harry potter writing contest is not bad but ass hole web site is trying to charge double for reading translated chapters for every month so yes .... 

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everyone reading this is a bitch including me ..............

A man pulled into the multiverse by a cosmic being, and made into the physical form of his Skyrim character.

Sent into a crossover universe of Harry Potter and the MCU, follow along as the newly formed Breton tries to gain the power to break free of the cosmic being.

*Disclaimer*
I do not own the rights to MCU, Harry Potter, or Skyrim. I own nothing.

Winter Solstice Wizengamot, 21/12/1981

???: Do you, Sirius Orion Black plead innocent?
S.O.B: I swear on my life and magic that I, Sirius Orion Black was not the secret keeper for the locations of Potter Cottage and Longbottom Manor and did not attack 20 Muggles and did not kill Peter Pettigrew.
???: So you are saying that Peter Pettigrew is still alive, then tell us why we only found a Finger from him and could not find him nearby.
S.B.: He transformed into his Rat-Animagus after cutting-off 1 of his fingers and escaped afterwards.
???: Can somebody confirm that he is a Rat Animagus?
S.B.: Yes, it can be confirmed by my old Transfiguration professor Minerva Mcgonagall and by my friends James Charlus Potter, Lily Potter nee Evans and Remus Lupin. Can we finish the interrogation I'm hungry. 
???: Yes of course Mr Black. The ones which are for dropping all charges against raise their wands. […] Congratulations Mr Black your charges have been dropped and are now a free man again. Let's continue with the next accused Death Eater…

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Potter Cottage, 22/12/1981

At the front door of the House where the Potters since the Birth of Harry live, stands Sirius Black and waits for the Door to open. "Sirius long time no see! Come in Lily takes care of Harry at the moment and should come down at any moment." "Ahh, James, I'm fine I think it has been about 4 months right?" "I think so too so what do you do nowadays?" "Did you actually forget that I was locked up for 1 Week and had to wait for my Trial, that you btw missed! Regardless now I am free again and kinda don't know what I should do." "Well, you could go and be an Auror again or try to form a serious Family with kids and all." Sirius diverted his eyes nervously before he could answer he got cut off when Lily came with Harry in her arms and said: "You could also be a Politician in the Wizengamot Sirius." "Lily! Nice to see you again you look as beautiful as ever and no thank you I don't really feel like I would be a good Politician."
„So are there so other news I missed?" asked Sirius, to which Lily responded: "Well except your story there is something else, but you have to wait for the Christmas party to hear it." Sirius could only groan in response or face the wrath of Lily if he is too nosy. But James didn't catch on that fast and asked: "Oh why not tell us now Lily Flower?" Lily says sweetly: "Sirius play with Harry a moment I need to discuss something with my husband ok?" Sirius took Harry fast and said to Harry:" Now is Playtime Prongslet" "Yeah!" replied Harry with a giggle. A few minutes late a pale looking James and sickly sweet smiling Lily came after them.

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Burrow, Weasley Ancestor Home, 24/12/1981

The last official Order of the Phoenix Meeting, almost all Order member and their families are there to celebrate Christmas, the End of the 'First English Bloodwar' and mourn the people who died for their cause. Molly Weasley volunteered to prepare the feast with the help of a few House-elves. At the moment all the guests are seated at the dining table and are chatting with each other and the kids playing with each other (A/N: no FBI sry) at least the boys, except for 1. He has short cut messy black Hair and piercing green eyes which practically emit intelligence and gets swooned over by almost all girls because he looked so cute. Lily interrupted the chatting „Can I get your attention everyone? Good, so I would like to announce that when James and I hid, I became pregnant again and gave birth to a pair of girls. The older of the 2 has the name Rose Lily Potter and the younger got the name, Athena Dorea Potter and we're born midnight 19th of August 1981." Clapping and shouts could be heard for 1min in which Remus promptly fell unconscious and earned howls of laughter from all people present. Before the chatting could continue Sirius nervously stepped in: "So eh... nice to know Lily, but I would like to announce that since 4 months I've been a father to a girl!" To this fell Remus who just regained consciousness and James unconscious and resulted in a few howls of laughter.

31st October the Longbottems got assaulted by Voldemort and leads to Nevilles Parents Death and makes him the 'boy-who-lived', Harry lives a comfortable and peaceful life with his family till his journey to Hogwarts commences.

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Disclaimer: I do not own the Potter-verse.

In the Wizarding quarters of Holyhead, flags of green and gold hung from the windows, large banners with embroidered, golden talons had been put up on the fences, and people had had been out since early that morning to celebrate the special day. Little children dressed in Quidditch robes were throwing Quaffles in the garden, waiting impatiently for the afternoon to come – some were even dressed up as mythological harpies, with feathers all over their bodies, leaving only their faces bare and untouched. Adults were singing and sharing bottles of butterbeer or cherry wine with their neighbours over the hedges, and three hours before the match would start, the people all lined up along the main street to cheer loudly as the seven Holyhead Harpies marched down the road on their way to the arena.

As for Ginny, she walked on light feet, with a fluttering sensation spreading throughout her body, all the way from her toes to her fingertips. Nearly a month had passed since her weekend with the national team, but she had had little time to think back to it, as her undivided attention had been needed for the league and the Holyhead Harpies, who, if they could only hold it together against the Caerphilly Cataphult that afternoon, would finish the Quidditch season as British-Irish champions.

It seemed as though half of Britain had come to watch the finale and were standing by the sidewalks of the main street as Ginny and her teammates passed them. A couple of braves kids jumped out to sneak a high five from their favourite players, and a group of middleaged men raised their bottles of Firewhisky at the girls as they walked past, making rather suggestive comments that made Gwenog Jones shoot looks of thorns in their direction. Ginny smiled and waved at Keeper Heather Perrington's new girlfriend before finally spotting her own family amongst the crowd. Her mum was crying and her dad waving enthusiastically, both of them dressed from top to toe in green and gold. George and Angelina, with her giant belly, sat on the grass in front of Bill and Fleur, who had come without the girls for once; Bill looked relaxed and slightly confused, as though he couldn't quite believe that he wouldn't have to worry about Victoire having a tantrum or Dominique getting lost or hurting herself for a whole afternoon. Percy and Audrey hadn't dressed in Holyhead Harpies' colours, but wore very proper outfits that, in Ginny's opinon, made them look like they were going to an important business meeting rather than a Quidditch game. Finally, there were Harry, Hermione, and Ron, who smiled brilliantly as Ginny passed them.

As the team disappeared down the street, their supporters slowly started moving towards the arena, and Bill reached down his hand behind his father to pull another redheaded man, who had been crouching behind Mr and Mrs Weasley, to his feet.

"She's gone now," he said, and the oldest of his younger brothers grinned at him.

"I can't believe she thinks I'm not coming to this game," Charlie said. "Doesn't she know what a dedicated fan I am?"

"Of the Chudley Cannons? Yes. As you may have noticed, though, this is the Holyhead Harpies versus the Caerphilly Catapults. Not that anyone would ever think that the Cannons would make it to the finale..."

As the two eldest of the Weasley siblings continued to bicker, their family started moving along with the crowd, heading for the Quidditch pitch and the premium seats that Ginny had managed to get for them. Ron purposely lingered behind, walking a tad slower than the rest of them, so that he and Hermione got a moment of privacy even surrounded by all those people.

"Are you sure you want to stay for the game?" he asked softly.

Hermione's jaws clenched as she answered: "Yes, Ron, I'm sure. I know that my mother died, but I've been sitting at home for weeks just thinking about her. I can't do that anymore."

"I know, it's just… you don't even like Quidditch."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Didn't I go to see you and Harry play every single match at Hogwarts anyway? I do like Ginny, and this could be one of the biggest moments in her career so far."

"Okay, okay," Ron said, holding up his hands in front of him. Then, perhaps as he noticed the tense look on his wife's face, and perhaps because his eyes had just flickered past Angelina, who was walking a few feet ahead of them, he leaned in closer to Hermione, and mumbled: "How huge is Angelina's belly now? Looks like the baby could pop out any second."

Hermione looked as though she wanted to roll her eyes again, but smiled instead as she linked her arm with his. "Don't say that to her face, Ron. You do know she's got months before the baby is due, right?"

As they climbed up the steps to their seats in the top row of the Harpies' bleacher, a voice sounded out throughout the stadium:

"Welcome all, to the last Quidditch game of the season! Today, competing for the British-Irish leage title, leading team Holyhead Harpies welcome the Caerpilly Catapults in a fatal showdown, and by the end of the day, we shall know which team is truly the best this year. Remember – the Harpies only have to lose by less than 260 points to win the league, leaving the Catapults with quite a challenge ahead of them this beautiful spring day…"

Ron, Hermione and all the Weasleys had just found their seats when a formation of Quidditch players swished into the arena – Hermione counted seven, and they were all dressed in striped robes of light green and scarlet red.

"Without further ado – it's the Caerpilly Catapults, ladies and gentlemen! Levering, Zollinger, Meller, Holzworth, Culbert, Northman… aaaaand Sinkfield! The fans will be happy to see that all three Chasers are back on their feet – or should I say broomsticks – after that nasty stomach bug that knocked them out for the past three games."

One of the Chasers, a blonde with what looked like warrior facial paint under her goggles, pretended to throw up over the shoulder of the Beater flying right next to her, making the crowd laugh and cheer as the Beater, apperently believing it had been real, nearly fell off his broom in his attempt to get away from her.

"Come on people, let's hear it for our own Holyhead Harpies! You know them, of course – Potter, Turkowski, Rosenberry, Jones, Beighley, Perrington… aaaaand Katzenberger!"

A mix of emotions rushed through Harry's body as he watched the seven players in green and gold enter the stadium. Ginny was hard to miss, with her long, red ponytail fluttering as she sped up her broom, catching up with her teammates and waving as the crowd cheered loudly. Down on the ground, the referee got ready to release the Golden Snitch and the Bludgers, and Harry felt his fingers itch; even six years later, it was still strange for him to sit on the bleachers during a Quidditch game, instead of being up in the air on his Firebolt.

As much as he missed it though (and as thrilled as he had felt when Ron had suggested they'd start an interdepartmental amateur Quidditch league at work) he was, above all, so happy for Ginny. He knew the number of hours she had spent in Holyhead every day, the way she never missed her long Saturday morning runs, or how stubbornly she refused a second slice of her mother's famous apple pie after Sunday roast at the Burrow.

"Referee Kurt Pearse throws the Quaffle into the air, and wow – did you see how quick she was? Rosenberry's got the Quaffle and she's flying straight towards Northman and Caerphilly's goal hoops. She passes to Turkowski, who looks for Potter, but Potter's being closely followed by two of the Caerphilly Catapults Chasers – they know who to look out for, that's for sure! Turkowski finds Rosenberry instead, and she shoots… What a save from Northman, who instantly passes the Quaffle on to Zollinger, Meller, back to Zollinger… and, ouch, Zollinger gets hit by a Bludger! I'll bet you Gwenog Jones is looking smug up there, she's too far away for me to be able to tell though. And look at that; Potter has broken free from her opponents, Rosenberry is all alone to her left and signalling for the Quaffle, but Potter holds onto it… and she scores! 10-0 for the Holyhead Harpies!"

Harry, along with most of the crowd, jumped from his seat to cheer, and couldn't help but grin at his mother-in-law's enthusiasm as she punched the air and shouted:

"That's right, sweetheart, you show them!"

The Quaffle was once again with the Caerphilly Chasers, and Harry lifted his head to watch the Seekers. They were both soaring around some feet higher than their teammates, their eyes roaming about in search for the Golden Snitch. He was too busy staring longingly at them to pay attention to the rest of the game, and realized only thanks to Ron's cussing that Caerphilly Catapults had evened the score.

"Turkowski's got the Quaffle again… and once again, Potter is surrounded by her opponents… The Quaffle goes to Rosenberry just as Potter breaks free, and Potter catches the Quaffle beautifully and – ouch! That's got to be a free throw!"

Harry grimaced as he watched the Caerphilly Beater's bat hit Ginny right in the back of her head, sending her and her broomstick spiralling down with dangerous speed. Somehow, though, before Harry's heart had dropped down to the bottom of his stomach, she straightened her broom up, just before she hit the bottom of the bleachers opposite from where Harry and the Weasleys were sitting. Kurt Pearse blew his whistle furiously, and next to Harry, Mrs Weasley peeked out from her hands, behind which she had hidden her face the moment the wooden bat met Ginny's head.

"Oh dear," she wailed, "is she all right? Arthur?"

Mr Weasley squinted to see through his glasses, and although Harry noticed the look of concern on the older man's face, he sounded very reassuring as he responded:

"She's fine, Molly. She wouldn't have continued flying if she was hurt."

"Potter takes the free throw herself," the speaker announced. "What a nightmare for Keeper Northman! Yes indeed, he stands no chance, and Ginny Potter gives the Holyhead Harpies the lead. 20-10, ladies and gentlemen!"

The crowd burst out cheering again, and Harry grinned as Charlie jumped up and down, shouting:

"There you go, Gin, that will teach them not to mess with you!"

"Blimey, Charlie, say that a little louder and you'll ruin your surprise visit, because she'll hear you from up there. And you'll ruin the ear I've got left," said George in a playfully accusing voice while rubbing his one ear, as though his brother's strong voice had nearly ruptured the eardrum.

"Meller passes to Levering, who passes on to – no, Potter sweeps in and steals the Quaffle right under Zollinger's nose! Holzworth sends off a Bludger – that's right, stick to the actual Bludger rather than the bat, Holzworth – but Holyhead's Gabrielle Beighley stops it reaching its target and – SHE SCORES AGAIN! GINNY POTTER IS ON FIRE, AND I'M NOT TALKING ABOUT THE COLOUR OF HER HAIR!"

As the supporters started cheering again, Harry caught a glimpse of a striped figure suddenly diving towards the ground. Turning his head and stretching his neck, he realized that it was Sinkfield, Caerphilly Catapults' Seeker, and that he must have spotted the Snitch. Holyhead's Adriana Katzenberger instantly set off after him, but by all appearances, she wouldn't catch up with Sinkfield before he reached that small, glittering ball at the foot of Heather Perrington's goal posts. Harry furrowed his brows. What was Sinkfield thinking? If he caught the Snitch now, the Holyhead Harpies would still win! Perhaps Sinkfield realized the same thing, because he slowed down just as Gwenog Jones' Bludger reached him, pushing him sideways and straight into Katzenberger, who fell right off her broom. Fortunately, they were only a few feet off the ground and it wasn't a long fall, but Mrs Weasley still gasped in horror and her hands flew to her mouth.

"Ow," said the speaker, "I'm quite sure that wasn't what Jones intended to do with that Bludger – knocking her own Seeker off the broomstick, I mean! Luckily, no one appears to be hurt, but the Golden Snitch seems to have disappeared again…"

Meanwhile, the Caerphilly Catapults Chasers had successfully moved across the pitch with the Quaffle securely in their arms, avoiding both Bludgers and opponents until they reached Heather Perrington and the goal hoops. Heather nearly fell of her broomstick trying to block the left hand hoop, but still failed, and the speaker couldn't quite mask his disappointment as he announced the new score: 30-20.

"And Potter's got the Quaffle now; she passes it across the pitch to Turkowski, then Rosenberry… she scores! 40-20!" the speaker shouted, noticeably happier than before. "Northman passes to Meller, who sets off in the opposite direction."

But Meller had only made it a few feet forwards when Ginny was there again, disrupting her opponent's route and stealing back the Quaffle. She passed it to Gaylene Turkowksi, who passed it back, and Ginny was just aiming for the middle goal hoop when – bam! One of the Caerphilly Beaters, Culbert, had desperately wanted to stop her, and since neither Bludger was within reach, he had actually thrown his bat at her! The Quaffle slipped out of her hands as she was thrown into the goal post. A metallic thud echoed across the arena, and then she fell to the ground, seemingly lifeless.

Harry could have sworn his heart stopped. He stood up; he'd have to get to her… But someone put a hand on his arm and he noticed that his wife, who looked so little sprawled out on the grass like that, had started to move. Moments later, Oliver Wood and the team Healer had knelt down next to her, and as Hermione removed her hand from his arm, the sounds and sights around him started to come back to Harry.

"Foul!" shouted George furiously. "Ban him from playing again!"

"That's disgusting!" Bill agreed. "He only attacked her because he knows she's too good for them!"

"That's got to violate a whole bunch of rule, don't you reckon, Dad?" said Percy while adjusting his glasses.

Down on the grass, Oliver had pulled Ginny to her feet, and the Healer appeared to be wiping blood from her face. Although he knew that Ginny had no feelings whatsoever left for Oliver Wood, Harry couldn't help but wish that he was the one down there, looking after her.

Oliver was now picking up Ginny's broomstick, much to Mrs Weasley's shock.

"He can't expect her to get on that thing again, is he?"

"You know Ginny, Mum," said Ron. "Unless she breaks every bone in her body, she's going to finish the game."

"And Ginny Potter appears to be all right, after all! What a relief! Referee Pearse signals for two free throws, and while Potter stomps off the ground to get back in the game, Gaylene Turkowski is ready with the Quaffle. She goes right – no, left – and she scores! Textbook feint, but flawlessly performed by Turkowski who catches the Quaffle for her second free throw… and she scores again! Amazing! 60-20, with Holyhead in the lead, and… wait! Has Sinkfield spotted the Golden Snitch again?"

It was as though everything else stopped, and every eye in the arena turned towards Sinkfield and Katzenberger, who had shot up in the air; Harry caught a glimpse of something glittering several feet above the bleachers on the short end of the pitch. Sinkfield seemed determined this time, even though catching the Snitch would mean that the opposing team would win the league. He was in the lead, but Adriana Katzenberger, with her long, black plait swishing like a thick tail behind her, was perhaps even more determined, and inch by inch, she was catching up with Sinkfield.

"Excellent flying by Katzenberger, but will it be enough? Shoulder to shoulder now; Sinkfield gives her a push, but Katzenberger is strong and steady. She leans forwards and – do I dare believe my eyes? She's swept right past him, she reaches out her hand – SHE'S GOT THE SNITCH! Ladies and gentlemen, Adriana Katzenberger has ended the game – THE HOLYHEAD HARPIES WIN! LEAGUE CHAMPIONS, FOR THE FIRST TIME IN 174 YEARS!"

For the second time that afternoon, Adriana Katzenberger fell off her broom and landed on the soft grass. This time, instead of rushing to her feet to get back into the air, she rolled over and remained lying on her back, clutching the Golden Snitch in both hands and grinning from ear to ear as her teammates, one by one, landed next to her and threw themselves down next to (or on top of) her, forming a pile of green and gold, smiles and tears of joy.

It was one of those rare moments when total bliss lit up every darkened corner in Ginny's mind; she truly had no worries just then, and would have sworn with her hand across her heart, that life simply could not get any better. Gwenog Jones accidentally elbowed her in the ribs as she tried to organize a group hug, but despite having fallen on her side mere minutes before, Ginny felt no pain. Heather was crying, Gaylene was kissing the Snitch in Adriana's hand, and Gemma Rosenberry, quiet and sweet Gemma, was jumping up and down, screaming out her joy.

Somehow, despite the high number of security warlocks guarding the bleachers, people were soon rushing onto the pitch. A group of men grabbed Adriana and threw her into the air, and she laughed loudly, still clutching the Snitch to her chest. Now, little children were hugging Ginny's legs, young men were kissing her cheeks, women squeezing her hands, all of them grinning, thanking her, praising her… And then she saw them; they were impossible to miss, of course, such a large bunch of people with such flaming red hair, and that one head covered in jet black.

She rushed into Harry's open arms, and he lifted her off the ground, kissing her chin, her ears… And she grinned into his shoulder as he whispered:

"I knew it. I knew you'd win."

"Wow," said a familiar voice behind him. "Here I though she'd be happy to see me, and all she cares about is Harry…"

Ginny grinned over Harry's shoulder as Ron patted Charlie's shoulder and said:

"Yeah, I know what it's like…"

Rolling her eyes and quickly kissing her husband once more, Ginny then let go of him and skipped over to hug her brother. "You're here!" she said. "I thought you couldn't make it."

"I wouldn't be able to call myself the most dedicated Quidditch fan in the family if I missed it, would I?" replied Charlie with a shrug. "Or the best brother in the family, for that matter."

George snorted as he flung out a long arm that landed around their sister's shoulder. "So, is it the best day of your life, Gin?" he asked, and Ginny looked over at Harry, smiling widely.

"It's at least top three," she said, not breaking eye contact for a moment. Yes, she thought to herself, this, the way life was in that moment, would be a tough act to follow for whatever was to come next.

Fan-Faction story about the most loving character in books.
This is a story about a Wizarding World after the Battle of Hogwarts for Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermiony Granger and many many loved characters....

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

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

this fan fic will be short

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.

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CHAPTER SIXTY TWO:


"Luna!" Harry greeted happily when he reentered Severus's quarters. "I thought you had gone back to the Ravenclaw dorm," he said, walking over to where they were sitting and leaning down to give Severus a kiss.


"That's hardly appropriate in front of a student," Severus admonished him, though it seemed more out of habit than because he truly felt that way.


"But it's perfectly alright in front of a friend," Harry corrected, giving him a second kiss just to prove his point. "Did you two have a nice chat?" he asked, moving to the couch and sitting down next to Luna.


"I did," Luna smiled serenely. "The Professor wanted to know about Lump-legged Urgles."


"Ah, yes," Harry grinned. "Wonderful creatures. It was just a few older Gryffindor boys pushing Colin around because he's been annoying them with his camera, but I think he's more likely to listen to what I told him than to three bullies. Though I think they may have been about to destroy his camera when I got there," he frowned. "At any rate, thanks for the warning," Harry leaned over and gave Luna a peck on the cheek.


"You're welcome, Harry," she smiled, appearing completely unruffled at the spontaneous display of affection.


"You'll tell me if any Nargles bother you, right?" he asked worriedly, looking her squarely in the eyes.


"Oh, they haven't been bothering me lately," Luna replied dreamily, reaching up a hand to toy with her necklace. "I had theorized that the new necklace would need a few weeks to take effect…"


"That's good," Harry smiled, leaning sideways against the back of the couch. "But you'll let me know if the necklace stops working?"


"Sure, Harry," she agreed easily. Standing up abruptly, she turned to Severus. "Thank you for the tea, Professor; I enjoyed myself. Good night, Harry," Luna smiled dreamily and headed for the door.


"Good night," two voices called after her, and Luna skipped the rest of the way to Ravenclaw Tower.


"So," Harry turned to Severus with a glint in his eye. "What did she tell you about Lump-legged Urgles?"


"It was quite interesting," Severus temporized. "Rather extraordinary, really."


Harry laughed. "You can say it – Luna's unique."


"That she is," Severus agreed with a small smirk. "It was, however, a very interesting conversation. As far as I understood it, Lump-legged Urgles are creatures that have the form of one-legged furry bison with extremely large ears but very small lungs, and they come running for help when someone needs it, generally due to a violent situation. Correct?"


"That sounds about right," Harry grinned. "You wouldn't believe how often they helped us in the future, though – and sometimes when Luna was right next to me, even, so though I have no idea how she does it, she must have some kind of sixth sense that either perceives these creatures or the things she invents the creatures for; there's simply no other explanation when she's standing next to me and suddenly gasps that the Abbots need help," he shook his head. "However she does it, it's dead handy, and she's a fun person to have around, too."


"I see what you mean," Severus nodded pensively. "It would be interesting to find out how she does it, but it seems that she is convinced that there are creatures that we others all cannot see. Perhaps she is right."


Harry nodded. "You see what I mean. Others think she's crazy, but she clearly has some kind of skill that we others don't have, and I think it's a shame that others look down on her for it." Then he smiled. "But it seems that she enjoyed chatting with you, so at least she has one more person who understands her." Standing up, Harry walked over to Severus and slid into his lap. "Did she mention Kimdingers at all?"


"Ah, yes," Severus said, feeling his face softening. "She told me they suit me."


Harry laughed at that, then leaned in for a kiss. "I agree with her there!"


OoOoO


The next morning Harry's wasn't in quite as good a mood.


"Filius," he said as he stepped into the Charms classroom, "I need to borrow Draco Malfoy for an hour or two. I have here a permission form signed by his Head of House permitting him to leave Hogwarts for the day," Harry handed a piece of parchment to the part-goblin and looked over at the students. He caught Draco's eye just as the Charms teacher said that everything seemed in order.


"You are free to go, Mister Malfoy," Filius Flitwick smiled at his student. "I am sure that one of your classmates will be able to lend you today's notes."


"Thank you, Professor," Draco replied, watching Harry warily as he gathered his things together.


"You can leave your things with Goyle, if you want," Harry pointed out. "You won't need your books, after all."


The boy didn't give any sign of having heard him, but left his bag on the desk when he was done packing it. All eyes were on them as they left the classroom, and as soon as the door was closed behind them Draco demanded, "Why should I go anywhere with you, Potter?"


Harry just gave him a level look, trying not to react to the aggressive tone. "Didn't your mother write you a letter about joining the Black family?"


"What if she did?" Draco crossed his arms, and Harry was hard-put not to roll his eyes.


Turning and starting towards the entrance hall, Harry replied, "Then you already know that Narcissa will be rejoining the Black family, and you have the same chance. If you choose not to become a Black, you can go back to Charms class and finish your last year at Hogwarts, for after that you won't have any funds to pay for a further education. Nor a home, incidentally, or even clothing past what you have at Hogwarts. Not a mother, either, as Narcissa will no longer be a Malfoy. I am headed for Gringotts now to formally bring her back into the Black family," Harry stopped and looked back at the blonde, "and you should have decided by now whether you'll come along or not."


The light-skinned boy was even paler than usual, but his arms were still crossed and he was glaring at Harry. "I hardly have a choice in the matter, do I Potter? If you hadn't defeated the Dark Lord none of this would have happened," Draco spat.


A silence fell as Harry simply met Draco's gaze neutrally. Eventually he turned away and said, "Come or don't; I don't care." Then he walked away, knowing that in a few seconds the young Malfoy would follow him and realizing that he truly didn't care if he didn't.


OoOoO


"Lord Potter-Black," Narcissa Malfoy rose from the seat she had been waiting on in Gringotts' entrance.


"Lady Malfoy," he replied formally, accepting her hand and bowing over it to brush a kiss on the back of her hand. It would be the last time he did. "Shall we proceed?"


"After you," she inclined her head, stepping aside for him to pass and falling in step with her son. She didn't greet him verbally, and neither did he her, but Harry couldn't see what they may be doing behind his back. For all he knew they could be holding hands.


"Good morning, Warrior," Harry saluted the first free teller, ignoring the stares all the other humans were giving his small party. "I came to annul Narcissa Black's marriage to Lucius Malfoy and bring Draco Malfoy into the House of Black."


"Please follow me, Lord Potter-Black," the goblin said promptly, putting up a 'closed' sign on his desk. Harry was surprised that the goblin would deal with it personally, but shrugged it off thinking that perhaps this goblin was responsible for such things. He and his two companions followed the goblin down a marble hallway, reaching an office just a minute later.


"Have a seat," the goblin offered, giving Narcissa the piercing look that Harry had expected to receive. The two adults took the chairs in front of the desk while Draco remained standing behind his mother; the goblin proceeded to the other side of the desk and promptly started rummaging around in a drawer.


"The Malfoy-Black marriage can only be declared invalid by the Lord Black if the Malfoy family is no longer capable of supporting the bride," the goblin said as he slapped a document down on the desk. "No other reason, including attempted murder by the husband, is a valid reason for dissolution of the Malfoy-Black marriage."


"So even if Malfoy had tried to kill you you couldn't have ended the marriage?" Harry asked Narcissa incredulously. "Mad." Turning back to the goblin he asked, "Can the Lord Black still dissolve the marriage if Lord Black personally killed Lord Malfoy?"


"As long as the Malfoy family is incapable of supporting the Black bride the Lord Black is capable of dissolving the marriage," the goblin said neutrally. He didn't seem at all surprised at Harry's revelation.


Just then Draco's brain seemed to catch up, and he pulled his wand with a roar. "You killed my father!"


Harry however was much faster, and Draco had hardly raised his wand when he was already frozen in a body bind. "You may not want to try that," he told the boy mildly. "I killed Lucius Malfoy on Voldemort's orders; what makes you think that you'll be able to take me down when I defeated both your father and his master? Calm down and use your head for once." Leaving the boy bound, Harry looked to the woman beside him. "Do you object, too? It's not too late to say that you'd rather not have me as your Head of House."


"You believe that I did not already know the identity of my husband's killer?" Narcissa asked stiffly. "He knew that to betray the Dark Lord was to court death; any Death Eater would have killed him. That the Dark Lord chose you to fulfill the task was pure chance."


Harry looked at her for a moment before inclining his head wryly. "True. If not me, then Severus would have killed your husband. I wonder how Draco would feel had his godfather been the one to kill his father?" Not expecting an answer, Harry turned back to the goblin. "I, in my role as Lord Black, choose to dissolve Narcissa Black's marriage to Lucius Malfoy."


"Please sign here, Lord Potter-Black," the goblin said evenly, sliding a document across the desk. "Doing so with this blood quill will immediately annul the Malfoy-Black marriage."


Harry narrowed his eyes in distaste at the sight of the blood quill, but picked it up without ado. He gave the document a brief one-over - it was the original wedding certification, it seemed – and signed swiftly, twitching slightly at the familiar bite of a blood quill.


"You may keep the document if you so wish, Lord Potter-Black," the goblin said when the blood had dried on the parchment.


"I would prefer to leave it in the goblins' capable hands," Harry returned, laying the blood quill down carefully.


"Gringotts is honored by your trust," the goblin said, and Harry couldn't tell whether he meant it or not. "Will you wish to bring Draco Malfoy into the Black House?"


Harry turned his head to look at the bound Draco. "It is up to Malfoy," he said neutrally, raising his wand to release the boy from the spell but keeping his wand raised. "Well?"


Draco scowled darkly, but lowered his wand. His hand however was gripping the wood so tightly that his knuckles were white. "I will join the Black House," he bit out.


"Narcissa, you will have to make sure he knows how to speak to his Head of House," Harry told his cousin without taking his eyes off Draco. "Draco Malfoy will join the Black House, Warrior," he informed the goblin, only turning away from the boy when he was reasonably sure that he wouldn't try to curse him in the back. The rings he wore should be able to protect him from nearly anything the boy could throw at him – except for an Unforgivable, but that would be a one-way ticket to Azkaban for the last remaining Malfoy.


"Oaths will be necessary, Lord Potter-Black," the goblin said, giving Harry the long-expected shrewd look. "Draco Malfoy will first pledge a magical oath to belong only to the Black family and never renounce it for another, acknowledging you as his Head of House, after which you in your capacity as Lord Black will swear an oath welcoming Draco Malfoy into the House of Black."


Harry hummed quietly. "Is it possible to have two Heads of House?" he asked. Narcissa's sudden intense look almost made him smirk – she probably thought he meant for Draco to become Lord Black when he turned seventeen.


"It is possible for two or more people to possess the Lordship of the same House simultaneously," the goblin confirmed. "Currently both Harry Potter-Black and Sirius Black are the Heads of House Black."


"Excellent," Harry said. "Once Draco Malfoy has joined the Black House I require emancipation papers for Harry Potter. The House of Potter will also have two Heads."


"It will be done," the goblin said, pulling a piece of parchment from a drawer and laying it to the side.


A pause, then the three adults turned to the single underage member of their group.


"Oh, very well," Draco snarled, raising his wand. "I, Draco Lucius Malfoy, renounce the Malfoy name and ask," he spat the word, "the Lord Black to receive me into the House of Black. I hereby swear to never renounce the Black family for another and acknowledge both Sirius Orion Black and Harry James Potter-Black as my Heads of House." A bright light flashed from the tip of his wand, and Draco lowered it again, glowering at Harry.


Harry promptly raised his own wand. "I, Harry James Potter-Black, accept Draco Lucius into the Black House." An identical light flashed from his wand and he turned back to the goblin, dismissing Draco out of hand.


"Harry Potter will need to sign this parchment, as will his legal guardians," the goblin said promptly, sliding the single parchment across the desk. "Once the parchment is filed back at Gringotts Mister Potter will receive his Lordship ring and the keys to the Potter vaults."


"Wonderful," Harry said, taking the parchment and rising. "I thank you for your time, Warrior."


"Gringotts anticipates doing business again soon," the goblin returned formally before leading them back to the exit. Harry gave the goblin a salute before turning to his silent companions.


"Draco is excused from classes for the day," Harry informed Narcissa. "You may want to show him around the Black manor; it will be his new home, after all."


"And what will you be doing, Potter?" Draco sneered. "Going to destroy other Pureblood names?"


Harry gave the boy a cold look. "You will refer to me as 'Lord Black', 'Lord Potter-Black', or 'my Lord'. Do I need to remind you that you just swore a magical oath acknowledging me as your Head of House?" Turning back to Narcissa, he said in clipped tones, "I will be at the Ministry attending the trials. Once they are over I will come by with two young children and the man who will be assisting you. I believe you've already become acquainted with the house elves at the manor?" She nodded. "Good. Instruct your son in the rules of House Black and the instructions I gave you. If I find him mistreating any of my servants he will have to accept the punishment I choose."


"You can rely on me, my Lord."


"I'm sure I can," he said, knowing that at least he could trust her to take care of the children properly. Whether he could trust her with more than that remained to be seen. After a pause he said to Draco, "The permission form is only valid for this day. Be back at Hogwarts before curfew and inform Professors McGonagall and Snape of your new status. The Headmistress will most likely announce it tomorrow so that people know to call you by your new name." With a last nod to Narcissa he left for the Ministry and another long day of trials. He had most likely missed part of the first one, but there would be at least another three to sit through.


Oh, joy, he thought, tucking the emancipation papers for Harry into his robes and apparating to the Ministry. Here we go again.

Lesss seee here.....

I'm not dropping the book.

Never ever EVER!

Hmmmmm.

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I might update once every two days? For normal releases that is until ******* is ten chapters ahead.

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"Hermione, where are we going?" Harry asked, after she had led them down through four floors, and started down the marble staircase into the entrance hall.

"You'll see, you'll see in a minute!" said Hermione excitedly.

She turned left at the bottom of the staircase and hurried toward the door. Harry had never been through here before. 

He and Ron dragged Arth with them and followed Hermione down a flight of stone steps, but instead of ending up in a gloomy underground passage like the one that led to Snape's dungeon, they found themselves in a broad stone corridor, brightly lit with torches, and decorated with cheerful paintings that were mainly of food.

"Oh hang on . . ." said Harry slowly, halfway down the corridor. "Wait a minute, Hermione. . . ."

"What?" She turned around to look at him, anticipation all over her face.

"I know what this is about," said Harry.
He nudged Ron and pointed to the painting just behind Hermione. It showed a gigantic silver fruit bowl.

"Hermione!" said Ron, catching on. "You're trying to rope us into that spew stuff again!"

"No, no, I'm not!" she said hastily. "And it's not spew, Ron —"

"Then why are we here?" said Ron with a raised eyebrow.

"I came down here just now, to talk to them all, and I realized — oh just come on."

She seized Arth's arm, pulled him in front of the picture of the giant fruit bowl, stretched out her forefinger, and tickled the huge green pear. It began to squirm, chuckling, and suddenly turned into a large green door handle. Hermione seized it, pulled the door open, and pushed Arth hard in the back, forcing him inside. Harry and Ron followed them albeit suspiciously.

Harry had one brief glimpse of an enormous, high-ceilinged room, large as the Great Hall above it, with mounds of glittering brass pots and pans heaped around the stone walls, and a great brick fireplace at the other end, when something small hurtled toward him from the middle of the room, squealing, "Harry Potter, sir! Harry Potter!"

Next second all the wind had been knocked out of him as the squealing elf hit him hard in the midriff, hugging him so tightly he thought his ribs would break.

"D-Dobby?" Harry gasped.

"It is Dobby, sir, it is!" squealed the voice from somewhere around his navel. "Dobby has been hoping and hoping to see Harry Potter, sir, and Harry Potter has come to see him, sir!"

Dobby let go and stepped back a few paces, beaming up at Harry, his enormous, green, tennis-ball-shaped eyes brimming with tears of happiness. He looked almost exactly as Harry remembered him; the pencil-shaped nose, the batlike ears, the long fingers and feet — all except the clothes, which were very different.

He was wearing a tea cozy for a hat, on which he had pinned a number of bright badges; a tie patterned with horseshoes over a bare chest, a pair of what looked like children's soccer shorts, and odd socks. One of these, Harry saw, was the black one Harry had removed from his own foot and tricked Mr. Malfoy into giving Dobby, thereby setting Dobby free. The other was covered in pink and orange stripes.

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"I know... Well I have a family but Still I know how it feels like." Replied Jacob to sad looking boy. "Well, sorry... where are my manners. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Jacob, Jacob Malfoy."Said Jacob to the skinny glassed boy. He had prepared himself to make a shocked cunt face.
  "My name is Harry, Harry potter." Replied harry smilingly. It was his first time meeting and trying to make an actual friend. " Pot... Potter.....POTTER.....No SHIT..... You are Harry Potter?!?!" Said Jacob cursing him from inside. " You know me?" Said Harry who was same shocked about just happened and who this Jacob guy knew him. "Puff..... I know you. Not just me whole Magical world know about you. I am a big fan of yours. Well Why shouldn't I. Its not common to meet the person who defeated You Know Who...." Replied Jacob showing his exited face from outside while cursing him from inside for not being a good actor.
  He was hating this to lick his balls like this. But sometime you have to do it. You know right Throning a Donkey when needed. "Wait, What Magical world and who did I defeated. I never fought with anyone. And who is this You-Know-Who. Is that a name?" Replied little Harry confused by all this thing and still thought that this guy is mad or something. " So, You don't know. Well that explain why were you not seen after everything happen." Said Jacob giving a hint to the boy.
    "Wait after what happened?" Questioned the boy who was going literally going insane. "Hey keep it cool man, you will know everything because I can't tell you everything, Its not the right time. Oh Right, How old are you?" Said Jacob despite knowing his age. " I am nine and soon will be ten but why are you asking that?" Replied the chubby boy. "Well that will be good 'Cause you will know everything after 2 or 3 months and remember that you will gain a letter and there will be someone to pick you up. Well, I think I have to go... We will meet again but I promise when we will I will give you a gift."Said Jacob looking at the others from a distance.
  Harry was dumbfounded. He still thought that he was messing with him. "And remember you are more strong than you think." Said the blonde boy who was going away from him with a full confidence. Harry turned around to look at the snake.Harry turned toward the Snake, "He was weird right. But still the thing he said about loneliness were true. I just hope I would able to free you from this cage." And then the snake turned toward Harry giving him a look that he understands.
  After that things went like that as they supposed to go. Harry helped the snake on escaping and captured the Duddly boy. In the ruckus of snake thing, The group went out of Zoo. "Jacob Did you do that?" Asked Daphne looking at him with suspicious look.
  Jacob replied with the smirk," No, but when you will know you will be shocked. A very importent one 'The boy Who LIVED' did that."... ""WHAT""" Everyone said this in a same tone looking at him as they don't believe him.

English is not my 1st language. So, Plzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz......... Don't ride on me.

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Three divine beings Magic, Fate and Death came to Earth. Magic and Fate lost a bet to death. When death told them that she will cross her limits in the world of Magic and disturbed the circle of fate. She gave people the poor of Seer And then she made the deathly hallows. And magic was not able to stop her and fate was bound to a circle which she couldn't disturb but still they did something........
                            If you want to know more Then follow us to the adventure and know about Jacob and his travels..

The next ten years passed by with hardly any outward change at Privet Drive. The front gardens were still tidy, the brass number four on the Dursleys' house was still polished regularly, and the only thing that had changed in the living room of the house were the photos on the mantle. Ten years ago they had been of two proud parents, and a rather chubby young boy. Now, there were photos that displayed the various triumphs parents like to photograph that offer proof their child has accomplished various milestones. There was no sign that any other children lived in the house.

Yet they were there, both of them awake and waiting for their Aunt Petunia to let them out of their room. One of their chores in the morning was to make breakfast, and that was what they were waiting for. If left to his own devices, Harry might perhaps have slept in, however, his younger brother Leon was an early riser, and disgustingly cheerful in the mornings too. Harry suspected he did it because he got a kick out of teasing his older brother before he was fully awake in the mornings, but he never called Leon on it. Once in the kitchen, Harry and Leon immediately fell into a rhythm they had perfected years ago, moving smoothly around each other as they prepared breakfast. Unusually, their Aunt Petunia hovered in the kitchen, fussing about and constricting their morning banter to a few secret hand signs and smiles. It wasn't until she began fussing about the bacon burning that Harry was reminded that today was their cousin Dudley's birthday.

Harry and Dudley didn't get along very well. Harry thought Dudley was a spoiled brat, and Dudley thought Harry was a weirdo who was too protective of his freak brother. In the manner of children who instinctively understand threats they can't explain, Dudley knew to fear Leon Potter. However, his attempts to explain his unreasoning fear to his parents were misunderstood. While it had been obvious to Petunia and Vernon Dursley that Harry was an unusual freak with the same abilities his parents had, as far as they were aware, Leon Potter had never once displayed the same freakishness. They had tried to stamp the freakishness out of Harry Potter, but it had not worked. And Leon Potter, who was normal as could be, as far as they could tell, didn't seem to understand just how unnatural his brother really was. Leon adored Harry, and instead of looking up to Dudley, as they hoped more and more that he would as the years passed and he seemed normal (if obviously very intelligent, which Petunia claimed must come from her side of the family), he had simply stuck to Harry more closely. Still, Vernon Dursley tried. When Harry had been given chores, Leon had declared he would help. It was a delicate balance for the Dursleys, trying to save Leon while knowing that his freak of brother would break his heart, like Lily had broken Petunia's, when he turned eleven. While Vernon approved, in his own manner, of Leon Potter, it fell to Petunia most often to reach out to him. This was hard for her, as in the depths of her heart she had her own reservations about just how normal her youngest nephew was.

"Leon, where is your present for Dudley?" she asked. "Why don't you get it, and give it to Dudley at breakfast? You spent such a long time considering what to get him, so I'm sure he'll like it!"

Leon looked at her and smiled. "I hope so, Aunt Petunia. Harry and I did spend so long deciding." He said. "I'll get it as soon as I've finished setting the table."

Petunia smiled at him, and then scowled at Harry, who was watching them carefully. "Don't burn the bacon, boy!" she snapped, feeling frazzled and already worrying about Dudley's special day running smoothly. So much could go wrong.

That day, they all went to the zoo for Dudley's birthday. Even Harry had to come, because the old lady who usually took care of him had broken her leg. Usually Petunia used the story that Harry had been grounded for some reason. While some in the neighborhood thought Harry was a bit of a troublemaker, others, thanks to Leon's insistence that his brother help him in his efforts to have pocket money from odd jobs around the street, thought of him as a bright young boy with a bit of mischief in him. Harry was quite excited to be going to the zoo, and Leon shared his happiness. While Dudley and his friend rushed around and tried to out-brag each other, Leon and Harry quietly followed in their wake, trying to take in all the interesting sights. They chatted comfortably to one another, and carefully read the plaques of information on the animals they saw.

When they got to the building with the snakes in it, the trouble began. Dudley and his friend, Piers, were getting a bit tired. They wanted to see something exciting, but the snakes were just lazing about. When Dudley complained to his father, Vernon tried tapping on the glass of one enclosure, but nothing happened, so Dudley moved on, scoffing loudly to his friend to hide his disappointment. Harry and Leon, following behind Mr. Dursley, stopped to look at the snake Dudley had complained was boring. It was then that Harry did something unusual. He began to talk to the snake. Leon was not too surprised to hear his brother hissing at a snake. He was surprised to see it respond rather like a summons though, as if it really understood. He was so surprised, that when Dudley came rushing up and making a fuss, he didn't step in straight away. Dudley pushed Harry, and Leon watched as Harry lost his temper. Suddenly the glass to the snake enclosure vanished, and the snake was free.

Dudley immediately began to panic. He nearly fell into the enclosure, but Leon, with Pier's help, managed to stop that. Finishing his conversation with the snake had distracted Harry, but now that it was free, he looked around for Leon. Leon was busy glaring at him, while attempting to stop their cousin from tattling to their Aunt and Uncle. However, the screams of all the other people in the snake house when they noticed that a snake was free were quite the distraction. As soon as Leon knew he had his brother's attention, he checked their surroundings again. He quickly noticed that the glass that had vanished had reappeared. Leon immediately began exclaiming about how lucky they all were that the crazy snake had simply escaped, and not attacked them. Harry immediately caught on, and backed him up. Dudley tried to insist that the glass had vanished, but Leon simply told him that he was being ridiculous, and that obviously he had been so afraid when the snake snapped at him that he had been seeing things. Dudley, remembering how weird the snake had been, immediately began making a high pitched sound of distress, which was convenient in that by the time Dudley was able to form coherent words and sentences again, Leon had already given an explanation involving no magic that sounded quite reasonable. Harry backed him up, and Piers, who was very confused, agreed simply because he didn't have any other reasonable explanation. While Vernon and Petunia were dubious, Piers seemed to settle it for them. Deciding it had been the zoo's fault and shoddy maintenance that was responsible for her son's trauma, Petunia Dursley was soon on the warpath. The zoo director himself plied her with sweet, strong tea while he apologized profusely. When they got home that night, Vernon locked Harry up in the closet when they got home because he claimed Harry had been disrespectful to him, but other than that, the night passed peacefully enough.

The next day, when Leon spoke to Harry about it as he handed over bread and a bit of steak that he'd snuck away from dinner, he told him that he'd been speaking like a snake. Harry insisted that Leon was wrong, that Harry had been speaking English, but Leon was not convinced.

"I heard you. It wasn't English." Leon insisted. But Harry would have none of that. Neither of them mentioned that the glass at the front of the enclosure had vanished, and then reappeared. Magic was a secret they didn't often discuss, and now was a very unsafe time to do so. If they were caught, their punishment would be severe. The Dursleys were still a little shaken from the Zoo incident, and inclined to punish the boys for any little thing they could think of. Every day Harry was locked in the cupboard, and mostly it was only Leon's offerings of stolen food that he had to eat. Leon himself was also a bit shaken. Harry speaking to the snake reminded him of Sasuke and Orochimaru and their snake summons contracts. As far as he was aware, Harry hadn't made a contract with a snake summons. In fact, he didn't even know if they existed here. However, the fact that Harry could speak to snakes remained. And Harry didn't want to acknowledge it. Between Harry's insistence on ignoring what had happened, and the memories that had stirred because of the incident, Leon sleep, never entirely free of night time terrors, became even more broken, and he grew snappish and cross because he was tired.

It didn't take Leon long to figure out that Harry was afraid. Leon didn't know what to do about Harry's fears, but they were just one more problem to deal with during a time that seemed filled with problems. Something was going to happen soon, he could just feel it. So he did what had always worked for him, which was to confront the fear. Leon turned to the library and he went and got as many books on snakes as he could. Then he read them to Harry. He showed him pictures and quoted famous herpetologists and overloaded Harry's brain on information about snakes until Harry finally gave up in disgust and started reading them himself in self-defense. They read about snake charmers from India and dangerous wildlife specialists in Australia. By the time Leon managed to get some documentary videos from the library, claiming he was doing a summer time holiday project, to watch, the summer holidays had already started. Vernon and Petunia were no longer jumping on the littlest thing either boy did wrong, Leon's sleeping pattern had returned to usual, and although Harry was still unreasonably silent on what had happened at the zoo, Leon could overlook that. Of course, now that their troubles seemed to be over, or at least settled for the time being, something had to happen.

It started with the letter of course. After the first one, which he'd stupidly taken into the kitchen with him, where of course Dudley had seen it. He'd then made such a fuss that Uncle Vernon had noticed and then Harry no longer had the letter. It served him right, Leon told him, that if he was stupid enough to try to read such an obviously strange letter addressed to him in front of the Dursleys that they took it from him. Hopefully, Leon told him crossly, when Harry had complained once too often for him to tolerate any longer that day, it would teach him to be more careful in the future. His skin was itchy, and that odd feeling was stronger than ever. Something was happening, he felt. Like a static charge in the air, the feeling grew. Something was about to change. Leon couldn't articulate the feeling very well, and his attempts to explain to Harry had been frustrating for them both. Harry was insisting Leon was imagining things, and Leon couldn't even tell his brother with certainty that he was wrong.

As the week passed, Harry attempted numerous ways to get a letter. Leon watched, but didn't bother to help Harry, even when he asked. The letters made him uneasy, and if his brother was going to be so difficult, then he wasn't going to make things any easier. They had a fight about it, and now they were hardly talking at all. Still, by the end of the week, with the entire household on edge, and Vernon seemingly loosing his mind, Leon was inclined to make amends with Harry. Time, he felt, was running out. What would happen when it did, he had no idea, but the thought of something, anything happening, while they were on the outs, terrified him. Unfortunately, by this time Vernon's mental breakdown seemed to include taking the family to a small island in the middle of nowhere, and it was late before Leon and Harry could talk without any of the Dursleys overhearing, since they were now still asleep.

"I'm sorry Harry." Leon blurted out, when it was safe to talk. "I know things aren't the best between us right now, but…" here he trailed off, struggling to put his feelings into words for Harry.

Harry smiled at him. "We're brothers Leon, even when we fight. It's ok. Don't worry so much."

Leon scowled at him, but inside he was relieved. Harry had managed, once again, to express what he struggled to say, and to understand him when he could hardly understand himself. They would be alright, his brother and him. "So." He said. "I got you something, for your birthday."

Harry looked at him in surprise. "Really? It's my birthday already?" he asked in astonishment. Leon smiled at him, relieved.

"Yeah, it is." He said archly. "Imagine that. Another year older, and still you're surprised. Doesn't say much about your mental capacity does it?" Harry scowled, and swiped his hand at Leon, who ducked, and smirked at his brother.

"So, where's this gift of mine?" Harry demanded. Leon laughed, and and got the gift he'd swiped during the week out of the jacket he'd kept it safely hidden in.

"Here it is. I knew you wanted one." He said, as he handed the letter over to his brother. Harry looked at him in pleased surprise. Harry knew how Leon felt about the letters, and it pleased him that his brother would do this for him, despite his own feelings. He smiled happily at Leon, and started to open the letter.

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