A/N: This is kind of short, but I felt the need to post it. And come on I don't like begging but is one measly review too much to ask for?
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There was a point when Harry confessed to Lupin that he wished he never came to Hogwarts. Harry had expected nothing from the Marauder's answer except spew about family history, boy-who-lived, what about all his friends. Lupin smiled softly and the small wrinkles on his face curved into a pleasant look and brought the teenager into the den of number twelve.
And Lupin told him the same stories he had heard when he was younger about the wizards and witches that didn't learn about there magic- some hadn't even known!
"Well one of them is about a man named Samsa…" Well Samsa hadn't known he was a wizard at all until his early twenties and not in a good way either. He had just woken up one day as a giant bug. With no magical training and not being registered with the Ministry he'd spent the rest of his days crawling around on walls until he'd let himself die alone in his cramped and dirty room.
"This one is good. You'd never imagine the trouble…" This guy took the cake. Err well ice rack. Some muggle had been minding his own business bringing ice out to a summer party when he apparate himself. It wasn't clean though since his liver had been spliched out next to him on some roadside in the country. The irony didn't end there, because as soon as a car drove by and got out to help the man, a ghost wandered by to do the same. Chaos ensued and that had been the last time the Bloody Baron left the school.
"The worst one has to be…" This Irish guy accidentally charmed his best friends shoes with the tarentallegra curse and a permanent sticking charm to them. Poor man died after days of dancing.
It was after he'd wiped the tears at the corner of his eyes before Harry asked Lupin,
"What about the Magical Reversal Squad? Why didn't they do anything?" That somber smile from before appeared.
"That wasn't around when those things happened. Then someone finally decided to do something about it. Now why don't we head to the kitchen before Molly kills us."
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Borgin and Burke's shop employed a freshly out of schoolboy, Tom Riddle. They had no qualms about letting such a sweet, innocent, young man titter around objects of the dark nature. They saw him better then that and knew that he's stab them with Puck's Knife sooner then they would. No that was wrong. Knives were far too messy for him best leave it to a spell then.
Riddle had been fascinated buy all the sorts of books there already. The small library we perhaps his favorite spot to tidy up- given that he was the one normally mussing about it anyway.
"Riddle, down into the basement and that trap door. Its time to change some of the inventory." The dark haired boy sighed and brought his wand with him. The only time he'd even seen the basement it was covered in dust and he didn't even walk in. With a deep breath and a single push of the door he started his premeditated attack on the dirt and grime of that wretched cellar.
"Scourgify! Scourgify! Scourgify! Scourgify!" The last seemed to have cleared a walking space and Tom skirted through the chest and boxes with more grime on them then the pipes to the chamber, if at all possible.
"What trap door can he be talking about? Unless its hidden under a pile of dust somewhere." Scowling Tom stopped his movements to let a family of little dust bunnies move along. Apparently they were very annoyed with him for disturbing their home. He'd even killed their Aunt Fwaful.
"Riddle! Are you talking to yourself again?" In one of Tom's few moments of embarrassment he decided to never mention his pseudo-conversation with dust bunnies. Tom had stood still for a minute too long since the square of stone he was standing on gave way and hinged downwards, into a oddly clean and well kept room.
"…The Trap Door." No longer scowling he moved some of the boxes out of the way until he came across one with an odd design on it. A black five petaled flower in side of a diamond shape and sharp "M"s turned on to their side. A simple shove would have lifted the top, but Tom was a wizard and Alohamora worked better.
The trunk itself was fairly empty with only a few useless books and an ouiji board with a note attached to it explaining that he would be honored to teach someone how to truly use it.
"Divination? So useless." Tom carelessly threw the board and marker into the trunk but missed the board fell to the floor. A sudden whirring sound and the maker started to move to different letters on the board before going to "farewell" and starting all over again.
"What the blazes? I-B-A-H? No, wait. H-E-P-Z-I-B-A-H. Hepzibah? Knew this was useless and now it faulty too." Borgin came down and told Riddle to pack it away for now.
"You have to go see a Ms. Smith about goblin armor." Borgin helped him reorganize the (useless) trunks and items and the older man paused at the open one and laughed. The marker had stopped moving once he came into the room.
"Riddle, I'll give you one word of advice. I know you like all this "stuff" but stay away from this one…O' course he may like you an awful lot." With a final chuckle Borgin sent the packed trunk to a different wall and charmed a note onto it.
"A. Crowley. Keep Out"
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Hermione and Luna were complete opposites, but even Luna had to accept that books were need for some sorts of knowledge. Besides Charms and Care of Magical Creatures, Luna didn't really apply herself- to her schoolwork that is.
Today she was waiting in Diagon Alley for Ginny and Harry to show up. While Ginny remained skeptical Harry had become a firm believer in Luna something she was very grateful for. She had even given them radish charms to keep bad woogags away. Deciding to browse through Flourish and Blotts she found herself in a less frequented part of the store filled with catalogues of old magazines from the Daily Prophet to Witch Weekly and down to The Fen's Claw and some she'd never even heard of.
Luna looked on proudly at the shelf filled with The Quibbler, and was tempted to buy the catalogues from before she was born and couldn't read. They were around the cheapest in the store only 27 knuts. Intending on taking I through LX from that empty space between it and Potion Periodical, Luna's hand had been stopped.
Amazingly since her dark Creature Detector had not gone off ( It was the 5th tab on her necklace) she knew it wasn't any of those sorts of invisible creatures. She ran her fingertips over the blocked area only to find that it was sort of book shaped and pulled it out. When she finally opened the book the pages became solid and visible and read, The Invisible Book of Invisibility. Well! This might help her on her search for all those animals. Might get her a few more of Mrs. Weasley's toffees while she pondered self satisfyingly. As she flipped through the pages a notes fell out and did not become invisible like the rest of the book (It had come with guides that disappeared as well, she found out). Being sure to keep the book open Luna plopped on to the floor and read the loopy handwriting.
Hello there, I see you've taken an interest in either Potion Periodical or dare I say it? The Quibbler. Ah yes about the book. When I had discovered this book in an unfortunate collision between myself and the Magical Sweets shelf but enough about that. Although I already had my own secret ways to becoming invisible this book is very well written and practically a steal! You see the shopkeepers had been unable to lay a pricing spell on the books and you can just walk right out with it. I chose not to and left it for some crafty wizard or witch to use. Best of Luck.
Albus Dumbledore
Luna wasn't sure whether she was feeling hot or cold on the inside now and looked back over to the open book. Maybe she'd found Harry's present a little early this year.
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If you were to ask Nelville Longbottom or any other person such as him what Malfoy's ideal world would be, it'd come out completely wrong.
They'd say that the Weasleys would be imprisoned, Dumbledore would be out of office and ashamed, Hermione and her family would under go torture, and Harry would be dead with his body for all to see. Those who go into a greater detail might say something about how he'd marry Pansy Parkinson and have pureblood kids.
Hermione scoffs at the conversation in the Common Room, Ron whole heartily puts in his own input about the Git and Harry stays quite thinking. Harry probably had it better grasped then anyone else.
In Malfoy's perfect world he'd never take pleasure from seeing Hermione tortured since he'd never meet her. All the muggleborns in Hogwarts would be non existent or at least in another school separated from the Wizarding community until they're children can be considered pureblooded enough.
The Weasley's would need not be tortured because they'd be a real pureblood family. Probably the only radical change would be Ron's hot temperament and Arthur and Molly's income. Fred, George, and Charlie never bothered themselves with the nonsense, Percy was respectable enough in the Ministry and Ginny and Bill were just too cool not to be purebloods. Draco might have been a friend with any one of them.
Ron and he would still find ways to annoy and insult each other though.
Dumbledore would be out of office. Why? Because in a world of purebloods you can not be that manipulative and not get the end of it somehow. He'd still be known as a crazy old coot, but "the fool" would only be in affection.
Its hard to say what would change about Harry. Lily Evens might have been born Lily Black in another world, closer to Bellatrix then Narcissa or Andromaeda and had fun teasing Sirius and James when he came to visit.
Harry's eyes might have not have been green. James Potter married some nice pure blood girl who managed to dazzle his mind while Lily was off getting weaned into the magical world over years.
Once again, Harry's failure is in evaluating himself. Draco hears the last bits of the conversation after it moved to the library and thought of his own answers. True enough he was bit harsher on the muggleborns then Harry imagines, but it was generally spot on.
Draco likes to think that even though Lily Evans was a mudblood, she was good enough to be treated with a respect that a few Deatheaters paid to her, and that she could have married James Potter and had Harry. Harry could stay the same, just with a little less naïveté to the real world of purebloods.
Ginny walked up to Harry's seat on the seat in the library and literally threw herself on him before granting him a knowing smirk. Malfoy saw that smirk and had to change his mind.
Ginny would be from a different pureblood family altogether. Just so Draco didn't have to fight with one of her brothers for the spot of best man. Fawcett would be his date of course, not Pansy. Definitely not Pansy.
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