Fate's Redemption Chapter One: Reincarnation and Shopping
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This is an SI in which Fate, Death, Life, and Time directly intervenes and decides to give a Potterhead a second chance at life and to fix all the wrong's in the books.
Now it also has slight crossover elements from various comics, tv shows, cartoons and anime/manga.
To list a few but not limited to, Full Metal Alchemist Brotherhood, Sherlock, Batman, Doctor Strange and Avatar the Last Airbender. I'll think of more as I go along, anyways on with the show!
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'Where... Am I?' I think as I look into vast white emptiness as I float through it, for what seems like eternity before I arrive in front of what seems to be a floating suburban house with four levels. I land on the porch and knock as a wiry figure, with a golden shining halo above his head in a white toga with angel wings, opens the door.
"G..God!" I choke out looking at the entity as he laughs.
"No my child I am not your god but I am similar to him in many ways." The angelic person says in a voice of honey.
"Who... Who are you?" I say after wracking up my nerves.
"I am Life, to be put simply, my child but I suppose my favorite name would have to be Ra." He replies then shows me into the home.
A figure in a black cloak carrying a scythe enters.
"Grim so nice of you to join us." Ra says as the reaper like figure nods his head.
"So what is going on here anyways?" I ask but am ignored in favor of a beautiful and intelligent looking woman wearing a simple but elegant dress whom enters the room.
"Destiny thank you as well for meeting with us will Tempora be coming as well?" Grim or Death says in a voice chilling to the bone his fiery red eyes then gaze upon mine glaring at me.
"Coming Bros!" A woman shouts from somewhere upstairs before she falls with a thud and keeps falling until she is at the bottom of the staircase. I put aside any feeling of fear the ethereal being of time was giving me and went to help her up but she vanished.
"Sorry let's try that again!" The same voice shouts from the top of the stairs.
"Temporal Manipulation, but that's only in comics and games right!" I shout in dismay as Tempora the living embodiment of time comes down the stairs.
"Not quite sugar." She says with a saucy wink.
"Brother, Sisters I have called the Primordial Council meeting today in order to discuss the fate of this young mortal." Ra orders his voice booming as suddenly we are seated at a round table, each entity sitting on a throne, Grim a throne made of skulls and leather, Tempora a clock shaped chair, Destiny sitting on stool next to weaving machine with a tapestry being made.
Life on a cushy throne of clouds be light.
I got the short end of the stick and am currently seated on a plastic lawn chair.
"This young man has the unique ability to save a universe we all hold dear to our hearts, the Potterverse." Ra says as surprisingly the whole council nods in agreement.
"We have been forced by a higher power than us to not directly interfere, but on the morning of an alternate universe's July 31st Mister Potter died of malnutrition granting his soul to Grim's collection . Now Tempora can preserve Mister Potter's body long enough for this chap to zap in his soul." Life explains looking deeply into his sibling's eyes
"Wait what are you all talking about?" I ask confused beyond belief.
"You shall correct the errors in an alternate Harry Potter universe's timeline since we cannot directly interfere with the main universe's timeline." Grim states looking me dead in the eyes.
"Do I get a gift from each of you or something?" I ask as they all whisper amongst themselves.
"Yes you get one wish of power from each of us for your new body." Tempora grumbles clearly not in favor of this motion.
"Take a few minutes to think about this kid." Destiny says as I do just that. What would some of the greatest powers be, well superman's are useless in this universe, The Avatar's elemental bending would be cool, hmm, perhaps Metal Alchemy like Edward Elric, aha Fire Dragon Slaying magic and probably the ability to use magic like Doctor Strange.
I relay these ideas to them and they agree.
"Thank you for your help kid." Grim says grinning.
"No Prob-!" I begin to say as I get transported out of my body and into a boy with glasses and lightning shaped scar.
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"So Professor Mcgonagall what you are saying is that I'm a wizard and that your world believes that when I was a baby I somehow invoked powerful and ancient magic to destroy Voldemort, and this scar is proof of that?" I ask as Minerva nods her head.
"Cool, so can we go get this stuff today?" I question as Minerva nods once more and I look at the Dursleys frozen in place by a petrificus totalus.
"Now would be an acceptable time, Mister Potter first we shall head to the wizarding bank known as Gringotts to get you some spending funds." Mcgonagall says as I nod my head.
"Now Mister Potter as this is going to your first time performing a sidealong apparition brace yourself the feeling will be unpleasant." Minerva informs me as a large crack is heard and we disappear.
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"Woah this is Diagon Alley." I say in wonder and amazement.
"Quite right Mister Potter this way to the bank." Minerva said as I look at the windows of the different shops.
"No time to dawdle Mister Potter." Professor Mcgonagall continues walking as I speed up and shortly we arrive in front of Gringotts.
On the front doors is the legendary poem of the goblin bank.
Enter, stranger, but take heed
Of what awaits the sin of greed
For those who take, but do not earn
Must pay most dearly in their turn
So if you seek beneath our floors
A treasure that was never yours
Thief, you have been warned, beware
Of finding more than treasure there.
'So Cool!' I do a fist pump as Minnie gives me an odd look before we arrive at a teller's station.
"Hello, my name is Bladesinker how may I be of service to you today." The goblin says and Minerva is about to speak but I cut her off.
"Mister Bladesinker First off, really cool name, secondly I need to make a withdrawal from my trust fund." I say as Minerva looks surprised.
"Name?" The goblin says with a quirked eyebrow.
"Harry James Potter." Minerva says placing the key on his teller desk.
"Well this is the key I shall fetch a cart runner immediately, Griphook!" Bladesinker calls as another goblin appears albeit less distinguished looking than his teller counterpart appears.
"Take Mister Potter and Lady Mcgonagall to his vault." Bladesinker states as Griphook simply nods his head.
"Thank you for your assistance Bladesinker may your enemies' gold soon be yours." I say as the goblin chokes clearly not expecting one of the traditional parting sayings of the goblin nation.
We follow Griphook down a flight or two of stairs when we approach a large mine cart track he opens the side door as Mcgonagall and I hop in. He climbs in and pulls a lever shooting us forward like bullet rocketing at speeds I've only dreamed of.
"Hey can this tincan go any faster?" I say grinning as Griphook grins in return pulling another lever as we go double the previous speed.
"WOOHOO!" I shout in ecstasy as we bound along the rails not stopped by gravity or 'physics'.
After a short but kickass, sorry kickarse ride we arrive in front of my vault. Mcgonagall hands me my key as I walk forward and place it in the slot turning it as the doors open.
"I have a question Griphook." I ask as he turns towards me,
"How many galleons are in this vault?"
"Well Mister Potter there are currently one thousand galleons." Griphook informs me as I nod and scratch my chin.
"How much can I withdraw?" I question the cartrunner.
"Up to 1000 Galleons." He confirms.
"Now is it a set limit or is it replenished each year?" I ask one more time.
"On the evening of July 31st it is reset with the amount of 1000 galleons each year." Griphook answers immediately.
"So if I withdraw an amount today it would be replenished?" I ask as Mcgongall's eyes go wide.
"Well yes Mr. Potter." Griphook says with a wicked grin.
"I'll take 1000 Galleons then." I say smirking as I start filling my bag with the correct amount of Gold.
"Professor Mcgonagall I was wondering if we could head back to the alley I'd like to buy my wand and other school supplies, if you don't mind that is." I ask with an innocent look on my face as she nods and we all get back on the cart.
After a quick ride back, I place 50 galleons in Griphook's hand and he nods and thanks me.
"This way to Ollivander's Harry." Minerva says as she and I walk out of Gringotts.
We hurriedly walk to Ollivander's to try and attempt to avoid being noticed, main word being attempted. A girl looks at us the her eyes seem to bulge out of her head and I send her a pleading look which she ignores and shouts out," Oh My Merlin it's Harry Potter!"
A swarm of fan girls ranging from 11-17 come charging at us.
Mcgonagall pushes me into Ollivander's and locks the door.
"Ah Mister Potter I've been expecting you, Minerva Mcgonagall
9 1/2 inches Fir wood and Dragon Heartstring, good for transfiguration and has served you well over the years, a good loyal wand, as I am sure you know this takes some time so how about you get some more supplies for Hadrian." Ollivander says as the stern Scottish Professor nods and walks out the door.
"Now this is a very exciting time for me, you are the first dimensional traveler I've had the pleasure of granting a foci." Garrick says with his trademark grin.
"H-how did you know?" I stutter out completely shocked.
"Foci Lore relies on soul magic, now while your soul is a very close match for young Hadrian it's not a perfect fit, now while the letter says you need a wand I make far more than that, staves, rings, bracers, and much more." Ollivander explains.
"Could I get a stave?" I ask as he smirks and bring me to the back.
"Now you need to resonate your magic with the wood." Ollivander says as I stick my hand over the various blocks of wood.
After waving my hand over a golden looking piece of wood I feel a wave of energy flowing through me.
"Ah English Oak it is rumored that Merlin himself used this wood for his wand however like yourself he could do wandless magic as well." Ollivander says as I gape, how could he know of my Avatar and Sorcerer abilities!
"Now for wand cores we use Dragon heartstrings, unicorn hair, and Phoenix feathers as those produce the best results, on the other hand Staves are quite different." Ollivander states as he presents me with a box full of different magical cores.
I wave my hand over it as not one but two parts fly up, A long curved sharp red bone, and what appears to be a charred black crystal.
"What are these?" I ask looking at his mystified face.
"Those are two cores I thought I would never place in a stave." He says looking closely at them.
"This fire dragon horn is a gift that was given to my great grandfather during the time of Merlin, when creatures and wizards were equals, when Igneel the Fire Dragon King died his son Natsu gifted to my great grandfather for helping with the burial of Igneel. The other is Fulgurite but not just any It is said by my great great great grandfather that Zeus' Thunder from smiting Kronos created this piece of rock." Ollivander explains as I nod dumbly.
"Next is gems then the runes to be carved." Garrick informs me before holding out a box of gems I hold my hand over the box before I pull out a ruby, an emerald, a sapphire and a white topaz.
"This will clearly be an elemental staff Mister Potter." Ollivander says before handing me a sheet with symbols on it.
After a few moments I select these seven.
A triangle the Alchemical rune of fire, The eye of Horus the hieroglyphic of air, Prithvi Sanskrit for earth, Laguz the Norse rune of water, Rai the Kanji of lightning, Isa the Norse rune of ice, and a cross the alchemical rune of elements.
"This will most definitely be an interesting job Mister Potter, may I interest you in a wand as well?" Ollivander asks me as I nod in reluctance.
"11 1/2 inches, Fir wood and a unicorn hair, rigid and unyielding." I give it a wave and some of the boxes fall over, he yanks it out of my hands and gives me a fresh one.
"10 3/4 inches, Rowan wood, and a Phoenix feather quite whippy." I give it a wave before his register goes flying.
After a lot of failures he presents me with one final wand.
"12 1/2 inches, Cherry wood, Dragon heartstrings from a Chinese Fireball, and Hard flexibility." I give a flick as red ember like sparks shoot out and Ollivander grins.
"That will be 7 galleons for the wand and it will be another 21 for the stave." Ollivander says as I pull 28 galleons from my pocket and place it in his hand.
"I shall send an owl once I finish making your stave." He continues as I nod grab my wand thank him once more and leave the store where Mcgonagall is waiting for me with a white owl on her arm.
"This is a gift Mister Potter to make sure that you have some form of communication in case your muggle relatives try to bother you." Mcgonagall says with a smile.
"Thank you so much, I'll call her Athena!" I reply with a grin giving the stern Scottish woman a hug.
"Y-You're welcome Mister Potter, we should probably get on to purchasing your books I already have your potion ingredients, then we can go get your robes." She says clearly shocked by the hug.
We quickly stroll to Flourish and Blotts to avoid attention, we enter the store and grab the books on the list before I grab a book on Hogwarts A History, a more advanced charms and transfiguration books, and a book on animagi and elemental magics.
"Mister Potter this is all quite advanced I suggest you stick to the curriculum." Minerva says looking shocked at my choices.
"Please Professor Mcgonagall, from what you said Transfiguration sounds really cool, changing one state of matter to another! Not too mention charms which is taught by a dueling champion, which seems like a cool sport, does Hogwarts have a dueling club? If not how would I get it started?" I ask hurriedly hoping to get her mind off the books as the cashier rings it up.
"Sir That will be 25 Galleons, would you like an enchanted bag to hold your books, they come in side bags and back packs?" The clerk asks as I consider it.
"Do they come in Dragon hide? I'd rather not have an accidental spell come flying at my stuff and have my bag rip open." I explain as the clerk nods.
"Yes they all come in Dragonhide, which is very sturdy material it costs 30 galleons." He replies as I nod my head.
"Yes I'd like one side bag, preferably in black." I say as he pulls one out from under the counter and places each of my new books in it with care.
"Thanks have a nice day!" I wave as we walk out.
"Well Mister Potter to go back to your earlier question, Hogwarts did have a dueling club a long time ago, when your parents attended it's halls, but it just lost interest from students over the years." Minerva says much to my disappointment.
"So how would I start it?" I asks as we walk into a magical Glasses store called Chang's Specs.
"Hello Madam Chang, I was wondering if you get young Harry here a new set of glasses?" Minerva explains as I look at her shocked.
"It will be a quick and simple process Mister Potter, follow me to the back." Madam Chang, a pretty Asian woman dressed in deep blue robes, says as I follow her to the back room where there is a poster on the wall with letters on it that get smaller and smaller.
"Alright, read the first line."
"A." I say as she nods and we continue til the fifth row where I can not see what the letters are.
"Alright So I'll cast a spell to see what kind of glasses are good for you, I believe I have an idea but I need to be certain." She says pointing her wand at my face.
"Visus oculi." Madam Chang chants as a number appears that I can't make out without my glasses on.
"Alright just as I thought, Mister Potter what charms would you like on your new glasses, and what kind of glasses would you like as well?" She asks handing me back my old glasses and list with charms on them.
"I'd like the impervious, sticky, heat signature, spell identification, anti-summoning and for the Style I was thinking medium thickness with square rims." I explain as she nods.
"That will be quite doable Mister Potter thank you for your business, your glasses will be owled to you as soon as there ready." Madam Chang says smiling as we leave the shop.
"And Mister Potter sorry for the surprise but I noticed you squinting and thought you might need new glasses, and to start a club it's quite simple, you need permission from your head of house, and a teacher to supervise it." Minerva says as I nod and we enter Madam Malkin's Robes For All Occasions.
As I get sized up for my school robes a blond boy with very pale skin starts talking.
"Hello I'm Draco Malfoy, you're going to Hogwarts I expect, my father told me all about it, I do hope I get sorted into Slytherin, I suppose if I got sorted into Hufflepuff I'd leave in shame, A house of useless Duffers if you ask me." Malfoy says as I inwardly face palm.
"I'm Evans, James Evans, I did some reading and while Slytherin does seem to be a remarkable house to be sorted in, the other houses have their own bright marks too, I mean to call all Puffs, useless Duffers would be like calling Ravenclaws know-it-all jerks, Gryffindors future Canon fodder, and Slytherins evil scheming snakes." I start as Malfoy is about to cut in.
"Also to have eleven year olds believe that they have only trait to offer the world is ridiculous, Human beings are far more complex than a single word." I finish shaking my head as Malfoy looks stunned.
"I-I never thought about it that way, I like you Evans." Malfoy says offering me his hand as I shake it.
"Look, my name isn't James Evans, it's actually Harry Potter." I whisper as he blanches.
"Why would you want to hide who you are?" Draco asks confused as I sigh.
"How would you feel if everyone who met you only talked to you for your fame and try to squeeze their way into your good graces for future favors?" I ask as he thinks it over for a second.
"I'd hate it, That was pretty cunning Potter, maybe I'll see you in Slytherin if not, don't be a stranger." Draco says as we shake hands and he leaves with his mother.
"Alright dear your robes are all done, is there anything else you'd like?" Madam Malkins asks as I look through the shop, picking out a red dragon hide jacket, tan cargo pants, and black dragon hide boots.
"The jacket is charmed for auto cooling and heating it also has a built in wand holster, the pants have the same heating and cooling charms with a expansion charm on the pockets and the boots are charmed to never wear out, all in all it will cost 100 galleons, plus 20 Galleons for you school supplies." Madam Malkin rings me up as I pull the Galleons out of the mokeskin pouch and place them on the counter.
"Mister Potter, here is your ticket for the Hogwarts Express the Platform is 9 3/4, you will have to run with your cart into the brick wall between platforms 9 and 10 at Kings Cross Station." Minerva explains as we appears back.
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It's been a week since my trip to Diagon Alley, and I've received my Staff and my Glasses through the owl. I've also discovered that I can so far only manage Air Bending with the aid of my staff, I've persuaded the Dursleys to let me and Dudley take karate classes, so I can improve. My sorcery skills are also pretty limited, I can only summon an energy whip, with alchemy I have to use circles, and I can only use Iron Fist and a weak roar. I've been practicing quite hard however and now it's time for me to enter Hogwarts...