Disclaimer: - Good news I just had a chat with J.K and after reading my story she was chanting while kneeling at my feet- "I am not worthy" and has given me the right to HP verse so yeah, I OWN Harry Potter.
AN: - Thank you guys for your comments and reviews I will try to keep the updates coming but bear with me in case it takes long. However rest assured the story won't be abandoned.
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While Alex had been taking his peaceful nap the goblins of Gringotts were busy securing a secluded spot to build the Peverell Fort.
They had finally located a large island a bit far from the main land hidden from muggles and agreed that it would be best to built the Fort here.
The Fort was to be built using pure granite and marbles, once completed it would out shadow Hogwarts castle.
The goblins are a hard working race and took pride in their work, needless to say that the end product of any project undertaken by them reflected perfection and craftsmanship at its best.
Goldstone, the goblin who had been entrusted with the project of building the Fort had a point to prove. He was a relatively young goblin and had to work really hard to bag an undertaking of this magnitude. With his success here he would no longer be treated as a young foal and would get the proper credit due to him.
His desire to outshine others and make a name for himself coupled with the goblin mastery made sure that Peverell Fort will be a sight to behold.
Meanwhile back in Gringotts guest house, Alex woke from his dreamless peaceful sleep and groggily looked for the source of disturbance which woke him up.
Apollo was perched over the head board of his bead, a letter in his talons.
Alex rubbed his eyes and took the letter from him, wondering who would send him a letter now? After all it's been at most six hours since he had made his way to his universe.
He was certain no one knew him in here other than the Blacks he met for lunch today.
Thanking Apollo for the letter, he tore open the envelope to find a heavy parchment which had a modest sprinkling of some exotic fragrance.
At once he was reminded of the fan girls trying to woo him or just vying for his attention.
He cautiously laid the letter on the desk beside his bed and scanned it for any kind of enchantment or hexes and such. Finding none Alex decided it won't hurt to read the content of the letter.
The letter read:-
Dear,
Mr Peverell
The robes you had asked for are ready for delivery, thought I should let you know. Kindly collect them from Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasion at your leisure.
Sincerely
Elena.
Alex let out a groan once he realized who Elena was.
He recalled it was the store clerk who was being a bit too friendly with him. Alex let out a groan; his experience with love struck girls was not a happy one.
Steeling himself for the dreaded encounter that he would surely have to undergo, for he did need his robes; Alex decided it would be best to freshen up and head out.
He had plans to make, much work to be done. First and foremost he needed to address the fact that Dumbledore still had the Elder wand, and from what Alex had learnt early in his life that Dumbledore wasn't one who could handle power.
It went in his head and made him want to act god.
Dumbledore and his notion of "The greater good" were equally responsible for much of the damage to the wizarding world Alex had come from.
If not for Dumbledore's stupid idea of second chances and his acting the god, the war could have ended a lot faster and with much less bloodshed.
His thoughts wandered back to his childhood, how he had been manipulated from the start.
His friends, for whom he would have laid down his life were nothing but paid spies whose aim was to report each and every activity he made to Dumbledore.
The Weasley family had been siphoning off his wealth, an incentive to make them act all caring and loving towards Alex.
The truth had shocked him, made him numb, but he had fought back; even when darkness had stifled the light away he didn't give up.
No use living in the past, Alex though with a sigh. He had come here with an objective in mind and he would not fail, Alex vowed to make the world a better place.
One where children won't be the victim of pity jealousy, where justice won't be denied and innocents won't be punished and where freedom can't be purchased using gold.
With a chuckle he remembered his family motto "Justo semper"; yes he would craft a world of justice.
He went to the washroom to make himself presentable before heading out.
He walked the cobbled street of Diagon alley and made way to Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasion.
An excited and anxious Elena greeted him and Alex tried his best to act politely and not let his irritation show.
Thanking her for the robes and paying for them he made a quick exit out of the shop. Leaving a very disappointed Elena who had hoped to spend some time alone with the enigmatic young man and may be get invited on a date.
Walking down the now almost empty streets of Diagon alley Alex reflected onto his next set of plans.
He would soon reveal his presence as a major power in the wizarding world and try to subtly undermine Dumbledore's powerbase while preventing enigmatic Tom Riddle ensnaring people into his cause.
He would form his own group, his army, hand pick them and prepare them for the upcoming war, which is bound to erupt soon.
Alex had know it long back that just a power play won't suffice, he would need to implant seeds of radical thinking and belief to usher this dormant wizarding world into a more vibrant society.
He would bring about the renaissance of the wizarding world.
Such were his ambitious plans and to make them a reality he would need a big political as well as huge public support. And the first step to his success would be to overshadow the current leaders.
People are fickle minded and years of being manipulated had made Alex a master in the art of manipulating others.
Alex smirked while thinking-"Dumbledore won't know what hit him."
It was high time someone showed the master puppeteer what it felt like being manipulated.
After the short evening stroll he headed for the "Leaky Cauldron" for a quick dinner and made his way back to the guest house.
Tomorrow would be a busy day, he would have to plan the details of the party he is about to throw along with Bella.
Alex also needed to send out invitations and claim his seats.
The time travel had made him tired and taxed his magical core a bit, so a tired Alex finally fell asleep.
AN: - Err do I really need to say sorry for the long wait? I am sure most of you are out for my blood I swear I try but my personal life seems to be a mess still thanks for being with me guys and girls I shall try to be more fast with my updates. Oh and folks who didn't understand the inner meaning of the disclaimer may as well cast a well deserved Crucio on themselves. :P