Warning: *Request/Rant ahead!*

AN: FlowerInTheCourt simply bitched out and left.

All I said on that front.

Hello there, welcome back to one of my rantings/chapters.

I have been liking this project, even if haven't taken time to finish my others. I have *almost* finished the proper Chapter 1 for Fate/second Avenger, and while it will take a bit longer for it to be seen by ya, well, I know you will love it.

While roaming through I suddenly had a wave of nostalgia, then I remembered some fics I liked.

Turns out, they have been erased. Even the accounts that held them.

I raged again.

There several I remember being awesome.

One was a very lovely HP fic about harry experiencing his probable futures… life being married to several girls in Hogwarts, and not others…

I liked that one, Cho and him had marriage troubles because she didn't want any kids to ruin her quidditch career and became more distant to him but he was wishing for a family; when he ended with Su Li they became superheroes but left that to have a family; he and the Patil twins moved to India and he became an ambassador with his wives helping him around the court on those lands; he and lavender created a world of orgy (No, seriously)… and then it reached a point from my heart as at the end of the lavender chapter a dismayed Gabrielle Delacour asked him if he thought they could have been happy together, then the world sifts again and in this turn he ends with Gabby, in an adorable family… he even asks the guy that's showing him this alternate futures to let him live that one with gabby, but then it turns Ron became a new dark lord and searches harry and Gabby's cottage in the forest and kills gabby and their children in front of harry… which in the present word leaves harry hanging when the future doesn't shifts but simply skips ahead and he ends up with Fleur… after she divorces bill for him being gay and beating her… which has him a bit off with his PTSD, but she declares her love for harry just as he's about to AK himself to be together with gabby… then he goes back to the present, talks epically with the guy who showed him the futures, thanked him for the show and left.

He wakes up in the real world and a teacher (don't remember if it was Poppy or Minerva) call him out for "having several witches claiming being his wives and demanding to see him" (I can remember laughing at that).

If anyone knows that story, please, tell me its name or if it's been taken down… or at least the name of its author, I remember it was completed around 2014 with that phrase, but I'd definitely love to read it again.

(NRVMND I found it, it called The Love Of Your Life by fantasy1290, a great author with a dismaying updating schedule, but this story deserve a lot more respect… if only the Hannah chapter wasn't so bizarre, but to me, a good kind of bizarre)

Another one, this one was definitely taken down. It involved a Shirou Emiya (from fate stay/night) found in the Highschool DXD universe and being taken as a protégé by Ajika Beelzebub and being adopted, meeting Serafall and falling for each other, and then I remember the last chapter I saw of that fic was as the four satans prepared a meeting with a lot of the devils populace in attendance, they were about to announce a de-aged Shirou as the fifth satan (In-training) when the fallen angels attack the meeting, Shirou takes them down with simple archery before Calabolg'ing the assault leader like nothing. The next chapter would have been amazing but next I searched it was taken down, and I found no traces of it ever again.

So, if it's not a great favor to ask those who read this story, please, leave me it name, and I will forever thankful for that. Might give you as sneak peek of sveral of my thousand project in my Ideas Box… might let ya adopt them… I have a quite unique mind…

Wonder if I would have gotten along with Luna Lovegood…

Oh, and for those wondering, no, Mathias isn't Harry, at all.

Ending this rant now, keep with the story:

Hard-Reset

Chapter 2: Transition 01

Harry ran.

To the edge or the anti-apparition wards, he ran. As so many of the wedding guests called for the Aurors and most kept screaming at the sight of the corpses laying in the sun.

He ran as his best friends called for him to stop.

Harry knew he had to be afraid, but he couldn't.

This was someone who'd offered him his friendship wanting nothing in return.

He'd almost rejected that offer of his one year ago, but seeing as no one dared to come close to the Man-Who-Conquered, he simply wanted to be heard by someone.

His best friends had already found someone to be with, his friends had someone to be with… they loved and felt loved by someone accordingly.

But not him.

Harry only had a stalker who did nothing but push him away with her arrogance and creepiness, he had his two best friends marrying to each other… and their families had simply cheered them on.

But Harry had no one.

Everyone that had loved him was dead.

Those who had become his family… or were so close to becoming… were dead.

Harry might have destroyed Lord Voldemort, Tom Riddle, but in the process, he became him.

Alone, empty, hollow.

And then, Matt came

He would simply talk when he wanted to be listened, he would hear attentively when he spoke. Harry had finally found someone who would listen to him.

So they discussed, from the stupidest of topics to the most mind-blowing theories, always with a glass of firewhiskey on hand, that most recently began to simply stay there.

Harry refused to simply lose one last friend.

Matt had become a friend, close enough that if the Dursleys hadn't tainted his concept of cousin, Harry would be proud to call Matthias a cousin of his.

So he refused to abandon his family once again.

I walked with a simple bag over my shoulder, charmed as those old-fashioned trucks wizards couldn't seem to abandon.

Of course, having come out of a rather destructive war, it's quite reasonable that they do that, clinging to the few things they have left. Wizards or not, we're all human.

Same faults, same mistakes.

My equipment was placed in a box with a stasis and unbreakable runic array. As were my tools and materials from my travels. Everything shrunk and in the bag.

But I left several of my notes, as a parting gift to Harry.

I found out these were not Death Eaters.

The marks were quite good replicas, faded as to fool everyone to think those were followers of Voldemort.

But they were not.

I noticed the subtle differences, the painfully obvious mistakes.

These were prisoners faking being death eaters, all of them had a quite ingenious if amateurish binding to one organization: The ministry of magic.

This was quite clever plan. Kill Harry's friends and allies in one sweep, blame him for the deaths, have all the DE posers magically transform into heroic aurors trying to defend the wedding's guests from the 'new dark lord Harry Potter'

A plan to remove my friend from the scene without anyone making a fuss, hell, even demanding it.

The pseudo dark mark had a runic array that emulated the imperius curse to a smaller scale, but with most of its effectiveness. Not enough to cloud the subjects' emotions, but enough to control their actions. But likely it was bonded to an amorentia-derived potion to subject the poor sods to the ministry's whims.

I found and kept several samples form the corpses I made, but even in the stasis chambers, they were degrading quickly.

I recorded everything in a memory copy. And duplicated the samples and put them in even more potent stasis chambers.

I wrote down everything I found in a not I left to Harry.

Never trust anyone; it might be that even his friends were convinced to participate on this.

Keep moving. Grimmauld was a safe place, but it was known, so it wasn't as secure as he would need it to be.

I left him the address to my flat, it was keyed to his magical signature and only he would be able to read it.

So I ran.

I used a special runic array to hide my magical signature, as I saw that there were several robed people watching the surrounding area. The moment I was out of their sight, I summoned another project I had.

The motorcycle, and exact replica of the Machine Winger, white and gold like its origin, I simply keyed it to my magical signature and turned on the MERC (Magic/Electric Runic Converter) Engine which roared happily to life. I rode the motorcycle towards my next destination.

I had managed to buy a flat close in downtown London, then obliviating the guys who helped me acquiring it before putting my flat under Fidelius, I transferred my inventions from my bottomless bags as soon as I got basic defenses up. I chose to wait until I went with the downright nasty ones.

The set up was Spartan, I simply went more for utility than luxury, but there were some thing I simply couldn't tolerate.

A Dreamcast, a SNES, a Genesis adorned the table next to the TV, while several games I managed to acquire filled the bookcases along the living room.

The bedroom I chose was already furnished with a comfortable bed and a simply worktable, and as the rest of the flat, it was charm painted to a soft beige color that I simply liked.

The security measures included the reinforcement of the whole building, the strengthening if the support pillars with runic arrays that rendered them indestructible. The outer wall concrete walls were reinforced too.

I didn't take my chances, I knew that while highly improbable, but a Magus Killer could be out there.

The Fourth Grail War occurred close to this year, I think.

But I knew he didn't exist in this world, but I couldn't help but shudder to think that there was someone as lethal as him in this world.

So I simply went back to the flat to set up the tv and the workspace…

I took out my cellphones, a pair of old (from the time I before came here) machines, rugged and their carcasses beaten, but they passed the test of time along with me. A good old IPhone 4 that had been with me since my teenage years, and a Nokia Lumia 1320 that came to me when the IPhone couldn't keep up anymore.

But these machines had been with me through thick and thin, friends in a sense human contact before him just couldn't hope to accomplish.

I readied them with improvised wall chargers, I had to find a way to protect them from the EMP effects magical energy had on my electronics.

But that would be for another time, first fix the ward stones, then moving with the less urgent matters.

A loud pop resounded and I had the Lupin Gunner aimed at whoever it was' head, the other guy simply collapsed in a heap, and I recognized the familiar moans of our times together during hangover.

Harry simply couldn't bear with magical transportation, methinks.

I put my Gunner back in its hostler on my right hip, the holster was disillusioned so no one could see me draw it before it was aimed at their heads.

I pulled my friend from the ground before he gave me the mother of all hugs and began rambling if I was ok…

To which I simply answered that I was if the other guys had already been collected by the Aurors.

To which he answered yes, but I simply gave him a calming draught and proceeded to ask if he really had seen the Aurors arrive.

He simply smiled sheepishly and told me that not really, because he'd ran after me, before going back to Grimmauld and finding my note before coming here.

I didn't know if I should tell him about the conspiracy…

So I told him bluntly.

I exposed my reasons, hold either the plan was to make him a dark wizard by driving him to a roaring revenge rampage, or jut paint him a criminal by killing anyone that might help or support him or help him in one clean sweep.

He simply stared at me incredulously and I showed him my evidence. The fake marks, the imperio-like potion remnants, the obviously badly constructed wands which didn't react to Priori incantation.

He once again stared at me and simply asked who would do that.

I told him anyone with power, the Ministry wouldn't want anyone to defy them, the Death Eater Remnants would like revenge, politicians from the Wizantemot would want to stop him from claiming his seat and becoming a liability to their power.

In short, anyone that could help him could as well be an enemy, even the family.

I told him if he'd finally broken up with the Weasley youngest.

He nodded and told me he didn't even came to patch up thing with her, she'd simply taken to think they were together once again.

I think I could know one probable conspirator in this case.

But still, why?

I simply ran the cases in my head, each fit well with the situation, but I couldn't help but think there was more to this than I could see.

Harry had taken to admire my living room that while still Spartan-looking, I had set up for maximum comfort.

That night, I still took out my notes on my ultimate project.

Hard-Reset.

To send yourself back in time without causing a catastrophic entropic failure.

I thought a lot about it, but how to that?

To not alter the timeline just by being sent back in time?

It was vexing, but I knew I could do it.

Only one thing was in my way.

Time Turners.

I needed them.

All of them.

And I had someone who knew how to get inside the place where they were sleeping on the spare bedroom next to me.

That night, Harry dreamed.

He dreamed of a hero.

And he saw himself.

Because the hero was him.

But not him at all.

If something, he was slightly jealous of that Harry.

Because of the parents that had found him.

A red-haired father with golden eyes, who simply cared so much for his family.

A blonde mother that was beautiful and regal in a sense words failed him, her green eyes making her look like his mother.

A Red-eyed aunty, awfully short, but she loved him no matter what. Had the temper of a pissed off Ginny, that one.

Another red-haired man, an uncle, that despite his own family he always found time to be with Harry's own.

Another aunty, a purple colored beauty that reminded him of Fleur's during the Triwizard, confident, beautiful, but with skills to beat you if you tried your hand at her.

Another mommy? This one was raven-haired with blue eyes, she reminded him of a more greedy Hermione, but this mommy(?) was loyal to them as much as Hermione had been to him. She was a prodigy at magic too.

Wonder, why hadn't he noticed her in the first place? Why choose Ginny over her?

Harry looked at this Harry, with a lot of envy, and the huge family he'd found.

And was astonished when one time, sitting on a porch with his father, while their grandparents were visiting, he'd been asked what he wanted to do once he grew up.

At this, both Harrys smiled, one in pain, one innocently, but both with flames in their eyes.

"I going to be a hero of justice!"