"Now I see why they're insisting on giving me this broom." The Boy-Who-Lived smirks to himself as he sits on his brand new flying broom while floating two-digit feet in the air after zooming around the field. "Though I suspect it's the money from my bank account they withdrew from."

Technically they used their money, and I made the transfer to make it legit.

"And I thought you're above bending rules." Harry chuckles and stands on the broomstick, guiding it to lazily fly around then speeds it up a bit…

"Hey, Harry! Over here!" The current Captain of Gryffindor's Quidditch House Team shouts to get the boy's attention as he's standing below him. The boy quickly gets to a proper position and flies down to meet up with Wood. "Nice flying Harry. Good control over the speed of the broom, and even some air tricks, you are a natural at this."

"I had a fun and chaotic childhood." Harry chuckles, and points at the crate Wood is pulling on the ground. "So that's all we need today?"

"Just some basic knowledge for you to understand Quidditch." Wood opens the crate, and Harry sees four ball-like objects in it, with two of them moving constantly while being chained. "Have you ever read about Quidditch?"

"Heard from Ron's excited story."

"Right. Okay, here's the start. This one…" He picks up a red ball the size of a soccer ball. "Is a Quaffle. There are three Chasers in each team with the goal to throw it into the loop…" Harry follows where Wood's finger points to and sees the three hops on one side of the field. "And gain points. One shot is worth ten points. You follow?"

"All clear."

"To prevent the Chasers getting points, there's a Keeper. I'm the current one for the team. These two…"

"Look like hyped kids."

"And brutal ones. Their only purpose is to knock people off the brooms."

Now that earns Wood a look of surprise from the younger boy. "While being on the air?"

"Don't worry. In every match, there are spells to prevent you from crashing to the ground. You still fall, by the way."

"So you can still get bruisers?"

"Of course. Oh and we have Beaters to protect other members and knock the Bludgers to the opposite team. Fred and George are the men for the job." A thumb up from Harry signifies that he understands all. Wood then reaches his hand to the smallest golden ball. "And this is your target as a Seeker: The Golden Snitch. Worth a hundred and fifty points, almost guarantee a win. And it's the only way to end a game."

"...So basically I have a target painted on my back."

"Pretty much." The two laugh. The Captain then reaches for a bag in his pocket and shows Harry the ordinary golf balls in it. "It's a bit dark now and I don't want the Golden Snitch to fly away, so we will test with these ones first. Care to demonstrate how quick your reaction is?"

Between homework, Quidditch training and Peeves and the twin's pranks, Harry suddenly realizes that he's been in Hogwarts for two months when he notices the Halloween decoration. Though that doesn't really lift his spirit up after hearing his friend bad-mouthing the bookworm and seeing the girl running away in tears. He tried to urge Ron to say sorry to the girl, but the boy just said/theorized that Hermione 'finally realized she has no friends'. However, Harry suspects it's just a front because he did see the red-headed being a little uncomfortable. They found out that the bookworm's in the girl's bathroom, and Harry suggested Ron apologize after the dinner. He reluctantly agreed…

"TROLL! IN THE DUNGEONS!"

Only if it's that easy. During dinner, Professor Quirrell sprinted into the hall in terror and warned others loudly about the threat. When the person faints, all young students start screaming in fear, causing an uproar. Except Harry, who just starts wiping his mouth and hands with a napkin knowing that his meal has to stop. To him, the troll is indeed a threat, but not to the point of scaring the hell out of people like that.

An angry CPU with a hammer or an embarrassed 'mother' CPU with a frying pan would be considered more dangerous.

…

The two said people sneeze.

…

Back in Hogwarts, Dumbledore has to throw out several firecrackers to silence all. He then orders the Prefects to bring the students back to the dorm…

"Hermione is still in the bathroom." Harry grabs Ron's left arm to stop him from following the others. "We should go warn her."

"Really?" The red-headed bites his lips, then snaps. "Alright, but we better not let Percy see us."

Harry decides to not comment on that, since he has learnt how the Weasley's brothers' affection for each other.

After a few stairs, they almost reach the destination when a foul stench hits their noses, causing them to cringe in disgust. Ron covers his mouth to avoid throwing up as he says: "It's so smelly…" They peek from a corner and see the roaming monster pulling a wooden club on the ground while lazily entering a room. "Hey, I see the keys on the lock. We could lock it in."

"Good idea." The other boy agrees and they slowly walk to the door, avoiding making any sounds and slowly close the door… until Harry gets a glimpse of the inner space. "Wait, Ron! This is the girl's bathroom!"

That stops the red-headed from reaching to the key, as he looks at his friend then to the inside of the room. His face now is as pale as the Bloody Baron. And it gets paler when both hear the scream from the room, a high-pitched tone with fear in it.

Not a second late, Harry quickly throws the door open and rushes into the room, followed by Ron. They see Hermione crawling into a corner, frantically trying to avoid being in the troll's vision. The monster is advancing and breaking sinks in its way.

"I will distract it! Get Hermione out of there Ron!" Pulling his right wand out. Harry reaches his left hand to a broken debris nearby and throws it directly to the troll's head. It definitely gets the monster's attention as it turns to him. The Boy-Who-Lived points the wand and shouts: "FLAME!" A fireball fires out and hits the troll in the back. To Harry's slight surprise, the monster doesn't react too much to the hit. However, it seems that it knows that Harry just attacked it, so it screams and swings the club towards him, forcing him to roll out of the way. Thankfully the troll's attention is fully on him, so Ron has the chance to run to Hermione and try to pull her out of her shock.

Seeing the water starting to blast everywhere and spraying most on the troll, he changes his wand's movement and fires a thunderbolt to his opponent. That seems to work as the monster tenses up, it tries to lift the club but its muscle is cramping. Though it doesn't last long as it lifts the club again and slams it on him if he doesn't already move out of the way. Though the troll goes berserk as it swings the club wildly, not allowing Harry to perform any quick spells.

Seeing no options, Harry makes a thrust movement with his left arm, and his second wand comes out and reaches his hand. "RON! Get Hermione out of its back!" The echo rings the monster's ears, and it's not taking well as it's preparing for another slam. However, Harry moves first as he points both his wands to the opponent and shouts: "BLAST RUSH!" The spell combined by two wands holds enough power that manages to knock the troll off its feet, temporarily stopping it from rampaging.

Ron takes the chance to pull Hermione out of the corner and rushes back to Harry. When they regroup, the troll gets up and reaches for its club. Instinct comes in, and Ron pulls his wand out and points to the club and shouts: "WINGARDIUM LEVIOSA!" The troll slams the club down, only for its grip to slip and the club floats in the air due to Ron's spell. It looks at its empty hand in confusion then looks up, only for Ron to cancel the spell and drop the club into its head, knocking it out as it falls face-first to the ground, creating a small earthshake.

"...Thanks Ron." Harry lets out a breath of relief and talks to his friends gratefully. "You okay Hermione?"

"...Is…" The girl manages to get her voice back, but she's sitting on the floor. "Is it… dead?"

"Unlikely. That drop's short. It may have a concussion though."

Ron then notices the second wand in Harry's left hand being held not by the hand but by something metallic strapped in the boy's arm. "Hey Harry, where did you get that wand?"

"Ah… that's my second wand." He chuckles at his friends' expressions. He makes a hand gesture and the wand retracts back into his sleeve and disappears, leaving no traces of existence. "Keep it a secret, would you?"

The door behind them suddenly slams open and reveals Professor McGonagall, Quirrell and Snape rushing into the room. The DADA teacher screeches and clutches his heart when he realizes the troll, the Potion teacher quickly bends down to analyze the troll, and the Transfiguration teacher is glaring at the trio in cold fury.

"What on earth were you all thinking of? You were all lucky to not get killed by the troll. Why weren't you all in the dormitory?"

Harry feels a piercing glance from Snape, though he shrugs it off. He opens his mouth…

"I'm sorry, Professor. They were looking for me."

"Miss Granger?!"

To his surprise, the girl gets back on her feet quickly as she looks at the angry woman apologetically. "I went looking for the troll… because I thought… I could beat it." Ron drops his wand, and Harry simply pockets his without losing his focus on the girl, thinking how crazy that sounds. "I might be dead if it wasn't for them to find me. Harry distracted the troll with…" She then closes her mouth, her eyes glance back to Harry with the look of 'Can I?' and the boy nods. "...Spells that shot fire, then he shocked the troll and knocked it back with a strong wind. Ron then lifted the troll's club up and dropped it on its head. There was… no time to call for others… and I was almost killed…"

Ron stiffens up, trying to make it look like it is what happened. Harry doesn't bother to change his expression, since he knows it's mostly true.

"If… If that's the case…" McGonagall's fury drops slightly after hearing the 'correct' story. "Miss Granger, you are foolish if you think you can tackle a mountain troll on your own." The girl hangs her head down in shame. Harry guesses it's from the lying other than what the Professor is saying. "I'm disappointed in you. Five points will be taken from Gryffindor for your actions. If you're not hurt, I suggest you return back to the tower. Students are finishing the feast in their houses."

"I'm sorry." The girl says once more before leaving the room.

"And you two." Harry turns her gaze back to the teacher. "Not many First-Years can beat a mountain troll, even if it's mostly luck. Each of you wins five points. Mister Weasley, I wish to talk a bit more to mister Potter. Can you follow Miss Granger and keep an eye on her?"

Ron nods and says his goodbye then leaves.

"...Is what Miss Granger said true? I don't remember if First-Years were taught those spells."

"It's from where I live." Harry answers simply, not going into further details. He sees an additional stare that definitely doesn't come from Snape…

"...Is it possible for you to… eliminate it if those two weren't with you?"

"No way in Celestial, Professor. Those spells I know are only for novices. And my SP pool is so low that…" He notices a strange look from McGonagall. "You can say that I can only perform those spells a number of times before I need to wait for an amount of time before the next uses."

"...Very well. You may leave."

Harry nods and heads out instantly. When he reaches the Fat Lady, he says the password so the woman lets him enter the dorm. When the portrait opens up, he sees Ron and Hermione standing next to the door instead of joining the others. And it looks like the former just said something to the latter because she responds: "It's… alright. Apology accepted."

And that's enough for Harry to know what the conversation is about. Grinning, he wraps his arms around the two's shoulders much to their surprise and starts pushing them into the common room. "That's great to see you for being friends again. Now let's fill up our stomachs, ey?"

Taking a second to adjust, his friends chuckle at how Harry changes the atmosphere as they grab their own plates and pick the food onto them. They then pick a corner where nobody really pays attention to them and start eating. Ron then whispers: "Hey, I thought you only needed one wand to perform spells. Why did you buy two?"

"Style." Harry whispers back. "On a serious note, I asked Olivander about wands that can be used on both hands, and he said those wands weren't powerful."

"I didn't read any of that in the books." Hermione questions. "Where did you get that idea from?"

Ron then remembers. "Wait, so back on the train, the spell… But you said that you didn't perform any spells from where…"

"Have to keep your cards out of everyone's views, don't you?" Harry winks, and his friend chuckles in amusement. "I haven't really told you about where I live, have I?"

"I… guess another world? You called it 'Game Industry' or something before, right?"

"Gamindustri, yes. And my mother is, well, was a Goddess."

That makes Ron choke on his food that causes him to reach for his drink and gulp it down, while Hermione widens her eyes in shock.

Once he's done, the red-headed half shouts half whispers: "Are you serious? The one I saw on the platform and we saw in your, what, call? She's a Goddess?"

"You saw her transformation, right?"

"But I thought she's just a Metamorphmagus!"

"Meta… what? I guess one can transform herself to something else?"

"Yes!"

"All Goddesses have at least two forms. And there are over ten of them in my place." Harry reveals more. "And the transformation thing… yeah, I guess it's a bit rare here, huh?"

"Of course it's rare!"

Harry tucks his tongue out and scratches his head. "I guess having overpowered family members can cause problems in my thinking."

"I think the right word would be 'omnipotent'." A new voice speaks up, and the three instantly turn to see who just said that. "Hey kid. Nice job beating that troll."

"Oh hey, my favorite kidnapper!" Harry grins ear-to-ear as the person is completely unfazed at how he addresses her. He turns to see both of his friends petrified by how he called her and how she looks. "This is Croire, who technically stole me from my last relatives. And yes, she's a fairy."

"I only use this form to talk to you." She's currently having her own plate (her size) and food in it. "So no, I'm no fairy."

Ron slowly turns back to the Boy-Who-Lived and mumbles: "Harry… you just said she kidnapped you…"

"From what the others said, leaving me to the last relatives might not be a good choice. Even the Professors confirmed it."

"But still… wouldn't it be better to just give you to other wizard families instead of…"

"You can ask that to the old man himself." The 'fairy' then changes the subject: "I would give you a six out of ten for that fight."

"Six? Really?" Harry groans in disappointment. "I thought I handled it well!"

"That's because of the Thunder spell you used. You and your friends were in close proximity while water was spraying everywhere, it could have harmed them."

"...That's true." The boy has no choice but to admit that she's right. "But it works in the end, right?"

"Hey, I'm not judging, just giving you what I thought." Throwing a piece of cake into her mouth, she continues: "The books in here are surprisingly outdated."

"Coming from a million-year tome?" A nearby book is suddenly jerked and aimed right at Harry's head who ducks in time. "Hey, I'm not judging."

"Funny, kiddo."

Ron and Hermione look at where the book just flew from, and see some of the Gryffindors have also noticed the change and now they're looking at their group. And obviously they see the fairy chatting with the Boy-Who-Lived.

"Uh… Harry?" The red-headed nudges his friend. "Want to deal with that?"

"Deal with…" The boy stops talking with the fairy and peeks out of her book and sees most of the Gryffindors, young and old, are staring at him and the ancient tome with great interest. "Uh… bye." He immediately rushes back to his dorm room…

"Not so fast, buddy." Unfortunately his escape's guarded by the twin, and now he's being put in a chair centered in the room, and the 'fairy' just floats lazily next to the boy with a smug face. Fred looks at the 'fairy' and asks: "Hey lady. Care to introduce yourself to us?"

"Does it look like I would answer for free?" Wearing the same smile, the 'fairy' replies. Then she continues: "Seeing Harry's funny face would be worth it, though."

Harry reaches his hand under her book and plans to slam it shut, but Croire sees it coming and slightly floats out of his reach.

"Nice try, kid. Anyway, the name's Croire. Just someone who watches history."

"Watch history? Sounds boring." George says, having his time wasted in Binns' classes.

"Oh, that's because you all can only read what the people wrote down. I can be there when an event happens."

"Don't leave the part where you can mess with it if Dad and Uncle don't stop you."

Another book aims at Harry's head, and misses again.

"Why are you here, anyway? Thought you have better places to go."

"And miss your first actual fight with a monster?"

"Wait, fight?" Neville asks in worry. "Don't tell us you fought the troll?"

"Well…" Harry drags the word out in order to find a way to not blow their covers. "It just popped out of nowhere, so…"

"So did you win?" Seamus interrupts.

"Eh… kinda? Ron knocked it out, though."

"Really? Nice!" Fred pats on his brother's shoulder and shakes him a bit in an exciting way. "Father would love to hear that! Defeating a troll in your first year!"

As the twin is now asking details about the fight with their brother, Dean asks Harry: "Hey, can you show us a bit more about where you live?"

"...Can we?" The boy turns to the tome and asks, not wanting to risk it.

And the person just shrugs. "If you can cause chaos, go ahead."

"That's not how you suggest it to someone." Some students chuckle at how Croire says. "But, where to start…"

"How about your parents?" Lee is the next one. "Is the one you called 'Mom' before your actual mother?"

"...Hermione, care to count the number of people having your expression?" That earns the boy a book slap on the head by the girl. "Anyway, yes, she's my adopted mother. And she's a Goddess."

To nobody's surprise (and Harry and Croire's amusement), everyone's mouth hangs out in shock. After a few seconds, Alicia questions: "Are… are you kidding us? Goddesses?"

"Well, it's a bit different from the place, but the people call them Goddesses if they don't want to use 'CPU'. They're more like Presidents."

"Forgot none of them ages and they are powerful?" Croire reminds him. "That's why the citizens called them Goddesses."

"And your… father?" Someone else continues.

"He… uh, what is he?"

If it's a cartoon, all students have a question mark above their heads when the boy turns to the tome and questions.

"...We don't know?"

"Not even you?"

"Hey, if I do, we would have won against him at least once already. The only person who can 'somewhat' defeat him is your Uncle."

"Really? I found it hard to believe." Now Wood is suspicious of that. "Professor Headmaster did a lot of great feats…"

"Want to beat that?" Croire manages to find a piece of history she recorded and shows it to the students through a transparent screen. And the Gryffindors are seeing a giant lizard-like creature the size of a huge room with tentacles with mouths spouting from its body and a huge extra mouth on the abdomen. "Its name is Time Eater, and it self-explains what it can do, and it is only on a MIDDLE level of a threat. It took a combination of at least four Goddesses to beat it."

"Time Eater…" Hermione repeats the name. "If that thing is only mid, then… what's the higher one?"

"This kiddo's mother. She almost collided two dimensions into each other and destroyed both. That took all CPUs and the early generation of Protectors to defeat her."

All eyes almost roll out of the sockets when they hear that. Neville questions fearfully: "Then how is she not in…"

"Because it's decades ago, and she has changed sides. Also, it's partly the people's fault that she did that. Million years of grudge isn't easy to ignore." Seeing that the people's showing fear, Croire chuckles. "Now this is fun. Like when Rei provoked people to overthrow the CPUs…"

"With your help."

"Yep. Now, I think I took your time enough. Goodnight, kiddo." The Gryffindors see a portal being opened behind the 'fairy' as she just floats backward to it, disappearing from everyone's vision as the portal closes.

"...I think I can see why you're not scared of things in here. You're living with worse."

"Yep!" Harry's cheery answer for Ron's statement causes the atmosphere to break as all just chuckle/laugh at his antics. "Good ending for a Halloween night, heh? Time to go to bed!"