Child of Chaos - OLD VERSION - REWRITE is up

by Curiosity44

My OLD version of this story. Check out the REWRITE The Chaotic Traveler.

4. First World Part 2

Chapter 2 – Harry Potter part 2

Time flies when you having fun.

Or drowning in endless repetition….

My time in Hogwarts was pretty simple.

Wake up, bathroom, go for a run and work out while wearing the gravity bands, get Gol or Sil to snap their fingers and clean me up so I don't smell of sweat all day, breakfast while keeping to myself but not being rude to others, classes, lunch, classes, dinner, homework, meditate, use time turner, pass out with 5 extra hours oh memories.

Classes were incredibly boring, as almost everything I heard went right over my head.

Using occlumency, I could force myself to pay attention and record what I was hearing and seeing, but in practice, I simply could not generate a result.

It's like the concepts of the subjects were blurred to me.

My curse was hampering my growth in any branch of magic aside from charms, and they don't teach warding here.

Still, I made sure to look like I was paying attention and not slacking off, since I didn't want to attract attention.

I mostly spent all that time sorting through books in my mind and digesting knowledge pieces at a time.

Being a Hufflepuff was fun, teachers didn't single any one of us out, and also didn't really pay us any attention after making sure we were putting in some effort.

It's like the entire school had a Confundus spell cast on it to ignore Hufflepuff, and I found it hilarious.

It allowed me to use my advanced knowledge of charms, that no first year muggle born should know, to pull pranks and cause chaos.

Charms, like any subject, is an uphill battle to learn, even with my increased talent.

In the first month before school, I learned the theory behind basic charms, along with learning to cast the eleven first year spells, and the twelve second year spells with some of them just being upgraded versions of the first year spell.

Using a few second year charms in various ways, was a lot of fun.

Subtly casting disarming charms on someone's shoes, would untie them and make them trip.

Minor tickling charms when someone was speaking would make them squeak.

Castin an ice jinx in the color of someone robe to drop a piece of ice down their back.

Unfortunately, robes are usually made from magic materials, so they are not easily affected by weak charms.

Anyway, it was fun to see how much I could get away with, and I mainly targeted people in a way that wouldn't really cause any harm to the target.

Of course, I aimed mostly for the really stuck up ones like Ernie, they needed a good spanking.

I made Crab and Goyle some fun targets when we were paired with Slytherin's, and the best part was no one even thought to look at the puffs, thinking it was a fellow Slytherin trying to haze them.

It was glorious.

I even started leaving bread crumbs on my pranks to lead to other houses, causing small fights for fun.

After a few weeks, a rumor was spreading about a mysterious string of pranks, and it seemed the Weasley twins felt challenged and started ranking up their own game.

They didn't know who they were warring against, but they felt the challenge, and I responded in kind.

It was glorious chaos.

When the teachers got suspicious, I got my house elves to start distracting them at various times.

Dumbledore had his Wit-Sharpening lemon drops confiscated… for… research purposes, honest! And I replaced them with candies mixed with Drought of Peace.

It was a potion that didn't harm the user but as its name suggests, it provides a sense of peace, calmness, and serenity.

So Dumbledore was walking around with perpetual relaxed smile on his face like he just walked out of a spa, and nothing anyone said really bothered him.

He would just reply with: 'I see.' 'Wonderful.' 'Keep it up.' And other positive phrases.

I'm sure he would eventually notice, but it's not like it's a big deal and no harm was done. He would just enjoy walking around like someone on drugs for a while.

McGonagall kept getting random presents of Firewhiskey delivered to her office, and rather than investigate or accuse anyone, she kept silent and disappeared in the evenings.

She was super chill after that started happening and while still strict, she didn't exactly try and nitpick with people.

Flitwick was a teacher I consistently asked if I could remain behind to assist after class so I could ask questions about charms that were alluding me.

The guy loved his subject and was ecstatic to see me want to improve. He was happy to help, but I never gave away just how advanced I was with spells. I only asked him about theory, and as long as it stayed that way, it didn't matter how advanced the subject got because we often went on tangents.

My own head of house, professor Sprout was a kind older women who had a serious addiction to gardening.

She was *Cough* donated a certain strand of a plant she never saw before by an anonymous student and had been spending the majority of her free time marveling and experimenting with the plant known as 'Marijuana'.

Professor snape is being kept on a wild goose chase, as I tasked Bron with making sure that whenever Snape looked like he wanted to pay attention to me in class, Bron would cause a distraction.

In the dungeons, Bron constantly makes echoing sounds that cause Snape to keep chasing the source like a paranoid bat.

I didn't have to deal with elective teachers, and the only other classes I had were defense against the dark arts with Mr. Stutter, valid excuse not to pay attention but not the guy to directly prank unless I want a Legilimency attack from a weakened but still very scary Voldyshorts.

Astronomy once a week with professor Sinistra, a really hot MILF who I enjoyed checking out whenever I had the chance. She gave no homework and had two tests for first years.

If I had *Cough* problems with my *Cough* telescope, she was happy to lean over me and help me adjust my angle, and she had a stacked chest.

Eleven I may be, I was a grown man mentally, and those breasts needed to be worshiped. Thankfully, no one suspects an eleven year old of being sexually interested in an adult.

*Cough* moving on, the last class history, a class perfect for ignoring everything and spending it reading books in my mind.

All in all, it was a fun time, and I was making great progress with memorizing books with the time turner, improving my physique each morning, and improving my charms spell work and knowledge during the day.

For other subjects, mainly thanks to reasons stated above, I was half assing things and still passing.

If Crab, Goyle, and Ron Weasley could pass their classes, I could half ass shit and pass.

My self-inking quill was very useful for homework, and the homework was meant for children, even if the subjects were different, it wasn't hard to half ass well.

My time was honestly booked for every minute I wasn't busy, I was reading through books in my mind.

Before I knew it, Halloween came around.

I knew what was going to happen, so I decided to troll everyone.

I didn't mess with the plot since I knew it was a bonding moment for the golden trio, but that didn't mean I couldn't mess with everyone else.

I purchased half a dozen inflatable trolls, and while everyone was eating, I set them up along the path to each dorm and two extra with one in Quirrell's office and the other in Snapes office.

When the doors burst open and Quirrell did his pathetic 'TROLLS IN THE DUNGEON' scene.

Everyone was escorted to their dorms (despite the fact that the Slytherin's lived in the dungeon), and the screams of terror resounded throughout the castle.

Many kids cried, older ones hid in terror, and only a few actually cast spells on the scary looking trolls, only for the 'trolls' to pop like a balloon and deflate, making everyone feel like an idiot.

For the puffs, we had Tonks as prefect, who basically laughed and shouted in anger at the same time at being pranked.

I heard the Slytherins tried to use lower blooded members as bait before attacking.

The Gryffindor's foolishly charged while screaming, some wizards they turned out to be.

And the Ravenclaws ended up studying their target. The curious ravens actually risked their life to fucking study the potential foe, only to feel stupid when it popped.

The real troll was defeated like canon, and Dumbledore appeared on the scene to 'investigate'.

That's so full of shit I don't even know what to say.

As I accumulated loads of theoretical knowledge on charms and wards, I knew for a fact that at the very least, no unregistered magical beast or wizard could get through the wards of the castle, and even if they brute forced it someone with magic as strong as a fully healed Voldemort, there is absolutely no way the headmaster of the castle wouldn't detect it through the wards.

Even a complete amateur like me can tell you that the wards of this castle are very scary.

I don't know what Dumbles deal is in this world, evil, ignorant, manipulative, scheming, or something else, but at the very least, he really is 'testing' Harry.

I feel bad for the kid, but it's just to convenient to handle my own shit when everyone is focused on him.

Still, it's not like I can't give him an unseen hand and solve some of his future problems.

The week before the winter holiday, when teachers were swamped with grading tests before kids went home, and the kids were all excited in their dorms, I went with the next step of my master plan.

You see Hagrid is a lover of many magical beasts, and those beasts he keeps need to be fed.

So Hagrid has his own farm of non-magical animals he raises as food.

I just had Gol go and grab a half dozen roosters while breaking the fence in one place to make it look like some beast got in for a late night snack and stored them in a silenced cage.

I actually had to take one out and put it in a second cage because the damn thing breathed fire!

'Damn it Hagrid! Stop trying to interbreed different animals!'

With that dealt with, I popped into the abandoned second floor girls bathroom while wearing a hood and a mask to cover my face.

As soon as Moaning Myrtle came out of her stall, I casted the Skurge charm, a charm meant to clean ghost ectoplasm with the added effect of frightening away ghosts.

It's a spell taught in the second year curriculum mostly because of a ghost named Peeves who pranks students. The teachers decided to let students defend themselves with a harmless way of getting a ghost to leave you alone.

As soon as the spell flashed and hit her, she poofed into smoke and hid in her stall.

'No offense Myrtle, but the less people who know a secret, the safer it is.'

Going to the sink, I used Parseltounge to open the passage.

"S~Open~S."

The sink slid open, and the slide revealed itself.

Unfortunately, I wasn't able to cast a scouring charm to clean the slide as it was a fourth year charm, but I had house elves for a reason.

"Gol."

"Right away sir."

He snapped his fingers, and the grime was cleaned away showing a clean slide.

With a thankful smile sent his way, I dived in.

In the little over 3 months since I entered the school, my knowledge of charms has grown tremendously, filling in many of the theoretical blanks behind my foundation, and allowing me to learn all of the third year charms.

But that just shows the increase in difficulty. It took me 1 month to learn all of the first and second year charms, and 3 months to learn the third year charms.

I was making headway into fourth year now, but it was an uphill battle. Not to mention how busy I am with everything else.

I would never say it wasn't fulfilling though. I love the feeling of growing and every day feels new and exciting for me.

But my thoughts came to an end as I reached the end of the tunnel.

Seeing the exit come up before me, I quickly lashed out with Slowing charm, a charm that slows down the velocity of an object.

My target was of course, myself.

My momentum slowed as I poured more magic into the spell, and I came to a stop without crash landing.

Most charms are low cost spells, but the heavier and more force needed, the more magic you have to pump into the spell.

That's why higher ranked spells are so valuable because they have enhanced effects with lower costs than overpowering a low ranked spell.

And that's honestly where most wizards fall short.

Magical stamina, or in other words, the amount of mana they have in their core.

Mana can be increased through practice. I took a page out of fanfiction and started draining my mana every night, and slowly but surely, the amount I woke up with increased.

It was just like working any other muscle.

And the stronger the physical body the more efficiently the mana can be used.

Let's say a spell cost 10 units of mana. A fat lazy wizard would cast the spell and possibly use 40 units of mana.

Their mind is lazy, their body is lazy, so their magic will be lazy.

Magic focuses heavily on imagination and how you see the world.

The spell words and wand movements are all for the sake of memorizing a spell and what it does. You convince yourself these words and movement have this effect, and your magic responds.

Of course, the wand is still a magical focus, and helps the user bring out their mana faster and more efficiently.

For the moment, I use words with my spells as I simply don't have the time to practice without it, but I don't make any fancy wand movements, that's all shit.

No one really pays enough attention to me to really notice or care though, so it's all good.

Moving on!

I came to the chamber of secrets for a damn good reason!

And no, it's not to subdue the Basilisk as a pet for those who wish I did.

This basilisk is far too old, already had a master its most likely still loyal to and had spent far too long in silent seclusion. Not to mention that Tom already messed with its brain all those years ago.

A young basilisk I would love to have, but this one is near its death bed already, they do have an age limit you know.

And all basilisks have a critical weakness that is an unfair to them, as there deadliness to everyone else is unfair to us.

They can literal be killed, or at least heavily weakened, by the crow of a rooster.

That's why I was currently walking into the main chamber with Salazar's face, and tossing roosters around the room.

Then I turned into my tiger form and hid behind a pillar.

"S~Open in the name of Slytherin's heir~S."

"SSsssssss foooooodddd SSSSSsss."

A deep rumbling snakes voice came from the statues open mouth, and as soon as I heard the sound of it slithering out, I let loose a might tiger roar.

"ROAR!"

…

Ok.. it was more like: "RO *Squeak* AR!"

'*Sigh*, being a kid again is hard.'

Still, the purpose of my roar, squeaky or not, was achieved and all the roosters started crowing in fear of a predator.

"SSSS AH! COCK'S! IT BURNS! SSSS."

I mentally sweat dropped at that.

'Did you have to call them cocks?'

Despite my thoughts, I turned back into human form and waited patiently as it thrashed around the room, for an opportunity.

A few of the roosters were killed from the debris, but thankfully the snake was far too old and weakened to do more than thrash around.

In canon, the snake had feasted on a few things to regain strength, between spiders, rats, and whatever else Tom fed it.

Here, it just woke up, only to get its most dreaded attack launched at it.

'I can't believe this is actually working, how the hell does the world's most deadly snake have such a weakness?

Something to research later.'

I was honestly curious WHY this was working. I know they were created by hatching a chicken egg beneath a toad but how that makes a roosters cry their weakness was unknown to me.

But my thoughts were pushed aside as I realized only three of my six roosters were still alive.

Seeing as how I'm sure the snake was distracted, I pointed my want around the pillar and silently cast a Lumos Maxima and full power, created a bright flash of light that hopefully blinded the snake.

"SSS~ MY EYES ~SSSSS"

'Yup, it worked.'

While the snake was busy, I started running between pillars, and tried launching spells at the open mouth of the snake.

The basilisk wasn't a moron however, and it closed its mouth, so I turned to one of the roosters, the one who breathed fire, and shot an Engorgio charm at it, turning the normal sized rooster into a basilisk sized rooster.

"Caw!"

The rooster strode forward like an honorable knight, and scratched its moon cutting talons on the monsters hide… effectively shattering the talons of the rooster.

Its bigger, not stronger.

"Caw!"

"SSS~ IT BURNS ~SSSS."

Still, it was much louder in giant form, and the sound echoed in the room.

I hid behind some pillars as the snakes body began thrashing violently and smashing around the room.

The rooster was sent flying and shrunk back to normal size.

I waited for the sounds of struggle to grow weaker and eventually a loud *Thump* was heard and the snakes voice grew silent.

I counted to twenty without a single sound aside from the roosters, and I used the mirror to take a look.

I saw the Basilisk in all its glory, laying defeated on the floor, and two roosters still alive and pecking at it angrily.

I sweat dropped at the sight of one of the two breathing fire on the corpse to no effect.

Still, I wasn't going to fall for a playing dead routine.

I circled around the room as silent as possible, and when I saw its mouth open, I flung a chain of spells at its open mouth.

An Ice Jinx, a tickling charm, and a cheering charm shot as a chain and hit its inner mouth.

The snake flinched at the attack, but other than a twitch, nothing happened.

Not wanting to get blindsided, I repeated my actions a few more times, until even the chickens were looking at me weirdly, and only then did I step out from cover.

'Can't blame a guy for treasuring his life.'

When you deal with something that can kill you on first glance, don't take chances.

Walking up to the corpse, I whistled at its size.

"*Whistle* you're a big one aren't ya?"

"Sss."

My heart almost stopped as I heard the sound, but the snake didn't move.

I stepped closer and heard a whisper.

"Sss~ please…kill me…Sss~..want to…see…master.. again.."

I looked at the basilisk with some pity.

'I feel bad, but perhaps this is for the best. She was to old, and her master has long since left this world, leaving her alone.'

I pulled out the goblin silver short sword, I'll explain the curse's removal later.

Putting a hand on the side of the snakes head, I spoke to it.

"SSs~ Go to him, Salazar is waiting for you, rest in peace, oh great emperor of snakes Sss~."

A twitch was my only response, and I didn't hesitate more to stab the blade through the roof of the snakes open mouth, up into the brain.

The last sound it made was its final words.

"Sss~ Thank…You…master….I'm…coming… Sss~."

I stared up at the snake, and I offered it my respects and well wishes.

I may have been the one to end her, but she was likely suffering and already at the end of her lifespan.

After a few moments of paying my respects, I called out.

"Gol, Sil, Bron."

*Pop* *Pop* *Pop*

"Yes master?" (Gol)

"How may I serve master?" (Sil)

"Reporting for duty!" (Bron)

I pointed at the corpse.

"Think you guys can carve this one up?"

The three blinked and turned as one to the corpse.

Gol and Sil were making calculations, but Bron just smiled.

"I'll get my tools!" (Bron)

He popped off much to my confusion.

'When did I give him tools?'

He popped back in and much to my shock, he was holding a butchers knife larger then me and covered in dry blood.

"Bron?"

He looked at me from where he was lining up the massive blade to the snakes neck.

"Yes master?"

"Where did you get that…. 'knife'..?"

"This one?"

"Yes Bron, that one."

"Ah, we used it to cut up that bad troll who snuck into the castle master, I was shown how to cut up big baddies by the head Hogwarts elf."

I blinked at that.

'Ah, so that's what happened to the troll after the kids killed it. Wait….'

"Bron…"

"Yes master?"

"What did the elves do with the cut up troll?"

Bron smiled at me with excitement.

"We made it into yummy food!"

*UURRGGG!*

I puked my guts out to the side.

"AH master! What's wrong!"

Bron ran up to me but he was still holding the massive butchers knife.

"*urg* Bron *Uh* Put down the *Ugh* Damn knife! *Ugh*"

I had to run, trying not to puke, while my worried house elf chased me around a dark sewer themed room with a butchers knife larger than my body covered in dry blood.

I was going to have nightmares of this moment for a long time.

Thankfully, my trusty right hand came to my rescue.

"Ah, master! I believe Bron meant to say that the Troll was made into food, for the magical beasts! Not the wizards!" (Gol)

I felt revitalized after hearing that.

'I'm so glad I have Gol, he's a real bro.'

I turned a stink eye on Bron, but the poor elf started apologizing while bowing his head, effectively almost gutting me with the knife, and didn't know whether to be angry or not.

"*Sigh*, Bron, just go follow Gol's instructions and carve up the corpse."

"Aye sir!"

'Note to self, ban Bron from running with sharp objects.'

While the three of them got to work, I laid out a bunch of chests and vials for them to store the parts in and walked over to the statue of Salazar's head.

'This is pretty 50/50 from fanfiction and unconfirmed in canon, but let's see if there is a secret room back here.'

The mouth was pitch black, and the light wasn't penetrating past it.

I tried a Lumos charm on my wand, but the light didn't help.

'Ok, purposefully dark, good sign.'

I stuck a piece of wood through just in case and didn't see any issue, so I stuck my arm in first and then my head.

On the other side, I blinked in surprise at the large space.

There was a massive cavern with a massive comfy looking snake bed in the center, a small waterfall and stream to one side, and on the other, a light source from something I couldn't see shined down a gentle ray of light onto a desk, with a bookshelf to either side.

The visual image was quite fantastical.

'I guess Salazar was letting his pet guard this chamber.'

Walking inside, I marveled at the sheer size of the space. A regular expansion charm wouldn't be able to make a room this big.

I approached the shelves and was surprised to see only a handful of books remaining, along with a single journal placed on the desk.

"Gol."

*Pop*

"Yes master?"

Gol popped over with bloodstains on his clothes from the work in the other room.

"Sorry to interrupt, but can you tell me if any of these books are cursed?"

Gol took a look at the shelves, books, desk, and chair with a scrutinizing eye before shaking his head.

"No master, there is no dark magic on anything here, but there are preservation charms."

"Great, thanks for helping. I'll let you get back to your work. Oh and I know Bron can get…. Enthusiastic.. so please remind him to beware the eyes…."

Before I could finish that sentence, the voice of Sil resounded from the other room.

"Bron! Speak to me!"

Gol and I matched blank stares.

"*Sigh* It's a good thing we prepared a Mandrake Restorative Draught just in case."

Gol sighed as well and nodded.

"I shall administer it at once, thank you master."

I waved him off with a chuckle.

'You can't hate Bron, but he's hard to love as well. Can't say he's not a hard worker though.'

Putting off those thoughts, I sat in the chair that was surprisingly clean, and opened the journal.

"To whoever it may concern, I welcome you to my chamber.

I apologize for the challenge, but it didn't matter if you were a speaker or not, my dear girl wouldn't have spared you if you tried to enter this chamber.

If you tried to take control of her and left, she might have obeyed, but any attempt to enter this chamber, and she would go for the kill.

Only the truly ambitious who can ignore surface rewards for what may hide deeper inside are welcome to my reward.

But of course, you would have had to defeat my dear.

I know not how long how many years will have passed before this is read, but for each century that she slumbers, she will lose strength. At her peak, dragons would be nothing but prey to her, but alas, age catches up to us all.

Anyway, I cannot give you my heirship, for it was carried through blood. If you have it, rejoice, for your ancestor welcomes you. If you don't have it, no matter, I care for strength rather than blood purity.

I gave most of my life and resources to build this castle and lost most of the rest in my war with muggles after they killed my child.

Many of my books and tomes were left to Rowena, I know not what she had done with them, but I assume they are in her vaulted school library.

But I leave to you, my tomes on Parseltounge, for if you entered this chamber, they should surely be of value to you.

Do what you wish with it, it matters not to me.

I am but an old man at the end of his time, my best friend Godric has passed on, Rowena was lost due to heartbreak when her daughter was slain, and me and Helena are on the last legs of our journey.

I miss my friends, I will give my farewell to Helena, and hope to see her on the other side with the others.

But I will not go down quietly, no, I will carve the name Salazar Slytherin into the annals of history.

I am off to my final battle, farewell young one.

Veni, Vidi, Vici.

P.S. Screw you Godric, I chose this motto before you did!"

I closed the journal with a heavy heart and a stifling feeling in my chest.

'Rest in peace Salazar, I pray you found your friends on the other side.'

I spent a few minutes, just staring down at the journal while I heard the sounds of my elves working in the other room.

Something about Salazar's words struck a chord with me.

'Those words, that acceptance of death, that bittersweet feeling of reminiscing in good times, that bravery to face death head on.

I… I admire it, I admire this man's courage and experiences.. but…

But I don't want to reach that point.'

Even when Zelretch killed me, I didn't really mind.

Honestly, what I was hearing about this new experience was leagues better than whatever pathetic life I led back on earth.

Hear I was learning real magic! I was inside a world a fantasy to my old self to the point I feel like if I go to sleep, I will wake up and this will all be a dream.

But now I don't want to lose this, I don't want to fail, I don't want to see the 'end' of my journey.

'I want to live! I want to see more! I want to experience more! I want to push myself to that brink of death and overcome it! To come out stronger and eventually, become eternal.'

My mind flashed to multiple worlds, multiple ways of achieving immortality, invulnerability, powers of gods, powers to kill gods, bloodlines that could destroy universes, weapons and items that could crush worlds.

There was so much out there, waiting in this multiverse, and I was now a pioneer, being sent on an uncontrollable boat.

'I will rise, and I'll have fun while I'll do it.'

I stood up from the chair and bowed my head to the journal in respect. Thankful that this man's words spoke to me so strongly.

For just a second, I felt like I could see him, a bald old man with a beard and wearing dark green robes, writing his last words with a quill in the dim light, as tears fell from his face and he pet his dear companion gently.

But at soon as I blinked, the image was gone, and I wryly smiled.

'I came here for a snake and ended up putting a checkmark in my book of life. I won't forget this moment.'

I took out my iPhone and made sure to capture some images of the desk, the cavern, and took a selfie.

Even if I will always remember these things in my memories, I wanted to make an album, to commemorate my journey in each world.

Stepping over to the books, there really was only a dozen waiting for me, the shelves were mostly empty.

'I guess the room of requirement has the rest of the books.'

The room shows all the books related to the subject I ask for that are available in the castle, but like I thought, the books in this chamber were not available.

I had asked the room for books on Parseltongue, and it only gave me two books that spoke of the topic, and not how to use it.

'Well, I can now take another step on my path.'

I gathered all the books and the journal and put them in my inventory before making my way out.

I took one final look around the chamber, with the light shining down from some source onto the desk, the sound of the small waterfall and stream to the side, and the large empty bed that once held a grand snake.

'Thank you again, Salazar Slytherin.'

*Line Break*

The winter holiday came on, and I had plans for what I wanted to do.

First step, tell the school I'm staying for the holiday.

Second step, go over all my gains.

Third step, use the free time to head over to Gringotts to do some business.

Fourth step, buy things.

Fifth step, cram as much knowledge as you can into your head. And I mean using both the time turner and your own free time to read at the same time, I needed to make the most of this break as it's the only one until the end of the year.

Sixth step… I haven't got that far yet.

Step one was done with just mentioning it to my head of house. And if I happen to grab a handful of the 'experimental' plant she was working on, she didn't mind.

Step two, my gains.

Three and half months down, achieved the end of third year skill in charms. Learned thirty charms all in all.

Occlumency, my mental desert has grown to a decent size to really be considered an effective strategy. I turned the sky in my mind into night, with only moonlight to light the landscape. For defense, I decided to set up razor thin wires throughout the plane and then created shifts in gravity.

Sometimes up is down, left is up, right is down, and it constantly shifts.

Next I added mirage effects, to mess with the mind.

And finally, I released a horde of venomous snakes to hide in the sand and snap at intruders.

Considering each step took quite a large amount of effort, it's not bad for the time I've spent on it.

Still, improvements can be made.

Animagus forms.

My tiger form is growing with my body at a rapid pace, as I keep working out with the gravity bands and drinking nutrient potions. The potions are usually used by recovering patients, but there are only benefits to be had from taking them when my body is rapidly developing.

The harder I push myself, the farther I can go, and magic can heal me if I ever push too hard in seconds, saving me recovery time.

The school nurse sees me more often than Harry, but thankfully my visits are not life threatening so she doesn't nag me too much.

My magical animal form is still slumbering, waiting for me to grow in age and magic density.

I still spend each night casting spells till I pass out, and my core is growing steadily.

Next up is Wards. I haven't been able to practice much, but the theory is accumulated heavily in my mind, and I know I have dozens of books waiting to be read through already stored up there.

Just don't have the time.

I've already mentally stored the books on Parseltongue, and it is quite the fascinating read.

You see, magic works closely with imagination, and Parseltongue was created long ago, before even Latin came about.

Somehow, the older the language, the more power the imagined spell, as our mind makes a direct correlation to it being more powerful.

When I use Parseltongue instead of Latin in my mind when casting a spell, the spells power doubles and the cost stays the same.

It's fascinating.

I've already begun changing how I view my spells, and thankfully I've only had a few months in practice, so I didn't create strong habits just yet.

I could still use a Latin word out loud if needed around others, but in my mind, I was speaking in Parseltongue.

Parseltongue also lends it uses well to wards, rituals, and healing.

The books I got gave some interesting examples of each path, but unfortunately, I could only really apply the wards part.

It did give me a wonderful idea on the ritual aspect, however.

Remember that cursed book I found on rituals?

Well I had contacted a curse breaker firm and sent over one of the magical contracts.

My identity was anonymous, but the contract would show I'm being serious.

The contracts simply states that I had two items I wanted them to break the curses on. My identity and theirs will remain complete confidential, and any and all knowledge on the objects in question would be kept confidential. If they agreed, I would send the items to them, and they would have 48 hours to send it back. Finally, I had until new years to pay them their fee, or I would have to pay triple the original price. And I specifically stated the location they had to meet me so they couldn't pretend to 'miss' me, until the day after new year's.

I made the cause of breaking any of the above terms the loss of magic on both parties.

We had sent a few letters back and forth to discuss the price, and eventually, the other party signed it.

After all, money makes the world go round.

I sent the sword and book, and 32 hours later, I got the items back, plus a note saying how fucking deadly those curses actually were.

The sword had a curse that would basically corrupt whoever touched it into finding the people they felt closest to and cutting them down with a smile.

And the book apparently would bewitch you to use the most deadly rituals to the user until you died in agony, barely recognizable to who you once were.

I shivered a bit when I read that and was thankful I was careful.

Now I had to get them their money, and thankfully I had a very valuable basilisk corpse.

I had already set up an appointment with Gringotts for the following day.

You see, when I was kicked out of Gringotts on my first day, the runner casually gave me a pamphlet that seems to have gathered dust and kicked me out.

When I asked around, it seemed no one ever wanted to touch anything a goblin from Gringotts tried to give you, and I laughed.

The pamphlet was not actually charmed or anything, it just had services the goblins offer for stupidly high prices.

But the good thing about it is, the goblins do top quality work.

One thing that caught my attention was that they can perform rituals with their own masters.

Like wizards use wands, potions, and runes, rituals are just another branch of magic. They can be very potent and dangerous because they sacrifice something in exchange for something else and are often permanent.

Many of the rituals in the book required an older recipient to make them work, but I would be leaving this world the day I turned twelve, so I searched for anything I could actually use.

I found a few, but then I had to remove the ones that I wouldn't be able to get my hands on the ingredients for, and that left me with a short list.

Ritual #1: Use basilisk venom and phoenix tears to get a body immune to any poison weaker than the basilisk venom sacrificed as well as slightly increase natural healing ability. And considering the basilisk venom I had was fresh from a millennia old source, it was as potent as possible.

This was actual a ritual that was done by Harry in canon and fanon, but he skipped most of the steps, and the fact he survived was just dumb plot armor luck.

I had a plan to get the phoenix tears from Dumbledore.

Ritual #2: Sacrifice the muscle fibers of a magical beast defeated through conquest to improve reflex's. This ritual can only be performed a single time in one's life, and the higher quality the muscle fibers, the better the effect.

Ritual #3: Sacrifice the hide of a magical beast defeated through conquest to improve magical resistance and physical durability. This ritual can also only be performed a single time in one's life.

For this one, I only had to sacrifice enough hide to cover my body, and considering the size of the beast, that wasn't even 1/16th of the total.

Ritual #4: Sacrifice the eye of a magical beast defeated through conquest to grant one of over a dozen possible abilities to the recipient.

This was a very rare ritual that had its own set of dangers.

For one, the beast sacrificed needs to have a strong concentration of magic in its eyes, that one is a check for me.

Two, the ritual had a 20% risk of inducing blindness.

Three, the ability granted is not set in stone. The traits of the beast and the recipient match, and the most compatible ability is granted.

It's a very risky ritual and considering just how precious the eyes of this basilisk are, it's a heavy cost, but very worth it if it works.

Ritual #5: Sacrifice the heart of a magical beast defeated through conquest to bond with a magical focus.

That's right, I found a fucking ritual that lets me absorb the essence of a magical focus into my body, and no longer need a physical wand to cast magic.

This was also a very risky ritual because the heart used needs to contain more mana than the recipient has in their core and if the bond between the user and focus isn't deep enough, the backlash could actually shatter the magic core of a wizard.

That's something almost no wizard or witch would ever willingly risk.

Many would prefer death over losing their magic.

But I would risk it because it was needed for me to keep moving forward.

I felt my wand heat up in my hand with excitement and recalled the words of Olivander about having a wand made from Sycamore wood.

The so called questing wand, eager for new experience and able to combust into ash if they become to bored.

My wand was practically vibrating with the idea of bonding.

These five rituals were what I discovered from both the cursed book, and the Parseltongue books, that I could use at my current age without negative effects to my future.

Unless of course, I went blind and/or died, but if I died, it wouldn't really matter if I were blind so, that's good news.

I knew I needed to keep pushing my growth, and I only had a year to make the most of the resources of this world.

With my talents, rituals were out of my hands, so it was best to take some risks and get them done here and now where I have masters for hire.

As for the remainder of the basilisk, I just wanted some of the hide and the venom, and the rest was getting sold off for gold.

There were two.. or rather three things left to note.

One, as for all my other classes… I was half assing the theory portions to get by while distracting the teachers and staying inconspicuous during practical portions.

Transfiguration, potions, defense, astronomy, herbology, and history. Well actually, in herbology, the curse I was under seemed to only affect the parts of magical planting that are used for potions, while the lessons I could use for regular agriculture were actually very valuable and useful to me. That means I could still grow magical plants if they were used for things other than potion creation, like making food.

Which leads into number two. I had my house elves gathering seeds and saplings of various food items as I wanted to grow my own supply of food in a greenhouse inside my warehouse.

You never know if you're going to end up in some apocalyptic world and need a steady supply of spices and veggies.

And the final thing I should mention, is that I still was half way through memorizing the books on charms.

It's not like all these books have spells in them. In fact, 80% of these books are theory and history of how certain spells were used, but many of them have spells hidden inside of them.

In fact, if you remove family bloodline spells, and spells unique to other species, I will say wizards and witches have somewhere around two hundred charms in total.

Many of the charms are broken down into many steps that need to be learnt to progress.

So what I'm really doing with all these books, is expanding my understanding of charms, and how to use them more efficiently. And the deeper my understanding, the easier I can learn the more advanced charms, and the more I realize that wards are actually just advanced charms that are placed in a location until broken and dismantled.

A ward stone can be used to enhance the effect of a set of wards by pulling mana from a leyline, or you can forgo the ward stone and draw mana from the caster and ambient mana.

Of course, using a ward stone is much stronger and safer, but not necessary.

For example, a Fidelius charm is in fact a ward, and it needs no ward stone.

Another example is an anti-appiration charm. You can cast is anywhere and deny entry for apparition, making people who try to enter bounce off, and those inside it unable to apparate out, but each time you reject someone, it draws from your own mana to power it.

That's the difference between the two.

Anyway, that was a lot to go through, but it was needed.

The readers thank me, I know; I hear their praises breaching the 4th dimensional wall.

Were done for now.

*Line Break*

Gringotts.

The last time I was here wasn't fun.

I made my way inside with a 'fuck you to buddy' face and met with a teller.

"What do you want brat?"

"I have an appointment for the last name Fluff."

"Very well, follow the runner to the meeting room, a representative will meet with you shortly."

I nodded to the teller and followed the runner.

The walk was silent, and I past buy the runner who tossed me out the first time.

He gave me a bloodthirsty smirk, but I just flipped him off.

Once in the room, I met with one of the managers for the bank, as I don't have an account with a manager.

I slipped him a confidentiality contract, and after confirming that I had something worth his time, the goblin signed it while grumbling.

After that, pitched my offer of selling a millennia old Basilisk corpse.

To say the goblins eyes were lit aflame with greed was an understatement.

He didn't ask where I got it, but he complimented me for my kill and looked at me with a bit more respect.

I couldn't help but inwardly say: 'Don't look at me like that, I killed an aged and starved snake with a bunch of cocks.'

Anyway, we argued over the price, as I made sure what I could get for it so I wouldn't be ripped off.

When he didn't want to agree, I changed my deal.

I showed him the five rituals I wanted done by their master ritual goblin, using the specific pieces of the corpse, as well as said I wanted a full set of enchanted armor from the hide, and the rest could be paid in gold.

And I even threw in a piece of valuable intel for the goblins.

When he demanded to know what the intel was about, I just said someone broke one of their laws inside in bank's territory.

That got some serious intimidation, but he eventually relented when I didn't back out, and he agreed to the deal.

I honestly think one of the major points of why he accepted was that he wouldn't stop mentioning just how painful three of the rituals would be.

I rolled my eyes and offered him 5% of the gold from my share of the corpse, in exchange for keeping my identity secret, getting all the rituals ready before July, as I wanted a month to rest, and finally, to be a middle man for a deal I had to make with Dumbledore.

That started another round of negotiating and intimation, but we settled on 6.5%.

Even if you take away the gold I lost on being ripped off for the rituals, their fee's, and tax's, what I lost in the parts used in the rituals, and the small deal, I still will wind up with a decent 24 thousand galleons.

A thousand year old Basilisk parts was just that valuable.

To make a comparison, the blacks who were one of, if not the most rich family in England, had a few hundred thousand galleons.

And that's the richest. A family like the Weasleys would have maybe ten to twenty thousand galleons in their vault, making me richer than their entire family.

The wizarding world was less than 1% of the world's population, and they only dealt in gold, silver, and bronze, making there no inflation in prices, and gold having a high value.

After all, when a meal can go for a dozen knut's, and there are 493 knut's in a galleon, gold is worth its weight as they say.

Once we signed a magical contract, this time supplied by Gringotts, so I didn't have to waste my short supply of them, the deal was set in stone, and I was 'asked' to hand over the intel.

I didn't mind the attitude; it's just how they are.

I told him that a horcrux was placed in the Lestrange vault belonging to the recent dark lord who was quite adamant on killing magical creatures.

His response was to drop an axe on the table and almost gave me a heart attack on the inside while I used my occlumency to show a cold front on the outside.

"And this means?"

"It means if your intel is false, the deal is forfeit, and we fight in the pit for tarnishing my honor."

I raised an eyebrow at that but nodded all the same, making him laugh creepily.

"You have got a real pair on you for a wizard brat."

I chuckled at that but kept my silence as he called in someone to watch me as he left.

Twenty minute later, a rather angry goblin came back in and told me I was right.

Placing cursed artifacts in the vaults is one thing, but horcrux's are polluting type items.

They pollute the very magic in the surroundings, and it's one of the most vile dark magics to perform.

The goblins might be greedy assholes, but they still had honor.

In a law set by a past goblin king, a list of dark artifacts that would violate bank rules were released, and I found that book in the school library, funnily enough, thanks to a topic that professor Bins of all people was talking about.

If a vault were found to possess an item on the list, the vault in question would be confiscated by the bank, and the item would be destroyed.

Anything of value in the vault belonged to the goblins after that.

So on one hand, the goblins were pissed something like that got past their defenses, and on the other, they were happy to get the Lestrange vault.

I also seemed to have earned some more respect for not only telling them but using the intel in a business deal.

I offered to sell them some basilisk venom to destroy the horcrux, but he laughed and said it wasn't needed.

They had their own ways to destroy a horcrux through rituals while inflicting the max amount of pain over the soul bond all horcrux's share, and eventually like a chain reaction, all of them would be destroyed no matter where they were hidden.

The main soul would likely survive the ritual, but it would feel the 'death' and 'suffering' each of its soul pieces experienced.

Voldemort was going to rue the day he left a piece of his soul in the goblin nation.

Anyway, I handed over the corpse, and was told soon enough that three of the rituals could be done over the winter break, but the last two had to be done in June.

The ones for my toxin immunity and slight healing boost, increases reflexes, and increased magic resistant and physical durability were all able to be done soon.

The two for my eyes and bonding with my wand, would take longer preparation time and a specific time of the year.

In fact, I chose a good time because the winter solstice is appropriate for the first three rituals.

The only challenge was getting the phoenix tears, but I had my goblin partner send a letter to Dumbledore.

We didn't even have to wait an hour before a return answer came that he was very willing to make a deal.

My deal was simple, I hand over the diadem and a small vial of basilisk venom in exchange for three vials of phoenix tears.

I only needed one for the ritual, but those are phoenix tears man! I wanted to milk the opportunity here, and according to what I read; it really doesn't take much effort for the bird to cry.

It's just being super lazy.

Dumbledore had easily accepted the deal, and I send off the package and got back the vials within an hour.

It really helped that I used Gringotts as the middle man, as it moved along the deal by making it credible and more trustworthy.

I knew about the other horcrux's, but I chose to stay silent because the goblins would destroy them all at the same time through rituals. In fact, I asked them to wait a few days so I could make the deal with Dumbledore using the Diadem before they started.

The locket was in the black manor.

The ring was in the gaunt shack, covered by wards and curses set by a fully powered Voldemort.

The snake hadn't been made yet.

Harry's scar still held one.

And the book was in Malfoy's home vault.

I was glad to let the goblins deal with that treasure hunt, I'm not a police officer or janitor.

And speaking of the police, I had another thought and easy way to do a good deed while being lazy.

I asked the goblins to send a letter to Amelia Bones, the head of the DLME, saying that their client, the last head of house Black, had no record of receiving a trial.

When the goblin heard that, he called in the black family accountant, and a shouting match went underway.

The end result was brought up to the king and settled away from my eyes and ears.

All I know was it was a family issue between what the law says and what the last lady of house Black said before she died.

That woman hated Sirius, but Sirius's father, Orion, never struck him from the family tapestry, making Sirius the current lord Black.

A letter was soon sent to Amelia, and over the next week, a massive storm was raised through the Ministry as Sirius Black was brought in for the trial he was never given, and submitted to Veriterism under the courts eyes, and admitted the truth.

It caused a storm, Sirius was admitted to St. Mungo's, where Amelia was apparently watching over him like a hawk.

It was interesting to note that it seemed the two of them were engaged before he went to prison.

Anyway, lots of things were happening, and moves were being made, and absolutely none of it mattered to me. I only did it because I actually liked Sirius and I felt bad for his and Harry's fate.

What mattered to me, was the current string of rituals I was about to undergo, that the goblins around me couldn't stop pointing and laughing at.

'I really want to smash some heads here.'

Sighing, I let it go and followed through with the instructions of the ritual master goblin, a shaman looking goblin with an animal skull on his head walking with a wooden staff. I will refer to him as the shaman from now on.

I had to strip and jump into steaming water followed by jumping into a pool of freezing water.

Both pools were enchanted to cleanse whoever entered, and I made sure to make a note to ask them for those spells.

Once I was clean, I had to walk naked into the center of ritual room, where various concentrated circles were spread out and patterns I couldn't understand.

Being naked didn't honestly bother me, and the goblins made no comment on it outside of a few mutters of me being too soft and not having enough battle scars.

I couldn't help but chuckle at the battle hungry creatures.

*Bang*

The shaman banged his staff on the ground and looked at me.

"Sit crossed legged."

I nodded and did so.

The chamber we were in was underground and looked like a mix of a natural cave and a habituated area.

In various points of the array, goblins took they positions as the shaman began chanting.

Slowly, one by one, various runes came to life on the floor and lit up.

The first ritual had started, and the master was smashing his staff onto the floor, hitting various runes that came to life in different orders.

The symbols glowed and then started traveling through the concentrated circles until they reach the one I sat inside and began to hover around me.

The master signaled to the side, and two goblins came forth holding a freshly bleeding piece of the Basilisk hide.

They tossed the hide over my shoulders and I had to buckle my knees to handle the weight.

Once they stepped back, the chanting started increasing in volume, and the symbols revolving around me started spinning faster and faster.

In seconds, the speed was vast enough to start showing a magical dome appearing around me.

The moment the dome connected its walls above my head, the pain started.

Have you ever had a hot piece of metal pressed against you, and it felt like you skin was being melded onto the hot metal?

Well that pretty much sums up what I'm feeling right now, but it's on my whole fucking body.

The basilisk hide on my back melted onto my body with the feel of lava, and it began… well.. blending into my skin for a lack of better word.

The pain was excruciating, like being cooked alive in a pan of boiling water.

'Ha! Now I know what lobsters feel."

Using all the skill I possessed in occlumency, I was doing my best to shut down my emotional reactions like wanted to shout and cry from the pain, as well as trying to shut off my pain receptors.

The ritual would be weakened by me taking a potion to numb pain, but no one said I couldn't just stop thinking about pain, literally.

If my pain threshold was a 5, this experience was an 8, and it was only thanks to me mentally numbing the pain that I wasn't screaming out.

The only external expression I showed was a scrunched up face, and a deep growling noise.

As the goblins chanted, the feel of the lava kept spreading over every inch of my body, until it finally finished reaching every corner.

And then all at once the temperature increased a degree before I heard the shaman shout something, and a group of goblins tossed a bucket of fucking blood on me.

*TTTttssssssss*

The instant the blood touched my skin, like a burning sword being quenched, the heat was being cooled rapidly.

The burning feeling faded, leaving me numb for a moment until my eyes widened in surprise as it felt like my body rumble like a hungry beast before the mana in my core was being pulled out to every corner of my body.

My mana which usually only circulated inside my core, to my right arm where my wand was used, and to my brain for occlumency, was being pulled and pushed through my entire body, and accumulating on my skin like an extra layer of fat.

"Jin."

My eyes shot open from where I was focusing on my body to see the shaman standing before me.

He was eyeing my body and checking to make sure everything worked.

'I doubt this goblin cares about my health, he is most likely making sure his work was done right.'

Just like I thought, the shaman nodded and then to my surprise, he slammed down his wooden staff on my shoulder.

*Urk!*

I went to say something only to realize I couldn't!

*Cr-Crack*

The sound of a crack rang out.

"Break your shell young one. This is the first test all life must learn."

The shamans words hit me, and I did my best to move my limbs, making the cracking sound echo out more and more.

Until with a final heave, my arm shot up, and I realized I was covered in a thick layer of molted skin like a snake.

Piece by piece, I tore myself out of my old skin, allowing the new baby soft one to be exposed to the air.

"*Huff* Fuck *Huff* I have *Huff* a new respect *Huff* for egg born creatures."

The shaman grinned sharply at that and chuckled before he called for two goblins who grabbed me by the shoulders and dragged me off, considering I couldn't really move my legs at the moment.

"Indeed, but you have two more rituals on your schedule, so don't pass out on me yet."

Inwardly, I gulped in slight hesitation, but outwardly, I would never show fear to a goblin, only because I know they would get the satisfaction out of it.

"Bring it on."

The shaman and the guys dragging me all laughed.

"We will make a warrior of you yet young one."

'Please, don't try so hard.'

The next two rituals went along similar lines.

I was tossed into hot water, then cold, then placed back in the ritual circle by my trusty paladin carriers, I named them Phineas and Ferb.

They 'gently' moved me between all three locations.

The second ritual was for my reflex's.

I was wrapped in a scarf of muscles from the Basilisk, and if the first ritual felt like being slowly covered in lava, with the feel of molten metal sizzling on your skin, than the second felt like knives were being stabbed into all my nerve endings.

I really did pass out during this ritual, nerve pain is something beyond words, but thankfully, or unthankfully, I was able to awaken myself with occlumency.

If I passed out for more than a few seconds, the ritual would lose efficiency, and I wouldn't be able to continue onto the next ritual today.

And trust me, I would much rather rip this band aid off now than have to do in another day.

I still have the future appointment for my eyes and wand rituals.

After the second was done, I couldn't even twitch a finger.

Why? Well thankfully the pain had faded, but my nerves were incredibly sensitive, and do you know what increased reflex's felt like?

It felt like I was a baby deer learning how to walk.

Phineas and Ferb grandly stepped up to the plate to drag me over and toss me into the hot and cold water again.

They were nice guys; they even avoided all the little stones on the path while they dragged me.

Ha, who am I kidding, I think they made sure to hit each and every stone.

The third ritual was by far, the most unpleasant. And that's coming from a guy who had just been covered in lava and had knives stabbed into his nerves.

I had to drink a bowl of liquid.

Doesn't sound too bad right?

Well that bowl was full of the most deadly venom in the Harry Potter world mixed with a full vial of phoenix tears.

Not only did my tongue and throat feel like they were being melted by acid, but I also had to feel as the venom traveled through all my organs, including my heart, as it melted them before the tears healed them.

In a vicious cycle, that only continued to operate and not kill me thanks to the chanting goblins around me that kept the ritual going, I was internally melted by acid, and then healed by the tears, until both had melted away to combine with my bloodstream.

I didn't have blood that could poison or heal someone, but I was 100% immune to poison less lethal than a thousand year old basilisk's venom, and my natural healing ability was slightly boosted by the tears.

I wouldn't heal a broken bone in seconds, but an injury that would take a week to heal normally, could heal in one to three days now.

Was all this pain, far beyond anything I had ever experienced before really worth it?

While I laid in a bed in Gringotts's med bay to be watched over by the healer, I would give that question a resounding YES as my answer.

Why?

Well the answer is simple.

Back in the chamber of secrets, Salazar's journal allowed me to realize what I wanted in life above all else.

I wanted to live, to experience, to have fun, to grow stronger, and to never let my journey end.

I won't say things will always be that way, time changes us, but for right now, that's what I wanted.

And I stand by the ideal that if you truly want something, you have to be just as ruthless to yourself as to your enemies.

If I can grow stronger without negative side effects for just some pain, I would gladly do it.

That doesn't mean I'm some Sasuke wannabe or emotionless machine, I still have my morality and can laugh and have fun.

So that's me, that's who Jin Fluff is.

A world traveler by accident, a prankster, a laid back guy, a guy with the drive to get stronger for both enjoyment and to live another day. And most of all, so I could prank Zelretch's fucking ass! Don't think I forgot about you, ya bastard! The prank war is coming!

The multiverse shivered with fear that day.

*Line Break*

Some may call me a masochist for what I did while staying in a hospital bed, and they may be right in all honesty considering exactly what it was.

"You want to do what?"

The goblin I made my contract with asked me with unbelieving eyes.

I rolled my own and bit the bullet.

"I want to sign up for the goblin combat lessons the bank offers."

The goblin just stared at me for a minute in disbelief.

"You do realize we put that there as a joke right? Who would ever believe wizards would want to learn physical combat?"

…

We both looked at each other in silence before laughing at the thought.

"*Haha* I figured, but still, I have enhanced reflex's now, increased durability and magic resistance, and toxin immunity with a healing boost, and yet I don't know shit about fighting.

You guys put it up for option, so I doubt you wouldn't do it for that surprisingly low price of gold."

The goblin laughed creepily and stood up from where he was sitting.

"We made the price low just to try and tempt some moron to sign up. But your right, Gringotts's honors up to any and all offers we make.

I will have you signed up lad, but don't say I didn't warn you."

I just chuckled and pointed at where I currently was, in a med bays bed.

"Today's pain is tomorrows gain."

The goblin just laughed and waved over his shoulder as he left.

"A warrior in the making."

*Line Break*

The rest of the winter vacation flashed by.

In hindsight, I really should have prepared for what I asked for better.

How would I prepare?

I really don't know; I just say that to make me feel better for having my ass kicked and bones broken.

The goblin combat instructor was named Bone-Breaker, and he lived up to his name.

His combat lessons were not about teaching me how to fight, no martial style, or weapons training.

No, his lessons were on how to SURVIVE.

Being able to dodge is being able to survive. And he loved playing the 'dodge' game with flying metal pieces, both sharp and dull.

Knowing what hits to take and still be able to move is how to survive.

Experiencing pain now that won't stop you in the future is how to survive.

The only lessons he did actually give me, were all brutal lessons on survival.

And he loved me for a specific reason.

I healed fast.

…

Yeah….yeah….

Anyway, school started once more, and I had to be there, so my combat lessons were pushed to the weekends, where I would use the time turner to have Gol pop me over to the training location instead of memorizing books.

I still memorized books with the time turner during the week days, so my schedule was truly booked.

Wake up, hygiene with charms, work out and run, breakfast, classes where I digested books in my mind, lunch, more classes where I digested books in my mind, homework time, dinner, 1 hour of free time, then go to sleep after using the time turner to go memorize books or go to combat lessons to have my body broken.

Then wake up and do it all over again.

It was harsh, brutal, stressful, and I fucking loved it.

The feeling of making positive progress physically, mentally, magically, and spiritually was incredible.

And don't think I didn't stop messing with people while hiding behind the Hufflepuff identity.

The school was awash with terror from the prank war between the Weasley twins and their unknown opponent.

They made it their holy mission to discover the identity of their foe, and I kept leaving breadcrumbs to random people, making them the target of the twins until they realized they were fooled.

It was a fun time, and a really great stress reliever.

As for personal connections, I didn't make any real friends, but I wasn't antisocial. I had many acquaintances, I spoke to my house mates when they addressed me, I wasn't cold and silent.

But I didn't spend time outside class and meals with anyone, as my schedule was so full.

And being a Hufflepuff, no one ever paid too much attention to me, plus I never actually did anything to attract attention.

So my days flew by drama free.

I enjoyed watching the golden trio run around being kids on a mystery mission, like an episode of Scooby Doo.

The kids, snape, Dumbledore, and Voldyshorts in his human puppet were all focused on each other and the forbidden room in the 3rd corridor to get to the philosopher stone.

Thanks to that, I literally had free reign to do anything behind the scenes without attracting attention.

And the map helped me to avoid running into anyone.

There was a two week period where professor Quirrell was absent, calling in sick, and I was pretty confident that was when the goblins decided to 'deal' with their Horcrux.

Whether Dumbledore destroyed the diadem or not didn't matter at that point, because the goblins were bloodthirsty, and they made sure that Voldy truly suffered.

When Quirrell returned, he was under a heavy glamour charm to hide how truly bad his current state was considering that he was currently holding the only remaining soul of Voldemort in his head.

I guess with no other option left and the fear of death around the corner, the guy was making an all or nothing bet on the Philosopher stone.

Oh and over the winter break, Harry was called in to St. Mungo's by the aurors, no matter what Dumbledore tried to say, and he met his godfather who was cleared of all charges, and even being paid by the ministry for his time in Azkaban.

The official notice was that Sirius was innocent, the rat was guilty, and Sirius was the godfather and legal guardian of Harry, making Harry able to move in with the man during the coming summer.

Speaking of the rat, it really, really, wasn't hard to send a stunner at a rat in the hands of an eleven year old Ron Weasley.

A quick memory charm, even a very amateurish one, mostly thanks to just how slow the kid was, and my identity was erased from his mind.

Amelia Bones got an express shipment from an anonymous sender, of a rat wrapped in a ribbon with a letter detailing the identity.

Considering Amelia was Sirius's fiancé before his imprisonment…well…hell hath no fury like a women scorned. Especially one who missed their own loving wedding thanks to them.

So my casual actions, with very little effort in all honesty, had derailed the plot of the second and third year while everyone was focused on year one.

It was very nice.

Oh, and with my new fortune in gold, I took care of a few things I had been wanting to do.

One, if the goblins liked you, for a wizard anyway, you could be shown their more… shadier offers.

Meaning I was given a second pamphlet like a spa resort, but this time the paper used was a darker color and I had to drop some blood on the thing to make me able to see its contents.

Using a good half of my fortune, I put out hits to the entire wizarding world, not just England, on every really fucked up death eater that was still walking free.

That was about twelve targets, and I added in a few more just because of how much they disgusted me.

Why try and deal with them on my own, when I'm super busy, when I can just throw out some gold and watch the sharks swim to tear apart their prey?

Hit wizards were rare in the wizarding world, but there were still a few hundred of them that worked as mercenaries.

Sure some of the rich targets could make a counter offer to anyone who came after them, but one, they had to know it was coming, and two, no one knew who made the bounty.

Gringotts's would never recall a bounty if someone offered them gold, because they don't go back on deals they make. They are greedy bastards, but honor is held more important than gold to them.

It doesn't help that the targets of the bounty are blood supremacists who keep trying to make harsher laws on magical creatures.

I may or may not have made Dolores Umbridge target #1, with the highest bounty. And she may or may not have died within 3 days of the bounty going out.

Money well spent.

Malfoy easily survived by tripling the bounty amount to any hit wizard who signed a contract to leave him alone.

But others weren't so lucky. That's why having an unknown enemy, who can use official channels through Gringotts is so deadly.

The Carrow siblings went down fighting.

Antonio Dolohov was killed in his sleep.

Avery Jnr was actually hunted by a pair of female hit wizards he raped in the past, his death was not clean.

Corban Yaxley had his head removed in public by an unknown assailant.

And Macnair went missing.

Crabbe and Goyle senior were protected by Malfoy.

Nott Senior paid his way out like Malfoy.

Rosier Senior would have, as he had the money to do it, but he was killed before he knew he even had a hit on his head.

Fenrir Greyback was hunted by groups of werewolf hit wizards who wanted nothing more than to tear the bastard apart for what he did to them.

They just needed an excuse to put in the effort, and they got one.

Strong he might be, I heard Greyback went down to a dozen werewolves while killing a few of them. But he didn't die immediately. No, he had each limb roped to a dragon while each dragon flew off in a different direction.

And all this happened, and was reported to me through the mail, while I was just doing my normal routine at school.

Isn't spending money awesome?

Most of this shit worked because everyone was completely caught off guard. The people in England with enough money to put out bounties never would have done it, because they were either dark or neutral aligned families, and everyone was tired from the war and all the deaths.

But hit wizards in other countries gave no shits, it was all business to them.

The goblins even applauded me for spending money in fun ways.

As for the rest of the money, I had my elves do some shopping.

You know about wizarding tents right? They can hold a three floor apartment with working plumbing, heating, and gas, that all runs on magic.

I commissioned the company who made them to make me a larger tent, so I could set it up in my warehouse.

No one ever commissioned one before because why would they need one?

They could just buy a house with that kind of money.

But I couldn't put a house in my warehouse, and there was no plumbing, electricity, or gas in there.

It was that reason that I couldn't even enjoy using my warehouse once a month with its time ratio effect.

Until that was made though, I purchased two regular wizarding tents to use in my warehouse, and they would be useful in other worlds.

The big one would be staying in my warehouse full time.

I also made a commission for gravity increasing arm and leg bands to be made at higher increments for the future. Right now, I still used the double gravity increase arm bands, but they were a failure offset product of someone trying to make things lighter.

In the coming years, I would outgrow double gravity and need to keep upping the scale, but I was not a super Saiyan. It was a very slow progression, but progress was being made.

As for the rest of my purchases, I bought assorted potions, special tea's made from magical plants, a few crates of Firewhiskey because damn that shit is good (I'm mentally an adult, don't judge me), various enchanted quills because self-writing tools are awesome, a bunch of magically flavored ice cream that can be kept in storage for long as long as I want, and I even bought an owl.

I named her Athena.

Oh and of course, I splurged on my adorable Shadow, she got dozens of automatic cat toys, high quality food, and cat beds and posts.

I didn't buy any books because I wanted to get through what Hogwarts had and there is no point in buying a book I already have the knowledge of.

But even with all that, I still had a couple thousand galleons left.

The Harry Potter world has so many convenient things to enjoy life in it, that it was completely worth the money spent to make sure I was stocked.

I had no idea what world I could end up in next.

And even when I changed worlds, galleons were still gold so I could just take it with me. They were actually pure gold that was enchanted to never be deformed and to remove the chance of counterfeits.

So if I removed the enchantments, I could just melt it down and have a bunch of gold.

Gold is universal in its worth.

Well, it depends on the world, but gold is still valuable.

So that's what I did with all my money, and what happened during the next few months of school.

Inside the school, the prank war was glorious.

Students were looking over their shoulders, slept with one eye open, had their wands in hand almost 24/7, and never even dropped their guard in the bathroom.

There was no safe place in the castle from the pranks, and kids were so wound up, Mad-Eye Moody would shed a tear of pride.

CONSTANT VIGILIANCE.

Food might have sleeping droughts or turn you into a random animal or change your hair color.

Niflers were released in the school.

Certain pieces of stone flooring would be charmed to act like a swamp, and anyone swallowed would find themselves in Snapes office or bedroom. Which one, and how traumatized they were, was always random.

Students would wake up with tattoos they didn't have the night before (The nurse could remove them in seconds).

Toilets might attempt to eat you (Harmless but gross).

Touching a charmed door or table would bewitch anyone to speak every word like a cartoon character.

Random dust clouds could make people start singing opera and dancing.

School books would whisper words like 'come to the dark side, we have cookies.' During classes.

It was chaos, beautiful and glorious chaos.

No one ever really got hurt, and no was able to prove it was the twins, the unknown challenger, or anyone else who joined in.

There were times I was caught off guard, and so were the twins!

When it wasn't us, someone else must have joined in the war.

By the time the end of the school year rolled around, I had incredible memories that I would cherish of my time in Hogwarts.

On June 14th , two weeks before the end of the year, I invited the twins to an unused classroom, pranked them with an old school pie in the face (They didn't have to know that the potion in the pie would turn them into women in twelve hours), and thanked them for a fun year of a prank war.

They were shocked to know it was a firstie and a puff at that, that they were warring against.

They actually bowed to my brilliant skills of staying out of the way.

We became fast friends that night considering we spent the year in a war, and I even brought out some Firewhiskey for us to get wasted.

None of us cared about ages.

And none of us truly understood how wasted Firewhiskey can get you, resulting in us blacking out and waking up the next morning back in my room, with the twins passed out on the floor with matching face tattoos and mohawks, a water tank holding a very upset looking merman, a baby dragon sleeping in the rafters, and unidentified moving blob I could swear looked like Ditto from Pokémon, and I had a group of five cats sleeping on my face, chest, and legs.

It was a very fluffy morning. Oh and of course, Shadow had claimed my face with her butt. Because all cat's seemed to love doing that to their hoomans.

My last prank to the twins, after waking them up and retracing our steps to fix our chaos before we got busted, was to tell them that I was looking forward to next year's war, making them ignore the fact we had 2 weeks of school left and focus on next year.

If you wondered why I gave up the mysterious role to come clean to the twins, it was because it didn't matter.

My time in Hogwarts was done, and I found them to be fun guys.

If I ever came back, I would be willing to bring them along on some fun adventures.

It was later that day when I found a certain magical contract I happened to create while passed out drunk and I laughed manically when I read the title of the parchment.

[The Multiverse Pranksters Army.]

Zelretch would fear what he started.

But the year was coming to a close.

I finished memorizing every single book on charms that the room of requirement could give me, and that includes books from Dumbledore's stash as the man was somehow unaware to the presence of the room.

I guess the founders made their special rooms unknown to the wards and headmasters, just like Godric hid his sword in the sorting hat.

After finishing the books, I focused on wards, and I was right to assume that wards were just advanced charms.

There was much less to memorize from there.

I attempted to learn the easiest first year transfiguration spell for months, only to fail on every attempt.

I gave up with wasting my time trying to learn any other subjects that refused to work with me, but I did learn one thing that worked!

Apparation apparently didn't fall under the category of any other branch of magic, and when I tried to learn about it, my mind wasn't restricted from the knowledge.

I wasn't yet willing to try it of course, considering that I had no interest in splinching myself.

I had to wait at least till I was 14 for my magic core to be able to support me like that.

It was a factor of magical maturity rather than how large my mana pool was.

Oh and for anyone curious, I turned 12 on June 1st.

You remember those time turners?

Well even if you get 5 EXTRA hours a day, you still age.

So my total usage of the time turner before I ran out of 'time sand' for lack of a better word, was about 60-61 days' worth of extra time. Making my birthday change from august 1st, the day I came into this world at eleven, to June 1st.

As for getting more 'time sand', I failed.

The sand was kept in the department of mysteries, and not even the goblins could get their hands on it.

You would be surprised to know that time turners are rarer than fanon makes it seem. The only reason Hogwarts had a bunch of broken ones was most likely that whoever created it the first time was actually a student here.

I have no idea if that's true or not, it's just a guess.

Anyway, I was fine with it, I could learn the hour reversal charm in the future and be able to move 1 hour back in time if needed.

Speaking of charms, after a full year, I was at the fifth year level of spell casting and had a foundation of knowledge in the subject that could probably match Flitwick.

It was the actual casting of spells and learning the tricks to make them all work better that stalled me.

The shit was complicated!

It's not just flick your wrist and boom.

You have to have a strong mental image, express your desire of where and how you want it to act, and then keep practicing casting it over and over to get a 'feel' for each spell.

Jumping five years in a single year was already insane, so don't think it's slow.

I could cast spells as much as I wanted in the room, so I was able to practice as much as I wanted.

I didn't finish fifth year, but I had around half the spells down, making my pool of charms somewhere around forty five spells.

Most higher year charms are actually revisions of lower year versions.

Physically speaking, I was making incredible progress.

It's scary what you can achieve with daily hard effort, magic, nutrition potions, gravity increasing arm bands, becoming a tiger Animagus, and having very scary goblin combat instructor who turns breaking bones and teaching lessons into an artform.

I was growing rapidly and putting on muscle in a cut and lean way rather than bulky, and my young body was covered in scars from the sadistic goblins.

'Scars make a real warrior' is what the bastard would say.

Thankfully, he avoided aiming for my face, so I didn't have to worry about being called Scarface.

While wearing clothes, I didn't look all that different from perhaps a 13 or 14 year old kid, but underneath them, I was very cut. (And to all you unbelievers out there, look up the youngest body builder in history.)

The goblin instructor also taught me other aspects of survival.

How to hunt, track, camouflage, camping, and what I can eat to survive.

He was a great teacher, if only he could stop using pain as a lesson guide.

As Hogwarts was coming to a close, I had milked this world for whatever I could in my one year as an eleven year old with no special cheats outside future knowledge.

Not bad right?

When the final week came around, so too did canon reach the end of the first year.

The fabled showdown between mortal foes in all their glory happened while being pulled along by Dumbledore's strings.

And then I came in like a wrecking ball. Figurately.

You see, I don't know if prophecies are a real thing or not, but as long as you stick to the wording, everything works out.

The prophecy states that Voldemort and Harry must die to the others hand, and Harry must use a power the dark lord known not.

Simple.

I asked the goblins if they had a way an old school way to kill formless soul bodies, and after checking their archives, they found an easy recipe for a liquid that went out of use for centuries.

They put it in a tiny spray can and I paid them a hundred galleons for it. Greedy bastards.

Next I put the spray can, which was only the size of my pinky, into Harry's pocket, and put a compulsion charm on him that he would always carry it in his pocket until he meet's a formless soul and then use it with everything he had in him.

Compulsion charms usually don't last long unless you enchant an item with it, but Harry was very depressingly easy to manipulate as a repressed child, and I did it only a week before the end of school, as I didn't know what day exactly things happened.

The end result was hilarious… for me at least.

When I saw Voldy make his way into the room with the trapdoor on the map, I followed and entered on my own under a Disillusionment charm.

I got to watch the whole show of the golden trio making their way in, and I made sure to silence myself so I could eat popcorn while silent and invisible.

Canon happened, Ron beat the chess game, Hermione solved the puzzle and went to get help, I hit her with a compulsion charm to take a few extra turns, and then harry had his show down with Quirrell who looked like a walking zombie as Voldemort's soul had likely being deteriorating with all his Horcrux's gone.

Harry burned Quirrell's face, killing him, and then as soon as the form of the black cloud of smoke that Voldemort's final soul was appeared, Harry pepper sprayed it while it screamed in agony until it died, and then he fainted.

All in all, I finished the entire story of Harry Potter, minus the Tri-Wizard tournament, in one year, without any real cheat aside future knowledge.

Job well done me.

Oh, and the 'Philosopher Stone' was pocketed by me, and I later realized it was just a shiny red rock with no magic in it at all.

So much for easy immortality right?

I really doubt the Flamel's feared an upstart dark lord with no body and just decided to give the key to immortality away to Dumbledore for safe keeping in a children's school.

But yeah, Hogwarts was now well and done, and I said goodbye to the fun school, by having my house elves sneak a Polyjuice potion into all the food of the final feast that turned every student and teacher into a cat for 10 minutes.

And the ceiling, which is actually just a giant enchanted window, changed its image of the sky to show the two words: "Fluff Bless."

It was a FLUFFY goodbye.

Ha, if they can't figure it out after that, I don't know what to say.

Jin Fluff had left his mark.

The month of July was spent with me adjusting to the after effects of the rituals.

My eyes gained an interesting ability.

*Flashback start*

The time had come for my final two rituals and I wasn't all that excited for it.

Experiencing the first three would make anyone agree.

There is a damn good reason people don't want to do rituals, even if they had the knowledge and materials to use.

Anyway, complaining aside, I had my trusty knights in shining armor, Phineas and Ferb back to 'assist' me.

I got tossed in hot water, then cold, and the shoved into a ritual circle naked again.

It was a full prison experience but at least there wasn't any *cough* dropping of the soap.

The first ritual up was the wand bonding ritual.

My wand was by my side, vibrating with excitement.

Me and the little stick of wood bonded well over the year.

I used it consistently, and it was overjoyed.

Now the time would come for us to become one, and we were ready.

The ritual master shaman came in once more, greeted me with a short "wizard brat", and began kicking goblins into their places.

They started chanting, the shaman hit a bunch of runes and caused a few effects, and then I was given a bowl with a piece of red meat in it.

What was it?

Well, it was the basilisk heart, shrunken as much as possible, and I had to eat it.

My conversation with the shaman earlier when he explained it to me went along the lines of:

"You want me to eat it raw?"

"Yes."

"That's what the ritual says?"

"Yes."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"…Can I have some ketchup."

"*Bang* Someone drag this brat into the room!"

I wasn't given much of an option.

The shaman's voice resounded in the room as magic buzzed around us.

"By right of conquest! A heart sacrificed to bond the champion to magic! Let mother magic stand witness to this bond! *Bang*"

With the slamming of his staff, he turned to me and I nodded before shoving the piece of meat in my mouth.

It wasn't as revolting as you might think, but it didn't taste good and was very uncomfortable to swallow.

It was like eating a soggy meatball.

The goblins increased the volume of the chanting, and the ritual circle lit up in a strong light.

*Gasp*

The air was pulled from me as the heart exploded inside of me into a cloud of gas.

My eyes rolled up in pain, as a cloud of smoke left my mouth.

The smoke flowed down my body to land on the wand in my lap, and under the influence of the smoke, it broke down into smoke and joined the cloud.

Then like a vacuum, it all got sucked right back inside of me, and I felt my core start vibrating, beating like heart.

The smoke wrapped around the core, and it began to grow.

My mind drifted back to a book I had read on just why wizards and witches needed a magical focus.

"A magical focus helps to draw mana out of the magic core and pulls it toward the part of the body where the focus is. Using that mana, we use it for various affects.

It is theorized that a wizards core is simply too small to allow mana to be pulled freely on its own.

Wandless magic is possible, but only after many years of a magical focus helping to create a 'passage' that mana can travel through, like a muscle being trained.

Perhaps if we had larger cores, we would have no need for a magical focus."

'The guy was right. This ritual's purpose is to grow my core by feeding it my compatible wand and using the heart of a slain magical beast as fuel for the bonding process.

The stronger the magical beasts heart, the greater the fuel, and the stronger the bond between core and wand.'

The process was not short, but thankfully for my sanity, the pain was only in the first explosion.

Ten minutes later with the goblins still chanting quietly, the process came to a close.

I fell into a trance of meditation, allowing myself to feel the changes to my core, until I was grabbed by little P and F to be dragged over to the water.

The shaman pointed at me with his stick.

"No using your own magic for 24 hours as your core stabilizes. One more ritual and I'm done with causing you pain."

I chuckled at that; I think the guy was warming up to me.

Hot water, cold water, ritual circle.

The cycle repeated.

Except this time I was staring face to face with a giant eyeball.

I turned to the shaman with a deadpan face.

"Did you just put an eye that could kill or petrify me directly in front of me?"

The shaman nodded calmy.

"Yes."

"I'm not supposed to eat it am I?"

"No."

I just sighed and closed my eyes.

The fucker would never give me info I didn't need to know.

The ritual started up, and I stayed in a cross legged pose, meditating silently.

When the magic gathered to the highest point in the ritual circle, and the chanting increased in pitch, the shaman shouted out.

"To the champion who slaid the mighty beast, he claims by conquest what was once his foe's. Oh great mother magic, bless this champion with the gifts that were not once his. Let his foe's power, become his own."

Mana gathered like a fog, visible to the naked eye, and wrapped around the massive eyeball.

The eye disappeared like an illusion as the fog drifted over the me and wrapped around my head.

I felt surprisingly calm and at peace, almost like my head was being held gently by a mother, as the fog held open my eyelids and entered into both eyes.

To anyone looking at me, they would see a symbol begin to appear on my forehead, between both eyebrows.

Like a tattoo being magically inscribed, the fog was flowing into the spot, and leaving ink like traces behind.

My eyes were warm, and it kind of felt like I was underwater.

There was a slight stab of pain, kind of like getting a shot, as the magic connected to my optic nerves and entered my brain, but it was short.

'Thank any and all gods, thank you mother magic, fuck you Zelretch, and thanks to anyone else for finally having a pain free ritual.'

Wait.

I stand corrected.

My eyes started burning and my brain started throbbing.

'Is this because I cursed you Zelretch? Well I say it again, fuck you man.'

Thankfully, or sadly depending on who you ask, my pain threshold had already reached a level where I doubt anything less than a Crucio could really make me scream in pain.

I just got to enjoy the mental train of:

'Ow…ow….ow….ow…..wo….ow….ow…'

The wo was for the time it felt weird instead of painful, but still, it was manageable pain.

By the time the pain faded, and the fog was lighting up, I was lost in a trance as magic flowed from my core, into my brain, and entered my eyes in a steady stream.

It was a good thing I had been growing my mana pool every day for the last year or this process might have had some issues.

By the time I 'woke' up, I was already in a bed back the med bay. It turned out I was in a trance for close to 32 hours.

The healer checked me over, made sure there was no negative side effects, and handed me a mirror.

My eyes widened as I took in the changes.

My amber gold eyes were the same, aside from the fact that they had a magical glow to them.

It was only really noticeable when you looked into them, but they has a slight aurora like effect.

The biggest change was my forehead.

I had a tattoo!

I was magically tattooed by a ritual… not the worst way to go.

The tattoo was of a compass like plus sign directly above the center of my eyebrows, with each of the four ends looking like artistic arrow heads on a compass.

They were sharp, intricate, and almost tribal in design.

But what really got my attention was in the center of the plus sign, was an empty diamond shape.

It felt weird.

Like something was supposed to be there but wasn't.

No matter how much I stared at it, I was left with an incomprehensible feeling of it being incomplete.

I would eventually come to realize why I felt like that, but that's for another time.

*Flashback end.*

The day after the rituals were done was at the beginning of the month, and now it was the end.

With only days away from my cut off time of one year, I had chosen to relax in the comfort of a magical French hotel and spa.

The English were far to behind the times to think of such a business idea.

I needed to unwind from my intense year, and the spa was a nice idea.

They didn't care about age as long as you could pay.

Eleven year old's can even drink non magical liquor in the wizarding world since having a magic core grants you a slight immunity boost to the harmful effects of regular wine.

Magical liquor is heavily restricted to minors because its strong stuff.

Anyway, I'm sure your wondering what ability my eyes got right?

It's pretty interesting, and I had to take the month to adjust to it, along with no longer needing a wand.

I still point my hands when casting spells, but that's more out of reflex and habit than need.

Do you know what mage sight is?

The ability to see magic in its purest forms and unravel many of its mysteries.

Well I don't have that.

No, what I have is what I would call Eagle Vision.

By channeling magic into my eyes, and only when I do that, the tattoo on my forehead glows slightly and my eyes gain a second circle in their pupil, looking almost exactly like Hawkeye Mihawk from One Piece.

There are two functions that I have figured out about them.

One, I can zoom in and out, like looking at a picture on your phone, and narrow in things around me.

I can zoom in enough to see a fly buzzing around or zoom out to expand my field of vision. Both of these things were extremely disorienting but incredibly useful.

There is no time like effect or automatic copying like a sharingan, but with my occlumency, everything I see is recorded in my memories and can be reviewed later in my mind or in my Pensieve.

Oh and a side note, I learned the trick to removing memory strands for using a Pensieve. It's a simple charm but one that has no use aside from its purpose.

The second function of my eyes, is that I can change the 'lens' of my vision that turns everything grey.

In this grey world, I can see through physical surfaces, but rather than some X ray vision, it only shows me one thing, and that's the aura of those around me.

You know of observation Haki from One Piece?

This is kind of like a visual version of that.

I can see the aura of anyone in my line of sight, even through buildings, but that sight is normal, I can't zoom in and use the grey lens at the same time.

Perhaps one day I will be able to, but for now, I have to use them separately.

So far, after almost a month of experimenting, I have a few results from what I see.

Regular humans all have 'White' aura's.

Magical humans and creatures have 'Yellow' aura's.

That's the basics of almost everyone I see.

And each of these people have a difference in their aura, almost like a barcode in a way, that I can only remember thanks to my occlumency.

If I think about wanting to find that specific barcode, magic seems to activate a sort of point me spell, and even from across a city, I can see a 'Gold' dot to track people based on their aura.

It doesn't always work, say if someone enters a magically rich area or somewhere with wards, and I have to have the 'barcode' of their aura signature to follow it.

Another way to think of it is a visual version of Soul Ribbons from Bleach.

Some wizards are even a lighter or darker shade of yellow, showing if they are a squib or not.

But the confusing part is that when people are looking at me, their aura takes on a variety of colors.

If they stay mostly white or yellow, it's just random passing thoughts.

Most of the goblins flash red when they see me.

I've determined that red means that someone intends me harm.

Lighter red means it could be anything from playful harm to even a warrior challenge, while darker red means malicious harm.

I haven't seen anyone really wanting to kill me, but I assume it gets a darker red the more malicious.

Orange means they want something from me, lighter orange means its simple desires, and darker orange appeared when someone tried to steal my wallet.

Green means they are friendly and thinking nice things.

As for the other colors, I honestly having figured it out yet.

Activating my eyes also takes a steady stream of mana, so I can't just have them on all the time.

But when I do have them on, I apply a simple glamour charm to just my eyes, making them look normal to anyone looking at me.

Oh and the aura sight works on even invisible beings, such as when my house elves are by my side and waiting for me to call.

I can see through their invisibility, and perhaps because they are tied to my magic, they glow blue under my eyes.

So, blue = allies, green = friendlies, red = intend harm, orange = want something from me, gold = person I'm intending to find by aura record, and white and yellow = neutral people.

To all the readers, I'll just casually break the 4th wall and say that you don't need to worry about remembering those colors. I'll mention it when its needed.

It's a cool ability right?

I'm pretty happy with it.

There are records of people doing the ritual for eyes and getting all kinds of abilities from the better ones like future prediction or mage sight, to worse ones like just improved eye sight or improved hand eye coordination.

And that's when it works well.

If you try to use the eyes of a magical creature you did not personally kill, you will lose your eyesight completely.

And the stronger the magical beast, and specifically, the more magically charged the eyes, the stronger the eye ability granted.

The shaman had told me that what happened during my own, where magic became so thick as to make a visual fog and embrace my head like it did, was something that had him almost fanatically shouting about mother magic making an appearance.

It seemed that using a thousand year old basilisk eye was the highest quality sacrifice he had ever seen for the ritual.

And honestly, his fanaticism aside, I kind of agree with the idea of a collective consciousness of magic in this world.

The way my head felt during that ritual was indescribable. The closest thing I could say would be to be held in a mothers embrace.

But that's not here or there, it's just a random thought.

For now, I was enjoying the deep tissue massage from a Veela masseuse.

It was heavenly.

I took a look at her with my aura sight, and was surprised to see that her aura, while being a mix of yellow, green, and a very light orange, was also expanding out from her to her surroundings.

'Must be their allure. Good to know for future encounters with people who have passive effects on their surroundings.'

I spent three days lounging around and being pampered on in the magical hotel and spa, and when I checked out, it was august 1st.

My iPhone showed a timer with only an hour left.

I had Gol bring me to the top of big ben, so I could sit on ledge of the great clock and look over the city in my final hour.

I was under a disillusionment charm of course. No need to freak out a bunch of muggles and ruin their day.

"Do you need anything else master?"

I shook my head at Gol and patted the spot to my side.

He seemed to hesitate for getting the message and sitting down to my side.

Sil and Bron were already in my warehouse, they can apparently enter the space without my permission.

When I found out about that, I felt like slapping my forehead in annoyance.

Also, the time ratio effect of the warehouse on the outside world is apparently a fucking option. I found the way to toggle it on the iPhone.

A few weeks ago, I explained who I was to my house elves and asked them if they wanted to come with me or stay in this world.

Gol and Sil asked to keep serving me, while Bron was basically crying on my leg not to abandon him.

I was stuck with these three all the way.

My owl, Athena, was also happy to come along.

And that left Shadow, my trusty chaos inducing not so little kitten anymore.

Kittens grow fast into cats, and it's been a year already.

I have a full album of hundreds of photos from her kitten days, and got my enjoyment out of it, but now she was a young cat.

When I asked her, she scratched me and basically said: "Bitch, I own you, you don't leave me, I choose whether to leave you. Now pet my fluff."

She says a lot in one sound.

They were in my warehouse waiting for set off, so it was just me and Gol now.

"Are you going to miss this world Gol? Please speak freely."

Gol hummed and answered honestly.

"I don't think I will. I am thankful and glad to have the memories of my previous master and his family, but this world will always hold memories of them. I do not hate this world, it's as beautiful as it is ugly, but it makes me glad to be able to move on with a new master."

I leaned back and looked up at the sky.

"Am I a good master to you all? I don't think using dark families as a comparison is a good idea."

Gol chuckled.

"Hehe, you're a good master, master. You are kind and caring, take heed of our feelings, try to make us comfortable and at home, and you never force us to do something.

You also understand that we actually do enjoy to serve, that slavery may be a part of our existence, but we house elves are at the very base, a symbiotic species.

We feed on the magic of others and take joy in being able to serve that source wholeheartedly.

Truly, you are the best master we could ever hope for."

I felt a little touched at those words. It was nice to have people you could trust and rely on.

"Thank you Gol."

"Likewise master."

After that we just sat in comfortable silence, just enjoying the wind, rare sunny day, and the sounds of the city.

The minutes ticked off and at the 1 minute mark, a glowing door like portal appeared in midair in front of me.

"Well, that's our que, you ready Gol?"

"Always master."

"Then let's go."

We both jumped into the portal…except…for some reason, only Gol went through.

With the feeling of hitting a barrier, I heard a buzzer sound *EErrr*.

'O fuck.'

Gravity asserted itself soon after and I began free falling from Big Ben.

With quick reflexes, I hit myself with a slowing charm and took out a broom from the moleskin pouch on my waist, flying back up to the portal with a shout of: "Fuck you Zelretch!"

As the timer hit zero, I flew into the portal and my journey in Harry Potter came to a close.

The world shook as if to say it's farewell, and I moved on to my next adventure.

Chapter end.