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I solemnly swear that the literature and works of the Harry Potter Verse belong to JK Rowling, Bloomberg and Warner Bros. The only thing I own are the one-shot ideas that popped into my head and whatever OCs I would create for them. This is a work of pure fiction made solely for fun, constructive reviews will be welcomed, flames will be ignored. Any references to characters in real-life or fiction are purely coincidental. If I could make money out of my ideas, it would be nice...

Mischief Managed Damn It!

Title: Magic Born From Necessity (Working Title)

Posted Date: August 18 2023

Inspiration: The Great Wandout Challenge, Unintended Consequences, The Core Wars

Tags: Harry needing therapy, Manipulative Dumbledore, Helpful Goblins, Harry becoming Rich 3000

Possible Challenges: See below

Possible Pairings: Harry x Hermione x Susan

(Based on wandout challenge, unintended consequence)

Harry was really considering leaving Hogwarts and taking the first plane out of Britain at this point. If he was less restrictive with his vocabulary, he would be cursing enough to fill a swear jar with Galleons to buy a new Nimbus broomstick, courtesy of Vernon's vocabulary over the years. It would also be creative enough to have Petunia use her frying pan on his head to curb it, or Hermione berate him big time with her wand or trusty thick book, or even McGonagall to hex him with the 'Mouth Cleaning' Charm, the last being the only one he would just flip the bird for her attitude all this time.

Here was the context in case you were wondering.

~ooOOoo~

Harry was a wizard who had been attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for close to four academic years now, and each year had him encountering some form of danger that he nearly lost his life along with other issues of the school.

First year, 1991: He had to deal with a murderous troll that nearly killed Hermione, stupid Gryffindors hung up on point deductions, and a possessed professor that had the face of Voldemort stuck on the back of the head trying to steal Flamel's Philosopher's Stone.

Second year, 1992: An overzealous house-elf named Dobby trying to stop him from returning to Hogwarts through convoluted methods which include hexing a Bludger to follow him around the Quidditch Pitch and breaking his arm in the process, a useless DADA Professor who was actually a fraud obliviating adventurers and plagiarising their work, being accused of being the Heir of Slytherin with the professors doing nothing to stop them, and finally a fight with the actual culprit and his pet Basilisk that he barely survived with help from Fawkes the phoenix and the Sorting Hat providing a sword!

Third year, 1993: A prisoner escaped from the previously thought inescapable prison Azkaban, prompting the Ministry to send the prison guards to Hogwarts on the testimony that Sirius Black was after him. Said guards were soul sucking demons that proved to be an even bigger danger to him by terrorising him throughout the year, and ultimately it turned out that the convict was actually his godfather framed by Scabbers aka Wormtail aka Peter Pettigrew, his parent's true Secret Keeper who had betrayed them to Voldemort.

Summer before 1994 school year: A Quidditch World Cup event that would have been fine if not for Death Eaters gate crashing on the after parties and the Dark Mark appearing over the area.

Then came his current academic year, which involved him getting forced into the Triwizard Tournament that was cancelled previously for the high death toll, forcing him to endure ridicule and hexing from the students, public attacks and an attack from a jealous Ronald Weasley who decided to flip out because he was not able to get his name in.

But Harry had a gut full of that crap for the past three academic years, and made sure that his current, and likely last year if he had anything to say about it, would have him dealing some back at the idiots in Hogwarts.

It was by luck that Harry had overheard the Weasley adults talking about the tournament when he woke up in the early morning to go to the toilet, so he had some idea of what to expect before boarding the train. He had considered his luck and decided to be a little more proactive to get his sources of information by sending Hedwig with a mail order for anything related to the tournament. He then spent his time reading up on it to make sure he could understand what was about to happen to at least prepare mentally for the absolute crap that was coming in the year. He did not want to get his hopes up for a peaceful year.

Thanks to Hermione, Harry was able to first prove his innocence by swearing an oath in front of the assembly that he did not enter his name directly or through proxies, and that he had no intention of taking part in a tournament that had killed others. He had then voiced out that all points he would get for the year would be granted to Hufflepuff, which helped to pacify the bloody badgers getting in his face outside of the more fanatical idiots. He had also vocally stated that Dumbledore had more than enough time and rights to cancel the tournament to redraw names as was stated, with copies sent to everyone courtesy of Dobby whom he found out was working at Hogwarts to be near him.

That certainly set the mood with a good number looking at Dumbledore like he was the devil, and when McGonagall tried to force him to come to the headmaster's office without any explanation and proving her uselessness again of not being there in her capacity as Head of House, Harry made it clear how he thought of that by removing his house badge and storming out of the room while getting Dobby to grab all the items he had so that he could find a new place to stay. Gryffindor certainly was not very welcoming even with the oath, so he rather got moving before they decided that he was a traitor again with their turn-table attitudes.

Hermione was very helpful during this period and the tasks' preparation, and Harry made sure to repay her in whatever manner he could including bringing her to the Yule Ball since she was the only one he could trust, although he did have some tussle with the Bulgarian champion.

Rita Skeeter was a problem for a while, but he had some idea of what she was like based on the articles she had written so far and what he learned offhandedly from Vernon. Repeating the oath helped to fix her attention along with a few snippets of what had happened over the past few years. It certainly helped to point the finger at the man who could have gotten him off easily yet purposely held that information back, and the newspaper gave out accusations of a man seeking to end the line of Potters, something that Harry had decided to check on and found out some stuff about. Her article about him, Hermione and Krum in some love triangle after the Second Task though meant all bets were off and he went about employing Dobby to deal with her. Last he heard, she was in some sort of trouble that had Dobby cackling like a maniac.

Speaking of the Second Task, the Headmaster actually tried to make Ron his hostage and said that he was wrong to grab Hermione who was evidently designated Krum's hostage. Harry made sure he was heard by all that Ronald Weasley was not his friend after the fact that he knew of the dragons and purposely held back in hopes that he would perish, along with how he had tried to get away from apologising for what he did and kept harassing Hermione. Harry even asked if Dumbledore needed his eyes checked given the rather public smackdown he gave Ron about his behaviour.

Sure, that might have earned him a Howler from Molly Weasley, but he made sure to give it good through the Quibbler and later the DMLE when she tried again.

The bastard Dumbledore even tried to get the Weasleys to act as the role of parents before the Third Task, and that bitch McGonagall dared to force him to the meeting when he refused. Harry made sure to give her a major tongue lashing before getting out and keeping out of everyone's sights until a few minutes to the task.

At least he got better with his spells, and he was able to get to the center of the maze where the cup was there to take, and finally end the stupidity of this tournament. Harry ran forward to grab it and found himself spinning around by way of a portkey, eventually getting deposited hard to the ground of some graveyard that he was sure was not part of the task. That was the last thought he had before getting stunned.

Upon waking up tied up to a gravestone, Harry found himself forcefully participated in a ritual meant to resurrect Voldemort from whatever form he was in previously, using the bones from the dark wizard's muggle father, the flesh of the servant made available courtesy of Peter offering his hand totally, and finally the blood of the enemy, aka Harry's blood. Harry watched in horror as Peter lowered some abomination of a baby housing Voldemort's soul into the cauldron and moments after conducting the ritual, the man who had killed his parents rose out of it in his ugly glory.

Now he was forced to listen to that guy monologuing to the Death Eaters, even stating his real heritage to his servants without a care in the world. Admittedly Harry tuned out his words and focused more on getting his arms out of the ropes tying him to the gravestone, only for him to snap back when Voldemort turned to curse him with the Cruciatus Curse and then turned back to his minions.

"I will give him his chance. He will be allowed to fight, and you will be left in no doubt which of us is the stronger." He looked down at the snake, again moving about the tombstone. "Just a little longer, Nagini," he whispered, and the snake glided away through the grass to where the masked morons stood watching. "Now untie him, Wormtail, and give him back his wand."

Pettigrew approached Harry, who scrambled to find his feet, to support his own weight before the ropes were untied. Pettigrew raised his new silver hand. And then, with one swipe, cut through the bonds tying Harry to the gravestone.

There was a split second, perhaps, when Harry might have considered running for it, but his legs shook under him as he stood on the overgrown grave. The masked morons closed ranks, forming a tighter circle around him and Riddle, so that the gaps where the missing morons should have stood were now filled.

Pettigrew thrust Harry's wand roughly into his hand without looking at him. Harry didn't even realise he'd not had it. Then Pettigrew resumed his place in the circle of watching morons.

"You have been taught how to duel, Harry Potter?" Voldemort asked softly, his red eyes glinting through the darkness.

As the forty-six Death Eaters looked on in amusement at the entertainment, Harry nodded, still aching from the newly revived Dark Lord's Cruciatus curse. When he was in an exceptionally good mood, their master liked to play with his food; like a cat with a wounded mouse. And the boy was a thorn in their side for being at Hogwarts.

"We bow to each other, Harry," said Voldemort, bending a little, but keeping his snakelike face upturned to Harry. "Come, the niceties must be observed. Dumbledore would like you to show manners. Bow to death, Harry..." The other Death Eaters were laughing in cold humour at this. Harry was not going to give him that satisfaction.

"I said, BOW!" Harry was almost forced to his knees as a pressure was applied to his back, gritting his teeth as he maintained standing on his legs while bending his back. The other men laughed again as the pressure was removed.

"Very good," said Voldemort softly. "And now you face me, like a man - straight-backed and proud, the way your father died.. And now - we duel."

Before he could react, Harry was subjected to another Cruciatus Curse that felt like white-hot knives were piercing every inch of his skin. His head was surely going to burst with pain. He was screaming more loudly than he'd ever screamed in his life.

And then it stopped. Harry gasped as he rolled over and scrambled to his feet. He staggered sideways into the wall of watching masked morons; and they pushed him away while laughing, back toward Voldemort looking on in amusement.

"A little break," said Voldemort, the slit-like nostrils dilating with excitement, "a little pause - That hurt much; didn't it, Harry? You don't want me to do that again, do you?" Harry did not deign to give an answer, choosing instead to spit at the ground to get rid of the blood and saliva collecting in his mouth.

"I asked you whether you want me to do that again," said Voldemort softly. "Answer me! Imperio!"

And Harry felt the sensation that his mind had been wiped of all thought. Ah, it was bliss, not to think, it was as though he were floating, dreaming - just answer no - say no - just answer no…

'Hell no!'

Harry snarled as he broke the trance and blasted off a spell at the top of the hat to try and get the man. Voldemort blocked it off with a shield and a snarl.

"You dare to defy me? Fine, be that way. Avada Kedavra!" The signature green light of the Killing Curse came out of his wand to fly towards Harry.

"Expelliarmus!" The pissed-off, feisty teen was determined that he wouldn't let Voldemort win and vowed to give him the fight of his life. The red spell shot out from his wand to hit the green spell in mid-air, and instead of cancelling out, connected and started to create a gold dome around Voldemort and Harry, cutting them off from the Death Eaters who were trying to break it from the outside.

Voldemort for one was shocked by what was happening. A part of him had expected the boy to dodge or attempt to run away out of fear, not retaliate in such a manner. He was shocked when the Potter Boy managed to push the beam of light back into his wand. Potter's magic was far stronger than anything Barty had suggested or what he had seen during his first year. He saw the ghostly image of the hand that came from Pettigrew come forth and sizzle into the air, and then the ghostly image of the previous caretaker of the grounds. Worse, Voldemort felt the slight pull on his magic, as if he'd just cast spells again. His magic had not fully recovered from his re-embodiment! This could not be happening.

Gripped in fear, Voldemort was sweating in exertion as he pulled hard on his Death Eaters' magic via the Mark to fight this latest issue, as ghostly image after image flew out of his wand. Some were the other curses that he'd cast over the years, cracking and sizzling at a frightening volume in the course of a few minutes. There were also a good number of Riddle's victims' images crowding around as every spell he had ever cast seemed to have been replayed, all of them looking at him or his Death Eaters with either angry or vindicated expressions.

On the other end of the connection, Harry was hanging on for dear life while forcing the bead to stay on Voldemort's end. Harry was not sure what was happening but reasoned that Voldemort was trying something and pressed on maintaining the connection while drawing out more magic within. His heart temporarily leaped to his throat at the sight of his mother, and then his father, coming out of the wand to give him encouragement with the other ghosts cheering him on as well or cursing verbally at Voldemort. Somewhere inside him, something snapped but Harry did not hear it, rather he suddenly felt like a sun was growing in him and that he had a lot more magic to use for this fight. And he planned to use it as much as he could.

As he kept up the connection, Harry hissed in agony from the feeling of his signature scar bursting open. Blood and some black goo dripped into his left eye, distracting him from something that came out of the scar and burning up in the bright connection. He ignored it and just kept it up.

Below them, the big snake that was circling around them started to thrash about in obvious agony, and through Parseltongue, the two fighters could hear the screams it was giving out. Then without warning, it exploded in a mass of bloody flesh and mist, making Voldemort panic for some reason and forcing Harry to hold on more.

Unknown to Harry, something similar was happening in other parts of Britain.

A certain tiara in a hidden room at Hogwarts shook before exploding violently with the metal shards and broken gems destroying parts of the items around, and interrupting the magic of the castle enough to set parts of it on fire.

A gold goblet with an insignia of a badger blew up in a vault inside Hogwarts, triggering duplication spells on the other treasures inside to multiply uncontrollably and setting off alarms in the bank as smoke filled the cave about the vault.

Residents about an older section of London called for the fire brigade as they watched an entire line of old townhouses going up in a magnificent blaze and wondering if they had a cup too much to drink when they saw what was supposedly an actual face appearing in the dark smoke while screaming silently with glowing red eyes before the wind blew it away.

And finally, an old shack on the outskirts of Little Hangleton near them lit up in a blaze as a ring was screaming with an odd symbol appearing in the flames. While Harry can't see it, Voldemort could do so from behind Harry, and he was beginning to regret challenging the boy this evening.

"Hang on, Harry! You are doing great!" The ghosts of James and Lily cheered Harry on while the other ghosts alternated between keeping the other Death Eaters away from the dome or harassing Voldemort, and they were doing a pretty good job with the latter given the very colourful vocabulary coming out of the dark wizard.

Around Harry and Voldemort, the screaming Death Eaters started collapsing one by one as their magic was completely drained. The majority were already dead before their bodies hit the ground, while the few were no better as they were on the edge of the knife with their lifeforce being drained. Voldemort was feeling drained from the action of maintaining the connection, but he would not lose to this boy again. He will win!

"Harry, break the connection! Now!" The image of Lily called out to Harry who let out a yell and pulled up, breaking the connection and shattering the dome. The backlash sent both fighters flying in opposite directions, Harry being lucky enough to hit a bush while Voldemort smashed against two tombstones and landing near the cauldron, stopping with his limbs bent out of shape and his head at an angle.

Harry sank to his knees, panting with his hand to his heart as he felt his body burning from what felt like a wellspring of magic that had erupted from a dam and was trying to flood his body with magic. He tried to control his breathing as he watched the ghostly images of Voldemort's previous victims fade away, some doing so after phantom kicking one of the Death Eaters, or in the case of a little boy, blowing a raspberry at Lucius Malfoy. It was when there were ten left that his parents came over without a sound in their footsteps.

"Harry, it would be better if no one knew what happened tonight." Harry was a bit surprised at the cryptic message given out by James. "You have seen what this society is like with people like Malfoy and Dumbledore at the top. You would be in danger if word gets out. Sad to say, you may need to leave Hogwarts after this."

Lily took over right as the two were starting to become transparent from the feet "The cup is a two-way portkey and it should take you back to the school. If you want, you may share what happened with Hermione. She is clearly one with a good head on her shoulders! Share your dreams with Hermione and make the most of everyday – wherever your lives take you. Your father and I are so very proud of you. I wish we can be with you, but this time you should be safe from at least one dark lord." She raised a hand to his cheek and it was clear to all that Lily really wished to be able to place her hand there. "We love you very much, dear. Be safe." And with that, James and Lily faded away like the rest, leaving Harry alone in the graveyard with what appeared to be dead people around him.

Harry took the moment to focus on the situation and not get swept up by emotions. He was still in enemy territory and would want to leave this place as soon as possible. He could get emotional later in the privacy of his hiding place. He pushed himself off the ground and walked towards the cup that had annoyingly gone near the cauldron which was a fair distance for him to get to.

Bother.

Harry was so deep in thought about all that had happened that he did not notice Peter Pettigrew watching him walk towards him. As his magic had been the weakest, he would be the last of the Marked Death Eaters to die. Of course, he didn't know that and had no idea why his fellow Death Eaters had collapsed in obvious agony, nor did he fully comprehend the fact that they had died. He only remembered the dazzling sphere, the ghosts of past victims and all of the screaming that both sides were doing.

Again, he was left with nothing to show for his hard work.

Again, it was the boy who stopped the Dark Lord.

Again, it was all Potter's fault!

"Damn you, boy!" Peter raised his wand and charged forward with an angry yell, intent on taking him out with a blasting hex at close range while he still had the chance to use his magic. Near him, two others had sprung up to attack as well, a desperate attempt to get something done from this screwup. They had a bit more magic left to cast spells from a distance and were making them count big time.

"ACCIO WANDS!" Harry panicked from the sudden attacks and yelling, and in the confusion cast the spell automatically, feeling more winded with the magic inside moving to enact his wishes, and possibly overdoing it with his emotions powering the spell. He was able to dodge the attackers' spells by jumping back, but the amount of force that came from Pettigrew's ill-timed blasting hex hitting the spot where he was, though weaker from the drain, was enough to push him back a few feet into the air before colliding head first with the cauldron and slumping against the ground close to where he was previously tied to.

Unknown to Harry as he tried to keep conscious, his overpowered spell had pulled the Death Eaters' wands out of their hands or ground and went flying to the open fire in front of him. Some of the wands hit the other two Death Eaters hard enough to pierce their backs and necks, with them collapsing to the ground with blood flowing out of their necks.

Pettigrew on the other hand had held tightly to his wand, partially due to his rage to get the Potter brat. That cost him as he ended up staggering from the momentum of the wand pulling him right into the bonfire, the fire having gained more strength from the extra fuel coming from the wands, specifically those containing cores of fire-related creatures. Peter Pettigrew would spend his last minute of living as a human torch while trying to put out the flames that had engulfed his robes, eventually dropping to the ground with his strength spent. And he would swear that the last image he saw before darkness took him was James Potter glaring at him with hate and then gesturing to someone carrying a wicked scythe to swing at him.

Harry on the other hand had lifted his head in time to see the family traitor drop to the ground, his eyes going blurry from the pain wrecking his body and the adrenaline leaving him. At the very least, he got rid of Pettigrew and possibly Voldemort. That much he thought before dropping unconscious.

~ooOOoo~

Within minutes of the fight, unknown to Harry, the sky darkened briefly from some weird cloud that appeared in the sky, eventually revealing itself to be a congregation of wands that flew across the sky before coming down in an arc towards the fire, an initial few breaking upon impact with the ground. The pile soon grew and made the bonfire more aggressive with the extra fuel, ensuring that the summoned wands and odd broomsticks would be burnt once in contact with the flames.

All except one.

A certain odd looking wand made of Elder Wood and unknown core was coming down with the rest when it felt the presence of the one who had disarmed its last user, and guided itself to land near the unconscious boy, its pointed end stuck into the patch of soil that was soaked in the blood leaking out of the boy's open wound.

It could feel the power that came from the boy, now calming down after the fight and the sudden release of bindings on him. Through his magic, it could view his memories, his trials, and his motivations in life. How he was betrayed and manipulated by many and how one girl had steadfastly stood by his side no matter the consequences.

From the blood, it could feel the connection to its legacy, and know that this was the descendent of the third brother, the one favoured slightly more to its creator. It could feel the connection of the cloak that the boy had in his possession, along with the spells that were now being removed from the fool that dared to steal the boy's legacy.

With something that might pass for amusement, the wand could feel the stone nearby, the curse that used to be on it now destroyed along with the Horcrux, both done unintentionally by the boy.

The boy had met the requirements, albeit in an unorthodox manner, and at the same time achieved something that many had failed over the years. But there was one more test to be had, a test to see if the child was truly worthy of the power that came from the three artefacts.

A test that required the wand to be repaired from the unintended summoning.

Thankfully, there was plenty of wand materials in the immediate vicinity. And the boy did (unintentionally) perform a service to ensure no fool could deny Death its right.

A pressure descended upon the area, making any ordinary folks in the area to instinctively shiver and move back to their homes if not already in their beds to hide under their blankets. From the burning pile, a few intact wands were pulled away along with strands of core materials that survived the flames, including a half-burnt Yew and Phoenix Wand that once belonged to Voldemort, moving towards the Elder Wand that was lightly glowing from the wood grain and minor breaks on its body. Another wand came out from the pile, made from vinewood and intact from the pileup, and given a light repair job before being placed in Harry's pocket.

From the fire, a great mass of smoke congregated above Harry in a somewhat menacing manner. Anyone watching would have sworn that the Grim Reaper had arrived in a cloak of ashes, burning red eyes looking upon all around it before focusing on the child and the Elder Wand. Said wand pulled itself out of the ground, the wood stained with Harry's blood as it hovered above the reaper's hand with the other materials moving around it in orbit.

After a while the selected wands split and separated into different parts, the wood turning into ashes while the core strands merged into a glowing orb with the sounds of unicorns, dragons and other animals calling out in slight distress, as though the animals from which they came from knew they were in the presence of something primal and wanted to get away from it. The reaper looked down to see the Holly and Phoenix Wand that was still in Harry's bloody hand, and summoned it to be moved next to the Elder Wand, parts of the wand looking worn out from the duel. Both the ashes and glowing orb converged on the two wands and a dark light came from the convergence before the smoke blew away to show a wand that looked to be a cross between the Elder Wand and Harry's old wand with runes glowing a bright red around the handle made of different coloured wood. The wand was lowered to the boy's hand which instinctively gripped it tightly, before the reaper turned about to look at the bodies around it, pausing on the body of Voldemort that on first glance would make people believe he was truly dead, but there was a stubborn spark of life in him that was denying Death his toll.

Not for long.

With a gesture, the cloak of ashes dispersed from the bottom to surround Voldemort and pulled him up. The reaper tilted its head before plunging a hand into the chest of Voldemort, causing him to gasp in pain from the sudden awakening. "No, it can't be!" Voldemort's eyes widened in fear at the sight of the reaper in front of him and its arm in his chest. "It's not possible, I am immortal! You can't take me!"

"FoOliSh MoRTal." The eyes of the reaper appeared to narrow from his words. "No oNe dENies Death their tOLl."

Voldemort screamed as the arm of ash appeared to be squirming inside his constructed body before said body seemed to dissolve and fall apart, leaving behind a smoky crimson ball with cracks around it in the hand while the remains formed a puddle of dark goo on the ground. The reaper ignored the screaming it was giving off as it looked at the boy once more. With a flick of a finger, something broke out of the burnt shed in the distance and flew straight to the reaper, slowing down to circle it before going to the boy's pocket along with the second wand.

"We sHAlL See if yOu Are woRThy." The cloud of ash collapsed on itself and went back to the fire, dragging the shrieking ball along with it. As it neared the flames, the ball seemed to expand slightly to show half a face and angry red eyes to glare at the unconscious boy.

"Curse you Harry Potter!"

And with that, the soul was dragged into the fire with a loud whoosh and the sounds of chains rattling along with cold laughter. The fire that was previously a large blaze had shrunk considerably, leaving behind several bodies that were beginning to burn from the fire, burning wands and broomsticks, and a young boy whose fate remained unclear for the time being.

Author's Notes:

I decided to try my hand with the Great Wandout Challenge set by old-crow. But as you can likely tell, some changes are being done. For one, the Elder Wand is still around but in a different form.I want to play with the idea that the wand is sentient enough to know that Harry ends up being the next owner despite it being accidental in another district or state of the country.

Another idea I have in mind is that Dumbledore does not immediately die, rather he would have a stroke and be in a coma for a bit, so he might become a danger down the road. The Order might be a problem as well if they are thinking to "save" Harry.

Not sure if I intend for the whole MOD bit. I will think that the story of anyone being the Master of Death is more cautionary if someone brings the artifacts together.

The goblins will of course be the allies for Harry and Professor Flitwick will demonstrate the power of a quill to take out men in a bar. XD