Emerald Embers to Sapphire Seas
June 24, 1995
Hardwin Ignotus Potter, known publically as Harry James Potter, moved swiftly as he dodged another spell. It seems that numerous Death Eaters were aiding Voldemort in killing Harry.
Of course, they did not have many physical activities outside of speaking and walking, making them weak compared to the sportsperson Harry is (Harry noted to thank Oliver Wood a million times).
'Just a Killing Curse to the head for the Horcrux.' Harry thought as he waited for Voldemort to throw the green spell his way.
Harry dodged another stunning spell (Why are they trying to stun him?) and fired a reductor curse.
It had been more than an hour and Harry was panting. He may be a prodigy, an enigma, but he was still a child, however powerful he may be.
Voldemort taunted, "And here dies Harry Potter, the 'Boy-Who-Lived'."
Harry gritted his teeth but said calmly, "I know right, how wonderful to see so many fans seeing me to death."
Voldemort narrowed his eyes and shouted, "Avada Kedavara!"
A nasty green light shot out of Voldemort's yew wand and, as if time slowed down, flew towards Harry. Harry knew he was going to die, so he reached towards his magic and-
Let it all out.
Pure magic blasted everyone in the graveyard. There were more than thirty casualties. All free Death Eaters and Voldemort were dead, but so was Harry Potter.
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"How did you do it?"
"You are going Dark, Harry."
"I am afraid Sirius was Kissed by the Dementors, Harry."
"Professor Snape had to kill Remus as he was attacking him, my boy."
"SHUT UP, JUST SHUT UP!"
"Boy, you are a FREAK!"
"Always stealing, that freak, criminal, just like his parents."
"He is cheating on his exams, of course. He was never smart, but the boy is so sneaky!"
"Potter Stinks! Diggory Rules!"
"You are just like Tom, Harry. Just like him. Powerful, Unloved and Dangerous."
Harry fell to his knees.
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September 1, 1991
Harry stared at Draco Malfoy before punching Ron Weasley in the face, he would convince the brat that Goyle punched him and Scabbers bit Crabbe's finger.
Harry bit out, "Let the oafs go."
Crabbe raised an eyebrow at the insult and Goyle's scowl deepened but they left as Malfoy looked at them with curiosity.
Harry said, "So . . . Let us talk, Malfunctioning Ferret."
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"Hello, I am Theodore Nott, Potter, I had not assumed Draco knew you."
"Of course not, he didn't. But now he does, he is an arrogant ferret, but if he lets his hair down, he will be a nice person to hand 'round with, you know." Harry said.
Nott looked at him and nodded before introducing his Italian friend, "This is Blaise Zabini, don't insult his mother."
Harry said, "She is a female dog, Nott, I can't deny the truth to the naive."
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"Hello, Harry!"
Harry looked around and saw that there were no paintings in sight, neither was Ronald and Hermione. He had to make sure that they didn't see him outside the silly Gryffindor. Dumbeldore was an enemy after all.
"Tracey, must you always jump on me?" Harry amusedly said.
Tracey rolled her eyes and practically dragged Daphne Greengrass with her, who was keeping a carefully blank face.
"What do you want?"
Daphne asked, "What did you do to Malfoy? He is being Slytherin!"
Harry smirked.
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October 27, 1992
Harry greeted his group of friends as they saw each other. Draco Malfoy, Daphne Greengrass, Tracey Davis, Theodore Nott, Blaise Zabini, Neville Longbottom, Fay Dunbar and Padma Patil. They had plans to bring in Terence 'Terry' Boot, he was looking to be a nice individual.
Neville asked, "How were the Flamels, Harry?"
After seeing Harry go out for the Philosopher's Stone with Hermione and Ron, Neville had taken Harry's Invisibility Cloak (Or I.C. as the group called it) and jumped right after Harry. Neville had picked up the Stone after Harry fainted and ran away when Dumbledore came in.
Harry had messaged the Flamels and got a deal with them.
They sent him knowledge and a house, and helping with the Dursley's of course, and he sent them the Stone.
It was a much more enjoyable summer after finding out that Lily Evans-Potter was some first cousin fifteenth removed to Perenelle Flamel née Ashworth.
Harry had gotten taller to the point that he looked to be an extremely good looking twelve-year-old. His hair looked windswept than messy and his build had gone from scrawny and short to skinny and average.
The biggest change was his glasses. He had done many old Rituals in Potter Grimoire in Gringotts, in his Vault, all good ones of course, and he had suddenly lost glasses and gained Tom Riddle's knowledge.
Harry also found out that he is a Horcrux.
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September 22, 1993
"You moron, Hardwin Ignotus Potter!"
"Calm down, Susan, I had to keep up the act, you know."
Harry saw Susan Bones practically narrow her eyes but then she huffed and pouted. She said, "Why are you doing this?"
Harry said, "It has way fewer problems with being unsubtle."
Susan didn't look pleased and Harry knew that she was going to drag him away to lecture him, but she was willing to be quiet for a few minutes for the meeting.
For the group, instead of gaining Terence Boot, they had gained Hannah Abbot and Susan Bones. It had something to do with Cho Chang trying to bully Luna Lovegood and Padma Patil helping her.
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"You know, this a better year than most."
Susan sighed and nodded, she said, "You know, Neville's asked Hannah on a date, and I heard Draco and Daphne, Padma and Theo, and Blaise and Tracey going to Kitchens for a triple date."
Harry raised his eyebrows, whistled loudly and said, "Really? I always thought Draco preferred males over females, but . . . I am not going to do anything, alright?"
Susan's glare decreased and she smiled.
She said, "We can go on a date too, you know."
"I know, but you are just too beautiful to be taken out on a date. I have a plan though . . ."
_
Fay was making out with Terry right in front of Harry and Susan.
Harry coughed and they both detached, blushing. Harry smirked and said, "Never deny the power of Susan Bones' matchmaking."
And that day, Terry joined Harry's group. Seducing always go way far.
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October 31, 1994
"Harry Potter!"
Harry took a breath in.
"Harry Potter! Come here!"
Harry shouted, "I, Hardwin Ignotus Potter, solemnly swear on my life and magic that I do not wish to participate in the Triwizard Tournament. These are my true intention, so mote it be."
Harry stood up, looking like royalty.
Harry had let his hair grow a bit this summer, Susan liked that, and had let them reach his neck. His body shape had drastically changed from scrawny and small in the First Year to lean and athletic. He had also just gotten a growth spurt, making him just about six feet (About 1.8 Metres).
Silence reigned the air.
_
The Dragon bowed to Harry as he petted it.
Harry said in a soft voice, "Can I?"
The Dragon nodded.
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Merpeople drifted away from Harry as he stood with the Hostages. The other Champions, except Fleur, took away theirs.
Harry took Susan and Gabrielle with him, the Merpeople bowing slightly to him to acknowledge it's okay.
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"Witches and Warlocks of Wizengamot, I present you to the Warlock of Potter, Hardwin Potter!"
Harry strode forward.
_
When Harry woke up, he was in a pure black room. It was a mouldy and abandoned place, looking as if it was never to be discovered.
A skeleton sat on a throne in the middle of the room. The skull looked serpentine and the bones looked sleek and shiny.
The skeleton looked straight at Harry and said, "I have lived in your scar for years, Harry Potter, known you for ages. I could have only been killed by you and you alone, and you have now mastered me. Lord Voldemort, the Heir of Slytherin, has fallen to you."
And then the room faded.
A peaceful white emerged and the skeleton became dust. In seconds, the place was clean and then dusty. The only thing that shocked Harry though was who sat on the chair.
Charcoal Black Hair with Obsidian Black at ends. The short hair reached just below his ears. Sapphire Blue eyes pierced right into his soul and a smirk that was Harry's signature.
The boy looked no older than ten, but his aura was a powerful golden that consumed Harry's emerald green inferno.
The boy spoke, "I am Hardwin Ignotus Potter. The Unknown Fighter against Voldemort. Born on 31st of July, 1960, to Charlus Antonich Potter and Dorea Aquarius Black. I was killed by Voldemort when he stabbed me in the back."
Harry looked at Hardwin, the person he was unknowingly named after by his father, James. He said, "Why are you telling me this?"
Hardwin looked back at Harry and said, "I have just died, and then arrived as a ghost for Judgement in front of King Minos, Aeacus, and Radamanthus. I found out that all sorts of Gods are real. Roman Gods, Greek Gods, Norse Gods, Egyptian Gods, Christian God, Hindu Gods, it all depends on belief. The more powerful the belief in them, the stronger they are."
"During my Judgement, Death himself, Thanatos, arrived for me. Apparently, I had died when I was not meant to and then you went and died yourself. He told me that the same soul cannot exist in the same body, but a similar soul can."
"There are different timelines across the universe, and Gods being all mighty, there is only set of Gods. My World was handled by the Greek and Roman Gods mainly, while yours was mainly handled by Norse Gods."
"I want to live till I die at an old age, surrounded by family and I know you feel the same. Do you agree?"
Harry took all the information in and said, still in shock, "I want some time."
"There is plenty of it here."
_
Harry said, "So, basically, we will be in different sorts of world. I will not exist in my world like you didn't in mine."
"Correct."
"Okay, so, we just swap and forget our whole life and take each other's memories."
Hardwin snorted and said in his silky voice, "Of course not, you idiot. It is like this, you take half of my soul and half of yours, I take of your soul and half of mine. We just swap places."
"And how will that affect our prowess?"
Hardwin thought for a moment and said, "That's actually a good question. I don't know."
"I do."
Harry and Hardwin turned their heads to see an imposing figure standing there. She was tall, though not more than Harry, and her hair were as black as night. Her eyes were a dull green, as though repressed, and her skin was almost too pale. Her figure was slim and graceful, and her clothes were very traditionalistic.
She said, "I am Hel, the Goddess of Death in the Norse Pantheon. As I have more power than Thanatos, and less responsibility, I have come to answer your questions. First of all, if you chose not to take this offer, these worlds of yours will fell out and consequently lead to the destruction of Romans. Total annihilation of Roman Gods, a lot like Ragnarok to come."
"Secondly, your prowess and aura will that be of the other person's, mixed with yours. Seemingly merged together, one person."
And so Harry and Hardwin asked questions about their life to come.
_
Hel handed Harry a folder and he opened it.
Name: Hardwin Ignotus Potter
Date of Birth: 31st July of 1960
Parents: Charlus Anotonich Potter and Dorea Aquarius Black
Titles: Vanquisher of the Dark Lord (should be achieved by 1980), Saviour of Magic (must be achieved by 2050), and Heir of Peverell (achieved since birth)
Date of Death: At least 31st July of 2099 and at most 31st July of 2100
Gifts: Parseltounge (Grimm Heritage), Enhanced Instincts (Potter Heritage), Wandless Magic and Animagus (Black Heritage)
Speciality: Battle Magic (Potter Heritage), Transfiguration (Black Heritage), Charms, Care of Magical Creatures (Grimm Heritage), Ancient Runes (Peverell Heritage) and Magus Princeps Metamorph (Black Heritage)
As Harry was checking his new biographic information, Hardwin was checking his.
Name: Hardwin Ignotus Potter
Date of Birth: 31st July of 1980
Parents: Janus 'James' Charlus Potter and Lily Mary Evans
Titles: Vanquisher of the Dark Lord (should be achieved by 2000), Saviour of Magic (must achieve by 2050), and Heir of Potter, Black and Peverell (achieved since birth)
Date of Death: At least 31st October of 2100 and at most 31st December of 2100
Gifts: Parseltounge (Grimm Heritage), Enhanced Instincts (Potter Heritage), Wandless Magic and Animagus (Black Heritage)
Speciality: Battle Magic (Potter Heritage), Transfiguration (Black Heritage), Charms, Care of Magical Creatures (Grimm Heritage), Ancient Runes (Peverell Heritage) and Magus Princeps Metamorph (Black Heritage)
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Harry asked Hel, "What is this 'Magus Princeps Metamorph'?"
Hel grimaced and said, "It is basically Metamorphmagus with extra steps. You can become a Metamorphmagus using a few rituals or naturally by a certain age."
Harry nodded and Hardwin said, "We are ready to wake up."
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A tall boy, who was astonishingly healthy despite being dressed in rags, opened his sapphire blue eyes. He had a symbol of Chaos on the upper part of his left arm. A Sowelu was still hidden behind his Charcoal Black hair, on his forehead.
Death and Destruction were surrounding him as he saw around.
Death Eaters, he realised.
He brushed the dust off the torn clothes he was wearing. The Hardwin of this generation must have died off due to the rubble that crushed him. Such potential and such anti-climatic death.
Harry clutched the broken wall and put a hand on his aching head. He looked towards where the Death Eaters were and saw that a few of them had apparated. He steadied himself and put his back against the wall and breathed in deeply.
He felt alive again as he breathed even though ashes and dirt were in the air. Harry looked at his hand and saw blood on his hands though it was beginning to dry. He must have done some accidental magic to heal the injury on his head or Hel must have done it.
Harry stood properly and tried to close in on the Death Eaters discreetly, to listen in on what they were saying. Voldemort wasn't there so this mustn't have been some super important raid. Most likely to induce fear or Death Eaters feeling bored.
Harry didn't care much for muggles due to his experience with them but he still liked them enough to stop their common enemy.
Harry wasn't yet powerful enough to do wandless magic nor was he connected with his magic in this body enough to do so, he would have to do a few rituals again. Though he couldn't do magic yet, he could throw stones.
And Harry's previously done rituals must have carried on at least some benefits. He picked up a big stone and threw it at a towering figure in the dark.
It hit the figure on the back and the man fell down with a shout of pain. He was growing until a fellow Death Eater helped him up. The man said, startled, "What the heck was that?!"
His companion answered, just as startled, "A rock hit you in the back. There must be a muggle still standing. They must have hidden."
The towering man said, "Yeah, tell the others to keep an eye on that filthy muggle, Weasley."
Weasley?!
"Shut up, Black. We aren't supposed to call each other by name. And anyway, I was disowned by Cedrella and Septimus when they found out I killed a squib."
Black, this must be Bellatrix's father, Harry decided. And for Weasley, well, Harry only knew about Arthur Weasley who was Septimus' son, so who could this be? Because Harry couldn't even think of Arthur as a Death Eater.
A third voice came, "Cygnus! Jack! Come here!"
Jack Weasley muttered loudly, "That freakin' moron." and followed after Cygnus Black towards the third Death Eater with Jack still supporting Cygnus hugely due to the pain in his back.
Harry followed them and picked up Cygnus' wand from the ground, he dropped it while falling. Harry smiled, looks like Bellatrix's dad wasn't able to stand as much pain as his daughter. Though she did have the advantage of being in Azkaban on him.
The third Death Eater said in a silky voice, "What happened to you two?"
Jack answered, "Some muggle is hiding out there. Threw a rock on Cygnus here."
The third Death Eater was a woman, Harry realised. She took a look at Cygnus and shook her head. She removed her mask revealing a beautiful face. She had mousy brown hair and dark blue eyes.
She said to Cygnus, "Take your friend home, Weasley."
It was clear that Jack was scowling under his mask but it became clear when he removed his mask to reveal brunette hair and grey eyes. He had a short moustache as well. He said softly to his friend, "Come, Cygnus, let's get you to Druella."
Cygnus groaned in annoyance and said, "Let's go." and then turned to the woman to say, "Find that muggle, Prince."
The woman, Prince (probably Snape's grandmother, Harry decided), said, "I will if I want, the muggle cannot do anything. Now, go, you moronic waste of air!"
The two men left as Prince frowned. As they Portkeyed away, she announced to the other Death Eaters, "All right, men, take a final look for any wayward muggles and then we are leaving. The Aurors must be arriving in about fifteen minutes."
A rough voice said, "All right, Sylvia. Come on, men!"
As the Death Eaters separated to find muggles to kill, Harry threw an invisibility charm on himself that he found in one of his dad's old books.
Warning: This part might get a bit bloody and gory.
"Operculum obscuritatis"
Harry walked quietly on the ground, keeping to himself and then to behind Sylvia's back.
He held up Cygnus' wand and then stabbed the woman with the wand. She gasped in pain loudly and was about to turn and fire a curse when Harry said, "Afflatus"
She blew open and her insides covered Harry and her surroundings. Blood was covering every place Harry could see.
Harry cleaned his clothes with a quick charm and then walked quickly towards another Death Eater.
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Robert Lestrange was walking silently, looking in every direction. He wanted to kill another muggle today or Dolohov wouldn't shut up about having killed the most today. Of course, his older brother, Reinhard, would be annoying as well, bragging about doing his first raid as a Death Eater today.
As he was about to turn right, he saw a change in air before being blown towards a broken window. He righted himself as fast as he can to do minimal damage to his body. Robert heard somebody curse before he saw a boy appear.
The boy looked like Charlus Potter, the man Robert's Lord killed a couple of years ago.
Robert quickly shouted, "THERE IS A BOY HERE, MEN! APPARATE AWAY, I WILL KILL HIM AND COME!"
He heard a couple of pops and saw the boy smirk. Why was he smirking? The boy was ten!
Robert said, "You must have thrown that rock at Cygnus, right?"
The boy said in a soft voice, "Yes. You are a Lestrange, right?"
Robert blinked and ran a hand through his straight black hair. He narrowed his amber eyes and said in his rough voice, "Correctly heard, kid. Robert Lestrange. You are Charlus Potter's kid?"
The boy nodded and confirmed Robert's fears. He said, "I am Hardwin, son of Charlus and Dorea Potter. And now, I must kill you as I have with your lady friend."
Robert laughed, "Ha! You cannot kill Sylvia! You are a mere child! I have personally seen her take on Arcturus Black and she is impressive. She could kill children faster with her nails than her wand. She tears their skin and could burn it in a minute, you are no match for her."
The boy's sapphire eyes seemed to glow gold for a second in anger before he said, "I stabbed her in the back with your friend's wand. I twisted it hard and then uttered the blasting curse. She is now all over the place she has broken down."
Robert respected a few people and to hear one of those he respected had died by the person in front of him, he casted a spell, "Avada Kedavra!"
A sickly green light erupted from his wand and quickly moved towards Potter, the boy sidestepped the spell and shouted, "Abra Kadabra!" (An animation spell?!) and just as Robert thought it was about to hit him, the spell hit the wall behind him.
The cuts he had gotten from the window still dripped as he watched the boy who was doing nothing. The boy just missed a spell!
"Wha-" He was about to say when he felt something punch him in the back.
He turned around and saw a huge humanoid made of wood and stone. His back will be bruised for a long time.
He moved out of the second punch to hear, "Fieri Difficile!" and dodged the hardening spell. It hit the monstrosity who tried to kick him but found itself blocked by a shield.
Robert threw an Organ Liquifying Curse his friend, Augustus Rookwood, taught him. It hit a wall and it melted upon contact.
The boy fired another curse, "Steikt!" and red flames were produced from his wand. Robert tried to dodge it but his left hand was caught in those cursed flames and his head was hit by the humanoid.
Robert cried, "Ahhh!"
The pain he felt was nothing to what he felt later.
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Harry looked at the mangled corpse of Lestrange and despite himself, felt guilty and sorry for the man. One wrong choice and the man found himself as a dead corpse. Harry knew that the Prince Family was rotten overall, Bellatrix Black-Lestrange did have her mentor once, but he knew the Lestranges were the kingpin in the market for drinks. Their family had invented Butterbeer with the Browns and Odgens, and tried to market it worldwide.
They just chose the wrong side.
So much potential, wasted.
Harry fell to his knees, bile rising to his throat as he saw the innocent man he had so bloodily killed. Fair fight or not, he was still bloody guilty.
Harry stood up quickly, he wasn't going to pity himself this minute, he had to go, the Aurors will arrive any minute.
Harry looked at the rotten throat of the dead man and shook his head, he saw the man blink for a moment supposedly, his mind was playing tricks.
Harry muttered a cleaning charm and the corpse cleaned itself up. Harry dug a hole using the stolen wand and levitated the body into the hole. He covered the hole with the dirt he had dug up and chanted in Ancient Greek, the only chant he knew in that language, "Master Thanatos, whomst who presides over the dead, I request thee to guide this brave soul to judgement. As I say, as I will."
He would have asked Hel, the Norse Goddess, but he remembered that the Greek and Roman Gods presided over this world and he would be damned if he messed this up.
A cold feeling passed through him as if judging his soul before a shadow extended in front of him and settled over the grave. Quickly, it disappeared in an olive green light which might as well be the last magic of Robert Lestrange.
Harry knew Lestrange was killed more quietly and bloodily by Alastor Moody in the January of 1980 from what Amelia Bones told him. The man had degraded himself a lot by then and it was a mercy for him to die now.
Harry casted over himself, "Metano". It was a spell by Arcturus Black when he was a spy in the War against Grindelwald for the Department of Mysteries as an Unspeakable. It was a wonder Harry found the spell in the first book in the Black Family Home Library.
Harry ran away from the site. No need to be present here now.
The Aurors arrived in the blood of Sylvia Prince, which had dried by then, after half an hour of Harry leaving.
_
Harry roamed around the muggle world. He didn't like it much since every muggle he had met had been either disgusted by the sight of him or was looking at Harry angrily. Thank You, Dursleys.
Though Harry sometimes liked the anonymity outside Privet Drive. He could have even come to love the world but the Dursleys had forever tainted his view. Thankfully, he had contacted the Flamels.
After none of the letters had been responded to, Hagrid had come to get Harry, but of course, he was a bit brash and too reckless. It wasn't bad, just not needed during the moment.
As soon as Hagrid entered, Vernon had attempted to shoot him but missed and then held Harry hostage. Surprisingly, he was making rational points about why should Harry never join the witches and wizards.
Hagrid was a follower of Dumbledore though, which means pro-magic ('Yay' thought Harry sarcastically) and dumb-muggles. So, naturally, Hagrid had threatened with violence.
Harry had understood magic by that point and was experimenting with the sciences at the same time as magic, trying to get away using magic. Unfortunately, Petunia caught on and was about to tell Vernon but didn't, surprisingly.
Eventually, Vernon got angry enough to tell Hagrid to never get Harry back. Dudley slept through the entire thing.
Harry lived in the Diagon Alley that summer, exploring with no glasses due to the fact that he was able to see clear enough without them, making him almost unrecognisable without those bulky things. Guess Superman's idea worked, Harry was thoroughly amused by that.
During the summer with Flamels, Harry learned much about science and magic colliding due to them living in Switzerland during that time where wizards were closest to muggles due to the Swiss Bank. Where do you think those chocolates or Honeydukes' came from?
That summer, Harry learnt of his ancestry and the Flamels sort of adopted him. He, by far, liked Nicholas the most, mostly due to the fact that Perenelle sort of scared him by her trying to get him to marry by fifteen and the fact that she could see properly even without pupils.
Nicholas was an arrogant wizard. He was also a playboy and bisexual. Every night, someone new came into Perenelle and Nicholas' room and left by afternoon. In the evening, Nicholas sat on a balcony with a notebook and listed down things he wanted to do over the year.
While nobody interacted much with each other, they all got a lot of freedom and Harry took advantage of it.
As soon as he found out that the Goblins were spies of Dumbledore and were actually stealing from him in the name of providing Vernon and Petunia with the money, he converted all the gold he had to pounds, except for a few hundred galleons for school supply and wizarding purchases he made during his seven years at Hogwarts. He, then, closed his accounts and opened an account in the local Gringotts at Basel, and dropping off the majority of his gold there.
He had, then, dropped by to sell some gold in the muggle, having found a way to remove the magical protections on the galleons, sickles and knuts that were to protect them from melting. He got 200 Swiss Francs for his troubles.
He immediately opened an account in the muggle world under the name of Charles Evans, a young man who just recently found out that his grandfather was a bounty hunter and had bought a huge amount of gold for his wife. Charles had sold the gold due to having no use for it and had deposited the money for which he had much need. Charles was an average man who liked to sell paintings and had lived his whole life in Italy, despite being born in Ireland.
Harry had set up his persona of Charles as an immature man who lived with the flow. The man had long wavy hair that was brown, tied back into a ponytail, and some hazel eyes, blocked by a pair of glasses. He was 5'11 (1.8 Metres) and was surprisingly fit, perhaps due to some good metabolism.
Harry set up Charles as a homeschooled kid who didn't have that many legal records. The man was an introvert and was not noticed much. He had good grades and a bunch of records in art and had not gone to college, taking some time off after high school.
It all went fine until Harry was chosen for the Tournament.
Harry erased any record of Charles Evans, simply due to the fact that Ministry could have arrested him for it, and deposited all his money in the Gringotts at Basel.
Harry got into contact with Wizengamot due to being recognised as an adult by Chief Warlock and the Headmaster of the school he went to, as well as the Supreme Mugwump of ICW.
He entered the Wizengamot due to being related to Sirius, who had been Kissed by that ti-
"Sirius!" Harry suddenly gasped.
Sirius was alive now, well, so was Lupin but he wasn't that big of a part in Harry's life due to the Headmaster. His parents were alive as well, and he was his dad's cousin now!
Bloody hell, what should he do?!
Harry gasped, "Bloody hell!"
_
It was a tiny orphanage and it took way too long to do it, but Harry finally managed to make it seem as if he had been living in this Wool's Orphanage since he was picked up by them at seven when he was found roaming the streets after his parents died.
It was a good thing that he knew that Charlus and Dorea had died when he was old enough to remember things. He can come off as a prodigy and even 'remember' the wizarding world.
Harry wanted to be left alone so he made himself look like a loner, a friendly and nice loner, but still, a loner, which he was before the Flamels.
And now, to wait for his Hogwarts Letter.
AN: Yes, I am posting another story on top of several others to murder myself. I am the Procastinator. And well, I am having tests every single fecking day.
I do not know the value of Swiss Francs and anybody who know the accurate value in 1991 is welcome. I am not Swiss and have never lived there, so it would be extremely welcome. The prices I have set up are speculative.
I don't know the value of Gold in Swiss Francs either, they are merely speculative as well.
