Disclaimer: Harry Potter is the sole idea of J.K. Rowling and own by Warner Bros. I am just using it for the moment.
A/N: Last HP fanfic for a bit, I want to give other fandoms a try.
Prolouge:
August 31st: 2017 Ruins of Paris:
"Hello Tom, how are you this fine day?" Spoke a Harry Potter sitting on what used to be a corner of a house.
"Potter, I am fine but a better question is this; don't you think you have lived for far too long already?" Voldemort sneered from atop a burning building.
"You know I can't do that right, all of my friend's sacrifices would be nothing if I don't take you out before I die myself." He said getting up and and spun the Elder wand in one hand and he tightened his hold on his wand in the other hand.
"It seems like you got over their deaths." Voldemort says as familiar eerily green glow started on the tip of his wand.
"I've accepted it as best I can at the moment. My mind is still in a mess right now." He ran toward Voldemort, "Reducto! Sagittis!" A Beam shot out of the Elder wand and Arrows shot out of his wand heading toward Voldemort who just accio-ed two lifeless bodies to take the Reducto and Arrows.
"Don't toy with me Potter. Avada Kedavra!" The familiar green flash is shot out of the wand as it race toward Harry who dodged it but couldn't avoided the other one that was coming.
"Accio rock!" A rock came and interfered with the killing curse and rubble pelted Harry. "Aguamenti!" A jet of water came out of Harry's wand and shot it toward Voldemort. "Frigidus!" The water froze to ice and it is still headed toward Voldemort.
"Confrigo." The ice heading toward him shattered and showered the area around in ice. "Is that all you have Potter, I would expect some competition after the last time we met." Harry started to snicker, then started to just go into full blown laughter, "what are you laughing about?" No answer was given and more laughing, aggravated Voldemort sent tthree consecutive Avada Kedavra toward Harry who straightened up and jumped out of the way while the wall behind him is not so lucky.
"Tom, what ever made you think I came here unprepared or even untrained for that matter?" With that, he pulled out a vial with a gold potion in it, "guess what's in the bottom Tom." He smiled.
Voldemort narrowed his eyes and glared at his nemesis. "That potion, where did you get it?"
"Now that would telling." He pulled of the tab at the top, "I win this round Tom." Voldemort sent Reducto, Confrigo, and a few Avada Kedavras toward Harry in order to make him either stop drinking the potion or making it drop to the ground and shatter or better yet kill him where he stood. Harry smirked, " Porta." all of a sudden, a large portal appeared in front of Harry and all of the spells that were sent to him went through.
"What in the world?" Voldemort stepped back in shock.
"The fun isn't over, Porta Duo!" Another portal appeared, but this time it was behind Voldemort, "You caused this yourself Tom," all of the spells that Voldemort sent flew the portal, the force hit him like a house or multiple houses, and with the Avada Kedavra, Voldemort is no more.
"Good riddance and guess what Tom, there are no more secret minions or horcruxes to get rid of, so it is finally my win, for the last goddamn time." He slowly sat down, "that spell takes to much energy," he lay down on the ground, "oh well, I figured that this would happen, I guess messing with space and time would do that," he brought the vial to his face, "too bad you weren't really the luck potion, I could have used one," he threw it away, "oh well, time for me to go to the next life," he started to fade away, "I should go to a beach before shit hits the fan next time..." Harry Potter was gone.
September 1st: 1991, Onboard the Howarts Express:
Harry Potter blinked, time went through in that instant and he blinked again, "I will never get used to that." Shaking his head, he looked outside, and saw green scenery pass by, he lookd down and saw his worned out clothes, "Good, I still have loads of time to do everything I need to-" a knock on the door before he could finish what he was saying. The door opened to present Ron Weasley in all his red headed glory.
"Hey! You're Harry Potter!" He yelled.
"Sure you can sit here mysterious yelling person." Ron blushed and sat down, "and yes, I am Harry Potter, now why in the world did you shout my name?"
"You're the Boy-Who-Lived, you defeated You-Know-Who when you were a baby!" He explained, very loudly at that.
Harry just stared, and stared some more, Ron was becoming more unnerved every second he started staring, "Uh, do I have anything on my face?" He started moving his hands around his face to feel for anything that could be there.
'Wow, I remember him being excited but wow, I didn't think it was this much.' Said Harry in his head. "Thank you for remembering that, I think." Ron's spirit lifted somewhat.
"Um, Harry, can I see, you know, uh, the scar?"
"Why would you want to see a scar? I figure an autograph would be more common." Harry stated in like "it's obvious" tone.
"That scar is famous!, it's the last scar You-know-who left behind after he failed to kill you." Ron explained again.
"Why would you look at the reminder of somebody trying to kill me at the age of one?" Harry stated flatly.
"N-nevermind, can I get an autograph though, my sister adores you and asked me to ask you to sign an autograph for her when I met you and owl it to her when I get to Hogwarts." Ron said as he stumbled around trying to find a piece of paper and something to write with.
"An autograph...'I don't remember Ginny asking for an autograph, then again, that could be why she was mad at him that summer,'... sure, what's her name?"
After signing the autograph, the two got to know each other a bit better, and Ron told Harry his name this time instead of gushing like a fanboy. Then as Ron was about to use a spell, a bushy haired girl came in, "Did you two see a toad go by?" they both shook their heads, "oh well," she notice Ron's wand out, "are you going to perform a spell? Can I see?" she sat down across them and stared intently at Ron.
'Wow, as pushy as I remember.' He sat back and watched as Ron turned Pe-Scabbers! 'Scabbers, the name is Scabbers for the moment.' As Ron turned Scabbers to yellow. He had to look away as he didn't want Ron to feel bad that a hero is currently is laughing at his failure at using a spell, a fake spell nonetheless but a failed attempt anyways.
"I'm going to kill Fred and George." He mumbled off about his mom punishing his brothers or something like that.
"What kind of spell was that? Here, I'll show you a real spell, can I?" She pointed to Harry's glasses, he took them off and gave it to her knowing what would happen, "Reparo." The glasses were given back almost brand new looking.
"Thanks you...um, who are you?" He didn't 'know' her after all.
"Oh sorry, I am Hermione Granger, first year, muggleborn student, I like to read books and studying, What house do you two want to be in, I want to be in Gryffindor because Dumbledoor was in that house and he is one of the greatest wizards ever, and you are...Harry Potter. You're Harry Potter! I've read everything about you," she then went on to rant about the books he was in, and the magazines he was featured in.
"Hermione." Still talking, "Hermione." He said in a firmer tone, and yet she still talks, "Hermione!" That shook her out of it.
"Yes?" She looked at him confused.
"As much as I am amazed at how much you know about my life more than me," she blushed, "I just want you to know, I never hunted down dark creatures at four, or beat a team at quidditch when I was seven, and I know for a complete fact that I have never seen a dragon outside of books or from stories told to me." She looked down and began to wring her skirt a bit.
"Ah, sorry, now looking at it, any one of things would have been impossible for a kid, I guess was a bit excited about the magical world and believed anything that was there." She got up and smoothed out he skirt, "you two should change, it seems like we are nearly at Hogwarts." She left the cabin.
"She's a smart one that girl, but can't she just calm down a bit, if she is in Gryffindor, it would be horrible, I probably would want to be in Slytherin." Ron just stared at the door.
"Aren't you just mad that she called you out on the poor spellcasting?" He got up, 'besides, when fourth year is here, you would be begging her to talk to you,' "Now come on, let's change."
After the train stopped, the student got off the train. "FIRST YEARS! ALL FIRST YEARS OVER HERE!" Harry rushed over with Ron in tow.
"Hiya Hagrid." Harry greeted the half giant.
"Hello Harry," he took notice of Ron, "Ah, another Weasley, what your name lad?"
"Um Ron, how did you know I'm a Weasley?" He asked nervously.
"Your hair color gave it away, anyways, FIRST YEARS! FOLLOW ME TO THE DOCKS!" He led the children to the boats and told them three to a boat. As they were going across the lake the castle came to view. The students to be ooh-ed and aww-ed at the sight of the majestic castle in front of the moon, bathing in it's light but there was something in the air which made everything somehow very mysterious.
'That view never seems to get old.' Harry thought as he looked toward the castle. 'I'm not letting hogwarts to be taken down again.'
As they landed, somebody walked down the stone stairs leading up to Hogwarts, "First Years, I'm Professor McGonagall, your transfiguring professor, now if you will follow me, we will go to the sorting." She led the children up to the castle ignoring the excited whispers of the kids below her.
Somebody with blonde hair came up to Harry, "Are you Harry Potter," then he took notice of the red head next to him, "I'm Draco, Draco Malfoy, and if you want, I can make you more famous then you are now, but to start off, you should probably let go of the unimportant people like those Weasleys, they would only drag you down." He made a sneer toward Ron.
Harry looked over to Ron then back to Draco who looked quite arrogant, 'this also never gets old,' "No thanks, though the offer is tempting, I don't want to be near a boy who, judging by his hair, spending as much time as a girl or probably even more than that." He turned and continued walking, Ron running to catch up snickering at Malfoy along the way.
"That was great Harry, I never saw Malfoy that red before, but are you sure about rejecting him like that, his dad is very famous and part of the Wizengamot, he could make your life miserable." Ron tried to explain all the trouble that could come to Harry, what he got in response was...
"So, I don't care how much trouble I get in, he's weird and he insulted my first friend, it would be normal to outright rejct the...guy?" he thought about it for a bit, "yeah, guy." They continued to walk to the castle undisturbed.
"Now wait here till it your turn to be sorted." McGonagall said as she went up the rows to a stool where an old hat is on top of it, then the hat sang.
"Fred and George told me I would have to fight a troll, ugh, those two are going to get it." He grumbled a bit more about his brothers even after the song stop, now the sorting began.
Then it got to Hermione's turn to be sorted, she got up on the stool and waited, after a few seconds a shout of "GRYFFINDOR!" went throughout the hall, and led Ron to thinking, "Hmm, Slytherins are are supposed to be cunning, maybe somebody was just cunning enough to rule the world? So maybe being cunning wouldn't be that bad." Gotta say though, the reasons he wants to be in Slytherin and away from Hermione, gets more logical over time, too bad it's only on a rare night.
With that thought over, the entire sorting went as it should, when Draco was up, he is immediately a Slytherin, the hat tells him he can go to all the houses but he chose Gryffindor, and Ron is in Gryffindor, overall, this world is not that different from most of the other worlds so much, but only time will tell.
After dinner, they made their way to the Gryffindor quarters led by Percy. "He is way too stuffed up if you ask me." Is Ron's descrption of him. Later that night.
"142 worlds, and only 30 of them are actually different," he got up and walked toward the window, oh well, at least I can't mess this one up again." He looked up at the moon, " It's Remus's time of the month again." He spent the rest of the night looking at the moon, sharing it with his uncle.
A/N: As I stated at the start, this will be my last HP fic for a while. I will update it, but I will not be writing any other HP fic, I want to expand my repetoire to other fandoms. Until next time Ja ne!