Hello Witches, Wizards and Muggles,

You’re going to read a fin fiction story of Harry Potter, J. K. Rowling’s story.

Before reading this 2nd part you can read my first story. If you’re so interested in reading my 2nd story. That’s great. I’ll write the short and sweet Prologue from which you can know the story of Part 1.

I assure you that this story have the essence of Harry Potter but you can expect a quite different story here.

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Anything can be bound. Anything can be sealed. Anything can be restricted. Only time will tell how long these will last. A rewrite from my original Book 1 of the Gamer Series.

This is also on Fanfiction.net, same name and everything. The author is the same, but with Web novel limiting the word count, so I had to make it similar to my fanfic's username. 

Warning: Bad grammar, English not my first language. 

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AND DONE! The 4th of July, 2020 is when this fanfic is completed!

'where am i'
an obvious question we asks when we are lost
but
i never asked it myself
i know i never belonged here
i lived in fear
i was weak 
i struggled
yet i am here died in a pathetic way
saving someone even i donot know

fuck...i donot even know who i saved
no one ever helped me
so why the hell did i have to dye saving other
LAST BUT NOT LEAST,
WHAT IS WITH THIS STEREOTIPCAL REBIRTH PLOT WHITE ROOM

well that what i was thinking looking at the doll in front of me

'you have lived a pathetic life 
so you are given a chance of rebirth 
please wisely choose 3 wishes'  says doll

'any wish'

'as long as not overkill'

man this is crazy 
3 wish 
hmmmmm....
'1.i want to be reborn in harry potter world
 2.i want highest OP magic talent ever
 3.make me scion of rich family

i always wanted to be part of harry potter 
since harry reminds me lot of myself when i was young
as for scion .....i WANT TO BE RICH...

light of different colors started to surruond me 
i felt weak 
like never before
and my conscience starts to fade...

NO GUTS
NO GLORY
NO LEGEND
NO STORY


story of a loser 
and his unwavering will.....

Chapter 1

He Drowns in Margaritas

The magazine cover was nothing less than sexy. A boy was lying on his back with his shirt halfway unbuttoned. His blonde tresses were falling elegantly over his gray eyes as he gazed at the camera through his lashes with a taunting stare.

"Draco," Lucius grimaced at the magazine cover. "This is a bit too revealing, is it not?"

Draco looked at his father as if to say, "Are you kidding?"

Narcissa took the magazine from her husband and looked at it approvingly, "I think it's beautiful."

"I know, Mum," Draco leaned forward and gave his mother a quick kiss on the cheek, then he turned to his father and gazed at him questioningly. "What's wrong with it? It's the best photo shoot I've done."

"If you believe "your best" is gallivanting around and posing as a male prostitute, then by all means, continue," Lucius said icily.

"Lucius!" Narcissa snapped.

"And bear in mind that as your father, I too, am in the eye of the Wizard media," Lucius continued. "I am well-respected and in order for it to stay that way, you must clean up your act, Draco. And no, this is not only about that magazine cover," he said before Draco even opened his mouth. "Reports in the Daily Prophet say that you have been running the town with a great deal of girls. You are dubbed as a party animal. And I will have no son of mine looked down upon!"

"Honestly, Father," Draco rolled his eyes and chuckled. "Nobody looks down upon me. You know that."

"Don't roll your eyes, Draco. It's most unbecoming."

Draco sighed and slumped down against his chair. He squinted his eyes into a glare and focused on the floor.

"Love, don't frown like that," Narcissa reached out and smoothed her son's hair. "You'll get wrinkles at such a young age."

"I hardly think I'll get wrinkles at eighteen," Draco said.

"And that adds on to the hope that my son will stop with this modeling nonsense," Lucius cut in. "And maybe he will take on a more prominent role."

His wife gave him a reproving look and said sharply, "Let him be."

Lucius crossed his arms and murmured softly, "You spoil him, Narcissa."

Draco shifted his gaze from his mother to his father and then focused his eyes on the clock. He suddenly stood up, "I'm going out."

"It's ten thirty, Draco!" Narcissa whipped her head around.

"It's Friday, Mother."

"Let the boy go," Lucius changed his tone. "Let him make his rounds. And if he does not behave, it will be reported in the Daily Prophet. And if there is such a report, he may look forward to a wonderful punishment. Are we clear, son?"

"Crystal," Draco said briskly. "Good evening." He turned on his heel and walked out the door.

Blaise downed his martini in one huge gulp and then slammed his glass on the table. "Keep 'em comin'!"
Draco glanced around at the onlookers and waved at them politely, "Nothing to see here, people," he muttered under his breath. "Blaise, will you quiet down a bit?"

"Quiet— where's that— hic— Pansy Parkinson— did you hear?" Blaise slurred his words. "We— hic— broke up— she— broke up with— hic—me!"

"Yes, you told me that at least fourteen times," Draco said soothingly. "There are other women— Why, look! There's a pair of good-looking ones over there."

Blaise slowly turned to look over his shoulder. He paused then grimaced, "They look like— hic— mountain trolls."

Draco sighed and shook his head, "Really, Blaise. You're a mess, you know that? Clean up, come on," he reached over with a napkin and dabbed at his friend's face. "There you go. Almost as handsome as me."

Blaise looked at him with bloodshot eyes, then slumped over the table and fell asleep. Draco watched him with surprise wondering if it was even possible to fall asleep as quickly as that. He was just about to feel lonely at the lack of a companion when suddenly, into the room, came the last person he wanted to run into. Harry Potter… and company. Although it had been a year since they graduated from Hogwarts, the animosity was still present.

Draco bent over his drink a bit, thinking that if he drooped down, they wouldn't notice him. Unfortunately…

"That cover spread was absolutely gorgeous," Hermione Granger was smiling down at him. "Best one you did. I bought it."

"Thank you," Draco answered awkwardly. He was on good terms with Hermione seeing as though she had been the one who recommended him to the modeling agency. "And I see you're doing well. You should be a model yourself."

Hermione blushed and was about to respond but didn't, as she caught the look on Ron Weasley's face.

"Weasley. Potter," Draco said with forced politeness. "Hope you two are… well."

"We're quite well," Ron said snappily. "And I see that you and Zabini—" he cast a quick glance at the sleeping Blaise, "— are doing quite well yourselves."

"Got knocked out from the alcohol, did he?" Harry Potter asked in a snobbish sort of way.

"It really is none of your business, Potter. But if you must know," Draco began in a cool voice. "Pansy and Blaise went their separate ways. And I'm afraid to say that my comrade here has drunk himself into a deep depression which resulted in… slumber. I'm sure you understand the wonders of alcohol. Need I remind you of that unfortunate accident you and I had a while back—"

"I understand very well, thank you," Harry's lips parted into a sly smile. "During that time, it didn't seem quite unfortunate on your part."

"Ah," Draco returned the smile. "The tabloids had a field day."

"Will the pair of you shut up?" Ron shifted around uncomfortably. "I thought we all agreed to never speak of that… brief act of accidental homosexuality."

"The cause of margaritas," Draco nodded. "Quite accidental indeed. I apologize Weasley, for having brought up that event which haunts your dreams. I expect you wouldn't like seeing your best mate in some entangling position with me— and yes, that had a double meaning."

"Disgusting. We didn't go that far," Harry muttered. "And I am quite straight the last time I checked— Hello." He greeted a girl who tugged on his shirt sleeve for an autograph. The girl in turn looked to Draco and let out a shriek. Then she insisted on having a photo with both Draco and Harry.

"Will you please put your arms around one another?" the girl asked pleadingly.

"No," Harry answered briskly.

"Oh come now, Potter," Draco smirked. "With the many things we've done, I'm sure a hug isn't so terrible."

"It was just a kiss," Harry muttered through clenched teeth.

"Yes, doll," Draco grinned at the girl. "I'll put my arms around this brunette bombshell of mine— Please smile at the camera, Potter. Don't frown, you look like bloody murder."

Harry reluctantly put on a fake grin as Draco threw back his blonde hair and flashed a brilliant smile at the camera. The sight of two handsome men almost made the poor girl faint as she had to be escorted from the club by four of her friends. When she left, Harry whipped his head towards Draco.

"It was only a kiss, why are you making such a big fuss over it?"

"My dear boy," Draco shook his head. "Do you know how I love to see my own face in the paper, no matter the content being good or bad? And sharing a kiss with my equally famous rival, Harry Potter, is enough for my picture to remain in the papers for at least a month."

"Ugh," Harry grimaced. "You conceited bastard."

"Ho hum," Draco said in a bored voice. "I'm conceited though I'm no bastard. Now if you'll excuse me…" he stood up and slung Blaise's arm over his shoulder. "I'll take my friend home before we fall asleep here."

Harry looked as if he was having a mental war in his brain, "You've been drinking too, right? I'll drive the both of you home."

"Very gentleman-like of you, Potty," Draco chuckled. "I could kiss you all over again."

"Please. Don't."

"Who was that in the driveway, son?" Narcissa was sitting at the coffee table as Draco walked in the front door. He pulled a chair beside his mother and collapsed on it.
"Tis Harry Potter," he answered with a slight drowsiness to his voice. "Took me and Blaise home. We packed on the margaritas tonight, is why."

"Draco, you know how your father feels about you hanging about with that boy," Narcissa said in a snappish tone. "And I feel the same way as well. He is nothing but trouble with all his talk about the mixing of Muggle blood with that of ours. And to add on to that, I did not particularly like that report in the Daily Prophet last month about your little drunken escapade."

"Old news, Mother," Draco said tiredly. "Don't fret your pretty head either, because I have no interest in him as a friend— or as a gentleman lover," he added as he saw the look on his mother's face. "I vow to only have drunken escapades with women and I vow to only have purebloods as friends. And Harry Potter does not fit either category. Have I made you happy, Mother?"

"No," Narcissa answered promptly. "First of all, you shouldn't be drinking at this age. I should put a leash on you. And second of all, I do not want you to have these… how you say… "drunken escapades" with anybody. It's dirty and displeasing. And third of all… Please make sure your father doesn't find out who drove you home."

"If you keep it a secret, then so shall I," Draco stood up and proceeded to walk up to his bedroom. "I'll see you in the morning, Mother."

"DRACO!" Lucius's angry voice rang up the stairs and straight into his son's room. "YOU COME DOWN HERE THIS INSTANT!"
Draco opened his eyes groggily as he woke up to his father's shouts. Ignoring them, he rolled over to his side and attempted to go back to sleep.

"GET UP!" Lucius barged through the bedroom door. "Get up, you insolent boy!"

"Darling, don't…" Narcissa trailed helplessly behind her husband. "Please, he did not—"

Lucius threw down a rolled up Daily Prophet on Draco's bed, "Front page. Take a look."

Draco lazily sat up and opened the newspaper. The headline read Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter: Rivals or Lovers? And underneath was a photograph of Draco and Harry in the car, Draco was leaning over and giving Harry what looked like to be a kiss.

"Explain that," Lucius was red in the face. "Surely you and Potter did not get excessively drunk and decide to have another… exploration."

"Blaise and I had a few martinis. Blaise passed out and I was in no condition to drive," Draco explained. "So Mr. Potter here, being the do-gooder that he is, volunteered to drive us home."

"And the kiss?" Lucius hissed violently.

"It looks like a kiss, doesn't it?" Draco examined the picture with amusement. "I was merely flicking a bug from his hair— Father, I don't like men…I like women. Honestly, you really don't have to worry about my sexuality; I have my priorities straight in that department."

"I certainly hope so," Lucius said darkly. "And to clear up your name, you must mingle with respectable pureblood witches. None of that riffraff you've been taking about town."

"And you expect me to attend one of your— lovely parties," Draco said as a statement.

"Ah, you've read my mind," Lucius nodded. "Since you do not know how to clean up your act yourself, I shall do it for you. Get dressed."

"Father," Draco said with a bit of a whine as he collapsed back on his bed. "I'll have a sallow complexion if I don't get enough sleep. And as a renowned model, I must pay careful attention to my looks…"

"And as my son, you must pay attention to your life— as you might lose it if I lose my temper…"

Draco, recognizing defeat, rolled off his bed and reluctantly got dressed.

A blind date.
Draco couldn't believe it. His father set him up on a blind date.

"Father, I don't quite love you right now," Draco hissed through the corner of his mouth.

"She is a beautiful and respectable witch, I can assure you," Lucius said confidently. He looked up and smiled, "Ah, and here she comes accompanied by her mother— Draco, stand and greet them."

Draco stood up, though unwillingly, but kept his eyes downcast.

"Madame Eleanora Frivola, a pleasure it is to see you again," Lucius took the woman's hand politely and kissed it. "And how is your husband, Galen Frivola?"

"Galen is doing quite well indeed, thank you," Madame Eleanora answered, smiling. "And your wife, Narcissa?"

"In great health," he said. "She is looking younger everyday. Now we must proceed with this appointment."

"Indeed!" Madame Eleanora said exuberantly. "Allow me to present my daughter, Victoria Rose Frivola."

This time, Draco raised his eyes just in time to see and take in the features of the girl. She wasn't bad looking at all. But he wasn't interested in the least bit.

"And this is my son—" Lucius began, but Draco took a step forward.

"Malfoy," he grinned, taking Victoria's hand and brushing his lips against it. "Draco Malfoy." To be honest, Draco had no intention of even courting this girl the old fashioned gentlemanly way. He was more looking into seducing and eventually bedding her.

"Hello Draco," Victoria fluttered her eyelashes a bit.

Tsk, tsk… she only likes me because I'm famous… "Please have a seat— oh, allow me…" he pulled a chair for her and put on a huge fake grin.

Lucius seemed pleased with the way his son was acting, "Very good, Draco." He whispered.

If you only knew, Father. If you only knew…Draco smiled pleasantly. If all goes well, I'll probably just wriggle her skirt off…

Next, they engaged in rather boring conversation. Lucius drawled on about how his son was accepted into Hogwarts, placed in the House of Slytherin, appointed House Prefect, and how he became the Seeker on the Quidditch team. Okay, so that part of the conversation wasn't so boring. Draco loved hearing about himself.

"But wouldn't these two just make a lovely pairing?" Madame Eleanora beamed.

"Charming," Lucius said briskly. "Now what do you think, Draco… Draco?"

Draco wasn't paying attention. Why, oh why did Harry Potter have to walk in this restaurant during such an important meeting? That Scarhead always seemed to be everywhere these days. But right now, Draco would've preferred to be with Harry and his friends rather than the present company. Oh how he envied the way Harry, Ron, and Hermione were joking and laughing with each other. And here he was… stuck in what suspiciously seemed like a marriage arrangement.

"And when shall we set the wedding date?" asked Madame Eleanora as her daughter blushed violently

So it was a marriage arrangement!

"Excuse me? Wedding?" Draco sputtered. He sharply turned his neck to look at his father, "Wedding, Father?"

"It's a good and respectable pairing," Lucius said firmly. "Marriage will hold you down and put a halt to your party antics. And it will boost your name to marry into such a fine family as this one."

"Father—"

"Do not talk back."

"I don't know her—"

"It's not a request, Draco. It's an order."

Draco was getting frantic. He didn't want to get married. He didn't want a chain around his neck. He had to think of something… fast. That was when the stupidest idea dawned upon him.

"Harry! Darling! What a surprise!" Draco stood up and walked towards the table as he grabbed Harry's hand and pulled him in for a hug. "I didn't know we were going to be in the same restaurant! Why didn't you call me, you big silly man?"

Harry seemed to be frozen as he looked at Draco with his mouth hanging slightly open. Ron looked straight-out scared and Hermione looked a little confused.

"Well, aren't you going to give me a kiss?" Draco pouted a little.

"No—" Harry was about to say but Draco abruptly cut him off.

"Silly boy, always joking around— Come here," he yanked Harry's collar and pulled him into a big open-mouthed kiss.

Madame Eleanora shrieked and dropped her wine which crashed to the floor. Victoria let out a scandalized scream as she raised her hands to her mouth.

"WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?" Lucius roared as he got to his feet.

"Father, I possibly cannot marry Victoria— not when I'm in love with Harry!" Draco said dramatically.

"This is an outrage!" Madame Eleanora abruptly stood up. "You are making a mockery of me, Lucius!"

"I assure you, Madame, that this is some sort of joke— I surely hope so, on my son's part!" he threw a very dark look towards Draco. "Please stay seated, we shall work this out."

"Nothing to work out, Father," Draco sighed heavily. "I've been hiding it from you, I have."

"You're crazy!" Harry shouted, wrenching his hand away from Draco. "I don't know what you're trying to do—"

"I'm trying to save us, love!" Draco said with utmost sincerity. "I can't bear to keep our relationship under the covers… even though that's where it is at its best, if you catch my drift…"

"I've heard enough," Madame Eleanora grabbed her daughter's hand as they both stomped off. "Good day, Mr. Malfoy."

Lucius looked as if he were ready to strangle everyone in the room. Funny thing is he didn't say a word. To Draco's surprise, his father just swept by him silently and walked out of the restaurant.

"That went well," Draco said simply. Then he turned to a dumbstruck Harry, Ron, and Hermione. "Very good acting on my part, wasn't it?"

Harry looked at him wide eyed, "What the hell, Malfoy!"

"Oh… the kiss? Oh I'm sorry. I believe it was the margaritas again," Draco said sympathetically.

"Margaritas my ass," Ron muttered.

"Oh fine, Weasley, you nosy brat, if you must know…" Draco drawled. "I was suppose to marry that mountain-troll-of-a-girl and I had to get out of it. I didn't have any ideas so I decided to pull a 'Hey, I'm gay!' act. Even though it's not true— Don't look at me like that. I was desperate. I wasn't even thinking."

"Daddy didn't look so happy," Ron snorted.

"Of course not," Draco rolled his eyes. "Now I must go back home and explain everything. Good day."

Harry got a knock on his door.
It was Draco. He was carrying many suitcases.

"Father kicked me out," he said monotonously. "Told me he had no room for a gay son and that since you are my "lover" I should go live with you. Tried to tell him that it was only a little joke but I didn't get the chance. He threw these suitcases at me and locked the door."

Harry stood there, trying to take in all the information.

"Well, move aside Potter."

Harry took a step back, still trying to process all he had heard.

"I really do hope he remembered to pack my blow dryer. I can't live without it."

And that is how Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy became roommates.

william corvus dies and reincarnates with the magical system to help leads him to become the strongest magician

Harry Has Been Beaten For The Last Time, He Has Been Enabled A Power By His Parents Blessings And Now Has Them Helping Him Along The Way.
He Can Now Use Powers Randomly Selected From Other Worlds.

[Game Start!]

(I dont own any pictures or Harry Potter, I will probably use some other fanfiction Ideas bc I'm unoriginal.)

(Also Note: This Is Heavily Based Off Of Other Harry Potter fan fictions I Think Are
 Good So Call me a copy if you want I will just say that it's TRUE)

(Also Also Note: This May be Based off Other Fanfictions But It Has My Own Twist on it at points soooooo Yea F Off)

The rays of the morning sun slowly approaching the sleeping figure of a young child, nestled in a blanket as he face furrowed. Perspiration's heavy as he turned when suddenly "AAAH!!" His scream reverberated through the house.

 His breathing as quick as his head snapping to take in every corner of his surrounding, slowly his breathing calmed down 'its just a dream, it's just a dream'. Words he repeated in his mind as he remembered the last moments of his previous life. 

 Tears threatened to pour down his face as he remembers all that he left behind, the wife that he doesn't remember, the parents and friends all but blurry faces, nameless.

 Hurried footsteps could be heard as Matthew cane rushing down the stairs "what's wrong?!", blazing into the lounge with a cricket bat he scanned his surroundings looking for a threat. Clearly just woken up as his bed hair and pyjamas were scruffy, and seeing no further threats he focuses on the child in front of him "are you ok?", Harry nods "it was just a nightmare... a realistic nightmare" his voice sounding tired, with a weight way too much for one his age.

 "Do you want to talk about it?" Matthew asks, genuine concern in his voice but Harry declines "it's alright, I'll be fine". Matthew finally sits down in the same seat he took the previous night, "seems like you've woken up the entire neighbourhood you did" a chuckle escapes him, this proved slightly infectious as Harry scoffs but a trace of a smile on his lips. 

 "They were up anyway" "it's 6:30am, not sure who's up at this time" but Harry shrugs and lays back down with an arm over his eyes. "If you want to talk about anything I'm here" Matthew turns back towards the stairs barely catching the nod of the child. 

~ 

The hours roll by as we find both individuals sat by the kitchen table eating a traditional English breakfast, "don't you have work or something?" Harry asks as it's already passed 9:00am. A yawn was his reply as Matthew drinks his juice "I'm a lecturer, and today being Thursday I don't have to be in till 1:00pm as I've only got 2 seminars" 

 Harry nods then focuses on his meal again, "what are you going to do today?" The question causes Harry to pause, while he's like to go to Diagon Alley he also felt like there was no need to rush "do you think I could stay in for a while? Just so I can think a bit more" the last part said in barely a whisper that Matthew barely caught. 

 "Hmm I'll have work in a bit and there's not much for you to do around here, I don't have any children's books for.." "I don't need children's books!" Harry snapped slightly irked by Matthews comment. Matthew stared wide eyed for a bit "oookaaay, kids these days, what are you going to do? Watch tv all day?" 

 Harry calms down a bit "sorry about that, but no I plan on reading a bit" "hmm I don't think I have any books for your level in this house, maybe some novels?" Harry shrugs "don't worry about it, I'll find something to keep me preoccupied" then the duo carried on with their meal, the occasional light topics here and there.

 Hours went by and as it was time for Matthew to head to the university, "there's food in the fridge, can you cook?" Harry nods but mutters "what type of adult asks a 6 year old to cook for himself, at least cook something and leave it in the fridge for me to eat later" but Matthew couldn't hear him as he was heading to his car. "I'll see you around 6:00pm, don't burn the house down" "don't worry I won't", he watched as Matthew drove off.

 "Alright I can't be sulking anymore, let's see what books I can find around here!" He started exploring the house, and while Matthew doesn't have a study he does have a section where he stirs his books and other random junk. "Let's see what we have here hmmm 'The Nature of Mathematics and the Mathematics of Nature', forgot he was a maths lecturer urgh, flaws" there was a vibration however this was only in his mind.

[Flaw 1. Description of biophysics using the mathematical formula x4....] a list of 59 flaws appeared in his mind "yeahhh I'm not looking through all that". For the next hour 'flaws' could be hear repeatedly throughout the house as Harry went through every room he could an every book he could find that had a book in it, most of it was mathematical based theories. 

"Hmm he doesn't have as many books as I thought he would, but beggars can't be choosers." A sigh escapes him as he closes his eyes, once again stepping into the library he notices the books floating around the dome. 'Compile' suddenly all of the books rushed into the dome and after a few seconds a single book materialises from the dome towards him. 'Flaws' following that a list of 9 flaws appear, "still not enough enough books at create a perfect mathematical book, and the other books are on random topics. Aah and I don't even have a change of clothes to go out with" 

He was frustrated as there wasn't much he could think of to do at the moment, "maybe I could work on my Occlumency" like that hours passed as he tried and failed to clear his mind, with references from fiction not helping so he just gave up as sitting still wasn't that good for his body.

 In a moment of inspiration he suddenly remembered something he could try, "is there any free house elves that would like to bond with me?!" His clear voice said into the air, he waited in anticipation but after a minute nothing happened, he tried it again for the next 5 minutes but yet again, nothing. 

 "Am I doing something wrong?" He then had an idea, closing his eyes he focused on the feeling of his energy, trying hard to direct it towards his mouth as his entire concentration was required for it. After a few minutes of trying he managed to direct a bit of it to his lips and he repeated his question "is there any free house elves that would like to bond with me?!" 

 Suddenly he heard 2 pops that startled him before he turned around and saw 2 creatures 'ok they do look ugly in person' but he brushed that thought away as they looked at him with wide eyes. The one on the left was the first to speak "did yous call for us free elves?" Harry nodded "yes I did, I was looking for free elves to bond with me, what are your names?" They eyes widened as they heard what he said then suddenly became energetic "this ones Tuny" "and this ones Twinky".

 "Great my name is Harry Potter and..." he didn't get to finish his sentence as he was interrupted "Aaah the great Harry Potter has called Tuny/Twinky, is an honour sir!" They went on for a minute rambling about how it was an honour while he watched getting annoyed "thank you!" Cutting then off from their shouting "yes I'm Harry Potter, I'm looking for a house elf to bond with, will I be able to with one of you?" "YES!" 

 A sigh escaped him "so how do we go about this?"  "All yous needs is to put your hand on our head and think of bonding, we'll do the rest" the smiles on their face could have made the Joker proud, "rightttt and thinking of bonding entails?" "Ooh something like I want you to be my house elf, see easy", not sure if it was that easy he tried it on Twinky. 

 While concentrating he feels a connection with her? Opening his eyes she greets him "Twinky greets the great young master Harry Potter", he repeats the process with Tuny and as previously he felt a connection with the house elves. 

 "Now that that's sorted, I need you to get me some clothes, I don't care where you get it from, just make sure it fits me." As soon as he said that the both popped away, not even a minute later there was an assortment of garments on his floor as his 2 eager house elves waited for his next order.

A random soul following a fatal accident awakens in the fictional world of Harry Potter, with no recollection of his identity or familiar faces, how will he overcome the trials and tribulations he is to face while wearing the body of a recently deceased Harry Potter.

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Plot: An impossible child, born of Human and Denizen, trained by Heaven's Flame, pulled into the world of Greek Myths in time to save a man hating Goddess. How will Harry Potter, son of Transformation affect the future of the world? Answer to Whitetigerwolfs Monstrous Challenge. Includes a cross with Shakugan no Shana
Crossover: HP x PJ
Pairing: HPxZoe

Chapter 1

"Lily, are you sure this will work?" asked James as he stood opposite his naked wife in the ritual circle.

"I'm sure James," said Lily, "The Ritual will work. Trust me."

James sighed and nodded, before stepping forwards into the circle, causing it to light up. As he did, he failed to notice that his foot smudged out one of the lines of a rune.

As the Ritual began and the couple engaged in their act, the magic of the circle reached out, searching for the essence of an Immortal as it was supposed to. However, the smudged rune had altered the magic slightly so, rather than seeking out a Godly being, it sought out the closest immortal being to the couple. The being it found was one that, by most accounts, wasn't something that belonged in this world. The magic locked on and latched onto his aura, drawing on his power to power the ritual and grant the wishes of the Potters. As the energy entered the circle, the white light changed to a mix of muddy violet and a pale blue, not that either Potter noticed as they were completely lost in one another.

A few weeks later, Lily came bursting into the dining room early in the morning, leaping onto her husband's lap, knocking him and his chair to the floor and kissing him hard.

"James, it worked!" she said as she pulled back, "The ritual worked! I'm pregnant!"

"No, please I beg you, not Harry, take me instead!" pleaded Lily as the pale snake like form of Voldemort approached her child's crib. The self styled Dark Lord didn't even pause, just flicked his wand and unleashing the green light that snuffed out lives with a touch, sending the woman crumpling to the ground, before turning his wand on the child in the crib.

Little Harry stood in his crib, holding onto the bars and looking up at the Dark Lord through wide, innocent eyes. Those eyes were strange, stranger than any Voldemort had ever seen. They were comprised of two rings around the pupil, the inner ring being the same emerald green as his mother while the outer ring was an unusual shade of purple. The two rings were separated by a thin band of pale blue. The contrasting colours gave the young boy an extremely eerie look, especially as his eyes practically glowed.

The twisted man raised his wand, the tip glowing green, pointing it directly between the child's multi colored eyes.

"And so ends the one who would defeat me," whispered Voldemort, "Avada Kedavra."

The green light shot towards the child, striking it in the middle of his forehead, knocking him onto his back. Voldemort gave a thin smile and turned away from the crib. Before he could leave though, a sound made him freeze in place. A child's cry. The Dark Lord turned around to see little Harry Potter laying on his back, thrashing his little arms and crying his eyes out as blood leaked from the scar that now marred his forehead. Voldemort turned back to the crib and once more raised his wand, intending to try again. Before he could cast the spell however, Harry let out a scream and unleashed a massive blast of green and purple energy that destroyed the nursery and Voldemort.

Six Years Later

Seven year old Harry Potter coward away from his uncle as the walrus of a man rained down punches on his small body, roaring, shouting and insulting the small boy. The huge man had just come home from work, drunk as a skunk and in a rage, having just been sacked from work. As soon as he came through the door, he had flung open the door of the cupboard under the stairs, where Harry slept, pulled the small boy out and began to wail on him, shouting about how it was all the boys fault he had been sacked.

For Harry this wasnt that unusual unfortunately as the fat man always blamed anything that went wrong on him and often took out his frustrations on him, joined more often than not by his pig of a son. However, the abusive man always stopped his beatings once Harry started bleeding or something broke. This time though, the man was far past reason and kept on beating the boy, even after his bones broke and blood began to paint the walls of the room. Harry did his best to protect his head from the onslaught, but he knew that there was a strong possibility he wouldn't survive this. He could already feel his consciousness begin to fade.

At first the boy welcomed the approaching oblivion as it would be an escape from his hell of a life, but as his vision began to fade, the fear of death that all living things hold began to surface.

"I don't want to die," thought the boy, "Not like this."

The boy looked up at his uncle through his darkening vision and saw the hatred in his eyes, regarding the boy as nothing more than an ant to be crushed. That realization sparked something deep within the boys very being, that part inherited from the being that provided his essence to conceive the boy. That part refused to accept a lowly human regarding him like that, like an insect. It was Vernon who was the insect and he would be crushed.

Vernon turned away from the boy and grabbed the aluminium bat that was leaning against the wall, turning and bringing it down on the boys head. However, rather than a small boys fragile skull, the bat slammed into something much larger and harder and shattered into a thousand pieces. Vernon didn't notice however, his entire attention now locked onto the monster that had replaced his nephew.

The creature had the body of a massive lion with black fur, marked by white stripes. Its paws were that of a bird, tipped with gleaming golden talons, while its tail was that of a black lizard and a pair of huge, dark purple leathery wings leaped from its shoulder blades. In the center of the creatures forehead was a long, curved, serrated horn and its mouth was filled with pure white teeth. The only thing that remained of the small boy it used to be was its purple, green and blue eyes.

The creature drew its lips back from its teeth and a deep, rumbling growl echoed from its massive chest. Vernon whimpered in response and vacated his bowels and bladder. The Chimera raised a paw and unsheathed his claws with a quiet *shnik*.

A few hours later, Petunia Dursley returned home. She opened the door and entered the house, moving into the kitchen to put her groceries away. As she was doing so, her nose caught the scent of excrement and urine. She scowled at the thought of such disgusting things in her house and immediately moved to find the source. She followed her nose to the door of the sitting room. She opened the door and froze at the sight that greeted her. The formerly pristine room was completely covered in blood and the furniture was all completely destroyed, seemingly cut to pieces or smashed with feathers everywhere. The window was shattered, allowing the feathers from the destroied couch cushions to dance in the wind. In the middle of the room was the corpse of her husband, covered in blood and seemingly half eaten. Petunias scream could be heard from the other end of the street.

The perpetrator of both the damage and the killing of the Vernon was already miles away, having left through the window as soon as he had finished with the fat man, his wings carrying him faster than most planes could manage. Harry touched down in a field miles away from Surrey, his Chimera form dissolving into purple and green energy as he did so. As soon as the animalistic form vanished, the boy was hit by the full implication of what he had done and he fell to his knees and heaved, vomiting partially digested Vernon Dursley onto the ground. While he was in that other form, his human side had been suppressed by the animalistic instincts of the Chimera and that had driven him to consume a part of his Uncle's body.

The boy got to his feet and staggered to the edge of the field and clambered over the fence, falling down the other side to land in a puddle with a splash. The boy let out a groan of pain as his battered body let him know that, despite the fact that transforming had healed most of his injuries, a few of them were still present and the ache from the recently healed ones was still there. Harry lay where he had fallen, not caring about the wet that was seeping into his baggy cloths. As he lay there, he became aware that his vision was fading again, the beating, his transformation and the healing of his wounds all getting to him and draining the last of his strength. Just before he blacked out completely, he saw a pair of booted feet stop in front of him.

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Snape had only been this happy once before and that was when he met one Lily Evans, she was the light in his world and he woykd have done anything she wanted as long as he could see her smile and make her happy, unfortunately she chose James Potter his arch enemy if you would and yet he didn't hate him no, he was jealous of the man and why wouldn't he be Lily was his heavan and earth and no matter what choice she made he'd always love her. He decided to take Harry into his care with Dumbledore told him that his only living relatives the muggles named Dursley had put him into adopted services and just couldn't let Harry live his life with strangers while the wizarding world knew all about him. Eventually Snape came to love the boy like his own son and couldn't bear to part with him at all and was waiting for the day that he called him dad, four years on and there hadn't been a hint of the word and as much as this made him feel bad he accepted it, he never kept a secret form Harry, in fact when he was old enough to understand what it meant he told Harry everything, his parents dying, the fact his aunt never wanted him and the fame he had for sometji ghe should never remember and finally that he was adopted.

Snape couldn't help it when Harry called him father and he read the letter he burst into tears and grabbed Harry into the tightest higvhr could without hurting him, he held Harry for what seemed like forever but was only ten minutes as he cried and Harry acted like a little adult patting him on the back and rubbing is hair saying 'there, there father'. It toom awhile but Snape finally calmed down and had a relaxed fave for all of ten minutes before he stood up abruptly and ran to the kitchen, the sounds of a surprised house elf apparating away and pot and pans being banged together happened for almost an hour as Harry sat on the couch in complete confusion.

"Harry, close your eyes" Snape called from the kitchen, he sounded like an excited child and so Harry did as he was told he sat right where he was told and closed his eyes confused as to what was happening. There was silence and darkness before he Snape told him to open them, when he opened his eyes the table of the kitchen was covered in a lavish meal, most of which were Harry's favourites, from garlic chicken with asparagus all the way to his all time favourite bertie botts surprise ice cream.

"wow" Harry exclaimed seeing all the food drooling  slightly "wit but it's your birthday father why is this all my favourites" as hungry as this food made Harry he still knew how to behave and Harry was as he'd heard before from an Asian guest at hogwarts a filial son.

Snape looked down at Harry with what could have been claimed as the smile that could break record's, it was from ear to ear and it was a smile Harry never would have seen in his past life. "that my son is because you have mad me happiest man in the world, so eat up because first thing in the morning we have to got to the ministry to fill in the name change forms, unless you were joking" Snape did to Harry with fake pain in his eyes. Harry was close to tears at this point thinking he'd hurt snapes feelings.

Harry started to scoof the food down barely even trying to chew the food he was putting in his mouth, he started to speak but of chicken flying out his mouth "no I meant it, I really meant it please don't hate me" Harry was even closer to tears at this point even with the gamers mind these emotions were getting through l, Harry with a passing thought cane to the conclusion that gamers mind only acted when the emotion was detrimental to him.

"Ding"

'Due to understanding the gamers mind host gains +1 to intelligence'

Harry barely even registered the notification as he finished the food his father had cooked him, then he grab Snape, no his father and hugged him tight and sobbed "please don't leave me father" Snape grabbed Harry in an equally tight hug soothing him and promised never to leave him no matter what. A hour later harey fell asleep in his father's arms, Snape picked him up and put him into bed and made sure to get the house elf to wake him up at seven in the morning before going to bed himself a smile on his face as he slept.

As asked the house elf who's name if you wondered was mindy woke Snape up as asked and In turn he woke up Harry up. They got ready together brushing there teeth at the same time and Snape chose what he thought was Harry's best robes for the day before they got the floo to the ministry of magic, Snape was more excited than Harry as he mor eorbless dragged him to the family registration area of the ministry. 

They were seen to within the hour as Snape was a well known professor at hogwarts. "Bring some family registration forms as soon  as you can please" Snape asked the clerk barely taking a breath as he spoke, seeing Snape excitedly asking for the forms the clerk went to get them immediately only taking almost an hour due to regulations and an ten minute argument with an intern about which papers were needed. After receiving the papers Snape and Harry filled them in as quickly and as neatly as to excited people do and have them rushed through the customs of the wizarding world. Just after an hour the forms had all been field in and it was official Potter was now Snape and they were happy and now they were a real family. 

Snape had put Harry to bed by eight pm after spending the day bonding, Snape invited of professor's Dumbledore and McGonagall and has a few drinks in celebration and with Dumbledores permission Snape coyod now teach Harry potions and as the potion master of hogwarts he was the best you could get, they celebrated for a few hours before they all fell asleep. 

Harry woke up three hours later thirsty and decided to go get a drink of juice, he saw his father with two others he didn't recognise all asleep with glasses of juice in front of them, not wanting to wake the up he lifted his father's glass of juice and downed the whole thing, within second his fave was red and a few more seconds after that he was screaming in pain, it wasn't juice at all but fire whiskey.

[Name: Harry James Potter Snape 
Job:Toddler
Hp:160/160
Mp:0/0
Str:3    Vit:3   Dex:3
Mag:0  Int:46  Luk: 22]

'Harry James Potter the boy who lived survived a killing curse from Lord Voldemort though losing his parents beforehand, he has been given the Gamers power and a second chance by Gaia to save himself, his friends and the wizarding world'

'Skills: Enhanced Memories

Having watched countless versions of the boy who lived go through loss, torture and ultimately death 'Gaia' decided to give him the gifts of The Gamer... So pay attention and see what he will do, who he will love and who he will fight to protect them for he is Harry Potter.

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