A/N: Can't believe I am actually doing this but here it goes. Little heads up this is a lot more mature than anything else I will ever do. Ladies and gentlemen welcome to my self-insert fic. An OC is considered bad by the reader when it is nothing but the author putting themselves in the story completely overpowered. As such you could look at this in two different ways. One showing what would actually happen if I was in the harry potter universe and different from Caleb or the other with me being more powerful than Caleb therefore making him a good OC. This is also me trying out a slightly different style. So without further ado here it goes. Let's see how long I last shall we?
Chapter 1: Awakening.
When I awoke it was with a splitting headache which itself was weird since the last time I had that bad of headache was when I was 8 and suffering sugar withdrawal, not a proud moment. The next weird thing was my location. When I managed to open my eyes I was standing in what could only be classified as a sea of darkness and to round it out to a trifecta of weirdness glaring at me from the other side of wherever this is was what I would assume to be me in a few years.
"What are you doing here?" The other me asked hate seeming to drip from every word. Funny as a writer that is the type of expression I use all the time but hearing it is definitely new. "Well?" Right. No time to get side-tracked, answer him.
"That depends on where here is and who you are?" I responded flippantly. That headache must be getting to me.
"You don't know?" The other me simply stared before starting to laugh. I had an unnerving suspicion about why this guy's demeanour was so dark but before it could form I lost it. "Oh this is funny." The other me seemed to have calmed down enough to speak. "I'll give you the short version. I'm a dark wizard and you are a fan fiction writer. I went back to my younger body and so did you. Any of this ringing any bells?" He asked with a smug grin.
It did. It rang a lot of bells but just like earlier before I could find out what they meant the headache worsened and the bells stopped ringing. Didn't mean I couldn't put the pieces together. "So I'm in one of my own stories then?" I didn't even wait for an answer before continuing. "So I'm guessing this means you are my evil voice?"
He chuckled. "Looks like it but you can't exactly call me Christian now can you?"
That confused me. "Christian?"
The future version just rolled his eyes. "Your name here is Christian Potter. Better get used to it Ciaran."
Ah. I nodded. "Yeah. If this is a story I can imagine it would get confusing for the readers if we shared the same name." I sighed already having an idea of where this was going. "Let me guess…"
He cut me off. "Call me Striker." He said simply.
"I-what-Huh?" Ok that took me off guard… I was just taken off guard by myself… Well this headache ain't getting better any time soon.
"That was an alias I used in the future. Christian Striker. I used it when dealing with the muggle black market."
"Oh I get it. Clever." I nodded. Decent name. Nice hidden meaning. Not bad. "So what now?" I asked before following it up with something else. "And what about the present day Christian?" That seemed like something I shouldn't overlook.
The newly named Striker just smirked. "Oh don't worry about him he'll be around. If he's needed. This may hurt." The older me seemed to become incorporeal, his smirking becoming a tad malicious, and then he slammed right into me. Any worries about what he may have meant fled my mind as the headache got worse and I blacked out.
The next time I awoke it was to an alarm going off. I opened my eyes and searched for my phone on the bedside table as that was the only thing capable of waking me up in the morning. When my hand made contact with a clock my eyes focused a bit quicker than normal. Sitting up and taking the, now quiet, clock in my hands I forced my brain to work as I looked it over. Definitely an old alarm clock. It had the bells on top and everything. This was confusing because the damn thing was beeping a minute ago.
While looking it over I heard a voice in my head. "It's enchanted." Said the voice of Striker. Now Id assume that if a normal person heard a voice in their head they'd jump, maybe scream, and throw whatever they were holding thinking that was where the voice was coming from. Me? Well I just nodded put the clock back on the table and got up. Yeah I'm not what you'd call sane. Not crazy but definitely less than normal.
It was as I got up I noticed several things that made me dread the direction this story, if it was one, was taking. First off, and the least worrisome, was that I was actually in decent shape. Not buff in any sense of the word but not chubby and with an ok tan. Second was that I was short. Very short. I can't remember what age would fit this height but chances are it would be different in Christian's world anyway. Finally and, depending on how things are, the most worrisome was that I was naked. Please let me be worrying over nothing.
"If you are curious you're 10 at the moment and the naked thing is something you and Rose have in common." Oh that could have so many connotations.
"Let me guess." I thought back to him. "Rose would be my little sister most likely 9 at this point?" I assume the feeling he sent back was a yes so I continued. "Which means I'm related to Harry as well?" I sighed. I could already see how this was going in my head. I may have forgotten any idea I ever had to do with this story but it is still mine and I am still a writer, how good depended on your perspective.
"Ok Striker what first?" Talking to myself in my head and waiting for a response was going to take some getting used to.
"Well first is a shower. It's through that door right next to the cabinet." I took his advice and walked through the door pausing to look in the mirror as I entered the bathroom. Ok eyes still the same colour maybe a little darker. Hair was definitely darker. Black instead of the normal dark brown. Face seemed a bit sharper too. I shrugged and hopped into shower and the water turned on automatically to what seemed like the perfect temperature. After a moment of getting used to the water I went through my routine.
After some time I got out, brushed my teeth and went back into the bedroom. Should probably get used to calling it my own. "So what now? I assume there is a downstairs where I should go to eat breakfast?" I headed to the wardrobe to grab some clothes.
"Yeah. You know you don't have to get dressed." I paused mulling that thought over before grabbing some shorts and looking for some underwear. Probably not smart to trust the self-proclaimed dark wizard about what to wear to breakfast.
It was as I was getting dressed that it occurred to me. "Wait why the hell do you run around naked?"
That question obviously caught him of guard. "Well I don't anymore but why shouldn't I have?"
"Well because it is extremely childish for one. Don't get me wrong I'm perfectly fine with doing it especially since you look a lot better than I did but it's not really something I picture a dark wizard doing."
"Why do you think I got into dark magic? I loved the rush and the freedom."
Probably should have expected a reply along those lines. That didn't stop the one thought I had being sent to him though. "Oh my god you're an exhibitionist." I put my heads in my hand as that went through my mind. What Striker said next made me feel a lot worse.
"Hey I'm a dark wizard I have all types of kinks." Deciding from then on to ignore whatever the evil voice in my head had to say I left my room and went downstairs. I knew what types of things went on in the deepest darkest recesses of my mind. They weren't pretty. And while I hoped that the me writing this, assuming this was all a story and not me being delusional, would not put in anything to bad so as not to make himself look like a horrible human being I knew that I would love to make myself suffer more.
So it was, with Striker giving me mental instructions, that I made my way towards the kitchen where breakfast would be held since the dining room was apparently dinner only. I walked in and there they were. Lily with her red hair working beside what could only be the miniature version of James himself, Harry. Said grown up was sitting at the table with the Daily prophet in hand. So far seemed like the perfect family… "Wait how the hell are they still alive?"
"I'll fill you in later. For now just take the chair directly opposite where Mum and Harry are cooking."
Ignoring how strange it was to hear a version of me call Lily Potter Mum I did as told and said good morning to what was going to be my new family for who knew how long.
Lily was the first to speak up, damn I'm going to have to get used to calling her Mum as well. "Good morning sweetie." She was quickly echoed by Harry and James before she asked me a question. "Would you mind going to see if Rose is awake yet?" I said yes and left the kitchen immediately. I don't know why but I got the distinct impression that my presence made them feel awkward.
On the way back up the stairs I had a quick conversation with Striker. "So any reason why she isn't up yet?"
"She's trying to show she is a big girl by sleeping without a nightlight. She gets scared but is too stubborn to wake Mum and Dad. She used to go crawling in with Harry but he wasn't getting enough sleep because she kept moving so she stayed in her room."
During that lengthy explanation of my new sister's sleeping habits I found myself outside what Striker said was her room which happened to be across the hall from mine and opened the door. Chances are if the alarm didn't wake her, my knocking wouldn't either. Besides she runs around naked, if the voice in my head is to be believed, what could she possibly have to be embarrassed about? As I opened the door I saw exactly what I expected a little girl's room to look like. Short answer being everything was pink. That reminded me that I didn't really take a good look around my room but Id worry about that later.
I moved toward the bed where a lump in the blankets told me Rose was still sleeping. As I got closer I noticed that the blankets seemed to be tangled around her, definitely a restless sleeper. I pulled them back and saw her. She was your typical Harry's sister. Red hair, cute as can be, probably had James' brown eyes which would only add to the adorable factor. I sighed as I went to shake her awake. I didn't do well with cute. Give her today and she'll have me wrapped around her finger.
"Rose." I whispered giving her a gentle shake. "It's time to wake up sis. Breakfast is ready." She shifted slightly and sat up rubbing the sleep out of her eyes with her fists. I winced. Forget today she'll probably have me done before the end of breakfast.
She stared at me a bit in confusion turning her head to the side. "Christian?" she asked in a sleepy voice that made me wince again. "Why are you here?"
I smirked and pulled her into a hug causing her to squeak in surprise. "Well sleepyhead. Mum wanted to make sure the cutest girl in the world didn't miss breakfast so she sent me to wake you."
She looked at me with that confused look still on her face. "Why not Harry?"
I pouted at her and turned away. "I see how it is. You like Harry better do you? Ok fine. Not like I care." I got off the bed and moved towards the door only to be tackled before I even got anywhere close.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean it please don't hate me." I looked at her and immediately regretted it. She was only a bit shorter than me but that was still enough to give the look she had all the more power. Typical cute look. Big eyes on the verge of watering, a pout and being smaller to make her look all the more vulnerable and innocent.
Needless to say I crumbled. "Oh don't give me that look." I practically whined. "I could never hate you." I gave her a kiss on the forehead and turned back to the door. Before I took a step she squealed in delight and ran out the door and downstairs shocking me at both her speed and lack of clothes.
Ok then, either Striker was right and I could have gone to breakfast naked or she is going to be sent back up here. I left her room, went downstairs and took my seat in the kitchen which put me one seat away from James' right and two from his left. Considering it was a round table I assumed I would be in the middle of the children. Since Rose was on my left and still naked which no one was batting an eye at, I considered myself right.
What was served was the typical English breakfast. Eggs, bacon, sausages. I dug in without a fuss thinking it would be better that way and found myself surprised by how good it tasted. I didn't like eggs but I guess new body means new taste buds. I was quiet throughout all of breakfast, thinking it better that way, listening to everybody else talk. It turns out today was a Saturday and yet both Lily and James had to go into work leaving me and Harry in charge. After some more chatter while everyone finished eating Rose looked at the clock and gasped when she saw it was nearly 10, guess we had a late day because it was the weekend, and she ran into the what I assume was the living room and turned on what sounded like a TV.
Ok so it was one of these stories. Lily being so good at charms managed to find a way to get electricity to work around magic. It made sense but as I said goodbye to my new parents I couldn't help but wonder why I would include it. If Harry and I were, I assumed twins and therefore both 10 that would make the year 1990. There would be nothing I would want to watch.
Or at least that is what I though until I heard the so familiar promo. "My Little Pony up next only on the Hub Network." Upon hearing that I took off towards the sound as fast as Rose did and jumped onto the couch. I obviously shocked her when I landed right next to her but I shushed her as the episode started. I could tell without even looking that my two new siblings were shocked that I had taken such an interest in a girls show but Rose was just happy she had someone to watch it with and Harry just went outside to fly.
Half an hour later and I was OK with how the episode went. It hurt to watch at times but that's normally the point when you have two sisters fight. It was fun seeing Sweetie snap and seeing Luna again. Once it was done I turned to Rose. "So what do you want to do now?" I asked.
She beamed at me and proceeded to drag me out into the backyard. Actually backyard is probably an understatement. It was huge with a forest on one side and a river leading into it. Harry was flying up in the air. How he could I don't know because it is extremely hot out here. The only reason I kept moving was because of Rose. As she dragged me towards the forest I talked to Striker. "Is this normal for her?"
"No. She made a bet with Dad and won. Her reward was being able to run around naked all day today." Before I could respond he continued. "I think it was just to see what it was like to not have to deal with clothes. She went back to normal but then again I didn't go skinny dipping with her in my time."
"Wait. What?" I was cut off by a splash. Without me noticing it seemed Rose had dragged me into the forest just out of sight of the house. The splash was her diving into the water. The river seems to become a little pool. Whether it became a river again further up I don't know because Rose was looking at me with that puppy dog look again.
I sighed and stripped before jumping in with her. Thankfully the water wasn't too cold and it was a great way to deal with the heat. For the first ten minutes or so I stayed away from her with a mantra in my head. "I may be bad but I'm not that bad."
Repeated endlessly sometimes joined by "she's my sister here surely I have that limit." I couldn't believe that though. As much as I'd like to pretend otherwise I knew exactly what types of thoughts were delegated to the gutter in my head. All I could do was ignore them and pray this story didn't make me face it.
While I was busy hating myself Rose decided it would be a good idea to pull me under. I came up spluttering listening to her laugh. It was cute but that didn't stop me from glaring at her and proceeding to grab and tickle her. I don't remember much from being ten though it was nine years ago I get the distinct impression something like this would not have bothered me. Just two kids having fun in the water. Naked or not made no difference. So I simply let my childish side out to play and had fun with my baby sister.
Sometime later when we were both tired out we left the pool. I believe it would be somewhere around 11. Potentially a quarter past. Not wanting to get my clothes wet I picked them up and walked back to the house. Hey if Rose wasn't worried about privacy I wouldn't either. So the two of us walked in silence, her smiling at me as I wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close. I let her go to open the door to see Harry talking with a man who could only be Remus Lupin.
Rose ran straight towards him shouting "uncle Moony" while I just gave a little wave and a smile.
"You were told he was coming to check up on you during breakfast." Striker chimed in.
"Oh. Probably should have paid more attention." I replied before turning my focus back to Remus. "Just give me a moment to dry off and get dressed ok." I said before rushing upstairs to do so.
When I came back down it was to see Remus giving me a look filled with curiosity. I swear if the next words out of his mouth were what I thought they were… I was proven correct as he spoke up. "You know Christian I have to say this is kind of a first for you."
I rolled my eyes and the words were out of my mouth before I could really think about them. "If you honestly would prefer me naked I could strip right now for you." That got a giggle from Rose and a small smile from the wolf man.
"Fair point. Do what you like." There was something that sounded like relief in Remus' voice. I couldn't understand why he felt relief but it is probably best to ignore it for now. Coming to that conclusion I took a seat at the table and listened as Remus told stories of his first year at Hogwarts. It seems today was the 24th of July. So next week would be the 31st and if I was correct in my assumption that meant it was my birthday and I would be turning 11 and going to Hogwarts. Guess I was wrong about the year then.
An hour passed and I was getting kind of bored so I excused myself and went upstairs heading for the door all the way at the end of the hall. Judging from the look of it and what I would put behind it I assumed this to be the Potter library. I opened the door and proved myself correct. I smirked and went in. If I wanted to fit in then I would need to have some knowledge of magic. Plus it was magic. While I've never been one to study the idea that I could do nearly anything if I knew how made me shocked that more muggleborns weren't like Hermione.
Unfortunately there did not seem to be any super powerful Potter only spell books here so I just took some books on magical theory down and went to a table near the back where I would not be disturbed. I figured I should probably understand how to summon my magic. In theory it would make learning spells and wandless magic easier which is a definite must if I wanted to try the ideas rushing around in my head.
"I could teach you some tricks to you know." Spoke the voice of Striker who seemed quite annoyed that I had been ignoring him all day.
"Sure." I replied. "But only at Hogwarts and only after I've gotten the hang of some spells."
My response seemed to shock Striker a bit if his reply was any indication. "Wait really? Not gonna go on about how you don't anything to do with dark magic?"
"Of course not. If I'm going to be a part of this world and its war I'm not going to abide by those stupid we have to be better than the enemy crap Dumbledore believes. Once on the battlefield everyone is a killer. It's what you do when off of it that decides whether someone is good or not." While I was on my little mental soap box I had kept reading which led me to the conclusion that Striker had given me some kind of natural Occlumency as it was easier to do the two things than I had expected.
So I shut myself in the library and read. I wasn't expecting to become a master in one afternoon but I didn't stumble across something interesting. Apparently in this version of the Harry Potter Universe in order to truly get the hang of wandless spell casting the wizard or witch in question had to get a feel for their magic first. From what I could understand this meant I had to first feel my magic however as I am 19 I had gotten a handle of my emotions meaning accidental magic would be unlikely. This meant that I had to wait until I got a wand since that would probably be the earliest I would get any reaction. Once I have that feeling to work of things should get easier.
I put another book down and rubbed at my eyes. Judging by the way everything was getting darker it would seem I had been in here for a number of hours. A knock at the library door surprised me since it had been so quiet. "Christian are you in there? Dinner is ready." It seems James was back.
"Coming Dad." I replied getting up to put the books away. I was stopped by a pop and the sudden appearance of a house elf. She was clean and was wearing a uniform of sorts which had what would probably be the Potter crest on it.
"Master Christian need not worry about putting things away Mitzy will take care of it." The house-elf snapped her fingers and the books went flying back to their positions.
I smiled and patted her on the head. "Thank you Mitzy." I said getting a smile from the creature as I walked past and left the library.
I followed my nose downstairs and it was only then that I realised I had not had anything to eat or drink since breakfast so my throat was dry to the point of hurting. I entered the kitchen first and went to the fridge. Opening it up I found exactly what I expected. Milk, food, juice and in the bottom rung of the door was some cans of Pepsi. I grabbed one and went out the other door which, as I expected, led to the dining room.
Once again I sat down and hate aiming to keep quiet and listen. It seemed like that was normal for me as nobody questioned but I did end up getting dragged into the conversation before long.
"So Christian what is with the sudden fascination with the library?" Predictably it was James that decided to be blunt but luckily I had an explanation for this change of behaviour.
"Well Uncle Moony came over and was telling us all about how Mom was such a good student in her first year. Since we are starting Hogwarts soon I figured I should try and study to live up to her standard since I'm not so good on a broom." I had a long talk with Striker that shaped my reply and as my mother praised me and my dad went on about having a bookworm for a son I thought on it.
Harry was still the same from the books but with his parents around he was a lot more confident and while not a prankster he seemed to take after his father more than his mother. While he still had her heart thankfully the confidence boost leads him to take full advantage of the leader aura his father has that makes people want to follow and trust him.
I, on the other hand, have apparently gotten shoved into a role on the opposite side of the spectrum. While Striker also had the flying instinct Harry has he doesn't enjoy it to the same extreme. While not a bookworm it seemed Striker was kind of the logical one preferring to think things through lest he give into anger. It seems that he lacked any real morals. If he got pissed off he became a threat liable to kill someone without any qualms.
As such I decided to play to the more logical side of things and try to pass myself off as a bookworm. It helps me to learn all I can and can act as an excuse when I gain knowledge from Striker. Plus it may be fun to give Hermione a run for her money. While she will gladly use the excuse that I grew up in a magical household she will do everything she can to prove she is better.
Actually, I mused as the conversation continued on without me, I should probably come up with a plan about all this. I continued to eat while giving the matter some thought. First year shouldn't be too difficult as the protections for the stone will probably be the same and I already have some ideas of getting around them. Classes should pretty much be no problem if I keep up the bookworm status. So the only other big events would be Halloween, meeting Voldemort, and the first Quidditch match… Wait I'm forgetting something… Right I should probably include the train ride their and the thing with Norbert to.
With my plate clean I excused myself and went to bed early claiming to be tired from the reading. After taking care of everything in the bathroom; shower, teeth, etc. I stripped to my underwear and hopped into bed continuing to think. It would probably be best to start from the beginning and go from there.
First would be the train ride. Probably best to share a compartment with Hermione and Neville. Get her used to friends and him out of his shell. "Actually Neville's parents are fine too." Striker cut in. So not so much out of his shell as accept him. Steer clear of Malfoy too. Ok that's simple enough and there is really nothing I can do about the sorting so next thing.
That would probably be Halloween if I recall correctly since Malfoy would be an idiot to challenge the son of an Auror. Halloween means the troll and since I'm effectively trying to replace Ron with Neville here there shouldn't be a problem with Hermione. I should mention the Slytherin's live in the dungeons thing though. That may earn me some brownie points.
Next is the Quidditch match which Harry may or may not be in if things go the same way but other than learning the counter jinx Snape used or that Arresto Momentum spell not much I can do from the stands. Guess I should probably leave that for now…
The next is getting rid of Norbert. I could go to Dumbledore about it or go the same way as the book. I could either make sure they remember the invisibility cloak or try to lower the points taken. I could also try and keep Neville out of it. Getting in contact with Charlie shouldn't be a problem since I'm sure the twins would be helpful enough if I end up screwing things up with Ron. The kid can be a decent friend I just need to figure out how to handle him.
Finally for first year would be the third floor corridor. Devils Snare shouldn't be a problem. Neither should the keys or the chess board and the troll should hopefully be knocked out by Quirrell. That left Fluffy and the potions riddle. Unfortunately I am unsure if my way with dogs translates to a Cerberus but there is always music. That only left the riddle. From Pottermore and what I recall from the book I should be able to guess which one is right but unfortunately only one person can go forward after Quirrell.
Unless… Ok if I steal the stone ahead of time and hide it in the room of requirement then the only problem should be with the troll and if the teachers believed Hermione's lie on Halloween then chances are there are some books on dealing with trolls in the library that I could look at. After that I could send it off to the Flamel's since I have absolutely no clue on how to use it.
I smiled and snuggled under the blanket glad at having a plan in front of me. Hopefully I will still remember it by the time morning comes. I turn over trying to get comfortable in this new bed that I didn't really have time to analyse this morning. I tossed and turned a little bit more bemoaning the loss of the stuffed animals I'm used to sleeping with before finally falling asleep.
A/N: And there we go. I know I should probably be working on my other stories but this would just not get out of my head. And when they get stuck in my head you get longer chapters. For example I still have no idea what I want to include in the third chapter of my other Harry Potter fic. Don't get me wrong I know exactly what I want to do but I have nothing except the beginning. So review if you liked it or if you didn't and we'll see how long it takes before I put up another chapter of something. It's probably going to be the Naruto one next but I'll get started on the other one to see if that gets the creativity flowing.