Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Supernatural, it is owned by J.K Rowling, and Warner Bros. along with Eric Kripke.
Some parts to this story is approved by Lord BladeDSF
Full Summary: Upon the result of a traitor Harry Potter lost his family, and while on the path of revenge Harry was introduced to the world of a Hunter, arm with the knowledge given to him Harry finally destroyed the shadows of his past and was ready to move on.
However, upon his death Harry was given a Pandora's Box of secrets that was literally meant to be taken to his grave.
Upon learning this knowledge, he was given two choices 'ignore this secret and move on to the next life, or take the skills, knowledge, and memories he was given and save those who he lost and bring those who wronged him…to Justice.'
Parings: Harem: DG, TD, SB, NT, FD, AG, GD (more will be made later on)
Key themes - Time Travel, skilled, knowledge, deception, Professional Quidditch, Hunter, Supernatural Xover Cameos.
"Speech"
'Thoughts'
'Parchment'/'Spell'
"SPEECH ANGER"
'THOUGHTS ANGER'
Ĥ(Location, Scene)Ĥ
(A/N): Authors Note
(A/N): For those who read and gave me feedback for this story thank you for that it made me happy to know that this story has great potential. Now because the prologue is over I can bring this to the beginning of the First Year, and make this into the promising that was described in the themes. Now one last thing to talk about is I have looked and read about the wood used for wands in the harry potter series and what they mean and a warning on ahead I plan to use some that may not be connected to harry, or I will use some wood and cores that are elements from Supernatural, and remember if you plan to question or comment about it, remember everything I do has a purpose for it.
Now that is done let's begin.
Chapter two: Reunions and New Discoveries.
Ĥ (London, August 1st, 2 weeks after Gringotts visit) Ĥ
It was a cool brisk dark morning on the streets of London were the streets were quiet, people in track suit were running through the park, shops were being opened ready to sell.
Out in the park of London we see a shadow running fast, fast enough that it seemed like a blur to a regular person. And not only was the figure running it seemed like he jumping over park benches, jumping down steps leading to sidewalks, even running across the streets while cars were driving by, stunts that were of both dangerous and extreme.
But it all seemed to end when the figure stopped by a spotlight over by the corner leading to the Leaky Cauldron. The figure leans back against the light pole showing it to be Harry potter wearing black shorts, t-shirt and trainers.
The only thing different was his physique appearance, gone was the child who look barley past scrawny figure and in his place, he looked to be almost 12 years old. His old scrawny and short form had been replaced with a bit of a muscle built in his arms, legs, and torso.
Now he wasn't body build muscle bound, but instead his body was like a lean swimmer. Not only was he toned, it showed that he had also grown a couple inches.
His short and proper hair had also grown as it came down to just above his shoulder blades while has an unruly form to it.
Wiping some sweat from his brow some of his hair was moved away showing his horcrux scar faded and traced in emerald green, and another one was shown in the form of thin scar around his right eye. He also had a set of new glasses to replace his old circular ones. These new ones were special and expensive brand called Lindberg.
But secretively to everyone but himself, these glasses are decoys to hide the fact that Harry can see without them, after all he needed to keep an image to uphold.
Getting his breath back Harry walked back in the pub, inside he went up to Tom the bartender smiled at the boy and gave in a glass of water and a towel "Good morning Mr. Potter, have a good run this morning?"
"Yes, thank you Tom. I take it my breakfast is up in my room?" Replied a breathless and sweaty Harry as he took the offered glass and downed the water in seconds, and dried his self off with the towel and had it around his neck and saw a smiling Tom nod his head as Harry walked up stairs.
Ever since Harry purchased a room in the leaky cauldron after his trip from Gringotts, he would wake up early in the morning and go for a jog at five in the morning and would run till seven, not only because it was an old routine warm up back in his days as a hunter, but because this was necessary for him to help fix his magic core by building it up and making it stronger. After his run, he would be greeted by Tom who always had a glass of ice-cold water and a towel waiting for him, and had his breakfast waiting for him in his room.
As he walking up the stairs he goes to his room, looking in to see everything the same he goes over to his desk and starts to pet his long time lost companion from his old life, but now back to him, stroking the white snowy owl with amber eyes, the owl looks up and starts gently nipping the finger as a form of affection to her companion.
Harry smiles as he was petting Hedwig remembering after he was leaving Gringotts he stumbles upon the owl emporium and decided to look around and lo and behold as he sees Hedwig in the back, knowing how much he needed her and how much he missed her Harry bought Hedwig and took her out and brought her with him to the cauldron, and thank god for that because unlike last time he wasn't shoved around and was invaded in his personal space in the chaos like the first time as everyone met the infamous 'Boy-Who-Lived'.
When Harry was done, he went to take a shower and then comes out in clean clothes and looks upon the desk again and saw that there was a Daily Prohphet with the date on it that says September 1st and knew that today was the day, and decided to get started packing for Hogwarts.
As he was about done packing he went to the table and gazed upon what looked like a box holster, opening it up and pulled out a wand from inside.
Looking at it Harry instead of his Holly & Phoenix wand had a completely different wand. And to Harry in all the years from the past he has fought with many different wands held by different Wizards and Witches. But compared to those wands, the one in his hand was a masterpiece of wand craftsmanship he has ever seen.
The wand was fifteen inches long and was a mixture of black, blended seamlessly with light brown and it seemed to contain a hint of fire red mixed with the two colors. The wands handle grip seemed to weave together in black dragon hide, the bottom end of the wand was surrounded by shapes to resemble claws outwards on the wand.
Grabbing the wand in his hand and feeling the powerful and calming energy, that seemed to mix with the rush of wind that blows at night. The feeling of it was making Harry remember the second change of his life ever since coming back to the past.
Ĥ(Flashback-Ollivander's-2 days after Gringotts visit)Ĥ
Looking upon the sign that read Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C Harry walked in knowing this place, but yet as he walked in he felt different entering here. The first-time Harry walked in he felt cold being in the dark and dusty place like when he was in the cupboard.
But walking into the place now it feels different, like he can feel the magic in the air or feeling an even more powerful call out to him from somewhere in the shop.
As he was looking out more he heard a sound of something slide from the walls he looked upon an old familiar face, the man wore a suit and had silver hair as wild and the sparkling in his eyes. "Mr. Potter," the old man said "I was wondering when I would be seeing you. You look so much like your father, but as I look up close, I see you have your mother's eyes."
"Yes, indeed it seems like only yesterday she was in here herself, buying her first wand. I believe her wand was ten and a quarter inches long, swish, made of willow. A wand favored for charms work."
Looking more relaxed he looked upon Harry more "Your father on the other hand, favored a mahogany wand. His wand was eleven inches Pliable. A little more skill in power and was an excellent wand for Transfiguration. Well, I say your father favored it above all else for Transfiguration wands but..." he was cut off by harry
"It's the wand that chooses the wizard am I, right?" trying to show confusion to throw off his knowledge.
Smiling upon the boy Ollivander continued as if he was never interrupted "Quite right, Mr. potter, quite right. But do tell me how did you know that?"
Deciding to throw a half lie half truth to throw him off "It was from Hogwarts a history, when it talked about you it was your motto when it came to wand making or when you give a student their wands."
Accepting the answer Harry then saw that Ollivander looked upon him and then his head "And that's where..."
And point his finger to the lightning shaped scar on Harry's forehead. "I'm sorry to say I sold the wand that did this," he said softly with regret. "The wand was Thirteen-and-a-half inches, Yew with a phoenix feather core. A very Powerful wand, very powerful, and in the wrong hands...well, if I had known what that wand had chosen to or was used for..."
"Mr. Ollivander, life is like two sides of the same Galleon always fifty-fifty. You couldn't have known at the time that your wand would end up with You-Know-Who, or that he would end up as one of the darkest and most powerful wizards of the Century. The best that you can do is work to make a brighter future."
"That's true wisdom in your words Mr. Potter, one that I believe as well." Ollivander said as he took a step back, and moved to look upon his shelf of wands "As I remember like all others, when You-Know-Who came upon my store much like you, it was much like an old quote I heard from a muggle, I believe it was 'one person's journey always begins with a single step.' And that is what makes the greatest question yet, 'What happens on the road after the first step?'."
Looking back at Harry "now tell me which arm do you favor the most, so we can tell what your wand arm is?" he asked, pulling a long tape measure with silver markings out of his pocket.
"Well I'm ambidextrous if that counts." It was a skill he had been developed back in his old life when there were times he broke his arms and never had potions with him at the time when he fought in battle.
While it was crappy for him at first, it was after the fifth time he broke his arms, that he decided to develop the skill with some practice and felt this could help him if one of his arms broke again.
"Fascinating, very rare" Ollivander said, and he was looking and finding wands to take out of the cases while a tape measure was going around Harry and his arms.
When the tape measure finished Ollivander taken a box out and pulled a wand out. "Every Ollivander wand Mr. Potter has a core of a powerful magical substance. We use unicorn hairs, phoenix tail feathers, and the heartstrings of dragons. No two Ollivander wands are the same, just as no two unicorns, dragons, or phoenixes are quite the same. And of course, you will never get such good results with another wizard's wand."
Handing the wand to him Ollivander gestured to take it "Now then, Mr. Potter, try this one. Aspen, nine-and-a-quarter inches, with a Dragon heartstring core. Powerful, yet supple. Perfect for dueling. Just give it a wave."
The moment Harry took the wand and as soon as he did it flew out of his hand like someone casted an expelliamus spell and it crashed onto a shelf of boxed wands and all tumbled down.
Ollivander blinked in wonder "Never in all my years I have never seen that happened. But it seems that one won't do." Moving to take another he pulls a light brown one "Perhaps this one. This is Elm, Nine inches exactly, and with a male unicorn hair core." As Harry took the wand this time like the first time it flew from his hand except as it flew it shattered into a lamp on the desk right next to them.
Taking it from him Ollivander shaking his head "No, no definitely not."
But then smiled as he was walking farther back of the shelves of wands that didn't fall "Well it seems you are a tricky customer Mr. Potter, that good because if makes it more exciting to find out what you shall become in the future."
When he was at the end he pulls out a black box that seems dusty and never been opened, but stops and looks up in wonder in a dream like state "I wonder…" as he walks out he holds out to Harry a very familiar wand."This Mr. Potter is one wand that I fashioned with an unusual combination; it is made of holly and phoenix feather, eleven inches. The phoenix gave its feather to this one wand and its brother who gave you that scar. So, let's give it a try." holding the wand for Harry to take.
When Harry grabbed hold of the wand, the first thing they noticed it did not shoot out of his hand right away, but after a few seconds it glowed red but then combusted into flames dropping to the ground, and when the flames died there was nothing left. When they snapped out of their daze Ollivander went from shock to a crazed look of excitement.
So, moving to the front door he switched the door to lock and closed the blinds, moving back he signaled Harry to follow him to the back.
When they went to the back Harry looked to see a bunch of rows of different woods and jars full of items that he guessed were for cores.
Looking upon Harry he gestured the rune circle upon the desk "This Mr. Potter is my work shop to make Ollivander wands, this rune circle is used for wizards like you to help those create their wands. Now what I want you to do is drop a bit of blood into this rune and place some magic into it as well. This will allow the wood and the cores upon my family's collection to be brought here to see what will be the pieces to be made into your wand."
So, doing as he was told he watched as the blood was glowing on the rune in a flash of light and saw three pieces of wood flew into the circle while jars appeared in the circle next to the wood. Looking upon the pieces Mr. Ollivander looked close to having a heart attack as his broad smile seemed to stretch showing his teeth, and his breathing quickened up to a very unhealthy pace like that of someone obsessed.
Staring at Harry as he looked upon him and then the pieces of wood as he spoke "This is very interesting Mr. Potter it seems that you are very special case, as it seems the reason that the Holly never worked was because your magic was too much for the wand to be held and you needed not only more than one wood to handle amount of magic you possess, but as I suspected more powerful wood for your wand." Seeing his confusion Ollivander describe it in more detail
"I can tell because it seems among the pile is very special, and unknown type of wood that never molded together, but it seems that with these combined, it will form into the most extraordinary wand I have ever made." Seeing the boy understand he decided to go into more detail about this new discovery
"But the reason for more than one block of wood was because when you try to touch the wand with just the Holly piece, it was like trying to power a candle with twenty different wizards casting 'incendio'."
Seeing that Harry understood he decided to get back to the explanation of the wood and placed his hand on the first piece of wood.
"This piece is an Elder Wood made from a branch of the Elder tree, the same tree as the legends of the Deathly Hollows was foretold. It is said that this type of wood will be hard for those to master, but those who can master this type of wood will make them powerful force to fight with."
He then moved on to a block of wood that was black and was small weak flame burning giving it an orange glow, and while it looked to be burning it wasn't being destroyed. "This piece of this wood, I don't know how but your magic called a very powerful piece that has been held by my father since his wand crafting days, and when he passed on his work to me nothing ever worked with this piece, and has never been chosen by anyone." Getting the boys attention and seeing the wonder in his eyes he continued.
"What we have here is a piece of Blackthorn wood, but this is different because it is has been burned by Solran the royal lord of all phoenix's many years ago, it was said that during the time of the founding of Hogwarts, a great battle was waged between Solran and a Dark Lord who had the powers of Necromancy and the ability to summon Demons." That small comment made Harry's eyebrow to twitch a little.
"At the end of the battle Solran unleashed the ultimate rage of the phoenix upon the landscape and was able disintegrate everything, even the wizard himself." after having a moment to settle the atmosphere he continued.
"And when the fire was settled, all that remained within the battlefield was a Blackthorn tree still standing, but upon the ground was a branch that was still burning with Solran's fire. Per my father's journal, this is all that remains of that very same branch that still burns to this day. I am one to never believe in coincidence Mr. Potter, but I believe that since Blackthorn wood are meant to be used by those who follow the path of Warriors this piece would be meant for those who will never stop fighting if the fire in them lives."
And then they moved to the last piece and this one caused Harry to unknowingly widen his eyes as he looked upon a familiar piece of wood.
Turning to the boy he was shocked as well "Of all the pieces Mr. Potter this one is shocking, for what we have here is something I found upon one of my trips around the world. For this piece was a part of the Tree of Life."
"Per the locals of Bahrain, a country in the Middle East this tree could grow in the middle of a vast desert for 400 to 500 years, some would consider this to be a tree of miracles as it is the only living thing among the land of death. Whatever reason it maybe Mr. Potter for you to have this, we will see when the time comes. Now let us move to your cores." As they move towards the table that had four glowing pieces of hair, a jar with dark substance, and another with glowing clear substance.
Looking upon the items Ollivander was confused as he has never seen these before "I don't know what these are Mr. Potter but I can tell from the aura that these are very powerful, and the presence these give is of destruction and chaos." Giving him a look that showed there was no humor at all
"You have better swear to me now that you will be extra careful and that you never use these for harm, do you swear Mr. Potter?!" seeing the nod and genuine look on his face he continued,
And looking upon the next ones a familiar one he continued "This one if I'm not mistaken is one I was gifted with from the Holy Lands of Israel in the Middle East." He then looked off as if he was in a memory.
"While I was traveling the world, I made my way to a country called Israel and looked upon one of the very temples were I unexpectedly saved the life of a local who was lost and nearly died in the desert, after I healed him he then as a token of appreciation he gave me a jar that he risked his life for." Opening the jar, they were treated to the sight of a powerful aura emitting from the jar.
"Per the mans knowledge, he said that this is called Holy Oil, and unfortunately, I do not know much about this, but I suspect that this can be used to purify or burn anything evil, so I am very excited to see what will come out of this." Having a small giddy moment, he then moved on to the final piece, a jar with clear liquid sparkling like diamonds. "This is freely given phoenix tears from the phoenix that had given me his feathers, Phoenix tears have been said to have healing powers, but also symbolize life, regeneration, and resurrection."
Having finally reviewed all the pieces Mr. Ollivander turned to Harry and his eyes and expression was one of with life, opportunity, and of unblinking madness.
"With the power of the woods and cores gathered together I see your wand will represent the power of balance, I say that because each piece is like telling a lore as old as time itself, the lore of life and death, chaos and justice, the hunter and the defender." You could almost see the sincerity in his eyes as he looked upon Harry.
"With that kind of power, I would say there is no favor of branch of magic, and that this wand contains so much power within itself that I know for sure that as you grow so will the wand itself making it perfect to help you with your power. And after its creation I can say without certainty that this wand will have the greatest potential to be more powerful than the fabled Elder Wand, and that I will be proud to be the crafter of such a masterpiece, and cement myself as the greatest wander maker who ever lived." Rubbings his hands together Ollivander decided to begin.
After two hours of watching Ollivander crafting and casting magic to make the wood weave and blend together as they were made from one block, and after the crafting he brought the cores into a cauldron with what seemed to be potion that seemed to remind harry of the liquid in the pensive.
When Ollivander place the core items into the cauldron he turned to Harry "Now Mr. Potter for this to proceed further and make the cores and wood unite together and make it a bridge to your magic core I need three drops of your blood." Adding the blood the potion then started glowing red, at that moment the man placed the wand into the cauldron and both watched as the potion seemed to soak into the wand.
Levitating the wand out and seeing nothing was wrong with it they both left the back and Harry watched as Ollivander finished levitating the wand gently to the table and gestured Harry to take the wand.
As he grabbed the wand a gasp escapes his lips as like the first time when he held his first wand a powerful current of energy surged through him and glow of green energy and swirl of fire and electricity from the wand rushed through the shop. But the odd thing was this surge was more powerful than when he held his wand in his past life.
Seeing that the magic flow the man continued "It seems the bonding experience was a success, now because your blood was made to bond you with your wand, this will make it so no one other than you or someone who is bonded to you to be allowed to use your wand. Otherwise those who don't will get a nasty burning experience when they touch the wand." Placing the wand in the black box with the purple satin padding he looks upon Ollivander again
"Mr. Ollivander I like to ask you something?" seeing he has the wand maker's attention he continues "Do you happen to have wand holsters or know where I can find a place that sells them?" smiling at him Ollivander opened a drawer on the desk in the room and he pulls what looked like an arm holster
"It so happens that have only one left, I have made them back during the first war with you-know-who, and when it was over there was no need for them" he said, handed him the holster.
"These wrist wand holsters are spelled so that only you can remove them from your wrist and when you attach it and place a drop of blood on it, it will key so that only you can see it and remove your wand from it. To access your wand, you merely must flick your wrist, and your wand will appear in either hand."
Taking the wand holster and attaching it to his wrist, Harry bowed to the elder man "Thank you so much for your help Mr. Ollivander for everything, I hope to make this wand worth the hard work put to it."
Smiling at the compliment the man peered into Mr. Potter eyes as if he was seeing into his soul "It is no problem at all Mr. Potter, I know it was worth it because after all I think it is clear, that we can expect great things from you. After all, He-who-must-not-be-named did great things. Terrible, yes, but great." After wards Harry paid for the wand and the holster and the boy left the shop and continued with his shopping business.
Ĥ(Flashback End-Present time)Ĥ
Looking more into the wand, he at first wondered about those four hairs that had Ollivander spooked, but when he felt the auras from them he knew what they were but wondered how it was possible that ended up with four fragments of power from the four horsemen of the apocalypse.
But for a moment he thought about the horsemen rings that were used to help create the gate that lead him to the past. And wonder if perhaps as he was returning to the past, could his soul have gained some of that power while he was traveling, or did the rings become a part of his magic until they were called out to help make his wand, and took the forms of 'no pun intended' horse hairs. Whatever the case maybe, a small part of Harry is curious to see what happens from here.
Moving on and seeing he was almost done packing he starts petting Hedwig and began remembering the next day he woke up in intense pain and looked to see his body completely changed to what he looks like now or the fact the curse scar he had faded like when the horcrux was destroyed, not only that he somehow also had the scar next to his right eye (think like Anakin Skywalker in SWIII) and that brought back to how he got it.
The day he got the scar was when the day when the whole family, his and the Weasleys were killed by Ron and the Demon Azael, after a broken and enraged Harry fought Ron with the intention to kill, a soulless but desperate Ron shot the curse he stole from Harry's Journal 'sectumsempra'.
While Harry blocked most of it from killing him some of the stray spell got passed the shield and cut around his eye, while it did not damage his eye it did provide Ron a means to escape and left hoping that Harry died from the attack, but unfortunately since Harry blocked the curse and knew how to wandlessly cast the healing spell for the curse so he could live.
He could not know why the eye scar was there, but did have a supposition it had something to do with what Death told him when he came back.
How his older magic core going to his younger body. He already figured his older core would destroy the Horcrux in his scar by overpowering it. So, he must have figured the eye scar must have been a side-effect from the magic combining.
The body had been the awakening of his Drakul abilities, besides the body growth he saw that all the scars and the signs of malnourishment that the old fat bastard called Vernon gave him were gone.
Continuing to look at the eye scar he thought it might make it more to distinguish for himself to make people see him as 'Harry Potter' then 'the boy who lived' but then again, he shouldn't hold his breath for that.
Not only that, every time he looked at the scar he remembers the promise he made on the graves of his family 'No second chances for traitors'.
Finally, after sorting his thoughts and seeing he is packed up he puts on his blue jeans, boots, black short sleeve shirt with his dark green over shirt (Dean's outfit).
After his clothes, he then places his wand in the holster, and then as an old habit put a combat knife (that he stole from a hunting store in London) in a holster in his back pocket hidden under the shirt, and then grabs a leather band journal and looked upon the first page before he closed it and put it in his trunk.
As he was leaving he was going over to the two things he had to make sure happens while he is at Hogwarts as soon as possible.
The first is make sure on the night during the full moon, he had to get to the room of Requirement and create a ritual room to add runes to his wand to keep from being destroyed, as well as add rune tattoos to his body to make some protections and upgrades.
The second and the most important point is to not hinder his potential like he did in the past. That was one thing he hated about Ron was that he would always get jealous when Harry was doing better than him, so Harry out of pity and wanting to stay friends with Ron decided to hold back his skill and knowledge to make Ron feel good about himself.
Well this time he was going to use deception to hide his true power but hide enough to make sure he was advance as a first year, and make teachers think he was a potential prodigy.
After finishing his checklist Harry got everything and left the room and thanked Tom for letting him stay and made sure to pay along with a small tip for future business, and got a cab to Kings Cross with some Muggle money he traded at Gringotts in advance for this occasion.
As he got to Kings Cross walked all around to where he knew the station by memory, finding the platform and seeing it was 10:30 he went through the portal between two platforms and came upon the familiar sign that said 9 ¾ Hogwarts Express, and beyond that was a familiar red and black with some gold trimmings steam engine train.
Walking towards the train he remembered something with Hedwig, taking her out of the cage he held her out on his arm "Hey Hedwig, do you remember the way to Hogwarts from one of your flying trips?" managing to hear a hoot from her in all this noise he continued "Well do you want to come with me on the Hogwarts Express? Or do you want to fly there on your own?"
Hedwig tilted her head to the side in wonder, before flapping her wings she then gave a hoot.
"Alright then, be safe out their girl." stroking her feathers he held his arm out, before leaving him she moved and gave an affectionate nip of his ear, then took off through the now open wind out the station and onto Hogwarts.
Shrinking the cage and placing it in one of the compartments in his trunk Harry entering the compartment he knew from memory he used the levitation charm and placed the trunk in the compartments above the seats.
Looking at the trunk he purchased on his first day of shopping harry had to pat himself on the back when he thought of the smart idea of purchasing the trunk, and now knowing about the benefits of getting a trunk that he felt would help in the future, with security to hiding anything he felt would be dangerous in the wrong hands.
After getting one that he felt perfect Harry purchased a custom-made trunk that was magic, blood and lock code protected, it was 6 compartment that were apartment size, made with dragon-hide of a Norwegian Ridgeback to protect against fire and magic. One of the features that he requested was that it can be casted with the feather weight charm, enlarging and shrinking charms.
It was pricey, but Harry remembered the old muggle saying he heard from the Americans 'It maybe pricy but in the end, very cent counts'.
When the train started move Harry lied back on one side of the compartment, and decided to get a little nap until it was time to face some old familiar faces again.
Right when the country side started to show Harry opened his eyes when he heard the door open and in came someone that if it wasn't for his Occlumency training he would have outright given the person an AK and be done with it.
But unfortunately, he was on a train with hundreds of witnesses and he would spend the rest of life in Azkaban as punishment, or maybe worse.
Blinking back to reality he looks upon the person identified as Ron Weasley who looks like he was asking him something "I'm sorry what did you say?" trying to play clueless and saw the red head speaking.
"I was asking was anyone sitting there?" he asked, pointing at the seat opposite of Harry. "do you mind, everywhere else is full?" straining to try putting on a friendly face on the outside while inside he was wanting to torture the slimy no pun intended 'Weasel' but decided to not too…for now.
'Let's see if I can handle him on this ride, hmm…how about I give him three strikes, and if he can't reign in his git attitude for that long then I'll layout a tongue lashing that'll smash his ego, and then give me an excuse to leave before I snap and prematurely kill him.'
"Not at all, help yourself," Harry said with a small gesture towards the seat, which Ron did help himself to, and Harry decided to go and slip his leather-bound journal out and decided to look it over and keep to himself.
When half an hour passed, Ron tried but could not seem to read the mood and tried talk to Harry when he saw him reading a leather band book.
Finally seeming to get his attention from Harry's reading he tried in his own way to start a conversation "You look like a decent enough bloke, what's your name, and what's up with that scar next to your eye?" tensing for the moment from the obvious rude question he took a breath and when he tried to look back at the book he lost his place 'strike one, and I already want to knock that git out.' Looking at Ron he gave a small subtle glare with a small edge tone.
"You know it is inappropriate to ask for someone's name before giving yours first out as a courtesy, as for the scar you asked about? That is none of your concern." Trying but failing to sound calm.
Blushing to his ears as a tomato he mumbled sorry and tried again "M-My name is Ron…Ron Weasley. So, what is your name?" Just before Harry was about to begrudgingly answer there was a knock on the door of their compartment and a round-faced boy that Harry was mentally smiling to see who it was.
"Sorry," the boy said dejectedly, "But have any of you guys seen a toad at all?" When they shook their heads, he wailed, "I've lost him! He keeps getting away from me!" While this was happening, Ron looked at him with disgust think he was acting like a crybaby. Harry on the other hand walked up and patted him on the shoulder.
"Don't worry he'll turn up," said Harry "Tell me have you checked the baggage compartment? It's nice and dark back there maybe it's in there."
"Yes, I already did," said Neville miserably and moved to leave the compartment. "Well, if you see him..." but was stopped when Harry stopped him again.
"Wait I just thought of something, have you asked the prefects to help? Cause it's possible that you can ask them to summon your toad for you…or something along those lines." Adding a little subtle idea into the mix.
Right then the boy's eyes open in shock "Wow, why didn't I think of that, that was brilliant thanks, my names Neville…Neville Longbottom what's your name?" smiling at him and ignoring Ron looking at him "My name is Harry…Harry Potter, pleasure."
After seeing two sets of eyes widen in shock he goes back to his seat and back to looking at his book hearing Neville thank him and saying to himself 'Wait till I tell Gran I met Harry Potter' and ignoring Ron's obvious mind shock with his mouth open.
Five minutes later Ron seemed to come back to reality and once again tried to start a conversation…poorly "S-So are you really Harry Potter?" not even breaking his concentration from his book he mumbles "Obviously, why?" trying to drop the conversation.
But unfortunately, Ron is as stubborn as he is ignorant "It's just that do you really have the…the scar?" as if talking about a big secret.
What he got was Harry groaning and mumbled' "Yes, I do why do you ask?" and was trying to ignore Ron who trying to look around harry in his personal space as if he was examining him like an art piece in an exhibit "It's just I want to know where it is, it is like the most legendary mark that shows you are the boy-who-lived, a celebrity." After hearing that Harry was silently trying to keep the headache down that was trying to kill his patience 'strike two, if you know what's good for you Ron. I would back off right now', and he just ignored him and continued to read.
After another five minutes Ron tried to talk to him again, and next words would soon be his last. "So what did you do to take down you-know-who, do you remember what you did, or remember what…" and out of nowhere Harry just slammed the book shut which caused the red head to jump in fright, that right there was when Ron burned any chances he had to play nice, 'that's it strike three'.
Gazing upon the very rude boy his eyes gone from the shiny emeralds to the dark forest green that would freeze hell as he looked upon the boy "Are you asking me if I remember the night my parents were killed?" asked Harry, his voice stone cold and snarling.
Harry stood up and glared down at the red head, grasping his hands as his knuckles were popping and his arms shaking. "What's wrong with you, how dare you ask me that!? Tell me Ron how would you like it if your parents were murdered by a Bastard killer and I asked you if you remember that night! What brilliant idea was it to ask me that? In fact, did you even think before asking me that?"
By now the boy looked like he was about to piss himself. His body was positively shaking, and his face had gone white. When every time Harry was yelling something to him he kept leaning closer was causing Ron to shrink back more into his seat. When combined with his wide eyes the boy truly looked like he was about to faint.
Trying to save himself he tries to respond "I…I…I" but whatever he tried to say seemed to be stuck and he couldn't say anything.
Taking a deep breath, Harry breathed through his nose trying to calm down and focused on his mental barriers and removing the killing tension in the air which made Ron's calm his heart a bit but still look scared. "I…" he tried again to say something but it was too late.
Harry snapped his gaze at him held his hand up to stop him there, and decided to leave now while he still can, and save the git by not killing him…Well for now anyway. Or at least he would say something that should not be said.
So, grabbing his shrunken and feather weight trunk, grab his book and walked towards the door jerking it open, he looked back with his cold eyes and spoke in a tone that would haunt one's dreams. "I would advise that you learn some manners before you ever speak to me again, this is your final warning." before slamming the door shut on his way out.
Leaving the compartment, he moved to one of the bathrooms and proceeded to wash his face and calm down, when he was done he looked to himself and closed his eyes at think about his little episode he pulled off and decided to find another compartment
'Still while I felt that was over the top, I felt like I was looking at the traitor instead of the once first friend I had.' After taking a deep breath and finished washing his face he walked out of the bathroom, 'but still at least if this works out I might be able to get him in another house or at least keep him away from me.'
"Excuse me, are you alright?"
Harry turned around at the sound of the voice to see a girl around his age with a lot bushy brown hair, brown eyes. She was already wearing her school robes. Recognizing the hair, he had to hold back the hug he wanted to give her so bad.
"I'm fine I just had to cool off, I had a disagreement with someone from my compartment and decided to find another." Harry told her. "Can I help you with anything?" and gave a small smile to relieve the tension.
"Oh! Um, yes," the bushy haired girl said. "You see; I was wondering if you've seen a toad anywhere? A boy named Neville lost his." And she seemed to accept the situation and seemed a bit calmer.
"While I haven't seen a toad anywhere," Harry informed the girl, whose shoulders seemed to slump a bit. "But actually, I just recently met Neville and suggested to speak to one of the prefects and asking them if he or she can use the summoning charm to summon the toad?"
The girl blinked several times as she looked at him, then her eyes widened. It seemed she hadn't thought of that. "That's fascinating I wonder why I didn't think of that, thank you for telling me…"as she was about to walk away she stopped for and looked back embarrassed "I'm so sorry I forgot to ask who you were I'm Hermione Granger, and you are?" biting her bottom lip in nervousness, which Harry always thought it was cute.
Shaking his head, Harry smiled back making her feel more comfortable "It's ok my name is Harry Potter." Which caused Hermione eyes to widen as to who she was talking to.
"Amazing, I read about you in a few extra books for background reading and you were in Rise and fall of the Dark arts." Harry, amused. 'Same old Hermione I guess things never really change.'
"So tell me Harry so do you know what house you'll be in? I've been asking around and got an idea of what I want, I hope I'm in Gryffindor it sounds by far the best. And I hear Dumbledore himself was in it."
Groaning mentally on the one problem with Hermione he remembered was the constant need to follow higher ups without question as if their word is law, something he knew he was going to get rid of ASAP.
"I honestly would not put so much faith in joining a house because of Dumbledore," Harry muttered. "No man is perfect and will always make a mistake, and he tends to make mistakes and when he does, they're big. But tell me you like books don't you, you crave for knowledge, don't you?" she seemed hesitant at first but then nod.
"Don't worry I won't call you a bookworm or anything, it's just with your mind and your thirst for knowledge I can see you in Ravenclaw. And with others like you, you can then have friends with a thirst to study and passion to learn, besides there are no rules to say you can be friends with others outside your houses and I can be friends with you if you go there anyway, and there are others who could to."
Seeing her look deep in thought he knew he got her where she was needed, if this works he can keep Ron away from her incase he is in Gryffindor, she can have better self-confidence being around her passion, and she will have friends who can give her a good competition without people calling her a know it all.
When she was done thinking she smiled at Harry "I-I never thought of that, and I guess you're right, but um, did you really mean that? A-about us being friends regardless what house you're in?" when he nods his head her shoulder slumped in relief "Thank you, I better get back and it was nice meeting you Harry." Giving a 'you too' he walked off finding a place to sit.
As he was passing by several compartments he eventually found one that was not crowded, knocking on the door, he managed to get the attention of the two girls within the compartment. One of them was a blond-haired girl with pig tails and a cheery smile which Harry remembered was Hannah Abbot, and the other was a red head whose hair was more into the same red coloration of his mother which he knew was Susan Bones.
Both looked up when he knocked, and Harry opened the door enough to poke his head in. "Sorry to interrupt you ladies, I was wondering would you two mind if I sit with you?" he asked.
The two girls looked at each other for a moment, before Hannah looked back at him with a bright smile. "Not at all," she said, her voice just as cheerful as her face. "Come on in." while Susan smiled and waved him in.
"Thank you very much." While opening the door, and walked in took his journal out and then put the shrunken trunk into the compartments.
Ĥ(Hogsmade train station)Ĥ
As the train made a stop and all the students were leaving their compartments, with the older students out first until it came for the first years to leave the train, when Harry leaped out and balanced himself he turned around and held his hand out and took hold of both Hannah's and Susan's hand helping them down which got him bright smiles from both the girls, as they started following the crowd.
"Firs' years! Firs' years over here!"
A loud voice called out, one that made Harry smile as he knew that voice anywhere, and he turned upon seeing a very familiar giant, 'I know we never had the same meeting as before but it is good to see you Hagrid, we will be talking soon.'
"C'mon, follow me – any more firs' years? Mind yer step, now! Firs' years follow me!"
Soon coming upon a narrow path on the edge of a familiar black lake and several boats that was the tradition for the first years to ride to the castle. And there, sitting perched atop the mountain side was the grand castle that Hogwarts itself.
While many students were showing how awe they were of the presence of the castle, Harry was smiling at seeing the place he felt was a second home to him regardless how old he was, and it was good to see it again, and for a short moment he suddenly had a flash back of the time when he saw the castle in ruins during one of his encounters with the snake and more were flashing when the remolded castle was destroyed again during a battle of Azazel and his demons which lasted for two days until he retreated after his minions were dead and his title of 'The Emerald Reaper' was born.
"No more'n four to a boat!" The giant called out as he pointed towards the small fleet of boats sitting on the shore by the water. Looking over he saw Susan and Hannah were over with two other girls and decided to let them be looking over he saw room for one more with two girls and a boy and went to sit down with them.
As the boats began to glide across the waters surface by Hagrid's command, and they made their way to the castle in the distance.
After the boats made it to the castle Harry stepped out of the boat along with helping the girls he sat with and then made his way along the path with the three students he just met, following the giant man as they and the others walked up a flight of stone steps only to stop in front of the door. The friendly giant Hagrid knocked on the door exactly three times. Then without showing any struggle door swung open immediately, and when everyone walked in Harry looked up and saw the familiar face of Professor McGonagall standing outside the entrance to the Great Hall looking as stern as ever.
"The firs' years, professor McGonagall," the giant announced in a happy voice.
"Thank you, Hagrid," Professor McGonagall said as Harry heard her firm tone. "I will take them from here." As Hagrid walked away to where Harry now knew was a route to the entrance to the back end of the great hall where the staff table was. Harry then directed his attention to where could hear the droning of all the other first years before they were silenced by McGonagall hand and allowed her to speak.
"Welcome to Hogwarts," Professor McGonagall began, "The start-of-term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your houses. The Sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your house will be something like your family within Hogwarts. You will have classes with the rest of your house, sleep in your house dormitory, and spend free time in your house common room.
"The four houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Each house has its own noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn your house points, while any rule breaking will lose house points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup, a great honor. I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever house becomes yours." After her little speech, she then went to crack the door open to enter the hall but before entering she looked back to the soon to be students. "The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school. I suggest you all smarten yourselves up as much as you can while you are waiting."
Harry saw her gaze linger on Neville whose cloak was fastened under his left ear, and Ron who had a smudge of dirt on his nose. "I shall return when we are ready for you," said Professor McGonagall. "Please wait quietly."
As Professor McGonagall left, Harry took a moment to look around the room. All the other first years looked nervous, Hermione was muttering spells very quickly under her breath, Ron was tittering nervously as he told anyone near him that his brother said they had to pass some kind of test, even Hannah and Susan looked nervous as well.
Blocking the noises out Harry took a moment to bring up his thoughts about concerning the sorting, and what needs to be done.
First, he plans that no matter what to stick with Gryffindor. Not only because he was the heir, or for some reason or another, but because he knew to preserve the timeline like Death said he had to make sure some key elements have to be done.
Otherwise if something went wrong like being in Ravenclaw or Slytherin would create a paradox worse than Dumbledore's.
The other thing he thought about was that he needs to shows all the other first years that just because you are of a different house doesn't mean they can be friends with others. He especially plans to make friends with some good people he knew from Slytherin, because if he can do that he would be taking out some chunk of followers for Riddle. As well as saving some possible victims from the junior munchers.
His attention was torn from his musings and observations when a scream rang near the back of the crowd.
And from years of civilians in danger, or banshees coming for his soul Harry's Hunter senses kick in and he spun around on the balls of his left foot, and prepared reach for a knife he kept in a holster above his back pocket and was ready to prepare to both fight and protect the bystanders.
Only stand down and move his hand back to his side when saw the cause of the scream. Ghosts. About twenty of them in all. Human apparitions made from what looked like ectoplasm or some other form of spiritual matter. Pearly-white and semi-translucent, the ghosts glided across the hall, not even bothering to pay attention to the first years. They seemed to be in the middle of an argument.
"Forgive and forget, I say," what looked like a fat monk was saying, "we ought to give him a second chance –"
"My dear Friar, haven't we given Peeves all the chances he deserves? He gives us all a bad name and you know, he's not really even a ghost – I say, what are you all doing here?" A ghost wearing tights had suddenly noticed the first years.
Nobody answered.
"New students!" said the Fat Friar, smiling around at them. "About to be Sorted, I suppose?"
A few people nodded mutely.
"Hope to see you in Hufflepuff!" said the Friar. "My old house, you know."
"Move along now," said a sharp voice he knew to be nearly headless Nick. "The Sorting Ceremony's about to start."
Professor McGonagall had returned. One by one, the ghosts floated away through the opposite wall.
"Now, form a line," Professor McGonagall told the first years, "and follow me."
With the doors opened every single first years looked inside the Great Hall and saw all the older students in all different tables and in the far end of the hall was the table for staff members and in the center of table was a throne like chair. And up above them the ceiling looked to be transparent to look like the night sky.
Professor McGonagall soon stopped and looked to all the students with a parchment in her hand, and Harry brought his mind back to the present so he could pay attention to her. It looked like the Sorting was about to finally begin.
"When I call your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted," she said. "Abbott, Hannah!"
Harry watched as the blond girl he had met from before walked up to the stool and sat down. She looked nervous, he noted.
"HUFFLEPUFF!" shouted the hat.
The table on the right cheered and clapped as Hannah went to sit down at the Hufflepuff table. Harry saw the ghost of the Fat Friar waving merrily at her.
"Bones, Susan!"
"HUFFLEPUFF!" shouted the hat again, and Susan scuttled off to sit next to Hannah who hugged the girl as soon as she arrived.
"Boot, Terry!"
"RAVENCLAW!"
After waiting for all the other kids to be sorted the next student up was Neville Longbottom, the round-faced boy whose robe was quickly fastened under his left ear. He looked far more nervous than all the other students, almost tripping on his own two feet in his haste to get his sorting over with. Unfortunately for Neville, the hat took much longer to decide where it would sort him, that was until out of nowhere the hat shouted.
"GRYFFINDOR!" which then gave the red robbed students to cheer loudly and causing Neville to relax and run to the table.
More and more people went, and Harry's mind automatically identified and memorized each one of them. A mile a minute he was going through to see the ones he knew, and those that he didn't he wanted to make sure that there weren't any disruptions in the timeline. And for those that he knew, it seems there aren't any changes which was good for what he has planned.
Harry would have continued with this thought were it not for a call of "Potter, Harry!"
And then it was his turn. Harry straightened his back and set his shoulders as he strode forward with confident steps like that of an Alpha male. He held his head high, projecting the air of someone who did not feel even the slightest bit of fear.
Whispers broke out amongst the hall.
"Potter, did she say?"
"The Harry Potter?"
"Wow, he's really tall for a first year."
"Look at how handsome he is!"
Sitting down, the last thing Harry saw before the hat dropped onto his head was the entirety of the Great Hall staring at him in breathless anticipation.
For a moment, nothing happened and Harry suddenly felt an intrusion into his mind. It felt like someone was poking around in his head with a stick. Normally Harry would have realized that the Sorting Hat was trying to talk to Harry and help him sort to his house.
However, after years as a hunter, the paranoia built after dealing with monsters and religious beings able to use abilities to affect the mind, and the fact that he has all the knowledge of the future. Harry would have a hair trigger on trusting to allow anyone into his mind.
Especially after a brief judgement call thinking that it could be Dumbledore trying to get a probe in his mind wondering if Harry is going to be in Gryffindor.
So, thinking with his instinct, he subtly prepared his magic to unleash a small control power and shove the intruder out.
However, a voice entered his mind, stopping him in his tracks.
'Be at ease, Mr. Potter. I am not going to harm you in anyway.'
Hearing a familiar voice Harry stopped himself.
"Forgive me, I am not too familiar with all this." Trying to not give his true reason for his 'jump the gun' moment.
"No reason for apologizing ." reassuring the boy "Every child who comes here has a different reaction to me, and some with strong barriers like yours or even better would react like that."
Stopping for a moment the hat then continued "In fact the way you reacted is like one who is being interrogated for information, and while I would like to know just out of curiosity, but instead I will just leave it be." And while he didn't say it he did notice relief in the boy's mind.
'Now it seems that you are a very difficult choice here, you possess all the traits of the Founders in equal amounts. No one trait is any more prevalent than another…ah I see here, there is a little stray thought here, talking about preserving something…and it seems you have already made your decision. Whatever choice you made I wish you the best of luck and looking forward to see what you make here my Lord.' And before McGonagall or Dumbledore could come up to ask what was taking so long the hat out of nowhere announces his decision.
"Better be…Gryffindor!"
(Authors Note 2/28/17)
Oh realty, I hate you so much. The reason being is because thanks to reality I was so side tracked, writers blocked, and been in a whirlwind of trying to balance my schedule with my new job.
Thanks to some technicalities from my last job, I was let go, and that was week after I posted the last chapter, but after an offer I was given by someone close to me I was able to land on my feet and get a better job, however the only problem I have is my schedule is very random, and when I mean random i truly mean random as there will be times I can have time off or not, or even work 1, 2, or even three days a week. But now that this chapter is done I will try to get as much as I can onto the next one.
Now that I have this done I can get to work on Ch.2 of Golden Angel, and onto my newest obsession to make, a NarutoxRWBY crossover.
Thanks again everyone for reading, if you have questions, comments please review, PM, fav., follow. And see you guys again.
This is the newly named TheGizmoDragon signing off.
