Isekaied by an inept Fanfiction Writer into Harry Potter
A story by DaManWriter, the inept Fanfiction Writer.
Disclaimer: If I did own Harry Potter or any other franchise that might get mentioned in this work, I'd relax on a tropical island right now instead of writing a disclaimer. I just borrow the characters for a bit and return them unharmed. Perchance.
Chapter 6
"The goblins told me about several properties I can access, Dobby. We will go to Potter Manor, I already got a port key from Gringotts. So hold on and let's go. Activate!"
They appeared in front of a large ornate metal portal in a high wall. Around them was a deserted forest. Harry pushed at the portal which didn't budge, obviously locked, then pulled out one of the documents from Gringotts.
"Let's see. I am Harold James Potter, Heir of House Potter. I demand access!"
Creaking the portal slowly swung open. An old elf popped in.
"Master Harry? Master Harry is back! I am the head elf, Floppy."
Harry checked the elf, who was wearing some kind of butler uniform with the Potter house crest.
"Hello, Floppy. You speak surprisingly well."
The old elf looked proud.
"The Potters always took good care of their elves, including education."
Harry grinned.
"Well, that's great. This is my personal elf, Dobby. Please look after him, get him a uniform, show him the ropes. But for now, I'd like a tour of the manor."
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In the DMLE Dumbledore was being led to an interrogation room when his long beard caught on to something and... ripped off?
"What in Merlin's name..."
Dumbledore's obviously fake beard was hanging from a desk they just passed. A grinning auror picked up the beard and handed it to the headmaster who had turned pale.
"Here is your beard, Headmaster Dumbledore."
He slung the beard around Dumbledore's shoulders like a feather boa. Stifled laughter could be heard all around.
Unnoticed by anyone a small beetle sat on a wall watching everything. It seemed to quiver with fear. Or maybe tremble with excitement?
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Luna Lovegood also was sitting, but in a tree near the Rook. She was either watching squirrels or looking at something only she saw, impossible to tell. Not far off, unseen but not unheard, was Ginny Weasley enthusiastically playacting her wedding with Harry Potter.
A squirrel kitten fell from a branch higher up and landed on Luna's head who didn't react at all. Time seemed to stand still for a moment, then the squirrel hopped away and the girl climbed down the tree seemingly deep in thought.
The reality axis was slowly shifting. Very slowly, actually. It might have started several days ago without her noticing right away until it was displaced far enough. Luna skipped back to her house planning to check her grandmothers copious notes to search about dimensional alignment and the possibility of trans dimensional creatures appearing. Maybe I can finally catch a crumple horned Snorkack!
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Harry walked through the huge Potter Manor. Man, this place is fucking enormous! Floppy had shown him several studies, a ball room, two dining rooms, the kitchen, two drawing rooms, a library and the owlery. Hedwig seemed to still be rather weary of the new Harry, as soon as he entered the owlery she took flight. Several minutes later Floppy ushered Harry into the last destination of the inspection.
"This is the master bedroom, Master Harry."
It was large, like everything in the house. There was a large balcony looking over the large garden, he could see a large pond and what looked like a large, possibly full size quidditch pitch. Unlike the real Harry he had not that much interest in sports and way too much shit to do than to waste time with chasing balls sitting on a broom, especially considering the excessive training involved. He'd leave the quidditch team once back at Hogwarts. This would make his so called best mate Ron unhappy, which made Harry kinda happy.
"I love this house! I also love this room."
"Should I get your belongings here, Master Harry?"
He nodded and walked to one of the two doors in the room. Well, three if you counted the glass one leading out to the balcony. Opening one he found a nice bathroom, behind the last was a dressing room with all his clothes already in there, sorted by color. The hell? Damn, those elves work fast!
"Thank you, Floppy. You did a good job maintaining this place."
The elf shook his head suddenly looking depressed.
"No, Floppy did not. The manor is damaged and without a Master to order me I could do nothing about it. Almost a fifth of the building is uninhabitable and sealed. I got everything from those rooms that was not destroyed and placed it in storage."
"That is fine, we will take care of it. I already called Gringotts to look at it."
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In Malfoy Manor Lucius and his son sat in the former's office discussing the latter's marriage prospects.
"Your girlfriend is a problem, Draco. The Parkinsons, while certainly pure enough, are kinda beneath us. Also we have to keep up appearances, our aristocratic look. Especially the hair we Malfoys are so famous for."
The girl was a rather short brunette so Draco understood. Well, not like he did care one bit.
"Pansy is well suited to play around with, but not someone I want to spend my life with, father."
"Very good, Draco. Five generations of Malfoys have married blonde women and managed to keep our appearance consistent."
"I understand, father."
"That is why I have decided on Daphne Greengrass for you. Her look is immaculate, her pedigree untainted, her manners impeccable."
Draco thought about Daphne. She was a beauty, he'd love to lay his hands upon the ice queen of Hogwarts.
"Will her little sister be a problem? She does have a crush on me."
"Her sibling Astoria would be just as perfect if she didn't have the black hair of her late grandmother. No matter, she will get over it. Quite more important is that Daphne is the heiress and has no brother."
Oh yeah. Without a heir as Daphne's husband he and his children will inherit the Greengrass fortune. Draco grinned.
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Just after dinner the assessment group arrived. Most of the team climbed around the sealed rooms to check the damages, some examined the wards. One of those, a red haired man, approached Harry.
"Hello Mr. Potter. I am William Weasley, Gringotts curse breaker. I got called from Egypt to place this manor under a new fidelius."
They shook hands.
"Weasley? Are you Ron's brother?"
"That I am."
"Can you ask him why he didn't answer my mail since the end of school when you see him?"
William looked surprised by that, he thought those two were best mates.
"Sure, I can do that. Now about that fidelius, since you will get a large repair team here shortly I think it's best to create e temporary one you can share with the team. After the repairs are done I'll erect the permanent one with a new secret, so everyone working here will no longer remember the place."
"Excellent. Make it so."
While the curse breaker went to work a goblin of the assessment group walked up.
"We are done checking the damage. It's not as bad as expected, the structural stability of the building is fine. You will get a cost and duration estimate for the repairs tomorrow. We also checked the wards, they are all in working order. Some tweaking is needed and will get done tomorrow as well. There are several additional wards we will erect according to your commission, all of that will be done by the end of the week."
"You goblins are hard and fast workers. May your gold flow and your enemies flee in desperation."
The assessor looked at him for a moment, then gave a short bow.
"Thank you, Heir Potter. It is nice to be appreciated, it happens quite rarely."
"Well, most wizards are arrogant idiots, right?"
The goblin grinned, then turned and walked to the others who were waiting nearby.
Heh, the little bastards are such suckers for a little respect and wizard kind was both too dumb and too arrogant to use that. What a bunch of inbred imbeciles.
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Dumbledore's interrogation didn't take long. Considering the damning evidence he had no chance but to tell his tale.
The headmaster hated nothing more than having to tell people things they should not know about, which was basically everything. Oh well...
As long as the case was open he was no longer allowed to come within 100m of Harry Potter. Still Dumbledore tried to haggle.
"What if I have to call him to my office for some reason?"
Madam Bones sighed.
"You won't."
"I won't?"
"Exactly. You won't talk with him. You won't deal with Harry Potter at all. If needed use your deputy McGonnagall. Stay on your best behavior. That will be all, Headmaster."
Grumbling the man stood up and walked to the door.
"Expect a trial around the time Hogwarts starts again. There also might be further charges pressed by both Harry Potter and Gringotts, you know."
Dumbledore groaned. Now that he thought about it the Wizengamot will not be happy at all. Time to call in some favors.
Amelia watched the old man leave thinking about what Harry Potter had told her. Dumbledore really was a manipulative bastard, just like he said. That gives more credence to his other information, the innocence of Sirius Black. In Azkaban without a trial due to a conspiracy in the previous government - and once more Dumbledore was implicated.
Damn! She actually knew Sirius as a fellow auror and had been quite fond of the man back then - like most females in the Auror Office. Why had she never investigated?
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Deciding to start collecting the Horcruxes... Horcruces... Horcruxi... the fucking soul containers Harry took the easy route.
"Kreacher!"
Some seconds later the clearly reluctant elf popped in, ugly as ever.
"The nasty half blood called Kreacher! Poor Kreacher didn't want to come to the heir of the blood traitor but magic forced him..."
"Shut the fuck up!"
The loinclothed elf with white hair growing out of his ears looked hatefully at the boy-who-lived but was silent.
"You are going to fucking love what you will hear soon, Kreacher. But first we have to establish some ground rules."
Harry started slowly walking around the elf.
"I order you to tell no Black, no current and no future ones, and also nobody else what you are going to hear in the next half hour. I order you to kill yourself rather than reveal those secrets. From now on you will not follow the orders from any Black alive save Lord Sirius Orion Black and me, Heir Black. Tell me Kreacher, is there any loophole in those orders that might enable you to reveal the secrets you are about to hear?"
The elf, looking as if it wanted nothing more than to rip Harry's throat out, spat out his answer.
"No, those orders prevent me from doing that."
"Fucking excellent! Kreacher, I am not Harry bloody Potter. I am a pure blood possessing him, and I possess him for good. I am going to help you fulfill the last order of your old Master Regulus Black, the destruction of Salazar Slytherin's locket. You are going to help me killing a bunch of wizards and witches. I plan to get rid of Dumbledore and Voldemort, because they are both annoying, competition, and I fucking hate the bastards. I plan to take over wizarding Britain, for now. The world will be my oyster."
Kreacher's already large eyes grew bigger and bigger during the speech. His mouth opened and closed several times.
"You... you... but..."
"I swear on my life and magic that I am not really Harry Potter but took over. So mote it be. Lumos."
The elf stared at the light at the end of the wand, then at Harry, then back to the wand. A strange grimace was starting to grow on his ugly face. Was that a smile? No, can't be. Then he threw himself at Harry's feet.
"Kreacher has a new Master! A worthy Master! A great Master! Kreacher is ecstatic!"
Harry grinned. That went just about... Then everything went white.