James and lily who fought hard, even given their life for their son which was the ultimate protection from the dark lord who tried to used crucitix curse on him, the spell backfired and the dark lord found himself defeated at the hand of an infant child.

In the World of Harry Potter as a Metamorphmagus and my own House inputted into the Harry Potter world. Unique magic to my House not originally in Harry Potter, And some powers from other places.

After standing in front of Hogwarts, I kind of wanted to build a castle for myself to live in. Well I can build it anytime I want. Dumbledore looked and told me to follow. We started walking towards the castle gate, Dumbledore started talking to me,

"So Sanchit where are you from?"Dumbledore looked at me with inquiry, looked like he wanted to know more about me.

"well I am from India" I replied, with a smile on my face.

"well I have been to India but never really found any wizards there" he said

"I don't know if there exists any magical society there. I was a orphan and never really showed my powers in public." I thought its better not to reveal to much information.

"well alright, but can we have a fight in the ground" He said as we a walk towards ground near the castle. Others also looked forward to my answer.

"Sure. why not"I said, as I didn't want to show any weakness.

We walked towards the ground, then we made a gap of about 10m to start our fight. I just stood there waiting for him to start.

He started the attack by using stupefy and making a feint by transmuting the ground in chains and then summoned the cursed fire to attack me. All of this in few seconds of time, after completely solving all of his attacks by the wave of my wand the chains broke and the fire was completely dried out by water i conjured. I then transported behind him then pointed my wand on his neck.

Dumbledore for the first time in his life was completely stupefied, he knew if the man really defeated Voldemort that easily then he must be very strong but didn't think the gap between them was that high that he couldn't even react. Other Professors were even more surprised by how easily I defeated the strongest wizard, until now they had doubts if i really did defeat the one who cannot be named or is he really dead.
 
When I removed my wand from his neck, he and the others came out of their stupor.

"I am sorry, I doubted you until now. "  he said respect to the strong in his eyes.

"Its alright. If I was in your place, I also wouldn't be able to trust some complete stranger. well with this over, lets go in. " I said and we started moving towards the castle with other professor who were still recovering from their common sense being broken and learning a important lesson that "There is always someone stronger".

We entered the castle and Dumbledore showed me room to stay in, the castle looked like a five star hotel but a magical one. The Professors were excused, Dumbledore said he would give the tour of the castle tomorrow and and excused himself. After the fight they were trying to remain respectful toward me, not that I mind it.

It was already night time, so I decided to sleep. Nothing extraordinary happened in the course of night and the morning came with the sound of birds chirping. I woke up at 6am, then after washing up I walked out of the room towards the garden I saw on the way here yesterday and there I saw Snape thinking about something. He didn't notice me, so i just walked up to him.

"Good morning" I said to him, he was quite a bit surprised and had already pulled out his wand. After seeing it was me he put away his wand and said

"Sorry, its first time someone had come behind me and I didn't even notice and Good morning"he said and most probably hopping I didn't take offense to his actions.

"Its alright, I saw you were thinking about something and thought maybe I could help you with that." I said. We talked for a while before he said what he was thinking about after I put up a trust me aura like Charles Xavier and told about how he liked lily but couldn't even be near her, as she disgusted her and all the bullying he had to go through.

"Well why do you even care about a woman who already has a child of your bully? and she probably didn't like you enough from the beginning to always be with you. So the only advice for you is move on, with your cold personality it will be hard to find a woman who will love you but eventually you will.  " I said

"Thank you, I will think about what you said." he said. Then we started talking about potions with the amount of knowledge we had, hours passed as minute. He stopped and looked at me with awe with the amount of knowledge I had.

"are you really the age you appear to be?"he asked

"To that I can just say, looks can be deceptive"I said, he kind of guessed that I had something like Philosophers stone but much better than the original. He then invited me for breakfast after hearing the sound of bell and I said sure. While walking we met all the other Professors who were invited to the breakfast by Dumbledore to introduce me to them.

After entering the hall everyone who were meant to be here, had already arrived. After my introduction being done and Dumbledore started the tour of Hogwarts castle. It went on for nearly 4hr straight, it had become boring after the 1st hr, he just kept on talking about the history of how the four founders found this place. 

With the tour done, I made my way towards the library, after reaching the place i let the LOHP copy all the books in it and then went to the room of requirement to copy all the books it had. Then i went towards the room i stayed in yesterday to enter the LOHP. I came to the room and sat on the bed and then entered the LOHP and told it to compile all the books with the first three. The books now showed zero error and a few sections were added in it about language of magical creatures. I absorbed the books, then started my stay at Hogwarts for few days while all my skills were completely mastered.

With this done I decided to take the two deathly hallows from Dumbledore. I walked to his office and told him I wanted to talk to him in private by using my mind control, after that he took me to a room with no portraits and filled with silent wards. I then used my my huge spiritual power to control him and made him pull out the elder wand and the invisible cloak which he was always carrying with himself. Dumbledore put them in front me, I made a copy of them equally strong. Kept the original with me and gave the copy to him. I then deleted the memories of this incident from his mind permanently.

For the third deathly hallow the resurrection stone I needed to destroy the hocurux on it first which was was currently in the possession of Gaunt family, I teleported there and destroyed the hocurux on it. This time also left copy of it there.

Now the next thing to do is to fill up my planet with some magical creature, I said goodbye to Dumbledore and moved towards the chamber of secrets, after entering it I found Basilisk resting. I then communicated with him using my Parseltongue and released enough energy  to make him completely submit to me, after it agreed I healed all his injuries then moved him to my dimension.
After that I did the same with unicorns living in forbidden forest and many other magical beasts from it and even found some dragons.

I placed a shadow clone in my ZECNAR to keep check on them and made sure they never fought against each other. They all had understood that they cannot fight to death with each other in any case or if there really was dispute that needed to be solved then my clone will come in front to solve it

 They learned that they were immortal as the age increase they will grow stronger but as the strength increases the fertility rate decreases. 

While I was finding dragons, on the way I found Nicolas Flamel, so I did the same i did with the deathly hallows and collected the original Philosophers/Sorcerer stone with me and gave him a duplicate.

Now I already had whatever I wanted from Harry Potter dimension and could go to next whenever I wanted.

STATUS
Name - Sanchit Aggarwal
Age - 621
Title - God of ZECNAR
Bloodline - Devour
Laws - none
Skills - 
1) Strongest hand to hand combat technique
    Mastered
2) Transformation technique
    Mastered
3) Shadow clone jutsu
    Mastered
Harry Potter Universe
{ (4) Magical creation. (5) Magic. (6) Potions. }
 (Mastered)
Realm - 
1) Heavenly Physical Body cultivation technique -  
    BRONZE
2) Heavenly Spiritual cultivation technique - 
    BRONZE
Items -
1) The deathly hallows
2) Philosophers stone
Battle power - 700,000,000

Notice: 5th skill Magical creation has also added magical creatures language.

A guy gets a second chance on life living in multiverse.

I don't own any copy rights on any character I use other than the ones I make.

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"I'm Hermoine Granger" The brown haired girl says, I don't think she liked the silence.

"N-neville Longbottom." Said the teddy bear.

"Ron Weasley" Ron says with a mouth half stuffed with a pumpkin pastry

"I'm Alexander Prince and this is my brother Harry Potter. Now before you begin to gape and ask about the scar or" Looks over at the brown haired girl "Tell us how much you know about him let me say one the scar is a sensitive subject and most of what you think you know about him is a lie."

"B-but how can it be a lie. There are books-"

"Yes yes bookworm." Oh she looks offended "You seem to be a muggleborn or raised so surely you know about that little genre called fiction. Yep almost all those books are a lie." She gasped "The only thing they got right is he survived a killing curse, but me and him both believe it has more to do with his mother than anything he did as an infant" I emphasize the word infant "I have my solicitor working on either having the books recalled or the others telling everyone they are works of fiction, that and giving Harry the Royalty's for using his name without permission."

"How did you know she was muggle born?" Asked the teddy bear 

"That's a good question teddy" he mumbled something like 'my name isn't teddy...' but I am sure I imagined it. "She said her parents were dentist. There are no dentist in the wizarding world, as I am sure you and Ron know since I am positive you never heard of them before. So that means she is either muggle born or raised. Oddly enough there is an eye doctor in the wizarding world but they MAKE magic eyes instead of fixing eye sight. Anyway it isn't that there is anything wrong with muggle raised. I am technically a pureblood but I am muggle raised"

"Wait how can you technically be a pureblood?" Asked Ron. Teddy and Granger seem interested in this too. "A pureblood is defined as someone who has two sets of wizarding grandparents. I have that but my mother is a squib. So I am technically a pureblood but the supremacist won't look at it that way since a squib isn't a true wizard in their eyes" Ron looks like he doesn't understand but they all nod anyway.

The door gets pushed open again, seriously does anyone on this blasted train know how to knock?! Now in the doorway stood a blonde boy, I am sure we saw him when getting our robes, and two trolls er I mean bulky lads.

"So it's true. Harry Potter is on the train" I glance over to Harry and I see part of his scar is uncovered. "I'm Malfoy, Draco Malfoy" I smirk slightly. Ron chuckles a bit and Hermoine giggles. I suspect she, like myself, finds it funny he introduced himself like James Bond. "Oh you think my names funny do you" he looks at Ron "No need to tell who you are. Red Hair, Freckles, hand me down robes. You must be a Weasley. I'm surprised to see you could even afford to be here." Ok so the blonde ponce just insulted someone for not having money strike one.

"And you. I don't recognize you so you must be a mudblood!" Ron and Neville gasp. I arc my brow up as my fist clench a bit. Strike two. I may not like the bookworm but that is no reason to call her a such a name. He then turns to Neville "Hmph Neville Longbottom. I am surprised to see you here as well since you are practically a squib" Strike three

"Draco dear, yes I am talking, I'm Alexander Anderson Prince. I would say it is nice to meet you but frankly you have left the absolute worst impression I could possibly imagine" Draco opens his mouth to say something "Shut up. Now how about you and your two gargoyles leave before I kick your ass" Hermoine seems to finally catch onto my name and gasp, though maybe from my language.

"How dare you! Do you know who my father is?!"

I roll my eyes "I don't give a damn if your father is the Minister of Magic. Now leave."

"Crabbe Goyle" Draco says backing up slightly as his two gargoyles come in. One reaches towards Hermoine, though I have no idea why, and the other charges straight at me. 

Welp looks like ass kickings are due. As Goyle comes close I press my palms down on the chair to balance and then quickly my leg raises nailing him right in the nose. I then push myself off the bench and slam my fist straight into the gargoyles nose causing him to falter back and stumble into Crabbe. Walking forward I grab the two behemoths by the ear and drag them out the compartment where a shocked and scared Malfoy is. I look back "I'll be right back" I use wandless magic to close the door.

I throw the two trolls to the side and I approach malfoy grabbing him by the neck I bring my mouth near his ear "Listen here Malfoy. No shut up just listen. You bring up your father a lot but let me tell you this. We are on a train going over 55 miles an hour. If I wear to toss you out the window you would be dead and your daddy could not do anything to save you. They might not even find your body for weeks because most wizards would think you were kidnapped or hidden on the train rather than thrown out the window. Now I don't really care what you do so long as you do it away from me and Harry. So you go about your own business being a little crybaby daddies boy and leave me and my brother alone. I dare you to tell daddy dearest but if I ever" I tighten my grip on his throat "Hear you messed with my brother or had someone mess with him then they will never find your body. I'm not scared of you or your daddy Malfoy. So watch your step" I then release his throat and I smile, as if I didn't just threaten his pathetic life, and I head back into my compartment.

"That was bloody brilliant!" Ron exclaimed loudly. Neville nods his head in agreement and Harry smiles proudly.

"No that was stupid. Picking a fight on the train could get him in trouble or worse, expelled" Bookworm huffs. I shrug and head back to my sit. After a few seconds she began to speak again "Are you really Alexander Prince? Like the genius prodigy Alexander Prince?"

"Yes." I nod my head as I bite into a chocolate frog.

"But you said you are Harry Potters brother"

I nod again "Half Brothers. James got drunk after a successful raid and ended up shagging my mom. Nine months later I popped out. I am four days older than Harry."

"Why do you call your dad James?" Asked the teddy bear

"Well I never really knew him. It has always been just me and my mother so it doesn't really feel like I have a dad at all. My mother was the one who raised me not James Potter. I mean I am not saying he wasn't a good dad. From the stories my mom told me he was very affectionate and loved me very much just like he loved Harry but still I was a baby. I don't remember a time where I was with him and my mom only has the one picture of him. "

"I never really knew my dad either. He isn't d-dead or anything just um... He is at St. Mungos. I can visit him but he isn't really all there..." Neville says looking down at his hands.  

I pull him over so his head is on my lap and I stroke his head "It's ok teddy."

Neville feels embarrassed but he also finds the stroking relaxing so he doesn't move "Don't mind him Neville. Alex does the same thing when I am feeling depressed or sad." Harry spoke up then puts headphones into the jack of the cd player

"You know electronics don't work around magic don't you?" Book worm says

"That is true and false. Electronics can't be around a certain level of magic. This is a prototype from the Japanese Magical community. It's a cd player that mixes magic and technology together so it works even in heavily magical areas like Diagon Alley. The company, Toys of Raijin, is actually building a building in Hogsmeade this year." I inform miss 'I know more than you do'

"Alex talked them into it. They gave him 10% shares since he contributes to their ideas and is helping them set up shop in England. Plus he will be the manager of the England Branches in Hogsmeade and Diagon Alley, or rather mum will be until Alex is 15."

"Yep I talked them into making calculators for arithmancy. I figure that years 3 and above will go crazy over them."

"Wait are you telling me that you work with a company that makes electronics work with or around magic" Asked book worm

"Yea. They also have a business deal with Viper Technologies now. My mum provides them with tech that they try to make work around magic or with magic. They seem to really want computers, cell phones, and game consoles to work. In fact" I look at Harry "They said the Gameboy should be available around Christmas right Harry?"

Harry thinks a bit then nods "Yea I am sure you mentioned that to me once. I can't wait, it is a shame we couldn't bring our games with us." I chuckle slightly. I turned my brother into a gamer. I am so proud.

"What is a game boy?" asked Ron.

"A game boy is a hand held game console." Oh yea wizard duh "It is a device you hold in your hand with the buttons you control the character on the screen to do actions such as jump, fight, etc. It is rather fun. I myself enjoy the Legend of Zelda and Double Dragon." nope the two still look confused as hell "I'll show you when I get the prototypes. It should be around December but they are having difficulty with making both the system and game cartridges work without having them counteract each other."

I look out the window "Oh we are almost there. Probably should put on our robes. So Teddy and Bookworm you should go get your stuff." Bookworm huffs again but they both leave.

We finally stop and began to exit "First Years First years over here come along now" Ah Hagrid is guiding else. He waves at me and Harry, or probably just Harry. "Over here now. Four to a boat." Me, Harry, Teddy and for some reason the red head all get into one boat together. "Watch yer heads now" Does Hagrid know that he is like 9 feet tall thus about 4 feet bigger than a bunch of kids in boats?

We go up some stairs and before these great big doors stood Professor McGonagall the woman who responded to my mothers letter and brought Uncle Snape with her.

"The start of term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your houses. The Sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your house will be something like your family within Hogwarts. You will have classes with the rest of your house, sleep in your house dormitory and spend free time in your house common room."

"The four houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin. Each house has its own noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn your house points, while any rule-breaking will lose house points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the House Cup, a great honor. I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever house becomes yours."

"The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school. I suggest you all smarten yourselves up as much as you can while you are waiting."

{Last three paragraphs were an excerpt from J.K. Rowlings Harry Potter and the Philosophers Stone.}

Alexander Prince is known as many things. Genius, Prodigy, Fighter, Demon and now one more is added to that list, Wizard. With friends in High Places and more in low how will the Uncrowned Prince change the wizarding world and are they ready? Also why is his new Half Brother so famous in this world?

The writing gets better at chapter 10.

[I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER]

Nor do I own the picture. Here is a link to the source that I found the image on all credit to the artist who made it none to me. Alexanders Hair is supposed to be black but I can't find a black haired Vergil anywhere and I can't draw or edit to save my life so yea...

https://www.zerochan.net/1506148

Being a metamorph was nothing like I had expected. One of the healers said that it took a great deal of work to learn how to do it and concentration to hold the forms. Much to my surprise, it's really easy, stupidly so. I merely think about what I want to change and it stays that way until I tell it to go back.
Hair colour, eye colour, skin colour, well anything coloured, including tongues, Are the easiest, mainly because it creates no feeling. It's a simple pigment change. When I started playing around with muscles I started to feel the changes, the stretching of skin, the muscles rippling under my skin. I just have to remember to get the skin to grow along with muscles.
Doing bones has it's limits, I don't want to grow my ribs through my lungs so I only tried to grow everything at the same time, I got to about 6 foot before I couldn't push any further, pretty good for an eleven year-old. I can also shrink down to Flitwick's height, although I find myself short for breath, haven't quite got the fine control over my lungs yet.
I can see it being helpful for things like running, give myself bigger lungs, more muscles. The healers thought I'd need muscles in the first place, but it turns out I can just bring muscles into existence. I had a chat with one of the nurses about making a second mouth to constantly breath out of and use my first mouth to breath in, no puffing, just a constant stream of air to my lungs.
They put me on the magical equivalent of a treadmill and got me to run, turns out I can expel the lactic acid build up and sweat it out.
After signing some documents saying I wouldn't take on the form of ministry officials with the intent of slander, very precise, Flitwick informed me it was time to go to Diagon Alley.
I checked out of the hospital in my new 'base' form. It was really just a slightly muscled out and taller version of myself, I might have made my eyes a bit more green than they usually were, but no one needed to know that. I also opted to have vivid blue hair, No point in having a boring colour if I can have blue, right?
I winked at the intern at the check-in desk, she blushed and looked down with a smile. No one winks in real life, but I'll be damned if I don't try and change that.
"Ready Mr. Jackson?" Flitwick spoke up from beside me with a dark smile
"Uh" I stuttered "I suppose so?" Sounding very unsure, When in reality I was pretty sure I was about to be treated to apparition.
I shrank down a bit and grasped his arm.
My vision suddenly cut of as I felt myself being squeezed. It started off at my hand where I held Flitwick's arm and travelled up my arm and across my body. Before I could really register how uncomfortable it felt I was slammed down on a stone floor.
It appears I take after Tonks in my ability to keep my balance.
Flitwick still had his grin in place as he pulled my up with surprising strength.
"Not to worry, Zack. The first time is always a bit unsteady. Most people vomit." He informed me. The only reason I hadn't vomited was because I'd closed my stomach off from the rest of my body when I gripped his arm.
We walked round the corner only to find muggles acting the same as they'd done outside St. Mungos. They wouldn't even look at the pub. The famous Leaky Cauldron.
"Professor, Do you really use cauldrons? What use would a leaky one be? And what would cause a cauldron to leak?" I remembering to be a muggleborn.
The small man began to chuckle as he spoke "Yes we use cauldrons. If you wanted to leave a trail of potion, a leaky one would save you spooning the brew out. And if my colleges words are anything to go by 'Dunderheads' ruin cauldrons."
Before I could ask about the dunderheads, Flitwick pushed open the door to the pub.
It wasn't well lit, not dark enough to squint, but the lack of windows made it a bit dim. It was pretty packed, Many of the patrons were drinking thick smelling liquids, I changed the insides of my nose back to that of a human. Whilst it looked the same on the outside, I had a much more powerful sense of smell, perhaps that of a dog. With so many people around it was incredibly unpleasant.
The barman, Tom, grinned and waved us over.
"G'Mornin' Professor" He called to us.
"Ah, Tom McBridge" He replied "Graduating class of 1950, correct?"
"Thas right Professor" His grin widened if possible "Got an 'O' in charms n' me newts thanks to yeh" He stated proudly
"Come now, Tom. You did all the hard work. Zack, This is Tom, an old student of mine. He runs the bar of the Leaky Cauldron." Flitwick explained
Tom held out his hand to me "Zack Jackson" I explain. I noted that his hands are incredibly well maintained, neat cuticles and clean fingernails. Not what I would expect from a barkeep, but I imagine being good at charms means that he does it without really paying attention.
"Another firs' year I take it?" He queried, I simply nodded.
Tom's eyes focused on something over my shoulder. I could fell the air shift.
"Ah, Hagrid. The usual I presume?" He smiled
The giant of a man dominated the surrounding area, some of the patrons were looking up at him, whilst some didn't spare him a second glance, obviously used to his enormity. I looked up at him, and sure enough, beard and all, was Hagrid. His huge coat squeaked a bit as he shuffled forward.
"No thanks, Tom. I'm on official Hogwarts business." Hagrid boomed.
"Just helping Harry 'ere get his school supplies" He continued in a loud voice.
This caused all the people in the pub to go silent and look at the small boy behind Hagrid. I took this time to glance around the pub, I saw Quirrel with a sour expression on his face and Mundungus Fletcher in a shadowy corner, I see him taking the galleons and whatever he was selling off the table whilst the attention is on Harry before running off.
The mad rush to touch Harry Potter begins, people were pushing, shoving and shouting, all trying to shake hands with the Boy-Who-Lived. He dutifully shook the hands of people that got to him, one hag like women tried to get a lock of his hair, only to be thrown away by Hagrid.
"Thas enough out o' You lot! Y'should be ashamed o' yerselves, bullrushing a child like tha'!" Roared a very angry Rubeus Hagrid.
As the crowds shuffled away from the Boy-Who-Lived, Hagrid began to calm down as Flitwick and myself ventured over. Hagrid immediately cheered up.
"'Ello Perfessor! Didn't notice You there" Not seeming to realise the potential slight at his height. Flitwick took it in good nature.
"Hello Hagrid. It would appear we are both escorting first years today, This is Zack Jackson" He indicated to me
Hagrid beamed down at me "'Ello!" He shook my hand roughly "I'm Rubeus Hagrid, Gamekeeper and Keeper o' keys for Hogwarts" He boomed.
"Hello Professor" I replied, rubbing my wrist from the hand shake
"O, non 'o tha' now, Jest Hagrid" He smiled at me again before waving a hand towards Harry. "This is Harry Potter, He's a first year like yerself"
I looked at Harry Potter properly for the first time. In my peripheral vision I could see his over sized clothes and messy hair, I figured he wouldn't appreciate me gawking at his scar, so I merely looked at his eyes and shook his hand. So many hands to shake.
After a brief exchange between Hagrid and my own escort, it was decided we would go to the bank first. Since I have no money, this worried me. Hagrid pushed a path through the pub to a brick wall through a doorway with no door.
Flitwick tapped the only three bricks that stood out, it seems that after decades of daily tappings had taken a toll in the bricks, leaving them slightly lighter than the others.
The effect was pretty cool. The bricks started to twist outward and folded away creating two pillars framing the newly created door.
"Nifty" I muttered, mostly to myself, earning a chuckle from Flitwick.
The alley was a sight to behold. Witches and wizards darting between shops and the dull murmur only adding to the charm. Old witches shouting about sales on liver of various animals, a group of children gushing over the newest racing broom, the Nimbus 2000. Harry and I were guided down the street, craning out neck, trying to bring in as much information as we would manage. At the far end of the street I could see Ollivanders wand shop. To my left was Eyelops owl emporium and next to Madam Malkins Robe shop was the crowning jewel. Gringotts.
Standing slightly wonky, only magic keeping it up no doubt. It stood a good two floors above any other shop.
A loud burst of cheers erupted down the street in front of Quality Quidditch Supplies as an owner of a brand new Nimbus 2000 walked out the door holding the broom high. Being completely ignorant about brooms, I could only guess what made this broom better than others. It must be faster than it's predecessors in order to be a racing broom no doubt. It never claimed to be for Quidditch, So I can only assume it's not good for corners.
"Professor" I say to Flitwick "What makes this broom better than others? More importantly, what makes it fly?" Genuine questions.
Hagrid let out a bark of laughter "Looks like You got yer latest Raven there, Perfessor!" Flitwick laughed along with him. I gave Harry a shrug.
"Nimbus Broom Co. try to balance their brooms between manoeuvrability and speed, Making them ideal Quidditch brooms. This particular one is designed for chasers as it's slightly better for speed, rather than the quick turning brooms made for seekers." I nodded at this. Chasers wouldn't need turning brooms as much as a seeker would, having to chase the snitch, it's different than to trying to get the quaffle from one side of the pitch to the other. Very logical for wizards.
Brought back to Diagon Alley by Flitwick clearing his throat, he continued his explanation.
"As to what makes them fly, There is a method of imbuing permanent spell effects into an object, this is called enchanting. It's different to charming something as it uses more power and occasionally a reagent, such as fur, blood or feathers. Enchants last longer than charms, it is said that a philosophers stone can create permanent enchantments." This caught my attention. I remembered that Hagrid was to collect the stone from Gringotts today. I almost missed Flitwick exchanging a look with Hagrid.
I realised this just as we were walking into the bank. The floor was made of highly polished marble. In fact the whole building seemed to be made out of the same marble.
"Key please" A goblin barked at Hagrid when he asked about Harry's vault. He began to did through his pockets until he pulled out a small golden key. "Vault 687. Potter trust vault"
"Ah" Hagrid said, pulling out a small piece of paper and exchanging a look with Flitwick. "This is about you-know-what, in vault you-know-which." The goblin merely nodded after reading it.
"Master Flitwick, May heads roll. Key" Flitwick gave a bow at the honorific and handed over silver key. "Vault 800. Hogwarts Scholarship Vault. GRIPHOOK!"
Griphook quickly ran over. "Vaults 687, 713, 800"
"Yessir" He barked out as he lead us to the carts.
"Scholarship vault?" I asked curiously.
"I owled Headmaster Dumbledore whilst the healers were running tests on you. He agreed to bring you into the scholarship program due to your … unique skills and familial position"
Obviously seeing the blank look on my face, he continued as the cart started to lurch forward.
"Metamorph orphan, Mr. Jackson. 1000 galleons to start with and an additional 100 Galleons a month into your vault to use as you see fit. Hogwarts fees already paid for." He all but yelled at me.
The cart stopped and Griphook jumped out first.
"Vault 687" He barked. Moving the keyhole cover aside he twisted the key to open the huge vault door.

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this is just a book im reading and need the audio function! so dont waste time here im already in chapte 55 or something

Voldemort, was a disappointment and no matter how many times I read Harry Potter to find any redeeming qualities of the man I am met with disappointment, There were so many simple ways he could've gone about his goals, and easily at that but he just always has to be dramatic about it, I speculate that all those Horcrux's really messed with his head. I sighed in dejection at the villain and drifted off to sleep.
My eyes fluttered open and It felt more like I hadn't slept in weeks I looked around to realize I'm surrounded by dreary forestry, and this black haze all around me, as I looked around in panic I saw my reflection on a puddle and did the only thing that seemed sane, I screamed! The demonic voice I belted out  let me know that I was awake and this wasn't some elaborate dream I've cooked up, I was about to break down on myself doubting my sanity when a whole series of memories flashed through my head, From the days at an orphanage to rituals and murder, and oh the massacres, They would've made the strongest of men break, then it hit me, the familiarity and the horror, I was the wraith of Voldemort!, I was the abomination that took lives at his pleasure and tortured for his amusement, And I wasn't even completely whole, I was his Wraith!
For days I was processing the new memories I had and lamenting my misfortune for waking up as this disappointment, I was about to go into another rant of insanity and curse the heavens or whatever Gods that exist when the memory of the night before my plight flashed through my mind, I realized how much better I could've been as him, 'I could've been him, but better' , The thought hummed in my head repeating on and on, enough to drown out my insane rants and made me think, Really think, 'My life before now, Do I even want it back?'. My life had been nothing if not mediocre and I would've died like just another face in the crowd, but here I can change things, I am already someone, and I can turn that someone from the villain he is to a household name greater than Merlin. Determination lit my eyes like a blaze, 'Ahhhhhh' I Screamed in fright at the Blood red glowing eyes in the puddle, oh.... it's only me!, I laughed at my own amusing antics only to shiver at how demonic my voice was, Dark Lord for the win!
Weeks passed and I had gone through my memories new and old, being a natural Occlumense helped in recalling everything to the minute details, I finally had a plan to get my body back, As I was going through the memories I realised the longer I remained in this form the more my humanity is lost and still having a conscience I would prevent that at all costs. Tom riddles memories were a treasure trove of knowledge, and it wasn't all dark, He was highly accomplished in all forms of magic and I was gonna make use of all of it to further my goals. 
I had gone through my knowledge enough to begin the first phase of my plan, I mustered up all the magic I could and called out, " Dobby!", a soft pop sounded in front of me and I saw the bumbling little elf I've come to love from the series, I didn't want to risk it escaping so I attacked its mind aiming for possession. Screams of incomprehensible pain were heard from the House-elf, I was glad that my conscience was eroded enough for guilt to not interfere with the task. For days on end, the screaming continued and I was stripping control from the creature to me, slowly but surely and it took me a week to finally subdue its psyche. Waking from a successful possession I walked up to a puddle to see that the Elf's skin has gone completely black, blemishes and deformities from punishments completely gone and eyes were scarlet red with an eerie glow, I smirked at my first accomplishment in this world and fist pumped " the return of Volder-elf",I sweatdropped at the realisation that my former personality was still dominant but relaxed at the realisation that it would aid in stopping the loss of my humanity, I sat down to meditate on the Elf's memories, I was delightfully surprised that the elf was allowed access to the Malfoy Vaults along with the Lestrange mansion , I popped to Malfoy Manor, It was an Old English house that screamed aristocracy with a dab of French architecture and it was no doubt built to portray their wealth , I popped to where Dobby had seen the Horcrux and grabbed Toms Diary.
 As I held it I felt like a part of me was whole again and it reconfirmed my belief that I was proceeding in the right direction, Voldemort was a fool to have split his soul, The theory that a wizards magic comes from the soul was confirmed by this as well, and baffled it me immensely at the sheer absurdity of Voldermort, Imagine the power he would have with a complete soul if a mere fraction could allow him to contest Albus Dumbledore. I shook my head in amusement and popped to the library. I spent months going through every book in the Malfoy library and vaults, I also Pilfered enough gold along with the wands in the Malfoy collection, Being a house-elf gave me the right magic to be low-key and untraceable as I was invisible throughout the process. I popped to the Lestrange mansion in hopes of finding a vault key, The house was dismal and it gave me the impression of a haunted house, I ransacked the house of anything valuable and popped it all to Riddle Manor, It stood on a hill overlooking the village, some of its windows boarded, tiles missing from its roof, and ivy spreading unchecked over its face. Once a fine-looking manor, and easily the largest and grandest building for miles around, the Riddle House was now damp, derelict, and unoccupied, I Used inherent house-elf magic to fix up the dungeons to hold all that I had taken from my former loyalists and proceeded with my tasks. I popped to The Lestrange Vaults and grabbed the Hufflepuff's Cup and anything of value, I then proceeded to the Room of requirements at Hogwarts, I wasn't worried about good old Dumbles finding out for if a teacher can go about under his nose under possession what hope does he have of detecting a house elf, scoffing at the absurdity of the magical world, I seized everything in the room to sort out later and I popped to Riddle Manor. I had everything ready for making myself whole again, thereby almost halting the degradation of my soul, The Diary, The Ring, The Cup and the Diadem, I've got all but The locket and Harry, so I called out to the one person that could fix half my problem, " Kreacher" A soft pop later in front of me hunched and ragged stood the mangiest elf that had been haunting Grimmauld place like a vengeful spirit, "Dobby, No!, You are no Elf, You are Dark, so very Dark, A wizard!" He said in a withered voice, I didn't bother explaining it to him and I pointed him to the Relics so as to gain his attention, when he felt their aura he screeched in disgust and yelled incomprehensibly, "Bring me the Locket and I will complete your masters last wish" I said laced with compulsion charms, He stared at me for a long while trying to appraise my honesty, but the compulsion won over as it nodded and popped to retrieve the relic. " You will know when it is done"I whispered as I held Salazar's Locket. Now, with the pieces all in place, it was time to regain a complete soul.
The next few days were spent in setting up the ritual to merge my soul, The process was already there to counteract the process of creating the horcrux and it needed the catalyst of feeling genuine remorse, which was simple as murder was against my morals and replaying the memories of each act brought both genuine repentance to facilitate the ritual, I've also researched extensively on the subject and successful modified it so as to purge the personalities from each piece, I wouldn't want the real Voldermort taking over my psyche, to acquire the final piece I've Strengthened the link to Harry potter through a ritual thereby cutting off the need for him to be present for it, That was the hardest for me to do but this new mind I've acquired is nothing to scoff at as Tom Riddle already had contingencies in place, he created a way to remotely acquire a part of his soul if it were to ever fall into the wrong hands, I just had to modify the process to suit a living vessel as Harry's soul would have interfered with the process. Once everything was ready I lay at the centre of the ritual circle and waited as the ambient magic saturating the air power the ritual, as the clock struck 12, I Screamed as the ritual activated itself and it didn't take even a second for Dobbys body to explode in blood and gore the rise in power was too much for the fragile body of an elf. Time passed  slowly and I for one was having a very intimate moment with my soul, I could feel myself whole again when I woke, I was a wraith once again, but this time I was not like the empty shell I started off as, I felt power and more control of my mind and my appearance could pass off as a dementor if not for their ability to absorb positive emotions, I wasn't done admiring myself when I saw Kreacher pop in, all according to plan I screeched into his body acquiring means of completing my tasks. The process took mere moments and I wasn't even winded in relation to when I first did this, Kreachers body had healed completely and was now as black as the darkest Night, the magic coursing through me was intoxicating, until I coughed up blood, I then realized the power boost had reduced the duration i could inhabit a single body so i quickly popped to black manor and robbed the place blind before my connection to its wards break, After that was done it was time for Phase 2.I popped to the house of Barty Crouch, hoping to find a blindly loyal accomplise to my schemes and I surveyed the house to find it all but abandoned if not for Junior and a house-elf I proceeded to the room and I knocked out Winky, I grabbed Barty Crouch Junior and popped to Riddle mannor , " who what, what are you?" rasped the man as he barely stood up from a long period of imprisonment " I am a house elf sent by the dark lord to give you a mission" I said darkly and his eyes widened " the dark lord!, I knew that brat couldnt have defeated him!, I will not fail him, what do i have to do?" I described the ritual he needed to concoct and provided him with the means to acquire the ingredients, leaving him to his own musing I glamoured myself to the form of a child and I popped to Little Whinging, Surrey.
 I saw little potter going to school so I decided to use his monster of a cousin for my plan, I gave him a vial and compelled him to brutally take the blood I need for the ritual, after a few hours I was smiling in glee at a mission accomplished. Becoming Voldemort has had consequences on my psyche and I know that, but it is too late to fix those and I may need these little personality defects if I am to fix this world.I've always wondered about Harry's ability for parseltongue and the books in the black Library confirmed my theory, In order to be a parselmouth, you need to be born one, for it is a genetic addition to your vocal cords that allow it. The piece of Voldemort's soul cannot physically allow him to speak it. With that theory confirmed I decided to Use the bones of Lily Evans Potter for the ritual, She was magical and also was most definitely from a prominent line, ironic considering that Harry Potter will be a pureblood then. The research I've done confirms that bone of the father is a symbolic representation of parents so its no issue using her bones, considering me and Potter are linked making it foolproof.
Months passed and Potter was at Hogwarts now, and It was Almost Halloween when everything had come together for my resurrection, I had blocked my connection to the Protean Charms on the Death Eaters, as it would not do to change the status quo of the death eaters before I am ready, I had charmed Harry's pet Hedwig to show me everything that goes on at Hogwarts and there is not much excitement if not for Dumbledore personally teaching defence and Quirrell had remained the Muggle Studies teacher. It looks like a peaceful year for Potter, he was still a Gryffindor and Ronald Weasley was still his best friend, Hermione was with them too, it appears that Quirrell would have let the troll go by mistake even without Voldemort manipulations. I was broken out of my musings when Crouch Jr told me that the ritual was ready. It was dreary and the magic in the graveyard was suffocating, I had modified the ritual in a way that flesh of the servant could be substituted with the full magic saturated body of Kreature, basilisk and Pheonix blood along with the heart of a pureblood Veela, sue me for being vain.
 Crouch begins the ritual causing magic to hum with fever; he chants, "Bone of the father, unknowingly given. You will renew your son!" Barty sends it into the cauldron. He takes the substitutes, the vials of blood the heart and I lower myself into the cauldron, he continues haltingly, "Flesh of the servant willingly given you will revive your master." he collects the blood in the vial and as he drips it into the cauldron, he chants, "blood of the enemy forcibly taken ,you will resurrect your foe." With that said Barty Crouch Jr collapsed by the pressure that magic was forcing on the graveyard, Hours passed and from the children rose the boy, The ritual had succeeded all too well, His appearance divine in every sense of the word, bright green eyes and silver hair along with an athletic physique, but the power he radiated was palpating causing the rubble around him to move with his stride to clear the way. I conjured a mirror and admired myself, It seems that use of the house-elf has made my use of magic instinctive, as I suspected, I wandlessly vanished all signs of the ritual and grabbed Barty to Pop to the manor, only to stop and realise that I've gained the house-elves method of apparition, this is a great boon considering most don't put up Wards for it.
I dressed myself and sat down to focus on my occlumency, this was the first time I was going to do it and it was going to be the last, I organised all my memories and modified them to show the play that would act as a decoy for my new life as lord Slytherin, I wouldn't want anyone suspecting me of being Voldemort before everything was ready, I decided to use something from my previous life and Made my mindscape in the form of a Computer, This era has yet to see it so there won't be anyone that can make sense of it if I were under legilamency. and Afterward I spent days Legilamencing Crouch to condition him as my butler, which was really cause I needed an Alfred to my Batman, It was a success and I conditioned him to cater to all my needs. I've also already gone through all the books in the library and my duelling skills were more than equal to Dumbledore, if not better with my wandless magic, If only I was going about my goals the physical way I would have marked it as a major achievement.
 Phase 2 was finally over. Now comes the final phase to getting my life back together, Integrating into soceity, I used the Dark mark to forcefully apparate Igor Karkaroff to the manor, the head master of durmstrung appeared in his pyjamas looking mighty hilarious and if not for the look of utter fear on his face I wouldve found it amusing " Igor" was all I said and he knelt on the ground shaking " My lord, I did not mean to betray you," was all he could stutor out before I used legilamency on him, I went through his mind and it was clear the dog would go to which way the wind is blowing, Deciding to modify his memories extensively to give myself an alibi, I made him think that Barty was his blood adopted son and that both of them were tasked by the last slytherins to raise their heir in secret, I made extensive memories that could provide for that along with private tutor sessions, Afterwards I took some of his blood and mixed it with the dark potion I got from the black mansion used for blood adoption, I mixed a little house elf blood to boot to aid my loyal follower, " drink" was all I said and he chugged it down, I watched in amazement as he writh on the floor in pain and finally stopped, I used some pheonix tears to relieve his pain and he rose slowly, he looked much like a younger Karkaroff and could defenitly pass for his son, I eneverted Karkoroff and checked for any mistakes in his conditioning, satisfied with my work we used a portkey to Durmsturng.
The ritual I used de-aged me till I was 14 years old, so I am still unable to take lordship of my houses, But it was all according to plan, I was enrolled into Durmstrung as a ward under Karkoroff and integrated with the daily happenings easily, I took my OWLS and NEWTS together under special consideration and Passed with All outstanding, I then proceeded to go for my masters in Potions, Transfiguration, DADA and Charms to keep my image up, it was all formalities as the knowledge I possess was spades above what I was learning. I also started playing in the quidditch leagues as Thomas Evans, I used this name to keep myself hidden and also to mess with Dumbledore, later on, I was the reserve Seeker to the Bulgarian team and was racking up a lot of publicity for my looks, I was honestly quite worried about all this as I didn't want to attract the wrong attention but it was needed for a successful political career. I had maxed out my skill with compulsion charms with the start of my career in Quidditch as the fangirls were relentless and ravenous as wolfs, I had my flings at the start with random cheerleaders and some Veela but now I just seclude myself from the commotion.
I've visited a lot of countries and come to be on the first name basis with most ministers, It helped that Karkaroff being my ward conveying that I was definitely a pureblood, Slowly but surely the pieces were coming together, it won't be long before my plans truly start beginning. I haven't stopped observing the life of Harry Potter and to say the least it was uninteresting, The first year was dull and since no one moved to take the philosophers stone It was destroyed by Dumbledore, I scoffed at the mans absurdity, Would a 700 year old legend give his most prized possession to a child, of course not, I once again shook my head at the absurdity of the events that would've taken place had I not taken over as Voldemort. Harry's second year was completely normal, I saw that Ginny Weasley has gotten the Diary again but considering its a fake I planted so that Lucius wouldn't panic the poor girl just got some new stationery, and Harry had the most normal school year ever, and considering that the Weasleys did not go on their little vacation to Egypt with the remunerations from Ginny's possession, Sirius Black had no reason to escape Azkaban, This led to another normal school year for young Harry. But the fourth year will be where my dramatic reveal finally be happening.

Voldemort, was a disappointment and no matter how many times I read Harry Potter to find any redeeming qualities of the man I am met with disappointment, There were so many simple ways he could've gone about his goals, and easily at that but he just always has to be dramatic about it, I speculate that all those Horcrux's really messed with his head. I sighed in dejection at the villain and drifted off to sleep.
My eyes fluttered open and It felt more like I hadn't slept in weeks I looked around to realize I'm surrounded by dreary forestry, and this black haze all around me, as I looked around in panic I saw my reflection on a puddle and did the only thing that seemed sane, I screamed! The demonic voice I belted out  let me know that I was awake and this wasn't some elaborate dream I've cooked up, I was about to break down on myself doubting my sanity when a whole series of memories flashed through my head, From the days at an orphanage to rituals and murder, and oh the massacres, They would've made the strongest of men break, then it hit me, the familiarity and the horror, I was the wraith of Voldemort!, I was the abomination that took lives at his pleasure and tortured for his amusement, And I wasn't even completely whole, I was his Wraith!
For days I was processing the new memories I had and lamenting my misfortune for waking up as this disappointment, I was about to go into another rant of insanity and curse the heavens or whatever Gods that exist when the memory of the night before my plight flashed through my mind, I realized how much better I could've been as him, 'I could've been him, but better' , The thought hummed in my head repeating on and on, enough to drown out my insane rants and made me think, Really think, 'My life before now, Do I even want it back?'. My life had been nothing if not mediocre and I would've died like just another face in the crowd, but here I can change things, I am already someone, and I can turn that someone from the villain he is to a household name greater than Merlin. Determination lit my eyes like a blaze, 'Ahhhhhh' I Screamed in fright at the Blood red glowing eyes in the puddle, oh.... it's only me!, I laughed at my own amusing antics only to shiver at how demonic my voice was, Dark Lord for the win!
Weeks passed and I had gone through my memories new and old, being a natural Occlumense helped in recalling everything to the minute details, I finally had a plan to get my body back, As I was going through the memories I realised the longer I remained in this form the more my humanity is lost and still having a conscience I would prevent that at all costs. Tom riddles memories were a treasure trove of knowledge, and it wasn't all dark, He was highly accomplished in all forms of magic and I was gonna make use of all of it to further my goals. 
I had gone through my knowledge enough to begin the first phase of my plan, I mustered up all the magic I could and called out, " Dobby!", a soft pop sounded in front of me and I saw the bumbling little elf I've come to love from the series, I didn't want to risk it escaping so I attacked its mind aiming for possession. Screams of incomprehensible pain were heard from the House-elf, I was glad that my conscience was eroded enough for guilt to not interfere with the task. For days on end, the screaming continued and I was stripping control from the creature to me, slowly but surely and it took me a week to finally subdue its psyche. Waking from a successful possession I walked up to a puddle to see that the Elf's skin has gone completely black, blemishes and deformities from punishments completely gone and eyes were scarlet red with an eerie glow, I smirked at my first accomplishment in this world and fist pumped " the return of Volder-elf",I sweatdropped at the realisation that my former personality was still dominant but relaxed at the realisation that it would aid in stopping the loss of my humanity, I sat down to meditate on the Elf's memories, I was delightfully surprised that the elf was allowed access to the Malfoy Vaults along with the Lestrange mansion , I popped to Malfoy Manor, It was an Old English house that screamed aristocracy with a dab of French architecture and it was no doubt built to portray their wealth , I popped to where Dobby had seen the Horcrux and grabbed Toms Diary.
 As I held it I felt like a part of me was whole again and it reconfirmed my belief that I was proceeding in the right direction, Voldemort was a fool to have split his soul, The theory that a wizards magic comes from the soul was confirmed by this as well, and baffled it me immensely at the sheer absurdity of Voldermort, Imagine the power he would have with a complete soul if a mere fraction could allow him to contest Albus Dumbledore. I shook my head in amusement and popped to the library. I spent months going through every book in the Malfoy library and vaults, I also Pilfered enough gold along with the wands in the Malfoy collection, Being a house-elf gave me the right magic to be low-key and untraceable as I was invisible throughout the process. I popped to the Lestrange mansion in hopes of finding a vault key, The house was dismal and it gave me the impression of a haunted house, I ransacked the house of anything valuable and popped it all to Riddle Manor, It stood on a hill overlooking the village, some of its windows boarded, tiles missing from its roof, and ivy spreading unchecked over its face. Once a fine-looking manor, and easily the largest and grandest building for miles around, the Riddle House was now damp, derelict, and unoccupied, I Used inherent house-elf magic to fix up the dungeons to hold all that I had taken from my former loyalists and proceeded with my tasks. I popped to The Lestrange Vaults and grabbed the Hufflepuff's Cup and anything of value, I then proceeded to the Room of requirements at Hogwarts, I wasn't worried about good old Dumbles finding out for if a teacher can go about under his nose under possession what hope does he have of detecting a house elf, scoffing at the absurdity of the magical world, I seized everything in the room to sort out later and I popped to Riddle Manor. I had everything ready for making myself whole again, thereby almost halting the degradation of my soul, The Diary, The Ring, The Cup and the Diadem, I've got all but The locket and Harry, so I called out to the one person that could fix half my problem, " Kreacher" A soft pop later in front of me hunched and ragged stood the mangiest elf that had been haunting Grimmauld place like a vengeful spirit, "Dobby, No!, You are no Elf, You are Dark, so very Dark, A wizard!" He said in a withered voice, I didn't bother explaining it to him and I pointed him to the Relics so as to gain his attention, when he felt their aura he screeched in disgust and yelled incomprehensibly, "Bring me the Locket and I will complete your masters last wish" I said laced with compulsion charms, He stared at me for a long while trying to appraise my honesty, but the compulsion won over as it nodded and popped to retrieve the relic. " You will know when it is done"I whispered as I held Salazar's Locket. Now, with the pieces all in place, it was time to regain a complete soul.
The next few days were spent in setting up the ritual to merge my soul, The process was already there to counteract the process of creating the horcrux and it needed the catalyst of feeling genuine remorse, which was simple as murder was against my morals and replaying the memories of each act brought both genuine repentance to facilitate the ritual, I've also researched extensively on the subject and successful modified it so as to purge the personalities from each piece, I wouldn't want the real Voldermort taking over my psyche, to acquire the final piece I've Strengthened the link to Harry potter through a ritual thereby cutting off the need for him to be present for it, That was the hardest for me to do but this new mind I've acquired is nothing to scoff at as Tom Riddle already had contingencies in place, he created a way to remotely acquire a part of his soul if it were to ever fall into the wrong hands, I just had to modify the process to suit a living vessel as Harry's soul would have interfered with the process. Once everything was ready I lay at the centre of the ritual circle and waited as the ambient magic saturating the air power the ritual, as the clock struck 12, I Screamed as the ritual activated itself and it didn't take even a second for Dobbys body to explode in blood and gore the rise in power was too much for the fragile body of an elf. Time passed  slowly and I for one was having a very intimate moment with my soul, I could feel myself whole again when I woke, I was a wraith once again, but this time I was not like the empty shell I started off as, I felt power and more control of my mind and my appearance could pass off as a dementor if not for their ability to absorb positive emotions, I wasn't done admiring myself when I saw Kreacher pop in, all according to plan I screeched into his body acquiring means of completing my tasks. The process took mere moments and I wasn't even winded in relation to when I first did this, Kreachers body had healed completely and was now as black as the darkest Night, the magic coursing through me was intoxicating, until I coughed up blood, I then realized the power boost had reduced the duration i could inhabit a single body so i quickly popped to black manor and robbed the place blind before my connection to its wards break, After that was done it was time for Phase 2.I popped to the house of Barty Crouch, hoping to find a blindly loyal accomplise to my schemes and I surveyed the house to find it all but abandoned if not for Junior and a house-elf I proceeded to the room and I knocked out Winky, I grabbed Barty Crouch Junior and popped to Riddle mannor , " who what, what are you?" rasped the man as he barely stood up from a long period of imprisonment " I am a house elf sent by the dark lord to give you a mission" I said darkly and his eyes widened " the dark lord!, I knew that brat couldnt have defeated him!, I will not fail him, what do i have to do?" I described the ritual he needed to concoct and provided him with the means to acquire the ingredients, leaving him to his own musing I glamoured myself to the form of a child and I popped to Little Whinging, Surrey.
 I saw little potter going to school so I decided to use his monster of a cousin for my plan, I gave him a vial and compelled him to brutally take the blood I need for the ritual, after a few hours I was smiling in glee at a mission accomplished. Becoming Voldemort has had consequences on my psyche and I know that, but it is too late to fix those and I may need these little personality defects if I am to fix this world.I've always wondered about Harry's ability for parseltongue and the books in the black Library confirmed my theory, In order to be a parselmouth, you need to be born one, for it is a genetic addition to your vocal cords that allow it. The piece of Voldemort's soul cannot physically allow him to speak it. With that theory confirmed I decided to Use the bones of Lily Evans Potter for the ritual, She was magical and also was most definitely from a prominent line, ironic considering that Harry Potter will be a pureblood then. The research I've done confirms that bone of the father is a symbolic representation of parents so its no issue using her bones, considering me and Potter are linked making it foolproof.
Months passed and Potter was at Hogwarts now, and It was Almost Halloween when everything had come together for my resurrection, I had blocked my connection to the Protean Charms on the Death Eaters, as it would not do to change the status quo of the death eaters before I am ready, I had charmed Harry's pet Hedwig to show me everything that goes on at Hogwarts and there is not much excitement if not for Dumbledore personally teaching defence and Quirrell had remained the Muggle studies teacher. It looks like a peaceful year for Potter, he was still a Gryffindor and Ronald Weasley was still his best friend, Hermione was with them too, it appears that Quirrell would have let the troll go by mistake even without Voldemort manipulations. I was broken out of my musings when Crouch Jr told me that the ritual was ready.It was dreary and the magic in the graveyard was suffocating, I had modified the ritual in a way that flesh of the servant could be substituted with the full magic saturated body of Kreature, basilisk and Pheonix blood along with the heart of a pureblood Veela, sue me for being vain.
 Crouch begins the ritual causing magic to hum with fever ; he chants, "Bone of the father, unknowingly given. You will renew your son!" Barty sends it into the cauldron. He takes the substitutes, the vials of blood the heart and i lower myself into the cauldron , he continues haltingly, "Flesh of the servant willingly given you will revive your master." he collects the blood in the vial and as he drips it into the cauldron, he chants, "blood of the enemy forcibly taken ,you will resurrect your foe." With that said Barty Crouch Jr collapsed by the pressure that magic was forcing on the graveyard, Hours passed and from the children rose the boy, The ritual had succeeded all too well, His appearance divine in every sense of the word, bright green eyes and silver hair along with an athletic physique, but the power he radiated was palpating causing the rubble around him to move with his stride to clear the way.I conjured a mirror and admired myself, It seems that use of the house-elf has made my use of magic instinctive, as I suspected, I wandlessly vanished all signs of the ritual and grabbed Barty to Pop to the manor, only to stop and realise that I've gained the house-elves method of apparition, this is a great boon considering most don't put up Wards for it.
I dressed myself and sat down to focus on my occlumency, this was the first time I was going to do it and it was going to be the last, I organised all my memories and modified them to show the play that would act as a decoy for my new life as lord Slytherin, I wouldn't want anyone suspecting me of being Voldemort before everything was ready, I decided to use something from my previous life and Made my mindscape in the form of a Computer, This era has yet to see it so there won't be anyone that can make sense of it if I were under legilamency. and Afterward I spent days Legilamencing Crouch to condition him as my butler, which was really cause I needed an Alfred to my Batman, It was a success and I conditioned him to cater to all my needs. I've also already gone through all the books in the library and my duelling skills were more than equal to Dumbledore, if not better with my wandless magic, If only I was going about my goals the physical way I would have marked it as a major achievement.
 Phase 2 was finally over.Now comes the final phase to getting my life back together, Integrating into soceity, I used the Dark mark to forcefully apparate Igor Karkaroff to the manor, the head master of durmstrung appeared in his pajamas looking mighty hilarious and if not for the look of utter fear on his face I wouldve found it amusing " Igor" was all I said and he knelt on the ground shaking " My lord, I did not mean to betray you," was all he could stutor out before I used legilamency on him, I went through his mind and it was clear the dog would go to which way the wind is blowing, Deciding to modify his memories extensively to give myself an alibi, I made him think that Barty was his blood adopted son and that both of them were tasked by the last slytherins to raise their heir in secret, I made extensive memories that could provide for that along with private tutor sessions, Afterwards I took some of his blood and mixed it with the dark potion I got from the black mansion used for blood adoption, I mixed a little house elf blood to boot to aid my loyal follower, " drink" was all I said and he chugged it down, I watched in amazement as he writh on the floor in pain and finally stopped, I used some pheonix tears to relieve his pain and he rose slowly, he looked much like a younger Karkaroff and could defenitly pass for his son, I eneverted Karkoroff and checked for any mistakes in his conditioning, satisfied with my work we used a portkey to Durmsturng.
The ritual I used de-aged me till I was 14 years old, so I am still unable to take lordship of my houses, But it was all according to plan, I was enrolled into Durmstrung as a ward under Karkoroff and integrated with the daily happenings easily, I took my OWLS and NEWTS together under special consideration and Passed with All outstanding, I then proceeded to go for my masters in Potions, Transfiguration, DADA and Charms to keep my image up, it was all formalities as the knowledge I possess was spades above what I was learning. I also started playing in the quidditch leagues as Thomas Evans, I used this name to keep myself hidden and also to mess with Dumbledore, later on, I was the reserve Seeker to the Bulgarian team and was racking up a lot of publicity for my looks, I was honestly quite worried about all this as I didn't want to attract the wrong attention but it was needed for a successful political career. I had maxed out my skill with compulsion charms with the start of my career in Quidditch as the fangirls were relentless and ravenous as wolfs, I had my flings at the start with random cheerleaders and some Veela but now I just seclude myself from the comotion.
I've visited a lot of countries and come to be on the first name basis with most ministers, It helped that Karkaroff being my ward conveying that I was definitely a pureblood, Slowly but surely the pieces were coming together, it won't be long before my plans truly start beginning. I haven't stopped observing the life of Harry Potter and to say the least it was uninteresting, The first year was dull and since no one moved to take the philosophers stone It was destroyed by Dumbledore, I scoffed at the mans absurdity, Would a 700 year old legend give his most prized possession to a child, of course not, I once again shook my head at the absurdity of the events that would've taken place had I not taken over as Voldemort. Harry's second year was completely normal, I saw that Ginny Weasley has gotten the Diary again but considering its a fake I planted so that Lucius wouldn't panic the poor girl just got some new stationery, and Harry had the most normal school year ever, and considering that the Weasleys did not go on their little vacation to Egypt with the remunerations from ginny's possession, Sirius Black had no reason to escape Azkaban, This led to another normal school year for young Harry. But the fourth year will be where my dramatic reveal finally be happening.

Shikamaru Nara was going to sleep after his first birthday celebration when he was bombarded with visions of memories, barren wastelands of destruction and pale horned being destroying everything in their path, He was there as well with a blond-haired man with a golden Cloak and an Uchiha, trying to minimise the damage, the last thing he saw was a blast of energy from the eye in the beings palm before waking up screaming.

this story belongs to LeadVonE I'm simply sharing it here because its unavailable 

Harry Potter has been banged up for ten years in the hellhole brig of Azkaban for a crime he didn't commit, and his traitorous brother, the not-really-boy-who-lived, has royally messed things up. After meeting Fate and Death, Harry is given a second chance to squash Voldemort, dodge a thousand years in prison, and snatch everything his hated brother holds dear. H/Hr/LL/DG/GW.

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Harry's life consisted of a series of unlikely events. Faced with basilisks, Dark Lords, and killing curses, the only certainty to be had was that he would never be normal. So while Harry had dared to hope that once Voldemort was defeated, peace would follow, it was inevitable that the opposite turned out to be the case.

The idea of Pureblood Superiority did not die alongside Voldemort. The Death Eaters remained in control of the Ministry and, in the chaos following the Dark Lord's defeat, managed to free those who had been captured during the battle at Hogwarts. They quickly made their power felt, passing dozens of laws supporting purebloods and suppressing Muggle rights. The Death Eater regime met with little resistance from the public; their bigoted beliefs were popular and had gained legitimacy over the previous year. Those who would have protested had already been silenced. Only a handful of witches and wizards joined the Order in fighting back, but those who did were vilified, hunted down and even killed by the Ministry.

Harry, his friends, the DA, and the Order found themselves alone in their fight against an entire society. There was simply no way for them to win; for three years after Voldemort's death they continued their futile struggle, losing too many good people with nothing to show for it. The Death Eaters' control over the Ministry was unshakeable, Hogwarts was a school for the Dark Arts, and there were only a handful of Muggleborns in Britain left alive.

After the capture and execution of eleven Order members, among them Neville Longbottom and George Weasley, the small group of survivors finally admitted to themselves what had been obvious for years - they had lost the war. The remaining Order and DA members, along with their families, decided to leave Britain and restart their lives far away from the memories of death and bloodshed. They scattered across the globe, no more than a handful going to any one place as a precaution against their locations being discovered. Seamus, Dean and Ginny picked Canada; Andromeda took Teddy and moved to Romania with Charlie Weasley (a pairing which raised a few eyebrows); and Arthur and Molly decided to travel to Brazil for a second honeymoon and to recover from losing yet another of their sons. Eventually Harry, Hermione and Ron were the only ones left on British soil.

"Sure you don't want to come with us, mate?" Ron asked again. "Maybe you and Ginny could-"

"No, Ron." Harry shook his head. His relationship with Ginny was over for good and while he would miss Ron and Hermione, he was firm on not going to Australia with them to join the search for Hermione's parents.

"I just don't get why not," Ron said.

"It's not too late to change your mind, you know," Hermione added.

Harry sighed. "I told you. The Death Eaters won't stop hunting me and I don't want my presence putting you two in danger." That wasn't his only reason, but it was the one he thought they'd accept.

"Oh Harry!" Hermione lunged forward and smothered him in a hug. "You never change, do you?"

"Well, I'm taller than when we first met," Harry joked as he hugged her back.

Ron snorted. "Not by much. You're still a midget compared to me."

The three friends grinned at each other. The nature of their friendship may have changed over the years - an inevitable result of fighting a war and Ron and Hermione starting a relationship - but some things stayed the same.

"Take care of yourself, Harry," Hermione said fretfully, no doubt picturing all the trouble Harry could get into if left to his own devices. "Oh dear, maybe we should stay…"

Ron groaned and rolled his eyes. "Here we go again."

"I'll be fine," Harry said. "You should go, Hermione. Find your parents, settle down, marry Ron and have a dozen red-haired children."

"Well if you insist…" Hermione gave him a wobbly smile and dried her eyes. "I'll miss you."

"I'll miss you, too," Harry said. "Good luck, both of you. Name your first son after me, yeah?"

Ron clapped Harry on the shoulder. "That's a promise, mate."

Moments later Ron and Hermione disapparated, leaving Harry standing alone in the entrance hall of the Order headquarters.

If he were brutally honest with himself, Harry knew there was nothing left for him here in Britain. Yet he couldn't bring himself to leave it all behind. How had it come to this? How had everything gone wrong? How had he fulfilled the Prophecy, but lost the war? He obsessed over every wrong decision and missed opportunity, trying to find answers.

Surely he or Dumbledore or someone could have chosen a different path and prevented such a terrible outcome. Surely there was something he could still do, some way to keep fighting, some strategy he'd overlooked. That was the real reason Harry had decided not to join his friends - for him the war wasn't over yet. He simply couldn't imagine happily living his life somewhere far away, complete with a wife, children and a white picket fence, while Voldemort's followers ruled Britain.

Instead he had decided to stay in Grimmauld Place and to wait for any chance of bringing down the Ministry. His self-imposed isolation was mostly spent practicing spells he found in the Black library and drinking too much – while always hearing Hermione's voice in his head nagging him to put down the firewhisky and sober up. The loneliness and sheer tedium were almost too much to take, but forays into the muggle world kept him sane and gave him a sense of purpose. That was one thing he could still do – save as many Muggleborns as possible.

He kept watch for any rumours of magic and occasionally managed to find young children who had yet to be identified and arrested by Snatchers for the ludicrous crime of 'stealing magic'. Harry visited the families and got them out of the country, either through honest persuasion or the use of compulsion spells. Each life saved renewed his determination to stay.

The news he managed to get from stolen copies of the Daily Prophet suggested that the Ministry had abandoned its search for the so-called criminal Order members. The bounty on Harry's head was cut in half and then halved again, with the Death Eaters seemingly deciding that he was no longer important. Harry even began entertaining the idea that he might manage to survive long enough to see Ron, Hermione and his other friends again one day.

Which was what made the attack, when it came, so very unexpected.

Harry didn't know who killed him. All he heard was a voice crying out "Avada Kedavra" while his back was turned, not giving him enough time to even draw the Elder Wand from his pocket. Nor did he have any idea how his attacker had found him as travelled in the crowded Muggle underground. The truth behind his murder would have to remain yet another unsolved mystery it seemed, as upon opening his eyes he found himself lying flat on his back in the middle of a ghostly Kings Cross Station. He was dead - again.

Harry scrambled to his feet and cautiously looked around. Thick fog swirled through the platform, making it hard to see anything, but after a while he spotted a small figure approaching through the white mist. It wasn't Dumbledore this time, perhaps because Harry - unfairly or otherwise - blamed most of the war's disastrous outcome on his old Headmaster. Instead he found himself faced with an over-excited House-Elf.

"Oh Harry Potter, sir! You has arrived!" Dobby exclaimed loudly, his voice echoing along the empty platform. "Dobby is so glad to be seeing the great and noble Harry Potter once again!"

"Er… hello, Dobby," Harry said, staring down at the small being he hadn't seen in over three years. The elf was just as he remembered him, wearing mismatched socks, a yellow and purple striped scarf around his neck, and a bright red tea-cosy as a hat. Overwhelmed with affection for the odd being, Harry knelt down on the hard tiled floor and hugged him. "Thanks, Dobby," Harry said. "Thank you so much for everything."

"No need to be thanking Dobby, Harry Potter sir!" The elf's ears flapped wildly as he bounced on his toes. "Dobby is proud of having protected sir and his Grangy and Wheezy."

Harry slowly stood back up. "You're a great friend, Dobby."

Death seemed to have calmed the elf somewhat, since Harry's words didn't cause him to burst into tears of happiness. His already manic smile became even wider and his bouncing more energetic, but he otherwise contained himself. "Dobby is not having much time, Harry Potter! Dobby must be giving you a message before you is leaving."

Harry frowned. "I suppose that means I'm still not completely dead then." It was ridiculous - he'd been hit by three killing curses in his short twenty-something years of life and not a one of them had worked. Not that Harry wanted to die, of course, but he didn't like there being yet another reason for him to be considered a freak. If this was the consequence of mastering all three Hallows, Harry wished he had destroyed the things while he'd had the chance.

"Harry Potter's mind is being very much alive," Dobby told him, "but Harry Potter's body is most dead. The bad wizard is chanting nasty spells and burning it."

"Huh." Harry puzzled over Dobby's words. "They seem to have learned something from the last time, then. Does that mean I can't go back? Not that I'd be likely to live long, what with the bounty on my head and everything, but I'd like to spend more time with my friends…"

"Harry Potter cannot go back, but he cannot yet go on," Dobby said. "Harry Potter must go to a new world, where he can die properly!"

Harry was overwhelmed by what he was hearing, but understood enough to be angry at the injustice of it all. "What? Are you honestly telling me I have to be killed all over again! I've already died twice, isn't that enough?"

"Not killed!" Dobby's tennis-ball eyes grew even wider. "Never killed. Dobby is wanting Harry Potter to be safe and happy and wrinkled!"

"Wrinkled? You mean old?"

Dobby nodded enthusiastically. "Very wrinkled!"

"Well, dying of old age doesn't sound like such a bad plan," Harry said slowly, needing time to adjust to the idea. He had long ago been forced to give up such hopes, with his lightning bolt scar meaning he might as well have had a bulls-eye painted on his forehead. "But what's this about a new world? Sounds dodgy."

Dobby looked hesitant all of a sudden.

"Yes?" Harry prompted, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. Considering that Dobby's idea of a good plan involved Harry's near expulsion from Hogwarts and a fifty foot drop after being knocked off a broom, any hint of caution from the elf had to be a very bad sign.

"It is being another world, Harry Potter sir, one without the great Harry Potter in it!"

"Why, what happened to me?" Harry had heard Hermione debate the existence of alternate worlds on occasion, but he'd never believed there could actually be other versions of him running around. It was a disconcerting idea and one Harry wasn't too pleased to find out was true. It meant there could be countless Harrys in innumerable worlds - he wondered if they all suffered from the same bad luck as he did.

"Harry Potter is being killed in a car crash when he is being five years old, Harry Potter sir," Dobby informed him, a sad look on his pointy face. Then he brightened up considerably. "But no Harry Potter means that Harry Potter sir can join world and live there instead!"

Apparently the Potter luck really was inescapable. Harry found it tragically ironic that his counterpart had died from what he'd grown up thinking had killed his parents. "So I'm supposed to take the place of a young me?" Harry asked after working out who all the Harry Potters mentioned were.

"Oh no, only if sir is wishing it," Dobby said. "Time is moving slower there, so Harry Potter sir is being ten years old when he arrives – as old as Harry Potter is being if he had lived - and can become anybody he wishes. No one is suspecting sir, since other Harry Potter is dying many years before."

"So I'll be starting Hogwarts and everything, but I don't actually have to tell people I'm Harry Potter," Harry checked. Dobby nodded eagerly, clasping his bony hands together in delight. "Back to the year nineteen ninety one, a proper fresh start…" Harry couldn't help but be tempted by the prospect. "No more Boy-Who-Lived or Undesirable Number One…"

"Then Harry Potter is accepting?"

Harry frowned and held up a hand to stop Dobby saying anything more. "Hang on a moment. If I can accept, doesn't that mean I can decline?"

"If Harry Potter is saying no then he is staying as a ghost forever and ever and ever!" Dobby looked distraught at the very idea. "Harry Potter sir is never going Onwards, never going on his next great adventure!"

"Oh," Harry said. The thought of never joining all those who had died – his friends, family, Sirius – was a most unwelcome one. No matter how unsure he felt over travelling to a strange and unfamiliar world, he knew it had to be the better choice. "There has to be some catch, though. I mean, what's wrong with the world I'll be sent to? I'm sure there's something."

"It is being similar to sir's old world. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is still lurking and Professor Trelawney is still telling future, but Harry Potter will also be seeing many differences. Dobby is not allowed to tell, Dobby must be keeping secrets. Dobby is sorry!"

"That's all right," Harry said hurriedly, seeing that the elf was on the verge of busting into tears. He might not know exactly what mess he'd just got himself into, but he'd figure things out as he always did. "At least I know for sure it's not all going to be sunshine and roses. It'll give me a chance to prepare."

"So Harry Potter sir is saying yes?" Dobby nervously fiddled with the ends of his multi-coloured scarf. "Harry Potter must hurry, almost being no time left to decide."

"Well… all right, I suppose I'll accept," Harry said after a long pause. He'd wanted a chance to win the war and a new world would give him that – there was nothing left for him here. "So long as you promise me that the next time I die, I'll stay dead."

The elf nodded solemnly. "Dobby is promising."

"Well then, I suppose this is good bye for now." Harry smiled down at his small friend. "Take care of yourself, Dobby."

"Good bye, Harry Potter," Dobby said, and snapped his fingers. With a loud crack that echoed down the empty platform, Harry disappeared. His last thought was that Dumbledore had been right about one thing - death really was the next great adventure.

not my novel I uploaded it here so I can listen to it on the audiobook feature all credit goes to the original author

The year passed by like nothing. Absolutely nothing major happened besides the professors actual assigning less homework because of the stacks upon stacks of paper her group turned in.
"So, tonight's the night?" Sandstorm says
"Yep, can't believe it passed so quickly." Lisa
"So, you going to go save them?" Nova
"Yep, 4 of a kind!" Sandstorm says showing her hand.
"Straight Flush!" Lisa shouts showing her hand.
"Aweeee" Nova 
"Off with the Shirt Yoru!" Lisa says looking at her like a predator that's found her prey.
"Ah, got to go Harry is in the final room!" Sandstorm shouts teleporting away. 
Appearing behind a semi-conscious Harry.
"Flipendo!" Sandstorm shouts waving her wand knocking the turban less Quarrell into the wall.
"How you doing riddle boya?" Sandstorm says pointing her wand at Quarrell.
"Bombarda!" Sandstorm shouts not waving her wand but pointing her palm at him, Quarrell suddenly becomes red mist.
"Hand me the stone I wanna check something." Sandstorm says holding out her hand. 
Harry of course hands his savior the stone.
Sandstorm/Yoru's eyes flash golden looking at the stone.
"Those monsters..." she mutters.
The stone is made up of millions upon millions of souls.
'Fate how do I release them?'
(Fate: Just crush the stone.)
Sandstorm does as Fate says.
As she crushes it a white steam is seen escaping from the stone before massive cloud of white mass escapes as the stone becomes dust. 
(Fate: hidden Quest Completed!: Reward zanpakuto. Integrating... integration complete Soul Strength increased to 10 True god.)
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The next morning everyone is eating breakfast in the great hall. 
When an owl flys in, what's the headline you ask?
"Death of Nicholas Flamel!" Hermione says shocked.
"I guess he destroyed the stone." Ron says 
Meanwhile at the other end of the table.
"His death was too easy..." Sandstorm 
"What do you mean?" Nova
"Have you ever seen full metal alchemist?" Sandstorm 
""Wait! Your saying the philosophers stone is made up of millions of human souls!"" Lisa and Shirone shout.
Luckily there was a magic that makes people hear something different than what they are talking about.
Sandstorm nods.
"Those monster." Shirone says 
"Exactly they died to easily they were not humans but monsters... my respect for grand wizard Dumbledore has fallen significantly." Sandstorm says 
Sandstorm walks up to the teachers table and looks Dumbledore directly in the eyes. 
She can feel him peeking around her mind reading her surface thoughts.
'I'm going to show you something that no one else can no about. Also can we step out for a bit?' 
After they leave the great hall and cast a silencing charm. Sandstorm finally shows him the ritual scene from Fullmetal alchemist where the entire city is sacrificed and a small rock is given back.
"What kind of dark ritual was that!?" Dumbledore shouts in shock. 
"1 of 100 needed to make a philosophers stone. Nicholas Flamel was a monster that stone was made up of millions upon millions of human souls." Sandstorm says while they are in a silencing barrier .
Dumbledore is shocked to see what another one of his friends was dark besides Grindelwald.
"Best way to tell the type of person one is, is to see company they keep. If it was not for the absolute fact that I knew Newt was a kind person I would suspect you would be a person scheming in the dark for the greater good." Sandstorm says leaving him in the hall there. 
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Hogwarts express heading home. 
"So you are all coming with us right?" Nova says sitting next to Harry.
"Of course I need to meet uncle padfoot." Lisa says 
""I'm coming too."" Sandstorm and Shirone say.
"Of course I need to introduce my cute girlfriend and sister in-law." Lisa says which makes Sandstorm's face goes red
"See super cute!" Lisa says quickly moving Sandstorm to her lap.
Meanwhile Shirone knows how much Sandstorm likes Lisa but she would never act like this... how much brainwas*cough* conditioning was done to get to this point?

A genius programer named mike destined to die early at the age of 60 was hit by a truck.
We come to find him now a her as she became his video game character from the game  his 7 friends spent the past 10 years working on.
An now we can see the one of the most ridiculous existences explore the endless path and infinite cosmos. As the new reborn goddess Sandstorm begins her Odyssey.   


I have seen a lot of different anime and read several thousands of books at this point. I will probably take inspiration for things and not even know it especially since my naming sense is trash. 
I also want to say besides Fateoria, my Mc, and the people in Fareoria it is likely I will not own any of the other worlds or stories that my character will interact with.

harry potter philosophers

HARRY POTTER AND THE PHILOSOPHERS STONE

In Harry Potter As A Metamorphmagus

My time In Multiverse

Alexander Prince - Half Blood Potter

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A Slytherin Affair

Shikamaru Nara

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A Necessary Gift

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