Rebooted as "Harry Potter Transmigration"


An 18 years old boy has just finished reading what he found as the most annoying series of books ever: the Harry Potter Series. There were two reasons for his annoyance with the series.

One: our MC was also named Harry Potter and he was greatly teased by it.

Two: the main characters in the books were seriously underdeveloped.

"I mean come on, an average guy defeats the most powerful evil wizard alive? Who are you kidding?"

P.S. I do not own Harry Potter. This is purely fan-fiction.

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

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

The author has written 7 stories ranging from fandoms of Harry Potter, Naruto to Bleach and X-overs with MCU and StarWars. Though none have been published as of 21 Aug 2019, they will be posted here during the year '20.

About Me:

1. Name - NeatStuff. Seems as good as any considering its what my mother always said my handwriting was.

2. Age - Somewhere between ten to thirty.

3. Occupation - Student/Teacher/Intern etc.

4. Publications - None (as of yet) [can't lose hope]

Fanfictions I read-

Anime/Manga

1. Naruto

2. Bleach

3. FairyTail

4. HighSchool DXD

Books

1. Harry Potter

2. Inheritance Cycle

3. Hobbit

4. The Lord of the Rings

5. The Lorien Legacies

6. Percy Jackson Series

TV Series/Movies

1. Supernatural

2. Arrow

3. Smallville

4. Grimm

What do I write?

- Mostly any genre based on a series/manga/movie that I like and prefer to indulge in.

- Main fandoms that I like and have written:

1. Harry Potter

2. Naruto

3. HP & Naruto X-overs with MCU specifically with Avengers, Star wars, Inheritance cycle, LOTR etc.

- Relationships that I prefer in my stories:

1. Harry/Hermione & Lunar Harmony

2. Harry/Multi - Daphne/Tracy/Ginny/Tonks/Hermione/Luna, you get the picture.

3. Harry/Mature - Amelia Bones/Narcissa/Bellatrix/Rita Skeeter etc.

4. Naruto/Hinata

5. Naruto/Multi - Anko/Hinata/Yugao/Ino/Fuu etc.

Usual Story Tone- My stories generally adheres to a strict Mature(M) rating as defined by the admins here, which means that graphic violence is kept at a reasonable level and no explicit sex scenes are involved just merely hinted at and sometimes gotten close to.

What I don't write?

- Slash M/M

- Major Character deaths

- Mpreg

- Yaoi/Standalone-Yuri

- The main character's changed gender

Works in Progress-

# Harry Potter - The Veiled Vestiges - An AU/EWE story involving time-travel and several attempts to wrench it off the usual track of clichē. Smarter Harry! Politically Savvy Harry! Powerful Harry!

(I have written near about 15 chapters for this fic. It is near completion as far as the rough drafts are concerned and after reviewing I will begin posting here soon.)

# The Veiled Vestiges - Last of his kind - AU story. HP marvel crossover with marvel cinematic universe elements and some comics stuff added in. Smart Harry! Resourceful Harry!

(I have written 6 chapters in total and have started posting since Dec '19)

# The Veiled Vestiges - Istari Chronicles - A Harry Potter and LOTR crossover.

# Emissaries of Angvard - A Harry Potter and Inheritance Cycle crossover.

# The Grimm Tales - A Harry Potter and Grimm(Tv series) crossover.

# Bleach - The Last Shinigami - An AU of Bleach. Bleach Time-Travel fanfic. Incredibly Powerful Ichigo.

# Naruto - Kakusera Konseki - An AU of Narutoverse. Naruto Time-Travel fanfic. Smarter Naruto! Strong Naruto!

(The last two fics are still in their infancy. I have completed 10 chapters so far and I am not happy with some of them. A revision would likely be my next step regarding this story.)

Some other works are also under progress but I will leave them be for now considering they are out of my hand and being beta'ed by some of my usual readers.

Miscellaneous Stuff-

- I have no policy on how you choose to critique me. Do so at your leisure and pleasure.

- I do not claim to be a professional writer but I have come a long way from being a bumbling idiot who wrote for fun to a moderately good enough writer, though, I still write for fun.

- I have taken up writing because I was sick and tired of seeing awesome stories go to tits up.

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These are works of purely speculative fiction. It is not intended to infringe on any rights by and of the companies and/or individuals involved in the production of any series mentioned here. The characters involved are the intellectual property of their respective authors except for the ones that are listed as an OC which are mine.

Flourish and Blotts (a few weeks ago, just after Harry's raid)

 "Mr Blott all items have been accounted for, we're not sure what whoever broke in was looking for but nothing seems to be missing" one of the men that stormed in after the door opened reported. Mr Blott remained silent as he watched his men examine the room, "did you at least manage to find a trace of whoever broke in? If they managed to make it this far, it means they at least knew the defences here".

 "Sir while we don't know who broke in, we managed to collect a trace of their magical signature. We'll share it with all our contacts around the country, with that we can use it to detect them should they ever walk into any magical place", with a huff Mr Blott turned around as he reached the door he looked over his shoulder to his men "I want whoever it is that thinks they can mess with me to wish they were dead, is that understood!"

 With a nod from the men a few proceeded to step out, a few others in charge gave out orders to reinstall and upgrade the defence and wards. 

Bones Manor 

 Madam Bones was a rather strict woman, as Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement she had to be. There were not a lot of females that worked in the ministry let alone the rare few that managed to make it up the hierarchy into a position of power.

 The First Wizarding War took a heavy toll on her family: her father and mother were killed by Lord Voldemort; Amelia's brother Edgar, a member of the Order of the Phoenix, his wife, and their children were murdered by Death Eaters. She had at least one surviving sibling, however, as she and Edgar shared a niece, Susan, who was born to another brother.

 When she heard that Sirius Black a known member of her brother's little vigilante group betrayed the Potters, she was astonished. However, due to her position in the ministry at that time she wasn't able to gain admission to witness the trial of Black, and by the time she was in power the verdict had already been passed and the whereabouts of Harry Potter was only known to the Chief Warlock. 

 Imagine her surprise as she got home one day to receive a letter from Gringotts concerning the guardianship of Harry Potter, the more she read the more astonishing she was. She knew something was wrong as Albus Dumbledore continuously reassured members of the Wizengamot and general he was happy and well looked after. Being called to Gringotts to have a meeting with the spirited away Potter Heir didn't sound like everything was alright.

 Agreeing to the meeting in 2 weeks time she was tempted to storm to Hogwarts and strangle Albus asking what the hell was going on, but she was suspicious of the little note that said all this should be conducted in discretion, at least until the guardianship was sorted. 

Abbott Manor 

 Dogma Abbott head of the Abbott family sat behind his desk as he observed the letter laid before him, shifting his attention to the fire as it slowly crackled he continued to contemplate on his next action. "Dear I think we should go to this meeting, if not for anything at least to hear what they have to say" Sarah Abbott wife of Dogma said as she couldn't help but worry, being the wife of a Pureblood and Lord of a house despite being a muggleborn, she picked up her fair share of knowledge when dealing with politics.

 Dogmas focus shifted to his wife thinking about her words, "there is more to this than I'd like, and I have a feeling we wouldn't like what we will discover if we went. The name Harry Potter currently holds a lot of weight in our world both domestic and internationally, for something like this…", he couldn't help but muse on the political impact this would have, especially to his family. 

 "Still we should go, we aren't agreeing to anything yet, according to this another House is going to be there. At least with this we would know what's happening and be able to prepare for anything that may come of it", with a sigh Dogma sat in silence for a good 10 minute. "Very well we will attend this meeting, just be prepared for anything that may happen".

Potter Manor (2 days after the raid and a day after the houses received the letters from Gringotts)

 Harry was currently relaxing as he'd spent the previous day creating the mech frames, it was extremely tiring and even though he could use the energy in the atmosphere to reduce the burden, with the size of his core which is reaching the same capacity as a freshly graduated Hogwarts student he was still drained. 

 As he had a comic in his hands courtesy of the house elves a regal looking owl landed on the armrest of the couch opposite him. Looking at the envelope he performs a series of detection spells making sure there's nothing untoward on the letter, the owl looked disgruntled at this but Harry simply rolled his eyes, looking at the content of the letter he nodded. Writing his reply thanking AM Griphook, he had the owl return and sat back down to continue his book.

 At that moment Lady Matilda walked in to the room, noticing the letter from Gringotts she walked up to him "may I?" Gesturing to the letter Harry nodded still focused on his comic, Matilda read the letter then turned to Harry "I'll come with you to this meeting, maybe a second opinion may help in choosing your guardian. I don't see why I can't be your guardian though", Harry's reply was simple and straight to the point "unfortunately you're technically not alive, no one knows who you are, and a lot of people might react in ways we don't know if a random witch claims guardianship of their 'Boy-Who-Lived'". 

 With a huff Lady Matilda replied "it's not as if they can do anything to us" gaining a nod in reply "while that may be so, I'd rather not have to deal with any other wizard and besides, whoever becomes my 'guardian' will basically be a shield against the rest of the wizards". At that they relaxed into a comfortable silence.

A random soul following a fatal accident awakens in the fictional world of Harry Potter, with no recollection of his identity or familiar faces, how will he overcome the trials and tribulations he is to face while wearing the body of a recently deceased Harry Potter.

Characters that are mentioned that are derived from the original book/movie series are intellectual properties of J. K. Rowling. This book is an adaptation of the original Harry Potter world, all chapters will be released to the general public, Patrons receive earlier access to the chapters.

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Harry-Potter, These two words are those words that each magic fanatic teen knows either through novels or movies. 

Austin Evans was like one these magic fanatic teens in his high school. He liked to read novels, mangas, animes, movies etc. anything that relates to magic.

Born in very rich family of businessmen, his family spoiled him very much, even more after death of his mother during his young age. His father would always be busy in work related to business, and even travel time to time, other places for works, meetings etc. So he was unable to spend his time with Austin. But he always fulfilled any wishes or needs Austin have, and provided large amount of money to him for spend on thongs he liked.

Before High School, Austin was like any other rich spoiled kid out in world, but in high school after he made few new friends who were what we call OTAKU, he started become like them. He even started to bunk classes later on to watch movies or anime series. One thing that fascinated him more in these things was Magic.

He searched and read every novels, books, journals related to magic daily. He became one of biggest fan of Harry Potter series after watching its movie series. Then he started to purchase everything is related to Harry Pitter series like Wands, Books, Brooms, Dressesetc. He always read few chapters of Harry Potter Novel series before sleeping, once it ends then he again start it from beginning.

Last night was like any other nights except few things that happens after reading the few death part of story, that was crying. Last night he cried and slept after reading the death of Fred, one of the Prankster Twins in the Battle of Hogwarts to find out Next Morning he wasn't in his previous world but in Potter-Verse and in train that left for Hogwarts - Hogwart Express.

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Austin Evans got transmigrated into the world of Harry-Potter unexpectedly with a system, while sleeping after reading Harry Potter last night.

He used to be what people say one of the POTTER-HEADS. He was in his late teens and one of the biggest fans of Harry Potter Series. What he liked most in the series either in movie or in novel was Magic, Wands etc. He also used to like to read other novels related to Wizard, Sorcerers, Spell-Casters etc.

So how will he change story and by how much??

What will the effects of changing the story??

Will he be in shadows or rise up openly??

Watch his journey to become most powerfull wizard in different novel universes.




This is just a fan written fiction about his favourite novel. I don't own any of characters accept mine in this series, originals belong to JK Rowling.

Actually, The System Design in this novel has, been picked up from another fan-fic on webnovel known as Wizardary system with little modification. If the writer of the that novel have any problem regarding me copying his idea then he/she can mail me i will remove the ideas I had taken from that novel.The Wizardary System is quite good fanfic, in fact it was one of my favourites fanfics about harry-potter but the MC started to behave like an little kid later on along with other characters so it dropped few ranks in my list of fanfics, If my character goes like that in future please remind me.

And about Cover of the Novel, i got it from google if anybody have any problems with it, you can either comment on the novel or mail me on: 

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Ricky slept like never had in his entire life, but he knew that if he was able to think that meant he was not dead. But when he remembered what happened before he list consciousness then he dreaded what he would see upon opening his eyes.

Just as he thought those things, he was suddenly assaulted by a pain in his head he never knew existed. It was as if someone was stabbed him in the head with a dull ice pick.

It hurt, it burned, gritting his teeth he however refused to scream. He didn't know why he did that, true he was always a bit headstrong a d also refused to show any type of weakness, but this was different.

As the pain subsided, a massive amount of inages and memories  assaulted him, it was like starting a movie on fast forward. This caused him to get lightheaded for a bit.

But when he recovered, he didn't know if he had lost his marbles of if he was dreaming, because there was not a chance or possibility that both harry potter or Voldemort existed, nor did Dungeons and dragons for that matter. 

Yet he had memories and abilities of both Harry Potter and that of Voldemort. To make matters worst he also had all the skill of his created character from Dungeons and dragons.

Apparently, when Harry Potter died in the Forbidden forest, the soul of Voldemort that was trapped in the scar escaped through a spatial rift and somehow he also got sucked through an open space rift. 

Also because that soul peice got corrupted by lily's blood magic, I mot only had all of Voldemort's memories but also harry's.

But for the Dungeons and dragons thing, he didn't have an explanation for it, not at all.

Sighing he pit it at the. ack of his head and decided to open his eyes, and when he did, it was in a rather familiar place to a rather familiar face that is, a familiar face that was twenty years younger than when Harry had last seen the medi-witch.

"Who are you?," Madam Pomfrey started, " And what were you doing in Dumbledore's office? You were lucky I found you.  Whom ever you are, I am not sure what prank you were planning but how did you even get into his office?"

Ricky blinked at her. His mind reeling. Time travel?. The memories that were not his immediately jumped to conclusion. But the memories of his original self had quickly took control and shut it down, Madam Pomfrey was younger than in his harry potter memories remembered, but older than his Voldemort's.

 So not only was he in between both time frame but he was also in an other world altogether. Then his thoughts sharpened.

"Hedwig?" He croaked.

"What did you say?"

Harry coughed, "Hedwig, my snowy owl, where is she?"

"She was unconscious, but like you, she was perfectly unharmed. She is resting with the gamekeeper, Hagrid, he's keeping an eye on her as she recovers."

"How long have I been out?"

"Since I found you, about twenty minutes, but by your age I'd say you are a sixth year so you might've missed your history exam. You a free to go and try to explain to your instructors why you are so late to the exam as it seems you don't want to explain anything to me."

Madame Pomfrey walked away after speaking with the young man, at first she was confused as to why he had a weird American accent, but it soon disappeared and replaced by a British one. She thought he was practicing for a prank, but let it go since it was money of her concern.

Ricky hesitated before climbing out of bed. He was still wearing his fatigues and boots, looking around he did not see his helmet, weapons, gear or vest for that matter. 

The only thing he noticed was his travel pack that looked to be filled with his meager possessions, and the wooden wand he bought from amazon during his free time a few days ago, after picking it up and placing it in his pocket, he sighed as he took another look at his clothes and to his joy it did not have any blood stains on it. "Thanks," he said.

before leaving the hospital wing he ducked into the bathroom that was located by the door, and he got inside he began getting his thoughts in order.

He needed a plan. Looking at himself in the mirror he decided that the easiest lie was the closest to the truth. He was a tall, handsome teenager with black hair, and blue gray eyes with gold rimless glasses.

He had an undercut fade haircut, his hair was neatly combed, however on the right side of his head a few inches away from his ear just to the side of his temple was a scar that strongly resembled the mark of cain from the show 'supernatural'.

Both the Harry and surprisingly the Voldemort side of him hated the scar on the side of his head hating it for everything it stood for, although it was no longer hurting.

After all it was a Horcrux.

Sighing he went back to his appearance, he had glasses and black hair like Harry Potter but looked nothing like him, therefore he could not be a full blooded Potter, a distant relative? maybe? A halfblood, his mother some nameless muggle? Nah, way to much prejudice.

How about a pure blood from a reclusive pure blood family from Gibraltar? according to Voldemort's memories a few existed there up until the sixties.

As far as backstory goes he could say that both his parents were dead and he had been living in foster care with a couple he called Uncle and Aunt, no relation.

As fo his magical ability…

He found an old trunk in the attic with spell books and a wand. He knew about Hogwarts but had assumed he wasn't powerful enough to be admitted. 

Somehow he doubted that people slipping through the cracks between Hogwarts and the Ministry would be a first-time occurrence.

Later at eight years old he ran away from home, and live in the streets of London. Where he got sick, Luckily he was save by a passing sellwand from Bulgaria who notice his shivering body in the dead of winter. She took him to her room and nursed him back to health.

After he was healthy, she took him under her wing and taught him everything he needed to know about magic. She even took him out to do some jobs every once in a while around the world, sadly she passed away a year ago.

He bounce around a bit looking for stable job, but with him being underage made it difficult. He came back to England this morning and was on his way to the leaky cauldron looking for work.

But why was he at Hogwarts?

Because, he asked a random person on the street and asked  him if he was related to a Henry Potter. Which he had interpreted to mean he had magical relatives, and the person told him about a relative who was around his own age who went by James who happened to attend Hogwarts.

Originally, he had intended to floo to Hogsmeade from London but had ended up coughing and saying Hogwarts instead.

Yeah that could work, but he needed to add to his background a bit. accessing both Voldemort and Harry's memories he began polishing his story.

After he was done, he  continuously repeated his backstory to himself, and again, and again. While watching himself speak he realized the one thing that even if all his lies held together might give him away if they do a blood test.

Frowning he quickly racked his brain for an answer, and a few different ideas popped up. To his dismay however the majority of them involved a lengthy ritual, and he knew that they came from Voldemort's memories.

After all that sick bastard had a sick and twisted love for the weird, and evil kinds of magic. Suddenly another idea sprang up, using a spell from DnD all he had to do was obtain a drop of blood from someone and upon injecting it in his body he would quickly cast a spell that would then dilute in his body showing that he his a distant cousin of said person.

After going over the spell and everything he open the door and looked around, Madam Pomfrey was not in the room, she probably was in her office.

With a relieved smile, he quickly made his way towards the counter where he noticed a jar full of small muggle of syringes, he knew from his memories of Harry Potter that they were still there, and unused during his Hogwarts years.

so it stand to believe that they were given to Poppy by a Muggleborn student as a gift, but since they were not used in the wizarding world she left them on the shelf as an show of appreciation.

He quickly opened the jar and took five, before closing it and leaving the hospital wing and tried to make his way to a secluded location outside instead, to once again began racking his brain for another solution.

He then created two simulacrum and sent them to the room of Requirement, they're instructions were to gather all the valuables, and things of intrest and putting them in a bag of holding, everything except the diadem horcrux.

He contimiued to make his way out of the castle, but it would seem that fate had other plans for him. As he navigated the halls of Hogwarts with unparalleled ease, using all the secret passages Voldemort knew and some Harry knew to make his way outside 

And as soon as he reached his desired location he was assaulted by one of the life altering events in the series.

Haughty, Pompous, Studious, and Killable; the four Marauders were in front of him and were most definitely up to no good.

Not my novel I only uploaded it here for the purpose of listening to it on the audiobook feature.

The author is a student currently attending Notre Dame university, Screen name is Fleeceem44. He is part of a private chat group consisting of ppl whom try to combine they're favorite fanfiction novels into one while tweaking then a bit.

The credit goes to the original authors of the novels used, for this particular remix I want to give credit to 

Jacobapples who wrote the novel 'Broken reflections'
https://m.fanfiction.net/s/12977048/2/

ORFgrunt who wrote the novel 'Till the gates of hell'
https://m.fanfiction.net/s/11327757/1/Till-the-gates-of-hell

Wand description 
Lenght- 14 inches 
Wood- Yew
Core- Dragon heartstring

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Shen Jun Shan came right away after the call from Qiao An. He changed his formal shirt with an exercise shirt, but the slack pant remained.

Qiao An was waiting for Shen Jun Shan at the front door and when she saw him, the weariness in her face faded.

Qiao An brought Shen Jun Shan to the bookshelf and pointed towards the book. "The arrangement of the books was off."

Shen Jun Shan took a careful look at the books. The three-tier shelf was full of books. The bottom shelf was an individual book or novel, the middle shelf was for poetry books, and the top shelf was for books series.

Qiao An sorted all her book in the bottom and middle shelf according to alphabetical order. Meanwhile, the book on the top shelf was in numerical order according to their series.

But one book was slightly off – the Harry Potter and the order of Phoenix.

That book is the fifth book from the Harry Potter books. By the way, Qiao An arranged her book, that particular book should be in between The Goblet of Fire and the Half-Blood Prince.

But now, Shen Jun Shan saw that the book was placed in front of the Philosopher's stone.

"I swear I did not move any of my books. I always put them in their place. Nothing changed in this house except for that one." Qiao An sat down. "Jun Shan, do you think I'm crazy?"

Seeing how Qiao An was sad, Shen Jun Shan's heart was in pain too. He went over to Qiao An's seat and hugged her.

Both of them were silent the whole time as Shen Jun Shan did not know what else he could do to soothe Qiao An.

After some time, Shen Jun Shan spoke. "How about we changed all the locks in your house. I keep on thinking about it. This person enters your house but takes nothing as if he or she just want to look around your house. Another thing, it seems as if the person enters from the door as there is no sign of breaking in. Someone must have the key to your house. Nothing went missing from your house, right?"

Qiao An straightened her body. She shook her head. "Nothing is missing."

Since Qiao An was shaken by what happened to her house, she did not feel like staying there for the time being. Shen Jun Shan suggested that Qiao An stayed somewhere else first for the time being.

But when Qiao An called Jin, Jin was in City T. At first, Qiao An planned to stay at Jin's place until all the locks in her house were replaced. It was just too bad that Jin was not around. Shen Jun Shan suggested that Qiao An stayed with them first.

Qiao An took all her necessary thing to stay overnight. She estimated that the locks could be changed the next day since Shen Jun Shan promised to help her to find a trustworthy party to do the job.

When Amy Shen saw Qiao An with her things, she was very curious, but when Shen Jun Shan explained the situation to her, Amy was surprised. After all, she knew how careful Qiao An is with her things.

There absolutely no way for Qiao An to let her book stuffed randomly when Amy Shen knew that Qiao An treated all her books like her precious baby.

Ten minutes before eight, Jin called Qiao An back to ask her what happened that she suddenly wants to stay with Jin at the bungalow. Jin had been trying to get Qiao An to stay with him, but Qiao An refused repeatedly.

Qiao An told him the truth; about how she thought someone broke into her house and she will be staying with the Shen siblings that night. Upon hearing so, Jin was very grateful to Shen siblings.

Since Qiao An did not have a book with her, she sat down at the sofa quietly, not knowing what to do since around this time, she usually read. Shen Jun Shan came to sit beside her, trying to ask her about the lock that she wanted when Qiao An's phone vibrated.

Since Shen Jun Shan was beside Qiao An, he could peek at her reading her incoming text. It was a text from someone named Joel.

In the text, Joel asked if Qiao An was free to meet tomorrow since he has something to give to Qiao An. Shen Jun Shan knew that it was terrible of him to peek at someone's message, but he could not help it.

Shen Jun Shan saw that Qiao An typed 'no' before exiting the messaging app. She then turned to face Shen Jun Shan who was sitting close next to her. "You say something about lock just now. What is it?"

Shen Jun Shan and Qiao An talked about the kind of locks that Qiao An wanted and if they should add other safety features while at it. Both of them were talking animatedly about that. 

Amy Shen was staying in her room since she did not want to be the third wheel. She even volunteered to take out the trash to the dumpster outside their block. Shen Jun Shan was the one who always does the chores, but since her brother was busy communicating with his love one, Amy Shen decided to let him off this once.

Amy Shen took the trash bag with her and walked to the dumpster outside their block. The dumpster was shared between their block and the neighbouring block Amy Shen had to walk for about twenty steps to go there.

Since she decided to give some time alone for her brother and Qiao An, Amy Shen took her time walking around to the neighbouring block. 

After she was tired of walking around aimlessly, Amy Shen decided to return to her house. She was walking around the corner quietly when she saw a silhouette lingered around Qiao An's car.

Amy Shen approached the parking lot quietly and went behind the rows of car. She could not see the face of the silhouette since it was quite dark, and the person was not facing her. The person crouched, and Amy Shen heard a scratching sound.

Suddenly, Amy Shen recalled what happened this morning; Qiao An said that the scratch got longer that it was yesterday. 

She walked faster to approach the person. "What do you think you are doing to people's car?"

The silhouette turned around.

"It's you." Amy Shen gasped.

Not all love stories started with love at first sight. 

This is a very typical story about ordinary people who fall in love in the most ordinary way; that is friendship turns into love -love but NOT AT FIRST SIGHT.

Qiao An and Shen Jun Shan became a good friend when Qiao An moved into the same apartment complex with Shen Jun Shan. 

The rest? You know how it goes.

(*English is my third language/chapters are not edited)

Not my novel all praises and credit goes to original author 'tkepner' only uploading it here to listen the audiobooks while working long crappy hours 

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/11913447/1/Amalgum-Lockhart-s-Folly

when he portaled home he noticed both azazel and vali were waiting for him

"how was your date" azazel said with a mischievous smile

"it was quite nice especially when she guaranteed me time that i could use to prepare myself i am certain that with enough control i can win with my black holes i just need time to perfect my control and when she said that i would be safe while i trained i started to enjoy myself" azazel's smile vanished he was hoping to hear words like terrible and i hate you but no instead he enjoyed himself how boring

"so why are you waiting for me anyway" arthur asked

"you make food" vali said simply arthur just slapped himself on the head these two were useless

"very well i will get freshened up then i will cook by the way azazel do you know any good publishing companies i have decided to become a writer since she just made me completely broke"

"alright i know someone i will get in contact with her the moment you have it ready" azazel said laughing at arthur's new predicament

he got freshened up and while doing so he bought the knowledge of multiple series of stories like harry potter and artemis fowl the rangers apprentice the brotherband chronicles and the inheritance cycle from the system as those were his favorite stories in his previous life and he wanted others to enjoy them A and B he knew he would get rich fast if he published those stories once he was done eating he figured he'd start with the first novel series he ever read harry potter and began writing it took him four days to finish volume one but he was smart he would write all of them and then have them edited and sent out into the world so it took him about a month to finish the entirety of the harry potter series before he handed the first one to azazel who told arthur he would get ready and then they'd go when they got there they went through pleasantries

"this is arthur arthur this is nanao watanabe" azazel said finally actually introducing them albeit rather abruptly

"nice to meet you would you mind showing me what you wrote" she asked he did so she then took them to her office and began reading she had a lot of shocked expressions as she read and when she finished she abruptly got up and left returning awhile later with who arthur assumed was her boss

"so your arthur i am ayato himura well i must say your work is excellent now normally we give only ten percent royalty but since this story is so good we will up it to fifteen how does that sound" she said

"that sound excellent" arthur said

"i also wanted to know when you would have the second done" she asked

"well i am going to be completely honest i already have it finished however i do not want to publish them to quickly if you understand" arthur said

"i do indeed how about you bring it at the end of the next month" she said

"agreed oh by the way when i finish the harry potter series i have a few more stories at the ready as well" arthur said

"are they as good as this one" she asked

"oh yes yes they are but that will be for later i am just telling you know so as for no surprises down the road"

"well i thank you for that will will have a separate contract for each series you write so as to not rip you or us off" she said

"wonderful" arthur said

"come let's go sign the contract for this series" she said he nodded got up and followed her to her own office

almost a month after the book was published everybody and their mom talked about the book he was earned 2.5 million dollars of the first book alone he went on a date twice more with amaterasu he also used his black hole abilities to scare the guys to trade money for gold so as to be rich there too he traded half of his money for gold and would continue to trade half of the money he earns to gold until he stops earning so never

sora's life was terrible his mother used him for target practice his father and elder sister used him as a training dummy his younger sister also used him as a training dummy and his aunt not only used you as a training dummy but she also rapes sora constantly the only person who somewhat cared and tried to help you was your uncle one day a stranger in a cloak handed you a suitcase with the ability to escape inside he said that when sora gets so desperate open the case and that will help him escape but once he does he's on his own since the stranger was dying and what's inside will carry on the legacy

~disclaimer~ this is a fanfic of RWBY however I will be using quite a few weapons from different shows for his armament as he does have many weapons also i use punctuation literally never so sorry before hand oh and he and his friends are very overpowered

CHAPTER FORTY FOUR:


"What is your full name?"


"Severus Alexander Snape." Snape's voice was smooth as always, making him sound less affected by the potion than others, but that same undertone Amelia had heard in Potter-Black's voice was also present in this man's voice.


"Age?"


"Thirty-five."


"Posts?"


"Hogwarts Potions professor, spy."


"Whose spy?" She was actually surprised that he identified with it so strongly that he would name being a spy as one of his posts.


"I am a spy for the Order of the Phoenix," came the even reply, and Amelia nodded grudgingly.


"When did you become a spy?"


"When I realized that the Dark Lord planned on targeting Lily and her family."


Amelia wasn't sure whether to be surprised or not – she had been at Hogwarts when Snape began his first year, after all, and had seen how attached the little Slytherin was to the feisty Gryffindor, but it did surprise her that they had still been friends after so many years.


"Did you warn the Potters of the danger?"


"They already knew," Snape replied.


"Who warned them, then?"


"Dumbledore."


Amelia pursed her lips – she really wasn't a fan of the old man, despite all the good he had done for their society. "Do you answer to Dumbledore?"


"As a Hogwarts professor, yes. As a spy my loyalty is to the Light, not to any particular figure." A complete and concise answer, to her surprise – she really should have worded that question more precisely. Heartened at the fact that the man had chosen to give her a full answer – for she knew that he could have just as easily replied simply with yes or no – she decided to accept his sincerity.


"When did you and Potter-Black first meet?"


"On Friday February 23rd."


"The same day Potter-Black appeared in this time?"


"The same moment," came the surprising reply, and Amelia leaned forward, intrigued despite herself.


"Explain."


"Harry Potter-Black materialized in the middle of an Inner Circle meeting."


Amelia drew in a sharp breath, looking over to where the young man sat, looking somewhat amused and very much alive.


"How did you survive that?" she asked, wide-eyed. Did he actually manage to fight his way through the entire Inner Circle to freedom?


"I bluffed my way out," he grinned, and she blinked. What? "I let Snake Face believe that I had switched to his side after Dumbledore's death in my old timeline, but that the Light had been winning the war and Snake Face sent me back in time to set things right. Actually," Potter-Black grinned wryly, "I still can't believe he bought it. I even managed to make him think that Malfoy was a traitor, which led to his immediate execution. He won't get Susan this time," he smiled reassuringly, and her heart nearly stopped.


"Susan?" she whispered.


"Ah, sorry!" Potter-Black exclaimed, looking slightly panicked. "It's easy to forget that I'm the only one who knows about things that happened last time." Some of her reluctance to ask must have shown on her face, for the young man grimaced. "You don't want to know."


"No," she said slowly, "I don't think I do." Clearing her throat, she turned back to the Potions Master. "How much do you know about Potter-Black?"


"His entire life," Snape replied evenly, and she sighed. Why was every answer from this man so confusing?


"What do you mean by that?"


"Harry showed me his entire life via Legilimency."


"You know Legilimency?" Amelia asked the twenty-one-year-old in surprise, and his crooked grin and nod were answer enough.


"Does he know yours in exchange?"


"Yes."


Amelia blinked. "Just what is your relationship?" Perhaps it wasn't something she needed the answer to, but she was certainly curious enough to ask.


"Life partners," Snape replied, and both Amelia and Potter-Black inhaled sharply.


"Really?" Potter-Black asked in dawning delight, eyes locked on the taller figure. "Life partners?"


"Absolutely," came the smooth reply, and Amelia could only look on in dumbfounded silence as Potter-Black launched himself at his lover, tears in his eyes despite the huge grin he wore.


"Ahem," Amelia cleared her throat awkwardly when it became apparent that Veritaserum didn't numb Snape's mind enough to keep him from returning Potter-Black's eager kiss. "Can you save it for later?"


"Sorry, Amelia," Potter-Black grinned, slowly extricating himself from his partner's hold. "I thought he would merely answer that we're lovers, so…"


"I do understand," Amelia smiled wryly. "Even so, I must ask you to save it for later. I did have a few more questions to ask before the Veritaserum wears off!"


Before long the young man was back in his own chair, and Amelia was able to continue the questioning, though she didn't have many more questions to ask. "What are your plans for the future?" she asked despite having a pretty good idea now that she knew of the two men's relationship.


"I hope to travel the world with Harry and work on potions development, specifically of a potion enabling the temporary ability of Parseltongue."


"You don't intend to continue teaching at Hogwarts?"


"No." To her surprise, the man added, "I am a terrible teacher."


"Why did you apply for the post of Hogwarts professor, then?" Amelia couldn't hide her irritation when the poor things she had heard from her niece were confirmed by the very person the young girl had complained about for years.


"I did not," came the surprising reply. "Dumbledore insisted I take the post so that he could have his spy near at hand."


Amelia was surprised at the note of anger that bled through despite the Veritaserum. It sounded as though there was bad blood between the Hogwarts professor and his headmaster.


"Do you have a grudge against Dumbledore?"


"Yes." The answer was surprisingly cold, and Amelia's curiosity was piqued.


"Why?" Unexpectedly, the answer didn't come from the Potions Master, but rather from his younger companion.


"Dumbledore likes using potions and spells to influence people," the young man spat, and Amelia stared. "Yes, even on me. Especially on me," Potter-Black scowled. "Through the use of spells, Dumbledore completely changed several people's personalities, including mine, Severus's, Hermione's, Ron's… I don't know if he has any on you, but during your time at Hogwarts he most likely had you dosed on fealty potions just as he does all current Hogwarts students. Excepting the Slytherins, of course."


"Do you have proof of this?" she asked weakly; she had never liked Dumbledore, but to accuse him of such crimes…


"Absolutely," came the unwavering answer. "In fact, we even interrogated him under Veritaserum – I can show you the notes we took. We obliviated him afterwards, though, so it's no use asking him about it."


"I would very much like to see those records," Amelia said, her voice still somewhat faint. To think that the Hogwarts Headmaster would do such things… "Does he have Susan under anything?" The thought that Susan might actually be a very different person hidden under a series of spells chilled her to the bone.


"Nothing more than the fealty potion and a loyalty spell to Hufflepuff House," Potter-Black assured her. "Poppy checked her in the future and didn't find anything else in her system, as far as I know."


"How did you find out about the spells and potions?"


"After Dumbledore's death some of us noticed our personalities slowly changing, and Poppy gave everyone a thorough inspection. She, too, was under a lot of spells."


Amelia inhaled sharply – did Dumbledore not know how dangerous it was to influence a mediwitch? Had she violated her Hippocratic Oath because of something Dumbledore had done she would have lost her life, and Dumbledore could have been rightly charged of murder. As it was, he could be charged with a lot of other things, and Amelia intended to see justice done.


"We want him to undergo a public trial to reveal to everyone what he's done," Potter-Black continued, and she nodded grimly. "Unfortunately, it will have to be done soon – he'll be dead within a month."


"Excuse me?" Amelia exclaimed. "He's dying?"


"He put on a cursed ring," Potter-Black snorted, "and though Severus did what he could to prevent the curse from spreading he doesn't have much longer to live."


Amelia gaped at the man.


"All in due time," a deeper voice said, and both turned to Snape, whose dose of Veritaserum had apparently worn off. "There are more important things than Dumbledore to be dealt with."


"Very true," Potter-Black agreed. "The most important thing right now is to prove to the world that Voldemort was back and is now dead for good, and get a new Minister in place. The Ministry needs to be cleaned of corruption, all remaining Death Eaters found and put through trials… there is much to do." Rising, the man inclined his head to Amelia with a serious look. "We will take our leave now, and I will be in touch tomorrow morning. Should I come to you in the Ministry? If you could invite some reporters we can get the news out of the way first thing. From now on everything should be made as public and transparent as possible; we have nothing to hide."


"We are in accord, Lord Potter-Black," Amelia stood and held out her hand to the young man. "Please join me in my office at 10 AM – I will be ready and waiting."


"See you then," the enigmatic man gripped her hand with a smile before stepping back, allowing Snape to shake her hand next. Then both man walked away side by side, silently making their way to the entrance hall and apparating out, leaving Amelia with the prospect of a long and sleepless night preparing to change wizarding Britain.

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