Harry Potter: Otherworld
As Before So Now
***No own no sue. ***
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I will keep a running list of male to female names as characters are introduced at the end of each chapter.
***HP:O ***
"It's… nothing really."
Lily frowned, while nearby Sirius cracked a grin, "Didn't know you and my niece were so… close." He had meant it as a tease, but the growl received from the boy's parents quickly had him backpedaling.
Harry, seeing the ensuing argument, was quick to try and diffuse the situation, "It isn't like that. She's just… weird. She sends me birthday or Christmas gifts and we've talked a few times during the school year."
"What sort of gifts?" This time it was James who asked, eyes narrowing in suspicion.
The teen did his best to shrug nonchalantly, "Just… weird stuff you know? Like pictures."
"Pictures?"
"Y-yeah, of me, I mean it's weird and all but whatever."
All the adults were now staring, "Harry… that doesn't sound healthy or normal. It sounds like…"
"A stalker, it sounds like your damn niece is stalking my son Sirius!"
The older man flinched, "It… it isn't my fault. Not like I went to Cissa and said, 'hey could you ask your oldest daughter to follow my godson around and be as creepy as possible?' You know I wouldn't do that."
There wasn't really a word for the sound that emanated from James Potter in that moment, "Uh excuse me? You would absolutely do that!"
Once more the younger male had to interrupt, "Look it's not… a big deal alright? Sure, she's odd and takes creepy pictures of me but she's harmless. I've dealt with a lot worse than her before so if the most dangerous thing in my life is a Malfoy who doesn't understand personal space or normal conversation then I'll handle it."
"We'll handle it" Amy easily corrected as her sister nodded in agreement. "You've done enough for one year Harry, enough for one lifetime. You can let your overprotective sisters handle things now."
The warmth in his smile put them all at ease.
***HP:O ***
With the awkward conversation out of the way the rest of the group birthday went by quickly. Tonks and her mother had stopped by, which led to an awkward apology from the Auror and a further uncomfortable conversation with James and Lily about interviewing their son without adult or lawyer present.
The gifts to all three children were various but mostly predictable. Quidditch supplies and trinkets for Amy, books and school supplies for the two raven-haired teens. Even Riddle's gift was a large text, one containing more advanced elemental techniques and spells.
Mostly it was just time to be spent with friends and family, time that wasn't spent worrying about school or life and death situations. There were no threats or foreboding terrors looming over their heads.
Just teenagers laughing and relaxing with each other and the adults in their lives, happy as the sun was bright.
***HP:O ***
Although there had been insistences the boy-who-lived ignored them in the end and opted to open the 'surprise' gift in the privacy of his own room. It had been a bit embarrassing before and the last thing he needed was teasing about receiving something weird from a Malfoy.
It was bad getting the awkward gifts in the first place.
Still, the envelope was much smaller than the last, meaning pictures were unlikely as was any large physical object.
Maybe it was just back to the creepy love notes? The thought had Harry pausing in his careful opening of the seal, contemplating just how far he had come when 'creepy love note' was the best possible option.
Continuing, he slipped a single piece of parchment, blinking in surprise at the fact it was completely blank when the silence was broken by a soft voice.
"Hello my love."
His eyes widened in shock, she had sent him the equivalent of a Howler, except it wasn't shouting it was…
"I've missed you, seeing your smiling face, hearing your wonderful voice. I was hoping we could meet this summer, just the two of us."
He flushed bright red with embarrassment. It was bad enough getting a handwritten letter full of flirtations but to have her speaking to him, her voice low and almost musical…
It wasn't something he had ever dealt with before and he wasn't sure how to react.
"Do you think of me? Do you dream of me? Our life together will be so perfect, I will shower you with love and affection every single day, give you anything and everything you could ever want."
Did boys talk like this where he had come from? How did girls not die of embarrassment if they did?
"I will write you poems every day, give you the world, give you children."
Aaaaaaand it was back to the unsettling creepiness again. Well, no, it was unsettling when this whole thing started, got worse when she talked about having a future together and now was talking about future children.
He made a mental promise that if he heard even a hint of names for said hypothetical children, he would burn the object without a second thought.
"I've spoken with my parents."
Wait, what?
"And told them of my intentions."
She fucking did what!?
"They will come around in time, and by Christmas I will have everything laid out for you. Wait for me, my love."
It didn't fizzle and burn out or anything else, instead folding itself back into a square implying he could listen again for some reason. Harry Potter, however, was far too stunned to do any such thing, his mind racing of what the hell he was going to do next.
***HP:O ***
"Harry, could we talk to you for a moment, please?"
The boy nodded from where he laid on his bed, going over some summer schoolwork, and sat up. "Anything wrong?"
James was quick to shake his head, perhaps a bit too quick, "No, no of course not we just… wanted to talk to you about last year."
They had spoken, at least enough to clear the air and dissolve any misunderstandings, but there was still so much left unspoken. "We would like to demand that you not to do anything like that in the future, not to put yourself in harm's way, to let the staff or Aurors, or just an adult handle the situation." Lily continued, quickly holding her hand up when Harry was prepared to protest, "But we both know why you did what you did. You felt responsible, felt like you were the only option, and first year certainly didn't help anything. We've been in contact with Dumbledore about how displeased we are with everything that has happened, and she agrees. We don't want you hurt Harry, you, or any other child."
He nodded, "Neither do I, which was one of the reasons I had to do something."
The older man looked upset for a moment, before taking off his glasses and running his hand over his face, "We don't… know how to deal with this Harry. Hogwarts is supposed to be safe, somewhere you and the girls can learn and grow as people, not fight off ancient monsters and risk your lives. This didn't happen when we were young, we aren't sure what to do. We want you to do your best not to get involved from now on in these types of things."
Harry understood and searched his own heart for an answer, but there was none to be found. If he was a parent, he would undoubtedly pull his children from a place so clearly dangerous, but he also knew it wasn't a good solution, no matter how tempting.
Naturally, the next question didn't just rip him from his mental debate, but also had him discombobulated, "What do you think about Snape?"
He stared, and stared, and stared some more at the redhead who had asked the question. It wasn't in anger, or hatred, or mistrust, or anything else but more of a mild curiosity. "I uh…"
James decided in that moment to clarify the question, "Serena Snape was the one who told us about what happened to Harriet and came to the house to tell us in person and ask us if we needed anything. I… we know things have been awkward with her, that maybe it felt like she was betraying Dumbledore or Riddle or even you but… it seems like she had your best interest in mind for once."
The boy-who-lived nodded slowly, still unsure of where they were going with the conversation.
"What we want to know, Harry," Lily continued, "Is how you feel about her now. Nothing will change the past but… if something were to happen again, if something awful happened, would you feel comfortable going to her if there was no other option."
It was complicated, and he knew that wasn't the answer either adult wanted. In his own time Snape had been a bully and arsehole, but the reasoning behind those actions made things complex. Still, he likely would have trusted Snape to a degree, at least by his fifth year.
In this world though, things were more straightforward. Snape was less of a kindred, bullied, soul and more of a sexual predator turned arsehole teacher. Still, despite her past, and actions towards Amy and Harriet, she seemed to want the safety of the students. She had been concerned his first year about Riddle's own actions, whether it was due to their rivalry or genuine concern he wasn't quite sure.
Second year she had managed to get Dumbledore and Riddle removed, but it seemed more likely that she was opting only for the most obvious suspect.
He let out a deep sigh, "I don't know… maybe? It's hard for me to look past what she's done and how she continues to act but…"
Lily nodded, "But she does seem to take the safety of others seriously."
***HP:O ***
"Remind me why we are here again."
Grace smiled as they walked through the halls, giving the occasional nod towards other individuals, "Because part of my job is to ensure you are introduced into the world that your skills would best align with. You are a duelist Harry, even if you haven't officially competed yet. These will be your peers one day."
"Yeah, I understand that. What I am asking is why are we here if I'm not even going to participate."
The pair approached a large set of double doors, entering what was a massive room with high ceilings and several raised platforms were duels were either being conducted, or setup. "It will be a good experience for you, to see what kind of lifestyle you would have, what all is involved. So many graduates go into a field not realizing the finer points of what they would be doing. In this world observation is nearly as important as participation."
As they made their way along the side, towards where audience members were seated, a voice rang out that stopped them. "Well, well if it isn't the prodigy herself. Haven't seen you in forever Riddle."
Grace smiled as she turned, "Carolyn Ricci, it's been a long time." The two exchanged a handshake, before the newcomer, whose age appeared to be around that of Riddle's, if perhaps a bit younger, looked towards the boy.
"And who might you be?" It wasn't anger or annoyance as Harry might have suspected, there were few other men in the room and they looked more like accompanying spouses than participants, but intrigue. She extended her hand, much as he had seen in his first year, and despite his own misgivings he met her silent request and watched as she kissed his moments later.
"This is Harry Potter. I have taken on the role of his mentor while he is at school."
"Have you now?" the interest in the other woman's voice, along with a much thicker Italian accent than moments prior, becoming evident, "I've never known you to take interest in such a way before, but I can certainly see why you would make an exception."
His back straightened in annoyance. Once more it was an adult judging him based on his appearance rather than anything else. Luckily, Grace was quick to interrupt before he could say something insulting. "The decision was made based on his skills, nothing more."
Carolyn hummed, though whether it was in agreement or just acknowledgement the boy wasn't quite sure.
***HP:O ***
The tournament itself had been more interesting than Harry originally thought. Sure, there were the few ridiculous contestants who either made fools of themselves or dressed so extravagantly it nearly hurt his eyes, but those were few and far between.
Most of the Witches were competent and precise with both their spellwork and movements.
Far more interesting, at least in his mind, was the diversity of both duelist and magic. It wasn't just Europeans participating, but those from neighboring continents as well. Harry had originally assumed the spells would all be of the same variety, Charms or Curses designed to hinder or injure in varying degrees, perhaps some elemental magic considering Grace's insistence that he learn the art. Instead, it was a wide range of magic that would be wielded inside of the protected area.
Following one match the teen opted to ask his guide about it. "Is this normal? All the different types of magic and spells?"
Grace nodded, "I'm not sure how much you know about the other schools, but each one has specialties and differences. Regional distinctions are important, and it forces those who take the sport seriously to do their research otherwise risk being caught off guard and underprepared."
"How far did you make it? Is there a global championship or just individual events?"
She smiled at his interest, "I've won my fair share of regional tournaments, but there isn't a global one I'm afraid. They've tried setting one up before but too many arguments would arise. Some would claim favoritism from the judges, some would say the weather or environment played too much of a factor, others that the arena and region would give natural advantages to the type of magic practiced by those originating from the area. It simply became too much of a burden and led to arguments and open hostility between contestants and even teams."
"Teams? There are teams of duelists?"
"Of course, just like there are Quidditch teams. While it has never been as popular as the sport there are a fair share of professional teams across the world. It allows for the individuals involved to train and share experiences, gives time for collaboration and strategizing, and simply fosters the sense of community that can exist. It also gives a better opportunity for making a career out of the sport. Sponsorships, shared prize money, advertising, it all comes into play."
His head spun. When the idea had first been mentioned he had almost laughed the idea off. The concept of being a 'professional duelist' seemed about as silly as being a celebrity. Surely there were more respectable, and steady, means of earning a living.
But after her explanation the idea didn't seem so far off. Was he at professional level? No, probably not. While he could likely hold his own against some from England, or maybe parts of Europe, he wouldn't have any idea how to deal with an opponent from the Middle East or Africa. Given time though maybe he could. Deep down he still longed for that comradery from his days playing Quidditch and the idea that there might be something similar stirred an excitement deep in his heart.
***HP:O ***
"Okay, now just twirl your wand like so and remember to really get the image in your mind, that's the important part, visualization. The more you understand the object the easier and more accurate the transformation."
Harry nodded slightly as he did as the older man instructed, and sure enough the rock shifted forms into a lightweight sheet moments later.
"Great! Remember, every change you make is going to complicate the transformation. Size, shape, mass all makes a difference and that's not even considering the more complex Transfigurations like machinery or anything with moving parts or objects containing different compositions and elements."
With that the man gestured to a nearby pair of chairs, a universal indication to take a break. Harry did so with ease and appreciation, letting out a breath or two as he did so. "Never thought I was this bad at Transfiguration."
James quickly shook his head, "You aren't Harry, I just think you haven't had the time or proper instruction to really focus on it, but you are catching on quick. You might not be a natural prodigy like me," here the man grinned in a disarming, joking, manner and earned a smile from the boy in return, "but you are certainly talented." The duo sat in silence for a few moments before the older wizard spoke again, "Did McGonagall give you lessons in your own time?"
His answer was the shaking of a head, "No, I mean she was professor and Head of House but…"
"But that's all…"
Harry shrugged, "I wasn't really expecting anything more. I mean she did get me a broom in my first year, but I always thought that might have been to encourage me to win more games."
A frown marred James' face, "She should have done more, done better."
"It wasn't like here, at least I don't think so. Mentorships and all that weren't really a thing so maybe she wasn't as close to you or Lily?" The older seemed far from happy at the explanation, as evident by his frown, and Harry promptly took the opportunity to change the topic. "So, what about the Animagus transformation?"
It worked, and his father grinned before leaning forward with obvious excitement in his eyes, "Now that is a fine bit of magic, really the height of Transfiguration, if you ask me."
Harry nodded in encouragement, "How does it work?"
At that question the other leaned backwards, thoughtful expression on his face, "It's a bit complicated really, it takes a lot more willpower than normal transformations, and a much higher understanding of anatomy and physiology. More than that though you need to understand yourself. The form isn't chosen, it's a natural representation of you, this is what is often the most difficult part, letting go of that control and not trying to force a form that doesn't exist."
"Makes sense, wizards and witches are always trying to control everything, the hardest part would be letting go of that."
James grinned, "See, now you understand. So, I hate to ask since Dumbledore wanted us to avoid the topic and all but… is there anything we should be worried about this year?"
The boy-who-lived wanted to tell him 'No' but he would have said the same thing the previous school year as well. "There… shouldn't be. Unless you know of someone currently imprisoned in Azkaban who wants to break out and seek vengeance."
He received a snort for his efforts, the information already being told prior. "Thankfully no, and we don't have any enemies, so I think you are in the clear."
Harry nodded, "Good, although Sirius wasn't after me during my own third year everyone thought he was."
"Well, at least that's something we don't need to lose sleep over."
The teen didn't respond, instead staring off into the distance and fighting against the foreboding deep in his chest.
***HP:O ***
Harry wasn't exactly proud to admit he was fidgeting. In his mind it wasn't exactly fair, seeing as how neither Amy nor Harriet had to go through this sort of thing, but he did. The basics made sense, and honestly, he wished there had been something similar when he had first started third year but having his Head of House and parents sitting at the table with him felt like he was about to either receive a lecture or was in trouble for something.
Neither was true, of course, but it felt that way.
"So, have you thought about what electives you want to take?"
He… hadn't, last year had been rather busy and the year before everything was simply too new. Hell, he didn't know, until recently, that the electives were different between his world and this one. "Uhm… no?"
The three looks were filled with surprise until realization kicked in as to why he hadn't, and shame immediately replaced it in the adults.
"I took bad ones my first time around," he was quick to explain, not wanting to continue the unnecessary blame, "I ignored Hermi… my Hermione's suggestions and went with the easy classes instead. I don't want to do that this time, I want to learn things I'm interested in or will use."
Lily and Grace exchanged glances while James leaned back in his seat, tapping idly on his chin, "Well, there aren't any dueling classes or defense classes apart from what you're already taking. What other things are interesting to you?"
Harry frowned before glancing back over the parchment, a list and brief description of the options, "Maybe culture? I assume that is Magical culture, correct? I didn't know much about it before and even less now. It sounds like something that might fill in some gaps."
"It's an easier class" Lily noted, a bit of hesitancy in her voice. "Not that it's a bad idea to take, I'm just stating a general opinion."
Riddle nodded in agreement, "I think maybe that and something a bit more complicated would be a good start. You can always switch later if you find it dull, but not overworking yourself would be good for you. Between these two and club activities your schedule is going to be a lot fuller in the coming year."
"Plus Hogsmeade," he noted with a grin, earning a snort from the woman and frowns from his parents.
The redhead leaned forward slightly, "Is there someone in particular you are thinking about when talking about Hogsmeade?"
"My friends and sisters?"
She blinked before realizing her subtle accusations and gave a quiet swear, "Sorry, I didn't mean… I'm just being an overprotective parent when it comes to you and… girls."
Before the conversation could become any more awkward his Head of House spoke up, "What about Spell Theory? It is up there with Runes and Arithmancy in terms of workload but rather than purely number or rune based it revolves around the concept of magic. It can lead into Spell Crafting which is heavily used in the creation of new spells and incantations. Considering how invested you already are in Elemental Magic it would likely fit in with how quickly you learn new things."
He nodded and made his selections.
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Even if Harry lived another thousand years, he knew he would never get tired of the enthusiasm that came from Hermione Granger discussing education. They had invited the curly-haired witch over for a slumber party because they hadn't seen her since school and partly because of the poorly concealed excitement that threatened to explode from both her and Harriet if they didn't have an in-depth discussion about electives, what they had chosen, what everyone else had chosen, the pros and cons of each class, how selections would obviously influence the rest of their lives, and which class had the most interesting text books.
"Arithmancy, for sure," the young witch declared, earning a quick nod from Harriet. "Ancient Runes maybe, it looks so interesting! I mean it would be like…"
"Learning another language."
"Exactly!"
Amy let out the loudest sigh humanely possible while her brother just grinned. It was enough to shift the attention onto the redhead, "What about you Amy, what did you sign up for?" Hermione inquired, curiosity still burning bright in her eyes.
"Care for Magical Creatures and Art."
A frown quickly replaced any excitement while the girl's sister let out a huff, "Only because dad let you take it easy until Halloween. Mom's going to make you take harder classes after that."
"What about you Hermione," Amy questioned, quickly changing the subject, "What did you sign up for?"
"Arithmancy, Magical Runes, Numerology, Culture, Spell Theory, and…" she trailed off at the looks she was receiving. "What? What did I say?"
"Did you take… every class?"
With Harriet asking the bushy-haired girl knew she had done something wrong. "No, no of course not, my schedule wouldn't work."
"Hermione," Harry spoke up, a look of dead seriousness in his eyes, "did someone give you any magical items to help? Something dangerous maybe?"
She blinked and frowned but slowly shook her head, "No, who would…"
"Because certain items requiring approval usually require it for a reason."
"There isn't any… who would… what are you talking about?"
The boy-who-lived sighed before glancing about for his parents and taking a seat closer to the two girls, followed quickly by the redhead to hear better. "Did McGonagall give you a Time Turner?" Three blank looks followed, and he allowed himself a breath of relief. "Never mind, how about you think about taking it down to maybe three electives? Give yourself time to breathe and you know… hang out with friends too."
A reluctant, but accepting nod was all he needed.
***HP:O ***
"Do we have to?"
Riddle glanced over at the teen as they made their way up the stone path. "Don't you think it's a bit late to be voicing complaints?"
He crossed his arms with a huff, "I have been voicing my complaints for the past week."
A smile tugged at her lips at his behavior, despite how childish it was. "It is good for you to get out of the house and socialize, helps build future relationships."
"I already went to the dueling tournament…" he grumbled, which was promptly ignored as the woman knocked on the large door, the barrier promptly being opened by a House Elf which greeted them and led them inside.
Just like the 'prestigious' parties before this one was packed with top-of-the-line fashion, smoke from expensive pipes, food that could cost a normal family a year's salary, and enough pretentious arseholes that Harry was surprised there was any room for conversation.
Not that he was even trying to listen, because could adults be any more boring? Despite the excuses he had been given he was one-hundred percent certain the reason Sirius didn't attend these types of gatherings was that he would fall asleep during them.
It really wasn't fair, he had saved Hogwarts twice, why should he be forced to suffer with arrogant old prats who thought they knew better than everyone else about everything else?
Still, in the pair went, going about their traditional pattern of 'making rounds'. There did seem to be one major difference from the previous two parties, and that was far more interest in the two of them.
Those around the professor's age inquired about her career and current professional interests. For him the conversation was mostly pushed to his schooling and plans past graduation.
The eldest in the room would talk politics, not surprising, and their critiques of the government, especially its management of affairs, was harsher than he remembered from what he overheard previously.
As for the ones closer to Harry's age, even into their young adult years, they seemed most interested in bragging about their own talents.
It was all very strange, not because he hadn't been in such situations before, rather how intense it now seemed. It was as if everyone was doing their best for their efforts to be seen, to be noticed.
Grace, however, took it all in stride, either not noticing or, more likely, not deeming it worth mentioning.
Even the Malfoy's, their hosts, seemed more sociable towards them than normal. Although there wasn't the seeming desperation in their actions, the greeting the stuck-up family gave was far warmer than harry had been expecting.
Even Cleo was less bitchy than usual, even if she remained cold with a dash of superiority.
"Mister Potter, it seems you have had quite an… interesting year." Lucius intoned, a notable twitch in his face at the 'title' given to the boy.
The boy-who-lived nodded, doing his best not to make any sarcastic, or overly aggressive, comments in return. "Yes, it was a very difficult year, especially towards the end."
Lucius opened his mouth to reply but was interrupted by the eldest daughter. "I cannot imagine how difficult it has been for you Harry. I wish I could have done more to help." He shifted in discomfort. It appeared the girl was being held back by her mother's hand on one shoulder, fingers tightened in a warning that was ignored.
"Err yeah, thanks… I guess."
"I trust you have received my gifts?"
Harry's eyes widened, not expecting the witch to be so brazen, especially in front of others. "Uh…"
Her voice lowered, pupils dilating, an almost sensual smile on her face. "I'm hoping you'll return the favor someday."
The younger teen wasn't sure how to reply, if he even should reply, but luckily the decision was taken from him. A presence behind him, a slow, simmering, anger, and a voice tight with barely restrained emotion answered, "Harry and I must be off, so good to see you again Lady Malfoy, Mister Malfoy, Cleopatra…" Any inkling of kindness dropped from her expression as she gave a slight nod towards Pandora, not bothering with a verbal farewell before putting a hand onto the boy's back and leading him from the room.
***HP:O ***
"How long?"
Harry frowned as the pair made their way outside, away from the voices and distractions of the other witches and wizards. "How long what?"
"How long has Pandora Malfoy been sending you gifts?"
He did his best to shrug nonchalantly but failed to convince her of it. "Since my first year. Christmas, I guess? It wasn't really a gift but that was when I knew she was obsessing."
Her pace slowed, "Why didn't you tell me?"
Withholding a groan, albeit barely, the boy-who-lived stopped before turning towards her, "Like I've told everyone else, it wasn't a big deal. I'm used to dealing with monsters, homicidal wizards, and all sorts of sociopaths. One girl who isn't good with personal boundaries and is a bit weird isn't cause for alarm in my life."
"It would be for any other wizard, especially one your age."
"Luckily," he countered, "I am not 'any other wizard'."
The woman's lips twitched, a smile being withheld, "No, you certainly aren't. Still, it doesn't mean you need to take on every challenge and difficulty by yourself. Why not let someone help you with this one?"
Again, he shrugged, "She wasn't hurting me or anything, not really and I'm used to doing things on my own."
She frowned, "But you don't have to anymore. Foolish decisions made by adults aside, surely you can let your parents at the least intervene."
"They do know, now, but there isn't much they can do about it. They can't follow me around Hogwarts while glaring at a teenage girl, just like the professors can't, just like you can't. She isn't threatening or hurting me."
"But she's a borderline stalker."
He snorted, "I think we probably passed 'borderline' when she sent me a bunch of pictures which she had taken of me throughout the year when I didn't realize it." This statement lit a fire in the woman's eyes, and he quickly spoke once more, "It wasn't like they were bad, just… look it isn't a big deal I promise. There are far more important things to worry about."
"Not now there aren't." she argued, "Now things have settled down. There are no looming threats to worry about or take care of. Now you can focus on your studies and just having a normal life."
It was true, at least as far as he figured. First and second years aside every other major problem he had been forced to deal with were already solved. There were no prisoners to break out and threaten him, no Dark Lords with a desire for vengeance.
Maybe he could just be normal for once. "Okay, okay fine how about this. I'll try talking to her. If nothing changes then you can talk to her."
The compromise was obviously not to Riddle's liking, but she nodded in reluctant agreement regardless.
***HP:O ***
The Express rumbled on in its usual manner while the occupants of the carriage happily talked about their summer, the upcoming school year, and various other things on their minds. Amaryllis was excited to start up Quidditch again, naturally, while her sister was looking forward to the additional classes with Hermione.
Luna and Ginny talked with whoever was listening about the rest of their own summers along with what the various Weasley children had been up to. The blonde even chatted about a vacation she had taken with her parents.
As for Harry, he shifted between conversations easily enough.
Everything seemed normal, perfect, which was naturally why the boy-who-lived let out a groan the moment the train began slowing down, a fact he knew to be far too early in their trip for the arrival at Hogwarts.
***HP:O ***
A/N: Okay, so I changed how to become an Animagus because the actual process is stupid and seemingly nothing to do with Transfiguration. This likely won't change anything since I'm not planning on Harry becoming one, but I just wanted to make that change clear.
Previous Name**************New Name
Tom Riddle*****************Grace Riddle
Albus Dumbledore***********Augustina Dumbledore
Draco Malfoy***************Cleopatra (Cleo) Malfoy
-*************************Harriet Potter
-*************************Amaryllis (Amy) Potter
-*************************Pandora Malfoy
Blaise Zabini****************Bliss Zabini
Theodore Nott**************Theresa Nott
Severus Snape**************Serena Snape
-*************************Marie Rosier
Percy Weasley**************Paisley Weasley
Bill Weasley****************Billie Weasley
Charlie Weasley*************Charlene Weasley
Fred Weasley***************Frankie Weasley
George Weasley*************Georgie Weasley
Remus Lupin***************Remi Lupin
-************************Sylvie Rosier
Gilderoy Lockhart***********Gordana Lockhart
Oliver Wood ***************Olivia Wood
