Disclaimer- I don't own Harry Potter. Nor am I making any profit from this story.

Summary: AN OC SI into the Harry Potter world. My OC dies in his world and wakes up in a new one with magic.

"Speaking"

Thoughts

'Telepathy'

"Spells"

"Foreign Languages"

§Parseltongue§

August 2nd, 2003

I groaned as I woke up. I struggled to remember what had happened. I had been riding in a car with my friend Mike to an Imagine Dragons concert. There had been bright lights and a horn blaring before a loud crunch. Suddenly two lives flashed before my eyes. Me ordinary, slightly chunky nineteen year old Peregrine "Perry" Gracewood. Not the most popular kid in College but not an outcast by any means. Flashes of hunting with my dad and Uncle Keith. My apartment in Baeyard. Being accepted into College. Breaking up with my girlfriend of two years Megan after finding her cheating on me.

I thought your life only flashed before you right before you died. I thought faintly.

Following that flashback was another life. That of thirteen year old Harry James Potter, a half-blood wizard. Flashes of cooking for his Aunt, Uncle and cousin. Life at Number Four Privet Drive, Surrey. Being accepted at Hogwarts, being escorted to Diagon Alley by Professor Flitwick. Being sorted into Ravenclaw, learning magic, different spells. Becoming friends with Hermione and Hagrid, casual acquaintances with Ron, Neville, a boy named Terry Boot.

This Harry Potter's relatives weren't quite as bad as they were in some fanfiction stories. Harry had been treated as more like a distant relative by the Dursley's. They had fed him and given him his own room. They also clothed him, even if most of his clothes were from thrift stores. The only time he got new outfits was for a new school year and Christmas. Harry received no toys but things that he needed. Clothes, toiletries, school supplies and occasionally one present he really wanted. The Dursley's even encouraged Harry to do well in school as he could obtain scholarships for higher education and be out of their home quicker.

Looking around the room I was in I found myself in a hospital bed. Groaning I reached up the rub my forehead and felt bandages. Looking around I found the button I needed to summon a nurse and pressed it. Five minutes later a red haired nurse who appeared to be in her thirties appeared in his room.

"Good afternoon Mr. Potter." She said. "It's good to see that you're awake. How are you feeling?"

Grimacing I sighed.

"Alright I guess, my head hurts." I replied.

Apparently while exploring in the woods near Privet Drive I had fallen down a hill and hit my head on a rock, knocking me unconscious. I fell into a stream and drowned. Luckily for me a good Samaritan had been wondering the woods and had found me and given me CPR. Unknown to them I had died and been reborn as had Harry. My head was wrapped as my scar had broken open and black gunk had escaped along with blood. She did inform me that it was likely that my scar would lighten or even mostly fade away.

August 4th, 2003

Looking around Harry's, and now my, room I saw decent second hand furniture. A couple of bookshelves stacked on top of one another, a nightstand, chest of drawers, shelves and a dresser. A radio sat on one of the shelves along with a small television that Harry had repaired and a rotating fan. A school trunk laid at the end of the bed, hanging half-way open. A blue and bronze scarf hung out of it.

Sitting on the bedside table was Harry's wand. Just like in canon it was an eleven inch, Holly wand with a phoenix feather core. Hesitantly I walked over and picked it up. Something inside seemed to surge forward and connect with the wand but the connection felt strained and nothing like what Harry had experienced. Would the wand not work for me? I mean technically I am a different person. A new personality in an old body. In the back of my mind was another fear.

What if I can't do magic?

I stared at myself in the bathroom mirror. I was quite a bit skinnier than I remember being at thirteen but at least this Harry wasn't a runt. I was still tall for my age at five foot seven inches. My body was in fairly decent shape and I had some muscle on my body but not over much. Rubbing my face it felt weird to not have a beard or at least a goatee. I had had one since I was in high school. As it was I was feeling a little bit of peach fuzz.

I was kind of dreading having to go through puberty again. While I wasn't as bad as some teenagers I had my share of times my temper got away from me. I didn't like my parents very much and thought they were very unfair. I remember having to go to bed by eleven and how much I thought it was torture. At twenty I'm lucky to get to bed before two or three. I cherish my sleep and I let others know it. Not to mention certain, cough, bodily reactions. Getting a stiffy around almost any girl or woman had been quite embarrassing.

Sighing I toweled my hair dry. I needed a hair cut. I wasn't really one for long hair. My hair was stubborn. I had to use hair wax to be able to spike it and it curled when it got too long instead of growing straight. If the books were to be believed Harry's hair was stubborn too but I was sure I could do something with it.

I could believe that I am in a self-insert story like I loved reading online. I just hoped this wasn't one of the darker Harry Potter worlds. At least it wasn't Fallout, Mass Effect, X-Men or Warhammer 40k. All of those worlds would have sucked. Sure being a mutant might be cool but then you had people wanting to kill and governments who wanted you to register and put you in camps or experiment on you. Don't even get me started on the Sentinels.

August 5th, 2003

My first stop was Ollivander's. I needed to have my wand checked out. Making my way as quickly as I could through the crowds I sighed in relief as I opened the door to Ollivander's.

"Good afternoon Mr. Potter." I heard from behind me.

"Mr. Ollivander." I nodded. Thankfully I only jumped a little as I thought he might be there.

Garrick Ollivander appeared very close to his characterization in the movies. He looked quite a bit like John Hurt, if not a little younger. His hair was still long and pale and his silvery eyes were slightly unnerving. He even wore an outfit close to what you see him wearing in the first movie, ruffles and all. I suppressed the smile that wanted to come to my face.

"What can I do for you Mr. Potter?" Ollivander asked. "Your wand is still in working order is it not?"

"That's the thing." I said, rubbing my arm. "The connection between my wand and I feels stunted."

Ollivander's brows rose in mild surprised.

"Did something happen to you recently?" He asked.

"I died briefly before I was resuscitated." I answered.

"Using muggle methods?" He asked. There was no disgust in his voice just curiosity.

"Yes sir." I replied.

He held out his hand and I placed my wand in it. He raised it up and stared at it.

"Fascinating." He muttered. "I can see now that Holly is no longer the wood for you to use but you still have a connection with the phoenix feather."

"What do I need to do?" I asked. "Does this mean I need a new wand?"

"No." Ollivander said, lowering my wand to peer at me. "And yes. You will need to pick a new wood for your wand but the core is still yours, still connected to your magic. It is quite rare that I have to match a witch or wizard with a second wand but it does happen. Luckily your circumstances are slightly different and should be easier. Though one can never truly know with wands. Merely experience it."

He turned and motioned for me to follow after him. Flicking his wand to turn a sign on his door to busy. After pausing for a second I followed after him. The shelves of wands made for a slightly narrow passage but I made it through without knocking in to any of them. The last thing I wanted was to make a fool of myself, knocking over wands and possibly breaking them. I didn't know how delicate wands truly were.

The workshop was surprisingly large but I figured he used Space-Enhancement charms to make it larger like other shops. I inhaled the smell of polish and fresh wood with a smile. As an avid fan of woodworking I loved the smell of wood, with cedar being my favorite smell. Shelves filled with lengths of wood lined two of the walls while another held bits and pieces of magical creatures in stasis. Wooden benches hung from a couple of walls, filled with tools, wood polish and various odds and ends.

Ollivander clapped his hands, bringing my attention back to him.

"Now we will find the wood for your wand." Ollivander told me.

"What do I need to do?" I asked.

"You will need to place your wand hand near the stacks of each wood. Your magical senses should have expanded since owning a wand and performing magic. You should be able to sense the wood most suited to you." Ollivander answered.

"What if I can't?" I asked, shuffling forward slightly.

"Then you will have to handle some samples." He replied simply.

"Wouldn't you just use Holly again?" I asked curious. I looked at the Wand Maker to see if my questions were bothering him only to see a small smile of delight on his face.

"It is nice to see a young wizard interested in wand lore. As to your question, not necessarily." Ollivander told me, peering closely at his wood samples. "Your personality and suitability with Holly may have changed since your bonding with your first wand. It's best to test each of the woods."

I recognized some of the woods like Willow, Holly, English Oak, Maple, Fir and Elm but others I didn't recognize. Holding my right hand out I tried to remember the way the other me had felt when he was holding a wand and performing magic. Slowly a 'tingle' started attracting my attention. Slowly I ran my hand in front of the different woods. Some reacted stronger than others and I moved my hand back to them before moving on. It was near the end when I got the strongest reaction of all. I still tested the other woods before moving back to it.

"That one." I informed the Wand Maker.

Ollivander nodded.

"Interesting." He said. "Tis pine. A wood for wands that enjoy being used creatively and for those who are normally destined to live long lives."

"Now what?" I asked.

Ollivander snapped his fingers causing a tape measure to levitate from one of the shelves and revolve around me, taking measurements I had no idea what they were for. Or what they meant. Ollivander was taking several notes however while humming occasionally. Finally he clapped his hands and the tape measure disappeared.

"Now I will need to work on your wand." Ollivander said, smiling. "Return in an hour and it will be ready."

I nodded.

"Thank you." I said walking back towards the front.

I was going to go and grab some lunch. I ended up ordering a lunch of a roasted chicken, roasted garlic potatoes and a Butterbeer. The Butterbeer was excellent. Kind of like root beer but not quite as intense or sweet.

"Ah Mr. Potter you're just in time." Ollivander said as I stepped into the store. "I just finished putting it in it's box."

Walking forward eagerly I eyed the long skinny box wooden box he had sitting in front of him. Smiling he turned the box and slowly opened it. Sitting on a small velvety cushion was a wand the color of amber. It had a handle with the very end looking like a curved snail shell. The handle was about four inches long and was fairly straight until the end of the handle that had curled spokes like a sword guard. The shaft of the wand was eight inches long and ended in a point.

"12 1/4" Pine with a Phoenix Feather core." Ollivander told me.

"I-t looks great." I stammered a bit.

"Ah yes." Ollivander smiled. "Quite a different look from your old wand but the wood guided me where to cut and shape it. Fascinating stuff wand lore. I have been wandmaker for nearly eighty-eight years and I am still learning new things."

My hand trembled a little as I reached for it. This would be the first time "I" had ever held a complete wand before. Taking a short, deep breath I exhaled and gripped the handle. Picking it up a feeling of liquid warmth flowed through me. It was pure ecstasy. Almost as good as an orgasm and better than any high I had ever gotten from smoking marijuana. I felt filled with energy and as if I was connecting with a part of me that I had never known was missing. The memory of Harry's first bonding felt nothing like this. Unnoticed to me an aura sprang up around me and my eyes were glowing.

Looking up I saw Ollivander looking at me with satisfaction.

"A good bonding." He said with a clap. "If this was a regular wand it would be six hundred and ten galleons and ten sickles for the wand. Since you provided the core you need only pay for labor and the wood. Your total is forty galleons, thirteen sickles and one knut Mr. Potter."

Reluctantly I placed my wand back in it's cushioned box.

"How much do I have to worry about my wand breaking?" I asked, worried.

"I pride myself on making the sturdiest wands in Britain with only the best woods and cores. After the wand it finished I always polish it with a special varnish that strengthens the wand further." Ollivander answered seriously. "Still it is best to respect a wand as it will respect you. Take care of your wand and you will have a lifelong partner that will never fail you."

I nodded. I would definitely be taking care of my wand. That also reminded me.

"Can I get a polishing kit and a holster?" I asked.

Ollivander nodded.

"I can provide you with the polishing kit but you will have to go next door to Jerald's Leather goods for a holster. It's good see a wizard who desires to take care of his wand. Many take them for granted." Ollivander said, reaching under the counter and plopping another wooden box next to my wand box. "That'll be forty two galleons and twenty-eight sickles then Mr. Potter."

"Bank draft okay?" I asked him.

Ollivander nodded.

"Of course Mr. Potter."

Taking out my Gringotts draft book I wrote out a bank draft. I was glad that Harry had had Professor Flitwick the escort him instead of Hagrid. Flitwick had actually explained more to Harry about the Goblins and the services they offered. Instead of carrying around a lot of money the bank issued band drafts that would transfer money between accounts like a check book. Pressing my key to it's correct spot I waited for Ollivander to do the same. The sheet flashed briefly before storing itself in the attached pouch for my records. I was not the proud owner of my very own magical wand. If I was alone I would have done a little jig but I was able to contain myself.

"Have a good day sir." I told him.

"You as well Mr. Potter." He said as he drifted off into the shelves.

My next stop was Gringotts. I found the goblins to be a mix of different attitudes. While they were wizard-hating warmongers they weren't the super helpful buddy buddy beings some fanfiction authors made them to be. They were quite business oriented but they treated me fairly. I was quickly led back to what I was informed was the House Potters Account Manager.

"I am the Account Manager for House Potter at Gringotts Mr. Potter." The goblin said. "My name is Rosgaw."

"I do not wish to offend but I am not quite sure how to address you." I said carefully.

"You may call me Manager Rosgaw now." Rosgaw replied.

I nodded.

"It is fortuitous that you appeared here so soon after your thirteenth birthday." Rosgaw said. "It is time for you to be invested officially as heir of The Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Potter."

"What do I have to do?" I asked.

"I will take you to your Family Vault." Rosgaw answered. "Once there you place the Potter heir ring on your finger. If accepted the ring will resize itself and the magic will bond with you."

"Place your hand upon the crest. Only a witch or wizard with Potter blood or a Gringotts' goblin can open this vault. It will draw blood from your hand and will test it." Rosgaw said. "If the witch or wizard who tried wasn't a Potter by blood they would be knocked unconscious and repelled violently by the vault wards. If they tried to force it a second time they would injected with a fast acting sleeping potion before a more lethal solution was taken."

I nodded. I was admittedly a little nervous. Even if I was inside of Harry Potter's body would it be able to see that my soul wasn't his? Steeling myself I placed my hand against the door. I hissed a little as I felt my hand being cut before a wave of magic swept through me before it left. Pulling my hand back I saw that it was healed. I was brought our of my thoughts when I heard several loud clicks in the door. The doors groaned as they opened. I gaped a little as I stepped into the Potter Family Vault. It was huge!

Looking around I was admittedly a little disappointed that it wasn't overflowing with piles of gold coins laying around like in Smaug's horde. The entire west side of the vault was taken up by large trunks filled to the brim with coins and several held jewels, both cut and uncut, and several different kinds of ingots. Towards the back I could see several doors. Stepping closer I read them: Heirlooms, Jewelry, Weapons/Wands, Library, Clothes and Armors.

"The House rings sit upon a raised dais in the middle of the vault." Rosgaw spoke up from behind him a little impatiently startling me and causing me to jump a little.

Sheepishly I started making my way over. Sitting on a raised stone dais decorated with stags and griffins set a wooden box. Engraved on top of the box was the Potter Family Crest. Reaching forward I unlatched it and opened the box. Inside lay four rings.

I picked up the House Potter heir ring and thought it looked quite handsome. It had a silver band with a sapphire embedded in it. The family crest was engraved in the stone and highlighted in silver. Sliding it on my right pointer finger I gasped as a feeling family and belonging enveloped me.

With it came knowledge. The ring provided protection against Leglimency, would vibrate slightly when someone made the attempt, protected against poisons and warmed in their presense. It would also offer me political protection as it showed that I was officially heir of my House and in line to inherit Headship later.

I turned and looked at Rosgaw and he nodded at me.

"I will return to my office and have the appropriate papers drawn up." He said. "You can take as much time to explore as you need Mr. Potter as I will be busy as well. When you wish to leave merely ring the bell outside of your vault. It will summon a cart and a lowling to bring you back to me."

"Alright." I said and watched him climb back into the cart before it sped away.

Turning around I decided I was going to explore and check things out.

I walked towards the room set aside for wands. From Harry's memories I knew that am underage witch or wizard's wand held a tracking charm on it and Closer up I could see that each one was labeled with the users name, birth and death date and the wand components. There were many exotic cores like Thunderbird tail feathers, nundu heart-string, and basilisk heart-string.

At the very end I could see Harry's parents wands. Lily Potter's wand was made of Willow with a Unicorn hair core while James Potter's was made of Mahogany with a dragon heart-string core. Running my hands across the different wands I sent my magic outwards trying to find a secondary wand.

I gasped as I felt a connection nearly as strong as my own wand nearly ten minutes later. Stepping forward I read the plate beneath it:

Augustus Potter

1392 AD- 1517 AD

12 ¼" Rowan and Griffin Feather

A memory came to my mind of reading a book on magical creatures.

"Griffin's are fierce and loyal, but deadly when angered or provoked. They are also stubborn and will fight, completely ignoring their own wounds, to the death if what they are protecting is threatened."

Stepping to the side I found a holster that looked like a dark brown finger and palm-less glove that would go halfway up my arm. Looking at the description I whistled. It was an Auror class wand holster.

Once placed inside the wand would shoot into my hand at a certain gesture or be sucked back inside. It had a built-in disillusionment charm that I could activate, had a comfort charm so I didn't get dirty under it, sweat or get chaffed. It had a retractable potion bandoleer that could hold emergency potions, a slot to hold bezoars, a sheath for a knife, auto-fit charm, anti-theft charm, anti-summoning charm and a secure pocket to hold money. The note said the included knife was made of silver and was enchanted to cut deeper, keep an edge, clean itself and to never rust or tarnish.

"Sweet." I said grinning and grabbing two of them.

Apparently James Potter had broken down his first one and had re-enchanted it so he could make more. Sliding them on they automatically tightened themselves. I slid my Pine and Phoenix feather wand into the right one and watched it be sucked inside before doing to same on the left with the Rowan and Griffin Feather wand. Focusing I had both holsters fade away. Running my hands over my arms I could tell that they were still there but couldn't see them. With the security feature built in nobody else would even be able to feel them.

Pulling out one of the knives I admired it. It was fairly plain looking with a straight eight inch blade. Using my knuckles I tried performing a knife trick my Uncle Rick had showed me during my original life but didn't quite do it right. Frowning I decided I would have to work on it. I had known several knife tricks and actually knew how to use one in a fight if I needed to thanks to Uncle Rick.

Looking through the rest of the vaults I found several more goodies. The first I found was wind up watch that had been created by Lily for her husband. It could protect against up to mid-level curses, created it's own light that would hover and follow the user without using their magic, allow the user to communicate with another connected watch like a radio, keep a schedule and record voiced memos. The most amazing thing about it was that it was able to camouflage the wearer so they would blend in with their surroundings. I also discovered that James had modified the holsters so the watch bands slid into the holster and was held securely in place while making it look like you were wearing it normally.

The library section was the real treat. I almost salivated at all of the tomes and scrolls inside. There were floor to ceiling shelves filled the walls. Sitting on a pedestal before all them was a thin book. A trunk sat beside it closed. I walked over and flipped the cover open.

The book explained that by introducing a blank journal the pedestal could link it with the Potter family library. Any book inside of it would be available to him through the Journal. One of Harry's ancestors had nicknamed it an Anybook. It would hold a complete listing of the books Harry's family owned and even had a search feature, could be sorted by year and subject. It would even automatically bookmark where I left off in a book if I chose another or was forced to close it.

Not wasting any time I opened the trunk and grabbed a blank book before I slid the blank journal into the slot in the pedestal and pressed several runes. The pedestal lit up brightly before showing a changed journal. It was now dark green, almost black in color with the Potter family crest and Motto embossed on the front. A metal lock on the side kept it closed. It would only ever open for me or my descendants and only I or they could read it. Anyone trying to read over my shoulders would see gibberish written.

Pressing my finger to the lock I felt a small sting as his blood was taken before the lock opened with a click. Opening the Anybook I saw a huge lists of books. Choosing randomly he pressed his finger against a book entitled An Advanced Guide to Transfiguration by Edward Bartholomew Potter. As soon as he did the list disappeared and the requested text appeared on the pages.

"Very nice." I smirked. This will definitely come in handy. Big cheat for the win!

Walking over to a different pile of trunks and boxes I peeked into them. There were even more books! They must have come from Godric's Hallow.

Understanding the Mind by Septimus Potter

1001 House Hold Spells, Charms and Runes Anyone Needs to Know! by Helena Prewett

Eisenheim's Guide to Charms Volumes 1-6: Simple to Advanced by Albritch Eisenheim

Eisenheim's Guide to Illusions by Albritch Eisenheim

Eisenheim's Guide to Spell Creation by Albritch Eisenheim

The Grey Arts Understood by Charlus Edward Potter

Dueling: The Art & Life by Sigfried Potter

Fighting Dirty & Winning by Master Auror Alastor Moody

Meir's Comprehensive Guide to Transfiguration by Edward Meir

Expanding Horizon's: A Comprehensive Guide to Divination by Cassandra Trelawney

The Giant Book of Charms by Alexi Korskov

The Giant Book of Transfiguration by Demitri Korskov

The Giant Book of Potions by Alexi Korskov

The Giant Book of Healing by Anastasia Korskov

Moste Potent Potions

How It's Made: The Comprehensive Collection by Thomas Maleney, Master Technomancer

The last book was the Potter family edition of The Tales of Beedle the Bard. It was handwritten by the man himself and hand bound in leather. It was filled with gold leafing and intricate hand drawn illustrations. There was even books written by the Marauder's and Lily Potter. They were:

Spell Design & Creation: A Guide to Making Your Own by Lilian Marie Potter

Runes Made Simple by Lilian Marie Potter

Charming Charms by Lilian Marie Potter

Muggleborns: A Guide to the Wizarding World by Lilian Marie Potter

The Truth About House Elves by Lilian Marie Potter

The Marauder's Guide to Becoming Animagi: The Do's and Don'ts by James Fleamont Potter

A Comprehensive Guide for the Pernicious Prankster by Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot & Prongs

I figured I could look them over and perhaps have some of them published. I know that James and Lily Potter weren't my parents but a bit of Harry inside me wished to honor them. It was possibly a good way to do so. I was a wizard now. I vowed to be the best I could be. Even to myself I could admit I had a desire for power but I vowed to not let it overcome my good sense and twist me into something I am not.

I also added all the books to a nearby shelf including all of James and Lily's school books to the shelf as several had their own additions added and helpful hints in the margins.

"Can I pursue emancipation?" I asked.

I was situated in Rosgaw's office now with Ted Tonks and Robert Shaw of Tonks, Beakes and Shaw Law firm. I had chosen their law firm with some suggestion from Rosgaw. Their firm while relatively young had a good track record on cases won and they operated within both worlds. Not to mention that he was the father of Nymphadora Tonks, a Metamorphmagus and one of my favorite characters in the Harry Potter series.

I wanted to be as independent as I can. While physically a thirteen year old I was an adult mentally and the thought of being under someone's care and command chafed. Ted Tonks was not a tall man and his stomach had a healthy bit of roundness. His brown hair was cut short and his brown eyes sparkled with good humor. Robert Shaw was half a foot taller than his partner and was a thin man with greying brown hair and blue eyes hidden slightly by silver framed glasses. He wore a set of tailored navy blue, pin striped business robes in contrast to Ted's grey business suit.

"It is possible." Ted said hesitantly.

Shaw cleared his throat.

"There is a precedent for your emancipation. The Last of Line Clause passed in 1747 by the Wizengamot. It allows the last remaining heir of an established Line to be emancipated as long as they are receiving a magical education and are able to prove they have the means to take care of themselves and their House. As the last heir of the Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Potter I don't foresee them denying you this right." Shaw informed him. "We can submit the documents for this process for you."

I nodded.

"What would emancipation mean for me financially?" I asked.

"You will have full access to your House assets and will be able to affect the expenditures of your House and it's investments." Rosgaw informed him. "I have heard of the Clause being used before and know the procedure for it."