Mary and whisper something to her, and then she started to smiled brightly.
"Potter you want the ball back right?, what about a competition...?" said Stefan while looking at Potter with a smile on his face.
"What kind of competition...?" said Potter with a cautious face.
"Simple, we don't know how to use the broom, I'm going to throw the ball up in the air the one who caught it, wins" said Stefan.
Everyone got interested as they heard the idea, while Hermione said "If Madame Hooch comes and sees you, you might get expelled didn't you hear?, stop this please"
Stefan just ignored her, as he looked at Potter who was hesitating and said "The Great Harry Potter will let the remembrall to be stolen in front of his eyes?"
Potter got angry as he heard that and said "Ok, let's play" said Harry as he took a broom from the floor, as he turned around saw Mary smiling at him with a broom on he hand.
"Thought you were going to be the player Stefan, scared?" said Potter with a sneer on his face. 
"Scared to play against a girl Potter?, hahaha" said Mary while laughing, charming all the boys there. 
Stefan came between the two of them and threw the ball high up in the air as he took his wand and hit it with a spell that made it get more higher.
Mary and Potter stated to fly away at high speed in direction of the remembrall which got to its higher point it could and started descending at high speed, everyone saw as Mary had the advantage by a small margin, but that margin could decide the winner, as Mary was about to grab the ball Potter shamelessly was about to tackle the tail of her broom, but Mary saw that and dodged him, making the remembrall kept descending at higher speed, Mary laughed as she descended while making a backflip in her broom and rapidly chased after the ball while Potter lost time making the turn, and as he finally got to make the turn he saw Mary with the ball on her hand.
Mary did a wonderful landing, and all the Slytherins started cheering her, Stefan walked to her and nodded at her with a smile on his face, while Daphne and Tracey were complementing Mary.
"HARRY POTTER!" "MARY MORNINGSTAR"
Suddenly, Professor McGonagall came rushing toward them. Harry's leg was trembling to see McGonagall and Mary had a calm face as she just smiled as if she was not the one shouted at.
"Never -- in all my time at Hogwarts --"
Professor McGonagall was almost speechless with shock, and her glasses flashed furiously, "-- how dare you both -- you could have broken your neck --"
"It wasn't his fault, Professor --"
"Be quiet, Miss Patil
"Enough!" Professor McGonagall said "Potter, you and Mr. Weasley come with me and Ms. Morningstar and Mr. Morningstar please wait here awhile, I will come here with your house head, Professor Snape. He will decide both of your punishment."
McGonagall left with Potter and Weasley, and a few moments after Snape come to the grounds while looking coldly at Mary and Stefan, who just kept calm.
"Both of you, come with me"
Stefan and Mary followed Snape to his office, as they got there Snape asked them about the issue in the flying grounds, and Mary started talking while Stefan stood there with a bored expression on his face, but he remembered something and looked at Mary for a moment with a gleam in his eyes. 
"Prof. Snape I have information that you should know, Potter is going to be the seeker of Gryffindor" said Stefan with a calm face. 
"That's impossible first years can't play Quidditch" said Snape immediately. 
"That's the case indeed, but Prof. McGonagall saw Potter skills on the broom, and you didn't saw her eyes, they were shining as she has found a piece of gold, but Prof. Snape, Mary beat Potter in the incident, you can make her our seeker... that's if you have no problem with it, If Potter is allowed to play, you will need an ace for the Slytherin Quidditch Team, and that Ace can be Mary" said Stefan with a calm face as he looked at Snape for a moment and felt he was trying to use Legilimens on him, so he let him use Legilimens on him as he showed him an altered memory of McGonagall looking at Potter with worshipping eyes, after showing him that he broke visual contact with Snape and pretended that nothing happened.
Snape's eyes got colder as he saw the memory of McGonagall worshipping eyes, and remembered certain jackass with incredible flying skills with the broom.
"I'm going to investigate this, if Potter is allowed to play, she will play too, leave" said Snape as he waved his hand at them. 
Stefan and Mary left the office of Snape, while Mary was smiling brightly at Stefan while saying "Thank You, Young Master, that was really fun, but I don't want to play... if I have to be the seeker I will have to go to practice and as your maid I can't leave you alone" said Mary while looking at Stefan with thankful eyes.
"There will be no problem with that, I will fix that issue later, send a message to Emma, tell her to buy you a Nimbus 2000, you will need it"

The darkness from Supernatural travels to Harry Potter world, the MC is not a "good" MC, if you're looking for a good MC, don't even bother to read the novel, thanks. 
This fanfic contains themes like rape, sex, gore, violence, etc.

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Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any official series that will be mention in this fan fic, this is just a fan-fiction, and I do not own the cover art either.

''I think, it is only now that we have lost everything, that we are truly free to do anything." States Irena before leaving.
''What was that about?'' Asks Harry Edward, looking confused.
With a mysterious smile on his face, Edward says, knowing what Irena ment. ''Who can ever fully understand any woman? Definitely not me?... Aaaanyway... how is it going with my sister?''
''Hermione?...'' Asks Harry confused, before remembering prebiously hugging her. Stammering embarrassed he says. ''... N-n-nothing. We are just friends, n-n-nothing else! Yes, we hugged, but...''
''Really?...'' Asks Edward in a fake inquisitive sounding voice befor changing his voice back to normal. ''... You two look cute together and... Hermione has told me all about your adventures over the years. You should invite her to the Yune Ball, before I can't stop Krum anymore and have to ask her out myself.''
''I...'' Is all Harry is able to say anything, Edward interrups him mid sentence.
''Wanna see my fiance slay a dragon?'' He a Harry, while drawing his wand.
Irritated by Edwards eccentric mood swings, Harry says. ''But we aren't supposed to know how the other's did their challange.''
Winking the former Allfather tells him. ''Yeah, we also weren't supposed to know about the dragons. Relax my young friend. I can a sure you, you will not be able to replicate what Irena is about to do.''
Thst said, he conjures wordlessly up a bubble, that shows Irena walking into the rocky arena through a half hidden tunnel. The moment she leaves the magically protected tunnel entrance, Irena is dogging out of the way of a burst of blue flames.
The moment she is outside of the burst immediate range, the former Queen of Valkyries instantly sprints forward, using rock formations throughout the arena. While moving from rock to rock, she casts one powerful spell after another, that unluckily all get repellent by the Arctic Blizzards diamond or crystal shaped scales.
''This is insane! Is she trying to get herself killed?'' Edward hears Harry, who is sitting next to him comment, while looking at the sphere in front of them.
''No, she isn't...'' Tells Odin his young friend with a sly smile. Zooming in on Irena's enraged and determined face, he comments. ''... I guess she has decided to slay that dragon.''
In that exact moment as Edward says that, one can spot an agressive but valiant phantom like shape appear behind Irena, as she is trying yo get underneath her Arctic Blizzard.
-Phantom of Fólkvangr!- Thinks the former Allfather, as that phantom behind Irena comes into focus for inly a split second. But that split second is all Edward needs to recognise his own wifes former appearance is mirrored perfectly in that phantom.
In the split second Freya Vanir, Queen of the Valkyries appears behind Irena, the woman is  already beneth her dragon, slamming her wand in between two beautiful diamond shaped crystal scales and casting a spell.
The next momen, as the spell comes into effect, the phantom behind Irena is already gone, as she can be seen behind the dragon. Roaring a painful, tragic outcry, the dragon is already dying, as his scales all over his body are cracking and falling apart.
As the Arctic Blizzard stops breathing and Irena fetches her golden egg, Dumbledores voice booms a fourth time that day out of the loudspeakers, as the crowed goes ballistic. ''In an unbelifable performance of currage, valor and strengh, Miss Proudmore has slain the Arctic Blizzard. Now four of our champions have now faced or slain their dragons and so each one of them will proceed to the next task. And now our fifth champion Harry Potter will enter the arena to face of against the Hungarian Horntail.''
''Looks like I will be the last one...'' Says Edward cancelling his observation sphere spell, before he leads a still stunned Harry to the tent exit. Placing one hand on the boys shoulder, as he tells him. ''... Good luck and break a leg, not your own.''
The moment Potter has left the tent, Edward sits down on the recliner, previouly occupied by Irena, snatches a grape with chees, before casting an x-ray spell on his eyes to observe Harrys first challange.
From inside the tent, he can see the boy as he enters the rocky arena and the crowd cheering his name. Spotting the golden egg as it sits all alone in the middle of the arena, no dragon inside. Obviously deciding to make  a run for it, Harrys sprint ends abruptly, as the horntail suddenly appears from below. Forced to retreat he hides behind a rock just in time to dodge the dragon flames aiming for him. Pushed back by the flames impack on the stone alone, Harry tumbles and falls around the arena.
''Your wand harry! Your wand!'' Edward hears Hermione shout from above Harry.
''Acio broom!'' Potter shouts, summoning his broom. Doggeing a nother fireblast by the horntail, Harry jumps on his broom and flies off, the dragon attempting to give chase, but is hold back by a thick chain. Struggeling against his binding, the chain breaks in the end and the horntail bursts through the crowed, destroying a large chunck of ths arena, leaving everybody stunned.
As Harry is flying at high speed away from the arena and around the towers of Hogwart Castle, Edward is unable to keep eye contact with it. Closing his eyes, he starts to slow down his breathing. He does so up to the point, that it looks like he isn't even at all breathing any more. As his skin starts taking on a shade of white, blue vains suddenly become vidible all over his face, before a faint blue mist suddenly exits his body.
Free of all worlfly restraints, Edward shoots into the air and out of the tent like an incorporeal raven, all view no body. Raising through the air like that, Edward is able to follow after Harry, whom he is able to xatch up to, the moment the Horntail cuts the boy off and whips him off his broom in one motion. 
Falling of his broom the boy lands on the roof of one of the several towers, before tumbeling over the edge.  Hanging on for dear life, youmg Harry is able to spot his broom one roof below him.
Meanwhile the dragon has landed on a tower near by and is now claiming across the rooftops, strewing tiles everywhere he goes. 
Seeing the dragon comming closer to him, Harry let's go of the ledge he is holfing up until now, to on get the chance to reach for his broom. Nearly slamming the ball joint of his left arm out of it's socked by doing so, he grabs for his broom but it's stuck. 
By the time he finally jerks it loose, Harry is forced to let go of the roof   before the dragon tail swipes at him, destroying the roof he had been hanging on to just now. Falling a very long way, nearly hitting the ground, he regains control over his broom in the last possible moment and pulls it up wards. 
Seeing the boy desperately fly around the towers of Hogwarts once more, until he reaches an area with a massive stone bridge, Edward decides to lend Harry a hand. Raising his reinforced wand, the former Allfather casts a spell while maintaining his bird's eye view. Having his own version of a spirit, the 'Ether of Valhalla' active, Odin is able to not only eightfold casting, but also capable of casting spells over near infinite distances with a pinpoint accuracy.
Seeing Harry he fly through a gap in the bridge, Edward casts to sprlls simultaneously. One hitting the bridge, reinforcing it in an instant, the other hitting the Horntails neck, weakening it drastically. 
Still chaising after the boy, as these two spells hit their targets, the dragon crashes into the bridge head first, breaking it's neck instsntly upon impact, before its carcass falls out of the sky and into the water below.
Seeing the results of his actions, Odin suddenly fees someyhing not  entirely right. Cancelling his observation spell and the 'Ether of Valhalla', he is shocked to discover his reinforced wand showing several new deep cracks.
Just as Edward wants to study those cracks, a thunderous applause spreads through the arena, most likely because Potter had returned to the arena to lay claim his golden egg as Dumbledores voice once again booms through the arena.  ''In another unbelifable valiant showing of valor and skill Mr Potter has prevailed over the Hungarian Horntail. Now five of our champions have now faced or slain their respecyive dragons and so each one of them will proceed to the next task. And now our sixth and final champion Mr Granger will enter the arena to face a Greek Lightning.''

In an attempt to sourvive Ragnarok, the Allfather Odin and his two wives, the Asgardian Queen Frigg Aesir and the Valkyrie Queen Freya Vanir, have their soules transported into the Wizarding World.
Reawakened as Edward 'Odin' Granger, the former Allfather starts his life in the wizarding world, as do his wives that have been reincarnated as the Proudmore twins Sibilla and Irena. 
Only difference between him and them, he has only resently awakened his memories at the age of seventeen, whereas his queens had been born with them.
Attempting to reconnect with each other in the wizarding world, soon becomes their greatest challenge yet, as Odins hedonistic ways, destiny and the return of a certain Dark Lord get in their way of happiness...
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Chapter lengh: 1200~1400 words
Editing status: 0 (No editor and Grammary makes thinks worse in this case)
Release schedule: No idea (Writing these chapters is a ton of research...)
P.S. This story in the world of Harry Potter is based solely on the movies (using the books might infringe on J.K. Rollings copyrights) and starts with the Goblet of Fire story arch.

not my novel I uploaded it here so I can listen to it on the audiobook while I work

Ryan had never believed he would meet a boy he wanted to bully more than Draco Malfoy. Still, first-year Gryffindors only had Herbology with the Hufflepuffs, so they didn't have a chance to bully him too much it was only 3 times a week it was a blessing but also a curse to put up with Malfoy that much. But more time for bullying would soon be available, they spotted a notice pinned up in the Gryffindor common room that made Ryan tremble in fear. Flying lessons would be starting on Thursday -- all first year students would be learning together."Typical," said Harry darkly. "Just what I always wanted. To make a fool of myself on a broomstick in front of Malfoy." Harry didn't like Malfoy all that much also with his arrogant I'm better than everyone attitude and always bullying other smaller students somehow he still had his bodyguards around him most of the time maybe daddy spent a lot of money to hire them like proper flunkies.He had been looking forward to learning to fly more than anything else.
"You don't know that you'll make a fool of yourself and besides just look at Ryan," said Luna reasonably. Harry glanced over and noticed Ryan was visibly more pale and sweating slightly. "what's wrong with him is he sick?" "oh no" said Luna in her dreamy musical voice "he's deathly afraid of heights" Harry looked on in pity at the poor guy. "Anyway, I know Malfoy's always going on about how good he is at Quidditch, but I bet that's all talk." said Luna 
Malfoy certainly did talk about flying a lot. He complained loudly about first years never getting on the house Quidditch teams and told long, boastful stories that always seemed to end with him narrowly escaping Muggles in helicopters.Everyone from wizarding families talked about Quidditch constantly not everyone was excited about flying tho besides Ryan, Neville had never been on a broomstick in his life, because his grandmother had never let him near one. Privately, they felt she'd had good reason, because Neville managed to have an extraordinary number of accidents even with both feet on the ground.Hermione Granger was almost as nervous about flying as Neville was. Ryan knew the real reason was she also had a fear of heights and This was something you couldn't learn by heart out of a book -- not that she hadn't tried. At breakfast on Thursday she bored them all stupid with flying tips she'd gotten out of a library book called Quidditch Through the Ages. Neville was hanging on to her every word, desperate for anything that might help him hang on to his broomstick later, but everybody else was very pleased when Hermione's lecture was interrupted by the arrival of the mail.Harry hadn't had a single letter since Hagrid's note, something that Malfoy had been quick to notice, of course. Malfoy's eagle owl was always bringing him packages of sweets from home, which he opened gloatingly at the Hufflepuffs table.
A barn owl brought Neville a small package from his grandmother. He opened it excitedly and showed them a glass ball the size of a large marble, which seemed to be full of white smoke.
"It's a Remembrall!" he explained. "Gran knows I forget things -- this tells you if there's something you've forgotten to do. Look, you hold it tight like this and if it turns red -- oh... " His face fell, because the Remembrall had suddenly glowed scarlet, "... you've forgotten something..." Neville was trying to remember what he'd forgotten when Draco Malfoy, who was passing the Gryffindor table, snatched the Remembrall out of his hand. Professor McGonagall, who could spot trouble quicker than any teacher in the school, was there in a flash."Malfoy's got my Remembrall, Professor."
Scowling, Malfoy quickly dropped the Remembrall back on the table.
"Just looking," he said, and he sloped away with Crabbe and Goyle behind him.At three-thirty that afternoon, Luna, Harry ,Daphne, and the other Gryffindors hurried down the front steps onto the grounds for their first flying lesson Ryan was being slowly dragged by his hands with considerable force by Daphne and Luna as he cried anime tears and made excuses like he was sick and his dog died or he had a family emergency. None of them bought any of it. But then Ryan remembered something and he stopped acting like a baby and put on a proud smile and straightened his back walking confidently as they looked at him curiously.  It was a clear, breezy day, and the grass rippled under their feet as they marched down the sloping lawns toward a smooth, flat lawn on the opposite side of the grounds to the forbidden forest, whose trees were swaying darkly in the distance. There were twenty broomsticks lying in neat lines on the ground. Ryan had heard Fred and George Weasley complain about the school brooms, saying that some of them started to vibrate if you flew too high, or always flew slightly to the left. Deathtraps Ryan thought as he looked at them.Their teacher, Madam Hooch, arrived. She had short, gray hair, and yellow eyes like a hawk.
"Well, what are you all waiting for?" she barked. "Everyone stand by a broomstick. Come on, hurry up."
Ryan glanced down at his broom like it had just killed his entire family. It was old and some of the twigs stuck out at odd angles. "Stick out your right hand over your broom," called Madam Hooch at the front, "and say 'Up!'"
"UP" everyone shouted.
Harry's broom jumped into his hand at once, but it was one of the few that did. Hermione's had simply rolled over on the ground, and Neville's hadn't moved at all Ryan's had somehow smacked him right in the face and Luna and Daphne were giggling at him. Perhaps brooms, like horses, could tell when you were afraid, thought Harry; there was a quaver in Neville's voice that said only too clearly that he wanted to keep his feet on the ground and he remembered Ryan's antics. Madam Hooch then showed them how to mount their brooms without sliding off the end, and walked up and down the rows correcting their grips."Now, when I blow my whistle, you kick off from the ground, hard," said Madam Hooch. "Keep your brooms steady, rise a few feet, and then come straight back down by leaning forward slightly. On my whistle -- three -- two--"
But Neville, nervous and jumpy and frightened of being left on the ground, pushed off hard before the whistle had touched Madam Hooch's lips. Luna had distinctly heard Ryan whisper it's for the greater good before swiftly throwing his broom far away smacking Ron in the head with a quietly muttered "YEET." she didn't know what a Yeet was but she knew it would one day change the world. (A/N: SLANG DICTIONARY: Yeet is an exclamation of excitement, approval, surprise, or all-around energy, often as issued when doing a dance move or throwing something.)"Come back, boy!" Madam Hooch shouted, but Neville was rising straight up like a cork shot out of a bottle -- twelve feet -- twenty feet. they saw him gasp, slip sideways off the broom and --WHAM -- a thud and a nasty crack and Neville lay facedown on the grass in a heap. His broomstick was still rising higher and higher, and started to drift lazily toward the forbidden forest and out of sight. Madam Hooch was bending over Neville, her face as white as his.
"Broken wrist Come on, boy -- it's all right, up you get."
She turned to the rest of the class.
"None of you is to move while I take this boy to the hospital wing! You leave those brooms where they are or you'll be out of Hogwarts before you can say 'Quidditch.' Come on, dear."No sooner were they out of earshot than Malfoy burst into laughter.
"Did you see his face, the great lump?"
The others joined in.
"Look!" said Malfoy, darting forward and snatching something out of the grass. "It's that stupid thing Longbottom's gran sent him. "Give that here, Malfoy," said Harry quietly. Everyone stopped talking to watch.
Malfoy smiled nastily.
"I think I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find -- how about -- up a tree?"
"Give it here!" Harry yelled, but Malfoy had leapt onto his broomstick and taken off. 
Ryan sneakily took a bucket of popcorn out of his inventory and started to watch the show while Luna snuck some pieces from the side. this was a great changing point in the Harry Potter time line where Harry gets to make the Gryffindor team."Give it here!" Harry yelled, but Malfoy had leapt onto his broomstick and taken off. He hadn't been lying, he could fly well. Hovering level with the topmost branches of an oak he called, "Come and get it, Potter!"
Harry grabbed his broom.
"No!" shouted Hermione. "Madam Hooch told us not to move -- you'll get us all into trouble."
Harry ignored her. He mounted the broom and kicked hard against the ground and up, up he soaredHe turned his broomstick sharply to face Malfoy in midair. Malfoy looked stunned.
"Give it here," Harry called, "or I'll knock you off that broom!"
"Oh, yeah?" said Malfoy, trying to sneer, but looking worried.He leaned forward and grasped the broom tightly in both hands, and it shot toward Malfoy like a javelin. Malfoy only just got out of the way in time."Catch it if you can, then!" Malfoy shouted, and he threw the glass ball high into the air and streaked back toward the ground. Harry  leaned forward and pointed his broom handle down -- next second he was gathering speed in a steep dive, racing the ball he stretched out his hand -- a foot from the ground he caught it, just in time to pull his broom straight, and he toppled gently onto the grass with the Remembrall clutched safely in his fist."HARRY POTTER!"Professor McGonagall was running toward them. "Never -- in all my time at Hogwarts--"

Professor McGonagall was almost speechless with shock, and her glasses flashed furiously, "might have broken your neck--Potter, follow me, now."he left, walking numbly in Professor McGonagall's wake as she strode toward the castle.

Reincarnation? Wishes? A System? Magic? Harem? Pudding? This story has all of those. Multiverse travel, kingdom building, fan boy dreams come true in this wild story starting in the Harry Potter world. Instantly op character? nope. sharingan at the start? nope. shameless Mc? yep. shameless comedy? yep. NTR. nope. 

Just to let everyone know this is my first story English is my native language I planned 0 chapters in this whole book and I literally started writing it because I simple wanted to read it myself. It contains parts from bringing the farm to another world, shadow hack, and supreme Anime system. leave any advice you want I read all comments and try to take them into account.


(disclaimer I only own my characters I personally make) also there will be some grammar errors and some plot holes think of this as a rough draft I'm just winging it basically at this point lol doing well so far tho I plan to go back later to fix small things like speech and paragraphs sometimes I miss things. be gentle it's my first time.

Ever since Harry Potter has seen the Nimbus 2000, he has been working his brain overtime in order to seek a solution.

After the hundreds of trials going on within his mind, he has finally found a solution today!  He planned to do what the muggles would do.

Of couse he did not plan to steal from others, he had something more brilliant planned. He was going to scam others! 

Yes scamming, an act of taking advantage of compensation. In order for his plan to make its completion, he snuck over the Weasley's shop while the school was on break.

Buying a magical paint kit, he painted the golden letters of the Nimbus 2000 onto his crooked broom.

The words were slanted and not even straight, in fact the color was not even the gold of the actual brand. This did not matter though as the book he had found this solution from, stated that it does not matter what it is, but the circumstances that forces the scammed people to pay up.

As long as he gets a crowd and makes it dramatic, it should complete his plan. Smiling he quickly planned for the day.

...

The special day has arrived, and Harry stood at the corner of an well known pub in the magical shopping area.

His plan was to run parallel to the door, once he hears the chime ring, signalling that a person has exited. He shall dash and make his bow smack into the innocent, breaking the broom in half.

His plan was perfect, carrying every scenario well. His dream broom was about to become an reality...

A chime ringed in the air breaking his thoughts.

The door chimed! Rushing around the corner Harry swung his broom like a baseball bat into the unsuspecting fool.

BANG-

The broom hit its target and snapped in half. The loud noise attracted the attention of everyone, making them all stop their businesses and look at what was happening.

Harry seeing the scene was right casted a spell under the mutter of his breadth, in order to make him go flying into a nearby stack of wooden barrels.

His body flying, broke the barrels into splinters, spilling out the items within. The water inside spilled over his broom and him, making them drip.

"You piece of poo! You broke my Nimbus 2000! Compensate me! I can't afford to buy a spare one for your idiocy!"

The man who was knocked earlier stood up staring at Harry. He appeared to be a business man and was rubbing his hand at where he smacked him.

The man didn't bother to argue and just threw a small bag of money at him. He was a little surprised after seeing the scar on his head so he chsanhed what he originally wanted to dk. He only left after saying out his sentence.

"Even I heard you have been a trouble maker recently Harry Potter... I don't mind paying for your cheap broom, but I'm definately not paying for the Ninbus 2000 you forged. Stupid idiot look at the paint thats aready washed off, your banned from this street. Don't let my workers ever see you again here!"

Harry shamelessly collected the bag and ran away. He started to hate the Weasley's shop, it felt like everything he bought was a joke, making Harry look like a living walking dolt...

Used to be 'Harry Potter's Mischevious Shorts'; I removed the chapters as I didn't know you can't delete novels.

It was 3:20 in the afternoon. Ten minutes until the time most students in year one Gryffindor and Slytherin were either dreading or looking forward to.

Flying Class or, to be more exact, Broom Flight Class.

And to make matters worse, Draco hadn't calmed down from his morning rage yet!

Just having a look at his face, Casimir had already predicted that something bad was about to happen.

...

Broom flight class was taught by a lively professor with short grey hair and yellow eyes who was called Madam Hooch.

Like usual, the Gryffindors were slower than the Slytherins by quite a bit when arriving to lessons.

"Why do they always seem to insist on being late or almost late?" Theodore grumbled.

"There's quite a few mudbloods this year in that house. That's probably why." Draco snorted in disdain, glancing at one particular girl with messy hair.

Mm. Totally makes sense. Casimir rolled his eyes at Draco's obvious show of dislike for people with 'impure' heritage.

Casimir himself didn't quite understand the muggle-born wizards as well but, he didn't show it outwardly. To him, he and the majority of the muggle-borns can never see eye to eye since they always seem to complain about how unfair the treatment is for them when compared to the purebloods.

If Casimir were to be faced with such complaints by them, he would just retaliate by saying, 'If you hate it that much, then become powerful! So powerful that people will ignore your heritage and respect you for your own hard work!'.

Going back to the topic, the Gryffindors had finally arrived, officially starting their first joint flying class.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Go stand by a broom!" Madam Hooch instructed, motioning towards twenty brooms that were placed on the ground in two neat lines.

"Alright, now, stretch your arm out towards your broom and say 'up'." Madam Hooch passed by the center of the rows, inspecting each one of the students to see if they were doing it correctly.

"Up!" The students said at the same time. Well, most of them did. With years of experience in handling brooms, Casimir and Draco just had to will the brooms to fly up to the skies with their minds, let alone, have them fly to their hands.

 So, without any verbal commands, the both of them grasped their brooms, looking very experienced, receiving the praise of the professor.

Aside from them, Harry also grasped his broom on his first try, surprising many students since everyone knew that he had been raised by his muggle relatives and had no prior encounters with magic and brooms.

Soon after, when everyone had managed to grasp their brooms, the professor decided that it was about time they learned how to fly them. She then, began to teach them the correct posture on the broom and nodded to herself, satisfied after correcting the postures of many of the students.

Casimir and Draco had nothing to worry about though, already knowing exactly what to do. "At the sound of my whistle, you will launch yourselves on your brooms into the air."

Madam Hooch began counting down, preparing the students mentally. "One... Two..."

Suddenly, before she had even finished counting, Neville had suddenly flown off on his broom, surprising everyone.  "Come back, boy!" Madam Hooch shouted but, Neville just kept rising higher and higher into the air, his broom losing control and swerving all over the place. It was no surprise when he fell off soon enough.

Thud!

As soon as he fell, everyone heard a nasty crack. It was obvious that he had broken a bone somewhere. Casimir glanced at Draco and saw him smiling to himself. Well, as long as he's happy, I guess.

"Broken wrist." Madam Hooch muttered as she checked on Neville who was glancing around with a pained expression, seeming to be looking for something or someone. "Come on, boy. It's alright. Up you go."

"None of you are to move while I take this boy to the hospital wing! You leave those brooms where they are or you'll be out of Hogwarts before you can say 'Quidditch'. Come on, dear." Madam Hooch instructed severely as she left, supporting Neville.

"Did you see the look on his face?" Draco laughed loudly, obviously delighted by the retribution the boy got.

The other Slytherins joined him, laughing. Casimir just stood aside and watched, not stopping it nor, joining in. He just allowed Draco to do as he liked thinking that, sometimes, a person needs to express who they really are. Being repressed too much would do a person no good. Evil or not. And Draco, wasn't exactly a good person in the first place.

"Shut up, Malfoy." A Gryffindor girl snapped.

Oh? Someone actually had the guts to stand up to Draco? How brave... Or maybe stupid. Well, bravery and stupidity goes hand in hand so maybe both?

"Ooh, sticking up for Longbottom? Never thought you'd like fat little crybabies, Parvati." Pansy mocked with a sick smile on her face.

Suddenly, Casimir noticed a familiar ball near him on the grass, glinting when the sunlight hit it. Curious, he picked it up.

"Hey! Isn't that Longbottom's stupid ball?" Draco said, noticing him holding the remembrall. "Good job finding it, Marie!"

Damn. Now, I look like a bad guy!

"Give it back, Proulx!" Ron shouted.

"Don't give it to them, Marie. Let's just wait for Longbottom and give it to him...personally." Draco sneered at Ron.

"Give it back." This time, it was Harry who spoke, making everyone grow quiet and watch.

Casimir sighed to himself and walked towards Draco, tossing the remembrall up and down his hand. "How about this... We'll play a game, Malfoy against Potter. The one who wins will get the remembrall."

"That's a great idea!" Draco immediately agreed to Casimir's proposal while Harry looked a bit more hesitant.

"Alright. We'll be playing something called Seeker Match. Draco should be familiar with this already, right?" Casimir glanced at Draco.

"We've been playing this game for years, Marie!" Draco declared arrogantly.

"It's pretty simple. I'll throw the ball far away and, the first one to touch it, wins." Casimir said.

"That's not fair! You two have been playing this for years and Harry's only touched a broom today!" Ron shouted at them.

"What? Are you chickening out?" Draco taunted, accompany by the jeers of the other Slytherins, riding his broom and taking off into the skies, hovering in wait for Harry.

"Casimir-" Harry was about to say something when he was suddenly pulled by the collar.

"Just play along for a bit, Potter. Draco has had a bad day and I'm just giving him a chance to vent a little. If you do this, I'll owe you a favor. How about that? I'll stop you guys if it gets out of hand anyways." Casimir whispered to him hastily but, for the rest of the students there, they just thought he was threatening Harry.

Casimir then, hurriedly let go of Harry's collar when he was done and backed away, sending a look to Harry who just sighed and nodded. "Alright, I accept."

"Harry, wait! You can't possibly agree to this!" The messy haired girl said. "Yeah, Harry! Did he threaten you into doing this?" Ron asked, glaring at Casimir. "And you can't even fly a broom!" The girl added.

Harry just replied with a wry smile and rode his broom, following after Casimir who had taken off before him.

"Alright. Both of you are ready?" Casimir asked, gaining a nod from both. "Begin."

As soon as he said that, he threw the remembrall and both of them hastily chased after it, neither one gaining distance from the other.

They were going neck to neck and, from time to time, they would shove each other, trying to outbalance the other off of their brooms. They brushed past the walls of the castle and nearly bumped into them, almost crashing into the windows and brushing above trees.

Then, the ball began to descend and the both of them swooped down, too concentrated on catching the ball that they didn't realize how close they were to crashing to the ground.

Casimir then, began to feel as if an accident was about to happen so, following his instincts, he speeded off towards them on his broom, flying past like a blur and, right before they crashed into the ground, he had pulled the both of them off of their brooms by the collar of their robes, saving them from certain doom. Well, certain injuries, at least.

Unfortunately, the remembrall wasn't as lucky as them, shattering to pieces the moment it hit the ground.

Nobody had the time to regret about that though, as three professors had suddenly appeared on the ground below them.

"Harry Potter!" Professor McGonagall shouted. "Come with me."

"Malfoy, Proulx... In my office, now." Professor Snape grumbled.

When I said I wanted Snape's attention on me, I didn't want it to be like this! QAQ

And for some reason, Quirrell was also there, muttering about student safety and whatnot, getting constant warning glares from Snape.

It wasn't easy for Tachibana Ayami to become one of the top Assassins in the whole of Gretzheims. Unfortunately for her, just before she managed to finish her last mission, she was betrayed by her younger sister, the person she trusted the most.

She died, filled with regret. Yet, the next moment she opened her eyes, she realized, she had actually been reincarnated in a world of magic and wizardry! This time, she will make sure to create a legend of her own!

Except...

"Oof! There seems to be an extra package between my legs...

(May or may not have BL. Probably just intense bromance.)

*** Great Hall

Hermione.
Without sparing Quirrellmort another glance, Harry sprinted to the bathroom that he'd seen Hermione in.
He ran in, "Hermione, there's a troll in the castle, you need to get out of here!"
Hermione opened the door, sniffling with red eyes, "Harry, what are you doing in the girls' bathroom?"
"There's a troll loose in the castle, we have to go."
At that very moment, the acrid smell of troll filled their noses.
Harry cursed some not so polite words and rolled out of the troll's club's way.
He quickly formulated a plan.
Harry transfigured a wrecked toilet into a really bad humanoid-ish mess and depulso-d the mess into the opposite wall, the dumb creature looked the other way and started lumbering towards the humanoid toilet transfiguration.
Panting with the exertion from his previous 3rd year spells, with sweat rolling down his forehead, Harry levitated the troll's club and dropped it on the stupid creature's head.
The troll dropped dead, with a cracked skull.
Harry fell onto one knee from magical exertion, that transfiguration, while not extremely impressive had severely drained his core.
At that point, Snape, Dumbledore and McGonagall sprang into the room, Snape's wand already glowing with several dark curses, Dumbledore's already shooting a deep cutting curse.
The cutting curse flew over the fallen troll, and Snape managed to stop his spell in time to stop it from firing.
McGonagall was the first to notice the two kids, "Mr. Potter, Ms. Granger! What are you doing looking for the troll!"
Snape looked severely annoyed, mistaking Harry for James, "Obviously they were looking for the troll for the fame it would get them! 50 points from Gryffindor, each and a week of detention, with me."
McGonagall looked startled at the amount of punishment but stayed silent as she felt it was deserved, "Still, first years beating a mountain troll, you were really lucky. What do you have to say for yourself?"
Hermione opened her mouth to lie but Harry spoke first.
"Hermione was using the facilities when Professor Quirrell told us about the troll, I remembered she was in the toilet, when we passed this corridor, there were no professors to tell and I thought it would just be a minute and we could run and catch up, also the troll was said to be in the dungeons so why would we be in any danger, a mountain troll isn't supposed to be able to move from the dungeons to the 5th floor in a minute, so if we were looking for the troll, we wouldn't be here." Harry finished his explanation.
McGonagall listened and understood, "Very well, take 80 points to Gryffindor, so you've had only 10 taken each for being in the wrong place at the wrong time, 15 points to Gryffindor for good luck in handling the troll situation. You will not serve the detentions with Professor Snape either, as they were given in… bad judgement, she looked sternly at Snape.
Harry looked a little contrite and scared, like he was supposed to, and nodded and thanked their Professor.

*** Later

Hermione was looking at Harry with awe, she had resigned herself to the 100 points and detentions but instead they had got off with only losing 5 points and no detention.
"You had the Professors wrapped around your finger, Harry! How did you manage that, you basically just bent the truth a little and got us out of all punishment." Hermione said excitedly.
Harry smiled, "You don't have to lie to get out of trouble, you just have to say the right things."
From under James Potter's invisibility cloak, Dumbledore smiled in amusement, slightly impressed at Harry's fast-talking skills.

*** Later

Harry had gained a level of infamy that he hadn't wanted from the troll incident. He was really annoyed by the claps on the back from the Gryffindors, as he walked to his first flying class.
Hermione was really nervous at the idea of flying because it couldn't be learned from books, Harry's influence had given her some confidence outside of her books, but flying was way out of her comfort zone.
"I'm not sure I can do this, I mean, I've read all about it but reading isn't everything so I have no idea what will happen, I calculated how much push you need to have but I'm not sure I can pull it off!" Hermione started to babble.
"Calm down Hermione, you can do this." Harry said, speaking more calmly than he felt, he too was kinda scared about how he would do at flying, he knew his father was the Captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team in his day, but he wasn't sure that he wanted to put all his trust in his Potter genes.
"Stand over your brooms, stick out your hands and say 'UP!"." Barked Madam Hooch, the flying teacher, whose only job seemed to be taking first year flying lessons, all 2 of them, and officiating all the Quidditch matches, all 6 of them, all in all, she was a really busy teacher, Harry thought sarcastically.
He put out his hand, he had read that confidence was key, "Up." He said calmly, trying to make himself believe that the broom was definitely going to come up to his hand.
It did, Harry was one of the few people who managed to make their broom rise, Hermione's barely budged next to him.
"Believe it will come up, that's was does it." Harry whispered.
Hermione gritted her teeth and tried to believe, before she even started to say 'up', the broom shot into her hand, Harry grinned.
After another minute of that, in which about a fourth of the class had gotten their brooms, Hooch sighed, and just let them pick up the brooms.
"Mount your brooms and let me judge your stance."
She did, correcting several muggle-borns, and Draco Malfoy.
"You may now gently kick off and hover a few feet off the ground." Hooch gently coached.
Neville Longbottom, a chubby pureblood started hyperventilating, his broom starting to rise faster and faster before flipping and dropping Neville off his broom, Hooch seemed shocked and stuck to the place.
Harry thought fast and cast his best cushioning charm under Neville, who still landed with a painful "OOMPH!"
Hooch went up to Neville, noticed his broken arm and started to take him up to the Hospital wing.
"And not a single broom off the ground, or you'll be out of this school before you can say 'Quidditch'." She warned.
After Hooch had gone, Malfoy picked up a glass ball that Neville had dropped.
"Oh look, Longbottom's remembrall." Malfoy sneered, "Let me hide this somewhere for him to find." Draco made to mount his broom.
"Wow, I didn't know you and Neville were such pals, what with playing hide and seek with personal property." Harry commented casually.
"I'm not friends with that blood traitor!" Drack screeched, as a large part of the class, including some Slytherins started to snicker.
"Well then, I'm sure you'll be happy to return his possession as formal pureblood culture requires." Harry stated, effectively cutting off Draco's legs, as he couldn't publicly break pureblood tradition.
Finally, he grunted and threw the ball at Harry, who caught it, before it fell, and pocketed it.
"Please return Heir Longbottom's possession on my behalf, Heir Potter." Malfoy said gruffly.
Harry nodded, "It will be done, Heir Malfoy."
After 15 minutes of waiting, in which Hermione started quizzing him on pureblood traditions, Hooch returned with a perfectly sorted Neville.
"Now, we may continue our flying class." Hooch said sternly.
They hovered, then started moving and doing laps of the court, Harry was a natural at flying and within minutes, he was doing loop-de-loops and out-flying everyone by much, Hooch was extremely excited by his natural skills.
After that, she made them work with Quaffles, and try and shoot them at hoops, which Harry did reasonably well, and definitely better than most of his peers, though he couldn't get enough power behind most of his shots to out-shoot a halfway decent chaser, after that she had them work with beater's bats, which Harry could barely hold, and he could see her disappointment, as she surveyed his lack of skill as a beater. Then she had them try to block shots, which he excelled at, moving fast and flipping to block shots, he out-flied all his peers in keeping.
Finally, she had them chase tennis balls that she threw through the air, and finally, his true potential was shown, as he far outflew his peers, zigzagging and catching all 10 of his balls that he had thrown his way, the second best was Draco Malfoy's 4.
Hooch went off for a moment and came back with McGonagall, who was the head of Gryffindor.
"Potter, come with me." McGonagall said.

*** Outside Quirrell's classroom

"Professor, may I borrow Wood for a second?" McGonagall asked.
'Oliver Wood, captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, in his OWL year.' Harry thought curiously.
"I have found you your new seeker!" McGonagall said proudly.
Wood's eyes widened and a manic smile spread across his face.
"Practise, today, 8:00"
*** 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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