FANTASTIC WIZARDS AND WITCHES AND WHERE TO FIND THEM

Or the story of how Harry Potter managed to die the only time he wasn't in danger and lived to tell the tale.

So, hello to all and welcome to my fic, the Author's Notes down below should explain things, but if you have doubts feel free to ask away

I'll say only this, I came up with this story because while wallowing in self-pity for having finished all the topic-related fanfictions I decided that if I couldn't read one like I wanted a should just write, so this fic will have lots of magics, explanations of how, in my humble opinion it works, teenager a pre-teenager life and swearing

Be dears and push those buttons, a little appreciation goes a long way into helping someone write!

It really shouldn't have surprised him. It was a little stupid thing. He was going through the paperwork a trainee auror usually gets assigned from his too lazy superior;

him more than others, because obviously being the famed Boy-Who-Lived - and he really really wanted to know the fucker who came up with this hyphenated shit - meant that it was assumed that he could already perform every single spell in the course.

Obviously it wasn't the case, he had to work his ass off to produce a single Tutamen Totus for a week, a powerful full-body shield that protected from both physical and magical attacks and stayed close to the body, forming a skin-thigh protection, simply because no one considered he needed the help.

It was his fault too, he could have - should have said something, complained that it wasn't possible for a nineteen year old boy to have the spell knowledge of a Senior Auror, but it was something deeply engrained in him, a relict from the Dursley's.

Still, he should have noticed something strange. Mad-Eye would have skinned him, getting lazy after the war, thinking that dangers could come from only Death Munchers and Good Ol' Tommy.

He was Harry Fuckin' James Fuckin' Potter dammit, he really should have known that something would have disrupted the quiet.

So, he was calmly doing the paperwork, like a good sheep should, when the door slammed open, forcefully waking him up from the dullness of his job.

" Get tha' lazy arse outta here and come with to the big D" snarled Hunt, the piece of shit that dumped the paperwork on him like he was a big deal. He jumped slightly, immediately cursing himself watching the grin that the Senior Auror didn't even try to hide. He really should work on the awareness thingy.

Right, awareness. The "big D", alias Daisy Dixon, newly appointed Head Auror and 5'2, gained that specific nickname thanks to the almost unstopped winning streak in the dueling circuit.

"Potter, Wilkins is at Mungo's with Dragon Pox, and I really need someone to do the rounds with the Unspeakables for that theft attempt, you'll be briefed when you go down and meet the Senior assigned to this" said in that commanding voice that really made him think of his old P.E. teacher, like she was clearly annoyed that she had to explain the smallest things but knew exactly that if she didn't no one would be able to do anything.

"Yes Madam Dixon" Harry responded with military cadence.

Well, it was a simple thing, really, some idiot tried to enter the DOM and obviously failed, but they had to put up a show of taking the threat seriously.

He went down to floor 9, saying hello to Arthur and Perkins, chatting inconsequently about Quidditch and of the newest addictions to the National team.

The waiting Unspeakable was wearing the usual grey cloak that covered him/her entirely and obscured the face, giving a very mysterious feeling (pun very much intended, I'm sad like that)

"Trainee Potter, I'm here to escort you to the Veil Room, as it was deemed that you had the most experience with it and therefore was the one with the least possibilities to do anything stupid" cue penetrating stare that could be felt even without the need to see it.

"Yes yes, I'll be a good boy and try not to poke the Archway too much" he replayed snarkily, still going through his thoughts about how much of a softie he had became in the last year and a half, what with his relationship with Ginny, helping Andromeda with Teddy and enduring Molly's talk about marriage and children..

The other snorted and turned toward the door, which he remembered clearly from his idiotic stunt in fifth year.

He shivered slightly in remembrance of that night, mindless following the Unspeakable to the Spinning Room and then to the Veil Room.

He felt a thrill of anticipation, like a long wait had finally ended, and frowned briefly, before smothering his expression into a bored one and calling the… human(?) "Well, I'll wait here these three hours waiting for absolutely nothing to happen and the make my way back to the office, alright?"

"That will be acceptable" answered his companion, without giving inflection to his voice, but he could still hear the smirk

He waved dismissively and turned around, making his way to a bench in the background and taking out his journal (NOT A DIARY) that his psychologist decided he should have, to write the day's thoughts

Yes, Hermione managed to get all of them (him, Ron, Ginny, Luna and Neville) to go to a shrink to get over every issue the war left them.

He admitted to himself that he kind of liked talking about his feelings and admitting his fears without having to expose himself to judgement thanks to the oaths they had to take before every session.

After an hour he stood up, deciding upon inspecting the room to do something. It hadn't really changed much, if he closed his eyes he could still hear the noise of spell-fire and picture the battle.

He checked every angle of the room before finally addressing the proverbial elephant in the room

The Archway was an imposing structure, not because of intricate pattern of runes one could think to find, it was bare, but because the very air seemed to thicken with something otherworldly, and the tug on his magic that he had felt ever since entering the room made itself more noticeable, from an itch to almost a hand leading toward it.

He thought back to his discussions with Hermione about its meaning when he thought they could still recover Sirius

"It is said to having been there as long as the building of the Ministry itself, which probably dates it to druidic magic!" Hermione said excitably

"Yes, and we already said that that particular kind of magic is based on belief and rituals, and its most likely because of how one sees the world after having witnessed death that Luna and I could hear voices from behind, but I want to know if it's possible to retrieve Sirius, at least his body…" his voice broke slightly, but he resumed after a second to collect himself that his fried feigned not to notice " At least to retrieve his body and give him a true funeral, like he should be allowed!"

Hermione looked at him calmly, as if judging his true intent and slowly spoke after a minute of consideration " I believe that once entered one cannot be retrieved " She raised a hand to stop his comment and resumed her train of thoughts " but exactly because I believe that it is impossible for me to do so. THEORETICALLY if one had a set of belief based on this, and had a really strong will, he could go through and come back"

Her words of both admonishment and genuine concern had shaken him from the suicidal frenzy that had taken him the months after his Godfather's death.

Still, he really should have paid more attention to where he was walking, because suddenly slipping on the slightly wet floor wouldn't have counted as an apology…

That was how Harry James Potter, Head of Houses Potter and Black, Boy-Who-Lived, Man-Who-Conquered, found himself again in the withe painted King's Cross, this time facing a cloaked figure, that rattled a breath " Hello Harry"

"Shite, Ginny's gonna kill me"

The scenery held that withe light that gave an eerie vibe to it, making him feel both on the edge and strangely accepting, this is how he exactly pictured his meeting with Death

"That may be because this is in your head, Harry" the being in front of him answered his thoughts, chuckling in amusement

Harry had to take a second to wrap his head around the fact that Death liked to talk like Dumbledore and that his mind was really fucked up if this was his representation of the afterlife

"I'm afraid that this time there's no Dumbledore to take you back to your normal life, and that yes, your mind is really messed up enough that you still represent Death as a black-clacked figure who has this strange dying-whisper for voice" Death smiled at him, or at least gave the impression to be doing so

"Is there a way for me to go back to a non-normal life then?" Harry asked, having caught upon the careful wording

"I've always known that you were smart, I don't really know why you confined yourself to be a Ministry worker" Death muttered to itself

"Alright Mister Smarty-Pants, you took away half of the fun of this meeting, but yes, you are able to continue living, just not the way you did before"

Harry surgically dissected Death's words, thinking of what it could refer to

"So is this in relation of me being the collector of the Deathly Hallows and Master of Death, which stops you from taking me?" He asked, somewhat wary of the various prospects each possible answer would mean to him

A booming laugh stopped his train of thought, leaving him to the sight of the embodiment of Death clutching his would-be stomach while laughing his ass off

Somewhat miffed from the unexpected reaction, he replied snarkily " Well excuse you, it's not like you explained things!" eyeing grumpily

"I'm sorry, young Mister Potter, but the simple thought that my prank on the Peverell brothers could evolve into this…

No, I could very well take your soul if I wanted, but since you have more than once helped me, case in point rounding up and destroying Riddle's soul anchors and finishing first my little game for the Peverell's descendants I will grant you a boon, but it still remains the fact that Harry J Potter Son of Lily and James Potter died 'today', so I can't send you back"

Harry smiled wryly at the thought of the Deathly Hallows being nothing more than a time-occupying game, but tried not to remain too hung up on it and asked " So where can you send me?" Already resigned to the thought of another life shattering adventure

"Well, I said that I cannot send you back because in this universe your role has been completed" Death kept silent for a few moments, starting again when he saw the understanding in Harry's eyes "Therefore, I could send you to another universe, where you could pick up your life where you left it, with minimal differences, or I could send you somewhere new, where you wouldn't spend your days doing paperwork, having a chance to a new life" Death finished, chuckling to itself when he saw Harry's face scrunch up in thought

While the idea of continuing with his life in a world almost identical to his old one had its appeal, he knew he was a goner once he thought of finally having the possibility to shape his life like he wanted from the beginning, and knew his face showed everything, from the internal turmoil to the final purposefulness

Death stood up, soothing his cloak, and turned around giving his its back and starting to walk toward the light and slowly fading

"Wait, you still have to hear my answer and explain where I will end up!" Harry screamed, scrambling to get on his feet and to catch up with Death

"It's not my fault that in your mind Death is super busy and doesn't have the time to explain everything to you" The being chuckled

Finally he felt himself starting to fade and when he finally gained his bearings he was in a light-filled room, being held by a young female in uniform

"Congratulations! I present you Aries Julienne Ogden!" The (probably) nurse exclaimed

He screamed.

Hello my worshipped readers, this is the first chapter of my very first fanfic here on

I have already prepared three other chapters

I will say it now so that it's clear, THIS IS A DIMENSIONAL TRAVEL, TIME TRAVEL MALE-TURNED-FEMALE REBIRTH Fanfic, so for those that don't like the genre, well, I'm sorry to see you go

There will be cussing, sexual situations, but not for a bit, I'd like to see the at least 15 before I start making the go at it, but there will be references to sex and all the shite teenagers say and do

I really hope you guys will like it, I'll probably upload the first five chapters once a day and then start uploading at max weekly, so you'll not suffer too much

It will go through the first years of Aries life and then the Hogwarts years, for the Post-Hogwarts I'll probably write a sequel

Bye bietchessss