Summary:
Harry was only 15 years old and already the strongest Wizard alive. He had defeated Voldemort, killed Snape for killing Dumbledore, and was smashing every female willing to. But that was all in his world, now he's in a world where at 14, he failed and Voldemort is more powerful than ever. He already did it before, but what about a repeat performance. Rated M for reasonsHarry Potter, M, English, chapters: 25, words: 117k+, favs: 1k+, follows: 1k+, updated: Jul 23, 2023 published: Jan 25, 2021, [Harry P., Fleur D.] Hermione G., Narcissa M.
Chapter 1
A/N: Here I am eating this terrible tasting kale salad watching Goblet of Fire, the movie at the graveyard scene and I was like what if Voldy managed to just kill Harry right there. I looked for some fics where that happened and apparently there is a some old abandoned ones where Harry is too weak to fight Voldy so they summon a new Harry to fight him. It was super interesting and I wanted to take my own shot at doing so.
"Accio!" Harry yelled, pointing his wand at the Triwizard Cup.
It flew into the air and soared toward him. Harry was prepared to catch it by the handle when he heard Voldemort's scream of fury at the same moment that he saw the cup fly towards him. Harry with one hand stretched out, the other firmly grasping Cedric had no defense against the angry dark silver curse that connected with his neck that made everything go black.
"Harry Potter is dead" snickered Voldemort "We are back and the world is for our taking"
Summoning the severed head of Harry, Voldemort carved "The Dark Lord Returns" into the forehead before placing the head onto the cup and watching both teleport away.
1 Week Later: Order of the Phoenix Headquarters
Dumbledore had been busy, the world needed him to step up and fight Tom Riddle Jr once again, but he knew that he could not. Not because he was losing a step or not able to go blow to blow with Tom, no there was a matter of that pesky prophecy hanging in the balance.
Tom could only be defeated by the Child of Prophecy, except he had already killed this world's Harry Potter.
But what about other 'Harry Potter's? Magic was an unusual thing that often produced results based off of intentions rather than need.
Well right now, the intention was to meet the need, the need being a Harry Potter to oppose Lord Voldemort.
Which brings us to the current Order meeting, Dumbledore had already completed drawing up a ritual that would bring about their desires.
"I've called this meeting today to let you know that I have found a solution to Voldemort" said Dumbledore as he ignored the flinches.
"You're going to fight him yourself" mocked a very drunk Sirius from the back of the room.
Everyone ignored him, he had just lost the most important person in his life and was understandingly very deep in grief.
"No, I have a ritual that we can use to summon a warrior that is capable of defeating Voldemort" said Dumbledore, hiding the fact that it was guaranteed to be another Harry Potter.
Molly frowned "Is it right to pull someone else into our war"
"We can always return them to their home when they are done here" lied Dumbledore, he was sure they could do it.
How? Oh he had no idea, but he had time to figure that out while this new Harry took the war to Voldemort.
"So how does this work? This isn't blood magic is it?" asked generic Order member #7
"There is a slight sacrifice, I had to use an priceless artifact as an anchor for the ritual to work." said Dumbledore as he pulled Harry's invisible cloak out of the inner pocket of his robes.
"The Cloak of Invisibility?" asked Remus
"Yes, it is one of a kind and invaluable in terms of gold and actual use. Something like this is the only thing that we could use short of another human" answered Dumbledore.
As Dumbledore unfolded the cloak, everyone was able to see the runes that he had written all over the silvery piece of fabric.
The cloak was also cut in a manner that would let it stretch from one end of the table to the other.
Everyone but Sirius had a hand on it, 27 people in total.
"Ok, the ritual is simple, we must all just think about summoning a person who can defeat Voldemort" said Dumbledore, the round of flinches ignored.
Everyone nodded and then Dumbledore started the ritual with a flare of magic, the runes written on the cloak glowing with power as Dumbledore activated them. The many members of the Order felt a soft tug on their magic, the large amount of people making it easier on them as individuals.
The drain picked up and several members were dealing with the uncomfortable feeling of their magic being drained at a rate they weren't sure they could handle for much longer.
Dumbledore noticed this and started powering more of his own magic to lessen the toll on the group, there was a bright flash before the drain ended.
The cloak was burnt to a crisp, ruined by the large amount of magic channeled through it.
Dumbledore looked around, his final push of magic had drained him almost to empty. Where was the sign of their savior? Surely they had preformed the ritual correctly.
"You fucked up again Bumbledore" slurred Sirius as he stood up and walked over to the table "And ya ruined James and Harry's cloak"
Sirius snatched the cloak off the table, but the moment his hand it it, the cloak glowed a bright silver, the burnt runes shining again.
All of the light in the room was sucked up by the cloak, leaving them in pure darkness besides the glowing fabric. The world around them started to shake and it felt like the building would collapse around them.
Sirius yelped as the cloak burned hot and suddenly there was bright flash that filled the room, blinding everyone.
BOOM!
It sounded like a went off in the meeting room as the world continued to shake and then in a blast of pitch black smoke, there was a young man that many people in the room were familiar with.
The messy raven locks, the signature lightning bolt like scar on the forehead, the wiry thin body. The only difference between this Harry and the one that they were familiar with was that this Harry was a couple years older ... oh and completely naked.
The newcomer's eyes flickered opened and he groaned, sitting up rubbing his head, his green eyes glowing even in the light that had returned to normal for the room.
"Oooow, my fucking head man" groaned the new Harry, his voice being a bit deeper than they expected "Where am I?"
"You are in the Order of the Phoenix headquarters, Harry my boy" said Dumbledore.
Harry snapped his head towards Dumbledore and quickly rolled away, kicking the feet out from Sirius without looking at him and pulled Sirius' wand out of his sleeve before pointing said wand at Dumbledore.
Dumbledore motioned for everyone else to shut up and let him and him alone talk to this new Harry.
"Who are you?" asked Harry
"You don't know who I am" asked Dumbledore "I'm Professor Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts"
"Yeah and you died like 3 weeks ago, so maybe try again" hissed Harry, wand still trained on Dumbledore.
"I died?" muttered Dumbledore "Voldemort must be more powerful than I imagined"
"Voldemort" repeated Harry "Why are you bringing up the dead?"
"Voldemort is gone in your world?" asked Dumbledore
"I killed him back at the end of my fifth year, he tried to duel in my ministry and I blasted him back through a veil that sucked up his soul" answered Harry before he asked "My world?"
Dumbledore looked flushed "Yes, your world seeing as you aren't from here. We summoned you here to take care of our world's Voldemort"
Harry frowned before a smirk graced his face "Ah I get it, this is a joke. George, I give it up to you, the beard is spot on. Fred, wherever you are, bravo on the costumes."
"I swear on my magic, that everything I have told Harry James Potter, to be truthful" said Dumbledore, his magic glowing to confirm the truth. A flick of his wand and a cup floated up off the table.
"Ok, so you summoned me here to do defeat someone I already did in my world?" asked Harry
"Yes, you've already done it before, why not do it again?" asked Dumbledore.
"I don't know, maybe because its bloody difficult. Why would I want to do it again? For people I don't even know?" questioned Harry, not willing to believe that anyone would really do some bullshit like what this Dumbledore was telling him.
"I'm sure that a lot of the same people are in this world as your own world." said Dumbledore.
"But they're not the people that I know." stated Harry as he looked around, wagging his eyebrows at Tonks, making her blush and her hair turn bright red.
"So, where is my counterpart? Is he getting his dick sucked or something? Too busy to pick up a wand to fight this snake faced bastard" asked Harry
"The Harry Potter of this world is dead" said Dumbledore with a somber tone
Harry blinked and said "What is going on in this world? What did you teach him? You had me more than prepared to fight Voldemort by the time he came back"
Dumbledore's face went flush with embarrassment "Harry was quite the average student"
Harry frowned "Average? What was he never able to defeat you in one of the training sessions between the two of you Dumbledore?"
"I never trained this world's Harry" mumbled Dumbledore.
"I must have misheard you, your Harry is dead, because you never bothered to train him for a threat you knew about from the beginning" deadpanned Harry
"That would be correct" answered Dumbledore
"Ok, so let's say I agree to off your Voldy, you guys send me back home or do I have to stay here?" asked Harry
"We have a ritual to send you back but you can stay here if you want" said Dumbledore
"Ok, so what year is your Harry going into?" asked Harry
"Fifth year"
"Merlin's saggy balls, what the shite Dumbledore" cursed Harry "So, am I supposed to just like take his place or something?"
"That would be the best course of action" replied Dumbledore
"Ok, I will do it on two conditions; The first is that I get all of the gold and assets that the original Harry Potter had, I was rich and I imagine this kid was rich with you managing his account Dumbledore." said Harry
"If you are going to assume his place in our world even for the time being, I see nothing wrong with that request" said Dumbledore
"Glad you agree because the second request involves you, you're not allowed to lie to me" said Harry with a fake smile on his face.
Dumbledore paled slightly "Harry, I would never lie to you"
"Yeah yeah yeah, cut the whole 'Grandfather who is holier than thou', I already know all about you Greater Good" said Harry
Dumbledore shrugged and said "You can't blame an old man for trying, so you will take the place of our Harry, assume his wealth and I shall not lie to you. Anything else?"
"Yeah, imma need that in writing" said Harry, absolutely sure that Dumbledore would lie to him immediately the first chance he got.
As Dumbledore left to go get the legal paper to make their agreement binding, Harry relaxed for a moment, but the Order immediately ruined that by pointing at him.
"What's wrong?" asked Harry as several of them covered their eyes.
"You're naked" said Tonk
"Yeah, this is how I sleep" said Harry as he stretched, showing his body off to the rest of the room.
"So, how was Harry in this world?" asked Harry as he flicked Sirius's wand and his body was covered in plain black robes.
"Well he was the sweetest thing, almost like another one of my sons. I'm sure you had a similar relationship to me in your world." said Molly
"Um no" replied Harry "I couldn't stand you"
Molly looked like she had been slapping in the face "But why not?"
"It had to do with the first time that I met you" said Harry
Harry was pushing his cart, somewhat just following this rather large family. So, when they came to a stop, Harry was forced to as well. It was rather lucky for Harry, that he stopped just near enough to hear what they were saying.
"Now, what's the platform number?" asked the boys' mother, something that Harry found weird. If you clearly had at least 3 children in the school, why wouldn't you know the platform number?
"Something about that seemed weird to me, like you went to Hogwarts, why didn't you know the platform. It seemed like a set up, so I never liked you after that." answered Harry honestly
"But I'm sure that you were still friends with my son Ron, right?" asked Molly
"Eh, he also bad first impression" said Harry
The door of the compartment slid open and the youngest red- headed boy came in.
"Anyone sitting there?" he asked, pointing at the seat opposite Harry. "Everywhere else is full."
Harry felt his heart burst in disappointment, his long and quiet trip was possibly about to be ruined. However, he did have some manners, so Harry shook his head and the boy sat down. He glanced at Harry and then looked quickly out of the window, pretending he hadn't looked. Harry saw he still had a black mark on his nose.
"My name is Ron, nice to meet you" said the newly named Ron
'I will not be remembering that' thought Harry, unconcerned with red haired boy in front of him.
"My name is Harry, I have a bit of a headache, so I think I'm going to nod off" lied Harry, unwilling to have an actual conversation with an actual person.
"Hey, Ron."
The twins were back.
"Listen, we're going down the middle of the train. Our friend, Lee Jordan has got a giant tarantula down there."
"Right," mumbled Ron.
"At least we warned you, can't have you fainting on the way to school" said the other twin, "did we introduce ourselves?" this question was addressed to Harry, who was actually getting the headache that he lied about.
"No, I do not believe that we have been introduced, my name is Harry" said Harry, hoping to get this conversation over with.
"Fred and George Weasley. And this is Ron, our brother. See you later, then." Said the twins in union, something that annoyed Harry, listening to something once was enough. There was no need for an echo.
"Bye," said Harry and Ron. The twins slid the compartment door shut behind them.
"You said your name is Harry, does this mean that your Harry Potter?" Ron blurted out.
"Do you know me?" asked Harry, confused as to why this ginger boy who he had never met would know his name.
"Everyone knows who you are. You're Harry bloody Potter, the Boy Who Lived." Exclaimed Ron
"Oh yeah, I guess everyone would know about that" muttered Harry
"And have you really got — you know . . ." said Ron.
He pointed at Harry's forehead.
"Excuse me?" asked Harry
"I am just trying to see where You-Know-Who cast his spell"
"Yes, I can see that" said Harry while still denying the Red Head to opportunity to see his scar hidden under his bangs, "but I can't remember it."
"Nothing?" said Ron eagerly.
"Well I remember a lot of green light, but nothing else." Mumbled Harry
"That's it," said Ron clearly disappointed by the lack of details. He sat and stared at Harry for a few moments, then, as though he had suddenly realized what he was doing, he looked quickly out of the window again.
" I think that I am going to take that nap now" said Harry, ready to get away from the Red head in front of him.
"Ron was really rude, so we didn't make good friends. He was a decent roommate once I learned the silencing charm and charmed his bed every night to prevent his snoring from ruining the nights" said Harry
"What about the other friend? Hermione Granger is her name?" said Tonks
Harry couldn't prevent the goofy grin that hit his face, one that made Sirius chuckled as he recognized that one from his days hanging out with James.
"Shit Harry, we shouldn't be doing this" moans Hermione
"Shhh!" replied Harry as he continued to drive himself into her from behind, her perky ass rippling with every clash of their skin.
"OH MY GOD" screamed Hermione as Harry started jack hammering into her
Harry let the goofy smile drop from his face and said "I know Hermione, you could say that we were close."
Harry looked at the man on the ground and said "Sirius? You're alive"
"Only in the physical" muttered Sirius before Harry flicked his wand and Sirius was now sober, cleaned, groomed, and wearing an identical set of plain black robes as Harry.
"Woah" said Sirius feeling a bit light headed
"That was rather powerful and advanced magic" commented Shacklebolt
"You don't defeat the most powerful wizard in the world if you can't perform simple things like that." replied Harry before he conjured himself a comfy chair and sunk into it.
"You know who isn't the most powerful wizard in the world" said Molly
"Who said I was talking about him, I've defeated Dumbledore in plenty of one on one matches" said Harry.
"That's quite the claim, how can someone so young become so powerful" asked Mad-Eye Moody, his gruff voice speaking for the first time, clearly worried about this new Harry.
"Classic Mad-Eye, always worried." chuckled Harry "But you are right to be, for I am a powerful elemental"
Harry had expected gasps, but instead all he got was blank stares from the many orders members.
"What is that?" asked Tonks
Harry frowned "No wonder this world's version of me wasn't more powerful"
Opening his right hand and pointing the palm up, Harry's magic flared as a small little tornado appeared in his hand.
This did draw some gasps as they realized that this Harry was very much different.
"Yeah I don't think anyone in our world can do this" commented Tonks as she watched the spinning wind leave Harry's hand and float around the room before it expanded and exploded into a light breeze.
"So can you control other elements?" asked Arthur
"No, I am a wind elemental, back in my world, Dumbledore was a powerful fire elemental, Moldy Voldy could control ice. Not everyone is a elemental though, Dumbledore always thought you had to be a mage level wizard to be one" answered Harry
"Mage level? That's quite the claim boy" said Mad-Eye
"When your life is always in danger, you either grow or die" said Harry dismissively
"Can I have my wand back?" asked Sirius
Harry nodded and flipped the wand back to his godfather's counterpart.
"I'll probably need to get a new wand, can't exactly kill Voldemort with my bare hands." joked Harry before his eyes took on a dark look "I could probably rip all the air out of his lungs if I really wanted too"
Sirius chuckled nervously and said "I have our Harry's wand" before he ran out the room, returning a couple minutes later, in his hand a familiar wand.
"Is that an 11 inch Holly Phoenix feather wand?" asked Harry
"Yeah, did you have something similar back in your world" asked Sirius as he handed the wand over to the new Harry.
"I had the same wand, it was key to me being able to defeat Voldemort. With this wand, none of his spells were able to land a killing blow on me" said Harry as he grasped the wand, a warm feeling spread through his body as the wand accepted him.
"So, what is the first plan of action for us" asked Shacklebolt
"The first thing we need to do, is piss Voldemort off. The angrier that he grows, the more mistakes that he will make, the more of his followers that he will kill." said Harry
"Your plan is to piss off the most dangerous wizard on the island?" asked Mad-Eye
"First of all, I'm sitting right here. Second, yes the plan is get Voldemort out into the open. Once the public knows that he is back, we wouldn't have to work in hiding." said Harry
"The world already knows that he's back." said Remus
Harry blinked "What year is this?"
"1995" answered Sirius
"At the end of my fourth year, I won the TriWizard Tournament, I battled Voldy in the graveyard, our bout ended in a draw and I grabbed the cup and portkeyed back to Hogwarts" listed off Harry as he tried to figure out where things went wrong.
"It kind of went like that, but our Harry wasn't able to escape the graveyard, he was beheaded and had something carved into his forehead to let the world know that he was back" said Remus
Harry frowned and for the first time, he was concerned about his new job of killing Voldemort. It had been easier in his world, the dark wizard had been hiding in the shadows, unwilling to take center stage.
But apparently he had already done that, he wanted it to be known that he was alive and well. That was not the Voldemort that he had battled, this version of Voldemort was like this world's version of himself, different to be kind.
There was a creaking of the floorboards from the front door and Harry glanced towards the entrance to the kitchen where the meeting was being held.
"Who else besides Dumbledore is missing?" asked Harry, his wand trained towards the door.
The order members chattered, trying to think of who could be missing. But Harry got his answer when a man dressed in thick black robes walked through the door. He had a long hooked nose, greasy shoulder length hair, eyes that burned with hatred.
Harry's face twisted into one of pure rage, his already glowing eyes shone brighter.
"Severus Snape" hissed Harry, his words quieting the room.
As Harry looked at the one time Hogwarts professor from his timeline, he couldn't think back to what he knew about the man, his last memories of him.
Harry watched as the memory version of Lily and Snape were walking across the castle courtyard, evidently arguing. Harry hurried to catch up with them, to listen in. As he reached them, he realised how much taller they both were: a few years seemed to have passed since their Sorting.
'... thought we were supposed to be friends?' Snape was saying. 'Best friends?'
'We are, Sev, but I don't like some of the people you're hanging around with! I'm sorry, but I detest Avery and Mulciber! Mulciber! What do you see in him, Sev? He's creepy! D'you know what he tried to do to Mary Macdonald the other day?'
Lily had reached a pillar and leaned against it, looking up into the thin, sallow face. 'That was nothing,' said Snape. 'It was a laugh, that's all –'
The sick bastard had compared testing out dark magic on school children to pranking someone's hair a different color.
The scene changed ... 'I'm sorry.'
'I'm not interested.' 'I'm sorry!'
'Save your breath.'
It was night-time. Lily, who was wearing a dressing gown, stood with her arms folded in front of the portrait of the Fat Lady, at the entrance to Gryffindor Tower.
'I only came out because Mary told me you were threatening to sleep here.'
'I was. I would have done. I never meant to call you Mudblood, it just –'
'Slipped out?' There was no pity in Lily's voice. 'It's too late. I've made excuses for you for years. None of my friends can understand why I even talk to you. You and your precious little Death Eater friends – you see, you don't even deny it! You don't even deny that's what you're all aiming to be! You can't wait to join You-Know-Who, can you?'
He opened his mouth, but closed it without speaking.
'I can't pretend any more. You've chosen your way, I've chosen mine.'
'No – listen, I didn't mean –'
'– to call me Mudblood? But you call everyone of my birth Mudblood, Severus. Why should I be any different?'
Harry watched his mom dismiss the obvious fake apology from Snape and realized that Snape never cared about him. No, it was always about his mother, Snape lusted after his mother so much, that it was never about getting justice for her, it was about getting his revenge on Voldemort for taking her away from this world.
The final memory of Snape's came into view:
'Don't kill me!'
'That was not my intention.'
Any sound of Dumbledore Apparating had been drowned by the sound of the wind in the branches. He stood before Snape with his robes whipping around him, and his face was illuminated from below in the light cast by his wand.
'Well, Severus? What message does Lord Voldemort have for me?'
'No – no message – I'm here on my own account!'
Snape was wringing his hands: he looked a little mad, with his straggling, black hair flying around him.
'I – I come with a warning – no, a request – please –'
Dumbledore flicked his wand. Though leaves and branches still flew through the night air around them, silence fell on the spot where he and Snape faced each other.
'What request could a Death Eater make of me?'
'The the prophecy ... the prediction ... Trelawney ...'
'Ah, yes,' said Dumbledore. 'How much did you relay to Lord Voldemort?'
Harry's face paled upon hearing that, it couldn't be. Snape had always looked out for him during his time at Hogwarts. Snape was a double agent, a guy who did what needed to be done.
'Everything – everything I heard!' said Snape. 'That is why – it is for that reason – he thinks it means Lily Evans!'
'The prophecy did not refer to a woman,' said Dumbledore. 'It spoke of a boy born at the end of July –'
'You know what I mean! He thinks it means her son, he is going to hunt her down – kill them all –'
'If she means so much to you,' said Dumbledore, 'surely Lord Voldemort will spare her? Could you not ask for mercy for the mother, in exchange for the son?'
'I have – I have asked him –'
That was all Harry needed to see, needed to hear to pull himself out of the memory. Snape had delivered the prophecy to Voldemort and placed a target on his parents back.
Harry shook his head, freeing himself of the tainted memories and pointed his wand at the potions master.
"Potter, put that wand down before you hurt yourself, you arrogant brat" spat Snape before Harry snarled and he was lifted off the ground.
"You shut you fucking mouth right now" growled Harry, his voice growing deeper as his magic poured out of his body in waves, his anger growing.
Snape wiggled his body, the lack of control in the situation making him uneasy. He grasped at his throat as Harry's magic latched on there and lifted him from there, applying an inhuman amount of pressure to the professor's neck.
"Tell me, in this world. Did you deliver the part of the prophecy that you overheard to Voldemort as well?" asked Harry, wind picking up in the room despite the lack of a source for it.
Snape let out a choked up cough as Harry's magic grip on his throat, unable to breath or answer.
"I don't think it wise to kill Severus at this moment" said the reappearing Dumbledore as he pulled out the Elder Wand and severed the wave of magic killing Snape.
Harry grumbled as he slowly calmed down, his eyes still trained on the potions master who had been released and was currently on his hands and knees gasping for air.
"You know you said the same thing in my world Dumbledore" said Harry
"You have to give someone a second chance, no matter what they did in the past. I like to think that no matter what world I am in, I would still have that mindset" said Dumbledore.
"It was a good mindset, until this two faced sack of shit murdered you in cold blood in front of the entire school after he let Voldemort into the school" said Harry
Dumbledore frowned, his face looking unreadable as he took in the new information.
"How old are you Harry?" asked the old headmaster
"I'm 15, I just finished my fifth year of school" answered Harry
"Not too much older than the Harry of this world" commented Dumbledore
"My birthday was in a couple weeks, I turn 16 in less than a month" countered Harry
"I hope you don't mind redoing your fifth year ago then?" asked Dumbledore as he started writing up their agreement on the magical contract paper used for legal agreements.
Harry shrugged and said "All that means is that my OWLs are going to be amazing"
As Dumbledore finished his part of the agreement, Harry reviewed it. It was pretty cut and dry, He would slid into the life of this world's Harry Potter, fulfilling the prophecy. In return, he would get all the money that Harry Potter should have and Dumbledore was not allowed to lie about any war efforts or Voldemort related activities. It was simple for him to sign his name to as well,
Glancing at Snape, Harry said "Keep this man away from me or no healer alive will be able to fix what I do to him"
Dumbledore nodded, taking the contract back and handing Harry a key as Sirius led Harry to a room that he could crash in.
Looking around the room, Dumbledore couldn't help but feel a bit joyful about the situation.
"I do believe that Mr. Potter is going to be more than up for the task, don't you think" Dumbledore asked the room as he pulled out a wrapped up lemon drop before popping the sugary sour candy into his mouth.
"I like him" said Mad-Eye
"Excellent" said Dumbledore as he felt that this plan could work.
Chapter 2
Being Harry Potter was hard work, and thus Harry loved himself some quality sleep whenever he could get it. Saving the world required a full 8 hours, he didn't care what anyone said. So, when he was awaken by the hushed chatter at the foot of his bed. Rolling over, Harry opened his eyes slowly taking in the pair of red haired siblings and Hermione.
Rubbing his eyes, Harry sat up and said "Why are we making so much noise this early in the morning?"
Hermione cleared her throat and said "It's 2 in the afternoon"
Harry groaned and flopped back onto the bed.
"Would have thought you'd be happy to see us mate" commented Ron
Ginny didn't say anything, which was a first for Harry as she never stopped talking in his world.
"Why would I be happy to see anyone of you besides Hermione?" asked Harry as he looked up at the ceiling.
"Because we're best mates" answered Ron confused as to why Harry didn't seem like himself
"Best mate? You're not Neville Longbottom" said Harry
Ron's face turned a bright red and he sputtered out "What type of imposer are you?"
"Imposer? I'm just realistic, I didn't want a friend whose first instinct was to look for my scar." replied Harry
Hermione and Ginny were unable to stop Ron from coming around to the other side of the bed and raising his arm like he was going to hit Harry.
Harry blew out a breath and Ron was suddenly floating in the air and was carried to the doorway, where he was dropped on his rear.
"I'm not the Harry Potter that you grew up with, I was summoned from my world to deal with Voldemort here. I am not here to be friends with rude red heads" said Harry calmly, his casual display of his elemental powers making the trio of Hogwarts students speechless.
Harry rolled out the bed, he opened his hand and his wand came flying into his hand in a gust of wind. A flick of the wand later and the bed was made for him.
"Now if you excuse me, I have to get some new clothes. Harry is rich beyond your imaginations but for some reason refused to buy new clothes" said Harry as he walked out the room.
Ginny looked at Hermione and Ron "Was it me or did he just walk past us naked"
A blushing Hermione nodded and said "Yeah he did"
Harry walked downstairs, plain black robes appearing on his body as he walked into the kitchen, a small piece of mail addressed to him on the table.
Walking up to it, Harry recognized it as the handwriting of Dumbledore and opened it immediately.
Inside was a rather short letter in the headmaster's loopy handwriting:
I am just keeping up with first of the two promises, here is the vault key that you need.
Harry was happy with the short letter, the vault key was inside the letter stuck to the piece of paper.
Grinning as he pulled it off the paper, Harry slipped the key into his pocket and called out "Kreacher"
With a soft pop, the old droopy elf appeared in a pop, shocked to be forced to appear with Harry's call.
"Yes, young blood traitor master" croaked Kreacher
"Remove the phrase "blood traitor" from your vocabulary, I don't want to hear it again" hissed Harry
Kreacher shuttered as the Black family magic forced him to listen to Harry, despite his desire to ignore the command,
"Yes, young master" whimpered Kreacher
"Good, now I would like some breakfast. Do not spit in it or alter it in anyway. Eggs, Bacon, buttered toast." commanded Harry as he sat down at the table.
Kreacher immediately got to work and Harry summoned the newspaper from the other side of the table.
"Who in the world can stop You-Know-Who" by Rita Skeeter
Harry scoffed, the very answer to that question was him, he had already done it before. A flare of magic and the newspaper went up in flames.
That was the scene that Tonks walked into, her hair in her normal spiky pink, her face looking like a normal member of the Black family even if she was trying to hide it with the hair.
"Wotcher Harry" said Tonks as she took a seat at the table across from him. The table sat 6 people and wasn't magically expanded like it had been done yesterday, leaving Harry and Tonks closer together.
"Ah, the lovely "Don't say my first name" Tonks" said Harry with a dramatic bowing of his head.
Tonks laughed "I take it that you knew me in your world"
Harry smirked brightly "Something like that"
"Harry, I thought this was a training session" questioned Tonks as she laid on her stomach, her shirt having disappeared as quickly as her will to resist the silver tongued Harry.
"This is a training session, I need to make sure that my massages are up to par" said Harry, his mocking attempt to be serious making both of them laugh. His hands drifted across her uncovered back, each downward trip resulted in his hands dipping lower and lower.
His hands gripped her butt, the firm and perky mounds of flesh being gripped tightly.
"Oooh, this is bad" moaned Tonks as Harry's hands vibrated from the use of magic to create a tiny tornado in his palms "You're bad Harry"
Harry leaned down, kissing her shoulder blade, then her shoulder, and finally her neck. Licking his way up to her ear, he whispered "And you love it baby"
Tonks blushed as she listened to her history with Harry in his world. She couldn't stop from her hair from turning a bright red that matched her face.
"We didn't have that kind of relationship in this world, I visited him once at the end of his first year and my seventh in the hospital" muttered Tonks
"Yeah that basilisk did a number on me as well" mentioned Harry
"Wait what? You fought a basilisk at the end of first year?" asked Tonks
"Yeah, it was being controlled by Quirrell, well the face of Voldemort hanging off the back of his head." answered Harry
"That's insane, our Harry just had to stop the Quirrell from getting the philosopher's stone" said Tonks as she imagined trying to defeat a dark lord while battling a basilisk.
"That would have been much easier, but I think watching me stab a basilisk with a sword then use it to stab Voldemort through the face with it made Dumbledore realize that I needed some level of training, because the threats that were after me were just too much for a normal kid to deal with" replied Harry
"So what happened in your second year?" asked Tonks
"Voldemort came back to life, he used some kind of stupid ass diary to come back to life. He attempted to storm the school but Dumbledore went out to meet him and single handily drove him and all of his followers out of the country, they ended up in Germany and didn't come back to bother us until the end of my fourth year where he managed to hijack the TriWizard tournament." answered Harry
"Our Harry fought the basilisk in his second year, but in the third year, there was a break out at Azkaban, they stationed Dementors all over Hogwarts and Harry banished all 100 of them with a single Patronus charm." said Tonks as she mentally build a timeline for each world.
"My Third Year was spent training, learning about Tom Riddle, learning new powerful spells. It was a wonder that I managed to ever develop a social life." commented Harry as he remembered the long hours he spent preparing.
"Then the only year that is the same is both of your fourth years." stated Tonks
"Something like that, did you guys have international Quidditch teams for each school? Was there a dueling tournament? Did Draco get turned into a ferret?" asked Harry
"Only the ferret thing happened in our world" answered Tonks, causing Harry to pout.
Kreacher placed a plate in of eggs,bacon, and buttered toast in front of both of them before popping away.
Harry stacked the eggs and bacon onto the toast and dug in with gusto. Tonks was confused at how such a powerful young man was easily consumed with a simple breakfast sandwich.
Harry burped as he finished before standing up and saying "You have to come with me to Diagon Alley because I already know Dumbledore would never allow me to simply wonder around by myself"
Tonks was a bit taken back with the lack of respect for the ancient headmaster but ignored it, nodding in agreement that she would accompany him to the shopping center.
They floo'd there and Harry told Tonks that she should hang back as we went into the bank, something she agreed to seeing as how she didn't want to deal with the less than polite goblins.
Greeting the bored goblin guard with a nodding of the head, Harry entered the wizarding bank with a purpose.
Standing in line, Harry waited as he slowly made his way to the front before he was directed towards a teller.
"Key and Wand for verification" came the tired toned voice of the goblin teller
Handing over his key and wand, Harry was surprised to see the teller straighten up before putting some energy in their voice "Hello, Mr. Potter. What can I help you with today?"
"Well I was hoping to make a withdrawal if possible" answered Harry
"Of course, Mr. Potter is that all? Would you like a copy of your statement and how much would you like to withdraw?" asked the teller as he slid Harry back his wand and key.
"I was thinking around 1000 galleons" said Harry after a moment of thinking
"One second Mr. Potter, I will be right back with your Galleons and your bank statement"said the goblin teller before he disappeared from view leaving Harry to his thoughts.
Back in his world, he had a tendency to spend money like he would never run out of it. To be fair, it would have been really hard for him to spend all that money, but he sure did try to.
"Ah here you go Mr. Potter, this is your money pouch, try not to lose it, it cost 10 Galleons to replace. It is currently charmed to carry 1000 galleons like you asked for. You can upgrade the pouch to pull directly from your account for another 5 galleons at any time that you wish. And here is your statement, is there anything else that I can do for you?" finished the teller passing Harry a small brown money bag and a plain folder.
Harry had no problem pulling money out of Gringotts, the goblins didn't give a shit who got what, as long as the key vault was there, seeing as he was Harry Potter with Harry Potter's wand and key, there wasn't an issue.
"Um, maybe give me one second to see how much money that I left over. I haven't really had a chance to go over my finances" said Harry before he asked the teller "Is that something that you can help me with?"
"Absolutely, we pride ourselves on being the best service for our customers" replied the goblin with a smile that revealed sharp teeth, the smile not looking natural on the tiny person's face.
Opening the folder, Harry nearly choked on the number that he saw.
"Um is this number a mistake?" asked Harry referencing the document inside the folder.
"No sir, that number is up to date as the moment I had it created, I can go get another one if you want" offered the teller.
"Um, no if you say this correct, than this is correct. Can I ask how this number got to be so high" asked Harry
"I believe you would have to ask an account manager, we have another don't have any goblin ones available right now, but we do have a human associate who should be able to help you break down that number and how it got to be that number" said the teller before disappearing again
This time Harry was much more alert and hear the teller hissing at another worker, "I don't care if this isn't what you were hired for, there is a very important client out there who needs to be serviced and you will do it or you are fired"
Harry blinked as the teller came back and pointed him to the conference room 6 down the hall on his left.
Walking into the room, Harry was prepared to apologize for forcing them into this position, but he was surprised to see how he who was inside this conference room. Almost as surprised as he was when he had seen that number on the paper in the folder.
Surprise crossed the face of the person in the room when they looked up and saw Harry there as well.
"What are you doing here?" they both asked at the same time
"Um, I needed money" answered Harry at the same time they answered "I work here"
"You work here Fleur?" asked Harry as he and her both calmed down.
"Yeah, but who cares about that. Last time anyone saw you, you were literally dead" stammered Fleur, her accent slipping into her words as she struggled to understand how Harry Potter was standing before her.
"As if death could stop me from seeking out such a beauty as yourself" said Harry flirting with the french beauty and then without thinking added "Your english is much better now"
It was a mistake, the last time he had seen her was a simple goodbye conversation at the end of the TriWizard tournament, but that was back in his world over a year ago.
Fleur blushed at his words before growing angry "I don't come here to work on my English, I came here to learn how to be a curse breaker but then "Super cool and talented curse breaker" Bill Weasley left me behind because I would be a distraction. But yet here you are, literally rising back form the dead to compliment me when the whole reason that I'm here can't even be bother to hang around"
"I am please, especially if the person needing to be pleased is a stunning young woman such as yourself." said Harry, his nearly 16 body, voice, and flirting much more pleasing for Fleur to receive the compliment from.
"You're just saying that, you sound like all of the customers who come into here to flirt with me" said Fleur as she tried to dismiss the way that Harry was making her feel
"That sucks, so what do you doing here now if not your actual job?" asked Harry as he finally took a seat across from the french beauty, using the customer line to learn more about the beautiful french woman.
"I mostly disarm cursed objects brought to the bank, it's similar enough but on a much smaller scale than someone who planned to make this industry their main source of living. 11 Sickles per disenchantment. This is embarrassing, that wasn't even enough to pay rent this past month. I had to pull from my savings, in another two months, I will have to either ask my parents for money, give up and go back to home to France, or get a serious break with my work." ranted Fleur, her pride evident from the tone of her voice.
Harry wasn't surprised, she seemed to be really prideful when they had met back his world and this version of her didn't seem that different from the version back in his home world. However looking at the beautiful french girl across the table from him say that she might return across the pond made his stomach twist. Her silvery blonde hair was down in a ponytail today, showcasing her gorgeous face. Her crystal blue eyes are magnetic and pulled you in. Her perfectly clear skinned face was second to none that Harry had ever seen. Her plump lips covered in cherry red lipstick made Harry shift in his seat as he had darker thoughts about what those lips could be used for, and it wasn't kissing.
"Well, maybe I can help you out with that. I overheard the teller telling you that I was super important or something, maybe I can leave you a good review and tip." suggested Harry trying to play it cool. Wanting her to know that he would help her, but not come on to strong. Although he did have a hailmary of a sorts given what he knew was about to come in this upcoming school year.
"Harry, that is very sweet of you to offer but I'm pretty sure that he said you're important because of how famous you are." replied Fleur not knowing how much money that this teenager had before she realized that she still needed to do her job and continued on to asked
"What brings you here past pulling out some money" asked Fleur slipping back into a business mode
"I was just hoping to go over some numbers from this document in my folder, hopefully get a solid breakdown on what is going on here" said Harry as he reopened his own money
Fleur nodded and opened her much more detailed version of the Harry Potter account and her eyes widen, her jaw dropped and her previous comment slamming back into her prideful face.
"19,254,578 Galleons and 11 Sickles, what the fuck" whispered Fleur*1.
"Yeah, I was wondering the same" said Harry before finishing with "I was wondering if I could get a break down on how that number got that big."
Fleur nodded and quickly went about the process of scanning and reading through the documents. It quickly became clear to her that Albus Dumbledore was one of the best decision makers with money that she had ever seen.
"Okay the break down in pretty simple, Dumbledore hasn't allowed anyone in the past 13 and a half years to get away with using your name. The "Harry Potter and Friends" children book series book, figurines, and clothing apparel has given you 50 percent of profits since 1982. That is about 12 million galleons. You also own part of the local ice cream shop, The Leaky Cauldron used a promotion based on the room you used 2 summers ago, that netted you around 175,000 Galleon. Your parents left you 986,000 galleons. Your account has been piling on interest ever since. Your trust fund account has a base of 100,000 Galleons which tops itself over again and again every year on January 1st and on September 1st." explained Fleur
"So basically Dumbledore has managed my money wisely, setting me up for the future. Got it" said Harry overwhelmed with how simple it was made to be.
"The old man really know what he is going" muttered Fleur before she spoke louder asking "Is there anything else that I can do for you Mr. Potter?"
"Actually there is, I was wondering if you would like a different job. One that has free housing as a perk" said Harry, drawing the attention of the witch.
"I'm listening" said Fleur
"I am going to start a dueling club slash defense club this upcoming year, I am going to need a sparring partner. I know that you're the brightest of your age group, I feel that you would be an interesting person to bounce ideas off of" said Harry
"I don't know, that isn't really why I'm out here" complained Fleur
"Yeah you're out here for a man who isn't here, for a job that you aren't doing and about to be leaving the country anyway. Why not make a change in careers" asked Harry rhetorically before he got up and left saying "I'll send you an owl" over his shoulder.
As Harry left the bank, he had to thank the departed Harry for being so conservative with his spending, he had more money than he ever had.
Seeing Tonks again, Harry let a small smile grace his face. She waved animatedly at him and he just shook his head in good nature.
They went shop to shop, making sure to grab clothing first. Harry spent nearly 200 galleons on his new wardrobe, making sure that he had quality clothing of every kind. He also treated Tonks to a pair of boots that she literally had heart eyes for.
They continued to shrink their purchases, the clothes, the books, the school supplies like ink and quills, when the sky outside suddenly darkened.
Harry's wand was in his hand in a blink of an eye and he stepped in front of the pink haired Auror.
In puffy pillars of black smoke that came down from the sky, a trio of death eaters appeared in the middle of the alley.
The trio of death eaters started throwing around curse after curse, their wands unleashing arcs of destruction, the civilians in the alley running away in terror.
Harry stepped forward and a single banishing spell sent all three of them flying off their feet.
"Who dares" snarled the lead death eater, her voice being clearly female.
A sick smile spread across Harry's face, "Oi Bellatrix, where is your lord old Moldy snake face" taunted the world hopper.
Bellatrix pulled her silver mask off and tilted her head, "Ickle Potter? You should be dead"
"You think your master is the only one who knows how to escape the grip of death?" taunted Harry
Bellatrix growled and sent a quick Crucio! at him.
Harry flicked his wand and a single pebble jumped in front of the spell and Harry banished the dust from the ground into her eyes and up into the air preventing anyone from seeing. Another pebble flew through the air and smashed into her forehead.
"You're such a coward Potter" snarled Bellatrix as she unleashed a strong gust of wind to blow all the dust out of the air.
Harry was still standing where he had been, his eyes glowing with power that reminded her of her master.
One of her death eaters lackeys sent a cutting curse at Harry, his only response was to smirk as the spell closed in on his body only to bend around his body and sling shot back to where it came from.
Harry grinned as the death eaters couldn't understand what had just happened and the lackey was hit by his own spell on the leg, the spell slicing into the thick meat of his thigh.
"Luci in one mask, Bella in another, who is in the third one? Did you grab one out of the mental ward" taunted Harry
"You filthy half blood, you need to watch your mouth" snarled Bellatrix
"Oh this would simply be too perfect" said Harry "Don't tell me that is Tom under that mask"
"Tom? What are you going on about?" questioned Lucius
"Don't worry about it Lu lu, ask you master who Tom Riddle is" said Harry before he unleashed a barrage of school yard charms and curses.
Bellatrix was unable to keep from smiling as she was hit with a happy charm, Lucius wobbled in place as he was hit with a jelly leg jinx.
Harry chuckled as he toyed with the two 'elite' death eaters before blasting them away with an overpowered banishing charm.
Turning his attention to the third death eater who had thrown up a shield and tried to simply outlast the barrage by Harry.
"Accio" said Harry and the third minion was ripped off their feet as if someone had pulled them forward by their torso.
They stopped in front of Harry and he couldn't quite put a feel to this person, they didn't feel like any of the people that he had encountered in the past.
"I don't know you" said Harry, curious as to who the person behind the mask was.
A flick of his wand later and he was met with the beautiful face of Narcissa Malfoy.
Harry looked at the blonde attractive woman and then over her shoulder at her sister and husband.
He stunned Narcissa, conjuring ropes to entangle her before he floated her towards Tonks.
"We're taking her with us" he said to Tonks, leaving no room for discussion with the pink haired auror.
Tonks used her wand to caught the bond Malfoy and Harry turned his attention back to the two challengers before him. They had finally recovered, the main issues with witches and wizards was their lack of ability to handle physical pain.
"Now to take out the trash" said Harry as he raised his wand as he grew serious for the first time.
Avis
A swarm of birds exploded out of the end of his wand, the sharp beaked birds raced towards the duo of death eaters.
Harry followed that up with an overpowered incendio, slamming the wall of flames between the two of them, forcing them to separate sides of the street.
Knowing that Bellatrix was more dangerous, Harry raised his left hand and unleashed a blast of wind that sen Bellatrix flying out of sight, he was sure that she apparated away as he could no longer feel the bitterness of her magic in the area.
Focusing on Lucius, Harry's eyes glowed a deep green as he allowed his magic to pour out of his body.
The wind in the area picked up and a tornado wrapped itself around Lucius, his wand ripped from his grasp.
Stuck in the tight hold from the wind, Lucius could do nothing but look at Harry as he was brought closer to the powerful teenager.
"Oh Luci, you're in deep trouble" joked Harry as he looked Lucius in the eye "The real question is what to do with you"
"I think it would be best to let me do, I can make your life miserable brat" hissed Lucius, although it lacked the venom of a man with any real power.
"Let you go? But where would you go? I mean, how can you return to your manor that is taken over by your worthless master knowing that I've run off with your wife" taunted Harry
"You will do no such thing, if you so much as lay a finger -" start Lucius before Harry silenced him by holding up a finger.
"Shhhh! You need to worry a bit more about yourself and less about her. She's going to be alive tomorrow, I can't tell you if you can say the same. I'm still deciding to be honest" interrupted Harry.
"So what? You hold me here until the aurors arrive and I get whisked off to Azkaban. My master will have me freed within the week" questioned Lucius as he continued on to say "You can drop the act, we all know you aren't going to kill me. You're Dumbledore's man through and through"
Harry tilted his head in a manner that made Lucius shiver as he was reminded of his master.
"Do I look like Dumbledore to you?" asked Harry, his voice growing cold.
Lucius shook his head no, Harry looked over his shoulder as aurors as well as news reporters popped into the alley down the street.
"Do you play chess Lucius?" asked Harry suddenly
"Um yes" said Lucius taken back by the random question.
"Then you understand that when provided with the opportunity to take down your opponent's knight, that you do so" said Harry
Lucius nodded, uncertain where the conversation would take them.
"For what it's worth, I promise to take care of your wife" whispered Harry before with a flick of his wand, he banished Lucius' body while summoning his head.
The result was a spray of blood as the body was sent bouncing down the street as Harry held Lucius' head in his left hand.
"Oops" said Harry in a mocking tone as he knew that the reporters and their camera men were capturing the imagine of Lucius' head in his hand.
Handing the head to a shocked auror, Harry walked back over to Tonks and Narcissa and apparated back to the hideout.
Harry and Tonks popped back into the entrance hallway of the hideout, just as Dumbledore had started ushering in people for a Order meeting.
"Ah, Harry and Nymphadora, right on time. And who is this? Young Ms. Black nee Malfoy?" asked Dumbledore upon seeing the stunned Narcissa.
"Yeah, I have something to share with the group" said Harry, acting like a child who had something to tell the rest of the class.
"Come in then" said Dumbledore before he let the three of them, two walking and one floating, into the room.
The entire order minus Snape was there.
Molly gushed and said "Harry, thank goodness that you're okay. We heard about the attack on Diagon Alley."
"I wouldn't worry about that, I was never in danger" stated Harry
"Because Tonks went with you" asked Shacklebolt
Harry snorted and asked "Tonks did you even do anything besides watch me toy with them?"
"I don't think I could have done anything to make that fight more one side" answered Tonks honestly.
The order was taken back, Tonks was seen as one of their better fighters with only Mad-Eye, Shacklebolt, and Dumbledore himself, for sure better than her,
"As you guys can see, I am in perfect health, Tonks here is in perfect health. And I even keep one of them alive and captured them as a prisoner." said Harry gesturing to Narcissa
"Most impressive Harry" praised Dumbledore as he took over the burden of keeping Narcissa afloat.
"Yeah Bellatrix isn't as strong as I remember, Lucius was a joke and Narcissa here has no fighting experience if her will to fight is any sigh of it." said Harry
Remus gasped "You took on two of Voldemort's inner circle"
"I defeated both of them" corrected Harry
"Ah, so Bellatrix and Lucius were taken by the auror to Azkaban?" asked Dumbledore
"Yeah about that" said Harry as he resisted the urge to scratch the back of his head "Bellatrix escaped after I sent her flying away and as for Lucius, it's a bit here and there"
"What does that mean?" questioned Mad-Eye
"His head was over here and his body was over there" explained Harry darkly
"You killed him?" asked a shocked Dumbledore
"Yeah, he was going on about how he was going to be freed from Azkaban in a week and was going to murder my friends and such. So I banished his body and summoned his head." answered Harry
"How could you do something like that?" asked Molly in horror
"Well I have a lot of magic and can control it really well, it's a matter of actually stacking the two ... oh you didn't want an actual explanation" said Harry
The room was quiet and Harry saw them all staring at him.
"You are all judging me, but how many of us have to die before we are okay killing them. I just took down 3 death eaters by myself, in public. The world will know that Harry Potter is back and that he can save them." said Harry
Nobody said anything and Harry felt annoyed at their lack of understanding, how could they say they were trying to win a war without bloodshed. As the moment settled in on him, Harry felt a bit tired and decided to blow off the rest of the meeting.
"Well, imma go take a nap." said Harry before he left the room, climbing upstairs to Sirius' brother room.
Upon entering the room, Harry saw Hedwig sitting on the window still.
"How ya doing girl?" Harry asked the owl
The pretty snow owl shook as she fluffed up her feathers as Harry pet her around the head lovingly.
His own owl had died at the hands of Draco trying to intercept his mail back in his world, so it was great to see her again in this one.
Summoning a pen and some paper, Harry quickly wrote something down and then wrote a delivery address on the folded up parchment's flat surface.
"Do you think you can deliver this by the end of the day girl?" Harry asked Hedwig
She hooted in displeasure at his challenge and held out her leg. Harry quickly tied the letter and summoned bacon from the kitchen to give to her.
With a peck to his index finger, she was off. Harry removed the numerous shrunken bags from his pockets, making them normal sized again. Harry yawned and dropped onto the bed and proceeded to actually get some sleep, vanishing his clothes right before sleep took him.
He was awaken the next day by a knock on the door. He peeked his eyes opened and a flick of the wand, the door opened to reveal Dumbledore standing there.
"Wassup Professor" greeted Harry as he yawned, his naked body hidden under the blanket.
"I would like for you to explain this" said Dumbledore holding up a newspaper
"I feel like you mean what's in the paper rather than the fact that, that is a newspaper" said Harry
To lazy to transfigure or conjure clothing, Harry summoned the paper to his hands. The front page had a large picture of him holding Lucius' head with the title: Boy Who Lived Returns From The Dead, Living Up To Name.
"I know nothing about this article professor, name is entirely too long" said Harry as he finished looking at the front page
"Turn to page 4" said Dumbledore, his tone showing that he wasn't in the mood to play with Harry.
The Weekly Facts
Brought to you by Harry James Potter
I, Harry James Potter, am pretty well known throughout the magical wizarding world that we live in as the Boy-Who-Lived. I, Harry Potter, age 14, most recently won the TwiWizard Tournament, a competition that I was forced into by wizards who hoped for my death. How is it that a 14 year old boy is forced into a magical contract meant for 17 year old fully grown wizards? That is an excellent question, one that you would have to ask the Minister who refused to listen to Professor Albus Dumbledore when he brought concerns forward about the Goblet of Fire's protections.
Being what many would call the most powerful man in the world, he was unable to stop another unusual event from occurring at Hogwarts. The past four years were filled with dying teachers who had the spirit of You-Know-Who hanging out of the back of his head. This was followed up by a professor who was unbelievably skilled in memory charms and loved to take credit for people's action, this was also a time where there was a spike in teenage pregnancy within the Hogwarts' halls.
The lone capable teacher is outed for being a werewolf. A quite common issue in the wizarding world, one that people like the Minister has done nothing to help and actively opposes Dumbledore at every turn and step of the way. We put so many faith and trust in the leaders of our world, that we forget that they rarely if do anything for the betterment of the people.
For people who work together, for decades, they have actually put little work into the world. Minister Fudge is in the pockets of Death Eater supports like the Malfoy's and the Notts' families. The Ministry, the supposed champion of the underprivileged, has done nothing to move the rights of werewolves, vampires, veela, or half giants forward.
While Dumbledore had been prevented from doing anything to advance the rights of the less fortunate , Minister Fudge and his office have gone out of their way to make sure that the bigot Pureblood agenda is alive and well. With laws like the "Mutt Work" law, which prohibits the hiring of werewolves into a community without permission from everyone in the workplace. Fudge followed this up with the Purity Law, which makes people have to interview Purebloods first for any job. How is it that the most racist part of our community is alive and thriving, while the majority of the world we live in, is oppressed by less than 10 percent of the population.
Speaking of the Pureblood movement, there is no real understanding of the movement in the last 30 years. The last champion of the rights for the Pureblooded, was You-Know-Who. While the dark lord claimed to have been the descendant of THE Lord Slytherin, he was hiding a fair bit from the public. Yes, Tom Marvolo Riddle was the heir to Slytherin through his mother's family, the incest filled Gaunt family line. But if the famous dark lord mother's was his connection to the legendary Slytherin Line, who was his father. Tom Riddle Jr's father, Tom Riddle Sr, was nothing more than a simple muggle.
Imagine that, the champion of the Purebloods, a half blood. Tom Riddle may have been the most powerful dark wizard in decades, but his blood was a pure as rain water. On top of that, didn't the man bring about the end to over 50 different pureblooded wizarding families in the last war. I say that we don't listen to the words of a lunatic who brings about nothing but death and destruction.
That is all for this week's main headlining article, more topics and their pages listed below. Tune in next week for a breakdown on how the Minister has been taking bribes since he got elected in the new free and 100 percent true, Weekly Oracle;
For more on Fudge's racist laws, that will be covered in pages 6-10
For more on the radical effects of the last war caused by Tom Riddle, that will be covered on pages 21-25.
"This Professor is quality journalism" said Harry with a grin
"As powerful as you are Harry, the political world isn't one that is ruled by might, it's ruled by the brain. I can only help you to a point, you'd do well to remember that Voldemort will not be your only enemy if you continue to poke at certain people" advised Dumbledore
Harry bit his lip but didn't say anything as the professor left.
A/N: Look at that, chapter 2 is in the books. I honestly have a lot of ideas for this story and can see myself making this my main story for the next couple of months.
I'm not going to lie, if any of it looks familiar, it's because I recycle some of my older work. I used the same type of meeting between Fleur and Harry from my old story "Ok and" and even used the same ratio of 90 million pounds that Daniel Radcliffe made from the movies to Galleons again.
I also want to say, Harry will not be getting with Ginny or Luna. This Harry is almost a full 2 years older than them, being from 1 year into the future further than canon Harry.
The main candidates at the moment are Hermione, Fleur, and Tonks. It could be any of them, none of them, or all of them. It could be a different girl that I haven't even thought of yet.
Feel free to let me know who you would prefer. I did give a soft timeline in this chapter for events in the other world, but if you want a more detailed timeline as let me know.