Set in the year 2520 where there are no set families you can't be what you want to be. Everything thing is set up for you at birth the girl you marry is chosen for you, your family chosen, even your animals are chosen for you. You have no choices in this world and this world doesn't want you to succeed. So what do you think's gonna happen?

Set in the year 2520 where there are no set families you can't be what you want to be. Everything thing is set up for you at birth the person you marry is chosen for you, your family is chosen, even your animals are chosen for you. You have no choices in this world and this world doesn't want you to succeed. So what do you thinks gonna happen?

Chase is a 17-year-old, whose abusive parents just died, he still has no clue how to live, decides to live a radical lifestyle. Set in crime-ridden Miami, he decides to become a vigilante. 
With the help of a system given by fate.

Chase is a 17-year-old, whose abusive parent dies, he still has no clue how to live and decides to live the way he always wanted to, with the help of a system.

(First book, noob author what else could you ask for)
DON'T t EXPECT MUCH, I DO THIS FOR FUN

a story of death lord minion after the death of his lord. set in a fantasy world where the realm regain its peace after hundred thousand of year under the reign of a death lord.

Ellsie is the eldest daughter of Duke Rosewood and was set to be the next head of her family. However before she could take the role, her stepmother coaxed her father into making the heiress her daughter then with the help of the girl's husband the Duchess succeed into killing Ellsie. 
When Ellsie awakes as her 16-year-old self, she immediately seeks help from her childhood frenemy Prince Lucian in exchange for information.
But what happens when Ellsie finds there is something more important than revenge?
But will she still be able to save herself? 
Will she be able to save everyone?

[A Harry Potter Fanfiction]

Follow Quinn West, who finds himself in the world of Harry Potter, but are things as they seem, is the world he has landed in the same as the one he once read about. 

Will Quinn able to find his way in this new world? Will he ever be able to feel like he belongs here?

What opportunity would the magic of this world provide him? Will it lead him to the light or drown him in the dark?

Tag along as Quinn makes his way into the world of magic as he discovers the secrets behind the infinite potential behind the magic that is within his grasp.

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This novel is my escape from the burnout that I suffered from my other novel. I have no solid plotline planned, there will be no definite release schedule. The reason for me writing is to improve my writing skills, light my brain cells.

As you know that there are so many Harry Potter Fanfictions out there, it is the largest FanFiction community out there, and as I write this novel, I don't have anything in my mind that isn't already out there, but I am trying to create a piece of transformative work that would pick up ideas from that wide community and create a work that would be enjoyable to read.

So, give this content a chance, and I hope that this novel would stand up to your expectations.

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"Very simple, I found Director Fu, and Director Fu asked the hotel attendant to open your door for me."
    "Scheming." Yan QingChi commented.
    He shook the box in front of him, "So what are you sending me?"
    "You can open it and take a look." Jiang MoChen said.
    Yan QingChi tore the tape, opened the box, and found that it was some special snacks in this town.
    "You have been here to film for so long, have you eaten all of these?" Jiang MoChen asked him.
    Yan QingChi shook his head, "I spend most of my time on the set. I leave the set and go back to the hotel. I really don't have time to wander around this town and eat the special snacks here."
    "I guess that's the case, so I bought some and we will try it together."
    Yan QingChi looked at him and felt that as time passed, he became more tender and considerate.
    He looked at the snacks in the box, and suddenly thought, "You just came here, what should I do with the baby? Does QiQi know that neither of us will spend the New Year with him?"
    "Am I the kind of person who does things so incompletely? Of course, I brought QiQi here. QiQi is right. We are a family, so naturally we should celebrate the New Year together."
    "What about QiQi?" Yan QingChi looked around in the room, "Where did you hide him?"
    Jiang MoChen sighed, "Do you know what QiQi we mean?"
    "you me him?"
    "And his baby brother." Jiang MoChen looked at Yan QingChi and said helplessly: "So he wanted to bring YanYan with him. As soon as my mother heard that I was going to take YanYan out, she immediately said that she was coming too. When he is coming, my dad is naturally not to be outdone, so the final result is that everyone will celebrate the New Year together this year."
    Yan QingChi was stunned when he heard the words, and then couldn't help but laughed, "It can still be like this, it's really amazing, my little QiQi has such a right to speak at home."
 

    Jiang MoChen smiled and said, "It's okay. I have always celebrated the New Year in X City before. This time I am going to play in the New Year. You can also look at the local customs and change your mood."
    "Do parents think so too?"
    "Yeah, it's not as long as we are together, wherever we celebrate the New Year, we are all reunion."
     
    Yan QingChi felt that what he said was right, but felt that it was just because of himself that so many of them were tossed once, a little embarrassed, and moved inwardly, "Thank you."
    "Between you and me, still talking about this." Jiang MoChen looked at him.
    Yan QingChi lowered his head and smiled, did not speak any more, just reached out and held his hand, and slowly clenched it.
    When QiQi saw Yan QingChi, his happy eyes were curved into small crescents, and he ran directly towards him, threw into his arms, and shouted, "Daddy."
    Yan QingChi picked him up and asked him, "Does QiQi miss Daddy?"
    QiQi nodded, hugging his neck, "QiQi hasn't seen Daddy in a long time."
    Yan QingChi kissed him, "I see it now."
    "Yeah." QiQi kissed him too, smiling with his eyes bent.
    Bo Yan saw Yan QingChi coming back with Jiang MoChen, but did not see his mother. He raised his head and asked Bo Feng, "Where is my mother?"
    Seeing the longing in his eyes, Bo Feng felt a little uncomfortable. Fu Minzhi is different from Yan QingChi. Fu Minzhi is the director and the core of the crew. She can't leave the entire crew in the hotel tomorrow, but she will not show up and enjoy the joy of meeting her son. So she did not agree to Bofeng, but just took some things for Bofeng to bring to Bo Yan.
    "Your mother said she can't go away, and she will see you again when she is busy. This is what she gave to you." Bo Feng handed over what Fu Minzhi had given him to Bo Yan.
    Bo Yan took it, opened it and looked at the food in the bag, pursed his lips, and said nothing.
    Seeing him like this, Bo Feng was a little bit unbearable. He knew that Bo Yan wanted to spend the New Year with Fu Minzhi and him, otherwise he would not have to clamor to visit the class with the Jiang family, nor would he express that. He didn't go. When Boyan went in Jiang MoChen's car alone, he shouted to him to sleep on the train.
    He looked at Bo Yan's head down and did not speak, and he couldn't help complaining to Fu Minzhi. In her heart, her work is always the most important. Whether he or Bo Yan, she needs a movie for her. Dream concessions.
 

    It's just that Bo Yan has already arrived here. He wants their family of three to reunite so much. Bo Feng really can't bear to bear this new year. It started from his disappointment, so he sighed, "Go," he stretched out his hand and held it. After the doctoral study, "Isn't she unable to walk away? Then we go to her side, the mountain is not just me, we are the mountain."
    He said, asked Jiang MoChen for the car key, and took Dr. Yan to the door.
    Bo Yan was stunned for a while before reacting, "Are we going to find mother?"
    "Correct."
    "Then we can celebrate the New Year together?"
    "Correct."
    Bo Yan immediately became happy, "Daddy, you are so kind, Daddy, you are the best Daddy in the world."
    Bo Feng snorted, "You just feel that way now."
    Yan QingChi never dreamed that he would be able to reunite with Jiang MoChen, QiQi, YanYan this New Year, nor did he expect him and Jiang MoChen to be dating like an ordinary couple at the beginning of this new year.
    They got up very early and walked around this small city together on New Year's Eve morning. Because of the cold weather, he and Jiang MoChen wore masks, and no one was surprised, let alone pay attention to them. They bought some local gadgets in the small shop that was still open, and they bought fireworks for QiQi. The two walked along the street, step by step, as if there was no end forever.
    Yan QingChi looked at the people around him, this was their second New Year together. They changed a place to celebrate the New Year, but they were still happy.
    After New Year's Eve, Yan QingChi was going back to filming. Jiang MoChen and QiQi wanted to stay with him for a while, so they didn't have to go home in a hurry. They discussed with Yan QingChi and went to visit his class the next day.
    Jiang MoChen's appearance naturally attracted the attention of the rest of the crew, and they speculated who he came to see. When they finally discovered that it was Yan QingChi, they actually felt that it should be the case. Just couldn't help whispering, "Yan QingChi and Jiang MoChen have such a good relationship? This is New Year's Day."
 

    Everyone was puzzled, but they didn't think that they were a couple. After all, although same-sex marriage is already legal, everyone seems to subconsciously default that same-sex relationships are more of friendship.
    Yan QingChi got off the scene and saw Jiang MoChen sitting alone in his chair and waiting for him, a little curious, "What about QiQi? Didn't you say that he is coming with you? Why are you alone?"
    Jiang MoChen explained, "We ran into Bo Yan and Bo Feng on the way here. Bo Yan said that he would take him to see the puppy. I thought you were still filming. It didn't make sense for him to wait, so let He went to play with Bo Yan, and when they were playing, Bo Summit sent him over."
    Yan QingChi nodded, "Look at the puppy, it should be at Su Qing's place, wait a while, we can go and find him."
    "it is good."
    QiQi and Bo Yan were indeed on Su Qing's side. After Bo Yan heard Fu Minzhi say that there was a black dog in the crew, he was very curious. Fu Minzhi asked his assistant Chen Xi to take him to find Su Qing, and Bo Feng was fine. He didn't want to see Fu Minzhi's work, so he left with Dr. Yan, planning to go around on his own.
    Through this period of getting along with the puppy, Su Qing has gotten into it very well, allowing Xiao Hei to follow her instructions as required by the play.
    "Xiao Hei, shake hands." She stretched out her hand and Xiao Hei raised a front paw as expected. Su Qing shook hands with it, poured some dog food into the basin, and gently touched it.
    QiQi and Boyan were surprised when they saw the puppy shaking hands with her. They walked over to look at the puppy, looked at her, and asked her, "Sister, can it still shake hands?"
    Su Qing didn't know them, so he unconsciously raised his head to look at Fu Minzhi's assistant.
    Chen Xi smiled, "This is Dao Fu's son. I want to come and play with Xiao Hei for a while. You accompany them to play with Xiao Hei for a while, okay?"
    Su Qing understood, nodded, and said happily, "Okay."
    She looked at Bo Yan and QiQi and replied, "Yes, it will shake hands."
    "Sister, can you hold it again?" Bo Yan asked her.
    "Yes." Su Qing said, extending his hand to Xiao Hei, "Xiao Hei, shake hands."
    Sure enough, Xiao Hei raised his front paw again.
    QiQi was very excited, "I also want to shake hands with it."
    "Put out your hand," Su Qing taught him, "I will hold your hand and shake it in a while."
    "Can it?" QiQi was a little scared, "Will it bite me?"
    "No, Xiao Hei is very good."
    When Chen Xi saw the children playing with them, he told Bo Feng that he still had something to do and went back first.
    "Go." Bo Feng felt that there was no point in keeping her, so he let her go.
    He watched the three children playing with a dog, a little bored, and just happened to answer the phone when the phone rang.
    The phone call was from the little girlfriend who broke up before, crying for reunion, Bo Feng was helpless, "We have all broken up for almost a year, why do you still want to reunite?"
    "I already knew it was wrong, I won't do it again in the future, I just can't forget you, even after so long, I still like you."
    Bo Feng didn't want to deal with his relationship problems in front of Dr. Yan, so he went to a place farther away and said to his ex, who had already broken up, forget it, all the points are divided, why bother.
    When Zhang Cong quarreled with President Wang and left the set angrily, passing by Su Qing, he just heard the happy laugh of "hahaha".
    He is in a bad mood. Hearing other people's laughter at the moment, he only feels harsh. Zhang Cong turned his head and saw that Su Qing and two children who didn't know where they were coming from were talking and laughing, and he got angry.
    He has always worshipped the virtues of high and low, bullying and bullying, and because Su Qing accidentally bumped him on the day of the boot, he always likes to trouble Su Qing, not to mention that he is in a bad mood right now.
    "Smile, do you think the set is yours?!" Zhang Cong cursed.
    He roared so fiercely that QiQi was so scared that he didn't dare to laugh. Su Qing heard that it was him, afraid that QiQi and Bo Yan would be scolded, and hurriedly explained, "No, they..."
    She was interrupted by Zhang Cong before she said anything, "You are really good, just let the casual staff come into the set, are you responsible for the things that happen? What about the field affairs? Drive out the two little ghosts."

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Description
His filming opportunities were taken by others, his boyfriend cheated on him, he gave up a rich, tall handsome fiance and devoted himself to a scumbag. In the end, he was beaten to death by the scumbag. Yan Qing Chi felt that although this danmei cannon fodder supporting male that he transmigrated into was troublesome, it was kind of tragic that he died like this through his own actions.

So, the first thing that Yan Qing Chi did after taking over this body was to catch them in the act and beat up the scumbag! The second thing that he did, was to agree to the marriage proposal from the aristocratic fiance.

However, Yan Qing Chi stared down at his big belly. Who can tell him what the heck this was?! Don’t tell him that he transmigrated into a mpreg novel???

Standing on the side, the tall, rich, and handsome Film Emperor Jiang asked carefully, “Babe, do you want a boy or a girl?”

Yan Qing Chi: Do I want a WHAT?!

Associated Names 
穿成影帝作死未婚夫[穿书]

Author 
林盎司

Tags
Acting Adopted Children Arranged Marriage Bickering Couple Calm Protagonist Clever Protagonist Couple Growth Cute Children Engagement Familial Love Fast Learner First Love First-time Interc**rse Handsome Male Lead Modern Day Mpreg Past Plays a Big Role Popular Love Interests Power Couple Pragmatic Protagonist Pregnancy Showbiz Slow Romance Transmigration

"Can you tell me what era and year it is??" Han Fei suddenly rose up and took the boys by surprise.
"It's year 246"
"year 246..." Han Fei decided to recollect his thoughts a bit and think about the situation he was in. He time-traveled by accidentally falling into a sewer, his belonging is still with him. His phone is still working it seems.
The two boys in beggar clothing took off when a female voice called for them. Han Fei glanced over towards the direction of the calling. There stands a female in similar peasant-like clothing.
"I told you to not go run off on your own and interact with strangers! You two are almost 10 years old, you little two rabbits should understand that this plague has killed a lot of people and it's highly contagious"
The young female yelled at the two boys as the two boys ran to her. She glanced over at Han Fei with eyes of distrust. Han Fei naturally let out a half-hearted smile at her as he stood up.
"Hi, you there, don't come any closer, this village does not welcome outsiders at the moment due to the Great Plague"
Han Fei nodded at the young female as he gathered his belonging from the ground. He realizes that the woman must be distrustful towards him since he wears a completely different costume than her. Explaining to her that she came from the future will only make him seem like a lunatic.
He sighed and decided to find a cool spot to think about his next set of actions. Before he left, he heard the woman letting out a cry for help.
"Someone help me! My brother Little Shi collapsed! Please, someone from the village!" Han Fei stood there as he saw the boy that was nagging his cloth collapsing on the ground. He wondered what was happening.
"It's too late, Luo Na, get away from the boy,  you know that you will get the plague too if you stay near him!"
An elderly man came rushing to the cottage where the woman was from another road that led to a set of trees. It seems like it's a mini-village of 10-12 straw made cottages right behind the trees.
Out of instinct as a Pre-med student, Han Fei walked towards the woman. The woman looked at Han Fei with eyes of distrust and backed away a few steps.
"It's you, you caused my brother to be sick!" She cried at Han Fei. After a brief moment, Han Fei mustered some courage and said:
"It's ok, I am a doctor, I will help your brother" The young woman's eyes of distrust slowly turned into a well of tears as she sobbed. Her tears mingled with her silky black hair that drifted down her cheek.
"It's the Great Plague, the Deadman Plague" the young woman let out these words with intermittent sound of wheezing from her tears. 
'The Great Plague? What is that..' Something ringed in Han Fei's head but he could not remember exactly what this woman is referring to.
He took a glance at the boy, his bluish lips and bluish skin represents that his oxygen level is low. After a brief examination, he concluded that the boy suffers from a common virus that mutates the Redblood cell in such a way that oxygen molecules cannot be carried by it.
Then, he remembers this event from his medical history class, in which the professor delineates the horror of this virus rampaging through China around year 238 all the way till year 250. It was later in Tang Dynasty, a famous chemist in China was able to mix certain herbs to find a cure to this disease. 
It is true that he may not able to become a full-fledged physician during his era, but Han Fei will not sit idle and allow innocence to die while he has full mastery of diseases. 
"I promise you, I will cure this boy" 
A light of hope shined through the young female's eyes.
...

After bombing his med school examination, Han Fei has lost all hope in his life. What seemed to be the end is only the beginning after he gets teleported back to two thousand years ago during an era of pandemic. Can he save the people using what he knows?

Whoosh thud, whoosh thud. Two bullseyes. Dead middle, perfect form and aim. Alexandra has been shooting since she was five years old. Shooting arrows at hay barrels, anything and everything. She had been taught how to shoot by her father who also taught her how to fight and protect herself. They were a small family, Alex being the oldest, then her younger sister Emily. Emily was six years younger than her, Em being ten and Alex sixteen. They were the happiest they could be. The outskirts where they lived were not for the faint of heart, it wasn't suburban but neither was it country. Everyone lived in poverty according to the rich, to Alex they lived better than most. Gangs prowled the streets at night and the military ruled the roads during the day. The military prevented any activity other than what you were given, for kids that was school and adults was to work in the factories, the military were there because the leaders of the country thought they needed to protect their citizens. But everyones knows they are only there to keep the workers on task, the factories meant everything to them. They earned little to nothing compared to those in the city. It wasn't the best life but they did what they had to.
Whoosh thud.
"Alex" called the next door neighbour. His name was Josh, a tall muscular blonde boy. He was the same age as Alex and went riding with her often.
"Yup" responded Alex.
"You want to go for a ride?" He had been teaching Alex to ride for the past six months, he had said she needed to properly know how to ride and began teaching her.
"Sure" she strapped her bow to her quiver and filled the arrows back into it, she grabbed her small dagger and shoved it into its sheath on her thigh, she took this everywhere in case something bad happened and strode off toward the rusty wire fence. It was a small fence easy to jump over.
They walked around to the paddock on the other side of his house, passing a rusted clothesline and a broken shed. Everything here was either rusted or broken due to lack of maintenance, nobody could be bothered or had the time to fix things.
Strapping the saddle to the horse and jumping up.
"Where to?" Alex asked.
"I hear the river is a nice place to cool down on a hot summer's day" they had been to the river every summer as it was the only place where the shade was decent and wasn't watched by the military. The river was outside the town's boundaries but that didn't stop them.
The pair galloped over the plain field. Alex loved riding, feeling the horses muscles contract under her thighs, the wind whipping her face blowing her brown hair out behind her. It was invigorating, as long as you don't get caught there's nothing stopping you from feeling free. 
The ride to the river was shorter than she would've liked. The trees that surround the river are dense and it took a good half hour to get through them. The clean water that rushes down stream was cold from the shade and refreshes them both. 
"How's your family?" Alex inquired.
"Oh, you know the usual, bored of the same bland colourless food, ma's annoyed at the guards again she says they shouldn't carry guns because nothing happens in the town everyone's too dead to do anything" that was life here nothing good or exciting ever happens, usually.
"I heard a rumour that 16 year olds were being forced to attend a ball this year" Alex said.
"Oh yeah? I wouldn't be surprised the new town mayor loves balls. And it's tradition for 16 years to do something each year. What was it last year again?"
"I'm pretty sure it was a dinner party or some other stupid thing, remember it was called 240e dinner party"
Josh chuckled to himself. It had been a stupid name, all it the name had been was the year and what the venue was. The thick trunks gave them privacy as they neared the river. Alex breathed in the cool air, sliding off the horse, She set to work roping the horses to the trees. Josh a little way off was busy taking his shoes off.
"Are you going to help?" Alex called.
"Nah I'm busy" Alex couldn't help but roll her eyes, boys she thought.
After the horses were secure Alex pulled her own shoes off and placed them on a rock nearby, she placed her feet in the water to cool down. Letting the blue liquid roll over her feet as she talked.
"I was being serious about the ball"
"I know, but I don't understand why your concerned"
"Well for starters we're sixteen and secondly if there is a ball who has the money for fancy ball gowns or suits?" Alex said matter of factly.
"Maybe it won't be a ball then, perhaps a shooting contest" Josh said with humor in his voice.
"Yeah right, the town mayor's way to posh for something like that, more like a fancy tea party with ragged looking teenagers."
"That's it, just what the new mayor would want to do, have a fancy tea party with teenagers" Josh said with as much sarcasm as possible.
They laughed together for a bit before Josh splashed water on Alex's face.
"Josh!" Gasping Alex went to tackle him into the water, succeeding in splashing water into his face and getting both of them drenched. Laying in the water laughing they were suddenly cut off when a high pitched ping interrupted them.
"Is that your phone?" Alex asked, everyone was required to have a phone, the ones they had were school issued phones, they weren't the worst phones but then they weren't the best either.
"I didn't bring mine, it must be yours"
Walking towards her bag she thought of how free she felt with Josh. 

Alex, good news! The 16 year olds this year are having a ball!
They've given everyone $1,000 for a dress, you're so lucky.
The ball is next week on Monday at the town hall, come home so 
We can talk - ma.

"It's a message from ma, she says the ball has been confirmed and everyone's been given 1,000 dollars for dresses and suits, guess they don't want anyone to look bad" Alex called over her shoulder.
"Yeah, the mayor wouldn't want his photos ruined by the way we look." Josh said in reply.
"Ma says we need to come home as well" Alex had started to work on getting her shoes on, they were tough to get on, fitted boots always were. Josh strode over to where she sat on the rocks.
"I'll ready the horses" he was staring at her while she fiddled with her shoes.
"I'll help in a minute" shoving her foot into her shoe Alex said "just got to get the other shoe on" she said through gritted teeth.
Josh chuckled lightly again, fiddling with the reins tied to the tree "why don't you get easier shoes to put on?" 
"Because" still struggling with her shoes "I like how these look, and they're comfy once they're on"
"Well when you're done the horses are ready" 
The ride home was like always, too short but fun and free. Once home the horses were placed in their paddock, Josh and Alex set off to greet the storm that awaited them inside.

"Oh sing sweet nightingale, Sing sweet, High above" sang Alex's mother "Oh sing sweet, nightingale, Sing sweet nightingale, High— Alex! Your home, finally, only took you and Josh a thousand years to get here" waving her spoon angrily at them before continuing to stir the soup which she was making "sit down we have to talk. The mayor has given us each a thousand dollars for your dress and of course Josh's tuxedo, your mother is on the way here by the way, she's bringing the bread for dinner" she said this while pointing her spoon at Josh again, Josh swiped his finger over the spoon that was pointed at him and popped it into his mouth.
"Mhmm, that's good soup Charlotte" Josh testified, while Charlotte, Alex's mother, glared and made disapproving noises at him for touching the food.
"I can't believe the mayor gave us a thousand dollars to spend on clothes," Alex said.
"Neither can I Alex but I assume the money we don't use goes straight back to wherever it came from" Charlotte replied.
"When's the ball Charlotte?" Josh inquired.
"Alex! You didn't tell him?" Charlotte yet again waving her spoon around as if to make a point, "well Josh the ball is on Monday night and we will be going shopping tomorrow"
"Tomorrow?" Alex stared at her mother in disbelief, "no way, Josh and I were going to go riding tomorrow"
"Well now you can't" Charlotte said with the tone she used when arguments were over.
Charlotte added some herbs to the soup and ladled it into eight bowls before instructing Josh and Alex to carry the bowls to the dining room table. The dining room was a large room with a fireplace set into the wall on the far right, it had soft plush couches set in front of the fireplace, there were some photos onto of the fireplace in one of them Alex was with two boys, one was Josh and the other was her cousin, at least that's what Alex's ma said, the other boy had blond hair and brown eyes. A grand table made from a dark wood was set in the middle running the length of the rest of the room, the wall directly behind the table was set with tall windows that showed the front garden and in it the roses Charlotte likes, the walls were painted a cream colour and the curtains were a dark red. Josh and Alex placed the bowls on the set table.
"Josh," called Charlotte "your mother and brother are here, your fathers running late" 
"Guess that makes two" Alex mumbled under her breath, their fathers worked in the factories and were never on time for dinner.
Josh and Alex said their hellos to Josh's ma, Rose, and his brother, James. 
"I hear there's going to be a ball" Rose chatted over dinner "and Charlotte this soup is amazing!"
"Thank you Rose, and yes there is going to be a ball and I can say our children are going to be the best dressed there" Charlotte's voice slowly rose to an excited high pitch.
Alex looked down at her own dinner, it was very delicious but it looked so horrible. All bland colours and bits of vegetables sticking out here and there, it looked like vomit yet somehow it tasted amazing. Charlotte was an amazing cook, anything she makes tastes wonderful. As for the ball Alex wasn't too excited, she didn't mind getting dressed up for the occasion and spending time with Josh was always fun but she preferred the company of animals than other humans, especially others her age, she thought herself to be very different. 
"Josh" Charlotte started pulling Alex from her thoughts "aren't you excited for this ball?" Charlotte questioned.
"I actually am, there will be pretty girls and food, my two favourite things"  Josh did a sideways glance at Alex who rolled her eyes and thought for a second time boys.

They continued their dinner chatting happily about the upcoming dance. Alex was consumed by her thoughts again. She kept thinking of the time her father taught her how to shoot, young Alex was given a bow and taught how to notch the arrow, "That's it  Alex, now pull your hand up to your face and line the arrow up with where you want it to go, then... shoot!" Alex's father had said, they had laughed afterwards because of how far the arrow had missed the mark she was going for. It was a pleasant memory that always brought a smile to her face whenever she thought about it. Alex missed the days when she could laugh with her father for hours, now with the factories up and running her father was always at work, they rarely had time to go shooting let alone laugh for hours. 
"Alex hello" Alex's father waved his hand in front of her face "earth to Alex".
"Oh sorry pa" Alex jump up from her seat and gave him a big hug,"I didn't realise you were home"
"I could tell Alex, caught up in daydreams were you?" Alex's father said jokingly. Causing the group to start laughing. Welcomes were exchanged around the table for both Alex's father, Sebastian, and Josh's father, Lincoln.
"So what's all this fuss about, everyone seems to be in too good of a mood for my liking" Lincoln said. Picking up his spoon and with a look of disgust taking a mouthful of charlotte's soup, his disgust changed instantly to more of a curious look, like someone who has just eaten a clump of dung only to find out it's chocolate.
"Well" charlotte started placing her hands on the table,"our children are to attend a ball next week"
"All four of them?" Lincoln asked through a mouthful of food,"whatever for?"
Charlotte looking like she's trying to decide if this man is being serious or if he's joking with her, "not all of them just Josh and Alex" 
"Why?" Lincoln asked
"Because" charlotte drew this word out making it sound like it was the most obvious thing, "they are sixteen and this is the activity they will take part in this year"
"Oh it's this time of the year, by the moon and stars save us all" Sebastian said.
"I agree, save us all" Lincoln replied.
"You two are terrible" hitting Sebastian on the hand with her spoon, then pointed it at Lincoln, "and you, you will help and not complain like you usually do" waving her spoon around, Alex couldn't help but glance at Josh who was looking back at her across the table, silently they laughed together at both of their fathers getting threatened by Charlotte and her spoon.
Sebastian and Lincoln stared down at their bowls for the rest of the chat.
"Well, tomorrow is Saturday so we'll go shopping," Rose said. "Charlotte and I will go with Alex to look at dresses, Lin and Seb. You guys go with Josh to help him buy a tuxedo. It needs to be formal wear and you cannot buy anything if I am not there, do you two hear me?" also picking up her spoon and pointing it directly at the two of them. Dinner was over then, they all helped clean up the dishes laughing and singing in the kitchen, they then said goodbye to the ray family.
"Goodbye Alex," Josh called over his shoulder.
"Night Josh" the ray's were fun and they tend to have dinner together each night, they were practically related.

Alex and Josh never saw this coming.
What happens to those who witness murders? When your world is turned upside down and inside out how would you deal with it?

Disclaimer: Being neither British nor Japanese, it should therefore come as no surprise that I own neither Harry Potter nor Naruto, nor anything from their respective franchises.
 
Rumors and speculation about the Chamber of Secrets, the Heir of Slytherin, and the attack on Mrs. Norris ran wild through the student body. Theories on the identity of the so-called Heir ranged from the understandable (like Draco Malfoy), through the tenuous (like Harry Potter), to the borderline insane (such as Queen Elizabeth the Second). Hermione had, to nobody's surprise, shared the legend of the Chamber with her housemates, and progressively more distorted retellings spread from there.
Iruka had shared what few clues they had regarding the creature they'd been chasing that night with S.E.N. and the adult Lovegoods, all of whom were now putting in what time they could reasonably spare to pore over tomes on magical creatures of various types. Unfortunately, nothing they could find so far seemed to fit even the limited profile they had.
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The first Quidditch game of the year arrived, and Iruka once more found himself in the stands. This year, the Slytherin team seemed to have supplemented their reliance on brute force and dirty play with the use of the top-of-the-line brooms with which Lucius Malfoy had apparently bought his son a place on the team. It was no wonder the boy was so insufferable, if his father spoiled him so thoroughly as to spend what had to be a sizeable chunk of money just to feed his son's schoolyard rivalry.
It had barely been ten seconds since the game began when one of the Bludgers seemed to home in on Harry, who easily evaded it before one of the Weasley twins knocked it toward Pucey on the Slytherin team. Strangely, it almost immediately changed course and again aimed for the Gryffindor Seeker. Soon both twins had assumed escort duty beside the young Potter, repeatedly smashing the Bludger away only for it to turn and make another run. Not feeling any sakki, Iruka couldn't tell whether this was an innocent (albeit dangerous) malfunction, a bit of cheating by the Slytherins, or yet another attack on his student. A scan of the stands didn't show anyone maintaining the same kind of focused contact Quirrell had used to jinx Harry's broom the previous year.
While this was going on, Iruka idly noted through the rain that had just started that the Slytherin team were making heavy use of their fancy new brooms. Their Keeper wasn't enjoying his much, its speed and acceleration being a bit too high for the short movements he needed to make and its construction too precise and delicate to use the broom itself to help block shots as other Keepers did at times. Fortunately for him, there weren't many shots for him to block, as his Beaters had unchallenged control of the Bludger that was functioning properly, and this combined with their speed allowed them to constantly disrupt the Gryffindor Chaser formation. Said Chasers also weren't getting many opportunities to steal the Quaffle, both because of their opponents' superior speed and because said opponents had almost completely stopped bothering to pass to each other. What little teamwork and guile they'd shown the previous year had been greatly degraded by their improved equipment; with nobody able to really get in their way, whoever got the Quaffle held on to it, clearly aiming to get personal credit for as many goals as possible. Fortunately for Gryffindor's keeper, they were relying almost exclusively on speed to get their shots past him, making them far more predictable, even if he was having trouble getting into position quickly enough to make use of that insight.
After several minutes of frustration and futility, Gryffindor called a time-out. "Good," Iruka commented, "hopefully they can get that Bludger looked at and working properly."
"I wouldn't bet on it," replied Filius. "Such an examination wouldn't be allowed during the game; the only way to make it happen is to end the game, which during a time-out could only happen through forfeit. Someone has, whether through cunning or blind luck, managed to sabotage the Gryffindors in a way that simply cannot be corrected during the game, leaving them forced to choose between playing it out with the added handicap or surrendering the win. Given what I know of the players involved, I strongly suspect they will take the former option."
The Ravenclaw Head's prediction proved correct, as the players once again took to the air. Gryffindor's strategy seemed to have changed, however, and Iruka intended to scold whoever came up with the idea: Harry was now flying unprotected, leading the rogue Bludger on a wild chase and leaving the rest of his team to play without its interference. He soon shot back into the area of play, leading the bludger towards the Slytherin players while exploiting his ability to outmaneuver it in order to leave his opponents briefly in its path. It was such an insane, risky tactic that Iruka could only think that Harry's Quidditch robes should be orange instead of crimson.
Harry's flight patterns suddenly changed, and it was clear that he'd spotted the Snitch and was now bearing down on it. Unfortunately, this shift in his focus kept him from paying sufficient attention to his pursuer: Just as his fingers wrapped around a glint of gold, the Snitch's bigger, angrier brother smashed into Harry's leg, which promptly bent somewhere there wasn't any joint. As the young Gryffindor spiraled down to the pitch, the Weasley twins immediately moved to corral the rogue Bludger.
Iruka reached the pitch along with many other spectators, and approached Harry just as Lockhart was apparently attempting some sort of healing spell despite the injured boy's pleas to the contrary. Moving quickly (though not so quickly as to give anything away) he grabbed his colleague's wand hand, keeping the wand within pointed away from anyone. "It really is rude to cast spells on someone without their permission, Professor. Perhaps it would be best to allow Mr. Potter to be taken to the Hospital Wing and Madam Pomfrey's expert care?" While his smile was bland, he made sure to put enough steel in his tone to add some emphasis to his 'suggestion'.
"Well, I suppose if you and he insist. Really, I could have that fixed in a trice, save the poor lad some time and pain..." Iruka tuned out the continued blather of the fool that somehow remained perfectly-coiffed in spite of the drizzling rain.
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While Harry's broken leg was more or less fixed in under an hour, it was still a bad enough break that Madam Pomfrey had Harry stay in the Hospital Wing overnight to make sure the healing took without any complications. Before leaving him to the matron's tender mercies, Iruka made sure to scold his student for such a reckless and dangerous strategy over a school game. "If you're going to risk your life, make sure it's over something worth dying for," he told the boy.
By the next morning, it turned out, Harry had company: Colin Creevey had apparently snuck out of Gryffindor Tower after curfew, and wound up petrified much like Mrs. Norris. The Gryffindor Seeker also quietly informed Iruka that he'd had another visit from Dobby during the night, the House-Elf claiming credit for both the malfunctioning barrier at King's Cross Station and the rogue bludger that had injured Harry.
After getting Harry's report on Dobby's reappearance, Iruka once again made his way to the Headmaster's office.
"It is actually something of a relief," the aged wizard said, "that this 'Dobby' was warning of the troubles we are experiencing. Better that than having both those and some other dire problem. Still, this is all most perplexing. The involvement of a House-Elf, particularly one not known to our elven staff here at Hogwarts, suggests that the instigator of these incidents is likely a member of one of the wealthier and Darker Pureblood families; the abuse suffered by the poor creature and his statements only heighten this likelihood. My best hypothesis is that Lord Voldemort somehow left one or more of his followers with instructions regarding the opening of the Chamber, possibly along with whatever 'key' might be required. Alas, it is an incomplete idea at best, and gives us nothing presently actionable."
Iruka nodded in assent. "One thing I was wondering," he asked, "Harry mentioned your reaction to the damage to Colin Creevey's camera - was there something familiar about it?"
"Indeed there was," Albus replied, "a similar incident took place during the previous opening. As with Mr. Creevey's camera, the innards of the camera held by the petrified student were catastrophically damaged."
"What were the circumstances of the other attacks? While I'm assuming that all of the victims were of so-called 'impure blood' there might be other common factors or patterns that might help us. I'm sure you and others have already looked for patterns, but with these new attacks and some fresh sets of eyes, maybe we can come up with new insights."
Dumbledore nodded, and began describing in detail the previous set of attacks: The first was in late fall, a first-year Ravenclaw girl sitting in an alcove on the third floor and looking out a window. A fourth-year Hufflepuff boy was attacked next, standing on the shore of the Black Lake near the edge of the Forbidden Forest. Third was a second-year Gryffindor boy on the second floor, looking through his camera similarly to Mr. Creevy. Fourth was a sixth-year Gryffindor girl, touching up her makeup on the sixth floor. The fifth was a seventh-year boy from Gryffindor, on the outer ramparts after curfew, who the staff suspected but could not prove was using his telescope in an attempt to peep into the windows of female students. Finally, the fatal attack on a third-year Ravenclaw girl in the same washroom outside which Mrs. Norris was attacked on Halloween. He proceeded to bring out his Pensieve and show Iruka his memories about the previous attacks, and both men looked over each remembered scene in as much detail as the medium allowed. There were no breakthroughs, but Iruka couldn't help but feel like there was a connection and he was missing it somehow.
Shaking off his frustration, the chuunin asked the next question on his mind. "When will Mr. Creevey be able to resume classes?"
The Headmaster's face fell. "Unfortunately, it may well be June before the school's crop of mandrakes is matured enough for use. Mandrake is not commonly cultivated; its primary use, the Mandrake Restorative Draught, is only truly needed for the most severe of cases. With such little demand, there is little reason for growers to take the time, effort, and risk of producing large quantities. The small supply, in turn, results in very limited availability and often rather high prices, with mandrake crops often entirely sold months before their harvest. To purchase one or more doses of the Draught, or the mandrake root required to produce it, on short notice would be quite expensive."
"Ironically, the good fortune of having mandrakes already growing in our greenhouses is actually delaying Mr. Creevey's restoration: We have a guaranteed source of mandrake at a fraction of the normal cost, and since the child is likely one of the safest people in the castle in his present state there is no urgent need to cure him of it. Further, we can already infer from the previous set of attacks that he will not likely be able to provide any information that would help in halting the current set. Hogwarts' budget is already strained as it stands, and due to the influence of blood-purists in and upon both organisations, neither the Board of Governors nor the Ministry of Magic are willing to offer up the funds. The aforementioned lack of danger also leaves those few philanthropists that do care for Muggleborns hesitant to contribute. Further complicating matters is the fact that this is unlikely to be the last such attack, given previous history, and nobody wants to set a precedent that would compel them to keep contributing additional monies to help subsequent petrification victims."
Iruka sighed. "I guess that makes sense, even if it's not a particularly pleasant kind of sense."
 
A/N: This was not an easy chapter to write. Trying to keep Dumbledore consistent in his portrayal without introducing major plot holes can get really, really hard sometimes.
Yes, the first petrified student Dumbledore speaks of is a reference to Harry Crow. I couldn't not. The boy with the telescope was inspired (inasmuch as it used the telescope) by 'The Sinistra Ward and the Chamber of Secrets' by Irish216, second in what is currently an ongoing (and slow-updating) 3-fic series.
Just an FYI, Chapter 25 has been tweaked again: A review from user "iluvstorys" prompted me to make clear that the ropes wrapped Iruka's entire body.
In response to guest reviewer "Schullek": I could have sworn that I read somewhere that Isolt Sayre was believed to be a Parselmouth, but unconfirmed as one, but the Harry Potter wiki confirms that she could understand snakes but not speak to them. I'll be fixing that when I post this chapter.
Fic Recommendation: "The Game of the Gods" by Limyaael - A Lord of the Rings fic, in which Morgoth keeps trying to make trouble in Middle-Earth by sending in various Mary Sues, only for Varda to destroy them by applying a bit of reality and logic.
Posted 15 July 2018
Current WIP Chapter: 63

NOT MINE

Umino Iruka and the Will of Fire by Leicontis

After the usual feast and sorting, with those horrible songs and Dumbledore acting like a weirdo again. I mean honestly, the man might be the most powerful around, but does he have to make people think he's gone senile, it really annoys me and makes me lose trust in his abilities even if I know how intelligent the man is.

After getting into the best room for third years in the tower, cause I'm the best of the year not just the house, and modifying as I please once again, it was time to get my goals for the year in order.

1. Work towards my masteries in the chosen subjects: Charms, Potions, Transfiguration, DADA, Herbology, Healing, Dueling, Warding, Ancient Runes And Arithmancy. I'm going to flex so hard. Most of these will be projects until my seventh year. From what I understand of the requirements to achieve a mastery, the applicant must show true mastery of the subject theoretically and practically, but I want to go further and develop originals for all the subjects. Technically speaking I've already done so for potions, herbology and Arithmancy due to my new brewing and growing methods, as well as my incredible number of modified spells. The dueling will require me to get more experience as it is straightforwardly a duel with a skilled tester, so I'll have to be able to destroy the man/woman. Transfiguration is kind off a more free form branch of magic so showing extreme skill in the area will be the only way, plus goal 3 will help. Not gonna do CoMC because I can't really think of a good reason to do so, but I'm pretty sure Christian will want to, so I'll help him with that later.

2. Become well known within the school for something other than my looks and grades. This plan will actually involve me trying to start up an official study group for anyone who wishes to join and possibly trying to start up the dueling club before Lockhart comes and ruins that for everyone. Plus if the second one works it's yummy experience for me.

3. Start the process for becoming an animagus. I've already achieved my corporal Patronus, something supposed to help identify ones animal form, which turns out to be a Phoenix. I doubt I'll actually turn into one, but turning into a similar bird seems likely. This will help with my Transfiguration mastery.

4. Start developing my tech/magic ideas. I've some ideas on how to make some muggle technology work around magic and it's time I make them realize that muggle tech is not useless or always worse than magic. Everything will be put up for sale in the FIRM center, under Micheal Folster's name.

These will be my goals and ambitions for the rest of my time at Hogwarts. If everything goes well I won't really need to do my seventh year, but I want to participate in the triwizard tournament as a means to establish myself properly in the wizarding world. 

And so began the school year. As third years it was time to chose electives. In my case I chose Arithmancy, Ancient Runes and Care of Magical Creatures. Divination, although theoretically useful, I do not possess the gift for, and Muggle studies is over a hundred years behind the actual thing and is extremely pointless for a reincarnated muggle so I'm out. Three subjects will be more than doable since I have my handy homework quills, which I think I'll get James and Christian to help them out with the increased workload. Speaking of them, James will be taking Arithmancy and Runes with me since I told him how useful they are with charms and enchanting, while Christian will be taking CoMC and divination as a freebie, since I told him most people can fake it and still get good grades in the subject.

As usual I have to say having the RoR and a time-turner is a godsend since I can just put the second me in there while I study outside of it, giving me free research time.

My new classes were pretty boring for me because of how advanced I am, but I make sure to use my time effectively especially in Ancient Runes. My plan for both my mastery and the tech/magic hybrids is to make binary code into a valid for of Runes. Since they are 1's and 0's they can be minimized to have the maximum amount of space, they can easily be made to appear to be moving around or dancing together to stop anyone from deciphering the codes and a wizard would have to learn the code itself to even be able to understand what each line will do. This is my more immediate project so I'm putting more attention on it. Arithmancy has the same problem, but in this one I'm figuring out the proper math for my original spells for my Charms and DADA masteries. I want to create a new form of protection and a spell truly made to go against the dark arts, something along the line of a Patronus but I'll see. CoMC is just basically a fun break for me and Christian. We've studied and he's played with everything Hogwarts could possibly provide. It was a nice experience to be playing with the less dangerous creatures like Kneazles, Nifflers and Streelers. Like I said fun break.

As everyone was getting into a groove, I also resumed my time with Madam Pomfrey, who really likes when I call her Professor when she's teaching me. Although my knowledge in the individual components of healing are great(potions, herb and charms), one still needs hands on experience and with my results Professor Pomfrey has been more and more inclined in letting me handle cases. This inadvertently made my name spread through the castle as a skilled healer.

With that momentum coming without me planing for it, i decided it was time to try and set up my little study counseling. So I just decided to post that if anyone wanted help on some spell, potions or any assignments in general, i would be happy to help any who came to one of the abandoned classrooms on the main floor. I've also specified that anyone who comes can ask for the help of other willing participants. It would happen twice a week, Monday's and Wednesday's after supper. I got permission from three heads of house for this one, didn't even ask Snape because he really doesn't like me. Wonder if the homework has anything to do with.

The only requirement for participating was to be respectful and polite to all those who come. Origin, house, money, grades, none of them matter in the room. The only thing people who come here are to be doing is either seeking help or giving it.

On a side note, having a few house-elves at your service really helps in setting up a room. I used a good space expansion rune set to make it possible to fit a lot of people, with many tables, comfortable chairs, a sectioned firing range with dummies where I made sure to stop any sounds traveling to and from it, and I've also included a few shelves full of study guides for students in their 1st-7th years. I turned the place into a perfect student help center basically.

"Mate are you really sure about this? It's not that everyone in our year doesn't how smart you are, but will they come?" Asked Christian who decided to support this project of mine.

"I don't think that's the point Christian. People don't need to come, they just need to know that there is a place which is willing to help them." Answered James.

"Like James said, it doesn't matter if they come now, as long as someone wants some help I'll do what I can. Plus if no students come then we can just study and practice in this room of ours." I say confirming James' statement.

"Fair enough." Shrugged Christian. "Alright you said you'd help me with actually training those DADA spells while I'm here." He then said to me and dragging me to the dummies.

"That I did, but I want to start you off with one of the most important spells a wizard can learn first." I replied with a smile.

"Oh yeah? Which one?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Protego." I answered with a large toothy smile.

"Well damn." He simply says as he guessed what was gonna come.

"Don't worry Chris, I'll only used stinging hexes and tickling charms" I continued as you can almost see horns and a tail on me.

"James! A little assistance here!" He yelled out in desperation.

"Don't look at me, I've got that spell down pat." He said, ignoring his pleading friend.

"You traitor!" He screamed.

15 minutes later he was on the floor wheezing as he cursed at a silver haired demon. No idea who he was talking about, I'm a beautiful angel. He was getting the hang of the spell though.

After that, I went over to James and we got talking about enchantments. He seemed to be really passionate about being able to imbue magical properties to objects, so I took out my vanishing boxes. I'd actually forgotten to give these guys a copy of my prototypes.

"Hey Chris, stop whining on the floor! I've got a new toy to show you two!" I yell to my lightly traumatized friend.

"Yeah yeah, I'm coming." He said as James was getting rather curious about the boxes.

Christian finally joined us and I could explain.

"Alright, these little babies are my prototypes." I then said with a smile.

"For what?" Asked James as he was looking at the from every angle.

"Instantaneous messaging and letter delivery. Got the inspiration from vanishing cabinets." I answered proudly.

"Wait! Really!? You figured out how to do that?" Snapped both of them as they realize what these were.

"Yeah, been using it to keep in touch with my family for the last month. They work by choosing the number you want to send to and place the message in it, close the lid, point your wand and say send. Presto you just sent it to whoever. It even works to the Hogwarts wards so I'm pretty it can get to anywhere in Britain so far." I explained further.

"That's awesome Aedan. And made these all by yourself?" Asked James.

"Yeah, it was actually my summer project." I said while rubbing my nose with pride.

Christian was about to ask some more question but then the door opened. A small Asian girl from Ravenclaw walks into the room looking very shy. She had long shiny black hair growing to the middle of her back, small freckles on her nose, typical black eyes, and it looked like she would become rather attractive after she grew up.

"Alright you two no starring at the first customer, she's nervous enough as it is. So get to working on your own stuff and help each other out." I say to my friends as they realize they've been staring a bit too intensely.

"Sorry about them, they're friendly, just surprised someone actually came. My names Aedan Bones and you are?" I say trying to sound nice and approachable.

"Um, I'm Cho Chang. First year from the same house." She answered with a very quiet voice.

"Well Cho, it's a pleasure to meet you. Let's set ourselves up on the table here and see what I can do to help you out." I said, trying to put her at ease, but I could hear my two friends whispering at the back.

"Another one bites the dust against the silver star?" Whispered Christian.

"Judging by the redness I'd say so." James whispered back.

"I can here you two over there." I the yelled at them, which caused them to burst out laughing and Cho to look at me with confusion on her face.

And that's how the student run exchange room began.

A young man reborn into his favorite world.

He was granted some request after his death, but the problem was that the granter had no control over how those request were to be granted.

Watch as he grows from a single boy in the dark to a protector who wishes to light the path forward for the magical world one step at a time.


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I just couldn’t read other fanfics cause this idea just kept ringing in my head. 

It’s my very first time writing or posting anywhere.

And I obviously don’t own any of the settings, but so what? I’m doing cause I felt like it and for the fun of it.

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