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. On occasion.
Chapter 12
After several dates Xeno Lovegood finally allowed his daughter to go out at night. Harry promised to bring Luna back save and sound before he ported with her to some back alley in an industrial district. Luna looked at Harry puzzled.
"There's nothing here. What is this place you want to take me to?"
He put an arm around her shoulders.
"You'll see."
Harry used a glamour bought from Gringotts on Luna and himself to make them look several years older and also radically change their clothes. The blonde's looked at her companion, than at herself. The new outfits were stranger and more flashy than she ever saw before. Harry just grinned and led her out of the alley.
They walked around the corner and followed the street for a little while until they reached a dilapidated fence. The couple went through one of the many gaps in the fence around an abandoned factory. Halfway around the huge building they ended up at a door. Once opened booming bass filled the air surprising Luna as she could not only hear but also feel it. Harry led the wide-eyed girl into the very much illegal dance temple.
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It was mid-morning when Harry and Luna came back to the Rook. Xeno opened the door allowing his even more hyper than usual daughter in after she kissed her boyfriend good night. Humming some weird tune she skipped and twirled to and up the stairs.
"So... where have you two been?"
"I brought Luna to her first Rave. We had a lot of fun until the police appeared and we ported away to chill out. We went for a walk, some burgers and came back here."
"What is a Rave?"
"A dance party. Turns out Luna likes Techno as much as I do."
Considering Xeno's facial expression he still had no idea what Harry was talking about.
Techno? Is that some new variety of Waltz?
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In a Gringotts conference room Harry had rented for an hour he sat at the head of a large round table. The goblins gave him the place free of charge and even allowed him to use his wand, well, make that wands. Using magic in Gringotts was usually extremely unhealthy.
There were two reasons for that. He would deliver entertainment and he would deliver Dumbledore.
Harry was calmly sipping some Earl Grey tea laced with Fire Whiskey when two goblin guards led Dumbledore and his Order of the Burning Chicken into the room. As soon as the headmaster saw Harry he drew his wand. Unfortunately for him Harry had one of his two already in hand and was casting a low powered fire war spell when the old man was still rising his stick. Harry landed a solid hit and burned the headmasters hair of his head, including his eyebrows. With his head now bright red Dumbledore kinda looked like a matchstick. Right after that a goblin sword was lightly pressed against the man's throat and a battle axe rested against his neck, both drawing some blood. The headmaster went still as a statue.
"What do you think you are doing, wizard? Be very happy we are in a private room right now otherwise we'd have taken your head. A pity, I'm sure it would be quite decorative mounted on a pike at the entrance of Gringotts."
The threat was delivered in a very calm and cold voice. Dumbledore slowly and carefully lowered his wand. The goblin behind him snatched it away.
"You can have your little stick back when you leave the bank."
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When Dumbledore and the now both surprised and uneasy Order of the Burning Chicken finally were seated they began firing questions. Harry silenced them, stood up and slowly walked around the table.
"Let me tell you something about two dark lords."
Two? Dumbledore began to sweat. He knows about Grindelwald?
"Both mighty wizards. Both politically influential. Both don't explain their plans to their underlings. Both use people like puppets to reach their goals. Both have followers who unquestioningly accept any order like house elves. Both are masters of mind rape."
Harry was back at his seat but kept standing.
"There is one difference between them. The first tries to rule with an iron fist, the other tries to rule from the shadow using various high positions of power."
The order members were wondering what second dark lord Harry was talking about while he sipped his tea. They never would've expected the answer.
"Let me ask you... Is there more Voldemort and Dumbledore have in common?"
Pandemonium ensued. After listening to the screaming for a minute Harry used a portkey to vanish.
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When the order left after a quite loud discussion the two goblin guards stopped Dumbledore.
"This way. You have another appointment."
The headmaster was led through endless corridors, passing myriads of doors, until finally...
"In there."
Behind a huge desk three goblins were sitting.
"It is nice to finally meet you, Mr. Dumbledore. You see, we have a problem..."
In the end the headmaster accepted an exorbitant fine instead of having to work in the gold mines of Gringotts for 43 years. Dumbledore had to transfer most of his wealth as well as his ancestral home to Gringotts. The Order had lost it's last remaining meeting place.
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Harry's therapy went very well, he was now 18cm bigger and went from skinny to slightly buff. It was actually so noticeable, that unless he wanted to go incognito he had started to wear a goblin made Glamour making him look like his old short skinny self whenever he went out. Just his longer hair was left alone. He was looking forward to the shock when he revealed his new look after completing his potion treatment.
Due to long term effects of the potions Harry's growth would stay slightly enhanced for several more months. The healers told him he'll likely end up just short of Dumbledore at 189cm.
Learning more magic was going slow but steady. He'd love to have a way to speed the process up. It was just taking to fucking long!
More of the same with training the war spells. He was getting faster with the spell chain, but his magical endurance was growing at a just barely noticeable speed. He was trying to underpower the spells as much as possible, but it still took far too little spells to bring him to magical exhaustion. As is he'd have no problem to bring down a Death Eater or two, maybe three if he was lucky. The spell chain simply ate way too much power for the immature magical core of the 13 year old. 23 war spells at normal power or 40 under powered ones that were basically useless aside speed training was all he could do before he had to rest for hours or risk to conk out.
He could of course fire spells individually, this way he could get at least 15 Death Eaters. If they were standing still, didn't fight back too hard and nobody got a lucky hit on him. Nah, that's just bullshit. The spell chain was the way to go.
His book exploration elves were now mostly searching for spells and rituals to strengthen his magical core, but everything found so far was either not doing much or took way too long. There were several rituals he could use to power up, but those required sacrifices and were too dark for his taste. Unlike the Shart Lord he intended to stay human. For now the three rituals he did to slightly enhance his healing rate, muscle power and agility had to do.
He also had several more dates with Luna in the non magical world. They went to some movies, the zoo, amusement parks or whatever came up and had a lot of fun.
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The next morning the Prophet had yet another scandalous article.
DUMBLEDORE DID NOT KILL GRINDELWALD
DUMBLEDORE AND GRINDELWALD WERE LOVERS
Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, esteemed headmaster of Hogwarts, Chief Warlock and Supreme Mugwump is most famous for his killing of the dark lord Grindelwald. He was awarded the order of Merlin first class for this, bringing with it a Wizengamot seat.
We all know and love the man for what he did. Dumbledore was the hero before Harry Potter. But was he?
The answer is no. The old man has deceived us for decades! Grindelwald is still alive! We found him in Nurmengard Castle in the Austrian Alps and he had an interesting tale to tell.
Grindelwald and Dumbledore were lovers! They worked and planned together!
Who is Dumbledore truely? A hero or an dark lord hiding in plain sight? Read Grindelwald's interview at page 3!
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Dumbledore was not angry. Oh no, not at all. He was seething. On his desk was some ash, the remains of the newspaper. Besides that sat an empty bowl, formerly full of lemon drops laced with calming drought and a mostly empty bottle of Fire Whiskey. On the floor in front of a wall with a wet stain were the shards of the tumbler he had used to drink said whiskey.
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A week before the Hogwarts started up again Harry met with the Lovegoods to buy school supplies. In Flourish and Blotts Harry bought everything on his book list save the ones for Divination and Care of Magical Creatures. After he moved to Potter Manor he had written McGonagall that he was dropping those two subjects and picked Arithmancy and Study of Ancient Runes instead. For some strange reason the book list he got ignored that change. The beardless goat fucker was at it again, Harry was sure of that.
Well, no problem. He went to the clerk and asked.
"Can you tell me what books are needed for third year Arithmancy and Runes?"
The clerk, an older woman, smiled at Harry and gave him some parchment.
"Did you loose your book list? Well, that's fine, we got those for all years and all magical disciplines. Here you go. Please return it when you're done."
"Thank you."
Harry got the books, returned the list and went to Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour where the Lovegoods were waiting for him.
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While having ice cream Xeno told Harry that Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions actually did not sell dragon hide armor and sent him to Twilfitt and Tattings instead who supplied the aurors. Harry ordered his dragon hide armor there and, since that shop catered to a more wealthy clientele, also bought a full set of robes for school and other occasions there.
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One of Malfoy's goons saw Harry in Diagon Alley and followed him. What he did not see was Dobby following the goon. Once nobody looked the elf threw a portkey that spirited the guy away right into one of the free cells in Potter Manor.
Half an hour later Harry entered said cell after observing Pettigrew for a while. It was incredibly entertaining watching the snakes try to bite the frantic rat that was dangling just barely out of reach.
The newest prisoner was hanging from shackles on the wall and stopped struggling as soon as Harry walked into his cell.
"Potter! Why did you abduct me? I'll see you in Azkaban for this!"
Harry grinned.
"You know very well why you are here. YOU wanted to abduct ME. Who fucking sent you?"
"I won't tell you anything! Call the aurors and we will see who gets arrested!"
Harry tsked.
"Wrong answer."
He drew his Audit Blade and rammed it into the man's lower belly, then slowly cut upwards while the prisoner screamed.
"Feel like talking yet?"
The prisoner takes clearly painful gulps of air while tears, piss and blood are dripping into the puddle below him.
Harry looks at the guy with clearly fake compassion.
"Oh, no tears, please. It's a waste of good suffering."
A few minutes later Harry left after the guy had spilled his guts.