AN: Yo! Welcome to the seventh and final winner for the seven story update.

This idea is based on the concept of 'A SI reincarnated into HP with NO cheats, Stayed the HELL away from canon, made his own cheats over a dozen or so years, and then winds up getting sucked into the world of Fairy Tail at the start of the seven year gap.

Pairing for this story is Ultear! Always loved her. The dangerous women are the real sexy ones in my eyes. As a famous gentleman once said, "You haven't truly lived until a woman you once laid with is after your life." – as long as the laying was consensual of course.

Anyway, enjoy the idea.

P.S. As a bonus to everyone who stuck around, I'm releasing a tiny 400 word comedic piece for Jack Sparrow in the world of One Piece.

Updates for 'Friends in the Multiverse' or 'ID Create' will begin starting tomorrow. Join the discord to vote on which one gets love first.

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Disclaimer: I own nothing except some trinkets and my own original content.

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Chapter 1:

Fairy Tail, the guild of dreamers, outcasts, and the downright strange all wrapped up in one package that somehow makes things work through violence and bonds.

They take the saying 'If violence doesn't work, you're not using enough of it' and make it an artform.

All at the expense of their elderly masters poor heart and hair loss.

The only thing that could truly match their levels of violence were there bonds for each other.

Bonds that were evaluated and proved on a day of reckoning.

A day when the guild triumphed over a great foe only to get no time to rest as the apocalypse came down on their heads.

The day when Acnologia, the dragon king, appeared and washed the island the guild currently occupied on in an explosion of magical fire.

The beam of pure destructive force came down and it almost seemed as if the world was washed in light to the eyes of all those who viewed it from a distance.

The island itself was encased in ancient magical barrier that was fueled by the bonds of those guild members before it was pushed down to the very bottom of the oceans by the force.

But to the eyes of everyone else, the island simply vanished.

Tenrou Island was gone, along with all the main guild members of Fairy Tail.

Three separate groups watched the historic event take place from a distance.

The magic council of Fiores ships occupied by the mage corps, the investigative and enforcer unit for the council.

The smoking remains of the dark guild Grimoire Heart's main ship currently occupied by only a single living mage, the living legend Zeref himself.

And a small rowboat occupied by two former members of Grimoire Heart who had changes of heart on their life paths and allegiances.

Ultear Milkovitch and Meredy.

The two had just finished a heart to heart and watched in despair as the island vanished in a pillar of light, the ocean churning in violent waves as it sought to fill the gap.

The effects of the attack weakening the very space for miles around.

The two were struck frozen by the sight, completely missing the shattering of space and time occurring a hundred feet above them.

No, it was the sound that caught their attention.

"FFFFFFUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKK!"

The two squeaked being completely caught off guard, and of the two, Ultear only has a second to look up before a form colliding solidly with her body and threw the two of them into the water with Meredy calling out in shock behind her.

Now usually something like this wasn't enough to phase her. She was an S class criminal mage for a reason.

However, she had just participated in the siege of Tenrou island, fought a few battles, got her lifelong prize, had her reality shattered, lost a fight and almost died, barely escaped with her adopted little sister who she had a heart to heart with that was long overdue for years, and then watched the very island she had been on not an hour before, with all the mages she had come to respect, get vaporized by a fucking dragon of doom and despair.

So Ultear was a BIT tired of all this bullshit at the moment and wanted to rest.

She felt justified her abrupt actions of smashing a knee into the groin of her assailant as they tumbled underwater.

The shout of pain that could be heard even underwater was music to her ears.

*Line Break*

~An hour earlier, somewhere far, far away.~

Rituals are a fascinating thing.

And no, I don't mean the kind of rituals involving satanic stars and summoning devils.

Well…. Those do actually exist but that's beside the point.

I am referring to rituals as in magical rituals using magical ingredients, runes, and external factors to create specific effects.

Some permanent, some temporary, but most important of all having different effects from other forms of magic.

Magic as in the type from the world of Harry Potter because that's relevant to my story.

Rituals did things that could be matched by a simple spell or couldn't be matched with thousands of years of magical studies.

They were often fickle things with the most minor of changes having drastic changes.

Whether that be causing the death of the wizard casting the ritual, a slight change, a better effect than intended, or summoning an abomination horror.

It was really like rolling a dice.

Sure there were 'experts' who loved to go on and on about their superiority but they are all full of shit.

They were only experts of already known or rediscovered rituals.

No one wanted to EXPLORE.

Be creative, be imaginative, go outside the box.

Why re0invent the wheel right?

Well I flipped those fuckers off and went on my own path.

Someone somewhere at some point in time had to have experimented to create the rituals these fogies are 'experts' at.

Which means we likely only scratched the surface of what was known of rituals.

Which meant you had to experiment to find out more!

Hopefully without endangering the fabric of reality of course.

Which brings me back to analogy of rolling a dice.

You really had to follow your gut and mine never led me astray.

Ok, well there was that one witch that night but that's beside the point, I was listening to my other gut that night.

So with my interest in exploring new things and my steady growth in ritual knowledge, I separated myself from wizard society in seclusion in the mountains and got to work.

Experimenting was fun.

Exploring the unknown was fun.

Facing a rip in reality from feet away inside a sealed room was fun…

Wait.

No, that last one was why I'm writing this.

In hindsight, there might have been a decent reason why people stopped exploring the possibilities of rituals at some point.

Staring with a deadpan face into the open maw of the tear in space and time and feeling the pull of gravity, I was beginning to reevaluate my life choices.

The ritual was taking effect in a way I couldn't comprehend and was pulling on me with a force of gravity I couldn't fight against.

My limbs and magic was paralyzed but I could still move my eyes and mouth.

I literally only had seconds to act and shouted for my trusty house elf.

"Poppy!"

Not the most inventive name but hey, he chose it, not me.

*Pop*

"Yes mas..! MASTER WHAT DID YOU DO THIS TIME!?"

"No time for explanations! Defcon 3 man! Defcon 3!"

"Yes master!"

Defcon 3 meant get the emergency portkey. I was not willing to attempt apparation next to and partly inside a wormhole.

He popped away and literally seconds later reappeared with a bottomless bag just as I was sweating buckets as half my body was pulled into the tear.

"Yes! Give it here Poppy!"

"Master catch!"

The bag landed in my frozen hand and I shouted with joy.

"Hogsmeade!"

The bag heated up in my hands and…. No wait, that was my body heat.

I was still being pulled into the tear.

I looked incredulously at the bag only to see the big number 4 stitched on the side.

My eye twitched violently even as I was pulled in up to my neck.

"POPPY! WRONG BAG!"

I had just enough time to see his face take on a look of shock as he shouted for me to hold on but it was too late.

I was pulled in the tear and the entrance was closing quickly so I sighed and left a final note for him.

"*Sigh* just hold down the fort Poppy, no self-punishment allowed, Defcon 2 till I call for you."

I heard a muffled "Yes master" in the background as the tear shut and something took hold of me.

I couldn't remember much of what happened during transport but all I knew was that I felt like I took a magical LSD trip if that LSD was sprinkled with cocaine and heroin in its growth process.

Not unlike Steven Strange's astral trip from the movie Doctor Strange.

Except instead of returning to my body, I was spat out above an ocean and crashed into a very irate woman who decided her first course of action was to assault my boys.

Thank Odin's immaculate beard for body and recovery strengthening rituals.

So yeah, that's how I entered the world of Fairy Tail.

Chapter end.

HP x FT Chapter 2: My First Time.

My names Alex, and I am/was a reincarnated human.

Yes, the kind you read of in fanfictions and stuff.

Shocking I know, it's crazy to think that it can really happen.

But it did, and I won't complain or curse about it.

Just a regular college student one day, a bad car accident, and boom, next thing I know I'm being born again with all my memories intact.

No god, system, void, or any of that.

It was a very weird and uncomfortable experience that I prefer never speaking of to anyone again.

Unfortunately, or fortunately, I was an orphan in my new life.

Was kind of sad about that at first but I considered it best with my mindset. It would be kind of cruel to rob a couple of the parent experience.

So I grew up in an orphanage in London England of all places in the eighty's and thought 'Oh, great, another boring life to come.'

Quite the gray outlook and all but hey, planet earth was a pretty boring place unless you were rich and powerful.

That mindset died when I turned eleven and got my first letter by owl post along with a visit soon after by a half goblin charms teacher.

I don't really need to explain more here.

My outlook on the world did a full 180 and the excitement of something new and magical broke my gray world.

I didn't even bother to hide my excitement and Professor Flitwick took it in a positive and joyful manner that any teacher who loved their job would seeing someone so excited about their subject.

Did the whole Diagon alley shebang and I was off to Hogwarts!

I was a wizard!

A broke and orphan muggleborn but still a wizard!

I didn't even have the funds to try my hand at the goblins inheritance test to see if I was lucky and the spawn of some ancient family.

That test was done a year later and proved a waste of money.

Thankfully, a lot of wizards tried it so the goblins just shood me off.

Anyway, I was three years ahead of canon, got sorted into Ravenclaw despite the hat saying Slytherin was a better match if it weren't for the politics and purebloods, and went about my life.

I had read dozens if not hundreds of Harry Potter fanfictions in my first life, so I had a lot of expectations but most of them really fell flat.

The world was as realistic as my first one. The only difference was that magic was a thing here and made everything better.

Magic fascinated me and I wanted to learn everything.

But I wasn't stupid.

Canon would start in three years and I had no idea what kind of Dumbledore was running the show.

In most fanfictions, the MC would always get involved in canon in one way or another.

To be the hero, the villain, or something in between.

I thought about all my choices for the whole first year until I came to the conclusion that I just didn't give a fuck.

Not about the world, the school, or anyone really.

I was not interested in hurting others particularly, I would and did as needed, but I had no desire to prove myself and be involved.

My motto was simple.

'Take everything I can get and don't get spotted.'

I had no delusions on my abilities.

I had no cheat powers or magic bullshittery.

I wasn't a genius or had an inborn talent.

I was your literal average muggleborn student.

My one and only cheat was metaknowledge and I planned to use it to take everything I could for myself.

I was pretty much a loner, had a few friendly acquaintances, but really did my own thing.

Year 1 I studied hard, got into the grove of things, and got comfortable with my new settings.

I also raided the room of requirements for stuff I could use.

Namely money and books.

I tried for a time turner but the couple I found were broken and I had no interest in fucking around with that.

I took them for research but never used them.

It turned out that as a Ravenclaw, the room could still be accessed from the Ravenclaw tower.

There was a secret entrance in the tower that connected to the room, only really found through the room, and it allowed for a connection of sorts.

Basically, I could take books from the room and read it in my dorm room. Anywhere outside of Ravenclaw tower and the books would vanish though.

Still, I was very happy with this.

I didn't have to make excuses of disappearing all the time or being a ghost in others eyes.

Everyone who knew me just thought I was a lazy shit who laid in bed all day.

Which I did do, except I was reading while laying down.

I never let others know what I was so interested in and just said I liked story books on fantasy.

So by the end of the first year, I had already finished up to the third year content of spells while only having grades in the middle of the pack for the first year students.

Above average but nowhere near noticeable.

Using the funds I acquired from the room that summer, I did some shopping for better stuff. A better trunk, wand holder, potion making tools, silk robes, the whole shebang.

It was also when I got kicked out of Gringotts for wasting their time.

On the other hand, I managed to get books on occlumency from some less known but still legal stores.

Turns out the room of requirement can only show books inside the school. Not any book that have ever been there.

It was a bummer but it was life.

Dumbledore obviously removed a lot of shit after Tom lost his shit.

Anyway, my second year came around and went on much like the first, except I was going through books faster with occlumency on my side.

There was still a shit ton of content to work through so my pace was pretty even.

By the end of my second year I was well into the end of the fifth year content and just starting sixth. I also picked up dueling with mannequins in the room and set myself a workout routine this year.

I even joined a summer martial arts program to work my body since I couldn't work magic outside of school.

By the end of my third year I was on seventh year content. Puberty set in and I was growing bigger in a good way.

On my fourth year, canon began in all its glory! Or not.

It was still just the same shit 98% of the time.

I didn't go anywhere near the golden trio to stay the hell off everyone's radar. I took the year to go past seventh year content, work on Animagus transformations, and see what branches I had a desire to pursue.

Among the branches of magic, I was mediocre at Potions, Herbology, Arithmancy, and astronomy. Held no talent for Divination. I was average in charms and dark arts (not that I broadcasted that). And I was skilled with transfiguration and Runes.

Branching off from there, Alchemy was out. It just didn't click with me.

Enchanting was off the table, wasn't my thing.

Curse breaking was something I pursued knowledge in for practical sake rather than interest in the path.

Healing I took an active interest in since I like staying healthy and whole without having to rely on making it to the hospital in time.

Warding I was interested in despite my lack of talent. It was a mixed bag really.

And then there was rituals.

To me, Rituals was fun and fascinating.

You could do so many things with it.

You needed a heavy amount of theoretical knowledge and there were clear guideline to follow so you don't, you know, go insane or disfigure yourself like a certain snake faced dark lord.

As long as you build from the ground up, taking it one step at a time, and pacing yourself, you can do a lot with rituals.

It's similar to a skill tree.

You do stuff to level up and unlock the next tier, and then new options appear before you can level up the tier again.

If you jumped to a tier 3 ritual from the get go you would have to pay a very large price in soul, mind, or body.

I could wait and be patient. I had no interest in harming myself.

The real kicker and reason why most rituals are not used, aside from the cost, the needed knowledge, and the bad reputation related to dark arts and sacrificing virgins, was that people didn't think fondly on modifying themselves for whatever reason.

Who the hell wouldn't want to upgrade their pathetic human bodies?

I mean come on, we literally had the key to higher lifeform living and we just turned away because some weak human base levels were better?

Screw that.

Anyway, they were not my problem.

I started small, just slight body strengthening of bones and skin. Slight increases in my senses. Slight boosts in my cognitive thinking.

It was very gentle for the first year.

The only real risk I took that year was actually sneaking into the big ole trap for a dark lord that three first years could defeat.

I wanted to see if I could grab the stone and considering Dumbledore set the trap in December while nothing happened until June, I just walked in during March and checked it out without a rush.

I did not get the stone.

The mirror was set for anyone who wanted to use the stone not being able to get it and I wanted it to make me some gold.

Twas not meant to be I am afraid.

But that's life. I shrugged and moved on.

The story played out like normal and summer came once more. I had a few interesting trips into the magical side of the world but nothing special.

My fifth year came up and I was quite excited this year. I had special plans for this year in particular. It was the year all my efforts bloomed before I got the fuck out of dodge.

My knowledge was topped off.

I didn't have time to waste on topics I didn't have interest in. I focused on my primary areas.

Transfiguration was taken to a higher extreme as I focused on detail and bigger stuff.

Curse breaking was adequate. Thankfully, the room could supply me with things to curse break. There was enough cursed items in the room of lost things.

Healing was done very well. The room supplied plenty of healing dummies to practice on that the school had in storage from the days they actually supplied healing class's.

*Cough* before Dumbledore *cough*

It also wasn't hard to bribe the house elves into supplying me with large and living fish for me to practice on.

A couple self-inflicted injuries with the correct potions on standby and I was confident in my skills to heal basic things.

I had the knowledge in my head up to advanced techniques but I could practice at a later time.

My Animagus transformation happened this year.

I tried and failed three times before because WHO THE FUCK CAN LIVE WITH A MANDRAKE LEAF IN THEIR MOUTH FOR A MONTH?!

Seriously, whoever invented this potion has major mental issues.

I failed and rage quit three times before finally succeeding on the fourth try.

Big reveal….*drum roll*… I was a cat!

Not just a cat, but a big cat!

I was a jaguar.

It honestly didn't surprise me all that much with my mentality and personality.

I gotta admit, it was really cool and extremely addicting to just lounge around in cat form.

And the cool thing was, however I boosted my base human state with rituals also boosted my Animagus form.

The stronger I got as a human, the bigger and more lethal I got as a jaguar.

And speaking of rituals, things got more interesting.

More increased body strengthening, more increased senses, and some special ones got mixed in.

My body grew stronger, more durable physically and magically as my skin, bones, and muscles were enhanced.

My eyesight, hearing, and smell sharpened. My sense of touch and taste was enhanced. Even my sixth sense that was truly woken by my cat form was enhanced to give me some spatial awareness.

I gained a minor healing factor, a minor poison resistance, a minor elemental resistance, and a bunch of trivial things including strengthening and purifying my magic.

Did I mention I loved rituals?

I did have to jump through hoops for each ritual in question though.

Some required a week of rest, others weeks, others months.

Most needed certain magical ingredients. Others needed specific dates and star alignments. And others just had strange as hell requirements.

The principle was always the same as something must be paid to exchange for the effect of the ritual.

The 'cost' in question was often clearly described in the 'recipe' so to speak.

Each ritual I performed was documented in one book or another that was somewhere deep in the Hogwarts library, forgotten in time.

The library was just that big that you could get lost in there.

And that's even with my access to the restricted section.

The problem was that Rituals above a certain level were simply to rare.

If you were to use a tier system, then in the previous year, I did the Tier 1 rituals.

This year I did Tier 2 rituals but the branch paths were numerous and some couldn't mix so if you picked one direction, others were closed off to you.

Tier 3 rituals were hardly found in the library.

I assumed there were plenty more in the past but of a darker nature.

I didn't have any intention of touching the sacrificial types of rituals.

From my studies, sacrificing a living being leaves an 'intent' behind and it has negative consequences on the soul.

Obviously, many would ignore that for the power boost, but I prefer slow and steady verse quick and fragile.

It wasn't the sacrificing an innocent person that bothered me. It was the tradeoff.

I wasn't light or dark but grey and I was perfectly ok with that. I won't be ashamed of myself, fuck others and their high standing opinions that want you to conform to their ideals and beliefs. That's basic fucking mind slavery.

Anyway, I spent the year doing all these rituals and greedily sucking in all the knowledge I could.

As long as it was in my head, I could review it later with occlumency if needed.

Of course, it was the year of the chamber of secrets and canon went on as normal.

I ignored it for the most part until the end of the year.

I made my first and only move to get close to canon this time for my uber secret plans of world domination.

Basically, I disillusioned myself and stalked Harry, Ron, and Lockheart as they entered the chamber, snuck in quickly before the cave in happened, and then I just sat back and watched shit happen.

The big ass snake showed up which I didn't look at directly, tom riddle's horcrux and Harry had their fateful shaolin showdown, the snake and horcrux was killed, and then Fawkes the phoenix showed up to flash Harry out of there.

Which left me alone with the giant and dead corpse and a chamber full of secrets with all its doors open.

Following my fanfiction trope knowledge, I entered the gaping mouth the snake crawled out of and low and behold, I found a study full of books.

It was way in the back hidden behind the snakes nest.

There wasn't any portrait of Slytherin but at least I got the books.

I shoved them all into my bag, walked out, spent a few hours dismantling the Basilisk using the specific knowledge on how to do it that I read in advance, and then left.

The main entrance was closed but there were sewer pipes everywhere.

I just wandered around for a while till I found one that exited into the forbidden forest and went back inside.

No one saw me. All the teachers were focused on Harry.

It was super smooth and I got everything I wanted.

As the end of the year came around, I settled into the middle of the pack of the class's like usual, took my owls without standing out, and left the castle for the last time.

I even used some basilisk venom on Ravenclaws diadem just to be nice. The canon cast only managed to find and destroy it at the last minute through dumb luck. I helped them along here and left a note saying it was destroyed that couldn't be traced back to me.

I literally confounded someone else to write the note from their own supplies and then obliviated them.

Just my one good deed and all.

Anyway, I was done with Hogwarts and fuck all Britain at that point.

It was time to get the hell out of dodge before things started heating up.

The laws were clear that one only needed to finish a mandatory five years education and the final two years only mattered if you actually wanted to find a job after school.

I did not need such a thing.

I had a 1000 year old basilisk carcass and over a hundred ancient and valuable books I would not need soon.

So I resigned from school without any fuss, no one paid my background character any attention as Sirius Black had just broken out of jail, and I could disappear nicely.

I went to France first to auction off my basilisk corpse outside. I really only needed the main parts like eyes, even if they were injured, fangs, and stuff like that.

It was a big ass snake and I sold off 80% of it for tens of thousands of galleons.

The rich love to outbid each other in auctions and it was a rare item.

The goblins secured my privacy and I gave them 10% of the cut for their services. It was a happy exchange.

From there, I moved around Europe buying and selling things in shadier area's before making my way to Italy and buying an oceanside villa.

I warded the shit out of it, got myself a house elf, and sat back to enjoy life.

A life of research, exploration, got into some fights here and there, and straight up living.

With all my rituals and natural wizard constitution I was an attractive male in Italy and I was very fond of Italian women.

Real fire in them.

It was a fun life overall and no one bothered me as I kept to myself outside of some fun.

I found myself some martial artists specializing in styles that required a lot of mobile movement so I could mix them well with my spell work.

Things like Kung Fu, Free running, Chi Running, Boxing, and so on.

It might seem like a lot but that's where magic comes in.

Using gold turned into muggle money, I hired private tutors to come to my compound every day for a close to a year.

Using some confounding charms they didn't ask many questions. I didn't need to reapply them either since I convinced them I was the bastard son of a rich guy with a lot of money and free time.

And with all my rituals that improved reaction time, reflexes, and the rest of my body, I was able to learn at accelerated rates.

Of course, this came at the cost of great pain and hours upon hours of training, but I consider it a worthy trade off.

With hellish training schedules, I could compress five to ten years of martial training for a normal human into one for me.

After that I got myself some magical tutors from hit wizards to teach me more about real combat and while I couldn't confound them, I could easily have them sign magical contracts.

Enough gold and most of them were happy to sign any contract that only asked for complete silence and to not ask unneeded questions.

With another two years of training under professional hit wizards, I became quite the deadly magical combatant.

I even took some bounties to see if I could do it and faced criminal wizard and witches, vampires, werewolves, and others.

It was exhilarating. Your life on the edge of a razor and the hunt pumping you full of adrenaline.

It wasn't easy but it was worth it.

Every drop of blood and sweat was worth it.

And during those years, my rituals never stopped.

Well, they slowed down quite a bit.

Those Tier 2 rituals weren't endless. I did the ones I could, others were closed off by my choices, and others still had requirements I simply couldn't fulfill.

So I moved on to Tier 3.

The path of using rituals is similar to building a tower or like my past Skill Tree example.

Even if I move up the ladder, I could still use more Tier 2 rituals but it becomes very hard to find ones that would work.

I was a tower and Tier 1 was the bottom most layer. My foundation.

Tier 2 was building the legs.

Tier 3 was already getting to the main body.

I could add more in to the legs as I go, but only if it fit in well with the whole.

Tier 3 was a whole other ballgame though.

The need for specific times, places, runes, and ingredients were extremely anal in their directions.

And even then, Tier 3 rituals didn't grow on trees.

I was only able to get three from the entire Hogwarts library, restricted section included.

And two of the three were just impossible for me to perform.

They could only be done on a decade basis when the stars were in a certain alignment.

The last one was feasible but the cost was astronomical.

It would cost tens of thousands of gold to gather the right ingredients. And that's IF I could find them for sale.

I just gave up on that one for the time being.

Luckily, I had Slytherins hidden cache of books or else I would be very lost.

Slytherin didn't seem like an evil guy from reading his notes. Just someone who cared for his friends and family and would watch the world burn to protect them.

I could respect that.

The hundred or so books I gathered were on a variety of subjects.

Some went deeper into enchanting, others warding, others dark arts, and thankfully I found a nice portion of rituals in there as well.

Eight Tier 3 and two Tier 4 rituals to be exact.

Slytherin seemed to also have improved himself through rituals in his time.

Merlin was said to have studied under him in this world, and I believe it.

Slytherin was a genius.

Most of these books were written by him.

Hell, one of the Tier 3 rituals was a bloodline type for gaining Parseltounge. I didn't think he wrote that one since others in the world had the ability. Well, that or he sold his knowledge to foreign wizards in exchange for other things.

Still, that doesn't mean all of the books were useful to me.

Books were not something I wanted to horde anyway. I didn't care what others did with them.

I kept the ones I found that could really get me the wrong kind of attention and had all the others memorized in my mind.

My occlumency was solid in both shielding my mind, soul, and memory recollection.

So I took the books, went around the world to underground markets, and put out feelers for anyone willing to exchange ingredients or ritual recipes with what I had to offer.

It took some time but I managed to collect a few more Tier 2 and 3 rituals and even another tier 4 while gaining the necessary ingredients for others.

When you get to the valuable and rare stuff in the wizarding world, it's not all about gold as gold isn't hard to come by.

It's about equal exchange between two parties looking for certain things.

I exhausted all of the books I was willing to exchange but got everything I wanted in return.

There were a few scuffles here and there I had to deal with but thankfully I was trained.

In the safety of my home behind a Fidelius charm that took me quite some time to set up since that spell is pure bullshit, I was able to work on my rituals.

Tier 3 was really something else.

The first one enhanced my connection between my Animagus form, letting us mix together fluidly.

It let my human form become incredibly graceful, flexible, and I could summon forth parts of my animal form such as claws, fangs, tails, ears, and so on.

I could even do a sort of Zoan devil fruit middle ground transformation between human and jaguar.

My cat form gained the ability to use my magic, albeit only internal effects like growing or shrinking myself, with the limits being a small house cat or my full adult size that keeps growing the stronger I become.

Disillusionment and apparation were possible as well.

I was a teleporting and invisible large cat and nothing could stop me! Mwuhahaha!

That's an exaggeration.

The second ritual removed my need for a wand.

I was always annoyed with having to use one since I was eleven.

The ritual drafted the essence of the wood and core into my bloodstream through remodeling my heart.

I had two wands. The first one I got from Olivanders when I was eleven, and a custom made one made by someone else in Germany when I was seventeen.

My first one was nice but it wasn't a perfect fit.

My Ebony and Horned Serpent Horn wand fit me like a glove.

Ollivander always said 'the wand chooses the wizard' but it's more like he just found the best match among his premade ones and spoke in spooky voices to trick impressionable eleven year old's into thinking they could never find a better one.

Great for his business I'm sure. Especially in ass backwards Britain still stuck in the 1700's.

The rest of the world was moving on and at least up to the 1900's standards.

Anyway, my wand was destroyed in the ritual and I gained its properties to cast magic.

Now here is the real kicker and reason it's probably not very well known.

First off, I got this ritual from an old tome. Second off, it's not as expensive as it's hard to pull off since it requires a stable foundation in rituals and the knowledge of how to make it work.

Third off, it doesn't make you merlin on steroids or anything, it actually weakens you.

It makes your magical control get thrown completely out of whack.

Imagine if this was Naruto, and I said I had chakra. My chakra control had just gone from A+ to a D.

It was depressing but I didn't care.

It took me two years to get my control back up and I couldn't perform other rituals in that time but it was worth the effort as at the end I could cast magic without a focus.

I didn't want to broadcast that to others though so I disguised my abilities by using fake mediums.

The Japanese use bracelets rather than wands, and other countries use several types of focus's so I had a nice range to choose from.

I got myself a pair of dual knives from a blacksmith in China.

I had to supply the core and material myself which wasn't cheap but I got small pieces of Horned Serpent Horn and thankfully had 1,000 year old basilisk fangs on me. The end result were two sharp and deadly Basilisk fang blades with brass knuckles on the handle and the magical core in the pommel.

They functioned as minor boosts to my magic. The blades did NOT retain the properties of basilisk venom.

Between my wandless magic and my knives, I was already a match for an elder wand user.

I did consider going to grab it from Dumbledore's grave but fuck that. I wanted nothing to do with any master of death shenanigans.

I stayed the fuck out of that country for the whole war. I didn't mess with canon at all and it came to its natural conclusion.

Bunch of people died, Voldemort died for the final time, Harry won the war, and overall nothing really changed in the magical British political situation so Britain wasn't going to change anytime in the near future.

Yadda, yadda, whatever.

Not my problem.

The third Tier 3 ritual I accomplished was mainly in thanks to the Basilisk.

Using it's blood and tongue, I was able to use my first bloodline ritual.

The ritual that made Slytherin so well known.

The ritual to become a Parselmouth.

It was quite possibly the most painful ritual I accomplished to date, as magic changed something fundamentally in my bloodline and both my vocal cords and tongue were enhanced in a strange way.

They more or less still looked the same, but from that day on, I became a speaker of snakes.

And yes, I did buy a bunch of snakes to have conversations with.

Not really much of conversationalists unless your exchanging tips on sleeping or places to find tasty food but it was fun nonetheless.

The main benefit outside of snake speech and gaining allegiance from snakes was that it improved the power of spoken spells.

The older the language spoken, the more powerful the spell cast, and the language of snakes is OLD.

Older than mankind.

It also has a minor benefit of increasing oral pleasure giving skills.

When you tongue can vibrate at various frequencies, women are very appreciative.

And of course, you can always just freak people out for fun.

Moving on!

The fourth ritual made use of the Basilisk venom. It was a ritual I had wanted to do for a long time but I was missing a key ingredient.

Pheonix tears.

And they had to be fresh as well, within two weeks.

Obviously, I was not going to go anywhere near Dumbledore for a variety of reasons, so I looked elsewhere.

After years of searching, I found an old man in Japan. We struck a deal for tears for a full vial of Basilisk venom and I was happy to share it.

It seemed he had his own uses for it but neither of us cared to ask questions.

So with the tears I performed the ritual and from that day on, I was immune to any poison or invasive substance in my body. Magical or mundane. Anything that entered my body would be attacked by my cells which hold the properties of the venom.

It only worked for things that entered my body though. I couldn't destroy poison externally or anything.

The fifth ritual used most of what remained of my Basilisk materials.

The scales, hide, eyes (damaged), bones, and so on.

I sold over 80% of the snake and still had a decent amount left over.

Even tried eating the meat before. It tasted like chicken in all honesty.

The only thing I didn't use this time was the last of the venom.

The purpose of the ritual was simple.

To graft the properties of what I exchanged onto myself.

This was by far the hardest ritual of Tier 3 I ever performed and one that took two weeks of steps to perform.

I funneled most of my money and precious ingredients into it as well, and even then, there were many dangers.

Ones that would turn away most people.

Disfigurement, insanity, destruction of the mind, and death, among others.

But I was not a ritual expert for nothing.

I wasn't afraid to change the formula here and there based on my thoughts and theories.

And the end result didn't disappoint me.

If I thought the Parselmouth ritual was painful, this one made me near catatonic.

I was forced into a literal hibernation for three months trapped in an egg of magic before I metaphorically hatched.

My figure remained the same but my body was no longer simply human.

Skin that blades couldn't cut, bones hardened like metal, eyes that could see in day or night, I was a magical beast in human skin.

But I wasn't a vampire. My blood was hot, my heart beat strongly, and my mind was clear of any animalistic influence.

I was fully me, just better.

I even theorized my lifespan had been altered due to the sheer vitality I possessed but I

(Didn't get farther than this)

*Line Break*

Three forms were huddled up in the small rowboat, two hugging each other in relief and the last curled up like a shrimp.

"Bloody hell woman! Why the boys!"

Ultear turned her head away from reassuring Meredy she was alright and huffed at the curled form of Alex.

"Hmph, you got me wet."

"I tend to have that effect on women."

Ultear rose a brow in amusement but Meredy wasn't amused and rose a hand as a magic sword formed.

"….Die.."

Alex's removed a hand from his boys to wave quickly. "Wait! Wait! Wait! It was a joke!"

The sword shot forward and Alex snapped his fingers as a magic shield defended himself and the sword flew off and dissolved into magic.

Meredy clicked her tongue and Ultear sagged in amusement before turning to Alex. "

(Only got his far)

AN: Sorry everybody, this is where this idea stops for now. Let me know what you think so far. Want more or nah?