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

Este fanfic no me pertenece solo lo traigo a este sitio 
https://m.fanfiction.net/s/10677106/1/Seventh-Horcrux este es el original
Sinopsis

La presencia de un alma extraña puede tener efectos secundarios inesperados en un niño en crecimiento. Soy Lord Volde... Harry Potter. Soy Harry Potter. Esta es una novela en la que Harry está loco, Hermione es una Dama Oscura en entrenamiento, Ginny es una acosadora y Ron está confundido.

I remember the time when I first was introduced to the Harry Potter series. I had just entered the fourth grade when the first book came out, and by the time I finished high school the seventh book had just been released. I was hooked from the first chapter, and I regret to say I became a bit of a fan-girl. I had even wrote a few fan-fiction, okay I was a popular fan-fiction writer. But anyway one of my dreams was to go to the Harry Potter world. One day I was on the way to the bank to get some money to buy some new Harry Potter merchandise to add to my collection, when I saw a car driving away from the nearby bank and was pursued by police cars. I saw a young couple crossing the street unaware of the danger when the car came speeding towards them. I yelled look out but they were frozen with fear. I decided to try and save them by pushing them out of the way of the car, but then I was in direct line of the car with no time to escape. I braced my self and waited for the impact to come and when it did I went flying and my world turned black. My last sight was the young couple looking toward me in horror. At least they were safe.

The MC dies and reincarnates into the Harry Potter Universe as Harry's twin sister. Both are powerful but have to learn to control their powers. Also is an alternative story line.

(AN: basic understanding of things in the HP universe are necessary to understand the story fully.)

*** 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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A few hours later, after Ricky had been given a full account of the thestrals, hippogryphs, and other things that go bump in the night, Ricky and Hedwig found themselves back in Dumbledore's office.

Ricky sort of regretted that it was back to its put together state, he had liked his version of redecorating. The 'danger' cabinet was nowhere within sight. But he knew that was his Harry sides feeling on the matter.

His Voldemort side however was fuming, he only looked at the office and contempt and fury.

"Mr. Potter, let's repeat shall we," Dumbledore said, eyes twinkling. "You met an odd stranger on the street and realized you might have relatives in our world so you went to London, found a fireplace with floo powder, mispronounced Hogsmeade while coughing and ended up in my office?"

"Yes, Sir," Ricky said, not even batting an eye under combined gazes of the Four Heads of the Houses, which was especially easy because the Slytherin Head of House was nowhere near as frightening as Snape.

"And you know about magic from books, and you have a wand because you found that wand with those books, and you have an owl because she found you?" Dumbledore went on.

"Yes, Sir."

Ricky was careful to not make direct eye contact, which wasn't hard because the other teacher's expressions were more interesting. 

"Well, all is in order then. But I am afraid you must turn in your wand and go back home."

Ricky  who had been watching Fawkes preen himself, nearly snapped his own neck to look back at the Headmaster. 

"You can't do that!"

"I am afraid my dear boy, that you are too old to attend this school and as you have been living with muggles- well by law I cannot allow you to possibly keep a wand and possibly expose us all. The risks are too great."

Ricky had not seen that coming, "That is horse crap, I need my wand."

"You need to return to your own world, to your home-"

"I don't have a home," Harry snapped, "They kicked me out because I was a freak."

"You've performed magic in front of them?"

Ricky glared, "I may not have gone to your fancy pants school, but I know how to read, I know it's normal for children to have spouts of accidental magic. It isn't my fault no one from 'your' world came to get me."

"Be that as it may, you cannot attend here. The scholarship is for first years only. Hogwarts rarely accepts transfer students and-"

"I came here to meet James Potter," Ricky cut him off, "I came here to find my family not to be harassed by some self-centered bearded fool who thinks he is king of the universe."

The twinkle vanished, "You are a threat to the safety of our world and I cannot allow-"

"And what about my safety? My mother was murdered by one of your kind, and if James really is my relative than that means my father was magical too. Which would make me your kind. I am not handing over the only chance I have against the monster who ended my mother's life."

"Muggles kill each other all the time, how do you know it was magic that killed her? You already told us she died when you were merely a year old?"

"Because I remember laughter, someone yelling 'Avada Kedavra,' and green light, and before you say there is no way for me to possibly remember that; I would like to point out that the trauma stays with us no matter the clarity of our memory."

"Fleamont and Euphemia would like to meet him, Albus," McGonagall said finally speaking up. "Even if he were a squib, you know they would want to meet him."

Dumbledore sighed, "Very well, no doubt James Potter will tell them regardless. But you will not be admitted here, Ricky, I want you to understand that. When our book doesn't recognize a possible student it is because they don't have the magic to keep up."

Harry glared, "It's Mr. Potter  to you, I have not given you permission to use my nickname. And considering your attitude earlier I doubt I will ever, and for your information i know my worth. And I bet I could pass your stupid tests."

Merlin knew that both Voldemort and Harry passed them before. Maybe it was the hatred Voldemort had for the man, but he was so angry with Dumbledore right now that he was close to fling a killing curse at him.

The twinkle returned to Dumbledore's blue eyes and practically ignored the jab, "That can be arranged, Mr. Potter."

The professors were pretty on board with testing Harry, in fact, due to all of the proctors for the OWLs being around they had decided to let Harry take all his OWLs (aside from astronomy) in one afternoon.

The Potter's were coming later that night.

Ricky was feeling both annoyed and a little vindictive. He was all too willing to prove Dumbledore wrong and that somehow pleased all the souls in him, so for the test he decided to leave it all to the Voldemort side of him, after all he did get one the highest OWL scores in history.

Accounting for the limited time the tests were more like evaluations. He was given the History of Magic test first with half the number of questions, and he was only given the practicals from the other exams.

The History of Magic exam was easier then Voldemort remembered, he breeze through in record time.

He had no issues in the Herbology practical and even earned a smile from Professor Sprout who was quite pretty in her late twenties when he gave extra care to the roots of a rather delicate mannered plant. 

While the Voldemort part if him looked at the subject with disdain, the Harry had spent his childhood working every summer in Aunt Petunia's garden, and although it wasn't his favorite thing to do, it wasn't something he was bad at.

Charms was downright easy, it had always been both of Harry and Voldemort's stronger subjects. Flitwick was delighted with Ricky's abilities.

The written aspect of Transfiguration was a joke, Voldermort was one smart bastard so he ghosted through that part. And to his shock the practically was even easier than that.

His care of Magical Creatures exam was overseen by Hagrid. The half-giant was unable to keep from saying, "He has a natural talent with the little creatures." 

For that subject his DnD character had a natural affinity for creates and nature overall, so he was completely at ease there.

Bith arithmancy and Runes were a walk in the park, he left both proctors with mouth gaping as he made his way towards the Dungeons for potions.

His potions skills were miles ahead of his age group, both Voldemort and Harry Potter had extensive experience with the subject.

For Harry it was due to the fear of Snape, and for Voldemort it was for the soul purpose of hurting others

And under the watchful eye of Professor Slughorn who was possibly the nicest Slytherin that Harry potter had ever met, he was praised for his work. Though Voldernort only  looked at the man with revulsion.

Defense of the Dark Arts… Dumbledore oversaw as apparently, the DADA had jumped off a cliff for unspecified reasons. He was still at St. Mungos in urgent care.

"Is there anything you learned, seeing as you have never studied at this school that was not covered?" one of the proctors asked.

Thinking about it for a bit, and debating with his innerselves. He came to the conclusion that he could produce the patronus charn.

"I can conjure a Patronus," Ricky replied dryly, barely able to keep the smugness off his face when he saw Dumbledore's eyebrows shoot up in his peripheral vision.

"That is a seventh year spell," The proctor noted.

"Defense always seemed the most interesting subject to me."

"As you have shown us, you did far better than the students in the current fifth year, but then Hogwarts has had a bad run of DADA professors."

Using Harry's memories, Ricky could not help but think about how bad it will get in the future, after all there were Quirrelmort, Lockhart, a Death Eater, or Umbridge.

"Hmmm… anyhow, show us your Patronus," the proctor said motioning with his hand.

Ricky said the magic words and a silver panther trotted around through the air, proud and regal leaving both the proctors and Dumbledore opened mouthed.

Ricky smiled smugly at Dumbledore once again, but quickly started to think, he might have realized how odd it would seem for a mostly self-taught wizard to be that talented but he dismissed it after all he did say mostly, it was they're fault for not asking about the rest.

The instructors and the professors not only agreed, but enthusiastically accepted Ricky into Hogwarts for the following year into his seventh year. He even agreed to take all of his courses at the NEWT level, including Artihmancy, and Runes under both proctors insistence on the importance of both subjects.

He received all outstanding and five outstanding with distinctions, in transfiguration, care of magical creatures, runes, arithmancy, and defense against the dark arts, which once again shocked the staff.

He received official OWL scores in person by madam Marchbanks, which never happen ed before but Ricky didn't mind. Unbeknownst to him, he had earned an outstanding amount of attention from the Headmaster. He would be (re)sorted tonight, something that was of great importance to Albus Dumbledore.

In the great hall later that night

"Ugh," Wormtail moaned, "why aren't we eating? Where is the food?"

"Where are the professors?" Remus asked.
"Here they come," Sirius sang under his breath.

"I can't believe we aren't going to win the house cup this year," James grumped.

"Really?" Lily asked from further down the table, "You? You of people, can't possibly imagine why we aren't going to win? It couldn't possibly have anything to do with you or your 'friends' misconception of the term fun."

James put his elbow on the table, his chin in his palm, and winked at her playfully, "Oh Lily Flower, if you wanted me to show you what fun is, you had only to ask."

She snarled wordlessly at him, before flipping her flaming red hair over one shoulder and turning her back on him to talk with a friend.

Sirius chuckled, "You really can't help being a moron, can you?"

James tightened his lips, "No one asked you, flea bag."

Sirius barked his laughter before pointing at the the figure of Ricky before speaking.

"Hey Jamzie Potter two is here"

"Why is there another Potter?" Lily asked suddenly and turned to glare at James and Sirius. She seemed more worried than anything else even though the boy did not looked too much like james.

James was skinnier and shorter, while this one was taller and more muscular. His hair did not stick out like wild grass, his features were more aristocratic.

He had high cheekbones, blue grey eyes and neatly combed hair.

All the while students throughout the hall were whispering versions of the same.

One girl whispered to her friend at the Gryffindor table, "He is as attractive as our Potter, isn't he? I think he is a lot taller and his hair is darker."

James smiled at having Lily's attention again, "He's my cousin."

"You don't have a cousin," she said sharply.

Sirius jumped in, "The Potters are a pureblood family, Lily Pretty. James has lots of cousins, we all do."

She hmphed, turning up her chin.

"McGonagall has the Sorting Hat," Remus said in a hushed voice as the hall grew quiet.

"Congratulations to all! On this festive day at the end of finals for the fifth and seventh years I am sure we all have much to celebrate and much we must part with as our seventh years move on to their new adventures," Dumbledore announced from his podium. "I am pleased to announce that Ravenclaw has won the house cup!"

The banners in the Great Hall shifted to blue, the Ravenclaw table cheering, the other houses clapping more sedately.

He continued, "But tonight our number is joined, entering the current sixth year class moving into their seventh year is Mr. Richard Henry Potter."

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

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

I don't know why I can't post this as a Fanfic so it has been posted as a novel. This is my first story ever. It was originally posted on FFN but decided to post on here as well.

A soldier dies in battle and wakes up to find out he has been Transmigrated into the body of Harry Potter after the events of The Philosopher's Stone.

Harry Potter is owned by JK Rowling and WB. I only own the OC.

Harry Never had much luck, being sent to his Parent's past was to be expected.

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