Yo everybody! I bet that a few people are right here reading this and asking "Should I follow this story?" I would like to reply to that and say "Yes" I have read many fanfictions about Natsu being Professor of Draconian and read most of the endings or at least until they have been updating. This story is wayyy different than those and I promise you WILL be crying at the end.

If I don't put any descriptions that means I don't want to. If you PM me saying "Who is that?" Or anything like "You didn't put a description here." Then that means it was meant to be that way. I am doing it purposefully. It is not every day that you see a misspelled word in my fanfic.

I have a list of the plot twists I will make but I still need to pinpoint exactly when they should occur. But 1 plot twist is going to start now. When I say plot twist I mean something that strays from HP original plot or events with Natsu and Lucy.

I will start using those line breaks from now on. I think they help.


Like Yesterday

Time Unknown, Place Unknown, With Who Unknown

A lone figure with a dark cloak was walking through a clearing. Darkness appeared around the figure and the figure then walked slowly into the dense oak tree woods. First the darkness whipped around the figure, wind appeared, blowing the tree's leaves off the branches. Then the darkness started growing, it swirled around the figure and formed a circle.

*ppppPPPPPTTTTTT*

The darkness flew into the figure and blew out at once. It decayed everything around it but the lone figure. The darkness was dispersed by the wind and the figure stood crouching on the ground holding a decayed daisy. The ground around had cracked, leaving no moisture, the fallen leaves were shredded apart, the old oak trees fell, and all the animals died.

"Why…"

Such is the power of the Ankhseramic curse, The Curse of Contradictions.


Street by the Leaky Cauldron

"But Hagrid, how are we going to find all of this…" Harry said, gesturing to the paper in his hand, "in London. It's absurd!"

Hagrid and Harry, two protagonists of our story, were walking down the street towards The Leaky Cauldron. Hagrid, as usual, had his infamous dirty brown trench coat on, black t-shirt and black pants, brown shoes on. He was completely towering over his little companion because he was eight feet tall. He never combed his hair so it was always curly and dirty along with his beard.

Harry was now an eleven year old boy but was as thin as a twig. He had a mop of black hair, circle glasses that were broken in the middle, a lightning scar on the right of his forehead, and wore khakis and a large plaid blue button up shirt.

"Of cours' we won' fin' this all in London-" Hagrid said but was interrupted by Harry saying, "Then why are we here!?"

Hagrid scoffed and they turned the corner. "There it is The Leaky Cauldron!" Hagrid's mood was changed in an instant. He then ushered Harry to move forward.

Harry looked up from his broken shoes and saw "The Leaky Cauldron". It was a sketchy place to say the least. It was completely black and dark. Only a few windows were present but even they were not open. Outside the door was a black cat prowling around and a rusty, faded sign that had the name ~Leaky Cauldron~ on it.

When Hagrid opened the door Harry got a whiff of the atmosphere, it smelled of smoke, food, and garlic?

*Ding Ding Ding*

The tiny bell above the door rung. Harry walked in the door first followed by Hagrid who had to crouch down just to fit through the door. The male bartender looked up from wiping the counter. "Like your usual, Hagrid?" he half-yelled from the counter.

"Not today Fred, I got to get youn' Harry here his books," Hagrid responded.

Every person in the room quickly turned their heads towards the little boy when they heard the name "Harry".

"Blimey, that's Harry Potter!" one of the wizards said out loud.

Once that was said almost all the wizards jumped out of their seats. Only one, a man with a purple turban, stayed in his bar chair. He did something unexpected, he scowled.

At the other side of the Leaky Cauldron, Harry was bombarded with questions and hands. "Please shake my hand!", "It's nice to meet you Mr. Potter.", and "I saw you at the grocery store one time." Were a few statements given to Harry.

"Oh that's right! Why did you bow to me?" Harry said to the older man.

Hagrid pulled Harry from the crowd, "I'm sorry but we mus' go, lots o' books to buy."

The wizards sighed in defeat and walked back to their tables, engaging in conversation again. As Hagrid moved Harry towards the bar, he saw someone particular on one of the bar stools. It was a professor of Hogwarts.

Hagrid stopped Harry and said to the man in the turban, "Why hello ther', Professor Quirrell."

The professor wore a purple turban around his forehead, a purple cloak, black shoes, and had a few dazzling rings on his fingers. He gave a shaky laugh and put up a shaky smile. When Harry breathed through his nose, he felt that he was going to faint at the terribly strong smell of garlic coming from the turban. He held his breath.

"Harry, this is Professor Quirrell, he is the Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts," Hagrid supplied.

"It is nice to meet you Professor Quirrell," Harry put out his hand but Quirrell seemed afraid by it.

"I-I-It i-is n-ice to meet you, M-M-Mr. H-H-H-Harry P-P-Potter," Quirrell stuttered. Harry looked at Quirrell, confused as his professor nearly fell out of his chair at his hand.

Hagrid obviously saw Quirrell's discomfort and ushered Harry to move on. "Bye Professor," Harry quickly said.

Harry followed Hagrid into a secluded broom closet and burst. "Hagrid, what was up with all of those people out there? Why did they all know my name and want to shake my hand?"

Hagrid stopped at a wall of bricks. He then pulled out his pink umbrella and started to tap what seemed to be random spots on the bricks in front of him. "You're famous Harry!"

Harry then said," But why, sir?"

"I'm sorry Harry, but I can't say that now, we have work to do.

*VRRRRRR*

Hagrid stepped aside and Harry stood dumfounded. The bricks that we once a wall were now moving to the side allowing for an opening for them to walk through. Harry looked at Hagrid and Hagrid said, "Welcome to Diagon Alley."


Diagonal Alley

Diagon Alley was in fact an alley. Many young and old wizards get their materials in Diagon Alley because everything a wizard needs is there. From broom shops to candy stands Diagon Alley has it all.

As Harry walked down the alley, he felt out of place. He was a kid who just learned about magic a few days ago, was poor, and... "Poor?" Harry said out loud.

"Hagrid, how am I going to pay for all of the things on the list?" Harry said to Hagrid.

"We will go to Gringotts Wizard Bank. It is almost as safe as Hogwarts," Hagrid replied.

"But I still am poor," Harry said.

"Nope, you think yer' parents would leave ya wit' nothin'?"

"Umph." Harry let it drop. They both kept walking down the alleyway just barely avoiding a few running students and out of control trollies. Once they got to a fork Hagrid looked up and said, "Here we are."

Harry looked up and saw a very large white building. It had columns everywhere. As Hagrid opened the large doors with one large hand, Harry gasped. The floor was polished stone, the chandeliers were made out of a gold substance and had crystals hanging down, there were many large desks positioned on both sides of the long hall which the door opened into. The most eye opening thing in there were the short figures walking around.

Harry looked at one of the figures and then looked at Hagrid. "What are those things?"

"They're goblins Harry. Smart, but rude little creatures they are," Hagrid responded. "I would stay close if I were you, Harry."

Harry immediately moved closer to Hagrid, taking his warning, and stopped when Hagrid reached the last desk at the end of the main hall.

Hagrid readied his voice with a cough, and spoke formally. "Mr. Harry Potter wishes to make a withdraw."

The head goblin with glasses and a suit and tie looked up from his paperwork and glared at Hagrid and Harry. "Does Mr. Harry Potter have his key?"

Hagrid looked at Harry for a moment before realizing that he himself had the key. Hagrid stuffed his large hand in his trench coat and kept pulling other objects out and putting them on the counter.

After thirty seconds of waiting Hagrid finally said, "Here it is." And pulled out a small golden key. Hagrid then placed it on the desk and went to gather the other items back from the desk but then remembered something.

Hagrid then pulled a letter out from a secret pocket in his mud colored coat and placed it on the desk carefully.

"Also Dumbledore wishes to withdraw "You know what" in vault "You know which"."

The head goblin paled slightly and nodded. "Very well then."


In the caves

Harry, Hagrid, and a small goblin wearing a tux were riding a mine cart riding the rails. It soon came to a stop and the goblin asked for the lamp. "Vault 687. Please stand back." The goblin turned the key after he put it in the door. As the door opened Harry cringed at the sound of the door creaking but Hagrid went unfazed and he only said "There."

As the door was fully pulled back Harry saw many gold coins, which he before was told that the gold coins were galleons.

"These... Are all mine?" Harry looked at Hagrid hopefully.

Hagrid nodded.

Harry snatched a large handful and put them in his pockets. The three then departed back to the mine cart.

Farther down the track

The mine cart stopped again and the goblin asked for the lamp again. Hagrid and Harry got out of the mine cart and stood next to the goblin. It had placed the lamp on the floor next to the vault with the numbers 713 on top of it.

"Stand back!" the goblin said a little more harshly than before. Harry and Hagrid flinched at his harsh tone but still didn't ask questions and moved out of the way. The goblin stuck out one of his long fingers and moved it up to down.

*Clink*s were heard after the movement of his hand and after eight the door opened. A small amount of dust flew out of the door as it opened and Hagrid quickly moved to grab whatever was in the vault. Harry got a small peak in and saw just a tiny little package wrapped in a cheap brown bag paper, with a thin white string around it making a bow.

"Hagrid, what is that?" Harry said.

"I can't say," Hagrid said. "that is Hogwart's business.


Back Outside in A Diagon Alley Bookshop

Harry and Hagrid left the bank and then proceeded to get his books at the bookstore. The two that he was specifically searching for were ~Knowing the Starts Level 1~ by Lucy Dragneel and ~Draconian Level 1~ by Natsu Dragneel. Harry looked at Hagrid and asked, "Aren't these the same people you talked about earlier?"

"Yes, didn' I say they wer' yer professors?" Hagrid replied.

"I don't remember I am too lazy to go back to the last chapter," Harry replied.

"What do ya mean 'bout las' chapter?"

"Nothing, I'm just breaking the 4th wall here."

"What's the '4th wall'?"

They dropped the little conversation and found the books a few minutes later. Harry now had almost everything on his list except for an animal and a wand.

Hagrid abandoned Harry in front of a store named ~Ollivanders Wand Shop~ to look for an animal for Harry. Harry thought it was a shady place just like the Leaky Cauldron so he took slow steps inside.


Ollivanders Wand Shop

The bell above the door rung but nobody came to help him as Harry walked into the shop. Before he called to the owner of the establishment, he took a look around. It was filled with wands, AKA boxes of wands. In front of him was a green desk with a cheap lamp on its left side and to the left of the desk was a hallway leading to the left AKA to more wands. The place was dark with the low lighting and the dark green paint but wasn't terrifying.

"Hello?" Harry asked with an uncertain voice.

*CRASHH*

All of a sudden, a man came riding in on a portable staircase. He looked Like he belonged in an insane asylum, with his fluffy white hair, large bulging out eyes, and small smile engraved on his face. He wore a green cloak and black pants.

Harry was startled by this man but now had his hand by the lamp ready to use it as a weapon if needed by the next sentence out of the man's mouth. "I didn't know I would be seeing you, Mr. Potter, this early."

The man then moved his eyes to Harry's hand on the lamp and began to fear for his life. "Calm down! I am Mr. Ollivander, I gave your parents their first wands too!"

Harry then took his hand off of the lamp but took a step closer to it and farther from the man. Mr. Ollivander then took out a tape measurer out from his pant pocket and tossed it in the air in front of Harry. It started to levitate and open and it started to measure Harry.

"Wait here," Mr. Ollivander said and he then disappeared into the hallway to the left. The man came back after a few seconds with a wand in a green case. It was a tan color and ten inches long. As Mr. Ollivander handed it out to Harry, and he just looked at it until Mr. Ollivander said, "Wave it."

Harry did as told and one hundred boxes of wands came flying out of their sections. "NOPE," Mr. Ollivander said and then he moved to another section with blue cases.

Harry carefully put the wand on the counter like it was a nuclear bomb and when Mr. Ollivander came back, he was terrified.

The crazy old man took the top off the blue box and a twelve inch brown wand was shown. Harry slowly took it out and waved it. This time, the lamp on the desk blew up sending glass everywhere. Luckily, they got out of the way and Mr. Ollivander snatched the wand from Harry and put it back to the case.

He then closed his eyes and said, "I wonder." And he moved to the black expensive looking boxes. He shook his hands a bit and followed his instincts. He took a black box from a shelf and turned on his heel facing Harry.

Mr. Ollivander swiped the dust off of the box and it flew into Harry's face. Harry swiped his hand to get the dust away from him and the old man opened the box. Velvet red insides appeared along with a thirteen inch black wand. Harry immediately put all of his attention towards this wand. It was calling for him.

Harry grabbed the wand and felt a warm blast overcome him. He gave a pleased smile and then saw the look on Mr. Ollivander's face. It was a mix of shock, fear, and confusion.

"Peculiar," Mr. Ollivander said.

"What is peculiar sir?" Harry asked.

The man then took the wand out of Harry's hand and placed it back into the box. "I find it peculiar that you are destined to have this wand when its brother gave you that scar."

"My scar? Sir, what are you talking about 'its brother'?" Harry asked.

"There is a phoenix feather that resides in your wand and that phoenix only gave one other feather. But I wonder, the wand chooses the wizard, Harry. I am expecting great things from you," Mr. Ollivander explained.

"Who gave me this scar?" Harry asked while subconsciously holding his hand on it.

"We do not speak his name," Mr. Ollivander said harshly. "He did many great things, terrible, but great."

*BANG, BANG, BANG*

The two both jumped at the sound of banging on the window but relaxed when they saw it was just Hagrid.
"Happy birthday Harry," Hagrid said while holding up a snow white owl with black dots on it.

"Whoa!" Harry said.


I am ending it because this has been a painful experience writing this. I was so bored writing this but it will get better in the later chapters.

I am sorry for OOCness.

If you are also a fan of FTSS I will be resuming it.

Bye.