"Awesome!" Carl yelled excitedly. In his exuberance he ignored the pretty lady who had introduced herself as Jump-chan in favor of running over to the terminal and immediately began pushing buttons in his search for a particular Jump Document.

Jump-chan stared at the candidate her random selection program had picked out for her, nonplussed at how very dumb he seemed. Even more so than the usual mortals that she met.

"What are you doing?" Jump-chan finally asked, trying to hint to the mortal to stop what he was doing and listen to her introduction speech.

"I've read all about ROBs, CYOAs, and the Jumpchain online!" Carl happily replied, completely ignoring the warning tone in Jump-chan's voice, and certainly not stopping as he searched for a particular document. "I figure some Random Omnipotent Being spread the idea online in my world so that if and when anyone gets picked they would be better prepared for to jump right in.

"I know how bored I get when I have to train a new guy on the job, so it's got to be like a bajillion times worse for you ROBs. So I've long planned out my path to power, and it all starts with the Harry Potter world! There we are!" Carl impatiently said as he selected said document. "I've been dreaming of this day for so long, I can't believe it's finally happening to me!"

"Wait, wait. Stop for a moment and listen to…"

"Can't stop, won't stop!" Carl laughed care-freely, causing Jump-chan's eyebrow to twitch in annoyance and want to smack him one. "Don't worry, I've got this! I know all about the Harry Potter world and I'll roflstomp it in no time!"

Carl quickly made his selections.

ORIGIN

Drop-In (Free)

+ No memory set affecting your actions. *+50 CP

- You have no family therefore no choice over family wealth, you are instead granted +50 CP as if you were impoverished automatically. No evidence of blood status. People will likely assume you're muggle-born.

You wake up at the reception of an orphanage. After a brief conversation in which it is ascertained that you have no friends, family or memory of this world the kind lady at reception assures you that you have a place at her orphanage. She also remarks that, oddly, they have already received a letter for you and that there was a strange man in peculiar clothing asking after you earlier that day. You will stay in the orphanage during summers.

HOUSE

Gryffindor

You are sorted into the noble house of Gryffindor. Minerva McGonagall, a strict but fair teacher, is your head of house. Your common room is a large, comfortable one in one of the school towers. Gryffindors are known for their bravery, chivalry and strength of will. Rivalry with Slytherin will make it difficult to make friends in that house.

PERKS

Brave At Heart (100 CP)

Free: Gryffindor

Anything is possible when you've got the nerve and you have that in spades. You keep your cool in the heat of battle even when seriously outclassed and continue to think rationally in spite of any fear you feel.

Memory Spell Specialist (100 CP)

Discount: Drop-In

You have a gift for memory charms allowing you to erase and replace memories with an almost preternatural skill once you learn the required spells.

Occlumency (100 CP)

Free: Half-Blood

Mental defences that make it difficult to possess or penetrate your mind. You have no tells, it is impossible for others to know if you are lying to them without evidence.

Clean Blooded (100 CP)

Free: Pure-Blood

You simply, magically, do not get sick. You are always free from illnesses and diseases.

Non-Verbal Specialty (200 CP)

Discount: Half-Blood

You have an uncanny, natural knack for silent spells. While most students will have to wait till 6th year to even attempt nonverbal spells for you they are as simple as doing the spell aloud would be.

Parselmouth (200 CP)

Discount: Pure-Blood

You have the rare gift of Parselmouth. As a Parseltongue you can talk to and control snakes. Slytherin house and Dark Wizards will likely show you more respect.

Metamorphmagus (400 CP)

Discount: Drop-In

You may change your facial features, hair, and the shape of your body (including your sex) as often as you wish at will.

Wandless Magic (500 CP)

Discount: Pure-Blood

You have a natural ability to do spells without a wand. For you it is no more difficult to learn spells in this manner and you need never worry about Expelliarmus (or your wand getting destroyed) again. Your natural finesse is such that this volatile sort of magic is as safe as any other and this accuracy serves to make spellcasting in general less likely to result in accidents.

ITEMS

Wand (free)

A wand. You don't have it yet, mind you, but you'll get one soon enough on a trip to Ollivanders. You can choose the wood type and between one of the wand cores he produces wands with (Unicorn Hair, Dragon Heartstring and Phoenix Feather). You may instead choose a more exotic wand core (excluding Thestral Hair and limited to parts from other canonical magical creatures/beings of this world e.g. Thunderbird Tail Feather, Veela Hair, etc.) although the three previously mentioned are among the most reliable and powerful. Different cores and woods tend to act a little differently but regardless of what you choose the wand will choose you as soon as you are introduced. Different woods may alter your historical personality (for all but Drop-ins) and therefore tendencies very slightly (e.g. Cypress wands tend to choose brave people and you will as such have been a relatively brave child, Blackthorn may result in you being slightly more combative, etc.). If you already had a wand you may import it into this role and while it will keep it's wood and core it will gain a significant loyalty boost.

Goblin Made Sword (300 CP)

Discount: Wealthy Pure-Blood / Wealthy Half-Blood

An immensely sharp sword. Imbibes that which makes it stronger (Basilisk venom etc.)

DRAWBACKS

Prophecy (+100 CP)

You seem to fulfill a very famous prophecy about a dark wizard. The superstitious will distrust you greatly.

Marked (+100)

Your upper arm is branded with the dark mark. Expect both Voldemort's supporters and his enemies to react hostilely upon seeing it.

Bully Teacher (+100)

A teacher of one of the main subjects at Hogwarts despises you. will be cruel and vindictive towards you and will try to make your life miserable and get you expelled. they Will be replaced by another if they leave.

Werewolf (+300 CP)

You have a large scar from where you were savaged by a werewolf. Dumbledore will have to make special arrangements for you. You transform 3 nights every month. It is exceptionally painful. The majority of people will fear and despise you if they should find out. You are an uncontrollable monster as a wolf. You may be able to attain Wolfsbane potion which will allow you to keep your mind during transformations.

As soon as he'd made his selections, Carl hit the button that sent him to the Harry Potter world. Jump-chan was left standing alone in the Warehouse that Carl didn't have a chance to accept because he wouldn't listen to her, thinking he knew everything about the Jumpchain and that he wouldn't get his Warehouse and Body Mod until after the first jump.

She sighed a bit, just knowing that this one would probably fail, with how reckless he was acting. But that wasn't her problem, now was it? Soon enough she would get a new person and maybe that one wouldn't be a complete idiot.

Carl blinked his eyes and saw that he was standing in front of a middle aged woman with a stack of papers in her hand.

"Welcome to the London Orphanage, Carl Smith. I was told of your coming and received your paperwork. Let's get you situated with a room and put your…why in the world do you have a sword!?" The woman exclaimed when she finally noticed he was holding a naked silver sword in hand.

"Uh…" Carl raised his hand as he looked down and saw he was holding his Goblin Sword. He tried to think of some lie to tell, but jumped in shock when a piercing female shriek hit his ears from less than six feet away.

"What…?" Carl muttered as he watched the old lady run away from him into an office and slam the door behind her. "I…scared her?"

He looked back down at the jewel encrusted sword that looked like the one in the movie and couldn't quite wrap his mind around why she would be so scared, even if he had accidentally lifted the sword when looking at it.

Scratching his head while he muttered to himself, Carl stood there irresolutely. "What am I supposed to do now? As a Drop In I'm basically an orphan…

"And it's only July 24th, so I've got a week before Hagrid will take Harry to Diagon Alley, where I can intercept the Philosopher's Stone easily before Dumbledore gets his mitts on it. And then an entire month after that until I go to school. So…in order to have somewhere to stay, I'm going to have to get the old lady to not kick me out."

Carl walked over to the office and knocked softly on the door. "Ma'am? Can we talk this over? Hello?"

Carl's attempts to talk to the lady through the door were interrupted by the front door loudly banging open behind him. Two large men rushed inside and loudly shouted, "Police! Drop the sword and get on the ground!"

There was a bit of confusion as Carl hadn't expected anything like this to happen. But the two police officers were not only bigger and stronger than his eleven year old body, but they were very used to dealing with random belligerent thugs, what with how their patrol often took them by the orphanage where angry young men sometimes committed violence on the property.

It was just luck that they'd been close by when dispatch had sent them to the orphanage, judging by how the boy was at the office door.

Carl soon found himself cuffed and sitting in the back of the police car, watching as the orphanage matron gave a very drama filled account of how Carl came in swinging his sword threateningly. He couldn't seem to stop muttering, "What the fuck?"

The police officers gave him hard angry stares and promised the old hag to take care of him and not let him come back.

Carl was then taken to the police headquarters, booked into the system, and put in a cell while charges were filed, or so the officers told him.

While he was sitting in the cell that first day, Carl found himself incredibly irritated and unable to help himself from stalking back and forth, testing the bars even though he knew they were solid.

This wasn't at all how he thought the Jumpchain would go! He had so many plans in mind, and nothing was going his way!

Even though the food was plain, he didn't turn his nose up at it, since he was hungry. He didn't sleep well that night, wondering about where he was going to end up at. Would he still be able to attend Hogwarts, or would he be locked up in a juvenile detention center?

The next day a public advocate came by to talk to Carl about the case against him. While he told his side of the story he couldn't help himself from being sarcastic and snappish. He was just really antsy and pissed off at how his dreams of an awesome Jumpchain were being shattered.

"Right. I'll keep in mind what you've told me, Carl, but the attitude isn't going to help the judge believe your side of the story." Carl's advocate was doing his best to be level headed, but something about the irritation and anger evident in Carl was unnerving him greatly. He could, frankly, understand why old Miss Abernathy freaked out.

After doing his best to stifle his unease, Mr. Smith continued, "Another problem that you're facing at the moment is that you're too young to be released on your own until your court date where everything will be settled. You're underage, don't have a place to live, and Miss Abernathy absolutely refuses to give you a second chance at the orphanage. She's afraid of what you might do in retaliation."

"I wasn't to do anything to her in the first place! And as long as she left me alone, I wouldn't bother the old biddy!" Carl had a hard time not snarling and slamming his fists against the table. He was wondering where all this anger was coming from, but he was unable to stop himself and think logically and rationally.

"Riiight," Mr. Smith said, obviously not believing Carl in the least. "Before your court date I'll go to the other orphan caretakers in the surrounding cities, but I don't hold out a great deal of hope for them to take you in while your case has yet to be judged. They're no doubt going to be wary of someone with your expressed temper staying at their place and endangering the kids under their watch.

"So for now you'll have to stay here until further arrangements can be made. Can you manage to keep a hold of your temper, Carl? It won't look good in front of the judge if you're always pacing and muttering to yourself like you are now. And the police here keep an eye on you and will be called to testify, so you're doing yourself no favors by acting like you are."

Carl paused, unaware that he'd gotten up and started pacing angrily again. "Fine. Yes, I'll do my best," he practically growled.

"Very well," Mr. Richards sighed. Carl was too irritated to pay much attention though. "Just do what the police tell you and stay out of trouble. It'll take me several days to get everything sorted, and your court case is slated to appear in two weeks. Until then, keep calm. Read a book. Do something to take your mind off things."

Mr. Smith gathered his things and left. Carl was ushered back to his cell where he had nothing to do. There was a book, but he'd thrown it across the cell in a temper at some point and so the police took it away from him.

It was really strange, because he was usually an avid reader. He could usually sink into a story and not come up for hours. But now…now he couldn't sit still.

At least they were still feeding him, though the food tasted even blander than before, if that were possible.

He really did his best to keep calm, but it was so very hard.

The next day came and it was even worse than the day before. He could barely sit still. But eventually the sun set on the 26th and the moon rose.

Carl felt immense pain wracking his body as the full moonlight hit him through the cell's window. Writhing on the floor at the pain, he couldn't control his yells and whimpers.

He'd nearly totally lost his conscious mind at this point, so he didn't notice his body shifting and twisting, reshaping itself into a skinny, mangy werewolf.

The police had ignored his racket at first due to knowing he was a supposedly violent little psychopath. But when his cries of pain turned into howls of a werewolf, they came running in to check up on him.

Carl's dark furred form stood in the moonlight from the cell's window, staring out the window with his back turned to the police.

A noise caused Carl's wolfish ear to twitch, and he whirled around, staring at the intruders and growling in warning.

Before anyone could react to the bizarre sight of a man-wolf where there should be an eleven year old boy, Carl threw himself at the bars and managed to grab one of the police through the bars.

His claws were digging into the man's shoulder as Carl slammed him against the bars. Darting forward to push his muzzle in between the bars, Carl tried to bite onto his neck, but couldn't get the right angle. So he bit down on the shoulder instead.

The screams of pain and fear from the police officer seemed to wake everyone else up from their frozen shock. Two of them lunged forward to pry Carl's muzzle apart to release their coworker while another two grabbed Carl's arms to pry his grip away.

A few more ran out the room to grab some guns.

It was a confused scrabble as no one could really get any decent leverage through the bars, but the police officers finally got their colleague free from Carl's grip just as the others returned with the guns and opened fire on Carl.

Carl's body was filled with lead as he was shot. The pain made his werewolf mind whimper and try to get away by tearing through the window. The bars were bending and coming loose, and Carl's werewolf mind eagerly tore at it to try to get free and away from the stinging pain.

One of the officers happened to be a squib and knew about the magical world and werewolves. He was super pissed that Carl hadn't warned them that he was a werewolf when he was locked up, and now Davidson was going to become a werewolf in turn.

Looking down at the bloody mangle of Davidson's shoulder, Robin angrily thought, 'That's even if Davidson manages to live in the first place.'

Looking back up, he saw that the damned werewolf had nearly pried the bars free. If he got out now, there was no telling who else would be attacked before morning. Unlike vampires, werewolves weren't stopped by a threshold and were more than strong and tough enough to burst through a family's door, let alone their windows.

'I can't let this little asshole get free to attack anyone else,' Robin suddenly realized. He reached for his special pouch, the one he kept the various anti-magical devices he carried that might prove useful on the job. He never thought he would need the silver bullets he carried, not here in the middle of the London metropolitan area.

Reloading his pistol with the silver bullets that had cost him a couple paychecks to get made, Robin firmed up his resolve when he saw one of the bars being torn from the wall. Taking aim through the bars, he fired several bullets into the werewolf's back and head.

Everyone paused their own shooting when Carl's werewolf form froze and then fell down to the ground. A moment later the werewolf transformed back into an eleven year old boy. A dead eleven year old boy.

Robin gulped as his colleagues turned to look at him. Nothing they shot the werewolf with worked, but his did. He would have some explaining to do, especially with Davidson only having a month to make arrangements for his confinement before he too turned into a werewolf.

Only two days into his Jumpchain and Carl had failed thanks to a Drawback that he thought would be super easy to manage, but that took his control away. He hadn't even thought to check when the full moons were in 1991, or think that there would be one only two days after he arrived in-world.

When Carl woke up again he was lying in bed, back in his shitty apartment in the low rent part of town. He was also back in his unhealthy adult body with all the twinges and aches that had developed over the past couple decades. But at least he was no longer a werewolf.

"Well, shit!" Carl cursed feelingly.