Little girl in middle school accidentally takes a portkey and stumbles upon the Harry Potter universe.she uses her knowledge of the Harry Potter books to guide her along life in the wizarding world.??‍♂️??‍♀️

*** One day in Harry's school library, when Harry is 8.
Harry closed the lid on his latest book, another one from the fantasy genre. It was reasonably well written but the protagonist of the book made it through the entire story entirely on his good luck and a bunch of flukes.
From his own experience, Harry knew that luck had never been on his side. At that moment he decided that he wouldn't rely on luck to solve his problems but then came across the next dilemma.
How would he solve his problems?
The Dursleys' malnourishment of him meant that he wouldn't be becoming particularly strong anytime in the near future.
He had to become smart, beyond the norm and talk his way through life.
That would be the only way he could survive.
*** Privet Drive, when harry is 11
"Fetch the mail, boy." Vernon ordered Harry.
Harry silently went and retrieved the mail, flicking through all of the letters quickly, while walking back to the dining room.
He stopped dead in his tracks at the last letter.
Mr. Harry J Potter
Cupboard under the stairs, Privet Drive, Surrey
There was a letter for him! He had never received a letter before, and he knew that Vernon would never let him read it if he ever saw the letter.
On his way to the dining room, Harry slid the letter into his cupboard before reaching the breakfast table and giving the mail to Vernon and silently moving to clear the plates, which Vernon and Dudley had demolished, including the one piece of toast that Harry had.
Harry didn't bother protesting.
Vernon put down the mail with a satisfied grunt, "What took you so long, boy?"
"I slipped and dropped the mail." Harry lied with a straight face that showed regret.
Vernon sneered, "Shoulda expected it of a freak like you."
Harry nodded quickly and almost sprinted to his cupboard. When he was inside, he eagerly opened his letter.
Dear Mr. Potter,
You have been admitted into the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, please send you acceptance by owl, no later than the 30th of August this year. The first day of school will be on the 1st of September,
Yours,
Assistant Headmistress McGonagall
Below the letter was a list of ridiculous sounding books and things to buy.
Harry's heart sunk a bit, but he held some hope. He didn't know what an owl was, so he nicked a pound from Dudley and stole a sheet of a4 paper from Vernon and mailed an acceptance letter to 'Hogwarts'.
He had little hope that it was actually going to work, but sending a letter wouldn't hurt right?
In his letter he had included that he needed proof that magic existed.
*** Next Day
The Dursleys heard three sharp raps on their door, just after dinner.
"Open the door, boy."
Harry nodded and went to open the door, and saw an old woman standing outside in extremely old fashioned clothing.
"Hello, I'm Harry, who might you be?" Harry asked politely.
Minerva nodded, "I'm Professor McGonagall, Harry, it's my job to introduce muggle-borns and muggle-raised to the wizarding world."
At this she frowned, "Though it was expected that your aunt and uncle would already have explained the wizarding world to you."
Harry snorted inwardly and was about to answer when Vernon bellowed from the dining room.
"BOY, WHO'S AT THE DOOR!"
Minerva's lips thinned a bit at the derogatory tone in Vernon's voice.
Harry had to think fast, he couldn't lie because McGonagall would become suspicious, but telling the truth would risk the Dursleys throwing McGonagall out of the house altogether.
In the end he decided to tell the truth, "Somebody from a place named Hogwarts." Harry said softly, hoping for the best.
Vernon stormed into the room.
"Look here, I won't be paying for some fool to teach the freak magic tricks." Vernon snapped at McGonagall.
McGonagall's lips thinned some more.
"Mr. Potter will be attending Hogwarts no matter what a muggle like you thinks of it." She said back before ignoring Vernon completely.
McGonagall pointed her wand at a chair in the corner of the drawing room and levitated the chair.
"At Hogwarts, you will learn several branches of magic, including Charms, Transfiguration, Potions, Defence against the Dark Arts among others…"
McGonagall took a breath, "Let me also warn you that due to events that took place while you were a baby, you've become a somewhat famous personality in the wizarding world. Would it be convenient if I took you to Diagon Alley tomorrow?"
Harry smiled politely, "If you give me the directions and the money, I'm sure I could find my way myself."
McGonagall shook her head. "I'm afraid that muggle-raised are to be escorted to Diagon Alley on their first visit."
Harry cursed inwardly but smiled outwardly. "Then sure, we can go tomorrow afternoon, it is a Saturday."
As soon as McGonagall left, Harry was shouted at, kicked in the ribs and thrown into his cupboard in Vernon's fit of anger.
*** Next afternoon
McGonagall picked up Harry when she was supposed to, noticing but not commenting on Harry's very well hidden wince as he walked.
She gave him a cap to wear before they reached a dirty looking pub that everybody else in the vicinity seemed to ignore.
McGonagall led him through the pub, exchanging a few words with the bartender, Tom, before she took him out the back.
"To get into Diagon Alley, you need to swipe your wand, when you get it, along the bricks like this." McGonagall demonstrated and the wall moved aside to let them through into the bustling magical alley.
Harry stared around in barely concealed wonder. McGonagall hid a smile at his reaction.
"Our first stop will be the Wizarding Bank, Gringotts. Your parents left you their sizeable fortune. We will be making a withdrawal from your trust vault."
They walked up to the teller.
McGonagall nodded respectfully.
"What may I do for you?" the teller asked coolly.
"Mr. Potter would like to make a withdrawal from his trust vault."
The goblin nodded, "Key, please."
McGonagall provided the key, pulling it out of her purse.
The teller, 'Griphook', led them to a cart and belted them in, and sat at the front, as the cart took off at high speeds, falling and rising rather like a roller coaster.
Harry thought that it was designed that way to disorient passengers so that potential thieves couldn't find their way around the underground tunnels of Gringotts.
With a screeching halt they reached Harry's vault.
"You will have to wait outside, Professor." Griphook stated.
McGonagall nodded and waited in the cart.
Harry went inside the vault with the goblin and filled the pouch that McGonagall had given him to the brim with golden galleons, taking as much money as possible.
"McGonagall said this was a trust vault. Does that mean that I have a family vault too?" Harry asked, while filling his pouch with money.
"You do have the Potter family vault but you may not access it till you are 17 or emancipated by the ministry." Griphook stated emotionlessly.
Harry nodded and went back out with his pouch of galleons.
"That's more money than you will need." McGonagall stated.
Harry flashed her an innocent smile. "This way I don't have to come back to get my money for Christmas presents."
McGonagall nodded her acceptance. "Just don't waste it all on candy or anything like that."
"Yes Professor." Harry said.
The first place that McGonagall took Harry too was Madam Malkins, the clothing shop.
Harry inwardly wrinkled his nose at how impractical wizarding robes were but smiled politely and stood completely still while Malkin measured him and the boy standing next to him.
"Hogwarts too?" the blonde next to him asked.
"Yes." Harry said.
The Blonde extended a hand.
"Draco Malfoy."
"Harry."
"Named after the whole 'Potter craze' were you?" Draco asked.
Harry smiled sheepishly, "Yes."
'Potter craze? Am I that famous!?' Harry thought.
"What house do you think you'll be in?" Draco asked.
Harry hadn't heard about the houses yet, so he answered vaguely.
"Don't know yet, do we." Harry said, making his question sound rhetorical but still there, in case he was supposed to know.
"No, I suppose we don't, but I know I'll be in Slytherin." The blonde puffed out his chest self-importantly.
Draco finished first and his father walked into the store to pick him up.
Nobility, Harry noted, while Draco and his father walked off.
After the clothing shop, Harry was taken to the bookstore.
Harry smiled widely.
"I'll pick up your potions ingredients and you can pick up the books on your list." McGonagall said, before taking two galleons from him and bustling off as if she had done it a million times before.
Harry quickly picked up his school books before picking up a few on customs and traditions, some on Runes and Arithmancy and a few other texts he thought would be useful to keep himself ahead of the class. He also picked up some books that claimed to be about him.
McGonagall came to pick him up and muttered 'Ravenclaw' when she saw the pile of books that Harry had picked up.
Next, McGonagall took Harry to Ollivanders wand shop.
Harry didn't let himself look rattled by Ollivander's speech which left the creepy old man looking somewhat disappointed.
"Ah, Mr. Potter, I've been expecting you. I'm sorry to say that I sold the wand that did that."
Ollivander reached out a hand and touched Harry's scar. Harry had to work hard to not flinch at Ollivander's touch.
After a long line of wands, Harry finally found one that responded to him.
"Aah! SO curious, very curious." Ollivander commented.
"What is?" Harry asked.
"The phoenix that gave the feather for this wand also gave the feather for the wand of you-know-who!"
Harry looked slightly confused. "Who?"
"The man who killed your parents," McGonagall whispered.
"Oh." Harry didn't know how to respond.
He numbly paid the 7 galleons, thinking about this you-know-who fellow.
McGonagall handed him a cage.
"Here, I bought you something for your birthday."
It was a snowy owl.
"Thank you!" Harry responded.
McGonagall almost smiled. "What will you name it?"
"Hedwig."
*** Hogwarts Express
McGonagall had explained how to get to the Hogwarts Express, Harry managed to wheedle Vernon to take him to Kings Cross at the threat of the 'freaks' showing up again.
He had arrived early and picked an empty cabin.
A red-headed boy opened the door to his cabin.
"Can I sit here, everywhere else is full."
"Sure." Harry smiled back.
"Hi, I'm Ron, Ron Weasley."
"Harry."
"Blimey! Are you Harry Potter!"
Seeing no way out other than outright lying, Harry nodded, already taking a dislike to the redhead.
"Yes."
"Are you really!"
"That is what I just said."
"Do you remember that night!?" Ron asked excitedly, irritating Harry some more.
He had read the book about what had happened. Apparently, the dark wizard Voldemort had shot a killing curse at him but it had been reflected back onto Voldemort and killed him instead, and Harry had been hailed as the savior of the wizarding world, personally, Harry found the story laughable. Obviously, it had been his parents who had done something. With his extremely rudimentary knowledge of runes, he knew that it was very easily possible to reflect the killing curse as long as there was an equal powering source, in this case, the taking of one soul, which considering both his parents died before him was quite possible yet all of the rune experts of the wizarding world were clueless about the possibility. Harry had vowed to do more research into runes and such.
Harry politely said that he didn't remember anything as he was but a baby at the time and the awkward silence returned.
A bushy-haired girl burst into their cabin, interrupting Harry's musing.
"Have you seen a toad, Neville's lost one." She said in a rush.
"No, but you could ask one of the older students to summon the toad," Harry suggested.
Harry had practiced a lot of spells but the summoning spell was 4th year, and quite a bit further than he had tried, though he knew the incantation.
"Oh, I didn't think of that, thanks!" the girl said and left.
"Mental, that one," Ron said rudely.
"She was only helping this Neville fellow," Harry defended her, lightly.
"Probably Neville Longbottom, the squib." Ron snorted unattractively.
Harry frowned slightly, "If Neville were a squib, he wouldn't be on the Express going to a school of Wizardry."
Ron rolled his eyes.
Harry found himself quite disliking Ron and his rude tendency to talk shit about people he didn't know.
Harry pulled out his book and started reading.
"Why're you reading?" Ron asked incredulously.
Harry looked over his book.
"To gain knowledge," Harry said, politely.
"But! But! You're Harry Potter, you can't be bookish!" Ron almost shouted.
Harry's expression hardened a bit and he looked back at his book.
He really didn't like the redhead's attitude toward books.
*** Hogwarts
With the rest of the students, Harry took the boats to Hogwarts.
He nodded politely at McGonagall while she was giving her 'House is family' speech.
He ignored Ron's exclamation that they would have to fight a troll.
He clapped after the hat's song and waited his turn, not showing any of the nervousness he was feeling about the sorting.
"Potter, Harry." Called out McGonagall.
Harry stepped forward confidently and walked up to the podium, ignoring Draco's 'you didn't tell me you were the Harry Potter!'
Harry sat on the stool and let the hat be put on his head, feeling nervous. He really disliked the idea of the hat being able to see all his memories.
"Oh ho, what do we have here! You'd be an amazing Slytherin…" the hat spoke in his head.
Harry agreed, personally, but he couldn't let himself be perceived as a 'filthy snake' by the rest of the school.
"You do know that that is even more reason to put you in Slytherin." The Hat sounded amused.
"I will be in Gryffindor." Harry thought back.
"Very well…" The hat sighed, "If you must, then, GRYFFINDOR!" the last word was shouted out.
Harry took off the hat and headed to the table which was dressed up in red and had two more red-heads shouting about how they got Potter and noted that Draco was looking disappointed at his sorted and a little disgusted.
Harry sat down next to Hermione, the bushy-haired girl from the train, who started rattling off what the books said about Harry.
Harry smiled lightly. "The books about me are all false."
Hermione looked almost comically enraged. "But books are always right!" she shouted.
Harry smiled. "Who was there to witness what actually happened that night."
Hermione frowned and fell into the trap, "You and Voldemort."
Harry inwardly laughed at all the flinches that people gave at the Dark Lord's name.
"I can assure you that I've never given an interview and Voldemort is dead, so where does your book get its facts from?"
Hermione looked extremely stunned.
"I-I…"
Harry smiled lightly at her, "Just something to think about."
*** Next Day
Harry woke up early at 5 am, and had a quick bath before returning and reading some more, practicing some late 1st year spells till 6:30-ish when some other boys in the dorm started to stir.
Harry headed down to breakfast early and had a quick and light breakfast before taking out his book on an art known as Occlumency and started reading.
He received his timetable, along with incredulous books from Ron, for reading a book and he went to his first class, Transfiguration with McGonagall.
He got to class, barely on time and waited for McGonagall to arrive before noticing a cat next to McGonagall's table and remembered that she was a cat animagus.
Harry winked at the cat, who stared at Harry.
Ron and another boy from Harry's dorm, Seamus, landed up late for class.
McGonagall transformed from the cat into herself and got a few screams and surprised looks.
She lectured them for a while before giving them a matchstick and telling them the incantation to turn it into a needle.
Harry took and deep breath and performed the transfiguration, pushing his magic into his wand, magnifying it and saying the incantation and imagining the needle he wanted, intricate and silver.
It took a long second, but the matchstick turned into a needle with a soft pop.
McGonagall swept over to Harry.
"5 points to Gryffindor, Mr. Potter, amazing needle, first try too! 5 more points because of the intricacy."
McGonagall just got back to the front of the class, as Hermione managed to finish her transfiguration.
"Ms. Granger's done it too! 5 more points to Gryffindor." McGonagall said pleased that 2 people had completed the complex transfiguration in such quick succession.
Harry worked on trying to make his transfiguration more intricate. He tried to engrave a pattern into his needle and managed, though he began to start sweating.
McGonagall picked up the engraved needle, admiring the pretty if simple pattern on the small needle.
"Good job, Mr. Potter, but remember not to exhaust yourself."

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

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Twenty-three elves were quite a bit more than he thought Boppy would find, Chad thought he would return with only three or four. Still, the more, the merrier as they say. The only problem would be if he could bond them all.

"Umm, Boppy? Can I sustain bonds with all of them? Will I have enough magic?"

Boppy looked at his Master as if he had been dropped on his head, maybe that curse scar was affecting him more than he thought. Then again, his Master was still very young, he could not be expected to be smart all the time! Boppy would have to be the best head elf to help his Master be the greatest wizard ever!

"Master, there is no measurable amount of your magic. You don't start with ten magic and then use three magic to cast a spell. House-elves bond with a wizard so they can unlock their magic, and live. Free house-elves can only use basic elf magic to survive until they find a new master, if they don't, they slowly die. We don't take your magic, but you might feel tired afterwards because you are young, and multiple bonds will tax your mind."

Was Boppy perhaps a genius elf? Not only was his English pretty fluent, but he could articulate his thoughts quite well. Was Dobby just a moron? Or did the many blows to the head he received in punishments do lasting damage? Either way, smart minions were welcomed as far as Chad was concerned.

"I see, thanks for letting me know Boppy, you are a good head elf!" Praised Chad.

Twenty minutes later and he was surrounded by tearful, yet thrilled Potter house-elves. They were bouncing around excitedly, worshipping their new Master with a zealousness seen only in religious fanatics. Imagine the damage Muslim extremists could do with elf suicide bombers!

No, Chad would not be squandering such devoted servants with suicide attacks, even the foolish death eaters weren't that retarded. You would have to be insane to waste the devotion of your minions in such an absurd way. Surely they could just drop the bomb and walk away? Why have someone, that is so devoted to you that they are willing to die for you, kill themselves with your enemies?

Chad was pretty tired. The bonding process had been easy, but after a while, he felt like he needed to lay down for a sleep. Since he had nothing but time, he thought he might as well, nothing urgent needed his attention. But while he was napping, he would have the new elves catalogue everything in his vaults, better to be safe than sorry.

"Potter house-elves! My head elf Boppy has already explained that I have many enemies, so you will have to keep who you work for a secret. Tomorrow I will be revealing my future goals and how you, my house-elves, will help me achieve them. But for today, I need you to make a list of everything my three vaults contain. We won't know what is missing if we don't know what is there originally."

With a few more words of encouragement, Chad went to sleep.

The next morning, Boppy popped in to give him a report. It was surprisingly comprehensive and readable, who knew house-elves had such neat handwriting! Chad had to suffer through constant fussing over from Petunia after the elves left yesterday, he should have had them take him with them! Although he had to admit, she was a rather caring mother, if she didn't think you were a magical freak.

The list was a pleasant reminder of how things had already detoured from cannon. In the original Harry Potter, Dumbles had all three keys and access to two of them to fund his operations. The main Potter vault required a key and blood identification to open, so unless he brought Harry along, that had always been denied to him.

Still, Lily's and his trust vault would have supplied all the funds he needed as they were quite wealthy.

- Trust vault  (10,000 Gallons a year on his birthday.)
Current amount - 10,000

-Lily Evans Vault
Current amount - 82,700

It was a shame that there was nothing else other than money in her vault, but beggars can't be choosers. The storage room that Boppy made under Godric's Hollow should contain her valuable possessions and books. He was curious about how she amassed over 400,000 pounds, but it's not hard to make money with magic and half a brain.

The Potter vault was a bit more interesting. When Potter Manor was destroyed, everything undamaged was stored there for safekeeping until it could be rebuilt. Unfortunately, every Potter except for Harry was killed.

- Potter Vault
Current amount - 9,870,462
319 Books
102 weapons and armour (mostly decoration)
Furniture
Paintings 

Chad wondered why all the money was in Galleons until he realised that they would have had smaller currency exchanged before depositing it. Why would you store Knuts when you could change them into shiny gold coins? Well, unless you were the Weasleys. 

When Molly went to withdraw money for school supplies, there was a total of 1 Galleon and 58 Sickles. Now that is poor, the bank fees would be costing her more than she was ever going to put in there. Hell, she couldn't even buy Ron a new wand for 7 Galleons!

Anyway, Chad would have to make a trip to the Gringotts when everything quieted down. There was no rush as fees for vaults were issued on the 1st of January, so he had a few months before he was charged. Even though he was a millionaire now, he was still not going to pay for three vaults. Chad was a tight-arse unless it involved alcohol.

Now with a detailed list of his vaults, that only left Godric's Hollow. He sent Boppy off with the same task, but this time to bring back all books on mind magic, wizard law and pureblood ancestry. The pureblood ancestry books were simply to satisfy his curiosity and plan out his list of enemies. If they couldn't find any there, then pick them up from the Bank, there were several items on the list that looked like they fit the bill.

He would also need to pay attention to the Wizenmagot and see who walked free with bullshit reasons. Chad had a few plans brewing, but a lot of them relied on exploiting wizarding law. From what was portrayed in the books, the Ministry and Wizenmagot was a joke and shouldn't take too much effort to abuse for his benefit.

Tom Riddle really went about taking over the wrong way. Unfortunately, he never stood a chance, as he realised too late that he had been dancing to the real Dark Lords tune. He was only a puppet playing at being a Dark Lord, prepared for the job since he started Hogwarts. As smart as he was, he still missed that he was groomed to be sacrificed to solidify Dumbledore's image as the leader of the light.

It was nearly even the same regimen that was used to groom Harry Potter. Stuck in an abusive situation that Dumbledore wanted to help fix but was unable. Withhold important information, guided to the restricted section of the library to seek answers and for power. The kindly advisor that helped smooth over any problems that arose.

It was really sickening to watch when you knew what was happening, it was eerily similar to paedophiles grooming children. The fact that Dumbledore was gay and knew how to wipe memories gave Chad goosebumps, he would definitely have to set up his house-elves guard plan sooner rather than later!

Boppy appeared holding Chad's solution to future power, books on mind magic. The other subjects could wait until he had the basics down. After all, Occlumency was the key to unlocking eidetic memory. This would make learning everything else much quicker and with better results.

Occlumency was always neglected by today's wizarding world, and if it was ever learnt, it was only to combat Legilimency. They somehow forgot that it was mastering your emotions and memories, not just putting up mental barriers. For a magic system that effectively operated from willpower and was strengthened by emotion, it seemed rather idiotic not to learn and master Occlumency.

The ability to organise memories so that they could be recalled immediately was the dream of every academic. Chad had been pretty lazy in school, much preferring to play instead of learning. But once you are older, you regret not learning more as a child. 

Although it doesn't affect you much, another language, advanced mathematics, science or computer skills are always handy to have. Since Chad had already lived to regret not learning when he had the chance, now armed with a magical way to memorise everything, he was going to be king of the nerds! This wasn't even factoring in the things he could do if he also masted Legilimency!

By the time Chad reached Hogwarts, he would make Professor X look like a slack-jawed yokel that hadn't studied past kindergarten.

R.O.B was tired of reading about how Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore was the greatest wizard of all time and how he craps rainbows. 

He wanted to tear off the facade so that Dark Lord Dumbles is exposed for the villain he really is. To do so, he enlists the help of a like-minded geek and throws him into the body of baby Harry Potter when he was struck with the killing curse.


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In the mourning, in a typical English house upstairs a young child woke from is wonderful dream where he was flying and sending jet of flame in direction of a bald pale man. He get up from his bed and stare at the mirror near his bed.
An eleven boy, slightly tall for is age, nor thin or fat, spiky red hair like flame a punk-rock like style hair cut (Same style as Grindelwald... bite me !), green emerald eyes and smile telling you wait for my prank. A face more handsome than his brother. This his Alexander Potter.

"Well, it's soon will be here."
 After a few second in front of the mirror he heard a faint snoring, he turn is head and look a the double deck bed. In the upper bunks, is brother still sleep. Harry as the same feature of the original, but taller and less skinny, he also wear the same rounded glasses, over the year the face of the twins start to be less and less alike. Alexander approach is brother and start to wake him up.
"Get up, it's morning, breakfast is going to be ready"
"Hmm, ok..." saying this Harry end up sleeping five more minutes.

After another sigh of exasperation Alexander start going down ready to eat is breakfast.
You are probably wondering why the hell the two of them don't sleep in a tiny closet ?
Well without explaining in great detail, Alexander, over the year was able to convince his uncle to buy stock in some company and bet in some sport competition and gain a lot of money making there family rich. Of course the twins barely get any money but there live style was still acceptable. Not living in a closet and having their own clothes. 

To smooth thing even better Alexander teach Dudley making smarter than the original so the Dursley couple were less disrespectful for the twins.
He also never told the truth about his parents or the magical world to Harry, only story before bed. Why you should say ? Well, fame can be dangerous for a children.
Speaking of magical world, both twins were wizards. The magic riot of Harry was the same. When they were in a zoo, Dudley overexcited because a snake was responding to his cousin push him away. Harry in anger look a the glass which disappear. After this a lot of panic and punishment follow... 

For Alexander it's was on dinner night with the sister of his uncle, after some insult toward his parents, anger took him and the house start to tremble and the object to slowly gravitate. Fortunately the Dursley didn't see this, they were crawling under the table to protect themselves....
______________

After eating a breakfast, the Dursley couple took their son to the dentist.
Once the dish clean by Alexander, he was ready to go play outside with Harry when he hear a weird son from the window. Looking at the window he saw an owl looking at him
'It's finally here !' Rushing to the window, he open it allowing the owl to enter. Alexander took gently the letter attach to the paw of the owl and give him something to eat he then shout is brother to come down.
After a few second Harry came to the kitchen.
"What happen Xander ?"
"Look" Alexander pass the letter from Hogwarts to Harry.
Harry took it and look closely.

Mr. H. Potter
The Little room Upstairs
4 Privet Drive
Little whinging
Surrey

The  envelope  was  thick  and  heavy,  made  of  yellowish  parchment,  and  the  address  was  written  in  emerald-green  ink.  There  was  no  stamp. Turning the envelope over he saw a purple wax seal bearing a coat of arms; a lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake surrounding a large letter H.

"What it's this ?" he look as he brother for an answer.
"Well it's a letter of admission for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." saying this he open up, there was two page. The first was an introduction.
[HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Mr/Ms. Potter,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.
Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress]

And the second page a list of object needed for the first year.
[HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY


UNIFORM
First-year students will require:
1. Three sets of plain work robes (black)
2. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
4. One winter cloak (black, with silver fastenings)
Please note that all pupil's clothes should carry name tags.
COURSE BOOKS
All students should have a copy of each of the following:
The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1)
by Miranda Goshawk
A History of Magic
by Bathilda Bagshot
Magical Theory
by Adalbert Waffling
A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration
by Emeric Switch
One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi
by Phyllida Spore
Magical Drafts and Potions
by Arsenius Jigger
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them
by Newt Scamander
The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection
by Quentin Trimble
OTHER EQUIPMENT
1 wand
1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)
1 set glass or crystal phials
1 telescope
1 set brass scales
Students may also bring, if they desire, an owl OR a cat OR a toad.
PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS

ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICK


Yours sincerely,

Lucinda Thomsonicle-Pocus
Chief Attendant of Witchcraft Provisions]

After a few minute to take the news, Harry say with a weird tone.
"Wizard? like magic and stuff ? it's a fairy tales right ?"
"Then tell me, who did the glass at the zoo vanish ? Who the hair of our teacher turn blue ? Who the all house start to tremble when their was no earthquake? We are wizards Harry"
After speaking with Harry and let himself take the news that an entire world is open to him, Alexander took a paper and start writing is reply. After a few short line he gave the paper to owl. The owl flew of the window and go up in the sky disappearing in the horizon.

_______________

The next morning after breakfast, Alexander was able to convince Dudley to go in the cinema with is parents leaving only the twins at the house.
"Your suitcase is ready Harry ?"
"Yes, but why do we have to pack so soon ?"
"Just wait, you will understand soon." After hearing the mysterious reply of his brother, Harry was mumbling not happy...
An hour quickly pass and a sound of a motocycle was closing to the house
'It's time, Hagrid is finally coming !!!'
Harry look outside and saw a giant on a motocycle. Mouth open big enough for allowing an ostrich eggs to enter he heard a loud knocking and the front door suffering.

"Is someone at home ?!"
Alexander quickly open the door before it's break. What he saw was the same giant though a little older. Harry next to his brother ask to the giant in a timid tone.
"Hello sir, what are your looking for ?"
Hagrid look at the twins and smile.
"You are Harry and Alexander right ?"
"Yes sir" respond Alexander feigning ignorance.
"I'm Rubeus Hagrid Keeper of Keys and Grounds at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, i'm here to take you to Diagon Alley where you will buy your books and wands for your first year at Hogwarts"

Harry hearing this was shocked and happy that what is brother tell him was not a dream.
"Well sir do you -" Before Alexander could finish he was interrupt by Hagrid.
"Call me Hagrid" respond Hagrid with a serious face.
"Ha-Hagrid" the twins say a the same times.
"Good !" A big happy smile show in the face of Hagrid.
Alexander sigh in front of this gros beta and continue his conversation.
"As I was asking Hagrid, is there a place where to stay at Diagon Alley until the start of the school ?"
"Yes, the Leaky Cauldron a very famous pub among the wizards, why ?"
"Well, because I am not sure if will accepted that we are wizards"
Harry nod firmly to the line of his brother.
After a few minutes of thinking Hagrid finally say.
"Well, your parents left you a fortune so living for a month a the leaky cauldron should be enough I think?"
"Our parents were wizards ?" suddenly say Harry. Hearing this Hagrid look at Harry and then got the reply that his parents die in a car accident. After Hearing this Hagrid get mad and wanted to smashed those damn Muggles.
"Muggles ?" ask Harry.
"It's those who can't do magic" After that Hagrid start a fabulous tale of the Potter couples until Alexander interrupt Hagrid.
"Hmm, Hagrid, can we talk later ? We are still in the front door, should we not go ?"
Hagrid hearing this slap is forehead and start to get ready. He attach the two suitcase on his bike and the twins put them self in the side car.
"Mhh, should we inform Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernom ?" ask Harry to his brother.
"I left a note on the table."  And with this the trio of a giant and two child set off in the direction of the Leaky Cauldron.

______________

After a very uncomfortable journey, they arrives in front of dirty black wall building.
"Welcome to the Leaky Cauldron"
Harry look around and saw that the people ignore the but and ask Hagrid why.
"It's a spell preventing the muggles to see it. Pretty neat hey ?"
 Once entering the Pub, after a discussion between Tom the Bartender and Hagrid a uproar follow because Harry Potter was here. A lot of people wanted a hand check from him. Meanwhile Alexander ask Tom if he could let the suitcases behind the counter to keep them safes which Tom agree.
Alexander hear the voice of Hagrid presenting the new professor against the Dark Arts, Quirinus Quirrell.
After a lot of time wasted they stood in front of an old brick wall. There Hagrid took his umbrella and touch some of the brick. In front of the astonishing eyes of the two little guys the wall start to open showing a new alley.
Hagrid see the look of the both and smile.

"Welcome to Diagon Alley !"

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The summer went by uneventfully I had prevented and stolen dobby (this right hand of mine gah!) and our own had finally come to deliver us our new school lists For a few minutes there was silence as they all read their letters. It told him to catch the Hogwarts Express as usual from King's Cross station on September first. There was also a list of the new books he'd need for the coming year.
SECOND YEAR STUDENTS WILL REQUIRE:
The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 2 by Miranda Goshawk
Break with a Banshee by Gilderoy Lockhart
Gadding with Ghouls by Gilderoy Lockhart
Holidays with Hags by Gilderoy Lockhart
Travels with Trolls by Gilderoy Lockhart
Voyages with Vampires by Gilderoy Lockhart
Wanderings with Werewolves by Gilderoy Lockhart
Year with the Yeti by Gilderoy Lockhart
Ryan had already explained that Lockhart was a fraud he had previously bought some books and shown them all the errors in them I mean it says he fought a ghost with a blasting curse? and cured a werewolf with some voodoo. which they have no cures unless it's in my shop so goodluck with that. there was messed up timelines that overlapped and just random bullshit I had compiled a complete list of things and was saving it. I wanted to see how bad this idiot could mess up class and basically it gives me a free study period and I can just let Harry suffer we can do solo practices later I'm planning on teaching them all patronus this year and some of the darker curses like bone breakers and ribbon cutters gotta be one of my favorites each one of the kids had a good standing in hand to hand and could probably take on some adults and their dueling and fighting skills were tons better than all their peers Luna was practically untouchable unless you did something unorthodox Harry was a prodigy in combat with his fast reflexes and quick thinking he gave as good as he got. Daphne was dangerous and methodical with almost surgical precision you slip up once and you are screwed. we had to work a bit on Neville and Hermione. Neville was still working up his courage and getting used to his wand he wasn't allowed to duel until he had it mastered after a while of struggling to force magic out of his own wand a basic stunner now knocked someone out for a good hour if he wasn't carful he was too op. and Hermione just did things by the book which fails miserably. I'm planning on teaching them all some basic wand less and wordless spells mostly summoning and lumos and maybe stunning. the harder the spell is to use the greater the difficulty for wand less Luna is pretty good I've been teaching her since we were kids. tonks was meh she would be great if it wasn't for her tripping over things. anyway it was time for school shopping. They stopped by gringotts then strolled off along the winding, cobbled street. The bag of gold, silver, and bronze jangling cheerfully in everyones pocket was clamoring to be spent, so they bought ice creams, which they slurped happily as they wandered up the alley, examining the fascinating shop windows. Harry gazed longingly at a full set of Seeker robes in the windows of Quality Quidditch Supplies until Hermione dragged them off to buy ink and parchment next door. In Gambol and Japes Wizarding Joke Shop, they met Fred, George, and Lee Jordan, who were stocking up on Dr. Filibuster's Fabulous Wet Start, No Heat Fireworks, and in a tiny junk shop full of broken wands, lopsided brass scales, and old cloaks covered in potion stains they found Percy, deeply immersed in a small and deeply boring book called Prefects Who Gained Power. "A study of Hogwarts prefects and their later careers," Fred read aloud off the back cover. "That sounds fascinating…"
"Go away," Percy snapped.
"'Course, he's very ambitious, Percy, he's got it all planned out… he wants to be Minister of Magic…"  George told them in an undertone as they left Percy to it. An hour later, they headed for Flourish and Blotts. They were by no means the only ones making their way to the bookshop. As they approached it, they saw to their surprise a large crowd jostling outside the doors, trying to get in. The reason for this was proclaimed by a large banner stretched cross the upper windows:
GILDEROY LOCKHART
will be signing copies of his autobiography
MAGICAL ME
today 12.30—4.30
The crowd seemed to be made up mostly of witches around Mrs. Weasley's age. a milf harem was fed on this day Ryan inwardly thought. A harassed looking wizard stood at the door, saying, "Calmly, please, ladies… Don't push, there… mind the books, now…". A long line wound right to the back of the shop, where Gilderoy Lockhart was signing his books. They each grabbed a copy of The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 2 and sneaked up the line to where the rest of the Weasleys were standing with Dan and Emma Granger. "Oh, there you are, good," said Mrs. Weasley. She sounded breathless and kept patting her hair. "We'll be able to see him in a minute…"
Gilderoy Lockhart came slowly into view, seated at a table surrounded by large pictures of his own face, all winking and flashing dazzlingly white teeth at the crowd. The real Lockhart was wearing robes of forget me not blue that exactly matched his eyes; his pointed wizard's hat was set at a jaunty angle on his wavy hair. No we can't have this now can we Ryan thought. He pulled out one of his signature rock cakes and was just about to yeet it at the man but was stopped by his friends what traitors killing all the fun. He sadly whispered "next time my love." and gently kissed it before returning it back into his inventory for the next opportunity. Harry looked quite amused and the girls looked quite jealous at the rock cake. must be puberty. women are scary. A short, irritable looking man was dancing around taking photographs with a large black camera that emitted puffs of purple smoke with every blinding flash.
"Out of the way, there," he snarled at Harry, moving back to get a better shot. "This is for the Daily Prophet—"
Gilderoy Lockhart heard him. He looked up. He saw Harry. He stared. Then he leapt to his feet and positively shouted, "It can't be Harry Potter?"The crowd parted, whispering excitedly; Lockhart dived forward, seized Harry's arm as his so called friends abandoned him to his fate, and pulled him to the front. The crowd burst into applause. Harry's face burned as Lockhart shook his hand for the photographer, who was clicking away madly, wafting thick smoke over the Weasleys. All of the sudden Ryan did something he always wanted to do. he inhaled a deep breath and at the top of his lungs yelled 2 words that devolved everything into silence. "STRANGER DANGER" he screamed pointing at Gilderoy in fear and yelling "That strange uncle is trying to kidnap that boy quick call the aurors!" Gilderoy had taken critical damage being called both a pedo and a strange uncle he practically was vomiting blood. Harry and the weasley twins lost it. the crowd started yelling and shouting the girls were giggling Mrs . Weasley was giving Ryan a glare. Gilderoy tried to calm the situation down after a quick glance at Ryan."Ladies and gentlemen," he said loudly, waving for quiet. "What an extraordinary moment this is! The perfect moment for me to make a little announcement I've been sitting on for some time!"

"When young Harry here stepped into Flourish and Blotts today, he only wanted to buy my autobiography—which I shall be happy to present him now, free of charge—" The crowd applauded again. "He had no idea," Lockhart continued, giving Harry a little shake as he was still laughing, "that he would shortly be getting much, much more than my book, Magical Me. He and his schoolmates will, in fact, be getting the real magical me. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I have great pleasure and pride in announcing that this September, I will be taking up the post of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!"The crowd cheered and clapped and Harry found himself being presented with the entire works of Gilderoy Lockhart. Staggering slightly under their weight, he managed to make his way out of the limelight to the edge of the room, where Ginny was standing next to her new cauldron.
"You have these," Harry mumbled to her, tipping the books into the cauldron. "I'll buy my own—" Ryan and Fred were making kissing noises at them. much to their embarrasment. "Bet you loved that, didn't you, Potter?" said a voice Harry had no trouble recognizing. He straightened up and found himself face to face with Draco Malfoy, who was wearing his usual sneer.
"Famous Harry Potter," said Malfoy. "Can't even go into a bookshop without making the front page."
"Leave him alone, he didn't want all that!" said Ginny. She was glaring at Malfoy "Potter, you've got yourself a girlfriend!" drawled Malfoy. Ginny went scarlet as Ryans group had fought their way over, clutching stacks of Lockhart's books.
"Oh, it's you," said Ryan, looking at Malfoy as if he were something unpleasant on the sole of his shoe. "Bet you're surprised to see Harry  with his future wife now you can't try to woo him anymore , eh?" "What do you mean woo him I'm not a poofter," screamed Malfoy. "Could have fooled me slicked back hair that probably takes more time than a woman's hair to do spoiled princess personality constantly followed behind by two big boys."
Malfoy went red.. Ryan dropped his books into the cauldron, too, and started toward Malfoy, but Harry and Hermione grabbed the back of his jacket.
"Ryan!" said Mr. Weasley, struggling over with Fred and George. "What are you doing? It's too crowded in here, let's go outside.""Well, well, well—Arthur Weasley."
It was Mr. Malfoy. He stood with his hand on Draco's shoulder, sneering in just the same way.
"Lucius," said Mr. Weasley, nodding coldly. It's just like the novels insult the little young master and the daddy comes out to play. "Busy time at the Ministry, I hear," said Mr. Malfoy. "All those raids… I hope they're paying you overtime?"
He reached into Ginny's cauldron and extracted, from amid the glossy Lockhart books, a very old, very battered copy of A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration. Even if Ryan had given them vouchers some habits are often kept to save money."Obviously not," Mr. Malfoy said. "Dear me, what's the use of being a disgrace to the name of wizard if they don't even pay you well for it?"
Mr Weasley flushed darker than Ginny.
"We have a very different idea of what disgraces the name of wizard, Malfoy," he said.
"Clearly," said Mr. Malfoy, his pale eyes straying to Mr. and Mrs. Granger, who were watching apprehensively. "The company you keep, Weasley… and I thought your family could sink no lower—" There was a thud of metal as Ginny's cauldron went flying; Mr. Weasley had thrown himself at Mr. Malfoy, knocking him backward into a bookshelf. Dozens of heavy spellbooks came thundering down on all their heads; there was a yell of, "Get him, Dad!" from Fred or George; Mrs. Weasley was shrieking, "No, Arthur, no!"; the crowd stampeded backward, knocking more shelves over;  Ryan had sucker punched malfoy in the face with a satisfying crunch his nose broke it was pandemonium Ryan always wanted to join a good scuffle."Gentlemen, please—please!" cried the assistant, and then, louder than all—
"Break it up, there, gents, break it up—"
Hagrid was wading toward them through the sea of books. In an instant he had pulled Mr. Weasley and Mr. Malfoy apart. Mr. Weasley had a cut lip and Mr. Malfoy had been hit in the eye by an Encyclopedia of Toadstools. He was still holding Ginny's old Transfiguration book. He thrust it at her, his eyes glittering with malice.
"Here, girl—take your book—it's the best your father can give you—" Pulling himself out of Hagrid's grip he beckoned to Draco whose nose was bleeding and swept from the shop.Yeh should've ignored him, Arthur," said Hagrid, almost lifting Mr. Weasley off his feet as he straightened his robes. "Rotten ter the core, the whole family, everyone knows that—no Malfoy's worth listenin' ter—bad blood, that's what it is—come on now—let's get outta here."
The assistant looked as though he wanted to stop them leaving, but he barely came up to Hagrid's waist and seemed to think better of it. They hurried up the street, Mrs. Weasley beside herself with fury. "A fine example to set for your children… brawling in public… what Gilderoy Lockhart must've thought…"
"He was pleased," said Fred. "Didn't you hear him as we were leaving? He was asking that bloke from the Daily Prophet if he'd be able to work the fight into his report—said it was all publicity—" Ryan had sneakily snatched riddles diary from Ginny's cauldron by offering to help carry it for her. it was a subdued group that headed back to the fireside in the Leaky Cauldron, where the group and all their shopping would be traveling back using Floo powder. They said good bye to the Grangers, who were leaving the pub for the Muggle street on the other side; Mr. Weasley started to ask them how bus stops worked, but stopped quickly at the look on Mrs. Weasley's face. Back at home Harry and Ryan were laughing with the girls about malfoy messed up face and the stranger danger prank Ryan had told them every time they see Lockhart  to call him strange uncle and wonder how long it takes for him to break. they all agreed except Hermione who didn't want to do that to a professor.

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


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

this is just a book im reading and need the audio function! so dont waste time here im already in chapte 55 or something

Getting back from the zoo was simple their wasn't any incident this time around since I didn't want to suffer. Hey I just want the key I don't want any more attention. Don't get me wrong I'm no coward but, needing to do this simple routine witch is the equivalent of being a house elf is shitty enough I don't need the extra drama.

And that is how the day went by I just ate some simple eggs for dinner and when back to my cupboard. The next day was the same thing "Move" was what Dudley said while I pored the coffee. 

  Before long  uncle Vernon told me to get the mail. I said "I'll get it uncle Vernon" walking towards the main entrance I saw it. 

Putting the letters threw the the air holes of the cupboard I head to the kitchen. "Here they are uncle Vernon" And that was how breakfast went and left me. The rest of the day I continued the simple routine that Harry lived. I say simple but it was dreadful he would clean the dishes, clean the kitchen . From their he would have to hear his aunts constant nagging  of how grateful he should be of just being alive. 


Man no Wonder Harry had a lot of self a steam issue if I didn't know who I was then I would have issues to. From their it was smooth sailing till lunch were he would help aunt petunia make and serve it. From their he would throw out the trash tend to the grass and barely have any dinner. 

Going threw the motions and the day went by I couldn't wait for the night to open my letter. You are probably wondering how old are you to act like a little kid. However you must realize something really important I might be 19 years old mentally but physically I'm that of a 10 year old about to be 11.So I'm still fighting my body and sadly I lost. The time had finally arrived and opening the letter it said. 

  
"HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Mr. Potter 
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress"

Why was this letter so important you may ask because it conform the reality that this want a dream. And that I was truly Harry James Potter. I wasn't Jake anymore but Harry and I needed to live with it or die a horrible death.

Waking up in a loud and tight space our MC must see what he must do to survive. He doesn’t have crazy abilities or anything that would set him above the rest. However an undying will and future knowledge might be what let’s him survive this crazy situation.


Hey guys Arthur here I won’t drop the book but I’m doing this at my pace since my life is very chaotic and I’m doing this for fun. I’m most likely not going to be constant just a warning

It all began with a dark room, a hooting owl, and a letter in front of me.

The room had no features I could parse. The owl was motley brown. The letter looked handwritten in a really difficult cursive. My room was gone. My surroundings were gone. The letter itself glowed with a light of its own, and the contents seemed to shift under my sight.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)​

Dear Mr. Umbrus,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.

Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress

The letter had also something written on its back; it was the list of provisions. Something dreadfully heavy settled at the bottom of my stomach. This couldn't be what I thought it was, could it? Perhaps an alien race had kidnapped me. It would explain the dark room. Maybe I was in a coma. That too was an acceptable solution. My surroundings shifted, the darkness leaving the place to blurs and to forms.

They took on clearer shapes a bit at the time, revealing figures moving back and forth on rails. In front of me, a luggage on wheels with my stuff rested. An owl hooted from its perch, staring right at me with an inquisitive glance. I looked around, seeing no familiar figures. There was little I could do, but swallow my nervousness and walk towards the platform I still remembered would lead on the way to Hogwarts' train.

Platform Nine and Three Quarters was hidden within a pillar, and as I walked through it, my eyes closed by reflex, I came out in a realm of robes and strange hat-wearing people. I had no cellphone in my pockets. I had no Ipod. I had a wand, actually, a shiny dark thing that was probably twelve to thirteen inches in length. It was a bit hard to hide the thing, and I could feel it poke against my sides, strapped to the left side of my chest in a wand-holder reminiscing of a revolver's holster.

There were families tearfully waving goodbye to their sons and daughters, some with more emphasis than others. I simply pulled my luggage on the train without a word.

"I am a wizard," I muttered. Then, I realized that pulling the luggage up was more of a challenge than previously thought, and the sinking feeling in my guts materialized even further.

Shit.

I was an eleven year old kid. My height was gone, my strength too, and all I had was a lousy wand and stuff I had no idea how it had made its way into my possession. This looked every bit like a coma-induced feverish dream. Perhaps I shouldn't have eaten whatever I ate the night before. What was it again? It was a pizza. No, pizzas couldn't be so evil as to give me such vivid and vibrant nightmares.

Thus, I climbed on while quietly cursing my weak self. I settled in the first carriage I could find, since I needed more than one trip to empty the trolley on which my luggage rested. By the time I was done, I sighed and slumped against the creaking armchair.

I yawned, not out of tiredness, but out of nervousness. There had to be a mistake. I couldn't be a wizard. The wand I pulled out from my wand holster felt warm in my hand, my children finger looked so eerie compared to what I was used to. Still, as I swished the wand back and forth, I expected something to happen. Well, no, I expected nothing to happen. I was rewarded with some sparks instead. They fluttered about, wheezing out of the tip of my wand in a myriad of pretty colors. I offhandedly mused about the colors of the sparks, watching them range from crimson to green, then through blue, violet, mauve and as I thought about it, they changed into yellow too.

There was no muscle-pulling involved, no strange back-end feeling. It was bizarre. I couldn't feel some kind of magical mana resource, or some form of twirling warmth in my chest. There was literally nothing telling me I was depleting mana, or that magic had a cost of some sorts. I should have felt more excited. I could do magic. At the same time, that feeling of elation was dulled by the sheer weight of the situation at hand.

What the hell was I doing in the Harry Potter world? Why was I even here? What was the point? Hell, if I had been born in the world, I could at the very least come up with some chalked up shitty explanation like parallel worlds existing; you die, you get reborn in another world. Rinse and repeat enough times, you're bound to become a genetic defect where you keep the memories of your past life.

It was a shitty explanation for something that couldn't really be explained, but it would make more sense than me appearing in a dark room in my eleven year old form. This felt like I had been placed in such a situation. Magic did it seemed the most viable answer, but if magic 'did it' then I had to ask myself why it did such a thing.

The train car's door swung open as some unknown students filtered in, and I quietly sheathed my wand once more, ashamedly looking at the window without a second thought. The students began to animatedly chat about their lessons, transfiguration with McGonagall, their hate for potions with professor Snape, the amount of work with Charms...and I couldn't help but ask.

"I'm sorry," I said, catching the trio of older students' attention, "I heard about Defense Against the Dark Art having a different professor every year...who's the one this year?"

"Ah," one of the older students said, his tie marking him as a Hufflepuff. "It's Professor Quirrell. He used to do Muggle Studies," he grinned. "He's a nice professor."

Good, then I was in the year of the lord one thousand nine hundred ninety-one. The year in which Harry Potter frequented Hogwarts. The year in which the Philosopher Stone was at Hogwarts. The year in which Voldemort was at Hogwarts.

It was going to be a nice year, as long as I kept my head low and did absolutely frigging nothing.

It eased me a bit to know that I hadn't been thrown in a random year, in a random setting, in a random parallel world.

"You're a first year, so you have it easy," the older Hufflepuff said. "There's a lot of hard work once you hit the electives," he added. "Enjoy your school life while you still can."

I will, filler-type character. I swear I will. "I'll do my best," I answered in turn. "What are the professors like?" I asked next.

It wouldn't do to grow quiet and keep my gaze centered at the sights beyond the train car's window. If I socialized, at the very least I'd be able to learn more about things, and maybe even catch stuff that I had once read, and that I didn't remember any longer. It had been years, perhaps even decades, since I had last read the books.

Still, the hours passed in relative peace. I even pulled out one of the school books to get a head start, but closed it after no more than half an hour, a dull headache from reading while in movement the main cause. With a dreary sigh, I closed my eyes and rested.

I was woken up by the rattling of the door, a blond figure popping in briefly, glancing around, and then looking at me for the briefest of instants. "I am looking for Harry Potter."

"I lack a scar on my forehead," I replied, pointing at my pristine and clear forehead. The blond sneered, and then left.

"Oh yeah, Harry Potter's supposed to be on the train!" another of the older years said with a gush to his voice. "The Boy-Who-Lived! He'll definitely be a Gryffindor." The fact the teen's tie had the colors of Gryffindor meant that his judgment was clearly biased, but it was also the truth, though he wouldn't know it.

I grew quiet, until at a certain point the older students began to shift into their robes, and I did the same with mine. "You can leave the luggage on the train," one of the older students told me, "They'll send the house elves to fetch them."

I nodded and thanked him.

Then, I stepped outside to face the chilly September month of Scotland and the cold, freezing waters of the Hogwarts' lake upon a boat.

The castle's lights in the far off distance glittered, giving it a very magical appearance.

The cold wind biting into my skin dug deep into my chest, however.

The malaise clung to me like a shroud, the stomach bottomed at my feet.

Congratulations, Shade Umbrus...

...you have become a wizard, destroyer of physics.

Not my novel, please don't comment, please don't ask about plots and what not l, I simply don't care. The only reason I upload it here is to listen on the audiobook while I work a 12/14 hours long shift.

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I woke up early because I asked Dotty to wake me up and that she could use magic if I didn't listen after the first time, I have never failed to wake up after hearing her voice after the first time i told her that she could use magic to wake me up, I can't go into more detail because i am repressing those memories, at least it helped me make great strides in my mental defences because no one is ever getting to see that memory. anyway after freshening up and getting dressed I walked down stairs to see my Grandparents looking stunned at the fact that Uncle Sirius had brought a girl home with him, moving on we found out that she was a muggle born witch that was from France and she had a name that I am never going to be able to spell and that the only reason that we were meeting her was because Sirius had decided to marry her and she wanted to meet his family
so here we are at the most awkward breakfast I have had in this world you have Grandpa and Grandma at either end of the table me sat in the middle on one side with Daphne to my left and Harry to my right trying to make sure that his scar is not visible because he is unsure how Sirius' girlfriend would react to it, with Sirius and his girlfriend sat opposite me and Daphne. A torturous hour latter we were finally able to go to Diagon alley to get what we need only for me, Harry and Grandpa told to go and get Three trunks that we could use in school while Grandma drags Daphne off towards Gringotts, maybe it has something to do with our engagement and the goblin in charge of the Greengrass vaults needs to be made aware of it incase we have children in the future they could inherit money in the vault or they just need to get some money out who knows. When we had got the trunks that had a good amount of space we waited near the steps of Gringotts and we were drawing quite a lot of attention partly because of me form the muggle-born wizards and witches partly from Harry because of his scar but no one would have noticed us if it wasn't for the fact that Grandpa was wearing robes with the crest of the Potter family on the front and back of it and most wizarding families were aware of the crest because Harry was a Potter and after being drawn in by Grandpa people started to notice Harry for the most part but some recognised me as well or people were trying to guess who I was because my hair and eye colour didn't make it obvious that it was a Potter as well. It didn't help much when my Grandma returned with a blushing Daphne who walked over and grabbed my arm
" did you get the trunks" Grandma asked as we started to walk towards Ollivanders shop.
" yeah, anything i need to be made aware of right now" Grandpa said as he was looking and Daphne out of the corner of his eye. " we will talk when we get home first we need to finish shopping" Grandma says before turning to look at us " I think that we should make this quicker if you take Harry and go and get the books for Daphne I will go and get the cauldron and the other bits and bobs, Jonathan pass me your list so I can double check it while you and Daphne go to madam Malkin's  to get her school robes wait there for me to get you" Grandma says as she walks off with the list for school supplies leaving all the males in the group befuddled at what just happened but before I can say anything I am being dragged by my arm towards the robe's shop, when I walked into the shop I realised that I must have fucked with fate because lo and behold Draco Malfoy was stood on a stool getting his robes measured by one of the apprentice dress makers in the store.
" Ah mister Potter I didn't expect you to be back in my store so soon, i must admit that some of the ideas that you have give me are very good, are you perhaps here to tell me where you got the ideas from" Madam Malkin addresses me as I enter the shop with Daphne just behind me
" I'm not here for that at the moment, this lovely lady behind me is joining Hogwarts this year as well and we are here to get the uniform, my Grandma said to wait here until it is done plus she has the money for this, i hope that would not be a problem" I say as I sit on one of the chairs in the corner hoping to avoid starting a conversion with the boy that has only one line to say.
" well my dear would you come with me into the back it is a little more privet so girls don;t have to worry about boys looking at them during the measurements taking bit" Madam Malkin said as she leads Daphne into the back of the shop.
With my father will here about this wait i mean Draco Malfoy getting his robes finished by the apprentice he saunters over " I thought the only Potter near my age was the one with the scar so who are you?"
" No one important" ' I really wish I brought a book or something this is dull'
" you should be glad to be friends with I Draco Malfoy, I will be able to help you make good decisions about the wizarding world after all my father is an important person in the ministry" he says while looking smug out of the window
" Why would i do that, the potters are not a group of muggle-borns that have just banded together for the safety in numbers and if I really needed help I would just ask the Greengrass family for help, i have known them longer plus you are to arrogant, you would try and use me to increase your own standing which just makes it more likely that you will never get friends and only have lackeys that take money from you for nothing and when you are older they may ever have sex with your wife without you knowing, so stop looking down on people just because your father is someone important you would be nothing with out him so work your way up yourself instead of relying on someone else."
well at least this helped me a bit because Draco looked like a Young Tom Felton so at least i can guess who some people are just by matching faces to the actor that played them in the films, Because of my little rant at Draco he stormed out with his one line only to be dragged back in by his mother because he had not finished getting his robes sorted yet, after she had dealt with him she turned to me but before she could start to speak i beat her to it
" Hey aunt Narcissa how have you been"
" I don't know you so how do you know my name"
" my uncle Sirius told me that he had a relative that married into the Malfoy family and another that married into the Lestrange family how is aunt Trixie is she still as mad as ever"
this caused Narcissa to turn a little pale at the fact of her sister in Azkaban but before anything else could happen Daphne returned with Madam Malkin and my Grandma had just entered the shop.
" have you been messing with people again, what have i told you about that" my Grandma asks as she can feel the tension in the room as she entered the shop
" how am I always the one you blame first, it is not my fault that the blonde over there was an arrogant misguided fool who made me angry which cause him to run out the shop without paying, to be dragged back in by Aunty Cissy and i asked her how Aunty Trixie was at that point everyone else turned up" Hearing what i said Grandma turned to Narcissa " were you by any chance formally a member of the Black family because the have sort of become extended family because of Sirius being the godfather to Harry and Jonathan. Madam Malkin How much for the robes for Daphne we still have a few things to go and get" 
on the way to the wand shop for the second time Grandma slaps me around the head causing Daphne to laugh at me as we get to Ollivanders Harry and Grandpa are bringing a trunk full of books " how about you three go in and we will stay out here 
after a few minutes and Ollivander trying to be creepy Harry ends up with the same 11" long, made of holly, and possessed a phoenix feather core that he should have. I get a 10" blackthorn with a Thunderbird feather that ollivander had to as newt Scamander for and Daphne had a wand that was 11 3/4" ash with a unicorn hair as the core.  
we returned to the house for dinner, then we spent the rest of the month getting used to doing magic with a wand to be honest the feeling i get each time that i use the wand is that it increases my control but maybe because my intent behind the spell is multilayered that the power seams to be about the same as when i did spells wandless that only for the spell that i have been able to use in that manor the other spell that i haven't gotten right for the way i want them to work they feel more powerful when i use the wand. 
When Harry and I arrive at the station with the Hogwarts express along with our family and the Greengrass family there is about 30 minutes left before it is time for departure. Dotty and Daisy had been sent ahead to Hogwarts, After a quick hug with my Grandparents i make my way to the back of the train to find and empty compartment where i can store mt trunk, Harry is not far behind me as we enter the cabin. Daphne appears at the door " I'm going a bit further up a couple of girls in our year have asked me to join them" 
"ok do you want me to come with you or is this you just letting me know what your plans are? either way we should still be in here if you get board, knock if the blind is down one of us might be changing into the school robes." 
"yeah it is just me letting you know thanks for the invite hopefully it will not be boring wish me luck"
hours later and after finding a toad ( just used Accio) and getting a wild Hermione Granger as a friend we arrived at Hogsmead station and me being able to see the Thestrals unsure if it is because of the reincarnation or the fact that my eyes were open when i used the blast of magic to kill the Troll as it only states seeing death as the reason to see them. anyway one slow ass boat ride later we are shoved into a room for 20 minutes probably to make everyone nervous and if there are and good at Occlumency that the panic of other might make it easier for the sorting hat to see all the memories to make the best judgement of the child              
                        

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