Harry Potter dreams that someone close to him is in the Veil. Tempted to know who and for what reason, Harry let the dreams continue. Until one night, he discovers that something grave is about to transpire. He’s determined to know why, even though the task is impossible to begin with.

Timeline: Summer before Harry Potter’s 6th year at Hogwarts
No Pairing
Genre: Drama/Adventure
Disclaimer: All of J.K.Rowling except the plot

Harry Potter dreams that someone close to him is in the Veil. Tempted to know who and for what reason, Harry let the dreams continue. Until one night, he discovers that something grave is about to transpire. He’s determined to know why, even though the task is impossible to begin with.

Timeline: Summer before Harry Potter’s 6th year at Hogwarts
No Pairing
Genre: Drama/Adventure
Disclaimer: All of J.K.Rowling except the plot

Cross-posting in Royalroad

Alternate universe of harry potter where James' mother never died. 
Harry Potter is owned by j.k. Rowling.

When a world-changing event happens in the Harry Potter universe, what do you think happens when nothing is ordinary anymore?

I don't own Harry Potter. This is my fan fic story.

What would happen If cursed child is not simple as it seemed?
What if You-Know-Who actually tried to have a contact with Albus Potter?
What if Harry founds out that his son is in a great lot danger than he thinks?
Find oit the answers in the "Harry Potter and the Cursedchild..RECREATED"Version..
New adventures ,new steps and new decisions..
That story of how Harry Potter and his worthy son Albus Severus Potter beat Voldemort and his daughter from reincarnating to the magical  world..

The author has written 7 stories ranging from fandoms of Harry Potter, Naruto to Bleach and X-overs with MCU and StarWars. Though none have been published as of 21 Aug 2019, they will be posted here during the year '20.

About Me:

1. Name - NeatStuff. Seems as good as any considering its what my mother always said my handwriting was.

2. Age - Somewhere between ten to thirty.

3. Occupation - Student/Teacher/Intern etc.

4. Publications - None (as of yet) [can't lose hope]

Fanfictions I read-

Anime/Manga

1. Naruto

2. Bleach

3. FairyTail

4. HighSchool DXD

Books

1. Harry Potter

2. Inheritance Cycle

3. Hobbit

4. The Lord of the Rings

5. The Lorien Legacies

6. Percy Jackson Series

TV Series/Movies

1. Supernatural

2. Arrow

3. Smallville

4. Grimm

What do I write?

- Mostly any genre based on a series/manga/movie that I like and prefer to indulge in.

- Main fandoms that I like and have written:

1. Harry Potter

2. Naruto

3. HP & Naruto X-overs with MCU specifically with Avengers, Star wars, Inheritance cycle, LOTR etc.

- Relationships that I prefer in my stories:

1. Harry/Hermione & Lunar Harmony

2. Harry/Multi - Daphne/Tracy/Ginny/Tonks/Hermione/Luna, you get the picture.

3. Harry/Mature - Amelia Bones/Narcissa/Bellatrix/Rita Skeeter etc.

4. Naruto/Hinata

5. Naruto/Multi - Anko/Hinata/Yugao/Ino/Fuu etc.

Usual Story Tone- My stories generally adheres to a strict Mature(M) rating as defined by the admins here, which means that graphic violence is kept at a reasonable level and no explicit sex scenes are involved just merely hinted at and sometimes gotten close to.

What I don't write?

- Slash M/M

- Major Character deaths

- Mpreg

- Yaoi/Standalone-Yuri

- The main character's changed gender

Works in Progress-

# Harry Potter - The Veiled Vestiges - An AU/EWE story involving time-travel and several attempts to wrench it off the usual track of clichē. Smarter Harry! Politically Savvy Harry! Powerful Harry!

(I have written near about 15 chapters for this fic. It is near completion as far as the rough drafts are concerned and after reviewing I will begin posting here soon.)

# The Veiled Vestiges - Last of his kind - AU story. HP marvel crossover with marvel cinematic universe elements and some comics stuff added in. Smart Harry! Resourceful Harry!

(I have written 6 chapters in total and have started posting since Dec '19)

# The Veiled Vestiges - Istari Chronicles - A Harry Potter and LOTR crossover.

# Emissaries of Angvard - A Harry Potter and Inheritance Cycle crossover.

# The Grimm Tales - A Harry Potter and Grimm(Tv series) crossover.

# Bleach - The Last Shinigami - An AU of Bleach. Bleach Time-Travel fanfic. Incredibly Powerful Ichigo.

# Naruto - Kakusera Konseki - An AU of Narutoverse. Naruto Time-Travel fanfic. Smarter Naruto! Strong Naruto!

(The last two fics are still in their infancy. I have completed 10 chapters so far and I am not happy with some of them. A revision would likely be my next step regarding this story.)

Some other works are also under progress but I will leave them be for now considering they are out of my hand and being beta'ed by some of my usual readers.

Miscellaneous Stuff-

- I have no policy on how you choose to critique me. Do so at your leisure and pleasure.

- I do not claim to be a professional writer but I have come a long way from being a bumbling idiot who wrote for fun to a moderately good enough writer, though, I still write for fun.

- I have taken up writing because I was sick and tired of seeing awesome stories go to tits up.

Standard Disclaimer-

These are works of purely speculative fiction. It is not intended to infringe on any rights by and of the companies and/or individuals involved in the production of any series mentioned here. The characters involved are the intellectual property of their respective authors except for the ones that are listed as an OC which are mine.

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.

Cold sweat trickled down Gabriel's back as he tossed and turned on his bed, and a serpentine hiss came from his mouth,which was quiet enough not to Wake the Python,which was sleeping peacefully in its usual place. The books on the small table floated around the room.What was happening?
Gabriel was in the same room again, trying to pinch himself to Wake up,but it didn't work,and he watched the black-haired man whisper in Latin, increasing his pain with each word. A few seconds later, he distinctly heard a man's voice: "Ego sum a magnus magus dicitur ad purgandum hoc puer ex eorum determinius, sic possunt ferre onus ipsius finis... with each loud word, the pain increased a hundredfold, driving Gabriel to the extreme...
After the man whispered, the pain suddenly stopped, and Gabriel abruptly lifted his torso just as there was a knock on the door:
"Hey! We're going to the dining room,are you with us?he heard two familiar voices that he had been listening to all day yesterday.
"Yes, you can enter the room now.
The door creaked softly and opened thanks to the effect of the spell "Alohomora" , and two boys in school uniforms entered the room:
"Um, You usually get up at this time,what happened?" Theodore asked, since the scene when Gabrielle was lying in bed at this time occurred only on their second day of school.
"Oh, nothing, just nightmares...
"Can you pack faster?" We're still hungry, for that matter.- said irritated Malfoy, for not very wanted to linger because, that felt themselves hungry.
"Oh, good," Gabriel said absently, groping for his robe in its usual place.
"Em, What are you doing?" they both asked the question out loud, because he was standing in the robe right in front of them, and they couldn't figure out what else he was looking for.
"Oh, I'm looking for the robe, I think I put it here.".. both boys could not stand this answer,and they laughed at the first time they saw him so clumsy and forgetful.
"Oh! there was a slap on the forehead,and Gabriel's morning headache had completely forgotten that he was wearing his robe, and he thought that he had not even taken off his wand holster.They laughed together and left the room, heading for the dining room...
Five minutes later, they were there, sitting down at the Slytherin table, eating and talking about all sorts of things,when, unexpectedly for everyone but Gabriel, the blonde known as the Ice Queen, Daphne Greengrass, came up to them:
-Hi. Gabriel told her, who noticed that she was already sitting down next to them.
"Hi," she said timidly, surprising the two children from a noble family who sat across from her and were always present at thoroughbred parties and knew of her cold attitude toward people. She continued::
"Thank you for saving me from a Troll.""..she said even more shyly, prompting an inner chuckle from Gabriel, who had saved her by accident, but decided to talk about it.
"You have nothing to thank me for, but when I ask you for help, you will help me, okay?""did he decide to use her services in return when the heiress of a rich noble family comes to you and gives you such a chance to serve?""
"Good!"she was happy because she did what her father told her in the letter when she told him about the situation. In fact, when Valentine Greengrass found out about this situation and the identity of his daughter's rescuers, he left his business, called the house elves and began to dance completely different dances in genre, but the same in dynamism and happy atmosphere,because he could get such a magnificent son-in-law, coming from three purebloods and the oldest families existing in the magical world. He also knew a magical story in which the Goldensons acted as second Habsburgs, but more successfully than the original ones.They were even related to them,since the Habsburgs had a Muggle-Born who went to Hogwarts, and then the younger branch of the dynasty entered into an arranged marriage with them.
But soon after their conversation, Daphne returned to her friends, leaving the three boys alone.However they were soon interrupted by cheers from the Gryffindors:
"Harry, it's a nimbus 2000, For God's sake!" Ron Weasley exclaimed happily, knowing that it would be much easier for Harry to catch the Snitch with such a broom.
"Ah, Harry, we can easily kick a snake's ass with a broom like that!" George and Fred Weasley called cheerfully. These chuckles from Gryffindor made Slytherin lower his head, because these "fools" had the technical superiority of their catcher,they could only hope that Potter is disgusting flying on a broom.However, Gabriel did not pay attention to this and continued to calmly finish eating, while discussing alchemy and interesting properties of potions:
"Hey, what happened?"- irritated asked he, not understanding why two boys not paid on him attention, after all he absolutely ignored Gryffindor, one of useful skills earned under life in a noisy orphanage, where every third yelled 24 on 7.
"Haven't you heard?""Potter has a nimbus 2000, one of the fastest brooms at the moment.
"So what?""Technical advantage is not everything, I think that Slytherins are much more experienced than Gryffindors and can win.this was said loudly enough for everyone at the Gryffindor table to hear.Everyone looked at Gabriel with hatred, especially Ron Weasley, who broke down and shouted:
-And you, snake, are able to do?"! Just use your tongue!But in fact, Harry is the youngest hunter in the last hundred years, and that's saying something! 
-What does that say ? About Oliver Wood's incompetence as a leader? I think that there are much better players in this position in Gryffindor, Potter simply justifies the nickname "Bastard of luck" - threw his venomous comment in the direction of Potter Gabriel, causing small chuckles at the Slytherin table, and Malfoy even laughed out loud.
"What can you do?"! You fall off the broom yourself, don't you?Ron said angrily, while Harry tried to calm him down,and Hermione stood there with an embarrassed expression because her friends were fighting.
"Want to check it out?" Let's have a race between me and Potter,if I lose, I'll leave you two alone,but if I win, you'll fulfill any one of my demands, no matter how humiliating or impossible it is."I'm not sure," said Gabriel boldly,because he knew he was better than Potter at flying on a broomstick,but he didn't like it very much,but this was a good chance to humiliate them both.
In response, Ronald Weasley stood up and walked over to Gabriel with his hand outstretched,which the latter shook as a sign of the conclusion of the dispute,they decided not to use the magic contract as it was in full view of the entire school,their reputation will be ruined if they do not fulfill their promises.
Gabriel turned his head to Madame Hooch, who was now sitting at the table, and said loudly:
"Madam Hooch, can we borrow the Quidditch field for a little while this evening?"Gabriel said respectfully, to increase the chance of getting a seat for the race.
Madame Hooch thought about it, soon she thought about it and decided to turn to the heads of the faculties of both boys,but it struck her that they were not against it, Snape wanted to humiliate Potter,and Mcgonogall to subdue the arrogance of Gabriel in relation to the two because of what she had to agree to it:
"Well, you can have a race tonight.-she said and left the Great hall, because she had to prepare for this event.
Meanwhile, the two houses were waiting all day, especially the first-year students who were rooting for Potter,and who for Gabriel,that even at the magic history of Professor Binns,who was a Ghost, simply ignored him and loudly discussed what would happen

Look at Gabriel's journey into a magical world of magic that he can hate or love with all his heart.How will he follow his father's path, or will a new Dumbledore appear , or will he choose a third party? 


I don't own the rights to Potteriana, except for MS

The phone rings.

"Hi Gabrielle, can i call you latter? I'm reviewing my notes for the interview tomorrow."
"The Google or Microsoft interview?"
"Google."
"Okay then. It's just that brother is complaining a lot recently of your absence in football's practice. He keeps saying that without you completely focused the team loses its mental leader and keeps bothering me to press you."
"I know, he just texted me. I will compensate next week. But I don't think you just call me for that. You little devil! You know I'm weak against your seductive voice. Don't do this to me, I really have to review the interview material. I'm watching youtube videos about group dynamic the whole day. Don't entice me anymore."
"Oh Arthur, I just miss you. It has been more than four days we don't see each other due to this interview. You are the number one of your class, does a lot of community work, there is no way you don't get this job. Let me relax you. You know i do a great massage."
"Stop, little devil.! I'm hanging up. I'll call you tomorrow."

I breathe deeply. Too much temptation for a boy in college. This girl is so gorgeous, just thinking about her massage and I have to take a shower to calm down. I can't let these thoughts take away my focus. Tomorrow is the day that will change my destiny.

I woke up early. I do my morning jog and my breathing yoga as usual. Brush my teeth, take a shower and put on my best clothes. When i'm ready to leave, my granny stops me. 
"Won't you take my blessings Arthur?" 
"Sorry granny, I'm just a little bit anxious."
"Ha! You don't have to be anxious you got our family genes, we never had a useless Smith. Just go there and show them how good you are!"
"Thanks grandma! I will not disappoint you, neither our genes. Hahahaha"

My granny is a tough woman. She raised me since i was a baby. My parents were scientists and were nominated to nobel prize. A few nights after I was born, my mother left the hospital to prepare for an event prior to the nobel, when some kind of spies from another country kidnapped them in search of secrets of their research. They were tortured and electrocuted so much that they were never the same. Every month we visit them and every time I look into their eyes I see nothing but a body without a soul, a mere shell of a human being. It is the most devastating feeling I've ever felt. I really think their souls are gone.

Oh God, why am I thinking these things now? Let me breathe slowly and think of good things. Football, my team, my friends, Gabrielle, Amanda, Anne, better stop thinking about women too. 

The interview room is packed. I see some familiar faces. Among them I see Martha, a senior I dated in my first year of college.  The first test is a group dynamics, as I had anticipated. We are divided into groups of eight and we are taken to another room. It is a rectangular room with nine chairs placed in a circle format. I obviously end up staying in Martha's group. We ended up amicably, at least that's what I thought when i hear a whisper in my right ear.
"Won't you, at least, greet me"
"I thought it was best not to show that we knew each other during the interview."
"Do you really think Google doesn't know we used to date in college? Google knows it all."
"You're right! How have you been"

In this moment, enters a very strange guy in the room. He is very pale guy, has a white-blond hair and is a little tall. He is wearing a branded suit, carrying a laptop.  He sits in the empty chair, opens the laptop and turn it on. He starts to click and look at the people in the room. 

When it comes to my turn, he looks at me for a long time, sort of analyzing my whole being through those grey eyes. I do not look away despite the discomfort. After several minutes, he smiles, gets up and leaves. Another person enters the room and says that the group dynamics is over. 

Martha then looks at me for answers. I shake my head to indicate that I don't know anything. As we leave the room, they begin to distribute papers with numbers. After the distribution, a random guy says the number 1 can go to the upstairs room. 

It's my number. So I quickly climb the stairs and come across a small yellow door. Upon entering, I feel a strange energy in space, as if I have traveled a long distance.

In this new room, there are two armchairs and among them a small table with a different chess. I look more closely and identify it as a copy of the wizard chess of the Harry Potter universe. 
I sit in the nearest armchair and keep looking at the chessboard. I can not help but think of J. K. Rowling's books. I grew up reading the Harry Potter books. 

I remember as if it was yesterday. I had just finished my football practice and was waiting for my grandmother to arrive when a friend called me to go to the library to pass the time. There he begins to show me a horror book he had just finished reading, pointing out other books I should read. I've never been much fan of the horror genre. I found such books a bit silly. My friend started talking about one of the books and I started looking at the shelf when I noticed a thick book called Harry Potter and The Sorcerer's Stone.

I begin to read and quickly find myself immersed in the history. My friend says that this book is too big for a 9-year-old boy. I ignore him and when I'm reading about Harry talking to the snake, the man in charge of the library tells me that my grandmother is waiting for me. The fifth book of the collection was released when I was 11, I grew up along with the characters in the saga.

Obviously, I loved Hermione, but the character I always had the most empathy was Neville. Our life stories have always been very close. Parents tortured by opposing forces, raised by grandmother.  Of course, at first, I had a bit of contempt for the way Neville behaved. For me, he was a weak minded person who was not respecting the honor and memory of his parents. I used to think that I would be much greater than him if I were in the same situation. At least I would be a wizard as powerful as Harry at the end of the saga. Of course with the evolution of the character, it becomes evident that he became a great wizard and I came to respect him much more. But still, I can not help thinking that it took too long.

While I am immersed in the world of Harry Potter, I fail to notice that there is a person sitting in front of me. "It seems like you know the world of Harry Potter well, Arthur."

It was the same guy of the other room. I just nod with a bit of fear of looking again into this guy's eyes again. He then picks up a folder from somewhere and starts narrating my whole life. My birth on July 30, 1992,  the attack on my parents, my school curriculum, my community work, even comments made by teachers, team mates, ex girlfriends... I just can't stop thinking the Martha's phrase "The Google knows it all". It starts to get a bit scary when he starts reading third-party comments. Opinions of people about me, my choices and attitudes, things that have never been said to me before. So, finally, he stops and when I look at him he asks "Is that you?" 

I barely nod and then he asks me "Do you like Harry Potter Artur?"
"Yes, I really like the books. It's a very well written book. I am part of the generation that practically grew up along with the characters."
"Ah, yes, but what would you say if I told you that this world exists? That you not only grew up with these characters but you're actually one of them?"

I'm about to say it would be wonderful to be a wizard, but soon i start to consider that this is some kind of tricky question.

"Forget you are in a job interview. I want to know your true thoughts. 'Being a wizard and having super powers would be wonderful' is a very vague answer. I want you to imagine a different world, a world parallel to yours. A world where magic exists and all the souls here present also exist there, with different lives and destinies, but, in fact, the same souls, with the same genealogy. Can you do that?"

What the fuck is going on? Can he read my mind? To imagine a whole new world? What kind of job interview is this?

"Let me ask you a simpler question. What character would you be in Harry Potter? Look, it's not the character you'd like to be, but the character you most resemble."
"You have my files, my history resembles a lot Neville's."
"And if i told you Arthur, you and Neville are the same person. What is your thoughts on that?"
"We're not the same. Although there are several similarities, there are also several differences."
"Hahahaha, you really are a funny soul my dear friend. But you have to consider what I said earlier, different worlds, different stories and destinies. I know you do yogas and have read many metaphysical books, among them Helena Blavatsky. So you should know that there is a big difference between your individual soul and your personality."
"Yes I know. My individuality represents the set of my past lives, all that I have been able to evolve from past reincarnations. While my personality is who I am today, Arthur Smith. The first is my whole being, the second is the developing part of my being."
"Correct, and as you know, every being alive has the goal to evolve. Every person is born in a particular family, in a particular place, in a particular socioeconomic situation, with a single goal, to evolve what she has not been able to evolve in past lives. You, my friend, have failed as Neville Longbottom, but appear to be succeeding as Arthur Smith."
"Wait a second! Doesn't Neville develop his courage at the end of the Harry Potter story? In addition, in the book The Cursed Child Neville turns auror and professor of Hogwarts. What did Neville fail?" 
"That is if you consider this last book to be true. It is a simple matter of logical analysis. England loses a lot of wizards in the war against Voldemort and manages to keep their wizard sovereignty? As you know, there are wizards in all parts of the world in the Harry Potter universe, Europe is just one of them. Let's consider a bit of wizard history. In the early 20th century, a good part of the European wizard community follows Grimdenwald in his attempt to conquer the world. In this battle, Dumbledore sought alliances with Eastern and American wizards, led respectively by the USSR and USA.  Then, after less than one hundred years, a new world threat arises in the same europe, but this time it's an internal war, mainly considering European wizards. That is, both Eastern and American forces remain stable and strong. 
Now, after the fall of Voldemort, the European wizard community is weakened and without Dumbledore or another great symbol of strenght. What do you think would happen later then?"
"Eastern and American attacks with the excuse of preventing new Voldemorts..."
"And how would the world's former largest wizard community reacts?"
"It would not accept it, there would be new wars ..."
"And that leads to the end of the world that you know as the Harry Potter universe."

I gape! I had never thought about it, but it is so logical! God, with so few wizards, how the Ministry of Magic would defend its treasures? He would be swallowed up by the other wizard's powers. I daydream and start to imagine all possible scenarios, and all of them result in war or subjugation. 
Then I start to wonder who is this person in front of me?

"Ah, of course you should know me. My name is Gerald Grosvenor Junior, but you should know my other name Draco Lucius Malfoy.

Arthur Smith is a only child boy that remembers a lot Neville Longbottom from the Harry Potter series. 
They both lost their parents when were babies and were raised by their respective grandmothers.
The difference lies in the fact that Arthur is a early bloomer. He is the mental leader of his football team and a very respected figure in his college.
He is getting ready for a job interview when his life changes.

This is a fanfic of Harry Potter. The MC is transported to the body of neville Longbottom, two years before his entrance in Hogwarts. What changes can he possibly change to the history?

*** One day in Harry's school library, when Harry is 8.
Harry closed the lid on his latest book, another one from the fantasy genre. It was reasonably well written but the protagonist of the book made it through the entire story entirely on his good luck and a bunch of flukes.
From his own experience, Harry knew that luck had never been on his side. At that moment he decided that he wouldn't rely on luck to solve his problems but then came across the next dilemma.
How would he solve his problems?
The Dursleys' malnourishment of him meant that he wouldn't be becoming particularly strong anytime in the near future.
He had to become smart, beyond the norm and talk his way through life.
That would be the only way he could survive.
*** Privet Drive, when harry is 11
"Fetch the mail, boy." Vernon ordered Harry.
Harry silently went and retrieved the mail, flicking through all of the letters quickly, while walking back to the dining room.
He stopped dead in his tracks at the last letter.
Mr. Harry J Potter
Cupboard under the stairs, Privet Drive, Surrey
There was a letter for him! He had never received a letter before, and he knew that Vernon would never let him read it if he ever saw the letter.
On his way to the dining room, Harry slid the letter into his cupboard before reaching the breakfast table and giving the mail to Vernon and silently moving to clear the plates, which Vernon and Dudley had demolished, including the one piece of toast that Harry had.
Harry didn't bother protesting.
Vernon put down the mail with a satisfied grunt, "What took you so long, boy?"
"I slipped and dropped the mail." Harry lied with a straight face that showed regret.
Vernon sneered, "Shoulda expected it of a freak like you."
Harry nodded quickly and almost sprinted to his cupboard. When he was inside, he eagerly opened his letter.
Dear Mr. Potter,
You have been admitted into the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, please send you acceptance by owl, no later than the 30th of August this year. The first day of school will be on the 1st of September,
Yours,
Assistant Headmistress McGonagall
Below the letter was a list of ridiculous sounding books and things to buy.
Harry's heart sunk a bit, but he held some hope. He didn't know what an owl was, so he nicked a pound from Dudley and stole a sheet of a4 paper from Vernon and mailed an acceptance letter to 'Hogwarts'.
He had little hope that it was actually going to work, but sending a letter wouldn't hurt right?
In his letter he had included that he needed proof that magic existed.
*** Next Day
The Dursleys heard three sharp raps on their door, just after dinner.
"Open the door, boy."
Harry nodded and went to open the door, and saw an old woman standing outside in extremely old fashioned clothing.
"Hello, I'm Harry, who might you be?" Harry asked politely.
Minerva nodded, "I'm Professor McGonagall, Harry, it's my job to introduce muggle-borns and muggle-raised to the wizarding world."
At this she frowned, "Though it was expected that your aunt and uncle would already have explained the wizarding world to you."
Harry snorted inwardly and was about to answer when Vernon bellowed from the dining room.
"BOY, WHO'S AT THE DOOR!"
Minerva's lips thinned a bit at the derogatory tone in Vernon's voice.
Harry had to think fast, he couldn't lie because McGonagall would become suspicious, but telling the truth would risk the Dursleys throwing McGonagall out of the house altogether.
In the end he decided to tell the truth, "Somebody from a place named Hogwarts." Harry said softly, hoping for the best.
Vernon stormed into the room.
"Look here, I won't be paying for some fool to teach the freak magic tricks." Vernon snapped at McGonagall.
McGonagall's lips thinned some more.
"Mr. Potter will be attending Hogwarts no matter what a muggle like you thinks of it." She said back before ignoring Vernon completely.
McGonagall pointed her wand at a chair in the corner of the drawing room and levitated the chair.
"At Hogwarts, you will learn several branches of magic, including Charms, Transfiguration, Potions, Defence against the Dark Arts among others…"
McGonagall took a breath, "Let me also warn you that due to events that took place while you were a baby, you've become a somewhat famous personality in the wizarding world. Would it be convenient if I took you to Diagon Alley tomorrow?"
Harry smiled politely, "If you give me the directions and the money, I'm sure I could find my way myself."
McGonagall shook her head. "I'm afraid that muggle-raised are to be escorted to Diagon Alley on their first visit."
Harry cursed inwardly but smiled outwardly. "Then sure, we can go tomorrow afternoon, it is a Saturday."
As soon as McGonagall left, Harry was shouted at, kicked in the ribs and thrown into his cupboard in Vernon's fit of anger.
*** Next afternoon
McGonagall picked up Harry when she was supposed to, noticing but not commenting on Harry's very well hidden wince as he walked.
She gave him a cap to wear before they reached a dirty looking pub that everybody else in the vicinity seemed to ignore.
McGonagall led him through the pub, exchanging a few words with the bartender, Tom, before she took him out the back.
"To get into Diagon Alley, you need to swipe your wand, when you get it, along the bricks like this." McGonagall demonstrated and the wall moved aside to let them through into the bustling magical alley.
Harry stared around in barely concealed wonder. McGonagall hid a smile at his reaction.
"Our first stop will be the Wizarding Bank, Gringotts. Your parents left you their sizeable fortune. We will be making a withdrawal from your trust vault."
They walked up to the teller.
McGonagall nodded respectfully.
"What may I do for you?" the teller asked coolly.
"Mr. Potter would like to make a withdrawal from his trust vault."
The goblin nodded, "Key, please."
McGonagall provided the key, pulling it out of her purse.
The teller, 'Griphook', led them to a cart and belted them in, and sat at the front, as the cart took off at high speeds, falling and rising rather like a roller coaster.
Harry thought that it was designed that way to disorient passengers so that potential thieves couldn't find their way around the underground tunnels of Gringotts.
With a screeching halt they reached Harry's vault.
"You will have to wait outside, Professor." Griphook stated.
McGonagall nodded and waited in the cart.
Harry went inside the vault with the goblin and filled the pouch that McGonagall had given him to the brim with golden galleons, taking as much money as possible.
"McGonagall said this was a trust vault. Does that mean that I have a family vault too?" Harry asked, while filling his pouch with money.
"You do have the Potter family vault but you may not access it till you are 17 or emancipated by the ministry." Griphook stated emotionlessly.
Harry nodded and went back out with his pouch of galleons.
"That's more money than you will need." McGonagall stated.
Harry flashed her an innocent smile. "This way I don't have to come back to get my money for Christmas presents."
McGonagall nodded her acceptance. "Just don't waste it all on candy or anything like that."
"Yes Professor." Harry said.
The first place that McGonagall took Harry too was Madam Malkins, the clothing shop.
Harry inwardly wrinkled his nose at how impractical wizarding robes were but smiled politely and stood completely still while Malkin measured him and the boy standing next to him.
"Hogwarts too?" the blonde next to him asked.
"Yes." Harry said.
The Blonde extended a hand.
"Draco Malfoy."
"Harry."
"Named after the whole 'Potter craze' were you?" Draco asked.
Harry smiled sheepishly, "Yes."
'Potter craze? Am I that famous!?' Harry thought.
"What house do you think you'll be in?" Draco asked.
Harry hadn't heard about the houses yet, so he answered vaguely.
"Don't know yet, do we." Harry said, making his question sound rhetorical but still there, in case he was supposed to know.
"No, I suppose we don't, but I know I'll be in Slytherin." The blonde puffed out his chest self-importantly.
Draco finished first and his father walked into the store to pick him up.
Nobility, Harry noted, while Draco and his father walked off.
After the clothing shop, Harry was taken to the bookstore.
Harry smiled widely.
"I'll pick up your potions ingredients and you can pick up the books on your list." McGonagall said, before taking two galleons from him and bustling off as if she had done it a million times before.
Harry quickly picked up his school books before picking up a few on customs and traditions, some on Runes and Arithmancy and a few other texts he thought would be useful to keep himself ahead of the class. He also picked up some books that claimed to be about him.
McGonagall came to pick him up and muttered 'Ravenclaw' when she saw the pile of books that Harry had picked up.
Next, McGonagall took Harry to Ollivanders wand shop.
Harry didn't let himself look rattled by Ollivander's speech which left the creepy old man looking somewhat disappointed.
"Ah, Mr. Potter, I've been expecting you. I'm sorry to say that I sold the wand that did that."
Ollivander reached out a hand and touched Harry's scar. Harry had to work hard to not flinch at Ollivander's touch.
After a long line of wands, Harry finally found one that responded to him.
"Aah! SO curious, very curious." Ollivander commented.
"What is?" Harry asked.
"The phoenix that gave the feather for this wand also gave the feather for the wand of you-know-who!"
Harry looked slightly confused. "Who?"
"The man who killed your parents," McGonagall whispered.
"Oh." Harry didn't know how to respond.
He numbly paid the 7 galleons, thinking about this you-know-who fellow.
McGonagall handed him a cage.
"Here, I bought you something for your birthday."
It was a snowy owl.
"Thank you!" Harry responded.
McGonagall almost smiled. "What will you name it?"
"Hedwig."
*** Hogwarts Express
McGonagall had explained how to get to the Hogwarts Express, Harry managed to wheedle Vernon to take him to Kings Cross at the threat of the 'freaks' showing up again.
He had arrived early and picked an empty cabin.
A red-headed boy opened the door to his cabin.
"Can I sit here, everywhere else is full."
"Sure." Harry smiled back.
"Hi, I'm Ron, Ron Weasley."
"Harry."
"Blimey! Are you Harry Potter!"
Seeing no way out other than outright lying, Harry nodded, already taking a dislike to the redhead.
"Yes."
"Are you really!"
"That is what I just said."
"Do you remember that night!?" Ron asked excitedly, irritating Harry some more.
He had read the book about what had happened. Apparently, the dark wizard Voldemort had shot a killing curse at him but it had been reflected back onto Voldemort and killed him instead, and Harry had been hailed as the savior of the wizarding world, personally, Harry found the story laughable. Obviously, it had been his parents who had done something. With his extremely rudimentary knowledge of runes, he knew that it was very easily possible to reflect the killing curse as long as there was an equal powering source, in this case, the taking of one soul, which considering both his parents died before him was quite possible yet all of the rune experts of the wizarding world were clueless about the possibility. Harry had vowed to do more research into runes and such.
Harry politely said that he didn't remember anything as he was but a baby at the time and the awkward silence returned.
A bushy-haired girl burst into their cabin, interrupting Harry's musing.
"Have you seen a toad, Neville's lost one." She said in a rush.
"No, but you could ask one of the older students to summon the toad," Harry suggested.
Harry had practiced a lot of spells but the summoning spell was 4th year, and quite a bit further than he had tried, though he knew the incantation.
"Oh, I didn't think of that, thanks!" the girl said and left.
"Mental, that one," Ron said rudely.
"She was only helping this Neville fellow," Harry defended her, lightly.
"Probably Neville Longbottom, the squib." Ron snorted unattractively.
Harry frowned slightly, "If Neville were a squib, he wouldn't be on the Express going to a school of Wizardry."
Ron rolled his eyes.
Harry found himself quite disliking Ron and his rude tendency to talk shit about people he didn't know.
Harry pulled out his book and started reading.
"Why're you reading?" Ron asked incredulously.
Harry looked over his book.
"To gain knowledge," Harry said, politely.
"But! But! You're Harry Potter, you can't be bookish!" Ron almost shouted.
Harry's expression hardened a bit and he looked back at his book.
He really didn't like the redhead's attitude toward books.
*** Hogwarts
With the rest of the students, Harry took the boats to Hogwarts.
He nodded politely at McGonagall while she was giving her 'House is family' speech.
He ignored Ron's exclamation that they would have to fight a troll.
He clapped after the hat's song and waited his turn, not showing any of the nervousness he was feeling about the sorting.
"Potter, Harry." Called out McGonagall.
Harry stepped forward confidently and walked up to the podium, ignoring Draco's 'you didn't tell me you were the Harry Potter!'
Harry sat on the stool and let the hat be put on his head, feeling nervous. He really disliked the idea of the hat being able to see all his memories.
"Oh ho, what do we have here! You'd be an amazing Slytherin…" the hat spoke in his head.
Harry agreed, personally, but he couldn't let himself be perceived as a 'filthy snake' by the rest of the school.
"You do know that that is even more reason to put you in Slytherin." The Hat sounded amused.
"I will be in Gryffindor." Harry thought back.
"Very well…" The hat sighed, "If you must, then, GRYFFINDOR!" the last word was shouted out.
Harry took off the hat and headed to the table which was dressed up in red and had two more red-heads shouting about how they got Potter and noted that Draco was looking disappointed at his sorted and a little disgusted.
Harry sat down next to Hermione, the bushy-haired girl from the train, who started rattling off what the books said about Harry.
Harry smiled lightly. "The books about me are all false."
Hermione looked almost comically enraged. "But books are always right!" she shouted.
Harry smiled. "Who was there to witness what actually happened that night."
Hermione frowned and fell into the trap, "You and Voldemort."
Harry inwardly laughed at all the flinches that people gave at the Dark Lord's name.
"I can assure you that I've never given an interview and Voldemort is dead, so where does your book get its facts from?"
Hermione looked extremely stunned.
"I-I…"
Harry smiled lightly at her, "Just something to think about."
*** Next Day
Harry woke up early at 5 am, and had a quick bath before returning and reading some more, practicing some late 1st year spells till 6:30-ish when some other boys in the dorm started to stir.
Harry headed down to breakfast early and had a quick and light breakfast before taking out his book on an art known as Occlumency and started reading.
He received his timetable, along with incredulous books from Ron, for reading a book and he went to his first class, Transfiguration with McGonagall.
He got to class, barely on time and waited for McGonagall to arrive before noticing a cat next to McGonagall's table and remembered that she was a cat animagus.
Harry winked at the cat, who stared at Harry.
Ron and another boy from Harry's dorm, Seamus, landed up late for class.
McGonagall transformed from the cat into herself and got a few screams and surprised looks.
She lectured them for a while before giving them a matchstick and telling them the incantation to turn it into a needle.
Harry took and deep breath and performed the transfiguration, pushing his magic into his wand, magnifying it and saying the incantation and imagining the needle he wanted, intricate and silver.
It took a long second, but the matchstick turned into a needle with a soft pop.
McGonagall swept over to Harry.
"5 points to Gryffindor, Mr. Potter, amazing needle, first try too! 5 more points because of the intricacy."
McGonagall just got back to the front of the class, as Hermione managed to finish her transfiguration.
"Ms. Granger's done it too! 5 more points to Gryffindor." McGonagall said pleased that 2 people had completed the complex transfiguration in such quick succession.
Harry worked on trying to make his transfiguration more intricate. He tried to engrave a pattern into his needle and managed, though he began to start sweating.
McGonagall picked up the engraved needle, admiring the pretty if simple pattern on the small needle.
"Good job, Mr. Potter, but remember not to exhaust yourself."

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

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