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.

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.

Standard Disclaimer-

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.

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

Visual link: https://www.yourpatchstoreonline.com/Alchemy-The-Vault-Dragon-Wand-p/ac-v31.htm

Anything can be bound. Anything can be sealed. Anything can be restricted. Only time will tell how long these will last. A rewrite from my original Book 1 of the Gamer Series.

This is also on Fanfiction.net, same name and everything. The author is the same, but with Web novel limiting the word count, so I had to make it similar to my fanfic's username. 

Warning: Bad grammar, English not my first language. 

Check the other stories of mine in https://www.fanfiction.net/~imboredsojustdoingrandomfanfic

AND DONE! The 4th of July, 2020 is when this fanfic is completed!

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: 

shauryasingh67559@yahoo.com

Fang Qi glanced at the task list on the System Interface. He had completed the second task of establishing dominance and obtained the rewards.
Mr. Fang dreaded turning the Fortune Prize Wheel since he still remembered that he almost got a bag of potato chips when he turned it the last time.
However, Fang Qi glanced at the items listed on the wheel and saw the high-level items included Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children, Orochi's Blood, Random Bloodline Elixir, and a Godly Weapon Fragment. These items would stay on the wheel. Mr. Fang had turned the wheel several times and saw these items many times as well.
As for the low-end items such as potato chips, they would usually only stay on the wheel once. They would be replaced randomly by other things even if they were not drawn.
This time, the spot for the potato chip was replaced by Cappuccino, and the Dove chocolate was also switched off.
Mr. Fang had no choice but to lower his head and turn the Fortune Prize Wheel.
The needle on the wheel swiftly turned and then gradually slowed down until it came to the zone of the high-end items.
Godly weapon fragment…
Passed.
Orochi's Blood…
Mr. Fang's face turned dark when the needle passed it too.
The needle moved even slower, and the next item was Cappuccino.
"F*ck!"
Snap! The needle moved a bit further in the end and stopped at a strange machine.
 [Beep! Host, congratulations on getting a 'Norton's Disassembler'. This machine offers services with fees.]
[TL Note: The Chinese version of Dungeon Fighter Online seems to be a little different compared to the North American version. Therefore, we translated the terminologies to the best of our abilities.]
"Ahh!?" Mr. Fang froze for a few seconds as he glanced at the strange machine that looked like a cupboard. "Norton's Disassembler?"
He felt puzzled, and his vision almost darkened. Wait, I don't even have the game yet! The disassembler' is in place already?
In Dungeon Fighter Online, it was well known that alchemy reached an ultimate high level. In this game, players could even disassemble equipment and crystals; that went to show how advanced this technology was.
Through alchemy, most of the items in the game could be disassembled and made into various colored crystals with different elements or colorless small crystals. Using these crystals of different categories, players could create new equipment.
The colorless small crystals could be understood as mediums or sorcerers' magic crystals.
These crystals had steady and dense structures, which made them extremely important products of alchemy. While ignoring other features, they could act as medium or buffers which were a necessity for using many skills in the game.
Fang Qin didn't know if the skills recreated by the System were like those in the original game. In the original game, once the players that focused on close-range combat went over level 30, they all required colorless small crystals as a medium to use the more powerful skills.
However, in terms of mages, the mage players must cast spells through the mediums, which was the common feature of most systems of mages and sorcerers.
"…" Mr. Fang at a loss for words, wondered why he was given this item before the game was released; it only made sense if this item came after.
He had to accept it anyway since it was his prize…
The only good news was that Fang Qi would get the majority of the income earned from this machine including activation fees and service fees. After all, it was his prize.
In other words, this item would bring him more income later on, but he had to put it away for now.
Another task had stayed on Mr. Fang's System Interface for a long time.
It was the task to unlock the new online game, Dungeon Fighter Online. The number of the sci-fic games and movies including Resident Evil the movie, Resident Evil the game, Grand Thief Auto 5, The Matrix, and StarCraft had reached 5; the earlier ones had far surpassed 1,000 activations.
With more players entering the two old shops, GTA 5, the game with the highest degree of freedom in the sci-fi genre, had more than 6,000 activations.
Despite this game not being that helpful towards improving strength, it was casual, relaxing, and open. The players could get familiar with the functions of modern objects, and the artifact masters, cultivators, and warriors could also learn basic knowledge about the machines in this game.
It was why many cultivators tried this game even though its style was not to their tastes.
For example, Tang Yu had dismantled the marines' guns while he played StarCraft and spent some time on trying to mimic them but couldn't find a way. However, Li Haoran could make a breakthrough in this research with his advantage in the basic knowledge that he learned from Grand Thief Auto 5.
The newly-released StarCraft had a sharp increase in sales lately. As for 'The Matrix', its activation number had reached the target set by the task before the release of StarCraft.
The goal of promoting sci-fi world views was temporarily completed.
As for the goal of unlocking the magic world views, Diablo 2 had been popular for a while now. The movie series including Harry Potter and the Hobbit were not as popular, but the fourth movie of Harry Potter had been released and the first movie of the Hobbit was released; each of them still had many fans.
The basic knowledge of runes and spells in the movies and games were helpful to the viewers. For example, the knowledge in Diablo 2 helped cultivators with the research of magic instillation and teleportation arrays. On top of that, spells such as teleportation and transfiguration had their own advantages.
In a magnificent palace in the inner section of Half City, a demonic woman with brown hair and green eyes stretched lazily and waved her magic wand. In the next moment, she already appeared before the shop.
"It's been a long while since I saw the young Mr. Fang…" She reached out her slim hand to push open the door and entered the shop.
This was the advantage of the teleportation spell shown in Harry Potter. It had limitations in some areas and was even dangerous sometimes, but it was obviously very useful.
Mr. Fang sneezed, and he wondered who was thinking of him. Anyway, including Diablo 2, Devil May Cry, Harry Potter, and the Hobbit, he was only one step away from reaching the goal of the magic world views.
[TL Note: In Chapter 426, the author mentioned that 8 movies and games were required for magic world views, but it is now down to 5 here. We think that the author made a typo in Chapter 426 and will issue the correction.]
…
After completing the last task, he had also obtained an elevation of privileges. Fang Qi saw a tree-shaped graph on the System Interface after his privileges were upgraded.
With this graph, he didn't need the System to send him tasks. Instead, he could see on the System Interface what he would do to develop the internet café and what benefits he would get.
For example, the three shops had all reached the limit for expansion. Fang Qi could calculate through the tree-shaped graph what degree of expansion he should make before he could get new rewards.
This way, he could make his own plans instead of solely relying on getting tasks from the System.


We’ve had systems that help the MCs make pills, steal skills from legendary masters, and even be forced to show off to earn points, but what about a system that allows one to run a virtual reality internet cafe, featuring all the classic games?

Our MC awakens in a new world (Truck-kun strikes again) and finds himself with a mysterious system that allows him to run a fully self-sufficient virtual reality internet cafe! What? Opening an internet cafe in a cultivator world? You can now surf the internet, watch dramas, and play video games?!

One Emperor Warrior cried after visiting MC’s shop, “Damn, Blizzard completes my life!”
Another Yuan River Realm cultivator gasped after drinking Sprite, “What is this sorcery?” 

What else did the MC bring to the cultivator world? Come join us on this adventure as Fang Qi faces off against cultivation sects and major forces with his collection of modern treasures.

Chapter 17 – The Man with Two Faces

The pain in Harry's scar doubled as he burst into the final chamber.

Quirrell whipped his now clumsily covered head around in a flash.

"I wondered whether I'd be meeting you here, Potter," he said calmly.

"Does Snape know you're here," Harry asked, climbing astride his broom, "– or are you and your extra head going to run off without him?"

"Severus?" Quirrell barked out an incredulous laugh but the usual quiver was gone, replaced with a cold sharp sound. "Yes, Severus does seem the type doesn't he? Swooping around like an overgrown bat. I had hoped his antics would draw suspicion from p-p-poor st-stuttering P-Professor Quirrell."

"A little obvious if you ask me." Harry kept glancing at the turban tied head, wondering if he would see what Hermione and Draco had spied beneath. "You and Snape are both working alone then? Won't he be surprised to see you've beaten him."

"Working alone?" Quirrell laughed again, "You stupid boy, Snape isn't after the Stone, he's been trying to keep me from it."

"What about the Quidditch match? I know you tried to kill me then – but Snape was cursing me as well."

"Ha!" Quirrell spat, "That fool was muttering a counter-curse, I would have had you off that broom if it wasn't for him. Your friend Miss Granger knocked me over as she rushed to set fire to Snape. She broke my eye contact. I must admit, it was almost worth the failed attempt to see him on fire." He clucked his tongue and narrowed his eyes at Harry. "You're too nosy to live, Potter." Quirrell growled, "Skipping around the school, keeping your eye on me in class -"

"Of course I was keeping an eye on you!" Harry squealed, "You tried to kill me! You attacked me that day at Gringott's – oh you horrible, horrible man! Grabbing at my bits and pieces without so much as an how do!"

Quirrell shook his head slightly and the cruel smile vanished from his lips. He snapped his fingers and ropes sprang out of thin air, wrapping themselves tightly around Harry.

"Eeek!" Harry squealed and tried to shift the broom from its squashed position between his legs.

"Now wait quietly Potter. I need to examine this interesting mirror."

Harry could see The Mirror of Erised standing tall behind Quirrell and knew that this was the last defense, Dumbledore's own, protecting the Stone. All he could do was keep Quirrell distracted until Hermione arrived with help.

"I don't know why Snape didn't turn you in when he had the chance," Harry ventured coyly. "He's a much more powerful wizard than you, he could have found a way to make you confess."

Quirrell's eyes narrowed angrily but he soon smirked. "He did try to frighten me – as though he could, when I had Lord Voldemort on my side …"

"So you are trying to bring old Yoo Hoo back," Harry forced himself to giggle, "He sure doesn't keep high standards, does he? Imagine laying all your hopes on a man with a face on the back of his head."

Quirrell stormed out from behind the mirror where he had been examining the structure.

"You will not speak against my master." The tremble had returned to Quirrell's voice, though now from rage rather than feigned cowardice.

"Your master?" Harry squeaked. "You mean – that's really Voldemort – on your head?"

"Lord Voldemort," Quirrell growled again.

"Lord," Harry twittered nervously, "I find it very hard to believe that the Queen herself agreed to knight that thing on your head – so he's not a real Lord, is he?"

"Shut up, boy," Quirrell turned back to the mirror, "I have work to do." He stared hungrily into the mirror and muttered to himself. "I see the Stone … I'm presenting it to my master Lord Voldemort … but where is it?"

Harry struggled against the ropes binding him, but they didn't give. He had to get Quirrell's attention again – before he figured out how to find the Stone!

"Can I meet him?" He blurted out.

Quirrell rounded on him, "How dare you."

"Well why not?" Harry pouted. "I want to know the face of the man who killed my parents!"

A high voice came from Quirrell's head – the face!

"Yes … Let me speak to him … face to face … quickly now, we have little time."

"Master, you are not strong enough!"

"I have strength enough … for this …"

Quirrell turned his back to Harry and quickly pulled off the sloppily wrapped turban. A chalk-white face stared menacingly at Harry with glaring red eyes and slits for nostrils, like a snake.

"Harry Potter …" it whispered, "See what I have become?" the face said. "Mere shadow and vapour … I have form only when I can share another's body .. .but there have always been those willing to let me into their hearts and minds … Unicorn blood has strengthened me, these past weeks … you saw faithful Quirrell drinking it for me in the forest … and when I have the Elixir of Life, I will be able to create a body of my own - "

"Yes, well, hopefully this Elixir of Life improves your face a bit." Harry burst out, "Goodness, were you this ugly before I ruined you?"

The red eyes narrowed, and the high voice hissed, "Brave, but as foolish as your parents. I killed your father first you know, he put up a courageous fight … but your mother needn't have died … the foolish girl was trying to protect you -"

"Bet you wish she had done a better job of it, huh?"

Voldemort peered intently into Harry's eyes before the flat lips curved into a sinister grin. "Use the boy," he hissed to Quirrell.

"The boy, master?" Quirrell questioned.

"He knows how to use the mirror."

Quirrell turned back to face Harry and nodded obediently, he clapped his hands once, and the ropes binding Harry fell off.

The broom eased down from its strangle hold and in a flash Harry was in the air leaning flat against the broom-handle pushing it to its highest speed.

Quirrell had time only to widen his eyes before Harry's speeding broom knocked him to the ground where he was assaulted in a flurry of slaps, squeals, and fists.

"My face!" Quirrell screamed.

Harry was startled just enough to pause, he saw Quirrell's face blistering where he had made contact. He gasped at the smell of burning flesh and squealed in horror.

Quirrell took his chance to wrestle Harry off of him and climbed to his feet. Yelling curses and still doubled over from the broomstick charge, he pinned Harry's arms behind his back and awkwardly marched him in front of the mirror.

"Well," Quirrell gasped. "What do you see?"

Harry whimpered and peered into the mirror.

"First of all," Harry screwed up his courage and tossed his head, "I must say I'm having the best hair day ever."

Quirrell snarled behind him and squeezed Harry's arms tighter.

"Eeek!" Harry squealed, "okay okay! And now I see – Yea! - I see Professor Snape and Hagrid bursting in to save me!"

Quirrell whipped around to face the chamber entrance, a green light already flashing from the wand now in his hand. Harry stuck his tongue out at Voldemort and swept his knee up with all his might. Quirrell doubled over once again with a horrible groan. Harry jumped up onto Quirrell's back and used both hands to grab at his and Voldemort's faces. The smell of burning flesh was horrible, made worse by the muffled screams of those burning and the now searing pain in Harry's scar. Harry was dizzy with the pain and slowly began to lose his grip on Quirrell's head. He held on for as long as he could but the pain in his scar was terrible and the world soon began to blur at the edges.

Harry was only vaguely aware of the dark, blurred form prying him from the silently screaming, writhing body of Quirrell. His vision began to clear an instant later when the pain in his scar suddenly ceased. He gasped and found that he was slung over somebody's shoulders, someone who certainly wasn't Hagrid, he tried to free himself but didn't have the energy to do more than struggle weakly.

"Keep still, Potter," a familiar voice intoned.

"Professor Snape?" Harry mumbled, "You saved me … you saved me again …" He found the energy to raise his head and saw that Professors McGonagall and Flitwick were also in the room. Quirrell lay still, Voldemort side down on the floor, his face a series of blisters and charred flesh.

"Professor Snape?" Harry whimpered, "I think I'm going to be sick." Snape set him down on the ground in a flash and Professor McGonagall quickly transfigured a bucket for him to barf into. She rubbed Harry's back and held him to her chest once he was done, and Flitwick cast a mint-tooth charm for him.

"Mister Potter," Professor McGonagall began, "- "

"My scar doesn't hurt anymore." Harry interrupted turning to Snape, "Does that mean he's dead?"

"No," came a slightly shaky version of Snape's usual snarl. "He has simply left Quirrell's body. Quirrell, however …"

"You mean – Quirrell's – I -" Harry was becoming hysterical.

"You didn't kill him, Potter," Snape said impatiently, "Voldemort's departure from his mind was likely just too much for his body."

"Is Ron okay? And Draco?"

"Professor Sprout is taking Mister Weasley to the hospital wing as we speak," Professor McGonagall took over again, "He will be fine. And Mister Malfoy …"

"Mister Malfoy," Professor Flitwick giggled, "is dancing a jig in the other chamber. He too will be taken to the hospital wing, where he will be given a sober-up potion and a hangover remedy."

Harry woke early the next morning nestled in crisp white linen, two beds down from Neville and between Ron and Draco in the hospital wing.

"Are you awake?" Draco whispered from his left.

"Yeah," Harry yawned, "What's happened to Neville?"

"Oh," Draco smirked, "He played the flute till he passed out so he spent the night in here."

Harry nodded and soon began to blush. "Draco?" he giggled nervously, "About yesterday … I'm – um – sorry about … well, you know."

"Uh -" Draco stammered with a blush.

"It's just - I kind of thought I was going to die or something – and I couldn't very well die without having ever kissed a boy before, right?"

"Uh -"

"And you were right there – I would have kissed whoever was there – well I wouldn't have kissed Vincent or Gregory. Probably not Neville either even though he is a dear. I might have kissed Ron – ooh – I definitely would have kissed either Fred or George – actually I would have kissed both of them. And Oliver – if Oliver was there I would have kissed him. Heck I may even have kissed Hermione!"

"Harry," Draco stopped Harry's ramblings, "don't worry about it."

"Really?" Harry squealed quietly.

"Yeah. It's okay," Draco paused. "But … if you thought you were going to die – then why did you go in there?"

"Because we had to stop him," Harry explained. "If Voldemort was brought back to life – the whole world would be in danger. We couldn't let that happen, you know that."

"I … I don't think I would have gone through the flames," Draco blushed.

"I don't know about that, Draco," Harry grinned, "I mean, you weren't likely to be number one on Bonnet Head's hit list were you? But you still made it all the way to the sixth chamber – and you nearly died in there you know, you're lucky you drank the wine instead of the poison."

Draco blushed again, "It's your fault for kissing me like that – you ruined my concentration." The boys giggled before a confused look came over Draco's face, "Bonnet head?"

"Oh honey, you saw him – don't you think it was just like Quirrell was wearing -"

"A lady's bonnet!" Draco grinned then gritted he's teeth, "My father would kill me if he heard me say that!"

The two giggled again but Harry soon reddened a second time.

"I really am sorry about the kiss Draco – I know I probably shouldn't have done that."

"I said it was okay."

"Still … I promise it won't happen again."

"Uh – oh … Okay."

"I think I'm going to sneak out before Madam Pomfrey comes in to check on us." Harry climbed out of bed and padded across the room to give Ron and Neville hugs while they slept.

"Are you sure you're alright?"

"Uh-huh." Harry nodded and tiptoed to the door. "I'll see you after the game – don't forget to take your hangover remedy!" he giggled and tiptoed out the door.

"He kissed me! He kissed me!" Harry jumped up and down after he emerged from the changing rooms. There were still students standing out on the Quidditch pitch discussing the game. He found Hermione and the two made their way to Hagrid's to meet their friends for a post game tea before joining the Gryffindors for the celebration.

"He kissed your forehead, Harry," Hermione smirked in a very Draco like fashion, "That doesn't count."

Harry gasped, "I bet Oliver has never kissed anything other than a Quidditch ball and a broomstick – so it does so count!"

"Vincent and Greggory are going to be inside – so I wouldn't mention it there if I were you."

Harry nodded and knocked on the door. In one fell swoop Hagrid opened the door, scooped Harry up and just managed to avoid crushing the small boy to death. He finally set Harry down at the table where the full group of Gryffindors and Slytherins sat waiting.

"Ron!" Harry exclaimed jumping up to hug his friend.

"Pomfrey kept me in the hospital wing until after the game," Ron moaned, "she thought it would be too much excitement for me."

"Oh who gives a poop about the game!" Harry squealed, "I'm just glad you're alright." He presented Ron with the game winning, Quidditch cup sealing Snitch and settled back into his seat. For once, no one wanted to talk about Quidditch and all words turned to the events of the day before. The story began at the beginning since Neville only knew a bit of the tale and Crabbe and Goyle didn't know anything.

"I ran to Hagrid's and told him that you all had gone after the Stone," Hermione continued the tale breathlessly, "He found Professor Snape and ordered him to gather the other Professors who were protecting the Stone. I swear, Professor Snape was more scared of Hagrid then of the idea of You Know Who coming back!"

"We found Neville outside the corridor," Hagrid ruffled Neville's hair, "If he hadn't kept playin', poor Fluffy would 'ave died in there. The other Professors went through the trapdoor – I couldn't fit, so I took care of Neville an' Fluffy instead. The Professors cancelled their protections ter get ter yeh, Little Dainty, an' reached yeh jus' in time." Hagrid turned to Ron. "Professor Sprout took yeh up ter the hospital wing when they found yeh, gave them the scare o' their lives, yeh did."

The bits and pieces of their story that found their way into the castle were met with disbelief, though once the drastic changes to the house point count were made, no one could dispute that something enormous had occurred and the odd pairing of Gryffindor and Slytherin first years were at the heart of it.

"Dumbledore gave me points 'For the best played game of chess Hogwarts has seen in many years.'" Ron grinned.

"'For rescuing a dying animal even at the risk of my own peril.'" Neville grinned and blushed.

"'For pure nerve and outstanding courage.'" Harry added.

"Mine were 'For standing alongside my friends and putting others before myself,' Draco blushed as well. "Dumbledore said he was really proud of the decisions I've made this year." The others shared a grin as Draco's blush deepened.

"You should have got points too, Hermione," Ron complained.

"Nah," Hermione shook her head, "I'm lucky I didn't lose points for levitating Professor Quirrell's turban – he was a Professor at the time you know … I can't believe he's really dead."

The others nodded, subdued.

"I still don't know what to tell my Father," Draco said quietly. "He's definitely going to hear about this."

"Crabbe and Goyle know not to mention You Know Who to their parents," Ron said, "As long as you don't either, he'll never hear about that part."

"I meant - "

"He meant me, Ron," Hermione explained, "But I think it's pretty obvious, Draco."

All eyes turned to Hermione.

"Tell him what Professor Dumbledore said -"

"My father can't stand Dumbledore -"

"Sure but he'll love the idea that you're in good with him, that Dumbledore trusts you."

Draco sat silently for a moment before breaking into a trademark smirk, "That could work."

The year end feast was a night to remember for all. Since Draco, Crabbe and Goyle had endured the odd looks from the Gryffindors while attending their Quidditch cup celebration, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Neville had agreed to shock the school by sitting at the Slytherin table during the feast. The Slytherins were surprisingly hospitable, likely as they had just edged Gryffindor out of the house cup.

Their exam results arrived and to everyone's surprise, they all came through with good marks. Even Crabbe and Goyle passed every class with just shy of decent grades – both of whom thanked Hermione awkwardly and profusely for her study help. Hermione, however received the shock of her life.

"You beat me," she said, astonished, as she glanced over Harry's results. "You beat me in potions."

"Don't worry, Hermione," Harry consoled, "You still came in top of our year." Harry too found himself near the top of the list as well.

And just like that, the year was done. Harry spent the last moments before the summer began, in Hagrid's hut chatting with Hagrid and playing with Fang.

"Yeh'll be alrigh' with them muggles, Little Dainty?" Hagrid asked again.

"I'll be fine, Hagrid."

"Well …" Hagrid grinned, "I've got yeh a present." He presented Harry with a handsome leather-covered book. Harry opened it and saw that it was full of wizard photographs. "Those're yer parents, Harry – with their ol' school friends an' such."

Harry teared up and looked at the couple featured in each picture closely.

"I really do have her eyes!" he exclaimed.

"And yer Da's vision." Hagrid chuckled tearfully as well and the two made their way out of the hut so Hagrid could lead the students down to the fleet of boats that sailed across the lake.

Once aboard the Hogwarts Express the group of Gryffindors and Slytherins sat snacking and laughing, watching the scenery go by and reviewing the do's and don'ts regarding what the Slytherins would tell their parents about the events of the year.

"And you guys have to remember not to write about anything important if you owl us." Draco repeated.

"You don't really think your father would read your post, do you?" Hermione asked.

"I don't think so but it's better not to take the chance."

It took quite some time for them all to get off the platform and into King's Cross station, Ron and Harry made sure that they were the last of their group to cross through.

"Take good care of Twinkle," Harry poked his finger through Twinkle's cage to pet her goodbye. "Make sure Fred and George don't turn her polka dotted or anything, it's so last season."

"Are you sure you know what you're doing?" Ron asked again. "Just spend the summer with me – we'll figure out a way to explain it to my parents."

"Stop worrying, Ron," Harry grinned. "I will come to your house on the first of August, you know I can't spend longer than that with you without raising suspicion. I'll be fine in the meantime, I promise."

"But you can't go back to your Uncle's house – what are you going to do? Where are you going to go?"
Harry grinned, "Harry Potter is going to camp!"

The end

** The amount of points Professor Snape takes after the potions fight has changed to allow for Slytherin winning the house cup.

Not mine

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/8569846/1/

It had been five years since I woke up in the body of a babe. Five years of being taught how to be noble. Five years of being in the world of Harry Potter. When I originally woke up those five years ago I was accosted with a headache of unimaginable magnitude causing me to cry out in pain. Afterwards I would know what caused this but at the time I tried to cuss the pain away. Obviously being in the body of a babe did not help, as well, my voice box wasn't fully developed yet. At the time I was so confused, I could not move my limbs nor head, could not talk only scream, could not see the world only blurs, could not hear anything other than loud mumbles almost like talking yet still intelligible. Even to this day I do not know the cause of me changing body with a babe. I barely know of my past life, just that I had one.

*Flashback*
A young man perhaps 16-18 was walking down the road, his hair was a light chestnut brown with seemingly natural blond highlights it was in a messy style which gave the impression of barely ever meeting a brush, his eyes a crystal blue which seemed dull as if nothing ever happened behind them, his height that of a full grown man, the only indication against being one was that he had yet to grow proper facial hair, this young man's name was Alexander Arthos, he had once been a boy full of life, he was declared being a genius by his teachers and family, being able to pick up most things within minutes and that which took longer took no less than a week to get the basics of, truly people thought he had it great, so did he.... 

Until his father started drinking, the apparent cause was his job getting under loads of fire for being inhumane, only a few weeks after the drinking came the beatings, he was not the only one to get them his younger sister also got them, his mother however never did anything to stop these beatings, she too began to drink, she too began to beat, it was only a few months afterwards that the 'accident' happened, his father broke his little sisters spine paralysing her, he didn't know what happened at the time and believed the story his parents told everybody about his little sister falling down the stairs. For the next few months his parents beat neither him or his sister, during these months was his 13th birthday, for a present they all went to a place that he had meant to visit for years but he never got around to it, they took him to Harry Potter Studios, whilst there he got the robes of his Pottermore house, surprisingly Slytherin, many people might think "He's a genius he's a Ravenclaw" but in his mind Ravenclaw's always had the options never the solution and whilst Slytherin might not always chose the right solution they would still choose. Wisdom will beat intelligence any day of the week. He was so ecstatic that day that you might think he never had any wrong done to him if you saw him.

Reality however can we quite deceiving. As the next week the beatings continued. They got worse and worse. Almost every other month he would get admitted to the hospital for another broken or fractured bone. Teachers and other people who knew the boy knew something was amiss but with no evidence they could do nothing for the boy. Years passed he had become so despondent to the world he had no idea until people shouted in his face about but apparently his sister killed herself. After that and other evidence came to light the boy was put into child protective services whilst his mother and father were sent to jail.

However he still had his scars physical and mental, he after that day barely talked, he got more and more reclusive and in the short periods where people would see him, he'd act mechanical. Now sixteen the boy chose to 'run away' truth is the people around him were annoying him, he just wanted silence, he wanted peace, he no longer wanted people to look at him with pity or with jealousy, he no longer wanted to see those eyes, he wanted to be nothing in there eyes, just a passing shadow, he wanted to be nothing, to be nowhere, to hear nothing, to see nothing, to smell nothing. He wanted to die, he just didn't know it yet. He carried on after running away, he worked part time. Until one day the young man was walking down a street, his hair blowing in the wind, the scars on his arms visible in the dark light. The young man seemingly disappeared into the dark, it was where he was at one of his most comfortable after all; Darkness is the absence of light, and with light comes sight, and he detests all the senses he feels. 

He started crossing the road he started looking left and he winced, 'light' was his only thought until everything turned dark, it all turned silent, it all turned scentless, he could no longer feel. He was fine with this new revelation. In fact for the first time in a long while he was happy. Happy that all the pain had gone. The stench of the world which reminded him of his past. The happiness others felt yet he could not. The sights of life yet all he yearned for was death. Then he heard something. "Welcome to your reincarnation program Mr. Alexander!" It was a big booming voice, it annoyed him yet he chose to ignore it, he couldn't care less about whatever reincarnation this guy was talking about so he just left it in silence. Approximately ten minutes later he heard the same line again and again it annoyed him yet he didn't respond. This repeated itself around ten more times before the guy shouted in the same booming voice with just a pinch of indignation "I know you're there so just talk already!" This made Alexander sigh in fustration.
"JUST SHUT UP ALREADY!" He replied back to the booming voice
"So you finally talk, guess you're just missing something in the head" The Booming voice said in complete seriousness.
Alexander couldn't help but reply with "I just want to stay here so why would I want to become 'reincarnated?" In all truthfulness he had a vague idea of what the guy was offering and if he hadn't just found this place he might've accepted before.
"If you get reincarnated you can make your own version of this where I wouldn't be able to interrupt" The booming voice said in reply
Alexander thought this over for a while and whilst he still didn't really want to he also realised the guy wouldn't stop unless he accepted, "Fine I accept" 
"Good now time for your perks!" The booming voice exclaimed cheerfully.

Suddenly a blue screen appeared in front of him with different options with two options had already been selected for him one which said gamer, the other said partial past memories both only taking up 1 point each he now only had 8 points left whilst looking through the list he saw multiple which caught his fancy, such as different body abilities such as Herculean strength and the like. In the end he asked the booming voice about only three of them. "What does Reality Breaker, Godly Inheritance and 2 for 1 skill pack mean?" Godly Inheritance costing 3, Reality Breaker costing 2 and 2 for 1 skill pack costing 1 all of which is why he was hesitant getting them.

"Well in Order, reality breaker is a type of magic which can only be used with the right blood, oh yeah I forgot to mention but your gonna be reincarnated into Harry Potter as Draco's Cousin no matter what, Godly Inheritance is similar to perk called demi-god in which you gain some power over a gods domain and increased physiology due to being half god int he case of demigod but for Godly Inheritance it is due to the god giving a portion or all of there power to reside in you, either one you choose the god that they refer to will be random, and for 2 for 1 skill pack means that in then next menu where you pick characters from fiction to gain abilities, skill and experience from you will get 2 for the price of one but they must be in the same series and under the SSS+ Rank in Power ratings, all in all I would suggest them to you as they do go together quite well and as you'd only have 3 points remaining if you didn't pick 2 for 1 You'd at best only be able to buy one character from an SSS+ rank fiction Or two or more from lower than SSS+ rank though if you do pick 2 for 1 you can get two 2 point rank characters." After the booming voice was done explaining he locked in his options and went to the next menu in which he found all SSS+ and over rank fictions being locked out, multiple different fictions caught his eye, notable ones are Naruto, Highschool DxD and the Fate franchise, he was surprised as when he heard he was reincarnating into Harry Potter that Fictions only meant books and the like and when he saw some of his favourite anime on the list it boggled him. In the end he chose The Fate Franchise as theres some really strong servants he could pick. 

So locking in his option he chose Fate. However when he got to the next screen he was upset and annoyed. Originally he had planned to go for Lancer from the fourth holy grail war and Archer from the fifth. So now he had to decide between fourth or fifth holy grail war. After a long time of deliberation he chose the fifth and the reason was pretty simple, he was going to decide to use lancer and archer from the fifth war, originally he wanted to with lancer from the fourth because he remembered him wielding a spear capable to piercing through magic, but in the end his decision came to close due to two reasons. 1, he did not know if the spear could pierce through the magic in the Harry Potter universe or not, 2, He remembered Lancer from the fifth holy grail war could get summoned as almost all the classes which gave him very good diversity and he also had the heaven attribute on top of that he had been a demigod and if remembered correctly the demigod of quite the powerful god both of which could possibly synergize together with Divine Inheritance. Another reason was because Archer from the fifth holy grail war's main ability is very similar to the archer from the fourth but I'd prefer the fifth's because the collection can always grow and I did not know either if the gate of babylon would be full or empty. After making his decision the world grew black once more.

*End of Flashback*

A/N: I'm back haha! And yes this is something which I will hopefully continue to update, if you wish to know why Im updating! It's simple I found good inspiration which comes in the form of; 'Reincarnation: Draco Malfoy', 'A Grindelwald's tale' and 'Moon and Shadow' All of which are good HP SI/OC Fanfics with proper Slytherins as there lead, Oh yeah and also some piano versions of all the openings from Jojo's bizzare Adventure! Toodles!!

Reality Breaking, A Once thought destroyed art, Alexander Malfoy, A Boy with a confusing past and family history, a voice in his head, and a screen with 'stats' that only he can see.

Crossovers Possible, Fanfic inspired and a lazy ass author who owns nothing other than his OC, what could go wrong?

*** Hogwarts, Present

The news of Lockhart's cowardly escape spread through the castle like wildfire, girls who were previously besotted with the blonde defence professor were now shooting betrayed expressions at him.
Harry's plan would work flawlessly with the population of Hogwarts already willing to believe that Lockhart was now the bane of all existence.

*** Hogwarts Library, later

Harry was in the traditions section of the library, searching where one would find histories on the oldest pureblood families.
Harry opened one of the biggest tomes in the section titled, "Ye Olde Families" and searched under the letter P, surprised at the number of families under the list that had died out.
Pewter
Pelven
Provit
Peverell
Prewett
Potter
…
POTTER!
Harry flicked through the pages excitedly, finally coming to the substantial section on the Potters.
"The Potters are one of the oldest Pureblood families, tracing their bloodline in England all the way back to the Pre-Merlin eras. In recent times, the family has come under more liberal leadership, starting with 17thcentury rebel Pureblood Thomas Potter who used the significant weight of the family to pass the first of many muggle-rights laws and amendments passed by the Potter family in the most recent centuries. The Potter was, at one point, the richest family in magical Britain but in recent years their fortune has dwindled, losing millions of galleons in the wars against Dark Lord Grindelwald and Dark Lord Voldemort, under the leadership of Charles and later James Potter. However, the family still retains a large amount of their wealth, including their mansion, hailed to be the grandest building in Europe in the 18th Century, the peak of the Potters."
He had a mansion?
Harry's mind went reeling.
He knew the Potters were a pureblood family, but he expected that he would know if he owned a mansion.
British laws did not allow use of the family vault until one became of age, but the mansion was traditionally handed to the oldest family member as soon as the previous family member died, so Harry would technically have owned the place, and it's house-elves since he was one year old.
He would have to write a letter to Gringotts, Dumbledore as his magical guardian should technically have told him about the mansion when he joined the wizarding world at 11 years of age, but McGonagall mentioned that Dumbledore didn't want him to know all about his family yet.
Harry assumed that this was because Dumbledore didn't want him getting drunk on his power and buying into the pureblood nonsense, and while Harry still believed that Dumbledore has stuck his nose where it didn't belong once again, he grudgingly agreed that Dumbledore's reasons were probably for his good.

*** Next day, Gringotts

Dear Teller Griphook,
May your enemies blood taste the ground,
It has come to my attention that the Potter family has a mansion and that by standard british law, I am now in possession of it. Since all Potter holdings are managed by Gringotts, I was wondering whether I could get the location and the list of wards on the Potter manor,
May the gold of your enemies fill your vaults,
Your customer, Heir Potter.
Griphook read the letter approvingly, not only was the Potter heir courteous, he was also intelligent.

*** Next morning, Hogwarts

Harry opened the letter addressed to him, hoping for an answer.
To ,
The Potter manor is protected by a Tutela Fidelius, a variation on the fidelius charm which is anchored to the house itself, the knowledge can only be transferred to those whose names are written in the ward book.
The Potter Manor is located at itself.
May your enemies' gold fill your vaults,
Senior Teller Griphook.
A wave of old memories of a grand house flooded into Harry's head, memories of a grand renaissance style house returning to his head.
Within a moment, Harry knew what his next plan was.
He had to get to Potter manor.

*** Lockhart's class

Lockhart was putting more bravado into his latest class than he had before, trying to make up for his lost reputation, he didn't seem to blame it on Harry, which was perfect for Harry's plan.
"Sir, a lot of students want to learn how to duel… do you think you could handle a duelling club, maybe that will let people know that you truly know your stuff." Harry suggested innocently.
Lockhart seemed to brighten at an idea to regain his reputation.
"Great idea, Harry! I think that a duelling club would be a great idea."
"And sir, maybe after the first class, we could hold a duelling competition, separated by grade level of course, and the winner would challenge you."
Lockhart looked like he couldn't keep up with Harry's train of thought so Harry elaborated.
"Like the first through third years duel and the fourth-fifth years duel and the sixth and seventh years duel, then the three winners can challenge you to see how they stack up against real talent, of course, that would be you, sir." Harry said, making sure that there was no way for Lockhart to back out of the competition without seeming weak.
"Of-Course." Lockhart stuttered out, "We can hold the first meeting tomorrow!" he said, smiling weakly.

*** Next evening, Hogwarts

The Possessed student walked down the hall to the first floor girls bathroom.
Down the chute went the student.
The basilisk was waiting as instructed.
The serpentine voice of Voldemort spoke in parseltongue.
~Today, we shall hunt!~
*** End of Chapter.

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

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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

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