I do not own Harry Potter, only any OC that may appear in a story.

Hello guys, Badger here. Back again. University year is over, thank fuck. I have never experienced burnout as big as the burnout I went through over the last few weeks. Jesus christ. After the University year was over, I took a few days off, before going back to writing and here I am. Hopefully more chapters for my stories will be out soon.

I am glad to see that the first chapter of this story went down well with people, and I apologise for the wait for chapter two, but it is here now. Quite a lot happens in this chapter and some of it was written during my severe burnout, so I apologise if any of it is clunky or janky in terms of writing.

But for now, read on, enjoy and I'll see you at the end.

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Chapter 2

Things Are Going To Change Around Here

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The rumbling sound of thunder could be heard from outside, as Harry stood in darkness, wand in hand, a gleam in his eyes, as he had dark smile on his face as a Muggle man was twitching in pain, as he lay on the ground, tied in ropes, blood dripping out of his mouth from biting down on his tongue so hard to stop himself from screaming out in pain. Harry was almost certain the Muggle had bitten his tongue clean off, but couldn't be sure. The pain that the man had just suffered through filled Harry with sadistic joy. It made him even more gleeful, knowing that he was the one to cause such pain within the pathetic Muggle. And the power he felt radiating from the wand in his hand was intoxicating. An insane cackle rang out across the room, within the darkness. Harry turned around to see Bellatrix stepping out from the shadows, a sadistic and proud smile on her face, looking down at the Muggle man, twitching on the ground, giving him a swift kick to the gut.

"Well done my son..." She said "You've almost snapped his mind...how did it feel, my son?"

"It felt incredible Mother..." Harry smiled up at her "I've felt nothing like it before..."

"That true power, my son..." Bellatrix smirked "And in time, with my guidance and teachings, you will learn to master that power..."

"I can't wait for that day, Mother..." Harry said, smiling

"I know you can't..." Bellatrix smirked "Now do the spell again...I want you to keep going until this pathetic Muggles heart finally gives out from the pain..."

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Harry was jolted awake by the rumbling of the carriage compartment he was residing in. He let out a small, irritated growl about being woken up, in the middle of a lovely dream. A dream about the day he remembered well. The day his mother had him torture a pathetic Muggle, for the first time. He was eight years old, when it happened. His mother had taken him to a wand maker, Markarov, in Knockturn Alley, famous, or rather infamous, for making wands for Dark Wizards and Witches across Britain. The DMLE have tried to apprehend him multiple times, but he kept getting away. After Harry had acquired his wand, his mother had started teaching him everything she could about the Dark Arts and dark magic in general and, she was pleased with his progress so far.

And so was he. To this day, the power he felt when he held his wand in his hand was intoxicating. With a smile, Harry flicked his wand out of the holster on his arm, and into his hand, where he gazed upon the elegant and ominous dark piece of wood in his palm. As his eyes looked upon each groove and notch of the wood, Markarov's words echoed in his ears.

"Ah...Ebony wood, with a core made from the horn of a Basilisk...a very interesting, and extremely rare combination of materials...a combination of materials that makes for a powerful wand, with an affinity for the Dark Arts and Dark Magic..."

"Oh Markarov, you really know your stuff don't you..." Harry grinned, as he continued looking up and down the wood of his wand

"Come on Blaise, hurry up, every other compartment down there is full..." A voice said from outside the compartment

Harry's ears perked up from the voice and flicked his wand back into its holster before he stood up and opened the compartment door. As soon as he opened the door, he was met face to face with two people. One was a male, with dark skin, short black hair and greyish blue eyes. He was quite thin, and was the same height as Harry. The other was a female and was shorter then both Harry and the dark skinned boy, by a few inches. She had dark brown eyes and dark hair styled into a choppy bob cut that went down to her shoulders. She was breathing quite heavily with wide eyes, an arm raised. Probably because she was about to knock on the compartment door, only to nearly face plant into Harry's chest.

Harry looked between the two of them, restraining himself from smirking. During his time at Hogwarts he was going to need friends...and followers...and these two seem like they could be worthy enough to be the first.

"Yes, can I help you two?" Harry asked, in a smooth voice

"We're sorry, man..." the boy said, seeing as the girl was still looking at Harry, with wide eyes almost fearful "I'm Blaise Zabini and this is Pansy Parkinson...we were wondering if we could join you in your compartment...everywhere else we've been so far has been packed..."

"Hmm...I don't see why not" Harry nodded, as he sat back down onto his seat "Feel free to come in..."

Blaise and Pansy shared a look, before they entered the compartment and sat down on the seats opposite Harry, tucking any handheld luggage they had on the luggage racks above their seat. Whilst they sat down, Blaise had a stoic look on his face, though there was a slight narrowing of his eyes, as if curious as to who Harry was. Pansy, meanwhile, was fidgeting in her seat a little, feeling more then a little unnerved by the look of the Emerald glow in Harrys eyes. She was convinced that she was looking into the eyes of the devil, so did everything possible to not make eye contact with Harry. Something that amused Harry, slightly.

"So...who are you?" Blaise asked, after a few, uncomfortable, moments of silence

"Oh, I apologise, how rude of me..." Harry said, with a small smirk, spreading across his lips "Blaise, Pansy...I'm Harry Potter..."

Silence sat within the compartment. It was so silent, you could hear a pin drop onto the compartment floor, as Blaise and Pansy looked at Harry in shock, trying to process what they have just been told. They looked closer to see a hint of a lightning bolt scar poking out from under his messy black hair. Pansy's fear was immediately replaced with anger and irritation as she jumped out of her seat, her hands clenching into fists, glaring at Harry with a murderous gaze, as if the very sight of Harry, currently sat in front of her with a small smirk on his face, offended her.

"You're kidding me?!" She exclaimed "Harry Potter...you're telling me I've just gotten into a compartment with Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived...and I felt afraid of you...come on Blaise let's go, I'd rather not spend another moment with the son of a filthy, Mudblood!"

"Pansy, wait a moment..." Blaise said, though it was clear he felt disgusted too

Blaise, however, was immediately interrupted by the sound of Harry chuckling to himself. Blaise and Pansy looked at him. Blaise looked at him, as if he thought that Harry was mad and insane, whilst Pansy looked at him in anger, as if Harry chuckling offended her even more. However, Pansy also felt, a little unnerved once more, by Harrys dark and eerie chuckling.

"Something funny, Potter?" Pansy spat, swallowing her nerves

"Oh Pansy...sweet, uneducated Pansy..." Harry said, calming down "Whilst it is true, I am the Boy-Who-Lived and the son of Lily Potter...I refuse to associate myself, with filthy Muggles and equally filthy Mudbloods...especially when Mudbloods are nothing more then a mere stain on a perfect world and are undeserving, unworthy of magic and just a disgrace to magic and the Wizarding World, as a whole!"

Blaise and Pansy froze in shock, at Harrys words. They weren't sure what it was, that unnerved them more: What Harry had said, the fact that it was Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived and saviour of the Wizarding World saying those words, or the dark and cruel look in Harry's eyes when he said it. Maybe a mix of all three. Blaise and Pansy looked at one another for a moment, as if having a silent conversation before they looked back at Harry. Blaise had a curious, yet impressed look on his face, his stoic impression nearly breaking into a smile. Pansy meanwhile, had an impressed and gleeful expression on her face, looking practically giddy with excitement.

"Perhaps we got off on the wrong foot, Potter" She said, as she sat back down on her seat "I wouldn't expect Harry Potter of all people refer to them as filthy Mudbloods...whilst we agree with you...it's still surprising to see..."

"I owe it all to my Mother and her teachings" Harry smirked

"Your...mother?" Blaise asked, raising an eyebrow

"Yes..." Harry nodded "Lily Potter may have been my birth mother...she is not my Mother...nor will she ever be my Mother...the filthy Mudblood, that she is...no, my Mother is the one who's raised me over the last ten years, as her own, teaching me everything I know..."

"So who is this Mother of yours?" Pansy asked, intrigued

"Oh Pansy..." Harry chuckled as he leaned back in his seat "That's for me to know and for you two, to find out...depending..."

"Depending on what?" Blaise asked, as he and Pansy leaned forward in their seats.

"That doesn't matter right now..." Harry said dismissively

Blaise and Pansy looked at one another, sharing a confused and curious look. After a moment, Blaise shrugged his shoulders slightly, and the two dropped the topic for now. The two were certainly intrigued with the Boy-Who-Lived and they definitely wanted to find out everything they could.

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Dumbledore paced back and forth within his office inside Hogwarts Castle. Something he had been doing a lot since his...unpleasant meeting with Harry Potter, within Wools Orphanage, a few weeks back. His meeting with the Boy-Who-Lived had left a permanent chill within the Headmasters spine and, for the first time in a long time, he was afraid. Afraid of history repeating itself. Dumbledore left the Orphanage feeling like he had met an eleven year old Tom Riddle once again. If Harry Potter fell to the Dark Side and rose as a new Dark Lord, Dumbledore would never forgive himself. Dumbledore dare not tell any of his staff about his meeting with the boy, however. He feared as to what kind of response would occur if they knew. The last thing Hogwarts, and the Wizarding World itself, needed was fear and panic, especially with Voldemort himself, still out there. Dumbledore knew it was only a matter of time until the Dark Lord made his first move.

To begin with, Dumbledore had initially planned to test Harry throughout the year, to see what kind of training the boy would need, for when it came to fulfilling his destiny as the Boy-Who-Lived, the child of the prophecy, and defeat Voldemort for good. However, after his meeting with the boy, the plan had changed and the Headmaster was keen to the keep Harry as far away from Voldemort as possible. At least, until Dumbledore was certain he had been able to steer the boy onto the right path. The path of the light.

Only then will he train and prepare the boy.

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Outside the castle, across the lakes, the calm air was interrupted by the amount of Hogwarts Students getting off the Hogwarts Express in a disorderly manner, with the new First Years, forming a group around a large half giant, named Rubeus Hagrid, Keeper of keys and the grounds keeper of Hogwarts, with each new student looking up at the half giant in awe. Dressed in their Hogwarts robes, Blaise and Pansy followed alongside Harry. The two had become more intrigued with the boy over the last couple of hours, curious about his life over the last ten years, wondering what it was that turned him into a Pureblood Supremacist, despite not being a Pureblood himself. Harry had merely smirked at that and told them that its wrong to make assumptions. However, like every other question the two had asked him, he was either vague with his response, or evaded the question completely.

This made the two of them more determined to find out more about Harry. The boy clearly had secrets. Secrets they hoped he would share with them one day. There was an aura around him that intrigued them. They just couldn't place what it was just yet.

As Hagrid led the group of First Years to the boats that will lead them to the castle, one First Year, a small girl with two large front teeth and wild, bushy hair was rambling on and on to the person alongside her, all about magic and things she had read in the books she bought for Hogwarts. It was enough to give Harry a migraine. He could smell a Mudblood from a mile away and this girl was as insufferable as they come. Harry could only hope he didn't have to share a House with the girl.

The girl wouldn't last long in Slytherin anyway. The moment the rest of the Snakes figured out that she was a disgusting Mudblood, she'd be lucky to leave the Slytherin Common Room alive. Harry was glad his disgusting Half-Blood blood was flushed from his body and replaced with the blood of his Mother. When Harry was very young his Mother had taken him to Gringotts, for a Blood Adoption Ritual. Harry was too young to remember much of the ritual, but he'd never forget the pain he felt. As if the blood in his veins was being boiled. But, in the end, the pain was worth it. The blood of his Mother now ran through his veins. He was as Pure as any other Pure-Blooded Witch and Wizard.

Harry shook his head, removing himself from his reminiscing, and drowned out the Mudbloods insufferable ramblings, as Hagrid ordered the students to get into the boats, no more then four in each one. Harry raised an eyebrow, looking at how rickety the boats were, as they floated in the water. He scoffed at how ancient the boats looked, as he got into one with Blaise and Pansy. The rest of the students got to go to the castle, in a carriage, why couldn't they just do the same? Well, at least he wasn't sharing a boat with the insufferable Mudblood. Hagrid looked around, to make sure every student had gotten into a boat, before pulling out his umbrella and placing it against the surface of the water. This immediately caused all the boats to start moving forward, with a jolt. The sudden movement made Pansy stumble a little and would've fallen into the water, but Harry was able to grab onto her in time and kept her upright. Pansy took a few breaths, to calm herself from the sudden shock of almost falling into the water, before giving Harry a small and appreciative nod.

Harry nodded in return, before turned his attention, back to the water, just as the boats passed through a clearing, and the First Year students were greeted with the majestic sight of Hogwarts castle, sitting proud on top of a valley, surrounded by mountains and fields that seemed to go on for miles and miles. The First Year students looked upon the castle with adoration and awe, excited to see the castle for the first time, in front of them, the castle growing larger as they got closer. Harry, meanwhile, had a small smirk on his face upon seeing the castle. The castle where he will start laying the foundation of his plans. The school was going to change for the better, once he was inside.

And it did look quite majestic.

Once the boats had come to a stop at the boathouse, Hagrid had led them up the valley, towards the castle's courtyard, where Hagrid had handed them over to a rather stern looking witch, dressed in elegant green robes. Deputy Headmistress and Transfiguration Professor, Minerva McGonagall. She looked upon the students in silence for a moment, before speaking.

"Welcome First Years, to Hogwarts…" She said "Now in just a moment, I will lead you inside, towards the Great Hall, where you will join your fellow classmates and students, but before you take your seats, you will be sorted into your Houses…they are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin…I would like to take this moment to tell you now, that your House will be like your family, you look out for one another as if they're your own…now please, follow me…"

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Dumbledore sat up straight in his chair, squaring his shoulders, when the doors to the Great Hall opened, and McGonagall entered, quickly followed by the First Year students. His eyes narrowed when he saw Harry amongst them. He was pretty easy to spot. His pale complexion stood out, amongst the group.

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Harry hid a small smirk as he entered the Great Hall, with the rest of the First Years, his gaze landing on the Professors Table, with the Professors of Hogwarts sat proud. He could feel the magical power a few individuals possessed.

The first was Filius Flitwick, a Half-Goblin and the Hogwarts Charms Professor. However, Harry knew better then to underestimate the man. He may be small in size, but what he lacked in height, he made up for in Magical Strength and Ability. Before becoming a Professor at Hogwarts, Flitwick was a Duellist in a Duelling Ring, winning multiple championships during his tenure. Harry knew he would be foolish to not earn the Professors trust and loyalty, so when Harry rose to power, he'd have a powerful ally at his side.

The second was Severus Snape. The Hogwarts Potions Professor. The man who was friends with the Mudblood, Lily Potter. It was no secret that the man was in love with the woman, at least according to Harry's Mother, but no matter how much Snape loved the filth, his love for the Dark Arts was even greater. Despite being a Potions Professor, a subject that didn't require wands or magic, there was no denying the man had great Magical Power. The man would make an easy ally. Harry's mother told him that, during the war, Snape acted as a spy for the Dark Lord Voldemort. However, the Dark Lord, and just about every other Death Eater knew the man was acting as a Double-Agent. Working for both sides so, no matter who won the war, he'd come out on top. Snape had no sense of loyalty, he was loyal to power and power alone. When Harry rose to power, the man was going to have to figure out where his loyalties lay.

The third, was a strange looking man. A man that Harry didn't recognise. A squirrely looking man, dressed in black and purple robes, with a purple turban. The man was glaring at Harry with a strange look in his beady eyes. He didn't look threatening or strong, and Harry had no reason to believe he was, but Harry felt something beneath it all. Something dark. Harry wasn't sure what it was, but Harry was going to keep a close on the strange man.

Finally, there was Albus Dumbledore himself, sat in the middle of the Professors Table, in a large and obnoxious golden throne, and dressed in equally obnoxious, bright purple robes. The Headmaster of Hogwarts and self-appointed Leader of the Light. It was enough to make Harry scoff, but the power of the ancient Headmaster was undeniable. Dumbledore must've been close to 200 years in age. Strength meant nothing when it came to 2 centuries of knowledge and experience. The Headmaster was going to have to go eventually, before Harry could truly rise to full power. After Harry had taken that knowledge from the Headmasters head.

Harry turned his attention away from the Professors table as McGonagall stopped the First Years, in front of a stool, which held an ancient and dusty looking hat, which she picked up, just as a scroll appeared in her hands.

"Now…one by one, I will call each one of you up…" She said "You will sit down upon the stool…I'll place the Sorting Hat on your head…and you will be sorted into your Houses…"

For the next several minutes, Harry watched as each student was called up onto the stool and were sorted into their decided Houses. As each student went up, he kept an eye out for ideal followers. Students like Susan Bones would prove to be worthy allies. Eventually, McGonagall came up to a name that made Harry perk up.

"Draco Malfoy…" She said

Harry watched as Draco, a slender boy with the steel grey eyes of his mother, and the platinum blonde hair of his father, well kept and combed, walked up to the stool with a confident stride, before sitting down, allowing McGonagall to place the Sorting Hat onto his head. A second later, the hat called out:

"SLYTHERIN!"

Harry had a small smirk on his face, as Draco stood up, his robes donning the emerald green of Slytherin, the House crest on the right side of his robe, before making his way over to the Slytherin table, giving Harry a small and discreet wink as he passed by. The smirk on Harry's face grew, as McGonagall continued going through the list of names, until:

"Harry Potter!"

Instantly, the Great Hall was full of excited and shocked whispers and murmurs, as each student sat at the tables, tried to get a good look at the famous Boy-Who-Lived. Harry rolled his eyes, as he strode up to the stool and sat down, where McGonagall placed the Sorting Hat onto his head. As soon as Harry felt the hat press down onto his head, he was certain he felt the Sorting Hat shiver.

"Oh, my...my oh my..." The Sorting Hats voice echoed in Harrys mind, sounding both shocked and fearful "I must say, Mr Potter...out of all the things I expected to see inside your head...what I am seeing now, was not one of those things..."

"Your fear is pleasing..." Harry replied, mentally "However, tell anyone about what you've seen, and I'll personally pull you apart like a worthless piece of thread..."

"No need to make threats, Mr Potter..." The Sorting Hat replied, quickly "Due the enchantments used to create me, I am bound to secrecy about whatever I see in the heads of those, I sort, though I wish now I wasn't so...I must admit, Mr Potter, I loathe to sort you, however, it is my duty to do so, regardless of my personal feelings...and there is no need to figure out where to place you...I know where you belong...I hope you have a wonderful time here at Hogwarts in...SLYTHERIN!"

Harry smirked, not missing the scornful tones of the Sorting Hat as his robes changed to the Slytherin colours, and made his way over to the Slytherin Table, who were clapping, shocked that the Boy-Who-Lived of all people, was now one of them.

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Dumbledore felt his blood turn cold, when the Sorting Hat had made its decision on where to put Harry. After meeting the boy in Wools Orphanage, the possibility of the Boy-Who-Lived being placed in Slytherin, became a lot more unpleasant to think about. The Ancient Headmaster had prayed that such a thing wouldn't come to be, but his fear had come true. The possibilities of what might happen to the boy whilst in the House of Snakes was endless, and none of them were pleasant. After the Welcoming Feast, Dumbledore was going to ask for Severus' help in keeping an eye on the boy and make sure he's guided onto the correct path. With Harry residing Slytherin House, it will be a lot easier for Severus to keep a close on the boy. Closer than Dumbledore can. He was going to have to renew his plans a lot more then he initially thought.

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Dumbledore wasn't the only one watching Harry, as he made his way over to the Slytherin Table. Professor Quirrell was watching the boy, intensely, with beady black eyes. The Boy-Who-Lived. The boy who was able to destroy his Master. It was enough to make his blood boil. However, as he looked upon the boy, there was something about him that sent a chill through his spine. There was something...dark about the boy. He felt it. And his Master felt it too. His Masters voice echoed in his head as Quirrell sat there at the table, saying to keep a close eye on the boy, he may be a bigger nuisance and an equally bigger threat then his Master first thought.

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After the Welcoming Feast was over, Harry, along with Blaise and Pansy, entered the Slytherin Common Room, with the rest of the new Slytherin First Years. The Slytherin Common Room was a dark and dreary place, with the large ornate windows overlooking the bottom of the Black Lake, casting the Common Room in a dull and ominous green glow. Harry didn't have time to properly take in the place, when one of the older Slytherins, a Prefect and who's family was one of Voldemort's most loyal of supporters, came over and grabbed Harry by his collar.

"Well, well, look who it is…the so-called, Boy-Who-Lived himself…" The boy sneered, his wand pointed at Harry's temple "You have some real nerve being sorted into Slytherin, and sullying our House, you disgusting Half-Blood…we're going to make you regret ever being sorted here…"

Harry was silent, not even fazed or threatened, by the older student who currently had their wand pressed against his temple. Harry merely looked at him with a dark glare in his eyes. A dark glare that the older student hadn't noticed, seemingly taking offence at Harry's silence.

"Well…anything to say?" He demanded "Say something, you little…"

The boy was cut off, when he was suddenly sent flying across the Common Room, hitting a wall with a sickening crunch, as he fell unconscious. The other Slytherin students looked at Harry, in shock, who was standing there with a neutral expression, a wand in his hand, that wasn't there a moment earlier. Harry turned to look at the other students and they immediately took a step back, when they saw that the bright emerald green of his eyes, was now an ominous crimson, that seemed to be glowing like fire. None of them dared to admit it, but it terrified them.

"Disappointing…" Harry spoke in a smooth and dark tone "Very…disappointing…I was told that the noble name of Slytherin House has been dragged through the mud in recent years…however, I see now that it's worse than I initially thought…"

Harry paced back and forth as he spoke, glaring at the other students, who couldn't stop looking into the crimson of his eyes. Pansy and Blaise stood to one side, unsure of whether to be scared of impressed with their friend.

"That, is what our noble House has been reduced to, has it?" Harry demanded, pointing at the unconscious heap of the Slytherin Prefect on the floor "Charging in headfirst, like a typical Gryffindor, without a plan…a proper Slytherin would've taken some time, watch me from a distance, to determine if I was indeed a threat to the House and plan accordingly…but no…if you'd rather charge straight in, blundering like a pack of wild Hippogriff, then by all means, transfer to Gryffindor House, I'm sure you'll fit in well there…that is, if they don't chew you up and spit you back out first!"

Harry stopped pacing, as he continued glaring at the other Slytherin students. He then blinked where, instantly, the crimson was gone and his regular emerald green eyes had returned.

"Honestly, Salazar himself, will be ashamed of you lot and what his House has become" Harry rolled his eyes "Things are going to change around here…change for the better too…restore Slytherin back to its former glory as the best House in Hogwarts…let today be an example…and learn from it!"

The other Slytherin students watched, as Harry made his way out of the Common Room, into the boy's dormitory, taking the biggest room for himself. He doubted that others would object to such a thing. He hoped he wouldn't have to repeat himself after today, though he knew that would be wishful thinking. Sooner or later, someone was going to act up.

And he'll show them who's in charge around here.

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And that is Chapter 2 done.

How was it? Good? Bad? Somewhere in between?

As I said at the start, some of it was written during severe burnout, so if anything doesn't flow well, I apologise. But besides from those rough patches, I like how this chapter turned out. Before you ask, yes there will be more flashbacks of Harry's training with Bellatrix during his childhood and…what was that? Did Harry mention something about a Blood Adoption Ritual? And Harry and Malfoy seem to know each other? What?! More will be revealed in future chapters, especially the Blood Adoption Ritual which, before you ask, is not something I've made up. I've read it a few times in fanfiction and I've wanted to try new things in my stories.

Also, before I go, I have a question? Does Harry seem too over powered already? When writing the scene in the Slytherin Common Room, I was looking at it thinking: "Is Harry too over powered, too soon?". You see, whilst Harry is more powerful then the average student, due to Bellatrix training him, I want his transformation to be an overpowered wizard over the course of the story. So if he's too over powered in this chapter let me know, and I'll dial it down in the next chapters.

But for now, that is all. I hope you enjoyed and I will see you all next time, in whatever story I see you in.

Badger Out.

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