follows Edwin Vaclav who found out that he is a wizard in harry potter world after being reincarnate after many years just thinking its an  ordinary world



i don't own harry potter just my oc

CURRENTLY BEING REWRITTEN

Harry Potter fanfiction about an average girl who was born and raised in a muggle family in the world of Harry Potter, but Bailey, the MC, gets accepted to Hogwarts as a muggle. Wonder what she’s going to decide to do as she learns about magic and how she’s not average...

*note: I don’t own Harry Potter, but I do own most of the characters of this story as many of them are my original characters I came up with myself, just not all of the characters*

after fifth year.Harry sees through Dumbledore and starts his war on both the Light and the Dark forces.
By: Priya Ashok
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to the wonderful JKR!

Harry apparated to the toilet entrance to the Ministry and having made sure that he had the cloak donned, he quickly made his way into the Ministry.

Finding a deserted corner in the atrium, Harry fell deep in thought.

'Now that I'm in the Ministry, I should find Fudge and start my plan' thought Harry. 'From what I remember of Voldemort's memories, he could use Legilimency to show hallucinations to people, so that should be my main go to, to really make him seem crazy'

Harry nodded to himself, seemingly convinced. 'Fudge is already really pissed at me, so I can use that against him' thought Harry with an evil grin.

Harry then enhanced his hearing, trying to find that absolutely annoying voice that belonged to the current Minister for Magic.

'Thank god I'm able to pick and choose what my senses are picking up, or else just the sheer amount of input would make me faint' thought Harry wryly.

After a few minutes, Harry heard Fudge's voice, giving instructions to someone. 'Found him!' thought Harry happily and made his way towards the voice. It only took him a few minutes to reach the place where Fudge was. 'Thank god he was near the atrium, if he was deep underground I might have had some issues getting there'

Shaking his head to clear those unnecessary thoughts, Harry looked towards Fudge who was deep in conversation with a short, portly woman with greying shoulder-length curly hair.

Harry had walked into a room, not too far away from the atrium but quite heavily guarded. It was a stately room, a large oak desk occupied the center of the room with a few chairs in front of it and behind the desk sat the Minister on a plush chair that might as well have been a sofa.

"Doreen, have the plans for the press conference for the day after been looked over properly?" asked Fudge. "You know how important it is. I finally have some information on Dumbledore that needs to be shared to the entire world. It's not just reporters from England who will show up after all"

"Of course, Minister. I've personally looked over every detail" she replied, reverentially. "I'm sure this news will shock everyone and after it gets out, no one will ever trust Dumbledore or his lies again"

At first Harry wondered if she was just going along with Fudge's nonsense because she had no choice but the cruel glint in her eyes said otherwise.

"Excellent! If this goes over well, I'll make sure that request for vacation of yours goes through without a hitch" said Fudge with a smile.

"Oh thank you Minister!" she said, with what Harry could only see as a genuinely elated smile.

Harry stared at Doreen and thought, 'Well, she looks almost as mean as Umbridge, so I guess I don't have to feel guilty about involving her in my plans'

He activated his Legilimency against her, implanting a small hallucination just as Fudge spoke to her.

"You may go now and don't disturb me for the next hour, at least" he said, though what Doreen heard was more on the lines of, "You may go now but come back here in ten minutes"

"Of course, Minister" she replied and swiftly made her way out of the room, closing the door behind her.

After she left, Fudge put his hands together and smirked. "Oh Dumbledore, I know you want to take over my position but it won't be that easy. I'll make sure I completely smear any reputation you have in the mud and I'll take that lying puppet of yours down with you"

Harry frowned but quickly decided to start his plan instead. 'No point in getting angry now, I'll make sure to be extra thorough with him'

Harry activated his Legilimency again and implanted a hallucination in Fudge's mind. 'Let's see how you react to this' thought Harry with a smirk.

•••

[Fudge's POV]

Same as any other day, Fudge asked for an hour of undisturbed time to plan for the rest of the day and possibly even the future. This was a habit he had picked up earlier this year, ever since that horrible Potter had started spouting all kinds of nonsense about you-know-who.

'If it wasn't for Potter trying to get so much attention, I wouldn't have to go through all this nonsense' thought Fudge. 'Dumbledore decided to use Potter's lies to replace me in office as well. I have too many enemies nowadays'

Fudge frowned as he recalled the hearing that happened a few days back. 'Potter managed to swindle his way out of being punished, even though he broke the law. Not to mention, Dumbledore tried his damned best to sow doubt into the minds of the Wizengamot'

Just as Fudge was getting ready to plan his next move against Dumbledore and Potter, he heard his office door open very softly. A sound he would have missed if it weren't especially silent in his room. 'I thought I had asked for no one to disturb me for an hour, what is the meaning of this' thought Fudge with a frown.

He looked towards his door, ready to yell at whoever had the audacity to disturb him, just to freeze. The person he saw quietly entering his office, crouched down, trying to slink his way in was a man - or rather, a boy, who had grown to be a thorn in his side.

'What the hell is Potter doing sneaking into my office!?' thought Fudge shocked for a moment but only to have that emotion replaced with happiness, 'I finally have you! You can't swindle your way out of this now!'

"Lost, are we, Mr Potter?" asked Fudge coldly.

Fudge watched, with barely contained excitement, as Potter visibly jumped at his question. Clearly, he had thought that the office was empty. 'Probably here to steal information for Dumbledore' thought Fudge, convinced by his deduction.

"Uh - um - well - " Harry stammered, trying hard to come up with an excuse.

"Don't bother trying to find an excuse Mr. Potter, you're not getting away this time" said Fudge, gripping his wand. "Did Dumbledore send you? What information did he want?"

"Uh, no - Professor Dumbledore, h-had n-nothing to do w-with th-this" stuttered Harry, his face betraying the lie he had just spouted.

"You're not very convincing, Mr Potter" said Fudge menacingly. "I could have you arrested for just being here, you know"

"Ev-even if you have me ar-arrested, the Au-aurors are much fairer than y-you, they wouldn't hu-hurt me" said Harry, his eyes darting around, clearly looking for an exit.

Fudge got up from his desk and advanced towards Harry, his wand raised and pointing at him. "You're right. Those fools would try to 'do the right thing'" he said with a mocking tone. "Some of those fools are even fond of you, even now, with you being such a huge liar"

"I-I'm not a l-liar" said Harry.

"We can find out rather easily. You're right about the Aurors being fair so it seems I'll have to loosen your tongue myself" said Fudge, an evil glint in his eyes.

Just as Fudge was about to reach Harry, he saw Harry raise his wand. "You're much too young to take me on, boy!" yelled Fudge, "Expelliarmus!"

He watched as Harry's wand flew out of his hand, while the boy himself flew backwards outside the open door, sliding through the room, to finally come to a stop in the middle of the room.

"Capture him! Capture Potter right now!" yelled Fudge, pointing at Harry, while looking at the men who were supposed to be guarding the entrance.

•••

[Harry's POV]

Harry stood to the side, inside Fudge's office, trying his hardest not to laugh out loud. Ten minutes had passed rather quickly as Fudge sat at his desk thinking, grinning maliciously at times or frowning at other times.

The moment Doreen had opened the door, just as she 'heard' Fudge tell her before she left, the hallucination activated on Fudge. The one he saw walking through the door wasn't Doreen but Harry instead.

He watched, amused to no end as Fudge menacingly approached an extremely dumbfounded Doreen. Her questions, stutters and mutters falling on deaf ears.

All she could do was watch in shock as Fudge raved on about some nonsense about Harry Potter, pretending he was actually in the office facing Fudge.

She could do nothing but watch in horror as Fudge pointed his wand at her and started attacking her without any provocation from her.

Harry almost burst into laughter when he watched Fudge scream at his guards to arrest Doreen. He even had to bite his hand to stop himself from laughing.

'Oh that was hilarious' thought Harry as he watched the guards confusedly walk towards Doreen and restrain her.

"What do you mean sir?" asked one of the guards, "This is Doreen, not Potter, you know?"

Just as the guard started to speak, Harry removed the hallucination. 'Gotta let Fudge admire his own handiwork' thought Harry with a smirk.

"Wh-what?" stammered Fudge, a shocked expression on his face, "Where did Potter go!? Why is it Doreen on the ground!?"

"Uh, sir, by Potter do you mean Harry Potter?" asked the other guard, equally as confused as his colleague.

"Of course I mean Harry Potter!" screamed Fudge, "How many Potters do you even know!?"

Quite a few more people had filed into the room by that point. Harry was even happier seeing so many people come in.

"Potter was right there!" yelled Fudge, "He tried to sneak into my office and steal information for Dumbledore! Search for him! He's definitely still in the Ministry!"

The people around Fudge, at first seemed to take him seriously, and a few even started to look around but the moment he went on about Harry acting like a spy for Dumbledore, many of them showed looks of exasperation.

From the side, hiding under his cloak, Harry could hear a few of them whispering.

"See, I told you he's off his rocker nowadays" whispered on them to the man next to him, "Ever since that incident, he's been full of all kinds of conspiracy theories"

"I guess you're right. I thought you were just making it up earlier but honestly, this is just disappointing" replied the other.

Many such whispers made their way through the group. Fudge, seeing their expressions, coughed and turned around, walking back into his office.

"Forget it, maybe I just dreamt it" he mumbled as he walked away, leaving the crowd behind.

Harry watched as people helped Doreen up, asking her what happened. She eventually came out of her stupor and broke down into sobs, telling them a slightly dramatised version of what really happened.

Harry chuckled, 'That's phase 1 of the plan complete, time to follow him around and see how else I can stir trouble for Fudge'

After losing Hedwig while escaping from Voldemort, Harry found it hard to come to terms with her death. 

Filled with grief, rage and hatred, Harry swears to take revenge on every single death eater and especially on Voldemort himself.

Receiving power from unexpected sources, Harry sets out on his mission to bring the dark lord and his followers to their knees.

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As of 30th of October, 2021, this novel will still continue. I figured I should provide a little background.

I rewrote the story four times and didn't like any of it so dropped the story itself for a few months. Finally, a few months back, I got the idea to revamp the entire plot.

I spent quite a while to plot the entire story out and am now writing it. As soon as I'm done writing the first two volumes, I'll start posting again.

Current progress: Chapter 9 of Volume 1 (This volume will most probably have around 20-25 chapters)

I'll update the progress every week.

As a side note, thanks to all the supportive comments I've received even after I seemingly dropped this story. You have no idea how much it helps spur my determination along to continue writing!

The month before hogwarts was quite hectic for Harry. During this month Harry visited Diagon Alley several times under disguise. At first he visited Gringotts and made an appointment with the senior Potter accounts manager Griphook. During this visit he learned that the Potter family has two main vaults and his trust vault is filled yearly by taking money from these two vaults. He also learned that the Potter family has shares in many muggle and magical businesses all around the world. Due to this the Potter family has a steady income rate. Harry also learned that his parents have a will which he will be eligible to hear on his twelfth birthday. Unfortunately Harry cannot take anything out of his main vault unless it is stipulated in his parents will. He will also have to wait till his seventeenth birthday to claim lordship of his house. This was rather unfortunate as Harry was looking forward to reading the Potter family grimoire. As one of the most ancient and noble houses in magical Britain the Potter family was a goldmine of magical knowledge. The Potter family also has several properties and estates all around the world. Main of which is the Potter castle located in Scotland and a private island in the Pacific. Both the island and the castle are unplottable and the castle is under heavy wards. While these wards may not be as strong as the ones at hogwarts they are strong enough to hold off a full scale attack until the inhabitants can retreat to safety. Currently Harry was sitting in his room and preparing to summon the Potter families head elf.
Harry : Charles!
There was a pop sound and then stood before Harry a well groomed elf wearing a butlers uniform with the Potters crest on it. Charles bowed in front of Harry and said in a respectful tone,
Charles : Head elf of The most ancient and noble house of Potter greets young master Harry Potter. How can I serve you milord.
Harry : Greetings Charles can you please tell me how many elves are currently under the service of the Potter family and the current situation of the Potter estates.
Charles : Certainly milord. There are currently 50 house elves including myself in the service of the Potter family. The Potter estates are all being managed by the house elves and I am personally overseeing the maintenance of Potter castle.
Harry : Don't house elves need to bond with a wizard to sustain themselves ? How are all of you alive for all of these years.
Charles : We Potter elves are bonded to the family milord. We  are automatically bonded to the head of house or the last heir which is you.
Harry : How come you never came to ensure whether or not I was safe for all of these years ?
Charles : I am truly very sorry milord. I tried every possible method to find but you were hidden under very strong blood wards. The only reason I could find you today was due to the reason that you called me by name.
Harry : It's not your fault so no need to blame yourself. And please call me Harry.
Charles : Thank you for your kindness milord. But I'm afraid that I can never allow myself to call you by your name. My dignity as the head elf will not allow it.
Harry : *sigh* Very well call me sir then if you must. I have some tasks for you Charles. First of all I need you to assign a personal house elf to me. 
Charles snaps his fingers and another elf pops into my room wearing the same butler uniform as Charles but the crest on his uniform is located on the sleeve of his left arm while Charles has it on the breast pocket. 
Charles : This is Duffy sir, he will take care of your personal needs.
I turn to Duffy and say, 
Harry : It's nice to meet you Duffy I'm Harry Potter.
Duffy jumps excitedly and says,
Duffy : It is my honour to be the personal elf of Harry Potter sir. I will not let you down sir.
I smile and nod. Then I turn to Charles and say,
Harry : Secondly Charles I need you to make this room bigger and more comfortable and also put some locks in place so that no muggle can enter this room without my permission even while I'm away.
Charles : It shall be done overnight sir.
Harry : Thank you Charles, that will be all for now. You can take your leave. If anything urgent arises than you can find me in hogwarts.
Charles gives me another bow and leaves with a pop. I turn to Duffy and address him 
Harry : Duffy do you have any way to conceal yourself.
Duffy gives me a nod and says,
Duffy : Don't worry Harry Potter sir. Duffy will only be seen when you want him to .
Harry : Excellent Duffy. Can you please bring me some snacks for now.
-Scene Break -
The day before the start of term Harry approaches uncle Vernon and asks him to take me to Kings Cross Station. He just gives him a stiff nod and doesn't say anything. The next day Harry's carrying his trunk and Hedwig's cage in a trolley and arrive in front of the barrier dividing platforms nine and ten. The Dursley's are wondering how Harry intends to get onto platform nine and three - quarters. Harry doesn't say anything to them and breaks into a run. Just as he was about to crash into the barrier he disappeared from view. The Dursley's just stood still with shocked faces until Vernon finally said,
Vernon: Nutters the lot of them.
- Scene Break -
A scarlet steam engine was waiting next to a platform packed with people. A sign overhead said Hogwarts' Express, eleven o'clock. Harry looked behind him and saw a wrought-iron archway where the barrier had been, with the words Platform Nine and Three-Quarters on it. Smoke from the engine drifted over the heads of the chattering crowd, while cats of every color wound here and there between their legs. Owls hooted to one another in a disgruntled sort of way over the babble and the scraping of heavy trunks.
Harry boarded the train and kept walking until he found an empty compartment. He placed his trunk above and place Hedwig's cage in the seat beside him and thought about his plans in hogwarts. Harry wasn't going to be the meek and shy Harry Potter from canon. He was going to stand out and use his fame when the need arises. He also decided that he wasn't going to befriend Ron. He didn't have time for jealous parts with inferiority complexes. He was going to have to use a wait and see approach with Hermione though. Harry was brought out of his thoughts when a girl with brown hair and a cheery smile stuck her head into his cabin and asked if she and her friend could sit here. Harry gave a nod and she entered the cabin behind her entered the most beautiful girl Harry had ever seen. She had long wavy blonde hair and shining blue eyes. On her face was a mask of indifference but in her eyes Harry could see the excitement every child has when going to hogwarts for the first time. All in all she had a Ice - queen aura around her. Harry already knew who these two were but not wanting to give himself away he introduced himself. He turned to Daphne and said,
Harry : Hello. My name is Harry Potter.
Daphne's mask slipped for a moment at the revelation but she quickly slipped it back on with practiced ease. She took my offered hand and said ,
Daphne : Daphne Greengrass.
Harry brought her hand to his face and kissed her knuckles with his lips in a formal greeting and said, 
Harry : Pleasure to meet you Ms. Greengrass.
Daphne blushed a bit and Harry couldn't honestly blame her. Currently Harry looked very cute. His hair was cut in a way that while not as wild as in canon it still looked like it was in the wind a while ago. Harry had also visited a magical optician on one of his trips to Diagon Alley and he had managed fix his eyesight. So currently Harry gave of an aura of confidence wearing white trainers, blue jeans, a white shirt and a black leather jacket and his emerald green eyes in sight for all to see.
He then turned to her friend Tracy Davies and greeted her in the same way. Afterwards he sat back down in his seat and initiated conversation with the two. After a few minutes of polite full conversation Tracy finally asked the question that had obviously been plaguing her mind this whole time,
Tracy : If you don't mind me asking Harry where have you been this whole time.
Harry just smiled calmly and said ,
Harry : I don't mind Tracy. As for the answer to your question I was raised by my relatives in the muggle world.
Both Tracy and Daphne looked shocked at that but recovered quickly. They then continued to talk as the train left the station for their home for the years to come.

This a story where a prodigy from Earth gets transmigrated this to Harry Potter and fucks up canon according to his wishes. #OP MC # NO HAREM # HARRY X DAPHNE.

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

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

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.'

Obviously, many basic magic theories and foundations in the world of Harry Potter were similar to those in Diablo 2.
In fact, the two classes that used magic in Diablo had more official names. The necromancers were also called wizards while sorceresses were called witches (In the original version, there were only sorceresses and no sorcerers).
Although the two worlds had lots of differences, the basics and foundations were similar.
Even the materials for making magic wands were similar. In Diablo, necromancers usually used yew wands. Likewise, in Harry potter, yew wood was the main material in many magic wands.
Clearly, people had found that these two worlds were structured on the same system, which was why Jun Yangzi and the other artifact masters tried to obtain inspirations about the basic magic theories by watching this movie.
The amazing fantasy world, which was totally different from that of Diablo, was an extra bonus for them, let alone the fact that they could learn a lot of basic knowledge of magic and alchemy while enjoying the movie.
"Look! They fly by riding on brooms! Hahaha! It's funny!"
"Sir, how come people fly this way." While walking behind Mr. Fang, Jiang Xiaoyue burst into laughter.
All in all, Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone gave them a cheerful and lively mood. Harry Potter's journey to Hogwarts to study magic with friends and the many adventures in this fantasy world were fun to watch. Even when Harry Potter fought Professor Quirrell, who was controlled by Voldemort, the viewers felt anxious but not depressed.
In their eyes, although the wizards and witches also used spiritual spells, could fly, and had long lifespans, they were not like cultivators.
While the cultivators aimed at going beyond their limit and achieving Dao, the wizard and witches were more like scholars who aimed to expand their knowledge and better understand the truth of the world by increasing their lifespan.
That was why they had schools, professors, and researchers. They also had different departments and houses with different systems of knowledge.
The whole movie didn't make them show any extremely powerful strength, but it wasn't important. Since they had deep knowledge, the items and things that they were researching greatly benefited these powerful cultivators; that was enough,
While they were expectant of young Harry Potter's growth, they wondered what other magical things would appear. For example, at the beginning of the movie, the old headmaster seemed to have used a spell that achieved teleportation. If the Philosopher's Stone could extend one's life and even give people eternal life, they wondered if the stone could be created in the real world.
After finishing the movie, they were all eager to watch the sequels.
Without them noticing it, the pleasant tour in the fantasy world ended in cheers and laughter, and many people felt like their moods were lifted.
"How was it?"
"Is the movie good?"
The moment they finished watching the movie, they found many questions in [Mr. Fang's Group Tour] group chat in QQ. Obviously, the others estimated that they would be done by this time and now came out with questions.
Liu Ningyun: [Were you all watching it? Can you tell us how it is? 😁]
Mo Xian: [The name alone sounds weird. Is it good?]
Song Qingfeng: [While the shop owner was out watching the movie, I took this opportunity to play the King of Fighters (Akita Inu's fawning smile). It's cool.]
Nalan Hongwu, [Can anyone tell me about it? I plan to watch it later.]
Huangpu Tao was a bit late today, and he was puzzled while he read these messages. What is it? What are you talking about? What is good?
"…"
Seeing the messages jumping in the group chat, the people who had just finished watching the movie were surprised. "So many messages?"
[This movie is super fun! 😁 There is a spiritual spell which can turn any object into a pig. There are also a group of wizards who fly on brooms. It's super fun! (Husky's cute face)] Jiang Xiaoyue posted her comment soon.
[There are many interesting spiritual spells!] Yuexin added, [I highly recommend it.]
[Anyway, I didn't see any powerful spiritual spells yet, but their study and understanding on some of the things are deeper than ours.] Xue Daolv's comment was to the point. [If you want to try it, you won't be disappointed.]
[Superb! It's super fun!] Ye Xiaoye was the most active one in the group chat.
Jun Yangzi: [I recommend this movie to all the artifact masters who are studying runewords and magic instillation and cultivators who want to dive deeper into the magic system. There are lots of fundamental stuff, and it's explained in detail.]
Of course, it was detailed. After all, the professors taught the knowledge in the classroom!
[Anyone who's interested in longevity can watch it.] Ning Bi joined the fun. [It's said that the Philosopher's Stone can give people permanent youth.]
[It doesn't mean you won't die though.] Mr. Fang gave them a friendly reminder. [They can still be killed. 🤣]
[They have such a thing?!] Nalan Hongwu had cold sweat on him. [Is there anyone who is going to study it? I want to extend my life by dozens of years longer…]
Mr. Fang: "…"
[The movie doesn't explain the creation process of the Sorcerer's Stone.] Su Tianji reminded them. [Besides, it needs unicorn's blood. Since we don't have this creature in our world, I'm afraid that we can't make it.]
[Ugh…]
[Can we use horned horses?] Someone asked tentatively.
[Sad. I'm concerned for this species in our world.]
Jun Yangzi: [We can still try it. The unicorn blood can extend life, but anyone who touches it will be cursed. Obviously, the Sorcerer's Stone doesn't curse people, so I guess it wasn't made of unicorn blood.]
Mo Xian: [After hearing your discussion, I have the urge to watch it…]
Ruan Ning: [I recommend people to watch it, if you don't want to be turned into a pig.]
"Master." Liu Ningyun was helping her master, the Xichi Spiritual Master, to level up, and she asked, "Should we go and watch Harry Potter?"
"Harry what?!" The Xichi Spiritual Master looked baffled. Obviously, her age made it hard for her to catch up to the new things. Jade Dynasty was easy to understand for her since that world was similar to the real world.
"It's about a wonderful world of magic," Liu Ningyun explained.
"Really?"
"Master, should we go and watch Harry Potter together?" Mo Xian asked her at this moment.
"Master, should we go and watch Harry Potter?" another disciple asked.
"…"
"Why are you all asking me to watch Harry Potter?" Nonplussed, the Xichi Spiritual Master was pulled to watch the movie by her disciples…
Meanwhile, some cultivators who had just finished the movie held onto small sticks that they took from the counter. "Transfiguration!"
Nothing happened.


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

Lily Potter was branded numerous identities in her thirty-four years of life; a daughter, a sister, a friend, a witch, a girlfriend, a wife, a mother, and a professor.

During her childhood, she was the daughter of Harold and Rose Evans, the twin sister of Isobel Evans, and the younger sister of Petunia Evans; she was then labeled to be the Golden Child since she could do no wrong, was stunningly gorgeous and immensely talented.

During adolescent, she was visited by Professor McGonagall who would be later known as her Head of House; she was discovered to be a Muggleborn witch, sent off to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry at the age of eleven, sorted into Gryffindor and the best friend to three of her roommates; Marlene McKinnon, Alice Prewett and Mary MacDonald. During her seven years studying at Hogwarts, she was known as the smartest witch of her year, regardless of her parentage. During her sixth year at Hogwarts she became the girlfriend of prankster extraordinaire, one of the most popular boys at school and one of the five richest families from the Wizarding Community; James Charlus Potter, Heir to the Noble and Most Ancient House of Potter.

She graduated with honors and a few months later, James proposed, making Lily, Lady Potter. After Hogwarts, James and Lily joined the Order of the Phoenix, firmly establishing themselves to the Light Side, fighting to end the war proclaimed by the Dark Lord, Voldemort and his followers, the Death Eaters. At the age of nineteen, Lily was with child and a mother at twenty.

A prophecy was then made about her son, Harry Potter and at the age of one, he defeated the Dark Lord who stole into their cottage at Godric's Hollow on Halloween; he cast the Killing Curse which rebounded, hailing the toddler, the Boy-Who-Lived.

Yes; Lily Potter was branded many titles in her thirty-four years of living: a daughter, a sister, a friend, the Golden Child, a witch, a Muggleborn, a Gryffindor, the smartest witch of her age, a girlfriend, a wife, Lady Potter, a mother, a godmother, mother to the Wizarding World's Savior, Professor Potter …

However, no one ever imagined Lily Potter in a bad light, because she was too compassion, kind-hearted and honest. But as Lily Potter stared down at the vial filled with a certain memory of her son's on the coffee table at Potter Manor, she knew her darkest secret was about to unfold.

Who knew Lily Potter was immoral; yes, Lily Potter did an unforgivable action, one night fourteen years ago, and no matter how much she argued with herself late at night while her husband and son were fast asleep, she couldn't ignore the fact … Lily was immoral and sinful; she would go through desperate measures to keep her domestic life perfect.

We all know the story of Harry Potter; how he vanquished the Dark Lord on Halloween night, year 1995. How he was hailed the Boy-Who-Lived; how his scar was a renowned famous icon that distinguished the Savior of the Light. But there had been a well-kept secret; there was somebody else in the nursery that night … a three-year-old girl named Athena.

Who is Athena you may ask? Athena is the name of a gorgeous, breathtaking and confident girl that could unravel Lily Potter's darkest secret and tarnish her perfect image she spent decades honing.

Curse of the Doppelgängers

"James, where is your daughter?" Albus desperately implored James Potter to speak the truth.

Growling, James forcibly disconnected eye contact with every occupant in the room, shame enveloping him and threatening to consume his very being, and the back of his eyelids burned with tears that would inevitably spill.

It has been two weeks since Harry Potter escaped the Third Task with his life hanging by the thread, thankful that he had reached the Triwizard Cup first since it had been a portkey leading to a graveyard at Little Hangleton where he was forced to participate in the ritual to bring Voldemort back to a corporeal form.

Although Harry escaped, Voldemort wasted no time in gleefully informing him with utmost smugness that his whole life had been nothing but a lie; people had been praising him, worshipping him, placing their faith on him to rid the Wizarding World of the Dark Lord Voldemort … and it had all been misplaced. Seven years of being trained by his father and godfather, Aurors James Potter and Sirius Black, Head Auror Alastor Moody and Headmaster Albus Dumbledore had all been for naught.

But the memory was witnessed in the pensieve and the truth was glaring at them loud and clear; Harry Potter was not the Boy-Who-Lived. Harry Potter was not the child who defeated him that Halloween night at Godric's Hollow.

The Order of the Phoenix was currently congregated at Black Manor which had been protected by a Fidelius Charm; the children were all segregated in the upstairs bedrooms waiting for the quarrelsome meeting to come to its end.

"I told you for the umpteenth time Albus! I. DON'T. KNOW!" James roared slamming his hand on the table to relieve his fury; his daughter, Athena … the daughter he ceased all contact with ever since that dratted Halloween night, SHE was the one that defeated Voldemort, the Light Side's only hope. And she was missing.

Lily shook her head, denial the main emotion on her face, "James, Albus, Voldemort is messing with our heads. He's causing pandemonium, trying to catch us off guard. Harry defeated him. It's Harry. It's always been Harry."

"Where have you been lass? Did you not view the same memory we did?" Alastor growled; years spent training the wrong child aggravated the war veteran greatly and he was in no mood for the chit's denial.

"But, but, Athena is a squib. You said so yourself," Sirius said, his handsome face the perfect picture of bewilderment.

Remus shook his head in confusion, "I don't understand. I babysat for her once a year before that Halloween night, and she levitated her stag plushy into the air. I saw it!"

"M-Maybe that night, when Voldemort attacked, maybe her powers abandoned her. Yes, yes, that's it! She probably lost them that night due to the backlash of the Killing Curse!" Lily shrieked, grappling for any excuse to cover the truth; her deepest, darkest secret must stay buried!

Before anybody could retort to Lily's ridiculous claim, a bright light shone in the middle of the conference room causing shouts and yelps to fill the room. The highly trained witches and wizards immediately had their wands deftly drawn, readying themselves for a fight while shielding their eyes from the blinding light.

Once it had dissipated, a woman could be seen in a regal stance, sharp hazel eyes acknowledging each member in the room. Only one word could describe her … she was, ethereal. With thick ebony hair cascading to below her waist, dark caramel skin with an oval face, sharp cheekbones and an angular chin; she was dressed in the purest white gown they had ever seen; in other words, the woman looked like she had dropped down to them from heaven.

"My apologies for startling you all and for interposing your sequestered gathering," she dipped her head in apology; she had a soprano voice and the connotations in which she spoke were very archaic.

"May we inquire who you are?" Albus asked politely; the lady didn't seem to be a threat. Contrary to the Headmaster's belief, the paranoid Head Auror had his misgivings and growled, "I say we tie her up first, check for any hidden weapons and then ask questions. She could be a Death Eater or a spy!"

"She has no Dark Mark," Nymphadora Tonks retorted in exasperation.

"I am not of this world, Alastor Moody. I am, to put it bluntly, dead," the woman smiled softly, as though conversing with spiritual beings were an ordinary occurrence.

"Dead?" Alice Longbottom squeaked, one hand covering her gaping mouth, while the other clutched her husband, Frank's arm in a tight grip.

"I have been sent from the Other Side to fix a grievous sin plotted by one of your own," if anyone noticed her hazel eyes glaring daggers into Lily's skull, then nobody uttered a word; Lily however, paled drastically and clutched her chest in fear.

"What do you mean, my Lady?" Albus asked at once, his sharp blue eyes flickering over to Lily in a mixture of doubt and confusion.

"I was christened the name, Ayana; born during the Middle Ages in Northern Europe before traveling to the New World for a better life, one of peace," the woman, Ayana spoke in mystical tones, forsaking to answer Albus' curious question.

"New World? Middle Ages? You, you died over, a-a thousand years ago," Marlene McKinnon-Black gasped, prompting many members of the Order to stagger backward in shock.

"Oh yes," Ayana smiled before replacing it with a grimace, "I spent century upon century forced to watch as my descendants and the universal population of human race and supernatural beings cause many errors, and destruction in their wake. I was given the purpose in educating you and possibly lend you aid with your current situation."

"Athena? You, you know where she is? Is she, is she okay? Happy?" James choked out, many emotions passing through his visage, desperation being the main one.

Ayana's facial expression morphed gravely, "I am sad to say that Athena's Fate has been written in stone, James Potter. Athena lived a life of ecstasy, sorrow, grief and love; however, she has many obstacles in her path, grave and colossally dangerous obstacles that she must succeed."

"What does that mean?" James growled, fear striking his heart.

"Is she the one who defeated Voldemort fourteen years ago?" Albus was the only person brave enough to demand the answer to that particular question that has been haunting them for a fortnight.

"I am afraid so, Albus Dumbledore," Ayana said, and she sounded pained to admit that fact. "She cannot help you. Not until Fate has dealt her the final blow."

"You mean … until she dies?" Sirius choked out; Athena was his goddaughter, but ever since Harry became the Boy-Who-Lived and she was sent away, he, like James had lost all contact with her.

"Yes … and no. I am here to present you with a book about Athena's life. It shall begin three months from now. It is crucial that you understand what you read. I will present you a list of names; only those on the list can be included in the readings," Ayana said solemnly.

"What has books got to do with anything?" Lily snapped rudely.

"Do not speak Lily Potter. I have no patience in entertaining your vicious conceptions," Ayana snarled, and for once, they witnessed her as the fierce and powerful being that she was. "These books shall aid you for the future. Before Athena could assist you, you must be aware of the perilous difficulties she is to face. I will be visiting you between intervals. Blessed Be."

As sudden as the mysterious Ayana appeared to them, she disappeared; the Order could be seen gaping like fools at the very spot she stood in shock and awe. Albus was the first to jolt out of his trance to pick up a book that appeared in his line of vision and cleared his throat.

"Albus Dumbledore, Minerva McGonagall, Severus Snape, James & Lily Potter, Frank & Alice Longbottom, Sirius & Marlene Black, Remus Lupin, Fabian & Gideon Prewett, Arthur & Molly Weasley, Alastor Moody, Nymphadora Tonks, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Bill, Charlie, Fred, George, Ronald & Ginevra Weasley, Harry & Jasmine Potter, Hermione Granger, Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood. These are the names given by Ayana."

"This is ludicrous Albus. I say we continue training Harry," Lily snarled vehemently.

"NO."

The Order turned around at the familiar sound of Harry's voice and was shocked to, not only see him, but the rest of his friends appear behind him.

"How much did you hear?" James sighed knowingly, pinching the bridge of his nose; his son was a prankster just like him and Sirius, and reveled in breaking rules.

Neville glanced sheepishly at his parents, "Since, uh, that lady, Ayana appeared."

Lily's eyes beseeched Harry, "Harry, sweetheart, -"

"No, Mom! I'm tired; so bloody tired. I recently discovered I have an older half-sister, that she was the one who defeated Voldemort all these years, that my whole life has been a lie. I've been training hard to defeat the psycho for when he finally returned, and FOR WHAT?" Harry ranted, breathing heavily toward the end; let it be known that Harry inherited his mother's vicious temper.

"I say we read the book. We've nothing left to lose," Remus said calmly, ignoring the betrayed look on Lily's face. "We'd be fools to ignore a warning from a dead spirit, especially one that came to offer us much needed help."

"Yeah," thirteen-year-old Jasmine piped up excitedly as she ran over to James' side, "I want to read about my big sister."

Albus jovially clapped his hands, "Very well. Let us all congregate in the living room and begin."

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