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

Harry Potter has been in love with his best friend, Hermione Granger, for quite a long time but managed to hide it. He thought she wouldn't feel the same way for him as she looked to be infatuated with his other best friend, Ron Weasley, but the Horcrux hunt they were currently in said otherwise. Now, the issue was not about Hermione returning his feelings but what to do with the knowledge. Looks like he'll be stuck with two choices: loving Hermione or protecting her.

Reborn as Harry Potter is bad but you know what they say make the best out of the worst this is my journey toward my life of freedom.

When Harry entered the great hall, he stared around the hall and ignored the girl behind him who was trying to show off by telling whoever would listen about the enchanted ceiling. In Harry's opinion the hall didn't look that bad, it could be worse. His eyes glanced at the Ravenclaw table and gave Penelope Clearwater a small smile and a wink, it also had the side effect of making any nearby girls swoon.

'It's just too easy sometimes' Harry shook his head with amusement, his eyes landed on the Hufflepuff table and he saw several girls staring at him. Including Tonks, who was blushing furiously, her hair had unintentionally turned red as well. Harry couldn't hold back a grin, something which made her blush more.

Once Harry stopped along with all the over students, the sorting began. While the students focused on the sorting, Harry focused on the teachers table and the people on them, though if you wanted to be accurate he was focusing on their magical power. He focused on the five strongest in terms of magical strength.

The first was a woman with a few wrinkles on her face and her hair in a tight bun, Minerva McGonagall, transfiguration master along with Deputy head and head of Gryffindor. A powerful witch who easily demands the respect of others. Harry's mother and father were her favourite students and friends.

The next person only barely beat her, this person had black and greasy hair, he knew who this person was instantly. Severus Snape, potions master and teacher, master at occlumency, spy for Voldemort or Dumbledore depending on who you asked and ex-best friend of Lily Potter, Harry's mother. Harry was rather hoping the man tried to mess with him.

'That's the prat that called my mother a 'mudblood'' Harry's eyes darkened for a split second before he managed to regain control.

He then focused on the second strongest, a small man, Professor Flitwick. Half goblin, duelling champion and the favourite teacher of many. Lily Potter was supposed to be doing a mastery under him. His magic was pretty impressive for a man his age and size.

The next person was a man with a purple turban on his head, though Harry sensed there was something more about this person as he had two different magical signatures, one incredibly darker than the other though it felt weak, like it wasn't at it's full potential. Harry allowed his magic to search the person and he got his answers, this could be interesting.

Harry focused on the last person, this persons magic was the biggest and strongest of all the teachers. This was Albus Dumbledore, defeater of Grindelwald, headmaster, chief warlock, supreme mugwump and order of merlin first class. Voldemort's biggest enemy and regarded by many people as the best and strongest wizard alive.

"Harry Potter" A voice brought Harry out of his thoughts, he realised that he was being called up. He walked up to the stage, ignoring the whispers of the rest of the hall.

"That's Harry Potter?"

"The boy-who-lived?"

"I thought he had glasses"

"Oh he's so handsome!"

"I bet he's going to be in Gryffindor"

Harry gave professor McGonagall a small nod, before taking his seat, she gave him a small smile before popping the sorting hat on his head.

'Good evening Mr Potter' The sorting hat spoke in his mind.

'Good evening' Harry mentally responded.

'Now let's see here...my, my...you are difficult. I see your memories, you are quite a dangerous individual if you don't mind me saying so Mr Potter'

'I'll take it as a compliment' Harry smiled.

'Mr Potter, I am loath to put you in any house.' The hat confessed 'If I were to put you in Hufflepuff you'd have a legion of followers quicker than the other houses, you don't have the love of knowledge that Ravenclaws possess and I fear what you would do with the knowledge that you can gain. With Gryffindor you are likely to end up killing or seriously harming most of them.'

'And what about Slytherin?' Harry asked, if the hat thought that Harry would react to his comments in a negative way then he was wrong. Harry was close to laughing at the accurate descriptions that the hat gave.

'Slytherin, Slytherin' The hat sighed 'you could do great in Slytherin, just like any house. Slytherin could help you on the way to greatness. The last boy I met that was like you ended up being know as Voldemort, or you-know-who as most people call him.'

'Don't worry, I'll pick better names when I rise to power' Harry promised.

'Not what I meant' The hat sighed 'Mr Potter, I can't tell anyone about what I read in the mind of a student, though right now I wish I could. All I can do Is sort you to the best of my ability. I think it had better be...'

"SLYTHERIN!" The sorting hat shouted.

The whole hall went silent as Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived, was sorted into Slytherin. The Gryffindor's looked like someone killed their puppy, the Hufflepuff's, looked terrified, the Ravenclaws were curious and the Slytherin's were shocked.

As the sorting hat leaned down, it covered Harry's face, making it hard for people to see his very evil grin. Eventually the hat was removed by Professor McGonagall, she was a bit disappointed that Harry wasn't in her house but she was just glad the boy was in Hogwarts. She was glad that Harry looked quite healthy, the boy had his fathers face and hair and his mother's eyes. She could tell he was going to attract a lot of female attention with those looks, James would be proud.

Harry calmly made his way over to the Slytherin table, he took a seat next to Daphne Greengrass and was now sat opposite Isabella who sat next to Tracy.

"Ladies" Harry smiled at them.

"You're in Slytherin?" Tracy said, not fully over the shock.

"I believe so" Harry nodded as he looked around "unless I've accidently walked over to the Hufflepuff table" he added jokingly.

"So you're Harry Potter?" A blonde boy asked as he looked down his nose at Harry.

"You weren't paying attention to the sorting were you?" Harry shook his head while tutting his teeth.

"I am Malfoy" The boy introduced himself pompously "Draco Malfoy"

"Ah, the brother of the lovely Miss Malfoy" Harry glanced at Isabella who brightened slightly at being called 'lovely'.

"Ah, you've met my sister" Malfoy sniffed "don't worry about her, she's useless until someone decides to marry her. I don't know who would though, I mean besides being a Malfoy she doesn't have anything going for her, though I suppose her name is enough for her to get a decent pureblood" And just like that any happiness that was present vanished as the girl's shoulders slumped and her eyes fought against the tears that threatened to burst through.

"I don't know about that" Harry said in a conversational tone "I imagine a great many people would be interested in your sister, even without the name"

"Ha" Draco snorted "I don't see how anyone would be interested in her"

"I don't know, good looks and an intelligent mind, I don't see what's wrong with her" Harry looked at Draco as he talked but managed to sneak in a wink at Isabella who looked genuinely surprised at the fact that someone, the boy-who-lived of all people, was willing to defend her. Her father never defended her, in fact he initiated half of the talks based solely around insulting her while Draco initiated the other half. Her mother was the only one who didn't insult her, but she couldn't defend her either. Daphne and Tracy were her friends but they couldn't interfere in family matters full time and when they did Draco would just be worse when they weren't around.

Professor McGonagall watched as Harry Potter conversed with the other Slytherin's, it had been a big surprise for her to have the son of James and Lily Potter in Slytherin, there hadn't been a Potter in Slytherin for at least a hundred years. Though McGonagall wasn't too worried, she had met her fair share of students and there were good and bad in all houses, even Slytherin. She couldn't help the small smile that shoved itself on her face as she looked at the boy who reminded her of two of her favourite students.

Professor Flitwick made no effort to hide the smile on his face as he watched the son of his favourite student sit down and converse with the other snakes, the charms mater was of the same opinion as McGonagall when it came to the snakes. He was rather excited to be able to teach Harry Potter, he was hoping that the boy was like his mother, maybe even with a bit of his father in.

Professor Snape scowled as he saw the Potter brat sit at the Slytherin table, there was no way that the son of James Potter was a snake. He hated just looking at the brat, James Potter's face with Lily Potter's eyes, it's like the child was made just to torment him and give him nightmares. Also it rather annoyed Snape that the boy was much better looking than his father, he could just tell that the boy's arrogance would be just as big as his stupid Potter head.

Hopefully his snakes will be able to drive the brat out, and if they can't then he will do it himself. He could already see the stuck-up idiot strutting around the castle like he owned it.

Dumbledore watched with a smile and twinkly eyes that hid the thoughts going on in his head. Firstly he was glad that Harry Potter looked quite healthy and happy, Minerva gave him a lot of grief over his decision to leave Harry with his muggle relatives, but he knew it was for the best and he was glad to see Harry in such good condition. It appears that Petunia was indeed able to get over her hatred for her sister and raise the boy properly. He was glad he was proven right, he did worry quite a lot about what would happen if Petunia didn't care for the boy.

Today though, the boy had hit a little snag, while Dumbledore thought that Harry was going to be sorted into Gryffindor with a chance of Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw winning out, he knew there was a likelihood of Harry ending up in Slytherin. Truthfully Dumbledore had nothing against Slytherin, though he was now a little worried about how Harry would fare in the house of cunning. After all, many of the children there were the sons and daughters of death eaters.

Hopefully everything would work out okay, Harry needed to be the one to defeat Voldemort. The prophecy made that very clear, he needed to mold Harry into a saviour of the light. Admittedly something that will be much harder seeing as the boy is now in Slytherin but it can still be accomplished.

Soon Harry found himself in the Slytherin common room, it seemed a bit dull to him. It was dark and all that, but it seemed rather boring. He looked around while the other Slytherin's began talking to each other.

"So Potter" A fifth year prefect with horrible teeth strutted up to him, catching the attention of everyone in the room "I am Marcus Flint, I don't know how a filthy half-blood like you got into the noble house of Slytherin. but I think that..."

"Oh look a troll" Harry interrupted as he stared at he boy with a look of childish enthusiasm "I didn't know we'd be learning about trolls on our first day" A few people giggled at the comment.

"I am not a troll!" Flint glared at Harry.

"Well you look a bit too tall to be a goblin" Harry said as he looked at Flint with a confused expression "you have too many limbs to be a snake, judging by the state of you I don't think you're a house elf as they actually are pretty clean. You're not a centaur, too ugly to be one, what exactly are you?"

"I'm a human!" Flint growled

"Sweet Merlin!" Harry exclaimed in shock "Our race has clearly fallen beyond hope if we can classify you as one of us" More than a few people laughed and giggled as Flint turned red in embarrassment and anger.

"You think you're funny Potter?!" Flint demanded as he grabbed Harry by the collar and aimed his wand at him "Huh?! Say something funny now you little shit!"

"Something funny" Harry smirked

"What?" Flint blinked before understanding dawned on him "That is it!" Flint fired a spell at Harry designed to cause painful boils to appear on his face.

The rest of the common room watched as a bright light flashed between Harry and Flint, they then watched as Flint flew backwards and landed on the floor, yelling in pain as painful and big boils spread all over his face. The Slytherin's couldn't understand what had just happened as Harry had been shot point blank yet Flint was the one who suffered the effect of the spell.

"How pathetic" Harry said, his voice bored and irritated. He took out his wand, he flicked it and Flint went flying and crashed into a wall, he slid to the floor and entered unconsciousness. The Slytherin's had all entered a stunned silence, they couldn't believe how easily Harry had defeated a fifth year. There was also the fact that he cast silently, a skill not taught until sixth year at least. Two fifth years drew their wands, Harry flicked his again and they dropped to the floor in agony as their wand arms were shattered.

Harry walked to the centre of the room, he looked around before he kicked his left leg forward and allowed himself to drop backwards, however he didn't get to hit the floor as a chair formed just underneath him. Not just any chair, a throne. Black wood, green cushions and fitted into it and gold armrests with a snake's head at the end. Harry sat comfortably in the chair and stayed silent for a few seconds as the Slytherin's looked at him with fear and awe.

"I find myself disappointed" Harry confessed "I mean, I enter the house of the cunning and ambitious and the first thing I see is a troll trying to start a fight. I expected Slytherin to be more...civilised. Though if violence is the requirement for success in this house then..." Harry flicked his wand and Flint hit the wall again "I fell like I can work with it. But it is disappointing, I mean all of you Slytherin's go on and on about how smart you are. Then the boy-who-lived, defeater of the worst dark lord walks into your den and instead of biding your time and assessing if he was a threat, you decided to attack him instantly. Though I can understand why, you're all older and more experienced and you thought my victory over the dark lord was a fluke. Today I'm issuing a warning since it's the first day, next person who wants to test themselves against me...bring your best."

Harry stood up, the chair disappeared as he did so, Harry calmly walked up to Daphne, Tracy and Isabella, the girls were in a corner and couldn't back away as he approached.

"Ladies" Harry said "I shall see you tomorrow" He gave them a short bow and smile before walking off and up to the first year boy rooms.

In Slytherin each boy had their own room, Harry checked each of the first year rooms, he then took the biggest and best one, usually reserved for the best or most influential/impressive student in that year. Harry doubted anyone was going to be able to take it away from him, he looked around the room, it would do for now.

That night Tonks was struggling to sleep as she laid in her bed, her dorm mates had all fallen asleep but she was awake because images of a green eyed boy kept shooting into her mind.

She only wanted to find a compartment to sit in, the next thing she knew she had some how gotten into a conversation with Harry Potter. Then she had told him her first name, she hated her first name, 'Nymphadora' was not a name you wanted when you're with people who have no problem making fun of you, that name plus her metamorph powers made everyone view her as either a slut or boyfriend stealer. She had only gone on few dates with different boys and only kissed two her whole life, until she sat in that compartment.

Merlin that boy could kiss!

The feeling she felt when she was with him was indescribable, it was like pure happiness, even worse was the fact that it was addictive, she could already sense the desire to go back to him. When they touched her magic felt good, better than it had ever felt, like it was suddenly alive. She tossed and turned, until eventually she lay on her stomach with her face stuffed into her pillow. Eventually she raised her head with a small groan.

"You..."A deep voice spoke softly as she suddenly felt someone's breath against her neck "are mine Nymphadora" The voice said.

Tonks turned around at a lightning speed and sat up, only to find nobody was there. Her room mates were still sleeping, the door was still closed, so were the windows. She looked around and nearly jumped backwards when she caught sight of herself in a mirror, her eyes had turned green, the same emerald green of Harry Potter's eyes. She concentrated and a second later she had brought them back to their usual unusually violet colour.

"What the hell was that?!" She whispered to herself as she still kept looking around the room. 'Was I dreaming?' She wondered 'No, I didn't fall asleep yet. How did he get in my room? He couldn't have, no, I must be imagining things. Though...I know I'm definitely not going sleep now.'

"The quaffles are out, and the game begins!" Lee Jordan announced. "And Ravenclaw is in possession first with Harry Potter taking the quaffle."

Harry flew towards the Hufflepuff posts, he ducked under a bludger before dodging one chaser that tried to knock the quaffle out of his hand, Harry flew towards the hoops and made it look like he was aiming for the right hoop, he tossed the ball and the keeper quickly covered the hoop. The keeper was quickly surprised when the quaffle curved and passed through the middle hoop.

"Wow!" Lee Jordan said as the Ravenclaws cheered. "Harry Potter puts Ravenclaw into the lead by scoring the first goal and earning ten points for Ravenclaw! What an amazing shot!"

"Nice one Harry!" Troy shouted before the match continued.

"Hufflepuff is in possession," Lee Jordan said as he watched the match. "they're looking strong and...oh Jackson intercepts a pass and tosses the quaffle to McDonald, McDonald charges towards the Hufflepuff post and dodge all attempts to stop him. He passes it to Potter, Potter throws it back? No Jackson takes the ball, Jackson goes ahead with Potter and McDonald trailing behind."

As they neared the goal post Jackson pulled his arm back to throw as he flew higher while Ryan went low as Harry maintained his position. Troy threw the ball but instead of aiming at the hoops he threw it downwards, the keeper looked at Harry who was in position to catch it, he became confused when Harry did not catch it and just grinned at him as it flew down past him. Ryan caught the quaffle and tossed it up just as the keeper looked down to see where it had gone, Ryan had sent it to Harry who span in midair and hit it with his broom which sent it straight through the left hoop.

"Another ten points for Ravenclaw!" Lee Jordan announced as the chaser glared at Harry who simply shrugged his shoulders and smirked at him before flying off.

Several minutes into the game the score had become sixty to twenty in favour of Ravenclaw, the Hufflepuff's booed as the Ravenclaws cheered widely. It became obvious that there was a reason why Harry was on the team and it was clearly because of his skill, even those that didn't like Harry found it hard to say otherwise with the way he was playing.

Troy had passed the quaffle to Harry, Harry charged towards the hoops and aimed at the right hoop. The keeper waited until he had thrown the ball then quickly moved to one of the other hoops so he could catch the ball when it curved just like all of Harry's other throws. It was then that he became really disappointed when the ball didn't curve and instead went straight into the hoop. His head snapped towards Harry who winked at him before flying off.

The keeper didn't get much time to process what happened as Cho had managed to catch the snitch about two seconds later thanks to the beaters helping keep the Hufflepuff seeker Cedric Diggory away.

"Ravenclaw wins!" Professor Hooch shouted, causing the Ravenclaw stand to burst into cheers.

"Go, go Ravenclaw! Go, go Ravenclaw!" They chanted as the Ravenclaw team hovered in the air and waved at the crowd. Harry had grinned and stretched his arms out so he could soak up the applause.

"That was amazing!" Lisa said enthusiastically later when she and Harry were alone after the match.

"Thanks," Harry smiled as Loki clapped for him. "the broom helped a lot, it was so much better than the school ones."

"Of course it was," Lisa snorted. "it's the latest model after all plus it has all of the optional extras included."

"What extras?" Harry asked.

"Limited speed boosters, self cleaning, defences against hexes and jinxes plus a seat warmer for when it's cold." Lisa listed. "It made the broom nearly double what it's worth but I thought they were all good features to have." She shrugged. "Anyway, most people wouldn't be able to play as good with that broom, have you considered going professional when you leave school?"

"Not really but now that I think about it I probably won't mind playing quidditch for money." Harry grinned. "Maybe I might even set up my own quidditch team." Loki clapped and pointed to himself. "Yes Loki, you can be the mascot." Loki clapped happily as the other two laughed.

"Now, that is the second years done." Dumbledore said at the staff meeting with all four head of houses, designed to discuss the student's progress.

"Marvelous" Flitwick said "I guess it's time to discuss the first years then."

"Indeed" McGonagall nodded "who is going to start?"

"I shall" Sprout said "my first years are all rather bright and attentive. A few don't seem to have the proper appreciation of the subject but apart from that they are mostly well behaved. The most noticeable ones in my own house for me at the moment, would be Susan Bones and Hannah Abbot, both are such lovely and sweet girls. As for Gryffindor, Neville Longbottom shows the most promise and is currently the best in his year at herbology. I just think the boy needs more confidence.

As for Slytherin, the most noticeable student would be Draco Malfoy but not exactly for good reasons. I've yet to have a lesson where the boy doesn't whine about something. As for Ravenclaw...hmm, I would have to say Harry Potter and Lisa Swan, both do their work and have no problem interacting with others. What about you Minerva?"

"Well," McGonagall took on a thoughtful look. "for my own lions, I would say Miss Granger is currently the best in my class. For the Hufflepuff's, I would place Susan Bones at the top, slightly above Megan Jones, at least for the moment. For the Slytherin's, I would place Tracy Davis and Daphne Greengrass at the best as of the moment followed by Mr Nott. For the Ravenclaws, I must admit that Harry Potter is the best. He appears to have inherited his father's natural talent for the subject and I am under the impression that he does like the lesson. He does the work, nearly always helps Miss Swan and then waits for more. He doesn't mind talking to others if the opportunity presents itself but he is generally well behaved.. What about you Filius?"

"Well, in my charms class I would say that the Hufflepuff's are rather neck and neck at the moment, they all appear to be equally matched, I would guess it's from practising together. Hermione Granger for the Gryffindor's, though Mr Finnegan could catch up with sufficient motivation. As for the Slytherin's I would have to say that Daphne Greengrass is the best, although Draco Malfoy does attract attention with his constant messing around and need to distract other students. As for Ravenclaw, yes I would say that Harry Potter is my best raven when it comes to my class.

The boy is very interested in lessons, he is nearly always the first to do the spell and I dare say that he could possibly rival his mother in charms."

"Really?" Dumbledore asked with clear surprise that was mirrored by the others, it was well known that Lily Potter was a charms genius.

"Oh yes, in fact the boy is also having extra lessons with me in exchange for quidditch training."

"What do you mean?" Professor Sprout asked.

"When I asked the boy if he would join the quidditch team he said he would do it but not at the cost of his education so I agreed to give him extra lesson. I start by going over his weekly work and then I teach him a new spell or two, nothing beyond first year at the moment but Merlin the boy lights up when he learns."

"Well learning should be encouraged," Dumbledore smiled as he filed that information away for later. "What about you Severus?" Dumbledore asked the brooding potions master while the others took on a look that told people they were preparing their eyerolls in advanced.

"Just another batch of dunderheads," Snape sneered, either not noticing or ignoring the eyerolls from the others. "of course my Slytherin's are brilliant as always."

"Of course." The other three head of houses said in unison, past experience told them to just shut up and agree with him to avoid what would be a long argument with Snape refusing to back down no matter what and Dumbledore allowing him to have his victory.

"Are there any students from other houses that have caught your interest?" Dumbledore asked. Snape was about to respond when he saw the look in Dumbledore's eyes and realised that he wanted to talk about none other than Snape's most hated student.

"There's Potter," Snape scowled. "the boy is cheating in class."

"And what makes you think that?" McGonagall asked raising her eyebrow.

"The boy doesn't seem like a cheat to me." Professor Sprout frowned.

"I am not blinded by his fame like the rest of you." Snape retorted.

And we are not blinded by our hatred of the boy's father." Flitwick countered, causing Snape to glare at him.

"Now, now, there is no need to argue." Dumbledore said. "Severus, what makes you think that young Harry is cheating in your class?"

"The boy produces perfect potions every class," Snape scowled. "he must be cheating, he's a Potter."

"You think he's cheating because he's a Potter who happens to be good at potions?" Sprout repeated with disbelief.

"He's a Potter, son of his father, there is no way he can be good at potions." Snape sad in a way that made it seem like everyone else had just missed something very obvious.

"Speaking of cheating," Professor Flitwick said, bringing the attention of the room to him. "I regret to inform you that I have also become aware of a student who feels the need to cheat."

"And who might this be?" Dumbledore asked.

"Draco Malfoy." Flitwick answered.

"Draco Malfoy is not a cheater!" Snape said.

"What proof do you have?" Professor McGonagall asked.

"Proof? Isn't it obvious? The boy is a Malfoy." Flitwick shrugged.

"Filius." Dumbledore said in a disapproving tone.

"What? I was under the impression that it was acceptable to judge students based on their families." Flitwick said in an innocent voice.

"I know what you're doing." Snape growled.

"I'd consider you an idiot if you didn't," Flitwick replied in a calm voice. "now let me make something clear to you Severus, for the past few years I've had to constantly put up with you bullying each and every student that wasn't one of your Slytherin's but I've reached my breaking point."

"What did you say?" Snape narrowed his eyes.

"Boy I have been dealing with bullies with my wit and wand since before your first time strutting around these halls like you were better than everyone, do not think you can intimidate me." Flitwick replied in an almost bored tone. "You look at Harry Potter and see the famous boy-who-lived and son of James Potter, I look at the boy and while I see a bit of his father I also see a brilliant student and the son of Lily Potter. In the past it was bad enough what you have been allowed to do but now you're so confident about your position that you are openly targeting students and I will not allow that to happen."

"Filius," Dumbledore spoke. "I understand but..."

"No Albus," Flitwick cut him off. "this cannot be allowed to continue, if not for Harry Potter's sake then at least for the sake of others."

"What do you mean?" Sprout asked.

"Not only is Harry the top student in classes, he is also the schools youngest chaser in a century plus he is the boy-who-lived. You all can surely realise how much negative attention Hogwarts would get if we allow Severus to openly target him, plus there is Harry Potter's friend."

"I do not entirely see what Miss Swan has to do with this." Dumbledore replied.




Dumbledore expected a weak Harry who lived with the Dursley's. He was not expecting a Harry who grew up on the streets and has no interest in playing a hero. After being abandoned in America by the Dursley's Harry learnt to survive using his brains and magic. 

Dumbledore, Hermione and select Weasley bashing.

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A hero's unfortunate death. The birth of a villain who shall take the whole world by surprise. Will he fulfil his father's dream or give it one hell of a nightmare.

Before the any further queries were raised, Dumbledore cut in, "Students remain seated, the staff shall leave the hall to discuss the amendment to the awards that Mr. Potter presented. Prefects, please rise and maintain order within the hall. Mr. Potter you may take your seat," with that many of the staff were quick to follow the words of their Headmaster and followed him out of the Great Hall, not before throwing various looks of appreciation at Harry Potter and the aforementioned duo.
Prefects stood up and started maintaining order within their respective houses. Nonetheless, no prefect approached Harry Potter, as he remained standing at the center of the hall with his eyes closed and arms clasped behind his back in silence. No one dared to, not even the most stringent followers of the rules such as Percy Weasley. Waves of whispering and murmuring spread across the Great Hall, but Harry Potter stood stoically, not paying heed to any of the proceedings.
Hermione stared at the silent figure of Harry Potter, wide-eyed. This Harry Potter felt like her friend, but he was more expressive. He was protective but now he seems to have become much more. She could not put her finger around why though. Even without an announce magic leaking out of him, he cuts a powerful picture. This Harry is somehow more yet still he is Harry. A tinge of red flooded her cheeks when he spoke in praise of her. In praise of her character and strengths. Harry Potter felt like her best friend, but now he is much more formidable than she ever remembered; dare she say it, he cut much more imposing figure than she has ever seen Dumbledore display.
Neville being caught off guard is the understatement of the century. To say that his eyes were widened to epic proportions was an understatement. He felt numb, but for the first time in his life, Neville Longbottom felt a trickle of confidence. A trickle that will one day cascade into an ocean. Harry's belief and appraisal helped him find something he lost on the day of the torture of his parents. Something so lost that his crestfallen grandmother could never help find. Today, the Neville Longbottom will begin his ascend to greatness. Harry Potter just earned the undying support of one Neville Longbottom.
Ever since he saw Harry Potter by the fireplace with Neville, Ronald Weasley could not predict what his best friend anymore. He seemed more withdrawn and was seemingly casting judgement on people. When Harry ran towards Hermione, he was left speechless and rendered incapable of thinking any further. Harry Potter usually was not someone who likes to give or receive physical intimacy. Ever since he woke up this morning, Harry seemed to be judging him. For some reason, Ron felt as if he was failing to understand something obvious.
 At the same time, he felt jealous. Jealous that Hermione was paying more attention to Harry by the glances she was giving him. Bitterness that he must share the glory he and Harry obtained with Hermione and Neville of all people. It is not like plants are that hard to take care of. Surely Harry Is exaggerating. Right? Oh well. Whatever it is, Harry will get over it. He will be best mates with Harry and forget Neville soon, and everything will be fine. Harry will get back to agreeing with him that studying is annoying and that quidditch is life. He will get back to fooling around with Ron. Most importantly, Harry will get back to sharing his glory with his best mate. After all, what use is a best mate if they do not share their glory.  For now, he wanted to bask in a glory that not even his brothers achieved, not understanding that he was just riding the coat tails of Harry Potter.
After nearly twenty minutes of waiting, the staff made their way into the Great Hall after their impromptu meeting. Snape seemed a little more than miffed, while the rest of the professors seemed more than happy with the outcome. Harry understood that his request has just been met. All the teachers settled down and with that, students shifted their attention to the head table. Silence settled in the Great Hall and the Headmaster gestured the prefects to take their seats. He raised an eyebrow at the still standing figure of Harry Potter with his eyes closed, but he chose wisely to ignore him. He raised his voice and stated, "After listening to the appeal by Mr. Potter and much discussion among the staff, I have decided to follow through with Mr. Potter's recommendation. Ms. Granger and Mr. Longbottom will receive awards for Special Service to Hogwarts. On a further note, this is the first time in Hogwarts History that four such awards were given out and the first time that a muggle-born student received the award," with that many students stood up and burst into cheers, none louder and more obvious than the Gryffindors; especially the Terrible Two, the Weasley Twins.
Harry gave a small bow to the head table and walked back to his seat. When he got to the table, he was met with celebrating housemates, as if they had just won the house cup. Harry sat down next to the dumbstruck forms of Hermione and Neville. If he did not notice Hermione breathing, he would have worried that she somehow suffered a second bout of petrification. Well to be fair, she is going to be immortalized in the next edition of Hogwarts, A History. Harry chuckled and the duo broke out of their trances.
Hermione gathered her wits first and stammered out, "T-Thank you Harry. It was nice of you to ask for us to receive awards as well. You didn't have to do that you know?"
Neville soon added, "Yeah, thank you Harry."
"Nonsense, seeing you dumbstruck was well worth the effort."
Hermione mock glared and huffed with a hint of a smile, "Honestly Harry, here I thought you finally grew up."
Harry raised his hands in mock indignation, "Growing up! Why I have you know Ms. Granger that you are leveling a serious accusation on my person!" and Hermione just rolled her eyes at his antics.
Harry reached into his backpack and took out the notes he prepared for her. "I took extra notes in class for you. I know you would be upset for missing your classes and I thought about what I can do to help. So here are the notes I made for you."
She gave him a bright smile and pulled him to a tight hug. She let him go after a few minutes and then started going through the notes. She immediately noticed something, "Harry your handwriting much more readable than your usual scrawl."
Harry looked abashed, "Hey! My handwriting isn't that bad! Besides, I tried really hard. It should be absolutely gorgeous to you missy!"
Neville deadpanned, "It's not bad, it is bloody awful. The one time I was paired with you in Snape's class and I tried copy down something I missed earlier, could not understand a word of that horrid mess. I thought I read putting erumpet horn shavings in to one of the potions," Hermione giggled at Harry's mock outrage at Neville's reply.
Harry looked around for Ron, only to see his attention directed towards a group of Gryffindors who wanted him to tell the story of the Chamber of Secrets. Harry could not really hear what he was describing, but from reading his body language, Harry was sure Ron was making up a few white lies and throwing in some exaggeration. I wonder why I did not notice this the last time, was I so unwilling to give up my first friendship that I ignored all the gaps in his character? Horcrux or not, it feels like a splash of cold water suddenly thrown on my face. 
Hermione noticed where Harry's gaze was draw to and sighed, "He did not even talk to me since I entered the Great Hall. Let's leave him be and let him approach us." The trouble for taking him out his moment of glory is not worth it right now.
A few minutes later when everyone calmed down, lunch appeared, and they dug into their food. Harry and Neville filled her in with the happening around the castle. He told her about the night Hagrid was taken to Azkaban and their encounter with the acromantula. Hermione berated him for his foolhardiness and Neville was utterly horrified at the thought of almost being eaten alive by a bunch of overgrown spiders. Not that he was afraid of spiders, he is an aspiring Herbologist, he must deal with insects much more gruesome than spiders. Well, at any rate it made sense why Ron had nightmares for two weeks straight. Harry did not give them the details of the Chamber of Secrets, retelling the details of that encounter out in the open was not a subject he was comfortable with. Hermione relented on that topic and let it slide for now.
After lunch he said goodbye to his friends, telling them he had a few things to do. Hermione looked like she wanted to press for details, but Neville prevented her from doing anything. Harry gave a sigh of relief as Neville directed Hermione away from Harry and towards the Gryffindor common room.
He had two tasks he wanted to accomplish before he went back to the Gryffindor common room. On his way down from the Room of Requirement, he spotted the broken Vanishing Cabinet in the first floor. He wanted to take the cabinet upstairs and try to see if he can start fixing the cabinet. Or, he could get Hermione's help with fixing the cabinet together during the summer. He was not allowing her to carry all the intellectual heavy lifting this time around. He reached the corner that he saw the cabinet.
"Dobby."
"You called Master Harry?"
"Could you shrink this cabinet down so we can take it to the Room of Requirement?"
A snap latter and an emerald haze later, a shrunken cabinet lay in front of him. He tucked the miniature cabinet in his robes and made his way into the Room of Requirement. He asked for a room that would help repair the cupboard and when he when inside the room, the room was filled with various books and tools. He reached out to read some book, they seemed to be books on runes and arithmancy of spatial magic. How the hell did that moron fix this? I know he did not take ancient runes. He must have lucked out. Afterall he was looking increasingly miserable as each day passed in his sixth year. Or he might have used Felix Felicis. That would explain his stroke of luck. No way did that Neanderthal fix this otherwise.
He then remembered that this would a good opportunity to do one other task in his list. He summoned Dobby and asked him to check if he can get the Sword of Gryffindor from the Headmaster's office. Ten minutes later, Dobby returned with the sword, apparently a Hogwarts house-elf told him that the Headmaster was out of school till later this evening. Alright, let's try to see if the Room would respond to this command.
"I need Rowena Ravenclaw's Diadem."
Lo and behold, the diadem materialized in front of him. Without thinking twice, he slashed the diadem apart with the sword. A black mass resembling Voldemort's wrath materialized and disappeared after a horrifying screech. Harry took a while to recover from that horrifying sounded emitted from the Horcrux. That is three down, four more to go. He wished for a table and pulled out his parchment and started writing down the observations he made today since he came back.
Half an hour later, Dobby appeared in front of him. He was wearing a three-piece emerald suit with a fitting dark green fedora. His current outfit is vastly preferable to what Dobby wore in the previous timeline after being free. Somehow the outfit seemed to make sense on the elf. This outfit screamed of an elf of influence. Harry raised his eyebrow and questioned, "Hello Dobby, I see you made quite the wardrobe change. I love the new suit you got there."

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

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


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Dumbles was sad. He had lost two of his jobs, but was able to keep the most important one. He is still headmaster Dumbledore. The future generations of mages will go through Hogwarts, where he will be able to influence them to regain his power and maybe raise his house to become a noble.
Though he reasoned to himself what that this was just a hitch, he was still upset. Augusta had made him look weak by referencing his own quote about people slipping. She said they slipped because he had three positions, the equivalent of three full time jobs.
She also mentioned how he is 'getting on with age. He quickly realised that he was going to lose everything if he didn't act and so he decided to make a sacrifice by agreeing with her and spinning it as him retiring from the two positions of Chief warlock and Mugwomp of the ICW.
That move earned him enough good will for the votes to keep him in the position of Headmaster 'all I have to do is wait and Harry will come to me' he thought to himself, in his office, sucking on some lemon flavoured balls…
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By the time the trials were going, Harry was the owner of the daily profit as it seems Minister Fudge believed the 'ministry' was in need of more 'funding' and so, decided that the offer was too good for the ministry to pass up. He made sure to make full use of his new power over the people by dissing everyone that wasn't in his circle for their… carelessness and praising Lady Longbottom and Madam Bones for their relentless pursuit of justice.
And ending it by stating that if the Lord of a most noble and ancient house was treated like that, what would happen to the normal man? What would they do to you?
Needless to say the people were up in arms for the week the story was running. Harry even opened an international branch called the Modern Prophet, which Reports North American, Russian and European news and is currently breaking into the Asian Magical Communities.
Harry believed that Minister Fuck was dropped on his head at one point, because the bastard was dumber than a drum. He had a very powerful tool in his hands, and only used it to boost his popularity in the British magical community.
The leader of the future? Sure, if the future is a ditch six feet under. Question is how long before he can get Madam Bones to replace him.
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As harry thought about that Amelia was busy reconnecting with her old flame.
"YES, YES, OOOOHHHH GOD" Screams of pleasure can be heard from a room somewhere in 12 Grimmauld place, and had been going on for two days much to the displeasure of the old house elf and the silenced Painting of Walburga Black A.K.A Banshee Bitch, courtesy of one Harry James Potter.
It had been a week since the trials and Harry and Sirius used the time to connect and reinstate their families and inspect their properties. Sirius also kicked out Narcissa and Bellatrix from the family, while reinstating Andromeda.
He then made Harry his legal heir and left him to take care of everything else, while he went and wooed 'Amy' to end his over two year dry spell.
It was something Amelia was all too happy to accommodate, though she did play hard to get… just because.
Another matter was the Potter-Longbottom alliance is now the Potter-Longbottom-Black alliance, making Dowager Longbottom, who was once a political powerhouse, a political typhoon.
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Harry had moved to the old Potter castle and had it wards set up by the best warder in the country, himself. Not even a Bug can enter his property line without the wards picking on it. The wards were intention based and added wards that prevented the usual apparition, portkey and any space based magic by anything and anyone, without Harry's permission about ten meters into the 50 acre property and now, the moment of truth.
Harry stood inside the property line but outside the anti-teleportation wards and called "Potter elves, to me"
"…"
Nothing happened, so he tried again… and again, and on the fourth time, two elves appeared "who you and why do you call the potter elves?" one asked while the other nodded
"My name is Harry James Potter, Heir of the most noble most ancient house of Potter, and you are?" Harry introduced himself and asked
The little elves looked surprised "Niffy be Potter elf, but missy Lily no want elf" spoke the female elf, seemingly lacking the speaking ability of the male one "she give Niffy socks" she spoke with tears in her eyes
Harry was silent for a moment as he understood the situation "Would you like to be potter elves again?" he asked
The two elves froze for a second before Harry found his legs have extra weight on them "Please sir" spoke the male elf "Please" spoke Niffy while both gave him the best puppy dog eyes they can
Harry chuckled for a bit before answering "I would like you to work for me, but there are rules" he said raising three fingers
"The first rule is to never punish your selves.
The second is to never overwork yourselves.
The third is you would get one gallon a week and you would get one day free every week, but not the same day, until we get more elves.
The fourth is to always eat healthy food. At least three meals a day till you're full.
And finally, you must wear clothing that is fitting to represent an elf of the house potter" Harry finished the last rule while striking a pose with his head held high and fist in the air
The elves shared a look and shrugged, then turned to Harry and nodded
"Great" Harry exclaimed "why don't Niffy and…"
"Jimmy, sir"
Harry looked oddly at the elf "…Jimmy… go and find your living courters in the servants housing" he then keyed them into the wards "bring any free elf you know to me and I will bond with everyone tonight, ok?" he received nods from the two diminutive creatures before they popped away.
That night Harry Bonded with eleven elves, all willing and eager to serve their new master. Harry had then gave them their first command "rest for today and tomorrow, and then I want the rest besides Jimmy and Niffy to go around the world and find free elves and send or bring them to me" he spoke wile puffing his chest with his hands behind his back "If however the elves don't agree with the rules, then don't force them, let them be. You guys have a week to find as many as possible, after that, just come home" he finished with a gentle smile
With a flurry of clumsy salutes, the elves popped out to find more of them, to serve their great harry potter sir. Harry just chuckled and walked towards the Potter library to continue exploring the thousands of books in it
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Semiramis truly believed her boss was brilliant. This motion was confirmed by his orders for her during the previous week.
She was once again in the US, and she was once again aiming for the criminal element's money, but differently.
You see many politicians, CEOs and other powerful people have illegal hedge funds in the Cayman Island, Switzerland etc.
What her master ordered her to do was to find these people, use the imperius curse on them, have them transfer the funds from these accounts to their Cayman Island one and then have it transferred from there to their Swiss account. Then she just has to obliviate them, and voila, several million dollars are in their account.
There was a bit more to it, like sneaking into their homes and controlling them while they were asleep so that when they wake up there wasn't any time skips. Another was having the 'victim' confounded to not look at their hedge fund till they needed it.
Needless to say, Semiramis was efficient; she closed, on average, three accounts per night. And the best part, no one can complain about losing an illegal account to anyone without condemning themselves.
Again Semiramis reiterates. Her Boss Is A Genius.
And the Billion she made that week confirms it.

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