Hey fellow wrigters and readers, This is my second fic (trouble in Seattle is abandoned) and im going to try make it readable, it features an over powered harry, dimension travel, ooc/oc charicrters and MOD harry, its probably not that good but hey ho, what can you do?
Disclaimer: i only own an OC or two
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Pairing ideas are welcome
Chapter 1 : Wrong place wrong time
As 22 year old wizarding saviour Boy-Who-Lived Harry Potter woke up in the mess of a place he, for the last 5 years, called home, the dark aura of number 12 Grimmauld Place enhanced by the empty bottles of alcohol strewn across the floor and a lingering scent of stale fire whiskey in the air.
Harry sighed and pulled himself out of bed with his large muscular arms. Holding a finger in front of him he thought 'Tempest' seeing 12:34 shoot out his finger in a blueish hugh 'Not again' he muttered to noone in particular stripping his muggle pajamas off to change into a pair of blue skinny jeans, timberland boots, a ralph lorain shirt and a black leather jacket, he walkled to the kitchen and took a seat, 'Kreature' he called, suddenly with a sharp crack and a sudden apperance of an ugly little house elf. 'Yes dirty half blood, who discraces good mrs Blacks good family name, What do yous want?' Asked Kreature, 'get me breakfast... and don't poison it' he added, better safe than sorry he thought. 'Yes master' muttered Kreature. Pulling the daily profit from the counter whilst poring a coffee with a hangover potion mixeded in, POTTER STILL NOT SEEN IN WEEKS strapped across the front page, shaking his head and throwing it across the table. He hadn't been happy in 6 years, since the battle of hogwarts, since he collected all 3 deathly hallows from the battle ground, but as it turned out, master of death was not the reward for uniting all 3 hallows, what it had gave him was a supercharged magical core, putting Dumbledoor and Voldemort to shame, and the knowledge of everyone who ever held them. What harry found out was that even Merlin Emrys himself had wielded the elder wand and Morgana LeFay the same, but there knowledge didn't satisfy Harry, he wanted to go a step further, something not even The Dark Lord was crazy enough to try, he was bored of this world, his freinds dead, the minestry wanting to use him and the public holding him in such high esteem.
after his breakfast he headed to Gringots wizarding bank, thinking of the heafty sum he was made to pay the goblins for his horcrux hunting ecapades, but that was a mear dent in the riches his family had in its multiple vaults. A quick clear of his vaults later and he was apparating home with close to 558 million galleons in a magic pouch on his waist.
Poping into Grimmauld Place's attic, a glowing purple portal with the tenacity of liquid jelly emitting short beams of light every now and then in the middle of the room, pulling a knife from his pocket and cutting his hand over the portal 'Here goes nothing' he muttered to him self steping into the portal and just like that, he was gone.