Alright readers. This is the Admiral, wanting you to know that I'm dropping the other Harry Potter fanfiction since the original CabbageManWriting didn't have anything further written out for me to go on. None of the notes were about it, so I'm publishing another Harry Potter fanfiction (this one obviously) that he HAD planned out to a degree, at least where the first book was concerned. After that I'll do my best to think off of that and continue it. As it stands that will be a little while away since I won't be able to post all that often.
"Aion, pleasure to see you again, as always. May I ask what you're doing here? Last I remember, you told me you were going to the outer west dimensions not the inner east ones like this one." A man, standing at six foot with long snow white hair and icy blue eyes walked up behind another fairly tall white-haired male with green eyes. If one were to look at the suit-clad people in the surroundings they would be considered very oddly dressed, but for them it was completely natural. The one who had originally spoke, the blue eyed one, was wearing elegantly crafted robes of deep blue, black, and gold that came down to the ground hiding his legs and feet and also covered the entirety of his arms and hands. The one with green eyes, who was revealed as Aion, wore a black form-fitting cloak along with black boots and gloves to complete the set and showed no skin other than the face and neck because his hood was down.
The man, Aion, turned around at the voice and bowed briefly but deeply at the waist before standing tall again. "Master Sora, it has been far too long. I got lost again and came here. Since this is my first time here in a long while I thought I'd find a hero to mess around with. How about yourself? I thought you had taken on another hero yourself and were dimension-hopping with him."
Sora smiled and shrugged. "I left him with Toriko so that he can eat some good foods while I take a break from him. A nice trade-off don't you think? Anyway, who's the hero you chose? I was just going to stop by and talk to Nicholas while I was here, but the prospect of a temporary hero sounds fun."
"Master, please don't tell me you want to snag this one from me, I've been so bored lately."
Sora couldn't help but laugh and at the end it turned slightly evil. Not like generic bad guy evil, more like someone who's plotting a prank. "I think I shall, this time young one. Besides, you aren't allowed to interfere in original timelines, so if he isn't dead yet then you'll be here for hours, whereas I," he puffed up his chest in mock smugness, "have both permission and ability to do so with ease."
Aion groaned at his masters words. He had gotten lost in an old school tokyo a bit ago but because the hero was already far overpowered there wasn't any room for him. "You owe me for this one Master Sora."
"Why don't you go hang out with Naruto and Toriko for a while? That should cure you of your boredom easily." This seemed to brighten the other white haired man up slightly and with a snap of Soras fingers under his sleeves, a paper thin door of complete darkness opened up next to him. "Do tell Komatsu I wish him luck with, you know, staying alive and all."
Aion couldn't help but snicker as he went towards the portal. "Ah, here's the young heroes file the fate sisters gave me. I had wondered why the fate sisters were smirking at me when they handed me this. I imagine it was ultimately meant for you. What a pain in the ass." Aion handed off a large manilla file filled to capacity with papers. This was pretty below average for most heroes actually as most would have several folders required to contain the pages. Poor kid probably wouldn't have lived to see his fiftieth year.
After handing off the file, Aion disappeared into the darkness and Sora closed it with a snap of his fingers. "Well better get started I suppose." There were very few seats in this place so Sora simply made a comfortable throne for himself to sit in.
"No parents. Abuse both verbally and physically from a young age by aunt uncle and cousin, and no one to defend the poor boy... It is no wonder how he is so easily manipulated by faux-kindness later on in life." He had initially skimmed through the psych report on the Boy-Who-Lived before starting his life. Basically it said he was kind, honorable, under-powered, easily manipulated, constantly tricked, and of only average intelligence. It was also no wonder to him why the fates were willing for someone to assist the boy. He had been given a harsh reality more so than most could handle without some severe mental issues.
"Moving on. Pet owl, later to become his familiar only to die from a killing curse while fleeing with one "Rubeus Hagrid", who is a half-giant. "Wand, 11", holly wood, phoenix feather core. Not a bad wand from what I can tell but it doesn't look like it's truly suited for him. Perhaps another combination would be better." Sora kept muttering to himself for a moment before he returned to the files floating in front of him.
"Skipping along to first year... Youngest seeker in a century huh, not bad kid, not bad... Stunned troll alongside supposedly best friend Ronald Bilius Weasley, whom later betrayed him at the age of 47 out of jealousy. I hate traitors. Let's see, newly found friendship with miss Hermione Jean Granger. Not a bad looking girl, and very intelligent too." Sora then hummed with a smirk as he noticed he could have some fun with this potential couple when he gets down there. That was probably one of the reasons Aion wanted this job, harems were something of a favorite of his to create for heroes, not unlike Sora himself. Probably where he got it in fact.
"Oh, already met Nicholas at this age? Oh never mind it's just that stupid stone of his. I'll have to give a talking to Nicholas while I'm down there for allowing the likes of Dumbledore borrow the stone for such reasons... Confronted Tom Marvolo Riddle, whom had successfully taken refuge inside one Proffessor Quirinus Quirrell. Interesting magic decision mister Riddle, but so pathetically feeble. A simple expulsion process could be done, of course the host body would die as well, but since this Quirrell person hosted willingly I don't particularly care."
"Let's see, summer after the first year, house elf by the name of Dobby prevents messages being sent to young Harry Potter along with dropping a cake on his uncle and aunts guests after warning him about the upcoming year?" Sora broke out laughing at that one. Honestly he liked that house elf now and he barely read anything about him. After he was done laughing he returned to his reading. "Young Harry got in trouble for use of magic in front of a muggle. Well that's easily preventable when I go down there, next issue. Uncle applies iron bars to the young boys windows and locks his doors to prevent him from leaving for school until misters Fred, George, and Ronald Weasley take him and Hedwig away in a flying car. Reading all of this is starting to get tiring, and boring. It's just one problem after the other with so many easily corrected mistakes. I'm beginning to hate taking this job if all I'll deal with are idiots and "justice" freaks. Well Fred and George Weasley are okay in my book, as well as Ginevra Weasley and Hermione Granger. I suppose I can just read while I'm there." Sora often talked to himself when he was alone, almost constantly. It was mostly out of boredom, and maybe some slight insanity.
"Well, best get a move on shall I?" With a wave of his hand Sora no longer wore the royal robes and in its place was a black suit consisting of black slacks, black shined shoes, a white button up, a black waistcoat, a black suit jacket, and a blood red tie. His ears had disappeared, as did the tail that was normally hidden under his garments anyway. His hair also shrunk down until it was just past his ears and his bang hung just above his eyes.
With a swift movement, Sora ran his hands through his hair, effectively slicking it back to stay there while he moved down the hallway to an office labeled "Administration".
"Good day to you Rupert. I'm here to let you know about my soon to be had interference in a young heroes life. One Harry Potter."
The man Sora had talked to was barely seen over the massive amount of papers on his desk. What could be seen though was a pudgy faced man in his mid-fourties, with black hair, which was mostly covered by the bowler hat he wore, and a bushy mustache. The mans hazel eyes widened ever so slightly before his whole form relaxed slightly "Oh Lord Sora, a pleasure to see you again. Unfortunately I do not have the luxury to talk much so I shall have to make it quick, I sincerely apologize for that Lord Sora."
"Nonsense Rupert, I understand completely. It's been a rough few years here in the Afterlife Ministry. I just wished to let you know that some of the papers you'll have to deal with should be disappearing once I take my leave. For a while at least." The Afterlife Ministry was a space outside of time itself, thus it constantly dealt with deaths that were happening both in the past and the future at the same time. Even Sora didn't know how it worked very well, as he had never much cared to explore the idea. Maybe he should when he had too much time on his hands later on.
Rupert seemed to relax further and let out a sigh. "Thank you so much Sora, we really need to get more administers to handle paperwork here. I don't know how much longer I can keep this up." Sora idly noticed the man hadn't stopped his hand movement this whole time, either stamping a page or signing his name. It was quite impressive.
"I'm so glad I don't have to deal with that in my dimension, my wives and my secretary deal with all of that." Sora smirked at the mans envious expression. "Well, I don't want to take any more of your time so I'll take my leave." With that he turned around and threw a wave over his shoulder as he left, closing the door behind him.
"Now then, let's get down there and have some fun."
"Hope to see you next time." ~The Admiral