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Harry Potter: The Brazillian Witch.
By TimeTraveller-1900.
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The mirror he called the Time Mirror within the Room of Requirement, showed Harry Potter a grim future, a possible future he didn't like the look of, not one little bit. Harry stood back as he watched the collection of images flash by him; the constant hexing from the students landing him in hospital after they'd discovered his ability to speak parseltongue and Pomfrey doing little but the barest minimum as her prejudices concerning dark magic coming out, McGonagall and Sprout giving him detentions…but those were already happening; the moments from the future that concerned him the most might not have happened, but there were so many possibilities.
Harry dying in the Chamber of Secrets…
Harry falling from his broomstick after the Dementors stormed the Quidditch pitch…
Harry losing his soul to the Dementors who would be coming next year…
Lord Voldemort returning, and Harry either escaping or getting killed, his body then used for more arcane and evil magical experiments…all of those times he had worked hard, hoping to become a better wizard…wasted.
Just seeing those moments in those potential futures made him feel horrified. Harry had discovered the Room of Requirement the year before during his exploration of the castle.
Thanks to the Room, Harry had learnt how to summon whatever he wanted, which included books on magic that the Hogwarts Library didn't have. But he also indulged in his shape-changing powers; the books he'd found called him a metamorphamagus, and he had discovered he was a full metamorphamagus, but a check showed that those powers had been blocked, by someone very powerful.
Harry had learnt Albus Dumbledore had made sure he was with the Dursleys, so he was the only candidate.
But that didn't mean he couldn't indulge in his hobby of transforming himself into a girl; in the past, it had been only a partial transformation, but now the blocks on his magic had been broken and he could transform fully, opening new doors and possibilities for him.
Harry had discovered enough about Dumbledore after returning to Diagon Alley and learning about the legacy left to him by his parents, to know Albus Dumbledore had meddled too much with his life. It was bad enough the old man had kept him at the Dursleys, but now he had to put up with the bullying going on here. Harry hadn't known about the stigma behind parseltongue, but Harry's studies had involved things like time travel, parallel universes, soul magic, and immortality; he had nearly been killed more than once, and he had seen the value in seizing the opportunities that presented themselves, and realising how mortal he was, and how he felt that a longer life would help; he didn't want to live every day with the spectre of Lord Voldemort looming over his shoulders without the chance of having a new life.
Harry had always longed to be someone else; whenever he used his metamorphamagus powers, he was not Harry Potter anymore, and Harry wished he could do it for real. He had looked through the Room's resources to find out if there was a magical form of immortality, which could do the same thing, and he had found there was.
Essence transfer.
With essence transfer, Harry was able to dream of a time when he could be someone else. Because he knew the truth.
Lily and James Potter were still alive.
When he'd discovered the news, Harry had been stunned, outraged and horrified by his discovery. The Dursleys had always told him he was unwanted by everyone. Over the years Harry had simply ignored it; when you heard the same material time and time again, you just became desensitised to it all.
They had faked their deaths years ago, and for reasons he couldn't even begin to grasp, they had left him to be abused and hated by everyone, from the Dursleys to his own fellow witches and wizards. Why? Harry had discovered the truth the year before, just before his first year at Hogwarts, and he was shocked and disturbed. At the time he had wondered, had Hagrid rushed through the shopping trip at Diagon Alley because of that?
No.
That made no sense. Hagrid had told him some stories of Lily and James Potter, so he genuinely believed them to be dead. The only thing that made sense was he clearly didn't know about those details, and he'd merely been told by someone else to rush through the trip, for reasons unknown. But Harry didn't care. He found he truly didn't care about his parent's reasons. They were alive, and he wanted nothing to do with them. Harry really did not know if they would reveal their survival later in the future, but if they did, they would discover he wasn't around anymore. He planned to be gone by that point. They could do whatever they wanted then, they would be homeless, penniless, as he had ordered the goblins to move the contents of the Potter family vaults to new ones. Only he had the keys.
But right now he had more immediate problems of his own.
Harry moved into the Room of Requirement, for his own safety. Everyone had been bullying him for the last few weeks since the Duelling club fiasco. But now, Harry had no real desire to stay.
That night, he planned to just leave Hogwarts. When he got out, he would be someone else.
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The Amazon rainforest was full of life. Trees and plants made them appear from a bygone era, but the deeper you went, the stranger it became…almost…magical as if the rainforest was torn between reality and fantasy. Plants and animals became more magical, and they were magical. But the dense rainforest was the last place anyone would ever believe would be the home for one of the world's oldest and most renowned magical schools.
Isabella landed with a gasp as the portkey landed her, and the other new first years just outside the school.
Looming overhead was the amazing edifice that was Castelobruxo castle; it was evening, but there were magical lights, showing the gleaming golden rock walls of the school. After patting herself down, making sure that her wand was in good condition and hadn't been damaged by the portkey, Isabella looked around, smiling at the other first years before they were ushered into the school.
Many of the students were gazing around with awe; many of them were muggle-borns, and they were staring at the magical decorations and portraits, showing the former students of Castelobruxo over the centuries. Here and there, parts of the jungle outside were allowed to grow, giving the school a much more natural appearance, compared to Hogwarts. While the outside of the school was golden rock, the inside of the school was a mixture of golden rock and rich wooden decorations.
The Headmistress of the school stood, as did the older students. Isabella studied the hall. It was nothing like the one she had become used to at Hogwarts. This hall consisted of long tables with students of all ages. Castelobruxo, unlike Hogwarts and Ilvermorny, had no houses.
"Welcome," the Headmistress smiled, "welcome to Castelobruxo. It's lovely to see you all. Welcome to your first year at this school. Castelbruxo, like all magical schools, has contributed richly to the magical world. We have had masters and mistresses in potions, famous magi-zoologists, duellists, charms and runes savants, and while we are aware many of you will grow differently, we hope that you will all contribute to Brazil's proud heritage. Now," she smiled, "please take your seats, wherever you wish, and enjoy the feast."
Isabella took her seat with her friends near some third years.
Now, she was a student of Castelobruxo.
The End.