Harry potter thinks he is an ordinary boy-until he is rescued by a bettle- eyed giant of a man, enrolls at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and wizardry, learns to  play Quidditch and does battle in a deadly duel.  The reason Harry Potter is a Wizard.

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

I woke up surrounded by water, with a clear night sky. It was beautiful and relaxing. I was floating around for what seemed like about an hour before I got up. There was a flash of light before I was in a modern office. The office was a decent size and had a good amount of light in it, with a desk in the middle of the room. There was a giant glass window behind the desk; there was nothing behind the window except a beautiful night sky full of stars. I saw a filing cabinet on the desk's left side and a door to the desk's right side. There behind the desk, sat a man. He was average looking and seemed to be focused on writing something down. He looked up at me for a brief moment before saying.
"Darius Ranger, age 26, died from a car crash."
"hmm, excuse me, sir? but where am I."
"You are dead. I have a job of sorting out the souls that come through"
"Okay? so what now?" I asked him. I was curious if I could get reincarnated; that would be pretty cool. I mean, who doesn't want to be reincarnated in their favorite world and be fucking Overpowered. I have read a lot of novels; this is going to be awesome. Villains out there, be warned I am about to whip some ass.
"well, let's see," he says while going through some paperwork on his desk.
"hmm... yes.. you have a positive karma of about 300, about average not bad," he says to me.
"What can I do with that?"
"Honestly, not much. You can go to heaven, which is the standard for people with 100 positive karma, or you can choose a world you want to be reborn into. If you choose this option, you will get no special powers and won't have any previous memories. Basically, you become an actual person in that world."
"Okay...is there anything else I can do?"
"Well, you can draw a ball from the basket over there on the left side of the office."
I looked over to see a basket full of what looked like lottery balls. The basket was about 2 feet in height and stood on a filing cabinet.
"It looks like no one uses that; why?"
"Well...here is the thing about withdrawing a ball. It is completely random. You could end up in the worst part of hell or end up in the best part of heaven, or end up in a world as a bug or a king. It is all about luck with that one."
"hmmm...So I can go to heaven, go to a different world or let fate decide..right?"
"yup, it's all up for you to choose."
I thought about it for a few minutes. Heaven is cool, but I want to go on an adventure. I want to see a different world and do cool shit. I might be 26 years old, but my life was kind of boring. If I choose the world I go in; then I will be another person in that world. It's not bad; I want my memories. The last option is pretty cool, scary, but cool. I was always the one to let fate and luck choose, so why not.
"I want to try and draw, please."
He looked at me for a brief moment before sighing.
"Okay...but if you get a shit place, don't cry to me about it."
"Got it," I said to him. I went closer to the basket, and man, I was nervous, scared, and excited. Reaching into the basket, I pulled out a blue ball with the number 10 on it.
"Okay, give it here, please," he said to me.
I gave the ball to him, with my heart racing a million miles per hour. That ball was going to decide a lot for me, and I was scared. Did I make the right choice, did I choose wrong, what if I get hell or worse get into a dangerous world as a low-rank person?  The more I thought, the more I started to panic. I never was good with luck....shit...what was I thinking. I was going to try and change my mind before he said
"Oh...looks like you lucked out, my friend. You got a few random worlds, You get a wish, and you get to pick your appearance, but the sad part is you cant choose your background."
"What Random world did I get," I said to him. I was still kind of nervous. I mean, what if I got a shit world or something. I don't want to end up in "My little pony universe".....I don't want to think about that. I would probably kill myself.
"Looks like the first world is...the Wizard universe."
"Wizard universe, what's that?" I asked him. I was a lot happier now. I felt like a weight was lifted from my shoulders—no ponies for this guy.
"I think you guys call it the harry potter universe. I don't know why, though. The man doesn't own that universe, but whatever."
"So. I am going to the harry potter universe. I am okay with that, but I wish I could have gotten something better, though."
'Man, harry potter...FUCK...I wasn't that big of a fan and don't know shit about it. My wife was a huge fan of the series, and a week ago, she wanted to watch a marathon with me, but I just had to say No. DAMNIT, note to self all nerd things need to be done with the most importance.
"Okay, I have a couple of questions for you. One what is going to be your appearance, two what is your wish."
"I want to look like sora from kingdom hearts, and  I want all the Beyonder power from Lord of the mysteries, with no side effects," I said to him with a face full of confidence.
"No! I can't do that."
"What....why," I ask him in confusion.
"you said I could decide what I want; what the fuck, bro?"
"Look, that is too much power. Also, I can't let you have that appearance as well."
"WHAT THE FUCK, DUDE, YOU SAID I GET TO PICK. I EVEN DID THE FUCKING LOTTERY BALL," I ask him
"Look...there are certain rules that need to be followed, okay. You cant be more powerful than the strongest person in that universe. You cant change fate too much either, and you cant take the appearance of a smaller universe into a bigger one."
deadpan face "So I cant be stronger than Voldemort or harry potter or Dumbledore
"Yes"
Deadpan face " and I cant have the appearance of sora."
"Yes, that is correct."
**Breathe in** **Breathe out**
"WHAT THE FUCK. What kind of fucking god are you, you piece of shit...I want to be fucking Overpowered damn. There are literally hundreds, and I mean hundreds of situations like this happening in the novels I have read.....fucking...make...me...OP...please..."
"Sigh...look one, I am not a god or a piece of shit...and two, there are gods that have a higher standing than me in those universes for a simple reason that is to keep balance. If we started letting souls do whatever they wanted, it would be chaos. Imagine if someone came into your previous world and had the power to control electricity and decided to kill half the world."
"Fine..."
"Thank you, now for your appearance, you can pick some of the features from the Wizard Universe. For your wish, the only thing I can do is give you the knowledge of the ingredients needed for up to the 8th sequence."
"Only the 8th and I am not born with it....fuck man."
"Look. Power doesn't just appear. It has to be given. That means if you wanted to be born with Beyonder powers, you either have to be in a crazy ritual or not be human."
"Okay..for appearance, make me look above average in appearance...I don't want to be crazy sexy, but also not ugly. For the Beyonder, powers is that with or without side effects."
"Depends. If you pick only 4, then no side effects more than that and you either have side effects or not human."
"Okay...I want Visionary, Moon, Twilight Giant, and White Tower pathway."
"Good choice, next question. Do you want to be born with these powers or have to get the ingredients and make the potion yourself?"
"I thought you said that I am born with it bad things will happen to me, and maybe I won't be human."
"That is corrected, but I can make you not human but still be able to have a fairly normal life as a non-human."
"No, I am good; I don't want to be anything but a human."
"Okay, and everything is done. Just pass through that door to the right."
"Thank you."
"You are welcome."
I went to the right side of the office and opened the door. I could see blindly light when I opened it. I was going to take a step but realized something. I don't want to be reborn as a baby; I should ask bef-
**PUSH*
"FUCK YOU"  Were the only words I could say before I was pushed into the light.
A/N: for those who don't know beyonders and sequences are from a book called "Lord of the Mysteries,"  I won't go much in-depth with it.  There are 9 stages in each sequence, with 22 sequences in total.  Some sequences are connected example: The fool, Door, and Error sequences are connected. If someone that had the Darkness sequence tried to switch to the Fool, there would be problems. Not going to explain further than that. Just know that switching a sequence that isn't part of your group is bad. The side effects of going up the sequence are personality changes, madness, and becoming a monster.  Our MC can only get the 8th sequence, which is pretty low and will not have any side effects. If you want more information on the book "Lord of the Mysteries" ask, and I will explain it better.

Darius wakes up to find he is dead. He lucks out and gets a wish, and also gets put into the Harry Potter universe. Everything is fine, until he learns that even in a fantasy world there is also darkness. Darius will he come to regret the choices and things that he does or will be overcome it.

This is novel will take you into the darker parts of the Harry Potter world.

**Disclaimer** 
I do NOT own the cover image for this web novel
I do NOT own Harry Potter, that credit goes to J. K. Rowling
I do NOT own The Lord of the Mysteries that credit goes to  Cuttlefish.

Luna's POV

Luna was truly happy she got such a friend like Harry, he was just like her with his passion about magic, in fact he told her the day before that he thinks that while Hogwarts was the founders greatest gift to the magical kind, it was also their greatest curse, as while they made sure knowledge won't be lost, and that everyone have education, they also made sure that the magical people would have almost no ambition at exploring the limits of magic as that think after finishing school they know almost everything there is to know about a subject and if they go become a master in a subject, the best they do is create new things which are based on old things, without innovation.
He then proceeded to tell her about all the amazing things muggles accomplished in the last three hundred years, which brought her to do what she is doing right now.
Finish her homework quickly before Harry returns from wherever he has gone to, as he brings her muggle books about animals, math and Science.

Draco's POV 

As he walked into the classroom with his new student, Draco still was thinking if his godfather is trying to punish him or reward him by giving him the job of teaching Potter.
On one hand, he has to spend two hours every weekend with Potter in the potions classroom instead of training to beat him as the new seeker of the Slytherin team. Yet, as his godfather has promised to give him one private lesson a month as long as Potter's grades in potions get better, he agreed.
"What are you doing here?!"
As Potter's yell brought him out of his musing, a small smile was forming on his lips as he remembered his godfather told him he can take 30 points a lesson from the Gryffindor as long as there is good reason.
"5 points for yelling on your new teacher!"
Yes, definitely a reward.

Harry's POV 

Harry finished his blacksmithing lesson really happy, his teacher said his swords are almost good enough to start working on sabers, s and according to what he told him, after he finish sabers, he would start working on defense gear, which is one step closer to his goal of learning the goblins magical part of blacksmithing.
But right now he has another lesson he needs to be in, a lesson where he is the teacher and the student.
As he walked into the classroom he and Daphne agreed on meeting, he saw her sitting next to a table with lots of paper and a hovering automatic-writing Quill.
"So, how do you want to start this?"
"I would first teach you. As I told you, the art of Occlumency used to be something everyone was taught in school, which made it an identical thing in everyone's mind. But with the school teaching being canceled and the pure-bloods unwilling to have their children's mind unprotected they started using variations of the art which are easier to teach one on one and improve them until they become unique for every family.
My great grand father was the one who perfected my family's technique which is called 'fire in a winter storm'."
When Harry heard this, he couldn't help but blurt "Chūnibyō?" 
"You heard about this terrible disease?"
After which her explanation about the Occlumency technique stoped while he explained what 'Chūnibyō' meant, and only after five minutes they returned to the main subject.
"My family's technique is focused about the basics. According to my father, most Occlumency techniques he saw while trying to read people minds which aren't only beginners aren't focusing on defense but more about tricking the opponent by making them think they managed to get past the shields while the real shields are the memories you don't mind them seeing.
My technique works by making the defense impenetrable s as make a three ways defense.
The first defense is the same as everyone else, clearing your mind, you need a clear mind to feel the penetration into your mind and to build your defenses, my family went even farther in that by creating a mind fire as a way to easily clear your mind.
The second defense is after you create the basic shields with your magic, you change the properties of the magic to earth and ice, thus creating an enormous ice wall which you make bigger and thicker in time and magic.
The last defense is using the fire from the first defense  to break the ice from the second while converting your magic in to wind to create metaphysical storm that would prevent people from being able to find any memories as they are unable to see. 
This defense is an active defense that constantly cost magic and destroy your second defense so only when you know someone is attacking your mind your second defense can't win against you should use it, a side affect of activating the last defense is making hurting both you and your opponent so use it as only last defense!"
After that he asked her couple of questions to clear some doubts and then started his part of the deal.
"Lets start by establishing facts.
1) the curse is something that has being passed to your sister by one of your parants, correct?"
"Yes, but I already told you that."
"I am trying to explain to you my idea, be quiet. So if it is a curse that is being passed to you and your descendants calling it a blood curse is incorrect as it make you believing it is like the blood boiling curse, a curse that infects the blood while actually it is a bloodline curse, a curse that infects your DNA.
Now, a DNA or Deoxyribonucleic acid is a molecule composed of two polynucleotide chains that coil around each other to form a double helix carrying genetic instructions for the development, functioning, growth and reproduction of all known organisms and many viruses. DNA and ribonucleic acid are nucleic acids."
"Yeah, I have no idea what you just said."
"Basically, every thing in this world is built from atoms- things so small they are impossible to be see without really advanced muggle technology."
"Or magic, right?"
"I haven't yet found magic that can let you see atoms, but I guess it's possible."
"So how do you know of it?"
"I grew up in the muggle world."
"What? You and Marcus Potter grew in the muggle world????"
"No, just me. The Potters left me in the muggle world after Marcus became known as the boy who lived. Can we continue?"
"....sure, let move past the fact the Potters abandoned their one year old heir," she said cynically, "but can you explain in a way a magical person would understand?."
'Sigh' "Think about every person in this world as a spell, and if you are an ice creating spell then your perents are a water creating spell and a freezing spell. The DNA is basically the Arithmancy you do when you try creating the spell. Understand?"
"So why is there any difference between my sister and me? After all we are from the same parents."
"That's where it becomes more complicated. First of all, both of your parants DNA - let's call it 'spell sequence' isn't really an easy spell like water creating. It is more like an animagus creating potion or the Fidelius Charm, plus you only get half of their 'spell sequences' from each, making it so you are a combination of both while even this half is mixed, so in the end you become a unique creation."
"So if this curse is in my mother's 'spell sequence' there is only 50 precent chance I would get it and while I got lucky my sister didn't?"
"Pretty much."
"so as we know where her curse is from, if we can find exactly what part of the 'spell sequence' can we change it?" She asked with eyes full of hope.
"Well, I wouldn't know how to, as this isn't really a 'spell sequence' where removing parts of the spell just prevent it from activating or activating weird, it is your sister body, and if her DNA is destroyed, so is she. And if you play with parts you don't understand you her body can change in unpredictable ways. Eye color, muscle growing outside her body instead skin, and gander changes are the lightest of the side affects of messing with someone's 'spell sequence' plus the fact you would have to change all of her 'spell sequences' which she has billions of and  keep growing without destroying her body.
But if you manage to do all of that and avoid other problems I haven't thought about, you might manage dispelling the curse."
He was so into analyzing the problem, he hasn't noticed that she started crying in the middle of his explanation. So when he looked up he felt so bad he couldn't help but give give advice.
"I know it sounds impossible, but you shouldn't look at the entire road ahead, you should just keep looking on the next step.
The first thing you need to do is find a way to see the 'spell sequence' and translate it to an understandable language so you can find where exactly is the curse in it. Just work in steps."
"Please help me!!!" she said after calming down. "I can't do all on this on my own and my group would never agree to work on something that is based on muggle knowledge, hell, if I wasn't willing to do everything to save my sister, I would have stoped listening after you told me it was a muggle thing.
I could barely understand your explanation when you dumbed it down to me, how am I supposed to learn enough to even start experimentations before my sister dies?
I would give you anything, just please help me!"
Harry knew it was wrong to use a desperate woman, but this was a chance he couldn't pass.
"I am sorry, but I really don't have the time, if there was a way to make more time in a day I would agree..."
"So if I find a way to give you more time, would you help me?"
"Yes"
"Give me two months."

You know the drill, I died and got wishes, than I replaced the main character and lived happily ever after... or at least that's what it is supposed to be like, so why, in instead of reincarnating in my favorite book I am stuck in this AU where I am not sure what's gonna happen? Good thing I love fan-fictions?
I don't own Harry Potter, if I did Harry would never have forgiven Ron in years four and seven and the cursed child would have never been written

A beautiful morning. Sun rays slowly and gently entered the window and fall on the sleeping boy with some twitter of birds. Harry slowly woke up from his dreamless peaceful sleep.
"Good morning, Hedwig"
After his hygiene and breakfast, Harry fed Hedwig some bacon and left the house. 
He didn't inform anyone where he is going and no one in the house asked him about that too. 
He hailed a taxi and went to a charing crossroad. 
'Hmm... I need to find a place to apply the makeup' he looked around the places and went backside of a coffee shop.
He took his makeup kit, applied some on his scar. Then with a toothpick and lipstick, he got some freckles on his face. With a blonde hair wig, scarless forehead, and freckles he looks entirely different. 
He once again checked his makeup in the packet mirror and kept all his things in his backpack. 
'Well... even those creatures that I live with won't be able to recognize me'
' Ah... I forgot to wear the robe... Now let's start a second adventure in Diagon Alley'
With a confident smile on his face, Harry entered the pub leaky cauldron.
No one cared about the boy who entered the pub. Tom, the bartender just looked at him and continued to do his work. 
Harry walked to the back and waited in the corner. After 10 min a middle-aged witch walked to the back wall and used her wand to open the way to Diagon Alley. He watched carefully and remembered the sequence. 
'Hmm. Even if I remember the correct sequence with my height I can't tap the bricks'
'There must be other ways to enter, I need to gather information about that. Now, let's go to the bank'
Harry entered the Gringotts bank and walked to the counter.
"Excuse me, do you have a booklet or any other thing that explains the services provided by the bank"
The goblin looked at the small wizard who disturbed his work.
"One gallon" replied the goblin with a snarl.
Harry was surprised for a minute but gave the gallon to the goblin "Here you go."
Goblin raised his eyebrow and took the gallon. He gave a book which explains the services provided.  'Hmm, usually only a few will ask about the booklet, and stupid wizards will walk away or curse after knowing they need to pay a galleon. But this young wizard paid, maybe a naive young.' thought the goblin and continued his work.
'Let's see whether the galleon I spent is worth it or not' Harry sat on the chair placed in the lounge.
He started to read the services provided. Around 40 minutes later Harry understood the services done by the goblins.
'Sigh, there is not even interest provided, why all the wizard's store their wealth here?'
'I can do the inheritance test to know about the properties I own and any distant relatives I have other than the dursely's'
'They also provide services of warding and curse-breaking. Maybe I can verify whether I have any tracking spells placed on me.'
"Excuse me, I like to undergo an inheritance test," Harry asked the same teller who provided him the book. 
"25 galleons" before the goblin finish saying, Harry gave the required galleons as it was mentioned in the book. 
Harry was then taken to a small room by another goblin. 
"5 drops of blood is needed" goblin provided an artistic knife that looks like pure silver with many golden weird markings drawn on it and a bowl with similar markings. 
"So.... you need my blood" Harry gasped.
"Yes" sneered goblin.
"The blood will be used as material for the ritual. If you are afraid..... get out. don't waste my time" said goblin with an irritated voice. 
Harry got a little angry but didn't say anything. He took the knife pricked the tip of his finger and let the blood drop on the bowl. After 5 drops the wound healed by itself. 
Harry was amazed at how the wound healed automatically. 
The bowl started to glow in blood color for a few minutes and the goblin throw a parchment on the bowl. 
The parchment was floating on top of the bowl as the blood color glow envelopes the parchment.
After a few more minutes the parchment fell on the bowl and the blood color glow also stopped.
 The goblin took the parchment, after reading it he looked at Harry with doubt.
Harry was then ushered to another room where a goblin was seated. This goblin looked somewhat refined with a neat suit.
Both goblins talked in some language that Harry failed to understand. 
'What's going on. why I was brought here and why both the goblins look me with doubts and sneer'
"You can leave. I will take care of it" said suit goblin. The other goblin simply left the room.
The suit goblin understood what harry is thinking and explained "The parchment says you are Harry Potter but you don't look exactly like the rumors. Even the famous lightning scar is not there. That's the reason for his doubtful looks"  
Harry understood what happened and chuckled " I just hidden the scar to avoid others recognize me," said Harry and removed the makeup he applied on the scar. 
"Well, Mr.Potter, My name is Griphook. I am the manager of Potter's family. I and my clan serviced Potters for many generations. It pained me that once thriving wizard family now left with only one member."
Harry looked sad hearing that he was the last member of his family. 
Griphook continued " I take it you didn't saw the parchment, Mr.Potter"
Harry simply nodded.
"Here, please go through it before we discuss further" gave the parchment to Harry.

Harry Potter, due to some unknown reasons, developed intelligence, and rare magical talent at a very young age. How will it affect the wizarding world? Is it for the greater good?

P.S: This is the first time I'm writing a story. I'm writing this for fun. Updates will not be regular. English is not my first language.

The summer of the 2021 has just ended and it was raining heavily in the streets of London. A young boy of age 17 was walking down the Great Avenue street while wearing a mask when suddenly he felt intense chest pain and felt down on the road passing out from the pain.
"Hey what happened to yo.. ", ???
Some one nearby was shouting, but the boy could not hear or understand anything and he closed his eyes for the last time in this body.
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{Author Note: ~~~~~~~~~ will mean scene change throughout the novel. ' means it is happening in the mind and not audible to outside, will be used for characters other than MC. " used for dialogue or sound created and heard followed by , which will then state the owner of the voice}
In vast universe, two celestial being were standing in front of a golden throne while looking at a distant galaxy. There were countless white orbs flowing out from the galaxy and entering his domain.
"This is worse than the time when that child Thanos snapped his fingers. This time they cant even return back.", commented the being on the left.
"Well I did estimate this but seeing it just makes me feel at loss", ROB on the right.
"Oh come on you are sad for the loss of entertainment", ROB on left (Left ROB)
"Yeah that is true. There is nothing worth watching on Vyra (Earth) now for at least next three hundred years.", Right ROB
"Which is why I had told don't mutate that virus which they called COVID or something", Left ROB
"Well I never thought that it will wipe 60% of the total population. I had estimated around 20% or so. At worst being 30%, but this is double of it.", Right ROB sighed
"Well not like they could have done anything better in the near future. Now at least they might be able to catch up with other planets when they unite. But those fucking politicians wont let them stay united. I just hope in this 60% at least the fuckers from Pakistan, Iran, Iraq and other terrorist country were wiped out.", Left ROB
"No point discussing the spilled milk. For the remaining population on Vyra it will take around 200 years or so stabilize and then 100 more to start on development again. So yes around 300 years no solid entertainment.", Right ROB sighed
"I have an idea to make it interesting for us but we will require one soul", Left ROB
"You do know that what you are saying is going to take a lot of work if the soul fucks up right?", Right ROB
"Well this time we will let the soul decide on the world and timeline. And restrict him for being the MC only. The last fucker went as some grandfather shit or something in that what is it called ATG or something world and fucked up big time. I had to completely erase that timeline.", Left ROB
"Oh yeah. Then what we will do is select any random soul who has knowledge of at least three interesting worlds and then let him go in the timeline which is most similar to the original. It will make things interesting.", Right ROB replied excitedly
"Great, then lets search for some one. You find one and I will find another.", Left ROB
At that both beings waved their hands and two souls manifested in front of them and took on a human shape. Both slowly stirred to reality.
"Huh, what happened? Where am I?", both soul said simultaneously
"Good now that you guys are awake. I have few things that I want to ask you guys and the one who has ability to entertain us will stay while the remaining I am sorry but better luck next time." Right ROB
"And before you ask, you guys are dead. You died in what was it called as the worst pandemic for earth. No need to bother with that now as you cannot return back. Next we are what you refer as assistant of God. Their is one more being above us but you cannot meet him ever so just consider as God only. We do have names but you are not worthy to hear them so even if say it what you will hear is gibberish. Let me demonstrate. I am known as ^&!%@^&$(%#@^(!. As I am sure heard nothing so lets move on. Now any doubts regarding things I have said till now", Left ROB said in a strict tone
Both soul shook their heads.
"Good, now what you guys have to do is tell us that if given chance which three worlds will you want to transmigrate to and what will you be doing in the said world if given chance. I will give you guys some time to decide.", Right ROB
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POV Soul 1
'OMG, will really get to transmigrate. Please don't be a dream.', I thought excitedly while trying pinch myself to wake myself if this was a dream. But I dint have any strength in my hands to do so. Or shall I say I ad no skin to do so. 'Well whatever lets first list out the worlds that are awesome. But do the anime worlds exists?'
"Yes they do", Right ROB said looking at me and continued after seeing my shocked expression "Well I can hear your thoughts. Now start working on the task, the other soul has already thought of two worlds."
'Damn this guy, he has already decided on two worlds. Well whatever so the possible worlds to make things interesting for me and the two ROB's the possible options are: Harry Potter by default because there is way to much to discover after the Voldemort saga. Then other is One Piece man just the vast world is one thing and if I rule over that vast world will be awesome. I will also be able to find out who the fuck was Joy Boy and what the fuck is that IM. The void history is one more plus point. So that makes it two worlds and then the last remaining well it could be MHA but no because that hot head will just give me a lot of head ache. No not this world. How about the Dragon ball, but here the fucking enemies just don't end. One after the other, it just keeps going on. No not this either, I want one which will allow me enjoy my self with some beautiful girls and nature. Hmmm I think the last should be Naruto because that is one awesome world and also many amazing things to discover in that world. And if my guess is not wrong then after Kaguya I will have a lot of time to prepare for other outsuki if they exist.'
So deciding everything once again I look at the ROB and finally say, "I have made my choices".
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Third POV
As soon as soul 1 said "I have made my choices", the two ROB's looked at the remaining soul 2 and read his thoughts and found that he was just thinking about some girls and his own harem that he could make in the worlds that he was thinking about and was still not even thinking about the third world. They both looked at each other and the ROB on Left shook his head and snapped his fingers. With the snap the soul 2 was turned into light particles and faded away from the existence.
Both looked at the soul 1 and Right ROB said "Well before we talk about transmigration is there anything that you want to ask us about your old life? Because after we start talking about the possible worlds you will loose memory of yourself and your family from the last world."
"If you don't can you tell me did I die of heart attack? Because last thing I remember is walking down the street when I suddenly felt is intense chest pain and then next thing I know is I am standing right in front of you.", Soul 1 asked
"Well what you died to was a mutated version of Corona virus. Now before you ask it was not us who sent the virus to your plane. It was created by the World Resource Council of your world. They wanted to reduce the worlds population by 2% so as to reduce the burden on the natural resources by a margin. But I was furious by their actions and when they thought that they had everything under control and were ready to completely stop the spread I intervened and now those idiots will rot in hell for eternity. As I knew human will not learn the lesson easily so I later wanted to wipe out 30% of the population. But things went astray and 60% of population was wiped out. And you were one of those soul who died in that mass pandemic or that massacre.", Right ROB
"Oh my god. So I was just an collateral huh?", Soul 1 asked with a little anger in his voice as he was 17 year old virgin before death. So did not even get a chance to enjoy himself in his short life.
"Well we do not actually care. We have authorization to completely wipe out your entire universe, so forget about any tiny existence. And even if you feel any hatred or anything it doesn't matter. And if this makes you feel better, your older brother and your parents survived the pandemic and later passed away after ripe old age.", Left ROB replied
'At least that was some good news. Well whatever its not like I can do anything even if I wish to', soul 1 thought to himself
"That is correct", Left ROB
"Since that stuff is now out of the way lets start with the stuff that you were originally called here for. So even if we already know the worlds that you want to travel to you will have to first tell us the sequence you wish to travel. Then there are few restrictions that we will tell you after you have decided on the worlds. And before you decide on the sequence, to improve our and your enjoyment we will let you have three wishes but with restrictions. It is not entirely wish its just that you can make certain adjustments. Now let me tell you the guideline, the first wish will be for your first world and the basis of the wish is that you are allowed to merge one world into the said world. For example will be merge Hunter X Hunter with High school DXD. Then second wish will be for the second world where you will be allowed to make changes to the ancestry of the main character of the world, also note that you will always be the MC from the said world. Such as Harry Potter world you can only be Harry Potter. Then third wish will be for the third world where you are allowed to make one change to the body of the MC. You understood that?", Right ROB
"I guess", Soul 1
"Oh and before we forget we will be giving you certain blessings which will be with you for entirety of your journey to the three worlds. They are first perfect body, that means you will have to train but the output is ten times.  For example you train for one year you will get the output for ten years. Also no matter what you eat it be converted to the required energy for your body. So enjoy the life. Next perfect mind, that means you will learn and understand the knowledge at faster rate. In other words you will be once in a lifetime genius. Now lets things underway so we can have our enjoyment.", Left ROB
"Well those blessings sound great to me. Now lets start with the Worlds that I want to visit to. First is Harry Potter world, Second is Naruto worlds and third is One Piece world. Now for the wishes for the first wish Merge Harry Potter world with the Marvel Universe. No need to change any timeline of the events. Just to make sure, if I don't care with X-Men it wont matter right, because I just want to enjoy the Marvel Universe?", Soul 1
"Well that is ok with us", Left ROB clearly excited by the idea of Harry Potter in Marvel
"Now second wish, I want in the Naruto world is Naruto to be able to inherit all seven elemental affinity. I.e. earth, water, fire, lightning, wind, space and gravity", Soul 1
"Hmmm Space he already has it and except gravity the rest are ok. But gravity does sound awesome, ok I will give you repulsion also with Gravity so as to make it more awesome. So lets see Naruto will inherit earth, water, fire, lightning, wind, space, gravity and repulsion.", Right ROB replied without trying to hide his own childish grin.
"Great, now last a change for Luffy. Hmmm will it be possible to eat two devil fruits and not be affected by the curse of sea?", Soul 1 asked hopefully
"No the curse part is not possible as it affect the laws of the world. As for two devil fruit sure I will allow that.", Left ROB replied
"Great now I have request, is it possible to change the devil fruit that Luffy will get from Shanks?", soul 1 
"Well I will allow that, but on one condition, you can also choose any custom fruit which has not appeared in the story yet", Left ROB
'Damn there goes my lightning fruit', Soul 1silently cried
"Then before deciding on any fruit I want to ask is there a way to extract a devil fruit from its host without killing him?", Soul 1 asked
"No. The devil fruit only exists the body of a person on his death. And before you ask the devil fruit will travel to a ripe compatible fruit which is closer to it. So if you want to get any devil fruit from his user always remember one thing place as many fruits as possible of different types in his close vicinity so that the devil fruit will transfer to one of them. The compatibility with the fruit is nothing major. Just keep at least 5 different kinds of fruit with you always before killing a devil fruit user.", Left ROB replied
"Hmmm ok I will have to remember this. Well it is way away from now. So for the devil fruit which I will receive, I want a mythical devil fruit Snake snake fruit model: Azure Drake Dragon. Its appearance structure shall be like the Smaug from Hobbit but its color must be like the azure fairy dragon, only the color scheme and nothing else. Now like a dragon it shall have hard shells, breath fire and has wings with which he can fly. I want you to make the fruit in such way that I can fire and its wings even in my human form. I want to have different types of flames with it also, like one green flame which will healing flame. Purple flame which is poison and spread slowly on the victim. Black flame which is just like Amaterasu and burn everything to nothing. Normal yellow orange flames. I want to be able to control all this flames and not be able to be hurt by flame at all.", Soul 1
"All right that is acceptable. Now only one thing left, since the idea seems to be great I will allow you to skip the boring kid life only until there is major change in the story. For example take Harry Potter, if you wish you can transmigrate into Harry Potter directly when Hagrid comes to visit Harry. Only before that and not after that. So you get the point right. Now you can decide from where you want to start.", Left ROB
'This idea has its merits and demerits. I can skip the torture part but then my body training will be delayed. And I guess I have a perfect idea to solve the torture problem.', Soul 1 thought to himself.
"I have decided I want to transmigrate when Harry turns 5. It will be perfect age to start the training.", Soul 1
"Accepted. Now enjoy your life and don't die to early.", Left ROB
"Good luck", Right ROB

This is novel on multiverse, but with some restrictions. I am writing this just for some fun. I am not sure how the update rate will be but for starters I will try 1 chapter a day, no guarantees though. The story starts from Harry Potter

The last time around he only mumbled some words together. By no means was his reply then was as elaborate and profound as it was this time. He knew what he needed after his godfather's death after the Department of Mysteries debacle, he just watered down his advice to suit the current situation with Ginny. All anyone needs after a tragedy is the support from their loved ones.
Harry watched as the students started to settle into their house tables. Neville came into the hall a while later followed by Dean, Seamus, and Ron. They sat around Harry with Neville sitting across Harry and Ron sitting to his left. Neville asked, "Oh hey Harry, we didn't see you at the common room or the dorm, is there anything wrong?"
Harry shook his head and answered, "No, I just took a walk around the castle alone."
Neville nodded and decided not to press, even though he noted the sour mood when he left the Great Hall at breakfast. Ron looked to question him further, but he got distracted by a conversation about the upcoming Quidditch season by some of the upper years. Just about when everyone was gathered at the hall, the doors opened, and the petrified students were let into the hall. Pindrop silence pervaded the Great Hall and all heads snapped towards the entrance. Harry Potter stood up and spotted his best friend. He did not hold himself back, unlike the last time; he broke into a run with a silly smile all over his face, he wanted to let his best friend know how much he missed her. Even if he came back in time this morning, he still felt the raw sense of happiness at seeing her healthy again.
Hermione watched as the charging form of her best friend cross the distance between them rapidly with wide eyes. His overflowing happiness at seeing her, brought tears to her eyes. Madame Pomphrey discreetly told her that Harry was her regular visitor and gave her a knowing smile as she walked away. To see actual evidence of his affection stunned her and did things to her heart she thought was not possible before.
 Time seemed to stop at that very moment, her face flushed a very beautiful shade of red. He then did what she thought was impossible for one Harry James Potter. He initiated a hug. He pulled her to him and twirled her around, and she could not help giggling. Giggling! The Hermione Granger, giggling! As he stopped his twirling, he drew her for a very tight embrace, and she unconsciously leant her head on his shoulder.  Has he gotten slightly taller? She took in the myriad of sensations she was feeling and a maelstrom of emotions running through her. Before they pulled back, she reached forward and planted a kiss on his cheek, and it was his turn to an iridescent shade of red. She felt satisfaction at being able to get a reaction from him and at the same time felt abashed that she showed intimacy in front of everyone in the Great Hall. She looked over to Professor McGonagall, prepared to see her disappointment at the two of them; instead, what she saw was a slight smile and a knowing glance directed at the two of them, quite like the look Madame Pomphrey gave her earlier.
Harry on the other hand could care less about anyone around him, other than Hermione. He did not hear the wolf whistles by the Twins, the cheers from the rest of the hall, the morose expressions by some of the Slytherins, the distant look on Snape's visage, the smile that never reached the calculating gaze of the headmaster and the elation of the head table. Nor did he notice the change in hand of gold between Professors McGonagall and Sprout. He just felt elation at her kiss on his cheek, an emotion that felt foreign to him rose in his chest. Still grinning like a loon, he took her hand and whispered, "You're back."
Overwhelmed with all the emotions around her, she just nodded. While she was still dazed, the Headmaster stood up and clinked his glass thrice, and the rest of the students started to gather themselves again. Harry, while still holding her hand, led her over to where the rest of their year were seated. He helped her take a seat and then sat next to her. It was then he noted several things, Neville giving him a smirk, the Twins reenacting their little episode, Ron wearing a frown, and the smiles on the rest of the housemates.
Hermione leant in and said, "You two did it, you two solved the pieces of the puzzle! I am so proud of you," a lovely smile gracing her features.
Harry shook his head and countered, "If it wasn't for you, we would have been lost. I am so sorry that I was not there to help you," his tone laced with a hint of remorse.
Hermione reached out and squeezed his hand. As she was about to say something, the door to Great Hall opened once again to reveal Hagrid. The Gryffindor's burst into cheers followed by Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws. Hagrid gave a small bow to the Hall and walked towards the head table. As got to where Harry was seated, he stopped and emotionally said, "Yer saved me there Harry, yer parents would be right proud of yer. Thank you," Harry got up and gave his giant friend a hug. Hagrid then walked back to the head table and took his usual seat.
The Headmaster got up once again. "Yes, all is well again. Our students have been healed from our petrification and our friend Hagrid has been released from Azkaban and he is back among us once again. Though, I would remiss my duties if I do not take this opportunity to thank the ones responsible for ending this tragedy. For uncovering the secret of the Chamber of Secrets and ending the Slytherin's Monster, as the Headmaster of Hogwarts, I would like to present two Special Services Awards to Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley," and with that, the Great hall exploded once again into a cacophony of cheers lead by the Gryffindor. However, Harry sat silently for a minute. A thought, then appeared in his mind and an odd glint appeared in his eyes. Hermione, who was the only noticed his change, narrowed her eyes.
Harry Potter stood up and walked to the center of the Hall, not far from where he was seated. He then glanced at the general direction of the head table and he made sure to not make any eye contact with both Dumbledore and Snape. He waited till the noise died out. After noticing that Harry Potter was standing in silence in the middle of the hall, the rest of students quietened quickly in anticipation of the next sequence of events.
Harry took a deep breath and exhaled. Here goes nothing. He schooled a neutral expression and spoke, "Thank you Headmaster for your recognition. However, it would be remiss my duties as a fellow student and a friend to not recognize two people who contributed greatly in helping secure the lives of our students at Hogwarts. They are Hermione Granger and Neville Longbottom."
Looks of surprise were directed at Harry, and he even heard the scoffs of others. Surprisingly, some from his own house. Not like that bunch were any good with anything. Demean those who contribute to the wellbeing of society, while not recognizing that the reason why they are alive could be pointed to contributions of the very people they spit on. He cleared his throat and continued
"Neville Longbottom has worked tirelessly over the last year or so working with Professor Sprout in making sure that the Mandrake Restorative Draft can be made. As Professor Sprout can attest to," he took a pause to nod at Professor Sprout, who in turn nodded back with a hint of respect and happiness, he continued, "much of Neville's work was beyond the curriculum of a second year. After all, handling adult Mandrakes is hazardous to even the most accomplished Herbologists. To that extent I must thank Professor Sprout and Neville to help cure my best friend. For his contributions, I ask you to award a Special Services Award to Neville," he glanced at Neville and smiled at the dumbfounded expression on his face.
 Turning to look back the head table he noted several expressions. Many of the staff supporting expressions of approval. The look of subtle elation and pride on McGonagall's face, a look of approval from Madame Pomphrey, the unabashed tears of joy and the furious nodding by Professor Sprout, Professor Flitwick who was bouncing up and down in his seat, and Hagrid who was blowing his nose with a giant handkerchief. Harry to his dying day swore that he saw Hagrid's boogers land on Snape's greasy hair. Meanwhile, Snape and Dumbledore looked on without revealing any emotions.
He took a moment to let the room absorb what he said. He continued, "I would like to present three ways in which Hermione helped put an end to this madness. First, Hermione was the reason why we discovered the Slytherin's monster," much to his glee, he saw the grimaces and expressions of disgust and hatred on the faces of several children of Death Eaters and their supporters. Most amusing to Harry was the shade of purple that the Blond Ponce of Slytherin and Overall Waste of Magic seemed to sport. He did note the hints of admiration directed towards him from the more neutral families. Another little note to self to be shelved for another time.
"You see, just before she was petrified, she found the identity and how the monster was using to petrify its victims. However, before she could use the information in a meaningful way, she was petrified along with the Ravenclaw Prefect Ms. Clearwater. She hid the necessary information in her palm the same moment she was petrified, leaving a vital piece of information for us to find.
"And that brings to second point of why Ms. Granger should receive the award. If she did not take the precautions she did, Ms. Clearwater would have died," several eyebrows rose at this and murmurs spread throughout the hall. Harry saw from the corner of his eyes many Ravenclaws asking Ms. Clearwater the same question, her nod proving the truth of Harry's words. Dumbledore furrowed his eyebrows for a second before schooling his usual grandfatherly demeanor, a change that did not go unnoticed to Harry Potter.
"Finally, Ms. Granger aided Mr. Longbottom in finding necessary reading material that would help supplement his work with the Mandrakes, a fact that Mr. Longbottom confided with me after our visit to the Hospital Wing when we visited her," he turned his gaze towards the Headmaster, while making sure he avoided eye contact. He paused for a few moments and continued.
"Headmaster you have reiterated that at the end of the day, it is about the choices people make. I would like to add that great wizards and witches choose what is right over what is easy. Neither Neville nor Hermione needed to be involved at all. They chose to do what was right by their own initiation. By inference, that marks them to be a great witch and a wizard. Thus, if Hogwarts is to award me for ending the monster, then much credit must be given to all those who supported me in the process. With that I rest my case," and Harry stood silently and closed his eyes, absorbing the various sounds of the Great Hall that once again burst into a standing ovation at Harry's words.
He knew that even Snape knew not to berate him right now, his public opinion is at a high and furthermore Harry just presented a case for rewarding his friends, the very ones who did a great service to Hogwarts. His words resonated with the rest of the student body, and the message was profound yet simple. 
To lead is not to assume accolades and none of the responsibilities. To lead is to assume responsibilities and to uplift the lives of those around you while giving due credit to those who deserve it.

Struck by the Killing Curse of Lord Voldemort in the Forbidden Forest, Harry Potter meets Death. Death provides him an opportunity. 

An opportunity that allows him to do more than survive, to finally live the life he has been deprived of. An opportunity that sends our protagonist back in time to the end of his second year. Rated M just in case.


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Saturday.
Harry had run into trouble falling asleep Friday night, which he had anticipated might happen, and so he had decided to take the obvious advance precaution of buying a sleeping potion; and to prevent it from constituting a visible sign that he was nervous, he had decided to buy it off Fred and George a couple of months earlier. (Be prepared, that's the Boy Scout's marching song...)
Thus Harry was fully rested, and his pouch contained almost everything which he owned and might conceivably need. Harry had, in fact, run into the volume limitation on the pouch; and keeping in mind that he would need to store a large snake, and might need to store who-knew-what-else, he had removed some of the bulkier items, like the car battery. He was up to the point now where he could Transfigure something the size of a car battery in four minutes flat, so it wasn't much of a loss.
Harry had kept the emergency flares and the oxyacetylene welding torch and fuel tank, since you couldn't just Transfigure things that were to be burned.
(Be prepared, as through life you march along...)
Mary's Place.
After the waitress had taken their order and bowed to them and left the room, Professor Quirrell had performed only four Charms, and then they'd talked about nothing of any vast consequence, just Professor Quirrell's complex thesis about how the Dark Lord's curse on the Defense position had led to the decline of dueling and how this had changed social customs in magical Britain. Harry listened and nodded and said intelligent things, while he tried to control the pounding of his heart.
Then the waitress came in again bearing their food, and this time, a minute after the waitress had departed, Professor Quirrell gestured for the door to close and lock, and began to speak twenty-nine security Charms, one of the ones in Mr. Bester's sequence being left out this time, which somewhat puzzled Harry.
Professor Quirrell finished his Charms -
- stood up from his chair -
- blurred into a green snake, banded in blue and white -
- hissed, "Hungry, boy? Eat your fill sswiftly, we sshall need both sstrength and time."

Harry's eyes were a bit wide, but he hissed, "I ate well at breakfasst," and then rapidly began forking noodles into his mouth.
The snake watched him for a moment, with those flat eyes, and then hissed, "Do not wissh to explain here. Prefer to be elssewhere firsst. Need to leave unobsserved, without ssign we have ever departed room."
"Sso no one can track uss," hissed Harry.
"Yess. Do you trusst me that much, boy? Think before ansswer. I will have important requesst of you, which requiress trusst; if ssay no regardlesss, then ssay no now."
Harry dropped his gaze from the snake's flat eyes, and looked back down at his sauce-coated noodles, and ate another bite, then another, while he thought.
The Defense Professor... was an ambiguous figure, to put it mildly; Harry thought he had unraveled some of his goals, but others remained mysterious.
But Professor Quirrell had knocked down two hundred girls to stop the ones summoning Harry. Professor Quirrell had deduced that the Dementor was draining Harry through his wand. The Defense Professor had saved Harry's life, twice, in a two-week period.
Which could mean that the Defense Professor was just saving Harry for later, that there were ulterior motives. Indeed, it was certain that there were ulterior motives. Professor Quirrell wasn't doing this on a whim. But then Professor Quirrell had also seen Harry taught Occlumency, he had taught Harry how to lose... if the Defense Professor wanted to make some use of Harry Potter, it was a use that required a strengthened Harry Potter, not a weakened one. That was what it meant to be used by a friend, that they would want the use to make you stronger instead of weaker.

And if there was sometimes a cold atmosphere about the Defense Professor, bitterness in his voice or emptiness in his gaze, then Harry was the only one who Professor Quirrell allowed to see it.
Harry didn't quite know how to describe in words the sense of kinship he felt with Professor Quirrell, except to say that the Defense Professor was the only clear-thinking person Harry had met in the wizarding world. Sooner or later everyone else started playing Quidditch, or not putting protective shells on their time machines, or thinking that Death was their friend. It didn't matter how good their intentions were. Sooner or later, and usually sooner, they demonstrated that something deep inside their brain was confused. Everyone except Professor Quirrell. It was a bond that went beyond anything of debts owed, or even anything of personal liking, that the two of them were alone in the wizarding world. And if the Defense Professor occasionally seemed a little scary or a little Dark, well, that was just the same thing some people said about Harry.
"I trusst you," hissed Harry.
And the snake explained the first stage of the plan.
Harry took a final forkful of noodles, chewed. Beside him, Professor Quirrell, now in human form again, was eating his soup placidly, as though nothing of special interest were occurring.
Then Harry swallowed, and in the same moment stood up from his chair, already feeling his heart start to hammer hard in his chest. The security precautions they were taking were literally the most stringent possible...
"Are you ready to test it, Mr. Potter?" Professor Quirrell said calmly.

It wasn't a test, but Professor Quirrell wouldn't say that, not out loud in human speech, even in this room screened to the limit that Professor Quirrell had secured with further Charms.
"Yep," Harry said as casually as he could.
Step one.
Harry said "Cloak" to his pouch, drew forth the Cloak of Invisibility, and then unstuck the pouch from his belt and threw it toward the other side of the table.
The Defense Professor stood up from his own seat, drew his wand, bent down, and touched his wand to the pouch, murmuring a quiet incantation. The new enchantments would ensure that Professor Quirrell could enter the pouch on his own in snakeform, and leave it on his own, and hear what went on outside while he was in the pouch.
Step two.
As Professor Quirrell stood up from where he'd bent over by the pouch, and put away his wand, his wand happened to point in Harry's direction, and there was a brief crawling sensation on Harry's chest near where the Time-Turner lay, like something creepy had passed very close by without touching him.
Step three.
The Defense Professor turned into a snake again, and the sense of doom diminished; the snake crawled to the pouch and into it, the pouch's mouth opening to admit the green shape, and as the mouth closed again behind the tail, the sense of doom diminished further.
Step four.
Harry drew his wand, being careful to stand still as he did it, so that the Time-Turner would not move from where Professor Quirrell had anchored the hourglass within the shell in its current orientation. "Wingardium Leviosa," murmured Harry, and the pouch began to float toward him.
Slowly, slowly, as Professor Quirrell had instructed, the pouch began to float toward Harry, who waited alert for any sign the pouch was opening, in which case Harry was to use the Hover Charm to propel it away from him as fast as possible.
As the pouch came within a meter of Harry, the sense of doom returned.
As Harry reattached the pouch to his belt, the sense of doom was stronger than it had ever been, but still not overwhelming; it was tolerable.
Even with Professor Quirrell's Animagus form lying within the extended space of the pouch resting on Harry's very hip.
Step five.
Harry sheathed his wand. His other hand still held the Cloak of Invisibility, and Harry drew that cloak over himself.
Step six.
And so in that room shielded from every possible scrying, which Professor Quirrell had personally and further secured, it was not until after Harry was wearing the true Cloak of Invisibility that he reached beneath his shirt and twisted the outer shell of the Time-Turner just once.
The Time-Turner's inner hourglass stayed anchored and motionless, the setting twisted around it -

The food vanished from the table, the chairs leaped back into place, the door sprang open.
Mary's Room was deserted, as it should have been, because Professor Quirrell had earlier contacted Mary's Place under a false name to inquire whether the room would be available at this hour - not to reserve it, not to place a canceled reservation that might be noted, but only to inquire.
Step seven.
Staying under the Cloak of Invisibility, Harry left through the open door. He navigated the tiled hallways of Mary's Place to the well-stocked bar that greeted new entrants, tended by the owner, Jake. There were only a few people at the bar, in the morning before proper lunchtime, and Harry had to wait invisibly by the door for several minutes, listening to the murmur of conversation and the gurgle of alcohol, before the door opened to admit a huge genial Irishman, and Harry slipped out silently in his wake.
Step eight.
Harry walked for a while. He was well away from Mary's Place when he turned off Diagon Alley into a smaller alley, at the end of which lay a shop that was dark, the windows enchanted to blackness.
Step nine.
"Sword fish melon friend," Harry spoke the passphrase to the lock, and it clicked open.
Within the shop was also darkness, the light from the open door briefly illuminating it to show a wide, empty room. The furniture shop which had once operated here had gone bankrupt a few months ago, according to the Defense Professor, and the shop had been repossessed, but not yet resold. The walls were painted a simple white, the wooden floor scratched and unpolished, a single closed door set in the back wall; this had been a showroom, once, but now it showed nothing.
The door clicked shut behind Harry, and then the darkness was pitch and complete.
Step ten.
Harry took out his wand and said "Lumos", lighting the room with white glow; he took his pouch from his belt (the sense of doom growing a little sharper as he grasped it with his fingers) and lightly tossed it to the opposite side of the room (the sense of doom fading almost completely). And then he began to take off the Cloak of Invisibility, even as his voice hissed, "It iss done."
Step eleven.
From the pouch poked a green head, followed shortly by a meter-long green body as the snake slithered out. A moment later, the snake blurred into Professor Quirrell.
Step twelve.
Harry waited in silence while the Defense Professor recited thirty Charms.
"All right," Professor Quirrell said calmly, when he had finished. "If anyone is still watching us now, we are in any case doomed, so I will speak plainly and in human form. Parseltongue does not quite suit me, I fear, as I am neither a descendant of Salazar nor a true snake."
Harry nodded.
"So, Mr. Potter," said Professor Quirrell. His gaze intent, his pale blue eyes dark and shadowed in the white light coming from Harry's wand. "We are alone and unobserved, and I have an important question to ask you."
"Go ahead," said Harry, his heart starting to beat faster.

"What is your opinion of the government of magical Britain?"
That wasn't quite what Harry had been expecting, but it was close enough, so Harry said, "Based on my limited knowledge, I would say that both the Ministry and the Wizengamot appear to be stupid, corrupt, and evil."
"Correct," Professor Quirrell said. "Do you understand why I ask?"
Harry took a deep breath, and looked Professor Quirrell straight in the eyes, unflinching. Harry had finally worked out that the way to make amazing deductions from scanty evidence was to know the answer in advance, and he had guessed this answer fully a week ago. It needed only a slight adjustment...
"You are about to invite me to join a secret organization full of interesting people like yourself," said Harry, "one of whose goals is to reform or overthrow the government of magical Britain, and yes, I'm in."
There was a slight pause.
"I'm afraid that is not quite where I intended to direct this conversation," said Professor Quirrell. The corners of his lips were twitching slightly. "I merely planned to ask for your help in doing something extremely treasonous and illegal."
Darn, thought Harry. Still, Professor Quirrell hadn't denied it... "Go on."
"Before I do," said Professor Quirrell. There was no levity in his voice, now. "Are you open to such requests, Mr. Potter? I say again that if you are likely to say no regardless, you must say no now. If your curiosity impels you otherwise, squash it."
"Treasonous and illegal doesn't bother me," said Harry. "Risks bother me and the stakes would need to be commensurate, but I can't imagine you taking risks frivolously."
Professor Quirrell nodded. "I would not. It is a terrible abuse of my friendship with you, and of such trust as is placed in my teaching position at Hogwarts -"
"You can skip this part," Harry said.
The lips twitched again, and then went flat. "Then I shall skip it. Mr. Potter, you sometimes make a game of lying with truths, playing with words to conceal your meanings in plain sight. I, too, have been known to find that amusing. But if I so much as tell you what I hope we shall do this day, Mr. Potter, you will lie about it. You will lie straight out, without hesitation, without wordplay or hints, to anyone who asks about it, be they foe or closest friend. You will lie to Malfoy, to Granger, and to McGonagall. You will speak, always and without hesitation, in exactly the fashion you would speak if you knew nothing, with no concern for your honor. That also is how it must be."
There was silence, then, for a time.
That was a price measured in a fraction of Harry's soul.
"Without telling me yet..." said Harry. "Can you say if the need is desperate?"
"There is someone in the most terrible want of your help," Professor Quirrell said simply, "and there is no one who can help them but you."
There was another silence, but not a long one.
"All right," Harry said quietly. "Tell me of the mission."
The dark robes of the Defense Professor seemed to blur against the shadow on the wall, cast by his silhouette blocking the white light of Harry's wand. "The ordinary Patronus Charm, Mr. Potter, wards off a Dementor's fear. But the Dementors still see you through it, they know that you are there. Only not your Patronus Charm. It blinds them, or more than blinds them. What I saw beneath the cloak wasn't even looking in our direction as you killed it; as though it had forgotten our existence, even as it died."
Harry nodded. That wasn't surprising, not when you confronted a Dementor on the level of its true existence, beyond anthropomorphism. Death might be the last enemy, but it wasn't a sentient enemy. When humanity had wiped out smallpox, smallpox hadn't fought back.
"Mr. Potter, the central branch of Gringotts is guarded by every spell high and low that the goblins know. Even so those vaults have been successfully robbed; for what wizardry can do, wizardry can undo. And yet no one has ever escaped from Azkaban. No one. For every Charm there is a counter-Charm, for every ward there is a bypass. How can it be that no one has ever been rescued from Azkaban?"
"Because Azkaban has something invincible," Harry said. "Something so terrible that no one can defeat it."
That was the keystone of their perfect security, it had to be, nothing human. It was Death that guarded Azkaban.
"The Dementors don't like their meals being taken away from them," Professor Quirrell said. Coldness had entered that voice, now. "They know if anyone tries. There are more than a hundred Dementors there, and they speak to the guards as well. It's that simple, Mr. Potter. If you're a powerful wizard then Azkaban isn't hard to enter, and it isn't hard to leave. So long as you don't try to take anything out of it that belongs to the Dementors."
"But the Dementors are not invincible," said Harry. He could have cast the Patronus Charm with that thought, in that very moment. "Never believe that they are."
Professor Quirrell's voice was very quiet. "Do you remember what it was like when you went before the Dementor, the first time, when you failed?"
"I remember."
And then with a sudden sickening lurch in his stomach, Harry knew where this was going; he should have seen it before.
"There is an innocent person in Azkaban," Professor Quirrell said.
Harry nodded, there was a burning sensation in his throat, but he didn't cry.
"The one of whom I speak was not under the Imperius Curse," said the Defense Professor, dark robes silhouetted against a greater shadow. "There are surer ways to break wills than the Imperius, if you have the time for torture, and Legilimency, and rituals of which I will not speak. I cannot tell you how I know this, how I know any of this, cannot hint at it even to you, you will have to trust me. But there is a person in Azkaban who never once chose to serve the Dark Lord, who has spent years suffering alone in the most terrible cold and darkness imaginable, and never deserved a single minute of it."
Harry saw it in a single leap of intuition, his mouth racing almost ahead of his thoughts.
There was no hint, no warning, we all thought -
"A person by the name of Black," Harry said.
There was silence. Silence, while the pale blue eyes stared at him.
"Well," said Professor Quirrell after a while. "So much for not telling you the name until after you had accepted the mission. I would ask whether you're reading my mind, but that's flatly impossible."
Harry said nothing, but it was simple enough if you believed in the processes of modern democracy. The most obvious person in Azkaban to be innocent was the one who hadn't gotten a trial -
"I am certainly impressed, Mr. Potter," said Professor Quirrell. His face was grave. "But this is a serious matter, and if there is some way others could make the same deduction, I must know. So tell me, Mr. Potter. How in the name of Merlin, of Atlantis, and the void between the stars, did you guess that I was talking about Bellatrix?"

"Hello! I inadvertently overheard you asking for the third year books at Hogwarts. My name is Hermione Granger, I am a first year student and I come from a family of non-wizards, so I would like to know if there are any additional books that you indicate to me as a student there?" 

Jesus! I really met with her, but being so close I can see she is just a child yet. A very cute one, but a child. Tsk, time is really a bother to me right now. I want a woman but all the ones I will meet are too young for now. Tsk, I think I can at least pave the way for the future then, because if she looks like 70% with Emma Watson, I'll be satisfied enough.  So I'll have to make good impressions since now. 

I look at her, smiles and nod my head a little "Hello, my name is Neville Longbottom. I am indeed a Hogwarts' student, but I'm a first year student like you..."

She holds her hand over her mouth and looks desperate. She interrupts me."So why are you already buying third year books? Was I supposed to have bought it all at once, too? Oh my God! I'm so tardy already. I knew I should have bought all the books last week, but my parents could only be here this week. I told them I need to prepare more because I don't have a wizard family, but they keep saying I'm over reacting." She pauses, grabs some air and continues "Is there any non-wizards regular subject? I do not know what to do, so little time is left for the beginning  of the school year. I didn't even started to read. What subjects are harder? Where do I start studying? They should give us some time to adjust..."

"Calm down girl, calm down! It is not what you are thinking. I'm from a witch family, I already had most books at home, and it is my grandmother that wants me to buy the third year books now. She says it is better to buy sooner than later. " I look at her tenderly. She really is a super worried person. I have to calm her down. "Do not be so nervous. From what my grandmother told me, the school material of the first and second year is practically the same, except for Charms. This happens this way to facilitate the adaptation of wizards like you who were born in muggle families, I guess. The material you buy will be used for two years. So you have two whole years to master the books. Stay calm!" I almost put my hand on her head, as if comforting a child about to cry. She does not seem to be happy with my answer as she still looks worried.

"It's so unfair, you already know so many things before I even start to study. It is such an advantage. I'm going to buy all the books of the third year as well, besides the charms book of the second year."

She is so cute that I can't hold my laugh. "Silly girl, you Muggle-borns wizards also have your advantages. Before entering Hogwarts I assume you were studying in a Muggle school. We wizards, only start to study in a school at age 11. You have already studied for tests and exams. This is your advantage. You're more prepared for a school than we regular wizards."

She calms down a little and realizes something "This is not true. You're born of wizards and you seem to know everything already." 

I scratch my head, I think I said too much. I can't shake her self confidence. It may be bad for her development. Tsk, so many variables, I have to detail in my mind everything that happens in the first book before going to Hogwarts. I've postponed this for too long, magic is such an interesting thing I devoted all my time to it so far. I can not be careless. "Well, that's because my grandmother thought for a long time that I was not a real wizard, but a squib." I give an excuse.

"Squib?"

"A Muggle person whose parents are wizards." I made an embarrassed face. How could Neville say such things without being ashamed of himself? He really should be very brave.... or naive.

"Aaah, sorry, I did not know this was a possibility." She answers a little embarrassed too.

"No problem, I'm a wizard for sure! Hogwarts, at least, have already send me my letter of invitation. We are going to be together over there, don't worry." I laugh a little, she laughs too. She is a good person. "So What do you think about the wizard world? Are you enjoying it?" I try to change subject while while walking towards some bookstand armchairs.

I sit then she sat by my side. She give me a long answer and we talked for a good amount of time. We talked about books and all about her experience when her family found out she was a witch. Her fear of being different from her parentes, her happiness with their support. Then, she starts talking about all her experiences so far. I basically just listened to her talk about Gringotts goblins, clothes, food... She also asked me many things about wizards customs, traditions and history, which I learned a bit from books in my house. I could feel she avoided asking about my family again. I think she is the kind of person who talks too much because of insecurity, but you can feel a good vibe from her, because you can see she is a kind child. 

I like to talk to her. I have a rather nostalgic feeling about it, because I kind of already know her for many years. Since the first time I read Harry Potter, I know her and love her character. But at the same time she is now a living person, sitting by my side and sharing her experiences with me. It is such a crazy situation. She is both the sweet child in front of me and my teenager crush at the same time.  I can not stop thinking if all this  is really true, because it seems and sounds like a dream to me...

Time flies and her parents arrived and I could see her beautiful mother more closely. She was not Emma Watson, but she did have some traits. Anyway, she was a very beautiful woman. Her dad seemed more british, the polite and elegant kind. Her mother asked, with a crooked smile, who was her new friend. Hermione blushed a little. We say goodbye and we agreed to meet again at the Hogwarts Express.

Another store attendant had brought my books already, so I just picked some more books I wanted and found my grandmother in the combined place and we left for home.

The next day I woke up a little worried. Yesterday was a very special day, but before I went to sleep I started to think how much it could change in the course of history. I need to recapitulate everything that happened in the first year of Hogwarts and how I, Neville, enter into the context of events. There are things I should change, and things I should maintain the same. I have to decide it carefully.

First, I have to understand, who is Harry Potter today? Who is Ronald Weasley today? Who is Hermione Granger today? What is my role, like Neville, in forming their friendship? Should I maintain their status quo?

First, Harry Potter. Today, he is still a bullied kid, ill treated by uncles and without a figure of parental love, who discovers a new world in which he is important but don't know why. He is always afraid to have to come back to his old life. The first person who explains this world to him don't do it well because he is concern about Harry's age. Rubeus Hagrid is a extremely pure half giant and loves Harry a lot, but he thinks he should not be the one that explains Harry's family situation to him. He avoids responding Harry, leaving him with a lot of questions. So the first person who actually explains to Harry what the wizarding world is Ronald Weasley. 

Ron, for his part, is the penultimate child of the Weasley's and what appears to be the least talented of them all. He grows up listening to the incredible feats of his older brothers. Charlie is a Quidditch champion, being the captain of the team. Bill and Percy are the smart ones, in the original history they both were Prefects and Head Boys. And the twins (Fred and George) are incredibly funny and charismatic, everyone seems to like them. Ron, in turn, feels like he's not good at anything. He's not as excellent as Charlie in Quidditch, not as smart as Percy and Bill and does not have the charisma of the twins. Harry is the first person in his life who admires the knowledge he has about the things of the wizard world. He feels happy and important to be introducing the wizard world to Harry Potter, a super-famous child, the one who defeated Voldemort. That's why as Harry grows more independent of Ron, his feelings of inferiority and jealousy rise once more.

So, at the train, they both needed each other as best friends. Ron wanted to feel important to someone, he like the feeling of explaining things to Harry and Harry needed someone of his age to explain things to him. Beyond that, Ron has issues regarding money, he feels bad for being poor and Harry is a rich kid who don't care about money. So they end up complementing each other. 

Besides, both share the character of the Gryffindor house, as they are brave and daring. All Harry's adventures, Ron is together. They encourage each other a lot, developing their friendship more and more through his adventures during the first year

Hermione comes later. She is a straight person who follows the rules. She is also very insecure, so she tries harder than everyone else to be a good wizard and gain recognition. She's just a kid who wants to fit in, but the more she stands out, the more she isolates herself from the rest. The bond of friendship of the three forms in two moments. The first is when she tries to prevent Harry from leaving Gryffindor common room to face Draco in a duel, because it is against the rules. She could not stop them, and as she guessed, Draco had set a trap for Harry. They have a scary adventure with Fluffy and as she realizes that they have not regretted breaking the rules, she stops talking to them. But she becomes even more isolated from her peers. Then, the troll attack happens and she realizes that they have tried to save her and decides to save them from punishment by lying to teachers. That's how their bond formed and that's when she found the daring part inside of her. Developing it since then.

All of this encounters lead them to face Voldemort at the end of book number one. A very important encounter for them, specially for Harry. As it is the first time he defeats Voldemort consciously. 

And me? How does Neville Longbottom fit into this context? What is my importance in this sequence of events?

Arthur Smith is a only child boy that remembers a lot Neville Longbottom from the Harry Potter series. 
They both lost their parents when were babies and were raised by their respective grandmothers.
The difference lies in the fact that Arthur is a early bloomer. He is the mental leader of his football team and a very respected figure in his college.
He is getting ready for a job interview when his life changes.

This is a fanfic of Harry Potter. The MC is transported to the body of neville Longbottom, two years before his entrance in Hogwarts. What changes can he possibly change to the history?

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