C3 That stubborn girl and how her death led her to a better world.

Harry Potter had just bought his wand when a short girl walked into the shop, she was dressed in a muggle outfit that looked older and cheaper than his own oversized clothes, her hair was blonde and her eyes were almost silvery blue. For a second Harry was speechless at the beauty of the girl who had just entered.

Apparently her name was Tanya, the orphaned girl that Flitwick was helping, from what the little professor had told them he was looking for Tanya after they split up when he ran into Harry and Hagrid.

Hagrid unaware of Harry's stupor, came over to say hello and Harry was surprised once more by the elegance that girl seemed to give off; Tanya looked at him for a couple of seconds, inspecting him from head to toe with a pair of sharp eyes that gave him chills. For a second Harry thought she was going to start barking about blood purity like the other blond boy from earlier but Olivander intervened instead.

Tanya listened to Olivander 's words about how the wand chooses the wizard with an arrogant look and took a step towards the boxes inspecting them lightly.

" Damn, all these boxes are wands. Are they mass-made or manufactured?" She thought as she looked up, then Tanya reached for one of the boxes as Olivander cleared his throat, cutting her off.

"Miss Smith, before you try a wand let me take your measurements."

Tanya sighed slightly before taking a step back.

"Miss Smith, you seem rather impatient. Is there a rush to select the wand?

Tanya thought for a second of Dr. Schugel and the hellish days of testing calculation orbs as she looked at the kind face of the old man, she then thought her words for a second trying not to offend the wand seller or call him a mad scientist.

"I think if I'm going to entrust my life to a tool I'd rather choose the tool on my own after discarding from a variety of options rather than entrust my fate to luck. "

Olivander sighed slightly as he finished measuring.

"Very prudent of you, miss, you must be someone who appreciates safety and rules, and what do you think is the most important quality in a wand?"

Tanya thought for a moment before answering.

"Stability, if I'm going to be altering reality I prefer something that doesn't explode in my face."

Olivander nodded slightly as he put the tape away.

"Although sometimes it is necessary to break a couple of eggs to make a cake, there is no one who does not love a bit of peace and well-being. Do you have any knowledge about wands?"

Tanya responded immediately.

"I know that the wands have different capacities based on the material and the core that compose them and there are probably combinations that fit better with some people than with others. However, and I'm sorry to admit it, I don't know its internal compositions since this is my first year in contact with the magical world."

Harry swallowed hard, that answer was already a lot more than Harry knew and if she was an orphan who grew up in the Muggle world in a similar way to the way he grew up with the Dursleys he had no idea how she had found out everything without contact. Previous with the world of magic. For Harry, the world just didn't stop spinning around and around itself , surprising him more and more; Maybe the rest of the wizards were actually as smart as Tanya and people expected him to be just as smart. But how would he do it? Tanya looked so confident and trustworthy...

Oliver smiled kindly.

"I see, I see, well, before you rush out looking for a wand, allow yourself to be guided by an expert wandmaker. Here, try this, Elm with dragon heartstring core, 18 cm (7 inches), slightly flexible."

Tanya took the wand and waved it slightly testing the balance and how well she managed her mana, she instantly noticed that the quality was much higher than those of Knocturn Alley and although it was a little less powerful it felt much more stable and reliable overall. Tanya smiled but Olivander was quick to grab the wand from her hands.

A pout appeared on her face.

"I'm not going to steal the wand."

Tanya complained.

Olivander smiled kindly and handed over a second wand.

"Redwood wand, unicorn hair core, 16.5 cm (6.5 inches), flexible. Please."

Tanya sighed slightly as she picked up the wand. However Tanya immediately sighed slightly as she felt the wand infinitely weaker than the previous one, she didn't try much before passing the wand to Olivander who seemed to share the opinion that it wasn't a proper wand.

"Pine wood, core of dragon heartstrings, 25.4 cm (10 inches), rigid."

Tanya smiled at the texture of the wand, she certainly could...

"Birch, Phoenix feather core, 12.7cm (5 inches), slightly flexible."

Tanya clucked as the wand was stolen from her hands again. However, she became interested in the next wand, Tanya heard that the core was different from the previous ones, but without a doubt the feeling was totally different; even so, this one seemed to be not very different from the previous ones.

Hagrid sighed heavily and tried to head out the door, but Harry seemed interested in the girl with the tough expression.

15 minutes passed and several boxes piled up, Hagrid had fallen asleep and Flitwick was telling Harry an anecdote from his time as a duelist, Tanya for her part had an annoyed expression on her face as she felt like splitting her wand in two; Olivander came over with another box in hand when Tanya refused to go any further.

"Mr. Olivander, I'm going to take the first wand I tried."

Olivander froze for a moment. "M-Miss Smith, wait a minute..."

Tanya looked at Olivander for a second.

"The first wand I tried was perhaps the best I've ever seen, with each passing wand I feel like you only get worse quality stuff at a time, why don't we go straight to the point and let me choose from the most powerful wands?"

"Miss Smith, the wand chooses the wizard, not the wizard the wand..."

"And yet I have a high affinity with various wands you've taken from my hands, right now it seems we're just testing random wands. If any wand could choose me, why not start looking from the best? Searching randomly or in an order shouldn't make much difference, right?"

Olivander seemed to have trouble dealing with words too mature for an 11-year-old.

"I, ahem, all wands are unique and different, there is no such thing as better wands than others, only wands and magicians that allow their partner to get their full potential."

Tanya sighed.

"And yet there are wands with much more raw power than others, why don't we try those?"

Olivander looked at Tanya with some pity and like a grandfather who cannot deny his granddaughter's mischief and he gave in, however like a little evil he looked for a wand that was contrary to the girl's appearance, a temperamental, unstable and emotional, long, rigid wand and with the power that the girl asked for; Most kids don't have a clear idea of their potentials or tastes for wands, so Olivander isn't used to dealing with someone stubborn who sounds coherent with his arguments. However, maybe it was his fault that she hadn't found a wand yet, maybe the girl was hiding a part of her personality that prevented her from judging her well and that was why she always chose wands that Tanya didn't appreciate.

With a tender smile Olivander brought Tanya a huge box, maybe this wand could see inside Tanya, seeing her secrets and maybe choosing it

"Ebony wood with phoenix tail core, 35 cm (13.7 inches) long, rigid."

Tanya , despite not suffering from hunger as in her past life, did not have a large build, measuring 1.3 meters (4.2 feets) tall (or 6.5 bananas where each banana is 20cm (8 inches) long), in other words, that monstrous and imposing piece of wood called the wand was little longer than 1/4 the height of Tanya . (Or 1.75 bananas for comparison)

However Tanya looked at the wand slightly in surprise and she then lifted her up with her right hand.

Harry's mouth dropped to the floor, not only because of how monstrous the wand was but also because of the way Tanya held it with laughable ease and familiarity, she almost seemed used to carrying long, heavy objects.

Tanya for her part thought for a moment if this weapon still counted as a short weapon but she told herself that it still counted as a short weapon.

With a slight movement she ran the mana through the wand and smiled, unlike previous wands this one felt more like a gun with an integrated compute core than just a suspiciously shaped compute core. Tanya was about to drop her wand to the ground when she noticed that it began to glow slightly.

Oliver sincerely surprised.

"It seems that the wand has chosen you, who knew that I would sell two wands with a Phoenix feather today? Jo Jo Jo."

Tanya raised a curious blindfold and turned to the boy from the store.

"Indeed, Mr. Potter also has a Phoenix feather core wand."

Harry smiled sheepishly as he displayed his wand. Tanya seemed quite surprised that the guy in the store was actually that other Phoenix feather customer.

"Miss Smith, the Phoenix Feathered Wands always choose incredible wizards who will perform incredible deeds in their lives. I hope to hear a lot from you in the future, good things I hope."

Olivander smiled fondly as Flitwick paid for the wand.

Tanya sighed as she thought. "Getting a comfortable and secure position in the ministry of magic counts as 'performing incredible acts'?"


The rest of the shopping day was normal and apart from a couple of bargains to get the most and more of the budget, Tanya and Flitwick finished their purchases without any problem. (If we don't count Tanya fighting with the person in charge of making her uniform because Tanya wanted pants )

After a quick trip back Tanya found herself at the orphanage once more, this time with a hard to hide wand, an easier to hide and less wanted wand as well as a debt she would have to figure out how to pay off; Tanya ,ultimately, didn't want to get into the world of magic credits.

Perhaps it was that resolution that motivated you to study all your books and materials backwards and forwards looking for some way to make money.

However, he found nothing that looked useful.

In the days before the trip to Hogwarts I worked as a helper in a local cafeteria for a while, but I didn't know what kinds of markets existed in the wizarding world and therefore I didn't know where to start making money either. On the other hand, being several years before the time when he first died he could earn a small fortune if he knew where to invest correctly, the problem again was lack of capital.

Tanya sincerely hoped to find some way to make money before the end of the school year, the sooner she gets out of debt the better.

Since she returned from Diagon Alley on the other hand, her companions from the orphanage avoided her even more than they already avoided her before and Tanya couldn't do more than thank them deeply because the concentration and silence helped her on several levels.

The day finally came.

The day of going to King's Cross; how she would get all her things from the orphanage to the train station was a minor hiccup that Tanya solved by spending some of the money she made working to hire a Taxi.

The trip was rather uncomfortable, although Tanya had organized all her things in the best possible way it was still difficult to carry everything without help, the taxi driver offered to help her put her things on a cart once at the station. Tanya sincerely appreciated the help but couldn't tip due to cruel lack of capital, however the taxi driver didn't care, and that's how Tanya thanked her childish appearance for helping her out of the trouble that being a little girl had caused her. caused.

Once at the station she felt slightly strange or foreign like a lonely girl at the station, still, Tanya headed to platform 9 and 3/4...

Yes, 9 and 3/4 the first time Tanya saw that number in the letter she thought there was a typo or something similar, however her caution led her to ask Flitwick about it; It turns out that in fact the magicians had hidden a platform between two platforms, how had they done it? And seriously, what kind of magic can do that? They were the first questions that came out of Tanya 's mouth when she found out; Though Filtwick tried to explain it to her, the information was simply too much for Tanya to take in.

In the end, to get to the platform you have to walk decisively towards the solid wall... Or run if possible if you're a bit scared. Tanya was extremely skeptical so she looked at the clock and sat a little further from the wall and waited. He waited until he finally saw someone go through the wall. If it wasn't for the fact that Tanya was looking at it, she wouldn't believe her eyes.

Even during her life in the army as Ace of Aces and the best imperial magician she was not able to hide a platform behind a wall, that is, she could put up an illusory wall and make you believe that there is nothing behind it but she could not compress the space to put a platform between two platforms. Just thinking about the mathematics related to general relativity that he would have to use to replicate it was already a headache, also, since he died before the second world war and before the elaboration of the theory of general relativity, he never had a chance either. to try.

However the implications of something hidden this way were staggering, although I didn't know the downsides of this method of concealment a hidden base would be great for ambushes or emergency shelters.

With a smile on her face Tanya ran towards the wall...


Tanya released a breath she didn't know she was holding, this was amazing without a doubt. Tanya took a step back avoiding a noisy redheaded family, a boy with a frog in his hand seemed to have an emotional farewell with his grandmother, several suitcases and owls filled the view. People in old-fashioned clothes. Perhaps this was what threw Tanya the most .

Still, going to school for the third time, well, Tanya hoped that it is out for the last time, in her first life she studied in a good school, however in the second she went through the war college and now she was going to an institute magical, truly, it seemed the work of the devil.

Maybe it was wrong for Tanya , but there was something exciting about going to a wizarding school especially when you weren't preparing for a war and being X hadn't made an appearance yet...

Being X, the mere fact of not hearing his petulant voice in years was both a relief and a curse, being X someone as childish as he was, she didn't see him allowing her to achieve her much-desired happiness.

Tanya felt a slight chill as she stared at the train tracks. Before getting on the train and starting to look for Lucius's son Malfoy, if he was going to spit in Being X's face from a comfortable retirement home then he would need a good piggy bank at his disposal.

Hell, being X not showing up made her really nervous...

Berlun , Imperial Capital , September 7, 1937

The auto proclaimed god also known as being X watched the death of his lost lamb.

There was Tanya limping in church, a gunshot wound that was non-stop of blood to her chest and a variety of life-robbing injuries.

There she was, wearing a disguise that she was using to try to flee Berlun before the alied forces bombed the capital, in the blind and irrational hope of going unnoticed and managing to escape.

And the plan worked much more than it should, however between the artillery fire and the hail of bullets that rained down on the capital something was lost from her vision for just a second, almost like a divine miracle a bullet from an imperial soldier flew through a window and hit her chest finding a home in her left lung.

Being X's voice intervened.

" Sing my praises and you shall survive " " have faith in my teachings and there will be hope for your soul ." " Repent for your sins and forgiveness will be granted "

Tanya spat blood onto her hand as her being trembled in shock. For a second there was nothing but heavy breathing unable to utter words.

So Tanya clutched her only remaining hand to her chest and staggered open a nearby door to seek refuge.

Her one remaining eye didn't have enough strength to open in surprise when she realized she had just entered a church, a church that by some miracle remained intact despite the chaos outside.

Tanya staggered in and heard the core 95 commanding: " get on your knees and ask for forgiveness, forgiveness for your arrogance, sorry for wrongdoing, sorry for sinning " Tanya's knees trembled slightly almost unable to support her own weight and threatening to betray her.

Tanya leaned over a vessel filled with holy water and spat her blood into it, staring almost mesmerized. Tanya brought her only hand back to the wound in her chest and raised her face to the cross that almost seemed to glow ominously.

"Dear lord..."

Her one eye seemed to hesitate, about to avert with regret.

"There is no god in this world." However, her gaze became sharp full of conviction and devoid of doubt.

Then, as if it were a divine punishment, a bullet went through the door of the church and hit Tanya's body, going through her chest but narrowly missing her heart.

In a second the ominous moment was torn to pieces as Tanya fell onto the bowl, spitting up more blood as she collapsed to the ground, her one remaining eye dull and lifeless, yet almost as if by the devil's work Tanya's mouth moved, like a corpse moving even after death.

"But, in this world, there is the devil, a being that pushes humans to kill each other, condemning progress and peace, tempting people to a false salvation and seeking to deprive them of the free will that makes them human."

Tanya's eye lucidity returned as her face twisted in anger.

"God, if you ever existed, I wonder how you were so stupid to let the devil take your place."

Bleeding out on the ground Tanya raised her voice to heaven.

" Fuck you being X!"

At that moment a bomb fell on the church throwing rubble everywhere, the wood going up in flames as Tanya 's vision darkened.

Yet between the blood, the dirt and the filth, Tanya smiled maniacally one last time as the last light faded from her gaze and her consciousness was lost from the lack of blood.

And there was being X, noticing the consciousness of his lost lamb slowly fading as she was dying.

And then he sighed heavily, realizing that he had lost.

And review all their conversation.

And wondered where it had all gone wrong.

And realized that his lamb had in fact told the truth.

And the self-proclaimed god doubted himself, his divinity and his good faith towards humanity.

And he sigh.

Omnipotent, all-seeing, omnipresent, and infinitely foolish.

How did he end up being so human, so impure?

Being X saw his lost lamb once more and felt infinite grace towards her being, however also infinite sadness and restlessness, yet, feelings ultimately indescribable and incomprehensible to the mortal mind.

Being X thought about that failure that the sinner mentioned about his management system and leaving his pride aside he thought carefully about how to improve, with a snap of his fingers being X invoked the " Economic Theory " written by Tanya Von Degurechaff and looked at it carefully; He, of course, already knew its content, yet he turned its pages, reviewing its content over and over again. He naturally understood this text backwards and forwards even before it came from Degurechaff 's pen. Yet there he was, putting his divinity aside for just a few moments to read the document as a last tribute to the human who taught him that he was not the kind god he once was and believed he still was.

So being X remembered. "If God is omnipotent, he is infinitely good, why is there evil in the world? Why natural disasters and endless trials harass humanity? Either God is not as good as he claims to be or he is not capable of solving evil in the world which means it is not omnipotent"

Being X closed the document in his hands and looked at his lamb, passed out in a pool of his own blood slowly dying. He could save her now, he could repent and save her, however, it seemed that God was not as benevolent as he himself believed.

Being X raised a hand to his face, completely exhausted from this martyrdom.

Dirt, blood and misfortune fell on poor Tanya as her heart did her least effort before stopping forever, however the flames from the church miraculously did not burn her body, the blood on the floor seemed to spill out in an unusual wing pattern and the dirt on the girl seemed to fade from the with wind in the capital

Being X looked at everything with a confused look, none of this was caused by him or anything super natural, it seemed a mere coincidence, however, someone else would call it a miracle.

Being X closed his eyes paying his respect to Tanya and then snapped his fingers, then all reality twisted as the sky itself was optimized in the image and likeness of Tanya 's managerial perfection .

Being X looked at Tanya for the last time before vanishing preparing to manage this new system that Tanya had left him.

In her last moments Tanya felt strangely warm, a small cherub approached the corpse of the girl.

The cherub in question existed in the image and likeness of Tanya, however, she kept both arms and eyes as no scars, while on her face a warm expression accentuated her natural beauty, however signs of fatigue were obvious on this cherub.

She complained out loud. "Dammit, the supreme being just changed all the rules of heaven. Can't you have some damn consideration?! I was just born a few seconds ago and was just starting to learn the rules before everything changed from the ground up. Also, the archangel just sent me directly to deal with the souls of the dead in this war, seriously. Who the hell would send a rookie directly into the field without prior training? Is this the curse of having a demanding boss? Shit I just want some peace; I'm not like a child angel or something? ¡This is child exploitation! Why the heaven have to be a black company?"

The girl with angel wings leaned over dead Tanya and looked at the girl's face curiously noting that there was something strangely familiar with her face, a few seconds passed before she shaked her head and then started to search on her list what was the fate of Tanya Von Degurechaff in the afterlife.

" Degurechaff , Degurechaff , Degurechaff … Huh? Strange, it's not on my list. What do I have to do with her then? I can't just leave her here to get lost in non-existence. Hell, my first day and I'm already in a dilemma, though, I don't think saving her is bad, right? I mean, the almighty would surely would forgive me for saving someone from non-existence... Wait, now that I think about it, isn't the bastard of my boss an all-seeing being?

In a matter of milliseconds the cherub knelt down and said. "I didn't mean to curse the first day of work, please don't fire me!"

After a couple of seconds without a second look, the cherub cautiously looked around before standing up.
"Well I will take this as a permission to reincarnate this soul."

Tanya's soul soon found itself in a new moment.

As for the blond cherub, she would soon discover that this new management system was incredibly familiar to her for some reason and soon to the dismay of being X, she had become the vice president of heaven, but that's another story.


author's note

Hey, it's finally time to go to Hogwarts , oh as you may have also noticed I didn't want to include the meeting with Draco in this chapter , instead I made up Tanya's dead and while I was doing it I wanted to write the story of the cherub in the form of Tanya , maybe I will write a one shot of that at some point

Speaking of the wand, to tell the truth it was a real headache, I thought of various options and combinations and even considered breaking Tanya's wand Once a year to put all the combinations that occurred to me.

In other point what do you think of Draco x Tanya ?

And even though I started the Fanfic with a pretty clear idea of the house I want to put Tanya in , that's also a thought that constantly haunts me.

Is she bravely blind and proud? As a Gryffindor

Dedicated and stubborn with hard work? As a Hyfflepuff

Intelligent? Like Ravenclaw

Twisted and cunning? Like a good Slytherin

I think all of the above are yes. But then I end up balancing which is the most prominent of all.

As I said, I already have my opinion more or less thought out but I want to read what you think.

One last thing, I started to write a fourth story... Sooooooooooo ... When I want to take a break from writing it's best to start writing more. (Or read fanfics )

Atte.

"See you in a couple of weeks ! "

J More

P.S. Who sends me to write such long chapters?