Harry Potter Fanfiction
This is my first time writing a book.

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Hello,

If you're reading this that means you've made it all the way through, to the end of the story! And if you did that, you must have liked it – I would hope that if you thought it royally sucked you would have hit the back button by chapter 2! In any case, thanks for reading, I hope you laughed your ass off. I certainly did while writing this damn thing.

Anyhow, just wanted to let you know that there will certainly be a sequel. I didn't want to write it, since I know it's just an excuse for me to procrastinate from my own works - but I can't NOT write it! It's too bloody funny not to write. I'd go crazy giggling to myself about all the things that could happen if I didn't! So in an effort to preserve what's left of my sanity, Harry Potter and the Slippery Secret (i.e. book 2) has begun. The first chapter has just been uploaded.

Also, I wanted to thank all of my reviewers. As HP and the PSB was my first venture into fan fiction I must say that I was both surprised and delighted with the reviews that were left for me. It's a wild sort of rush to know that someone is actually reading my story!

Have a good one!

A note about the story. Personally I think it fits together pretty well and to me, the events that take place make sense. So, for those of you who may have been wondering what I was thinking while compiling the story, this is for you:

Harry doesn't see anything in the Mirror of Erised because he's completely happy. Everything he's ever really wanted - to be accepted (the flamboyant gay thing), to have friends (he now has plenty), to have a home (Hogwarts) – he has. He's pretty independent and accepting of his circumstances so it just didn't seem to fit that he would crave his parents and a traditional family.

Ron doesn't see himself as the Quidditch/Head Boy in the Mirror because he already stands apart from the other Weasleys. Bill's the Head Boy, Charlie's the Quidditch Captain, Percy's the brain, Fred & George are the jokers, Ginny's the girl, and Ron is the one who's hanging out with a Malfoy. The obvious replacement for this hearts desire to stand out would likely be the money issue – Ron should see himself as being very rich. But most of Ron's money woes are built upon the Malfoy teasing in the books. Since Draco doesn't make fun of the Weasleys finances, Ron has little need to feel insecure – especially with someone like Harry around who is handy with a needle and thread and more than accustomed to 'making do.'

Draco and Ron are grudgingly friends. They're 11 and when they meet on the train the only history they have is through family reputation. If I had written this as a fifth year book or something like that - they're friendship might be a huge stretch but I think it fits pretty well for people who have really just met. Both of them want to be friends with Harry which means they have to find a way to get along. Ron and Harry are closer than Harry and Draco which means that it's Draco who more often has to hold his tongue. They meet on the train and compete for the floor during their Quidditch talk but I think the actual friendship begins when Draco makes fun of Hermione after she embarrasses Ron about the smudge on his nose. Ron likes how the Weasley/Malfoy friendship makes him stand out, and Draco likes having people he can actually talk to – being with Crabbe and Goyle sounds really boring to me! And as they're Gryffindors who don't care about the Malfoy name, they're not just sycophants trying to get in with his father. They're both very protective of Harry which helps the friendship along.

I don't think the timing is too far off regarding the Gringotts break-in. Hagrid and Harry spend quite a bit of time at the Dursley house before setting off for Diagon Alley, so they would have reached the bank much later than in the book. I figure the Malfoys are REALLY rich and Draco will have spent ALL DAY being fitted for various robes - so despite the delay at the Dursley house and the Gringott's robbery, they still get to meet in Madam Malkin's (yes, this is a stretch but I really wanted them to meet there!)

Harry is only eleven but he already knows he likes boys - I don't know a ton of gay people but of those I know, they (especially guys) all kind of knew something was up by the time they were 7 or 8, they might not have known they were gay exactly but they know something was a little different, of course it wasn't something they said out loud because they learned very early on not to. And there are always a couple of boys that just like to do the traditionally girlie things - Harry happens to be one of them that happens also to be gay. In any case, this part is allowed to be unbelievable - the whole point of the story was to make him really flamboyantly gay so who cares how it happened?

Being not just gay but really REALLY flamboyantly so in the Dursley household takes guts and a certain strength of character that J.K Rowling's Harry doesn't have. And that's where the main changes to Harry's personality arise. He's pretty damn independent - because he has to be. He couldn't be flamboyant otherwise. He refuses to be anything other than himself - for the same reason, and this leads to him being a bit rebellious (like really liking reading when the Dursleys deny him books). He also has learned to read people pretty well - knowing just how far he can push the Dursleys before he really gets into trouble etc. He won't stand for anyone being treated badly - the way he was at the Dursleys, especially for things they have no control over, especially now that he's in a place where he's accepted. He's no hypocrite.

Hermione gets to be a bit girlier because she's not around two 'boy' boys. Harry's boy enough that he wouldn't annoy her like Lavender and Parvati but girly enough to bring out other aspects of her girly self

As mentioned in the first couple of paragraphs in 'The Letters From No One' Harry played with the girls at old school sometimes thus his access to the Ken doll - I know, Mattel is an American company but Barbie and Ken are very much alive and well, throughout much of the world (I'm not a Barbie fan at all and had quite a bit of fun - ahem - sticking it to Ken).

Draco comes through with the Hermione friendship for a few reasons. 1, he wants to be friends with Harry. I wouldn't imaging that he's ever had proper friends before so losing Harry would be a big one - especially since Crabbe and Goyle have loyalties to Harry as well. Also, spending time being teased about blindly following his father might lead to him opening his eyes a bit. And of course, he's 11, Hermione's a cool chic, and it's fun to get one past Daddy.

As Hagrid says to Harry, they're in a world where people are breeding with giants, werewolves are running around, and most of the men would do anything to jump a Veela (which seem to be kind of vulturelike half the time if I remember book 4 correctly) - so it seems pretty reasonable that being accepting of same sex relationships is the norm. I would imagine that in a society like that way more people would be openly gay - or bi - or would at least dabble with the bi experience. So if Harry openly has a crush on Fred and George or kisses Draco and it turns out none of them are gay - who cares? It would be just like being hit-on by someone you're not attracted to - of the gender you are attracted to. No biggie.

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*** 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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No place is a better place for looking at some information than a library. One of Iris reasons to go to Hogwarts is to personally see the content of it's library. Iris has spent almost all of her free times there. Sometimes she would be accompany by Hermione Granger, who think of her as comrade with same hobbies. Or, in this current situation, Draco Malfoy, who's been wandering alone around Harry and Iris lately.

Draco has just finish his charms assignment, he look up from his parchment to see Iris still busy, reading some old books.  He noticed that Iris usually read books about curses or charms. Draco rolled up his parchment and put it in his school bag, alongside his self-inking Quill.

He rise from his seat and strech, "I'll go back first, okay." he said.

"Ok, bye." Iris said without looking up from the book that she read.

"Bye." Draco shook his head at the flat response, getting used to it now. He grab his bag and walk out of the library.

Draco just walk pass by the Great Hall when he was grab from behind, hand covering his mouth.

He was thrown in an empty room nearby. He turn his head to see Crabbe and Goyle standing menacingly while looking at him.

"What?" Draco ask arrogantly, try to stand back while dusting his robe off the dust.

Crabbe kick him hard, "Stop acting like you're our boss. You're not."

Draco snorted. Crabbe get angry and went to kick him again. Goyle stop him.

Crabbe turn to face Goyle, "Why did you hold me back?"

"His Dad can get us kill." Goyle said.

"Forget him." Crabbe wave Goyle away, "Don't you remember what my father wrote in his letter, there is a move in the Ministry, the Minister did not take after Malfoy again."

What a dumbass, Draco thought. His father has wrote him too. Minister Fudge has been trying to curry favor with Black. He's been ignoring Lucius, Draco's father. Lucius has a suspicion that Fudge may have something planned. Lucius know about his son friendship with Potter and told Draco to trust his insting instead. Draco is so happy when he's told that he could keep Potter friendship.

But, this two is such a pain in his ass. 

***

"Ehm." Light cough disturb Iris.

She look up from the book that she's reading and come to face Madam Pince.

"Time to close." the librarian said.

"Oops." Iris look back at the book on her hands to memorize the last page that she read and write it in a little notebook that she kept. 

She closed the book and put it back to it's place where she took it from before. She wave Madam Pince goodbye and walk out of the library.

Iris walk with silent and steady steps. She's just about to take a turn to go downstairs to the Hufflepuff entrance when she heard commotion. She stop walking and try to hear better. It's like someone getting mad at some other guy?

Iris walk slowly to the source of the sound. It is in an empty room that she know exist near there. Iris stop to peek at the unclosed door and found three young boys. Two is big bodies and one is thin blonde boy. 

Is that Draco? That blonde is so Malfoy like. Iris squint her eyes. Definetely Draco. And that big boys is the twins but not twins, that has been with him at Hogwarts Express before. Who is it again? Damn, she can't remember their names. Whatever. They were talking, well, the big boys is talking. Draco just stand there, stick to the wall.

"...always together with Potter."

Hm. What is it all about?

Draco move from his place in the wall, "It's none of your bussiness." he said.

Iris want to applaud Draco. It's look like he's been forced to a corner by the two boys and got threatened to stay away from Harry, but still managed to sound so arrogant. 

One of the boys grab Draco collar shirt roughly, "You think we're afraid of you?" 

"Aren't you nothing more than Malfoy's lackeys?" Draco said. That was what Ronald Weasley from Gryffindor use to insult them.

The boy kick Draco hard. Iris has just want to move her fingers to block the attack when someone walk pass her, straight in to the room.

Damn it, Harry. 

***

Harry Potter has just finish another one of his daily mind conversation with Voldemort. He got up from his bed and went to look for Iris. Theo has said before that Iris is in library the last time he sees her, so Harry go out from the Hufflepuff common room to fetch her.

He see her walk pass the door that's leading to their common room. Harry find her eavesdropping nearby. He too hear what was said. When he see that Crabbe want to kick Draco, he move forward to block the kick. He push hard and throw Crabbe away from Draco.

"WHAT THE??!!" Crabbe blown up, but got silent when he see Harry Potter standing protectively in front of Draco.

Goyle move to help Crabbe and stand beside him. Harry just stand there in silent. Draco look up at Harry like he's his hero. Iris still stand by the door. No need for her to get involved then.

They are glaring at each other, more like Crabbe and Goyle are glaring at Harry, who's glaring back at them. Draco just look disdainfully at his two housemates.

"That's enough." Harry suddenly said, "Stay away from Draco."

"Saint Potter is so brave, he even defend Death Eaters son." Crabbe mock Harry.

Harry is frowning, how come this two have guts to hit Malfoy, things has change this time around.

"What??" Crabbe missunderstood Harry's silence and continue to mock Harry, "Don't you know Death Eaters? Follower of The Dark Lord? The one who kill your parents?"

Outside, Iris knock her forehead on the wall. That dumbass.

"Oh, shut up." Harry said. Crabbe feel that his tounge get stick in the roof of his mouth. He pointed at Harry with red face. Goyle grab him and take him away from the room.

"Idiots." Harry said at their backs. Crabbe want Harry to hate Draco for the things that Lucius Malfoy did, totally forget about the fact that they too, are son's of a Death Eaters. He turn to look at Draco, "Are you okay?"

Draco nodded, he can't believe that Potter still defend him after what Crabbe has said.

"Can you walk?" Harry ask, "Did he kick you somewhere?"

Draco grimaced, just realizing that he's been kicked twice, his foot and stomach did feel hurts.

"We'll go to the hospital wings." Harry then help him to walk.

They both walk by pass the empty corridor. Eh. Harry's glancing around to find Iris, none. Where did she go again? Sigh. He focus on getting Draco to Madam Pomfrey instead.

***

"Mmm...mmmmm..mmmm" Crabbe try to talk to Goyle. Feeling angry. There's two of them, he believe that they can take over Potter. Why did Goyle take him away? He push Goyle hard.

Goyle sigh, "Don't you see that he curse you without wands?" 

Crabbe eyes widened. He did not realized that.

"Potter is different." Goyle said, "We can't just fight him like that."

Crabbe nodded.

"What I don't understand is, why did you guys have to talk about his parents?" there is a girl voice behind them, "Don't you know that I have spent a very long time try to convince him to take this path?"

Crabbe and Goyle turn around and see Iris Swan. They are feeling weird at the moment, where did this girl come from?

"We don't know what you're talking about." Goyle said.

"And you won't." Iris move her fingers.

Crabbe and Goyle turn to face each other, they grab each other clothes and started fighting. Iris look at them one last time at the duo. Sigh heavily, then walk away.

***

The first time Harry Potter repeat his life, he thought he got a second chance to fix everything  and save everyone.

The second time it happen, he thought that life (or is it death) must be play a joke at him.

The next time it happen again, he just feel tired and want it all to end.

Now it happen, Harry is surprised to find a little girl he never seen before.

"You've done it all wrong." Iris Swan said while giving Harry devil eyes, "you're saving the wrong people, making win the wrong side."

Harry is dumbfounded.

Not my novel I upload it here so I can listen to the audiobook while working long hours 

All glory goes to original author Sliksick
https://m.fanfiction.net/s/12288184/1/Harry-Potter-Carry-On-Wayward-Son

A young man who was acclaimed as a genius by everyone was currently reading Harry Potter, his favorite novel but  was complaining about the story and end up dead by your ever kind god Truck-sama.

I don't own the universe of Harry Potter nor their Characters.

"So you're saying your family have house-elf too?" Chris asked.
"Yeah. For almost hundred years. It's nice you know, my mother doesn't feel very much lonely with them. They're very faithful." Jason said eating some Every Flavour Beans.
It was Saturday afternoon, Chris and Jason were talking, sitting under a tree, a little far from the lake.
"They? How many house-elves you have?" Chris asked, taking some Every Flavour Beans from Jason.
"Two. Fib and Kat." Jason replied. " I always prefer Fib to do my works."
"Why?"
"Kat is female elf. She is over protective in every way, she'll report every time she finds something weird in my room and she is also very bossy; 'young master Jason shouldn't do that. Young master should eat healthy food. Young master should do that... shouldn't behave like this.' It's too much for me." Jason said with a sigh.
Chris laughed and put another one from Every Flavour Beans in her mouth.
"You only brought the sweet and salty ones, didn't you?" She asked raising her eyebrows.
"I don't like the other flavours. So I always separate them first." Jason said casually. "Easy spell. It'll take two days to learn."
"Great. Teach me later." Chris smiled and looked at the lake. On the other side of the lake Ron and Hermione were helping Harry with his bubble charm.
"Isn't that Potter and gang?" Jason asked, also looking at them.
"Yup."
"What're they doing?"
"Practicing the bubble charm." Chris replied. "For the second task."
"Bubble charm? Nice. Effective way to breath under water." Jason replied. "But it takes months to master and the second task is just one week away."
"I know I'm also worried about him." Chris said with a sigh.
"You're always worried about others." Jason said rolling his eyes.
"They're my friends Jason and Harry's luck is too bad to trust." Chris replied. 
"Whatever. You should be safe." Jason said. "Well do you still have the dagger I sent you, when we were in first year?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"Keep it. It's made by Kat. It'll never fail you." Jason replied.
"It's made by a house-elf?"
"Yes. Elf magic is really different from us. Technically they're more stronger than us, that's why wizards made them slave and trained them like this so they never could be a threat to wizards." Jason said seriously. "I think they did the right thing. I mean do you know they can even Apparate and Disappearate in places where other's can't. It can be really dangerous if they decided to go against wizards one day."
"Like even in Hogwarts?" Chris asked curiously.
"Yeah. Even inside the castle."
"Wow." Chris replied, as she was deep in thoughts about the elves.
"Hey, what're you doing on next Hogsmeade trip?" Jason asked after sometime.
"Are you asking me out to Hogsmeade, Fawley?" Chris asked raising an eyebrow.
"Kind of." Jason smirked. "You know I can't hope that everytime I'll bump into you in Hogwarts grounds and you'll decide to stay and talk to me under a tree."
Chris laughed.
"Fine. But you've to say hi to my friends."
"What kind of condition is this?" Jason asked.
"It's just a hi, Jason." Chris replied.
"Alright." Jason said rolling his eyes. "For you."
"That's cute." Chris chuckled. 
Jason rolled his eyes again.

___________________________________

"This is hopeless." Hermione slammed a book on the Gryffindor table at lunchtime, looking frustrated. "I don't know what to do."
"What happened?" Ginny asked.
"Harry is still struggling with his bubble charm." Hermione said sitting beside Chris. "His bubble is still weak to survive one hour."
"But the second task is in two days." Colin said looking shocked.
"Exactly how will he..?" Luna said.
"No idea." Hermione said breathlessly. "He is nervous too. He is still working with Ron near the lake."
"We should've thought about some backup plan." Ginny said. "Is it too late now?"
"Maybe." Chris said cooly. "It's time to visit the library again, I guess. Let's see if there something which can help him. Today after dinner?"
"Ok." Hermione replied.
But they found nothing. Nothing at all which can help with this sort of situation. Harry went off food again. He tried to practice the bubble charm day and night but he couldn't breath inside the lake more than twenty minutes or thirty minutes. If thats how Harry goes in the lake for the task, he was going to drown.
The evening before the second task, as Harry was still working on his bubble charm with Ron; Chris, Ginny, Luna, Colin and Hermione sat on the library to find something else. Though they didn't found anything in last two days, Hermione was still hopeful.
"I don't reckon it can be done," said Ginny's voice flatly from the other side of the table. "There's nothing. Nothing. Closest was that thing to dry up puddles and ponds, that Drought Charm, but that was nowhere near powerful enough to drain the lake."
"There must be something," Hermione muttered, moving a candle closer to her. Her eyes were so tired she was poring over the tiny print of Olde and Forgotten Bewitchments and Charmes with her nose about an inch from the page. "They'd never have set a task that was undoable."
Chris was checking a charms book and Luna and Colin were looking into Weird Wizarding Dilemmas and Their Solutions.
"Oh this is no use," Hermione said, snapping shut another book. "Who on earth wants to make their nose hair grow into ringlets?"
"I wouldn't mind," said Fred Weasley's voice. "Be a talking point, wouldn't it?"
All of them looked up from their books, Fred and George had just emerged from behind some bookshelves.
"What're you two doing here?" Ginny asked.
"Looking for Hermione," said George. "McGonagall wants you, Hermione."
"Why?" said Hermione, looking surprised.
"Dunno … she was looking a bit grim, though," said Fred.
"We're supposed to take you down to her office," said George.
Hermione looked at Chris then to Ginny.
"It's alright. You go, we'll continue." Ginny said. "We're going to take these books to common room."
"Ok. I'll see you in the common room, then." Hermione said getting up.
"Do you reckon where Ron is?" George asked. "We're supposed to take him there too."
"He's near the lake.." Hermione said as they left.
At eight o'clock, Madam Pince had extinguished all the lamps and Chris, Ginny and Colin took many books to the Gryffindor tower. Luna said she'll check her Ravenclaw common room books.
They sat in a corner and started looking into the books.
"Harry should come back." Colin said worriedly. "It's too late to go inside the lake."
"Go call him if you can." Chris replied. "A extra pair of eyes will help."
"Ok." Colin said as he and Ginny ran outside to call Harry.
Crookshanks crawled into Chris's lap and curled up, purring deeply. 
"Hey Chris." Neville said as he sat on the opposite chair to Chris after some time.
"Hey Neville." Chris yawned.
"You look tired." Neville replied. "What're you looking for in so many books?"
"Something to help Harry in tomorrow's task." Chris said.
"What is it?" 
"He have to go down the lake and bring back something they took from him. But the tricky part is he have to breath under water for one hour." Chris replied.
"Oh. So he needs something to help him breath under water?" Neville asked thinking.
"Yup."
"Oh I know how to... wait." Neville said suddenly and ran to their dormitory.
Chris looked up surprised and waited as Neville emerged from the stairs.
"Look." He panted as he held up the book: Magical Water Plants of the Mediterranean.
Chris looked at it as he opened a page.
"Gillyweed?" 
"Yes. It creates gill in you, to breath under water." Neville grinned. "I was just reading it today. Professor Moody gave it to me few days ago, as Professor Spourt told him that I'm good in Herbology."
"Professor Moody?" Chris looked more surprised.
"Yes. But I don't know where you will get that." Neville said not noticing Chris's surprised face.
'There's definitely something wrong here. Why's Professor Moody so keen to help Harry?'  'He also helped Cedric.'
"Chris!"
"Oh yes. I think Snape have it." Chris said. "I heard him talking about it the other day."
"But you can't ask from Snape. He'll never..." Neville looked frightened.
"Ask Snape what?" Harry asked as he, Ginny and Colin returned to the common room.
"There's a plant which will help you breath under water." Chris said. "If only your bubble charm doesn't work."
"I'm working on it." Harry said, looking nervous. "I'm going to work all night."
Chris sighed.
"Snape have the Gillyweed which will help you. Now how do I get that from Snape." She muttered. "He'll not give it if we ask... we can't break into his office.... but...."
"It's impossible." Harry collapsed on a chair.
"Harry you haven't eat anything." Ginny said. "You skipped lunch and dinner. If you continue like this then you'll not have strength to go under water tomorrow."
"Ginny's right Harry. Let's go to the kitchen and..." Colin said.
"Wait. Kitchen." Chris's face lit up. "Kitchen. We need to go to the kitchen."
"What?" Neville asked.
"Dobby. Harry do you think Dobby will do anything for you?" Chris asked.
"I don't know. Maybe yes." Harry said. "Wait. What're you...?"
"No time to explain. It's already nine o'clock. Get up. We need to go to the Kitchen." Chris said getting up, forgetting that Crookshanks was on her lap. Crookshanks hissed angrily as he landed on the floor, he looked at Chris in disbelief.
"Sorry Crookshanks." Chris muttered as she scratched his ears, bending over him.
Crookshanks purred happily then walked away, with his bot­tlebrush tail in the air.

Chris, Harry, Ginny, Colin and Neville ran towards the Great Hall. From there went down to the fruit bowl painting, tickled the pear and entered the kitchen.
As soon as they entered the kitchen, a squealing voice came running, "Harry Potter, sir! Harry Potter!"
It was Dobby. Almost instantly other house-elves gathered around them. Chris understood the reason behind this much attention, first the house-elves just finished their work and second they saw The Harry Potter.
"Do Harry Potter need anything, sir?" Dobby squeaked loudly. "Would Harry Potter like a cup of tea?"
"No.. It's..." Harry looked at Chris.
"Dobby, I need to talk to you and can you all give us some cakes, every kind of cakes." Chris said to the other house-elves.
They all started working hurriedly. Chris pulled Harry and Dobby aside and ask Ginny and Colin to look around so no one can eavesdrop.
"What's it Miss?" Dobby asked.
"Dobby! Harry Potter needs a big help. Will you help him?" Chris whispered.
"Dobby will do anything for Harry Potter, miss. Dobby is free because of Harry Potter."

"Your daughter is a witch, Mr Norton."
"A what?"

A perfectly normal girl's world turns upside down when she was informed that she is a witch and she will attend the Wizarding school Hogwarts. 

A story of a muggle-born witch who has to face the problems created by the dark lord and many more unknown dangers. 

Her journey is much more than any other student. She is specially chosen for something. Join her and see the Magical world from her point of view.



Disclaimer: Jk Rowling owns the Original Harry Potter series.  I don't.

P.S: This is my first time writing a novel.

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