Warning: Some names of Characters or places will be deliberately wrong or misspelled.
This is a work of fiction, I own none of it. All claim belongs to J. K. Rowling
I just stood there for minutes, incapable to do anything else, stocked to the core. Suddenly everything made sense, the origin of my powers, the transforming the warmth, I was channeling magic all along. I mean sure it crossed my mind that it could be esoteric in nature, I'm was almost sure of it with its supernatural properties, but not magic pre say, maybe chakra, chi, or life force because I never felt it before this day from the outside, it always came from me and only me. I even tried teaching to the other a few years back with zero progress, except I looked weirder from the outside.
This changes everything of my past present and future, I wasn't an alien, a science experiment, a cosmic horror or a superhero, no, I'm a wizard, a reality changing soon to be wand waving person. How could this happen, I mean my capability to believe was greatly expanded by the fact that reincarnation was real, but into a fictional world, but is it really fictional because standing here it seems pretty real to me. So I has to accept that it's real, all of it and that writer, what's her name, was seeing into a parallel universe. Are other fictional universe real? Are writer seers, I hope not, there are real dark and disturbing things out there...
A car's shrieking horns broke me out of my stupor, just then I realized I stood in the middle of the street. Half blinded by the car's lamp I stage red down from the street, I most likely seemed drunk, although only magician folk would connect it to the pub right I front of me, the muggles would only see a drunk teen on the street, typical London weekend night. After a few unsure steps I picked up the tempo soon breaking into a sprint, right through the city, I ran and could not stop not when my lungs started to strain then burn, not when it felt my legs could go no more, they did. Totally exhausted, I reached the orphanages hours' later, collapsing right below the brick wall. I had to climb over the fence, crawl through the garden then up two stories to get there, and after the most difficult climb in my life almost falling a few times, which are less scary if your bones half as brittle, or you can cushion your fall if you can concentrate, I stood before my bed. I tossed Willy 2, a paper mache head with my cut down hair attached to it, under the bed, not even concealing it. And fall on the pillows, falling asleep at that moment. Looking back, I was probably in a sock.
Waking up I felt even worse than right after my beating, shore everywhere, thirsty and with the mother of all headaches. My caretakers realized that I was probably sick, so after a checkup from the institution's nurse, I was left to rest. Not that I could, with all of this in my head. Sitting up and pulling my blanket over me, I collected all my memories from a decade away and started to ponder on my situation. Live in a previously believe to be made up world, where secret magical society where a thing ruled over by Incompetent and bigot governments, plagued with racism, elitism and general lack of logic or any common sense. Just great. I was born in 77, if I'm not mistaken, that right in the middle of Mr. No-nose's first try to achieve his final solution. My mother only had a birth certificate, and marriage papers, so it stands reason she was from a magical family, my father a half-blood or muggle born with his primary education recorded into the mundane system, I looked both of them up long ago when I wished to know if there was anybody left to take me in. Now it made much more sense, trey were probably attacked nine years ago by Nazi magicians, she managed to get away somehow and that's why I'm here. Even my middle name of Perseus made sense now, it's part of my supernatural heritage. Except there was no William Taylor in the movies, nor min any other media as far as I know, why did I not read the books, and I suspect I know why. My first action changed everything, the umbilical cord was wrapped around my neck before birth, and without my actions the William of that alternate timeline most likely died during birth. Aren't that a sobering realization?
But wait Tommy boy is still around right, he has those horcrux things that acts as save point for him, and he will return for round two and bonding over our similar experiences in a British orphanage will be a bit thin to save my ass. Shit.
All right, let's concentrate, one was a book right now in the attic of the Malfoy's place, and one is a spooky hand mummifying ring under a shack around some place called Little Hamilton or something similar. There is a cup, it is in a safe, in a magic bank called Gringos or some shit. The diadem it's in Hogwarts, seventh floor behind a troll painting. There is a pendant in that creepy dead infested cave somewhere along the coast and lastly the most obvious plot twist, the scar on Harry's forehead. Oh wait, there was the snake too, but only after the interschool tournament arc in movie four. Some people talked shit about Moldy for placing his literal soul into the most obvious and identifiable objects in Britain, but after the diary which probably was a proof 9f concept, the plan makes a lot of sense, these are priceless one of a kind magical relics, no one would even dare to contemplate destroying one, and trey magical nature probably would conceal anything soul smelling around them. Where he fucked up was when he made them actively malevolent, with overzealous protection system, and inherently unusable, obviously dark artifact. It was probably the madness that got to him while planning this. It will not stop me to exploit it as much as I can, because you see, I just can't see myself living in a dystopian fascist dictatorship led by an insane immortal, as a second class citizen or even undesirable. Not to even mention to trust in literal children to get to him before he gets to them. Even with a real life plot shield of some dinghy prophecy, I would not put my money behind the Golden trio.
After thinking on it and feeling real stupid, I took out some paper and started to write down everything that I remember about Harry Potter, mostly the plot, and some character traits that I remember. Not in English, of course, that would be stupid. First movie: the philosopher's stone, Harry gets to school after some shenanigans with his unrealistic family. Gains some friends, fight a troll in Halloween, finds the Cerberus, almost killed with a hex, gains the invisibility cloak, the Scooby gang figures out about the stone, the Dumbledore leaves, quest starts, three-headed dog sleeps because of magic, quicksand plant defeated with light, then the flying keys, interactive chess, then poison swallowing, fire walking challenge in the books according the fics, then the mirror, and Harry's acid hands. All in all, not too hard to do.
Movie two: Dobby pranks harry trying to prevent him from going into school, instead of alerting authorities. Potter is busted out by the redheads in a flying car. Goes to the Weasley house, goes to Conman pretty face's book dedicating event, where the diary is dropped into Ginny's cauldron by Lucy. Ron and Harry flies to school with the car, the Cat petrifies in Halloween, another shenanigans with the flying broom. Harry gets the diary after talking to a ghost girl, he gets a vision, then loses it right after that. Some more peoples petrify, harry and Ron goes to the nightmare spider, gets saved by the car. Hermione realized that it's a basilisk, gets petrifies. Dumbledore is not an available again, nor any other responsible adult for that matter. Harry, Ron and Lockhart opens the chamber door in third floor girl's restroom. Conman tries to escape, curses himself into amnesia, tunnel collapses. Harry meets Tom and Ginny, Tom comes out as a Nazi. McGuffin phoenix brings Deus ex-machina hat with sword. Blind snake chases harry. Harry stabs the snake into the Brain but gets bitten. Stabs the diary with snake's conveniently loose tooth. Bird saves Harry with its tear. A bit trickier but not unbelievable, bewitched car alone carried the whole team to victory.
Movie three: Harry curses that fat bitch, escapes from home, gets a bus ride after meeting with Sirius, and talks to minister of corruption. Then gets attacked by dementors on the train, Lupin saves him. School things like Bogart and hippogriff, then another flying broom accident. Hogsmeade's happenings in the winter, then Harry learns expecto patronum. Ron gets kidnapped by dog Sirius, instead of Lupin stealing the rat or something. Rat revealed as Peter Pettigrew. Lupin gets surprised by an easily trackable thing like a full moon, turns into a werewolf. Things happen harry gets KO-ed by dementors, Sirius is captured, Hermione reveals she had a time machine for the entire year and used it to be in more classes, what a Nerd. Goes back with harry but cannot change things because time travel logics. A bunch of things happen, Harry saves himself and Sirius, Peter escapes.
Movie four: tournament arc. Quidditch world cup, Victor Krum wins match for Bulgaria. Then a death eater after party. Trey get to Hogwarts on invisible demon horses, not-Moody is D.A.D.A. prof. Triwizard reveal, goblet of fire reveal, Halloween champion selecting, then instead of re selecting not-Moody's father chose to roll with it. Everybody hates Potter, Draco turned into a ferret, then first challenge, everybody finished, Harry flies around, then gets the Egg. Opens it underwater, then tells it to Cedic/Edward. Winter banquet. Underwater challenge, merpeople are dicks, and polyp piranha's almost kill the Boy-who-did-nothing. Non-Moody kills his father. The third challenge is the maze. Victor gets imperiused, Fleur gets almost eaten by the bushes, there are monsters in the maze in the books according to fanfics. Diggory and HP defeats Krum then gets transported by the cup into Little Hamilton or something. Rat Peter offs Diggory, captures HP Then makes a Voldemort Soup, and with is hand, Harry's blood and old Riddle's bones. Moldy calls Nazis then fights harry, Deus ex machina saves HP, then he gets away back to Hogwarts. After some chaos, not-Moody gets captured, turns out he was working with rat Peter. Oh, and there is a hunger game lookalike reporter who can turn into some kind of bug according to the fics.
The rest of the movies are a blur to me because I only saw the in TV. In five there is the order of phoenix, then a sadistic ministry goon for headmistress, Harry teaches kids to fight recently busted out mass murdering war criminals with singing hexes, what a tool. Learns mind protection from Snape. Goes to the ministry for the snowball prophecy, but it was a trap all along. Big fight Sirius dies, Dumbledore fight Moldy inconclusively. Movie six, the ring gets destroyed of camera. Harry and Dumbledore goes for horcrux hunt, finds none of them. Draco fixes the teleport cabinet, goons get into the school pointlessly because, then Snape offs Dumbledore. Movie seven one and two, lots of shenanigans, lots of people die in a pointless chase, harry and Hermione broke in to the bank, there is a dragon there, the cup gets destroyed. Ron abandons them, trey find the locket in Sirius's place, the elf had it all along. HP Stabs locket with Gryffindor's sword in the forest, Ron gets back. Trey all captured. Dobby saves them, but gets offed for it. Tommy boy steals Dumb Eldon's elder wand. School fight, Tonks, Remus, Snape one of the redhead twins and a bunch of filler characters die, diadem is burned in magical Greek fire. The snake is cut down a size with the Lion sword. Moldyshorts offs Harry's horcrux with the Aveda in the forest, then he loses against harry in the castle, because Draco defeated Dumbledore and not Snape, so Harry was the owner of the elder wand, for its service HP destroys the wand, rip wand.
That all I can remember and write down in one sit before my head stars to hurt from all of concentrating. I'm happy because despite almost a decade of life, I remember enough key points of the story to use them. Thank you, Buddha, Yahweh, God, Merlin or the spaghetti monster for the more than sharp memory in this life, oh and putting me into a baby and sentencing me to entertain myself by re-watching movies and recalling whole fandoms in my head as an only way to stave off boredom induced madness. Now I have to make a plan. And after a half an hour, I decide that the crucial point in the story is right before the gang's second year in the bookstore. That the only moment when the diary is available, but it did not endanger anybody. As much as I like to jump into action as soon as I could, I have to sit out the first year entirely, or Lucy could decide to not give the diary out. And that would be catastrophic. Sorry Harry, Sirius and the Weasley's but your sacrifice, if you exist at all and this is not those alternative timelines where Grindelwald fallen down a stair as a child, is the lesser of the two evils.
With that I finish my plan, study like there is no tomorrow in my first two years befriend the twins and or Percy, sit out the trios first year, only intervene if the timeline catastrophically deviates, or someone, important, in mortal danger. Invite myself to second year book buying, snatch the diary right after Lucy leaves. Buy Peter the rat. Compromise Peter the rat in the great hall, in front of teachers and students, make him to confess publicly in case of evil Dumbledore, maybe Invite Madame Bones if she exists here and not some really popular OC. Figure out a way to bring awareness to the horcrux things without revealing knowledge, reveal knowledge if must. Locate and destroy all of them, stole or get the cup in other means. Wait for fourth year, bet in the Bulgarians, see if Moody, not-Moody or someone else gets the job. If lip licking not -Moody gets the job, proceed until third trial, perhaps compete if must. Let Moldy resurrect and kill Harry's scar-bound roommate, then nuke him from orbit, that's the only way to be sure, or capture baby Moldy and put him into prison, the German one where Grindelwald is not the shitty Asscaban. Let Harry die of old age, or off him. As a contingency, poison the incarcerated death eater if I can. Step three: ... Step four: Profit? It looks good in paper but can I pull it off. The one million galleon question.
Before any more planning of my future, I have to verify that the knowledge that I possess is accurate. The Character are not just characters but actual existing persons, and to do that I have to go down the pub shaped rabbit hole. Buy some books, because I highly doubt that there is a publicly accessible archive in Magical Britain, as it's usually being with Third World countries. Because if you swap the wands to AK47s, as both are equally easy to kill, you get a typical sub-Saharan country with its blatant corruption, brutal yet ineffective government, tribalistic political landscape, low national cohesion oh and the seasonal ethnic atrocities. So yeah, no publicly available knowledge for sure.
Still, even before I could stock up with arcane knowledge, I have to have money for it. So the Goblin bank will be my first stop, then the bookstore and that all for my first expedition, because I'm pretty sure it is illegal to have a wand as a child not Hogwarts age. With all of that, the only thing to do was to wait until I was let go room the nurse's room, and what a pleasant day that was. I donned my Tom persona, packed in most of my money, around two thousand quid, into a backpack and headed out into the night. Three bus and a tube ride later I was at Caring cross station, from there was only a light walk and I found myself right in front of the cauldron. With my heart in my throat, I went in, into a dimly lit space full of rustic wood furniture. There were some people in the back of the pub, but nothing near to a crowd, behind the front of the Bar was a tallish top-bald guy, probably in his forties.
"Hello there, my name is Thomas, and I'm looking for the Bartender called Tom, I guess that would be you?" I tried some fake uncertainty in my voice, I'm not supposed to know this.
"Good day to you, and you guessed right, what can I do for ya" he said in a friendly manner with a slight smile on his face. Even I can tell the routine gesture behind it with my social ineptitude.
"Oh you see, I'm lived a while across the pond, just moved back not long ago for a few months, from my fiends I know that the entrance to the alley is here, and I would like some guidance to find it, I have some urgent business to do on the other side" hearing this he smiled knowingly.
"Say no more, it's just tough that door in the back, three up and two across from the rubbish can on the rick wall right up ahead, you can't miss it" He said with practiced casualty.
Expecting a similar answer, so I looked around, then carefully pulled out a broken stick that I fashioned into a crude wand shape with my pocket knife.
"You see, I was traveling with my girlfriend, who is a no-maj, and unfortunately she sat on it, ghastly things those airplanes you see, and my own back there and the ministry's here are sending letters back and forth to make sure it wasn't snapped by one of them, until they sort it out I'm stuck like this. "I whispered with shameful and annoyed tone, his face morphed into a bit of pity after hearing about my problem.
"Don't worry, I could have happened with anybody, there is no shame in it. Just a moment and I open it for ya" he said with understanding tone.
And after a minute we were in front of the wall, he tapped the brick and the entrance started to open up, and the sight cached my breath.
"Looks brilliant, isn't it, it's a wonder looking down the Diagon even after all those times I saw it. OH, and before I forget, there is that lever right there, that opens it from the other side" he said pointing at a stone torch stand on the other side of the wall.
I thanked him for all, still half dazed, he just smiled and went back, what a helpful fellow. The thing that surprised me the most was not the sight, which was quite magical by itself, outshining the movie version by an order of magnitude. No, it was the dance of the different magical fields folding into, bubbling over and simply melting together, it felt like great currents in the ocean, each different with its own warmth, texture, sound color and sell. Energy, one of the distinct yet harmonious. It felt alive, vibrant, ever-changing as the auras within it slide over each other. I don't know how long I stood there, but I don't really care, the whole trip worth it at that moment, even if I could achieve nothing else. After a while when my high lessened, I went in the direction of a tall corner building, with marble pillars besides the door, above written Gringotts Bank with sharp and precise fonts.
After morphing back to my original form, as I dared not to go inside as a skin walker and accused of using some kind of glamour or concealment I opened one side of the double doors, walked into a warmly lit and lavishly decorated square atrium, with gold ornamented high desks by the walls. I stepped to one of them in my oversized clothes, looking at the desks scary looking occupant.
"Excuse me, I would like to inquire if it's possible to exchange muggle currency to magical one in this establishment, and if so on what rates and additional fees." I tried a calm but firm business tone that I practiced the whole doing business. Regardless of my memories about wizard goblin animosity, business is business.
"Good day to you too, little wizard, and yes we do exchange currencies in a 4 pound 92 pence to one galleon as of right now with a point zero tree percent fee, or would you like to exchange different ones." I heard the snarky, slightly bored answer from the diminutive banker, who not even looked up from his papers more than a glance down at me.
"No, thank you, the good old sterling would be quite fine. In that case I would like to change two thousand three hundred eighty-four pound to galleons." as I said the goblins entire attention was on me as he smiled toothy at me.
"I see, in that case please follow me into an appropriate room for the exchange." He said as he climbed down from his high position to lead the way into a similarly grandiose side room with a table, chairs and a bared window into another room on the opposite wall.
There I put the money onto the desk and the banker with another as his witness counted the money, then he put the numbers into a gold coated antique machine which after some clicking and clicking mechanical process gave the back amount in galleons on a mechanical screen and on a parchment recite, which we all had to sign in two copies. Nice to see that Gringotts has familiar systems in place compared to its mundane counterparts. Money is a universal language. The total was around four hundred seventy, after that I opened a New vault for me, it cost twenty galleons initial with three galleons per month as an upkeep. Standard prince's trey said with a satisfied yet still cold manner, guess is not enough to be nice with them to erase hundreds of years of semi constant war.
"I would like to inquire if it's possible to check in some way if there are any vaults inherited by me, I was orphaned in the last war you see, maybe an inheritance test of some sorts?" I asked after all the paperwork and handing out of the key already happened.
"There is a service similar to that, yes, a test of ancestry, but I have to tell that unfortunately even if there is a vault inheritable by you, you can't access it without the key or a ministry approved test of lineage if you are not keyed into the protective enchantments by the previous owner. The test itself does not take long and costs only five galleons." Dorgoth my assigned banker told with an almost apologetic tone, trey must not really like when the ministry meddles with financial matters.
"That's quite all right, I would like to take the test then. But before I do, I like to ask if any living relative will be notified with the results" I asked concerned if my mother was maybe chased away by her own family like in some of those fanfics.
"We are very discreet here at Gringotts, at all times, and as this test by itself does not have any financial or legal ramifications, we naturally do not provide or notify anybody else with the results" he said with an annoyed tone, which is understandable after my Insensitive but necessary question.
After that, another Goblin came into the room with some strangely patterned parchment, a large back leather-bound dossier and a golden needle in an ornate box. The procedure was easy I poked my finger with the needle and spilled few drops of blood in the middle of the diagnostic runic array on the parchment, after a few minutes two long multisegmented line of number appeared on the surface on the place of the blood. The Goblin opened his great dossier and started to search for the appropriate entries, and found a first within a minute.
"According to the results of this test, which sincerity is guaranteed by Gringotts as it were performed by an expert in a presence of a witness, William P. Taylor is a scion of the House of Fatell. And as there is no other known living member, he is the sole inheritor of the house vault containing exactly twenty-four thousand eight hundred and sixty-one galleons three knuts eleven sickles as of today." said the other Goblin with the document.
While multiple feelings started to churn, within me, surprise, and happiness because of my financial stability, sadness knowing that none of my mother's side of the family is alive, conclusion as to what to do, and anger towards the Nazis who are most likely responsible for my situation.
"Furthermore, According to the results of this test, which sincerity is guaranteed by Gringotts as it were performed by an expert in a presence of a witness, William P. Taylor is a scion of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black, beneficiary of all the vaults appropriated to his use by the Head of House Arcturus Black III, these vaults include none as of today" said the accountant with the dossier in an official sounding tone, while in my mind is occupied with one question: how in a world is that possible?