The Boy-King of Infinity

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Key Pairing: Harry/TBD

Other Pairings: To be determined

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Jostanos: I appreciate the smiles your reviews give me, my old friend: oh, and get ready for a real MERLIN of a surprise that might just aid you and others in realising why, exactly, I've dubbed this Crack…what is it? Ahh, spoilers!

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"Please Sir…I want some more…"

Chapter 2: Infinite Possibilities

Normal.

That was the only way Harry could describe how he felt, waking up after a very strange night, where he'd had a pretty nice dream about someone who looked like him, as well as six juicy, filling candies, and a feeling of fullness and contentment that had sent him spiralling back into the embrace of the Gods of Sleep and Dreams.

But now, the dream was over and, even though he'd felt special in his dreams, Harry now felt normal.

Or so he thought…

As he brooded over his thoughts, a small part of him wishing he could have that dream and feel that good all over again, Harry also remembered the fact that, because of what had happened yesterday, in the zoo, on Dudley's birthday – aka the most-important day of the year – he was now locked in his cupboard, trying to figure out exactly what had happened in the zoo.

Well…that wasn't strictly true, because he knew what had happened; he just didn't know how it had happened.

He'd told his Uncle that it was magic, but the fat man constantly argued that there was no such thing as magic; he'd basically beaten that argument into Harry with his fists, his belt and his rage, all of which added up to the injuries Harry had been left with when he'd fallen into his nice dreams.

And now he was awake, those injuries…huh?

Suddenly, Harry's eyes widened in surprise as, for the first time that morning, he suddenly realised he wasn't injured; in fact, when he'd described how he felt as being normal, Harry was stunned to notice just how normal he looked.

And normal, despite his earlier thought, wasn't him looking like he'd been whaled on by Mike Tyson and all his identical clones; instead, Harry felt clean, fresh, whole and not even the slightest bit injured. When he lifted a hand to the cord that allowed light to fill his small cupboard, Harry also noticed how, strangely, his cupboard actually seemed to have shrunk in size, since reaching for the cord wasn't as much of a struggle as normal.

When he pulled on the cord, turning the light on, however, Harry's eyes widened again when, to his sheer disbelief, he not only saw his arms, chest and even his back – when he reached around to check – were now devoid of his wounds, scars, bruises and welts. They were also much-healthier looking than they used to be, while, at the same time, Harry actually noticed his legs were visible from the ends of what had once been a pair of wide, overhanging pyjama trousers that used to belong to Dudley.

Well, now, they weren't wide or overhanging; instead, they snugly hugged Harry's legs and waistline, though not without leaving an extra couple of inches on the legs, where Harry could see his ankles, feet and toes poking at the end of his cupboard. When he looked up at his own chest, arms and the rest of his body, Harry also noted that he himself was taller, not to mention better looking.

Maybe not Herculean-God physique, but still someone who looked like he'd lived a nice, normal life full of fun, games and family support; it took him a couple of seconds longer to realise – mostly because of how he saw the items next to him – that he was also looking at his body and yet, he wasn't wearing his glasses.

But, despite this change, his eyesight was perfect…20-20, even.

"Wow," whispered Harry, letting his hands roam over his newly-restored body; when he brushed his hands over his toned stomach, a feeling of odd warmth and satisfaction passed through him, making Harry smile in contentment before, as he continuously rubbed his belly, enjoying the warm feeling, a gasp escaped him as, at long last, the Knut dropped.

"It…it wasn't a dream…"

Pulling his left hand away from his stomach, while his other hand reached up and ran itself through his still-wild-dark hair, Harry clenched his left hand into a fist before he frowned in abject curiosity as he wondered, "Me…err…Other Me…you were real…and your gift…it was real too…and you said that I…I was going to be the boss: what…what did you mean by that?"

As though some unseen hand of Fate was listening to him, Harry suddenly gasped when, as if on cue, a strange-looking piece of parchment fell into his lap, making him look down in abject curiosity before, taking the parchment in his hand, Harry opened it warily.

To his surprise, as well as relief, he not only found his answers, but he also found a lack of danger in the contents of the parchment's letter;

Harry

If you're reading this, it means you've clicked as to the fact that what happened between us was NOT a dream; sorry for not sticking around, Other Me, but…well, let's just say I wouldn't be doing either of us any favours by doing so.

If I know the Powers well enough, I'd imagine it won't be too long before you learn what I mean by that, but…anyway…

Let me fill in a couple of blanks for you.

First, those 'candies' I fed you were a HELL of a lot more than what they appeared to be; within each of them, there exists the means and power to make yourself better, stronger, greater and, in a nutshell, whatever and whoever you may choose to be.

Combined, however, the candies have the means to make you a King…maybe even a GOD!

All you need to do, for now, at least, is envision what you want to happen, what you want most, whatever you desire – as a wise man might have said – and the candies will make it happen. After that…well, that's up to you.

Oh, but I will leave you with a few parting words of wisdom, just to get you started:

FIRST: You're a Wizard, Harry!

No, the Dursleys weren't telling the truth; in fact, those Three Ugly Sisters know all about your magic and your once-lesser gifts and sought to, in the words of the Incredible Bulk, stamp it out of you. So, do me a favour, Other Me: show them the error of their ways, would you?

SECOND: Mum and Dad didn't die in a car crash or whatever bullshit excuse this world's Dursleys fed you for years; in truth, our parents – yes, even my parents in my world: sad, but true – were murdered by a sadistic man-child of a loser named Tom Marvolo Riddle, alias the Dark Lord Voldemort, which, FYI, is actually a freaking ANAGRAM of his little boy's name.

They weren't freaks, whores, druggies or anything else: they were HEROES! And never let ANYONE tell you any different.

THIRD: Even without the candies inside of you – or, most-likely, assimilated into your power by the time you read this letter – you ARE a powerful wizard, Harry James Potter. More-powerful than some might like and greater than others will, in their minds, 'allow' you to be.

It is for this reason that I told you not to let CERTAIN PEOPLE knock you down, tell you that you can and can't do things and, most of all, be whatever you CHOOSE to be, even if you should, somewhere down the line, choose to release the candies back to their former selves…can't imagine why, though.

FOURTH: Not only are you a powerfully-talented wizard, Harry, you are also something that, if the Dursleys knew, they'd probably do ANYTHING to get it away from you…what are you?

FILTHY, STINKING, MOTHERFUCKING, KING'S RANSOMS FROM THE WORLD OVER COMBINED RICH!

It's true, Harry; you are rich! Hell, your wealth is, probably, the largest and most well-off in the world, unless some greedy Gus has managed to get his filthy, lemon-scented fingers on your wealth, in which case, I offer this advice. Use the power I've fed you and make yourself RICHER STILL!

Trust me, it's going to make life SO much more interesting for you down the line, especially when a certain lazy arse who is a magical version of Dudley learns how loaded you TRULY are!

Anyway, without spoiling too much more fun for you, this is all I can say…well, that's not true.

There IS one more thing: enjoy yourself, my divinely-empowered doppelganger: go ahead and live your life to the fullest and, if people don't like who you are and what you become, tell them to go fuck themselves.

Or MAKE them; trust me, if I happen to see you make it happen, I'll cry laughing and savour the popcorn along the way.

So, that's it…and, unless Fate – the slut – permits otherwise, this is the last time we'll communicate with each other.

Have fun, Harry.

As Dad might say, give 'em hell!

All the best, Other Me,

Harrison James Potter-Black-Peverell

Master of Death

As Harry finished reading the letter, his eyes widened again when, suddenly, the whole parchment started to disintegrate into nothing more than a shower of sparks, which rose up and dissipated harmlessly against the roof of Harry's cupboard.

As for Harry himself, he felt a weak, shaky smile cross his face as he laughed to himself, "I…I'm rich? Powerful? A…a real wizard? And…and…did I mention I was…was…rich?"

As he laughed again, Harry turned his gaze on the door to his cupboard, the words from his other self's letter echoing through his mind, specifically the bit that said all he had to do was will what he wanted to happen to happen and it would. Thanks to the candies he'd eaten, which, judging by the warmth Harry felt spreading outwards from his stomach, he guessed had indeed been assimilated into him, which meant their strange power, and all that implied, was now his to command.

And what he wanted…what he commanded right now, was for the Dursleys to, as his other self had said, be shown the error of their ways.

'But first,' thought Harry, squinting his eyes at the door, almost as though he was silently willing it to be opened, his lips twisted into a smile of cocky confidence and pride as he mused only two words.

'Open Sesame!'

The door clicked open…

And light flooded Harry's eyes, albeit only briefly, allowing him to emerge from his cupboard.

Silently vowing he would never go back there again…

Chapter 2 and, don't worry, fans: Mr Fourth Wall isn't going to come back and wreck my story anytime soon: if I need funny remarks made and humour brought out, I know a long-time friend and reviewer who has some 'spies' that will do that job just as well, thank you very much!

Anyway, now Harry knows what he has become – sort of – what will he do with all this phenomenal cosmic power after spending ten years, give or take, in such an itty, bitty living space?

Also, with the powers of a God at his command, how might Harry handle the weaker mages and all others who might want him to remain weak, pathetic and malleable?

Keep Reading to Find Out

Next Chapter: It's the big day: Harry Potter is off to Hogwarts, where he plans on having some fun: however, when he makes a move to try and stop a certain someone from getting what they want most, it leads Harry into a very different first-night encounter;

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