This chapter will explore the adventure of Raven in the world of wizarding England. There will be spoilers for the Harry Potter-verse, and This story does not claim ownership over this world or the ideas within it, the Naruto-verse is mentioned from time to time, keep up, Raven is meant as a recreation of the writer-reader though.

"Talking" 'Thinking' Normal discriptive text

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Hello, my name is Michael, or was it Raven? That's beside the point, I'm here to tell you a story. One night, in late July, 1981, a child is born. Of corse this child remembers a life before this one. A life of chakra and shinobi, a life of war and piece. A life much like this one will become, but different all the same.

This life is new though. In this life the boy is special, but no one else knows that yet. You see, this child once had a father and a mother, but the father died in the last war, fighting the inevitable for the second time, and the mother, the mother lost her life a week later, during child birth.

This child was left alone, and lost. No one remembered his parents, no one knew about him. This child is special though, this child is a wizard, Michael Ravendow, Raven.

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One week after arriving in the body of a previously dissimilar child, the letter came. You see, I can alter space-time as I see fit, what made you think I'd want to be a baby again? Twice was quite enough, thank you. No, I created a family that would work, from the shadows, they didn't exist in cannon and only survived long enough to get a body for me. The father died in his second fight with Tom, and the mother from injuries of her first.

Anyways, yes, the letter came. Of corse it came, I may be a shinobi, but I'm a wizard too. And I turned eleven today, physically atleast. The letter didn't come alone, however. Because I'm apparently a muggle born, I got a teacher as well. Professor Mcgonagall to be exact.

"So, your telling me I'm not the only special one?" I say, startling the prof.

"No, your not. But why do you thing your special?" She asks, slightly flustered.

"Oh, well, other then the being able to make things float and change form, I can change myself to, see." I say as I change my hair from its natural black to a blood red and then an AK green, before in goes jet black again. This causes professor Mcgonagall to jump, along with ms. Miller.

"You're a metamorph. That is an exceptionally rare ability, even among magical's."

"Thank you, I'm happy to be able to use it without scaring everyone around me to death, and I'd love to go to your school. Is there anything important I need to know about your culture now? Or your traditions, and educate?" I ask as I change my chakra blue eyes to a bright gold color, and the conversation begins.

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Today, myself, Mcgonagall and a few other soon to be students are making our way down Diagonally. The muggle born group for this year, and I'm talking with hermione. After some time, and a fair bit of screeching, we reach the bank and the prof reads the Plaque carved into the wall, aloud.

"Enter, stranger, but take heed

Of what awaits the sin of greed,

For those who take, but do not earn,

Must pay most dearly in their turn.

So if you seek beneath our floors

A treasure that was never yours,

Thief, you have been warned, beware

Of finding more than treasure there."

As they continue inside, I look over to the centurion guarding the door. "How many except your challenge?" I ask him and he looks to me.

"Most would see it as a warning, rather then a challenge, but roughly six poor sods a year die trying their hand at it." He replies with a wicked smirk.

I glance at the open door, with the group having continued trough it and now waiting in a line, I smirk and look at him. "Try me." A say as I shadow step through the door. I pause time, and walk past the now useless wards, I could teleport too, but it makes no difference.

I unpause time, now inside the bank and the centurion freezes, a look of shock on his face. The other guards around the room falter for a second. I laugh under my breath and say, "I haven't found security that applies to me yet, magic or no magic. I don't want your money, though, unless your offering?" I joke.

The centurion steps away from his post and quietly pulls me into a separate room, as a teller helps professor Mcgonagall immediately, and they tell her their wards recognized me.

The centurion escorts me to the detector's office, and Ragnok has a lengthy talk with me about the nature of economy, and then he gives me a vault and 1,000,000 gallons a year and says that the goblins will always provide me with maximum service and asks me to please never teach anyone how to blatantly ignore wards.

I ask for a bag of holding and a goblin made mithril dagger and he gives them to me and I'm on my way.

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"Hogwarts to?" A blond boy asks me.

"Yea."

"Malfoy, Draco Malfoy. Pleasure to meet you, what house you looking for?"

"Michael Ravendow, just call me Raven though. I'd say Ravenclaw, name fits and I'm curious enough. You?"

"Slytherin, diffidently. I'd have thought you'd be Slytherin as well."

"Nah, I'm to honest for Slytherin, to cunning for Gryffindor, and I'm not loyal to anyone so Hufflepuff is out. I've always been a Raven, though. Besides, Nicholas Flannel was a Ravenclaw." I say as I change my eyes to sharingan red then back to black.

Draco starts for a second, but hides his surprise well. "To true. And I'll remember the name, half blood, would you say?" He asks nicely, because he can't make heads or tails of me. Clearly wealthy, and knows about magic. Polite enough to be pleasant company, but didn't know the name Malfoy.

"Pure, actually. Just raised muggle, I am the hair of Ravenclaw anyways, though. Both parents, in the last war, I'm neutral, anyways. Atleast until I get my baring." I say absently, picking up on the slang.

Draco looks intrigued. "I'll look into it, see you at Hogwarts." He says as his father walks in, they leave soon after, then me.

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The group walks into Oliver's Wand Makers next, our last stop today. Everyone but me jumped as the old man appeared, and I wait till the end to go. I wanted to be the last.

"Which is your wand arm?" He asks as he pulls out magical tapes.

"I'm ambidextrous, but I'd lean to the right if given the choice." Left arm to block, right to attack.

We go through a few sets and nothing works, all the wands I try explode and crumble to dust with less then a brushin of chakra applied. Clearly I shouldn't use pure chakra instead of magic, but I may one day have to. Better work then.

Eventually I talk again. "Is it normal for a wizard to be drawn to a wand?" I ask.

The color drains from his face and he replies. "It is vary rare, I've seen it only once before. Lead the way."

I lead Oliver and Mcgonagall through the store and to an old chest, after some convincing Oliver opens it and I remove one of the many small boxes inside, the box immediately lights up with blue wight magic and crumbles to dust.

The wand in my hand is silver in color, and looks to have lines carved into it, just swirling around and marking it from top to bottom. It feels right.

I look to Oliver and find him A chalk wight color, fear in his eyes. A quick glance tells me Mcgonagall is just as frightened, and then Oliver speaks, in a whisper.

"Triple wood, triple core, nine inches. Ebony, Ivory, and Elder wood. Basilisk venom, Phoenix tears, and unicorn blood. M-mithril stabilizer." He falters at the end and I watch Mcgonagall pail.

"To such a wand, there is no equal. Only the death stick could even compare. It will be proficient in every magical field, but its greatest are the truly neutral magiks. It will only ever have one master, though when asked, my father told me, as his father before him. Just the same as the others in this chest. 'It already knows who.'"

"Interesting." I say as I light up a silent Lumos. It's seamless and effortless, as if it is just another part of me.

The light startles my companions out of their stupor. I hear Mcgonagall mumble to me, "Magic doesn't work like that." Though her color has returned.

I nod, "Magic is Magical that way." I say as if it was obvious.

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The rest of the week went by like nothing and I learnt that my wand didn't let anyone but me do anything to it, it had a tendency to set them on fire, Fiendfyre, if they tried. So my wand wasn't being monitored by the ministry. I also learnt that, even though without a wand I can use the spells I remember the names of, and I have eidetic memory anyways, with my wand, if I can picture what I want done, my wand will see it done. I'm also naming my wand Smog, because it likes fire a lot and smog was a dragon in another part of the multi-verse.

Anyways, today is the day, and I'm sitting in a nondescript compartment on the Hogwarts express. Hermione comes in and asks about Trevor and I go to search with her. Then we get to Harry and I suddenly, unequivocally remember Accio, and me, hermione and Neville sit down with Harry and Ron and talk. Draco stops by at one point and I mention educate and we leave the others, bridges unburned.

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Draco introduces me to Blaise, Crab and Goil and we end up sitting together on a boat to the castle, or rather, they sit together and I walk on water because I can. Draco almost pissed himself, let me tell you.

We get to the great hall, and everyone else is sorted the same, but I'm called up near the start and I walk to the stool and sit down. The hat comes down on my head and the result is instantaneous.

"What the actual fuck?" I break down into hushed laughter.

'Hello, mister sorting hat. Just taking a stroll through the multi-verse. Ravenclaw please.' Worth a try.

The expression of the hat in visible to all but me, though I'd guess it's somewhere between distraught and exabberated. "Well, I've had time travel, both short and long. And I've had accidental dimension jumping to, but this is new, even for me." He speaks quietly, so only I hear him.

'You know as well as I do, I'd inslave Hufflepuff. I'd kill Gryffindor, and if you put me in Slytherin I'd reset the day and make you choose otherwise. I can only really go to Ravenclaw. Collateral damage, and all that.'

"Yes, well, you see… FINE. RAVENCLAW!" 'I hate you, you know that.'

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The first day went by okay, all the first years got off without classes, and I went to the chamber of secrets and killed basilisk, well, I transfigured it into a stone statue of a basilisk and teleported it into my Gringotts vault, before turning it back. The goblins will feed her weekly and she answers only to me. Did I mention I made myself a parseltongue, well I did.

I stopped by the come and go room and got Ravenclaws Diadem, and I shadow stepped into Beletrix's vault and got Hufflepuffs cut. I then proceeded to dip both in basilisk venom and watch the soul fragments die, before putting the objects in my vault and moving on.

I went to the headmasters door and knocked, and he asked me in. This is where I find myself now. "Hello, headmaster Dumbledore. There's something we need to talk about, sir." I considered not saying anything, but I can play a bit on magic, here.

"Oh, and how can I be of help, my boy?" He asks, twinkle clear in eye.

"Well, sir. I had a dream last night and I wanted to make sure I was right, tell me if I'm wrong, okay?" At his nod I continue. "The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches..." I see him pail behind his desk, as his eyes open wide. "Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies..." His expression changes to fear as I continue. "And the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives... the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies..."

"How do you…" He try's to ask, in a hushed tone.

"That dark lord is Voldemort, Tom Riddle. My father died after defying him twice, my mother once. The withering curse he hit my mother with left its mark on my magic, as invisible as it may be. I was born on July 31, 1981. And I most diffidently have a 'Power he knows not', though I'm not sure about that last part."

"I can honestly say I didn't know that. Though the child of the prophesy is not you, it's Harry Potter." He doesn't look like he believes himself.

"If you say so, sir. I just through you should know that I destroyed two of his six soul anchors. Ravenclaws Diadem and Hufflepuffs cup. I know of atleast four others, though I only know what two are. His diary and Slytherins locket. I have yet to find them though." I laugh under my breath at his face.

"Well, I'll be seeing you, boss." I say happily as I get up to leave, but I feel a touch in my mind. "Just know that I am no ones pawn." I speak darkly as I grab his mind with my own, I pull hard on his magic as I lay a genjutsu of fear and pain. I lash back with enough killer intent to drop a dementor, and I fire off a wandless, wordless, Expeliamus. His wand is thrown to me.

I pluck it out of the air with cold efficiency, and drop it onto his desk. "Never try that again, the next time I'll turn your magic against you as well." I say coldly, and I shadow step away.

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I burn through my classes with ease, and soon I find myself in the great hall, Halloween night. Quirrell comes in yelling of trolls, and the students freak out, and I sneak away.

I walk into a mostly destroyed girls bathroom, with a few hurt kids. I walk over to them, and pull out my wand, from its holster under my left arm, with my right hand. I point it at the troll, that's about to swing its club, and say clearly, "Volt."

A smell of ozone fills the room and a large blue wight light jumps between me and the troll in an instant, followed almost instantly by a deafening BANG.

True, real, actual lightning, anyone?

"What was that?" I faintly hear as the ringing dies down, I blink and see the smoldering, charred body that used to be a troll. I look over to see a flustered Mcgonagall and a frightened group of other teachers.

"Oh, I was walking by when I herd what sounded like fighting. I came to find a troll, and I decided to test my new spell on it. I consider this test a success and will add this spell to my Arsenal." I say kindly.

"T-that w-was quite t-the s-spell, Raven." Quirrell complements me.

"Wonderful work, mr. Ravendow." Dumbledore says, slightly frightened by my destructive magic.

"Exceptional." Is Snape's reply and everyone else just stares.

"Do you like it? It's an ionization of the natural magic in the air, I don't know why no one ever made a spell run off it before, i mean I only have to focus the magic, and I don't need to fuel the spell like this." At my explanation every adult in the room pails. They quickly drag me away, and some stay to look after Harry and the gang.

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Once we get to the headmasters office, it's just Mcgonagall, Snape, Dumbledore and me. Snape practically running though the floo. And Dumbledore and Mcgonagall sit behind the desk.

"Um, what's going on, it's just magic." I say, actually confused.

Dumbledore replies in a hushed tone. "Magiks, not magic." His fear and awe are clear in his eyes and his voice.

"I didn't know there were different magics?" I ask, the hell, I didn't know it worked like this, what is so wrong about natural magic?

The floo flares again, and Snape comes through with who look like Bones and Moody. "You called, code Obsidian, Albus?" Bones asks, more confused then anything. Moody's magical eye looks at me and he hisses in pain, before he pulls it out and puts it away.

Everyone looks at him and he replies. "Diffidently Obsidian." An Ashed look on his face.

"Excuse me, but would someone please tell me what Obsidian means?" I ask in exabberation.

Bones looks at me sadly. "No one that has lived in the past thousand years could use, or manipulate the natural magiks of the world. No one has the magical potential to do that anymore, after eons of breeding away that magic, by blending with muggle blood. Truth be told, the purest of pure bloods are only twenty or so generations old, then you hit muggle blood. The old lines die and new are born and magic is lost in between. But the magiks of legend, the ones that built Hogwarts and invented spells, the ones that moved mountains and altered time, those are what we today call the lost magiks. We simply can't do them anymore."

I hum, "With that logic, where do muggleborn's come from. Did you ever think that they existed to provide new magic for old lines, that would explain why half bloods were so strong. Or did you think they were somehow stealing your magic, and shun them away, deny your magic of any new fuel, in them."

As they look startled I continue. "Nicholas Flannel, Albus Dumbledore, Tom Riddle, Harry Potter, and now me. Half bloods are rare in your culture, because you shun us, those that exist aren't from old lines, but new ones, the rare few that are though, are exceptions. We have the old magic to access the old magiks, and the new magic the fuel the power. I'm directly descendent from Ravenclaw, as was my father, but he may as well have been a squab. He died from a bone withering curse in minutes, an average adult wizard would last months, even if untreated. My mother was muggleborn, not the best, but new magic none the less."

I look around the room and see that they suspect where I'm going with this, and I continue. "My mothers magic used to fuel and reawaken my fathers old lines, and we get me. I may be exceptional on my own, but that's no reason for you to be so far behind. My parents were killed in the last war, and they didn't even get on that monument at the potter home, listing those, pure bloods that died. No one cared, and no one ever came for me. I grew up a muggle, though I always knew I was different. Seeing this, I think if given the choice, if you don't change, I'd rather live life a unique muggle, rather then a shunned wizard."

The horror on the faces of those present shows me I'd proven my point.

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After that talk, And the results of it being made public, the government was forced to start changing fast. By Christmas the answer to the problem of lost magic had been spread around most of the magical world, and after I summoned a bijuu, Matatabi specifically, the world started to believe it.

Shukaku, Matatabi and Isobuu came with me to the multi-verse, by the way. Just those three, though my first body was born with chaotic-neutral chakra, I don't use that, much.

I swiped the cloak before Harry even found it and I also spent a few minutes altering the philosopher stone. It now requires salt water to make the elixir of life, fresh water makes the new elixir of death. It should kill just about anything that drinks it.

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The rest of the year goes by rather quickly, Draco and Hermione become almost friends, and, because I left the stone on a pedestal, Quirrell dies at the end of the year, and Tom doesn't and he runs away. I pause time before the stone is destroyed and bond its magic to my chaotic-neutral chakra, and then leave before unpausing time. The government doesn't really change much but that do review the prisoners of Azkaban because I tell them to, everyone gets to answer two questions under truth serum, pending more. 'Are you guilty of what your in Azkaban for?' And 'are you guilty of anything that would see you in Azkaban?'. If the answer is yes to ether the first or both its good, if it's no, then its corrected. So Sirius gets free and Harry lives with him now. Also, I get my technically biological parents a plaque, it's in Obsidian, mind you, and that about sums up that.

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Now, time skip to the start of forth year, because after moving the basilisk, and a quick pausing of time, the diary is gone, and there's no prisoner to talk about in third year. I did however get Slytherins locket in third year, and just a week before forth I got the gaunt ring, and removed the stone from it.

The train ride is uneventful, so jump ahead farther to the first DADA lesson, I'm sitting in the front of the class, with Harry and gang and Draco and gang. I'm standing actually, because fake Moody startled me, and I know he's fake because he just blinded himself trying to look at my magic with Moody's magic sensing eye.

I pull out my wand with my right hand and my mithril dagger with my left, and I shunshin behind him as he struggles to remover the eye. I place my dagger agents his gut, and my wand to his neck and speak into his ear as blast him with killer intent. "Where is Moody, and who are you?"

My magic compels him to answer, and he grinds out. "In his quarters, crouch Jr." And the room is deadly silent.

"Arvada Kedavra." I have an unspeakable code black ranking in the ICW. Moody knows this, it means I am aloud to use whatever force I find necessary, because I can good and easily do just as much if not more anyways, and no one can stop me. It's just easier for no one to try.

I have a time turner too, and a gun, and a fire bolt and a two way port key to a foot from the vail of death, so what if I'm paranoid? All the powerful people are, on some level.

AK green lights up the room for an instant, and the not Moody falls to the floor, before morphing into a vary dead Barty Crouch Jr. I shrug, and look at the now horrified class, before speaking. "And you all said that Harry's greatest fear wasn't the killing curse, looks like you were all wrong."

Harry snaps to attention first. "You just killed him! What is wrong with you!" He's more mad at me for bringing up the Bogart incident then he is upset, or confused.

"He was Barty Crouch Jr. He's supposed to be dead anyways, and I'm aloud to use whatever magic I want according to the ICW. It's not like they can stop me, atleast not without blowing the statue of secrecy, anyways, so they just allow it. I suppose it could have been a suicidal moody, but I say if he wants to die badly enough to make me do it, I should just let him die." I pause for a second for dramatic affect. "Look on the bright side, you can all see thistles now."

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Dumbledore got Moody out once I told him about it after class, but I just levitated Crouch and taught the one class, first. I spent the period showing them the difference between light and dark magic, on a fundamental level.

The difference being, with light magic you choose what you pay, and magic gives what it wants, and with dark magic you choose what you get, and magic takes what it wants. The rare gray magiks are fair though, like alchemy, you pick both but you'd better not try and cheat.

Moody was pissed that I left him there for another hour, and Dumbledore was disconcerted.

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And then Harry was the forth competitor anyways, because Crouch had apparently already altered the triwizard cup, I was the Hogwarts champion, though, not Cedric.

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The first task was the same for everyone else, but when it was my turn, I didn't even walk on to the field. I stood up and spoke clearly, wand aimed at the waiting dragon. "Wood release: Entrapment of Divine Roots."

As you can imagine, dark brown roots shot from the ground and wrapped up the dragon, lifting it off the ground. One smaller root lifted the fake egg over to me.

I got a perfect score, I wonder why. It's not like that was actually hard, or winding in the slightest, really.

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I told everyone the answer to the riddle, I'm a Ravenclaw, of corse I did, and I gave Harry some gilliweed, too.

Luna Lovegood was my hostage, atleast she was until she found herself on the top of a pillar of ice, and Isobuu scared the mirpeople a lot.

I got a full forty points for that too, Though since the first stage it was explained to me that most wizards can't summon Massive demons, and Shukaku wasn't even full size. Isobuu was though, yep, full size.

I have to summon each of them atleast once in a multi-verse, otherwise I'd forget I had them, and that would be boring. Perhaps summoning Shukaku in the library wasn't such a good idea, however.

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And then we come to the third stage, the maze. I have to wait the longest because I'm in first place, not that it matters, the person to reach to cup wins, I don't know why I didn't do the worst to get a head start here, oh well.

After they let me go I run for a bit, then I get an idea. "Fiendfyre." I say as I throw the cursed fire at the wall of hedges, It burns for a couple seconds and fails to do much else. "Well, okay then, you asked for it." I say as I manipulate my chakra, "Amataratsu." And again, it fails. "Huh. Well, fuck you then."

I shadow step to the cup, and appear just in time for Harry to round the corner. "Hay Harry. There is every possibility that this cup is a port key, and it will take whomever touches it first to a graveyard and Voldemort. Want to come with me?" I ask him eagerly as I see him pail. This Harry Potter never fought a Cerberus or a wrath or a basilisk or dementors, I mentally remind myself, this tournament is this Harry potters most dangerous event, even the World Cup didn't happen here, because the death eaters were all, mostly, arrested in first year, when the government reformed.

"Voldemort?" He asked me, he says the name with ease, of corse, but that's mostly because he's more afraid of me then any dark lord. I have summoned two demons in his presence, what do you expect?

I sigh. "Trust me, you'll probably be fine." I smile at him and I throw the cup into his arms, my chakra shielding me, and he's gone in a flash of light.

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A moment later I'm next to him, but out of faze. Invulnerable and inviable. I ignore that fight, and track down and kill nigiri instead. Once that's done, I get back in time to see the duel ending, and I pause time.

"Okay, so, I got the Diadem and the Chalice in first year, from the ROR and Gringotts, perspectively. The Journal in second year, from Lucius in Diagonally, and the Locket in third year, from the Black family home. Just before this year I got the Ring from the Gaunt home, and removed the resurrection stone then, I technically won the death stick in first year, from Dumbledore, and I stole the true cloak in first year as well. I just killed the Snake with Fiendfyre, and did so to the Ring and Journal too, the others were just soaked in basilisk venom."

I look around, Tom is bound to this plain by Harry, and Harry by Tom. "Huh, I wonder if it was really that neither could DIE while the other survived. Oh well." I unfreeze time and in one motion hit them both with a single spell. "Arvada Kadabra." And both Horcrux die at once, but both are given a second chance.

I turn around in time to see the accumulated death eaters pull their wands on me, and I pull out my mithril dagger and my mithril wand and I fight. The fight lasts a few minutes, and it goes how you would imagine a fight between twelve civilians and a jonin. Sad, and humiliating.

In the end I get board, so I put away my ward and I shroud myself in lightning chakra and my blade in wind chakra, and I go about felaying my enemy. By the time I'm done the graveyard is soaked in blood and covered in body parts, why did they even try, I will never understand.

I look up from my self musing to see Tom standing up, and I walk over to him as I pull something out, he quickly reaches for his wand but he's to late, and I throw it away from him as I get near. "Why did you have to fight fate Tom? Any muggle can tell to that a prophesy is always self fulfilling. And it's never what you first think." I pull up my arm and a loud BANG sounds throughout the clearing, Toms body drops to the ground with a thud and there is another BANG.

"Rule number one of firearms agents monsters, double-tap." The gun shots have woken Harry up so I walk to him, I force a pepper up potion down his throat and tell him 'I got him' and I drop the cup in his lap. He's gone in a flash of light, and me soon after…

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And everything else is pretty descriptive, Harry stays famous, and becomes a DADA teacher, no one else matters and I become an actual unspeakable, I take the death stick from Albus before he dies and then I bind the three deathly hollows, my time turner and my Mithril wand and dagger to my chaotic-neutral chakra, I would say you could call me a chaos elemental, I don't need my body, that's why I can explore the multi-verse.

Speaking of, that's what I've decided to do, I am of corse marking down where I've been, and maybe, one day someone might fine a file or ten, though they'd be vary corrupted, they'd have to use their imagination for it to work, and there'd be plenty of room to improve, oh well.

After a lifetime here I move on, and next I thing we'll see…

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A/N: oh god, I broke that important wall, it is just for fun though, so to bad.