Disclaimer: The entire Harry Potter franchise is owned by JK Rowling. The only things I own are this story concept, the fictional characters, and some spells and locations.

Hello! My name is Gyver (GUY-VER), and welcome to my story!

Around half of my drama class wanted me to write them into my original story "The Man of Lore".

Seeing as I didn't wanna do that, I decided to write the same story, but with my friends joining me.

Warning: Attempted suicide

Now on with the show!

Chapter 1

The Incipient: Cygus Lorman

A plague.

That was the only thing that could describe the massacre that occurred here. Bodies lay everywhere, from an elderly centaur, to the upper body of a boy no older than eleven.

The grounds were now a wasteland from the heavily one-sided battle. A once prestigious institution, now reduced to rubble, lay as the reminder of a lost age. The forest in which hundreds of magical species dwelled, now only a few trees remained, black and charred, no sign of a living being for miles and miles.

A cloaked figure, the only sign of life, walked towards the remains of a gate, stopping before two large, wooden doors. His palms outstretched, multitudes of green light enveloped him before sinking into his skin. He looked back, seeing a familiar face crawling his way to him.

It seemed he had missed one.

The cloaked man walked towards the lone survivor, a man he once called friend and brother. A man who he offered to share his power with.

No longer would he be a thorn in his plans.

He lowered his hood, as he stared indifferently at the survivor's hate filled eyes.

The survivor clenched his fist as tight as he could, resulting in blood pouring down into the ground. "There will be others. Others who will stop you. You will never rule this world. I should never have made you my friend," he spoke in hoarse voice.

The cloaked man tilted his head, crouching down, and spoke those hated words that started this years-long war.

"Mors est magicae."

A green light spiraled out from the survivor, coiling tightly around him, draining the man of not just the ability to use the most wondrous gift of all, but his life along with it.

As he felt his strength slowly fading, the survivor used all of his remaining might to push himself up and into a kneeling position. Before taking his last breath, the survivor managed to whisper a quick "Hello my love," before closing his eyes and falling face down.

The cloaked man lowered his hood, revealing a man whose face was heavily decorated with scars, his left eye replaced with an eyepatch. He looked behind him, as if almost aware of the presence watching him. and whispered so that only the watcher would be able to hear.

"Soon."

Gyver woke up with a gasp, though he couldn't figure out why. It was as if he had a nightmare, but he couldn't recall dreaming about anything that night.

All he could remember was ominous darkness.

He got up out of his bed and checked the clock on his phone.

"Hmm..."

Gyver got up and got ready for school. He donned black pants, a black leather jacket, and his black beanie, and went downstairs.

He wondered how his mother would take him doing this. It would break her heart, for sure, but he had his mind set on doing it.

Five...

Gyver was wondering what his friends would think of the story he was writing. You see, he was planning writing a "fanfiction" about him and his friends, in the world of Harry Potter. He knew a good number of his classmates at least had taken a liking to Harry Potter.

Four...

Sometimes he would imagine what would happen if he could use magic. It would make his life so much easier, and there were a multitude of things he could do for the world.

Except only half of them were good.

Three...

He even came up with two spells. One was a destruction curse that had the potential to do unspeakable things, and the other was able to stop time.

Oh the things he could do to bring the world to its knees...

Two...

Uniting the world under one banner: a New World Order. Properly punishing those who commit truly heinous crimes (Executing all child molesters, with no mercy), judging those based on their actions and not what they look like or who they love. It's a shame that this world was polluted with idiots for politicians. If only they could cease their useless squabbles, then they would be able to focus their efforts on the one, true goal: Colonization of the Universe.

Gyver believed that humanity was the greatest species to ever exist, and that all should recognize their dominion.

Though it seemed that with all the tensions rising between the major powersof the world, it was unlikely that humanity would live to see the next 2 centuries.

Gyver shook his head. Sometimes he would get thoughts like these, but he couldn't for the life of him figure out why. He didn't know when he started thinking semi-suicidal thoughts.

One...

Gyver wondered on how the effects of spells changed when the suffix maxim was added to them, like a crucio maxima. Would the victim go insane three times as fast, or would it render them brain dead? There was only one fanfiction he read that had that amplification. It seems-

YES!

The bell rang, and Gyver rushed out of the classroom to his last class, and the only one he ever gave a damn about these days: Drama.

The class had been a godsend for him. Just two years previously, he would never have considered ever taking a Drama class, but it was the best thing his mother ever forced him to do.

Gyver walked into the classroom with a smile on his face. Seeing all the people he considered to be his friends, he sat down on his usual spot and lowered his head in thought. He didn't know whether or not they would miss him, but at this point he wasn't sure whether or not he should care.

You see, Gyver had a plan later in the day to send a goodbye to his friends at school, and then he would then kill himself by overdosing on Advil.

"Hey guys. I just wanted to say thank you, for being my friends and making my life better." Gyver sighed. "You have shown me what it felt like to belong somewhere, and we have shared many laughs together."

He wiped the tears from his eyes. "I know what I'm doing is wrong, and I know how much this will hurt you guys, but I can't take this anymore. Please forgive me, guys. Just please remember me. Goodbye, everyone. I'll see you on the other side."

Gyver stopped the recording and sent out the video to everyone in his drama class. Almost a minute later, he recieved replies like "Gyver please don't do this," and "Gyver we care about you," but he didn't see them, for he had about hut off his phone right after, his mind set on being at peace.

Gyver opened his laptop and opened the video of the Faded by Alan Walker, his favorite song. "I'm faded..." He sang along, wanting to listen to it one last time. Gyver grabbed the bottle of Advil, then opened it, staring at the pills that fell into his hand.

The last image he thought of was of his crush, the young woman who he knew would never return his feelings. He thought of her smile, her laugh, and her wonderful voice. "I'm sorry," he whispered.

Gyver swallowed the pills and slowly made his way onto his bed. For a minute, he felt as if the pills didn't work. When he reached for the bottle, however, Gyver's stomach started to convulse, causing him to gasp and involuntarily curl up into a ball. Breathing heavily, Gyver let the pills do their job, desperate for the pain to end. Once it did end, Gyver started to feel weaker. Knowing that this was it, he smiled closed his eyes, taking a deep breath before being greeted by the darkness that was death.

Gyver woke up with a gasp, to find himself in a strange room decorated in white walls. Needless to say, he was disappointed. He expected to see his deceased brother and grandfather, not to be alive and in a hospital room.

"Oh goodness me, gave me quite a fright there young man!"

He turned to see a woman dressed in a strange dress, looking to be what he assumed was medical professional.

Now Gyver was certain he had taken drugs. Just a few seconds ago, he had just killed himself, but now he was in a hospital bed.

"Ma'am," he started. "Where am I, and who are you?"

The woman smiled. "I'm Madam Pomfrey, my dear, and you're in the Hogwarts Hospital Wing"

Gyver looked around. "I'm in the what now?"

The woman grimaced. "You've been in a coma for three weeks, young man." She paused. "I can see that you have no idea what I'm talking about, so I'll go fetch the headmaster. I'm sure he can provide a better explanation than me."

She left, leaving Gyver by himself. He got up out of the bed, shivering from the coldness of the floor. Seeing a mirror, he walked towards it, in order to check for any scars on his person.

What he saw was far worse.

Gyver choked on the sight of himself, for it would seem that he had been de-aged a year or two. He put a hand on his chin, marvelling at the horror before him. His beloved facial hair was gone!

Gyver was brought out of his brief despair by the sight of a strange tattoo on his neck. It was of two dragons circling each other's tails.

It was a prominent symbol he had seen in a video game.

He turned to window, wanting to take his mind off of the de-aging. Gyver looked out the window, seeing a rather nice view of waves crashing against large rocks.

It'd make for a nice wallpaper, he thought.

"I do hope you're enjoying the view?"

Gyver turned sharply turned around at the voice, seeing an old man wearing a strange robe, pointy hat, and round glasses.

No. Fucking. Way.

"My name is Albus Dumbledore, and I am the headmaster of Hogwarts. Now who might you be, young man?"

Gyver didn't know what to say, so he said the first thing that came to mind. While he was disappointed in not being in the afterlife, at least he had the chance to help out in this world.

He was going to start over.

"My name is Cygus. Cygus Lorman."

Dumbledore nodded, then waved his wand and sat down on the chair he conjured.

"To be frank, I have no idea who you are. But seeing as you performed a powerful bit of accidental magic in Sirius Black's dining room, I'm willing to offer you a chance to study at Hogwarts."

The newly-dubbed Cygus couldn't believe what he was hearing. Sirius wasn't in prison? And he was magical?

"Quick question. How did Voldemort die?"

Dumbledore blinked. "Well to begin with, I advise you to refer to him as You-Know-Who, as most of the wizarding community remembers the acts he has commited. To answer your question, however, James and Lily Potter sacrificed their lives in an ancient ritual, which invoked ancient magic and killed the Dark Lord. But why are you asking me this?"

Cygus sighed. "I don't really know how to explain this, so I'll just have you use Legilimency on me."

Dumbledore nodded. "Alright." He drew out his wand, and noticed Cygus' eyes widen. "I see that you recognize this wand. A bit of forewarning though: you'll feel a slight pain in your head." He pointed his wand and yelled, "Legilimens!"

Cygus did feel a slight headache, as well as a strange tingling sensation, but it only lasted for a few moments, as Dumbledore lowered his wand and slumped down on his chair.

"By Merlin...Horcruxes? And do you know what it was that that brought you here?"

Cygus shrugged. "No clue at all." He wasn't about to tell the man he had quite literally just killed himself.

Dumbledore sighed. "This information will help the Order greatly, and I can make the proper arrangements with Alastor, as this year is the Triwizard Tournament."

Cygus's eyes widened. "It's 1994?"

Dumbledore chuckled. "Yes. I saw that you were writing me into a...fanfiction, you called it? Well suffice to say, James and Lily died childless, and Sirius is alive and very much a free man, with a daughter even."

He stood up. "I must notify the Order of the information you have given me. Come, child. You'll be able to explain how you know of event that will come to pass. But first," Dumbledore waved his wand, transfiguring Cygus's hospital clothes into a sweater and trousers, then handed him him a pair of shoes he conjured. "There we go. Now follow me, we are to take the floo to Grimmauld Place."

Cygus followed Dumbledore to his office, where he grabbed a handful of white powder from a jar, before throwing it into his fireplace and yelled, "12 Grimmauld Place!"

The face of a man with a mustache and long black hair appeared. "Albus! How are you? I was just about to invite Remus over for lunch. Would you like to join us?"

Dumbledore smiled. "Thank you, Sirius. I also have a guest with me today. Just walk through there, Cygus."

Cygus nodded and crouched low, cautiously stepping through the lukewarm green flames. When he looked up he saw the face of Gary Oldman staring back at him.

The man waved. "Hi there! Name's Sirius Black!

Cygus shook the man's hand. "Cygus Lorman."

Soon after, Dumbledore stepped through the flames, and they followed Sirius to a large dining room, where they came across a girl with looked to be around Cygus's current age. She looked up, and Cygus immediately recognized her.

After all, it's not every day you see the face of one of your classmates in the Wizarding World.

Sirius held out his hand to introduce the girl. "And this here is my wonderful daughter-"

"Melissa?"

And that was chapter 1!

A bit of note: Each chapter is in the Point of View of a different person, in order to set them up for the main conflict. After every character is introduced, the story will continue as really long chapter that changes to everyone's POV.

Any and all feedback is appreciated!