Hello everyone, sorry for taking a while longer. But sadly, a family member suddenly passed away. I am out of the city and should arrive next week. I was working on this particular fic, and it was supposed to be at least 20k words, getting a bit more of Harry's life during Hogwarts in small scenes and how everyone reacts to him.
This One-Shot was supposed to end during The Tri-wizard tournament.
But I could not finish for apparent reasons, and it would push back many other works.
I am sorry for the inconvenience.
If this work becomes the next big work, it will focus more on Harry than Galadriel. Galadriel would play a secondary role as she would be travelling around the world searching for Nazarick and many other shenanigans in the Muggle world.
Also, while the idea of Harry having a harem seems logical, I am playing with the idea of being Harry/Daphne-centric sort of fanfic. A bit of Tarcey is in the mix with Susan, but I like Harry/Daphne pairing, so that's possible.
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Harry's new mother (Name can change)
The street was enveloped in an eerie quietness, so much so that it seemed almost too quiet for a cold night like this. The stillness was almost palpable, and it was a clear sign that winter was slowly seeping in. However, something else was also happening on Privet Drive. An old man, who sported a long, flowing white beard, was gradually making his way down the empty street. As he walked, he hummed a deep, melodious tune that seemed to echo through the otherwise silent night.
Soon, the old man pulled a strange artefact that seemed to absorb the light of the headlights.
But while doing so, the old man noticed a cat mewing at him. He only chuckled. "I should've known you would be here, Professor McGonagall."
Soon, the cat transformed, and an old lady appeared. "Good evening, Professor Dumbledore. Are the rumours true, Albus?"
Professor McGonagall asked as they both began to walk along the street.
"I'm afraid so, professor. The good and the bad," Dumbledore replied with a long, tired sigh.
"I still can't believe it. Sirius and James were like brothers," McGonagall muttered, ridden with sadness and rage.
"I do not know what drove Sirius to turn on his friend. It is heartbreaking. Still, unfortunately, that's the reality of the situation."
"And the boy? What about Lily and James's son?" McGonagall asked.
"Hagrid is bringing him."
"You think it is wise to trust Hagrid with something as important as this?"
"Ah, Professor, I would trust Hagrid with my life," replied Dumbledore with a gentle smile on his face. Soon after, the loud sound of an engine could be heard in the distance. In the sky, a motorcycle appeared and rushed down towards the street before landing with a loud noise. McGonagall was filled with dread at the sight of it.
"Merlin's beard," the professor muttered, much to Dumbledore's amusement.
"Professor Dumbledore, sir. Professor McGonagall."
Hagrid climbed down the strange motorcycle while gently holding a tiny baby in his arms.
"No problems, I trust, Hagrid?" Dumbledore asked.
"No, sir," Hagrid replied. "Little tyke fell asleep just as we were flying over Bristol. Try not to wake him."
Hagrid handed the baby to Dumbledore, who held him carefully as they walked towards a house. McGonagall followed closely behind.
"Albus, do you really think it's safe? Leaving him with these people? I've watched them all day. They are the worst sort of Muggles imaginable!" McGonagall asked, showing concern and disgust for the family the poor boy would be staying with. "They really are—!"
"The only family he has," Dumbledore answered, stopping McGonagall's comments.
"This boy will be famous! There won't be a child in our world who doesn't know his name!"
"Exactly," Dumbledore replied. "He's far better off growing up away from all of that. Until he is ready."
Dumbledore then placed the baby boy on the ground in front of the door while leaving a note. That should explain enough to Petunia. Dumbledore sighed deeply before, with his wand, he quickly placed a few charms that would allow him to keep an eye out for young Harry in the meantime. Still, Dumbledore knew he would need to wait a few years until he finally met him again.
"Good luck, Harry Potter."
Dumbledore whispered before leaving Privet Drive with Professor McGonagall and Hagrid. All of them were unaware of what was about to happen.
A woman with long, snowy white hair suddenly emerged from the shadows. It seemed that she had been observing everything that was happening without being noticed. It was no surprise that she had the power to remain hidden from everyone, including Dumbledore himself. She was Galadriel Melkor, a supreme being, the guild master of Ainz Ooal Gown, and a World Champion.
Of course, those titles mean little in this world that was so different yet similar to hers.
"Well, that just happened," Galadriel whispered, slowly approaching the house where those strange people stood just a few seconds ago.
Galadriel remembered being in Nazarick's throne room, waiting for the end of Yggdrasil, the game that had saved her life. Suddenly, she was pulled into another world and found herself in the middle of nowhere, far away from anything she ever knew. Galadriel, at first, was stunned and terrified. Still, after carefully inspecting her surroundings, she discovered a resemblance to what she could say was the past. Or was it another dimension? Another reality? Galadriel's head hurts just thinking about it. However, she was sure she was in England in the early 80s.
"But those people used magic? I don't think that's normal," Galadriel whispered. She wondered what was happening. However, there seemed to be a secret world of magic. "I need to learn more about it."
Galadriel's curiosity drove her towards the home entrance, and she peeked at the tiny thing on the door's steps. Of all the things she expected to see, a baby was not one of them.
"Are they insane?! Leaving a baby alone in the night?!" Galadriel whispered, utterly shocked at what she was seeing. At first, she had no idea what was happening or why the baby was left unattended. But soon, the noise of someone opening the door panicked Galadriel. Realising that she was in her demonic form, the last thing she wanted was for a human to shout something about a demonic entity standing outside their home.
That would not be a good thing. Having the world know about me.
Galadriel instantly conceals every trace of her supernatural nature—her formidable horns, majestic wings, long, spiky tail, and other characteristics of herself. She effortlessly transforms her appearance to blend in with the human world. However, for the woman who opened the door, Galadriel was still a monster—one of them.
"Goodnight," Galadriel whispered nervously. Petunia gasped, watching a tall woman with long, snowy white hair in front of her home. It took her not long to figure things out.
"Who are you?!" Petunia hissed. "You are one of them, aren't you?!"
"Ah, one of them?" Galadriel asked, whispering, bewildered.
"Yes! One of those freaks!" Petunia hissed, and soon, the sound of a baby waking up took both by surprise. On the ground, both women stared at little Harry, crying. That sight stunned Petunia.
"He seems to be related to you," Galadriel said as Harry cried.
Petunia took the note and began to read it. Second by second, her face morphed into grief, guilt, and anger. But soon enough, Petunia threw it to the ground.
"She got herself blown up!" Petunia hissed. "I knew that would happen! All of them! Freaks, each one of them!"
Galadriel had no idea why this woman was utterly angry at what she thought was the notice of her sister's death. There has to be some story, there was no doubt. But Petunia seemed to not want to share it at all. So, in an aggressive move, Petunia picked up the crying baby and, for lack of a better word, threw it at Galadriel, who couldn't believe the woman's action.
It's a baby! Not a sack of potatoes!
Petunia's face twisted with anger as she thrust the responsibility onto Galadriel. "Here, take him! It's your responsibility now!" She spat, slamming the door shut. Little did she know that her actions had unleashed a fury inside Galadriel, who was now seething with rage.
"I'll end you—!" Galadriel whispered before the cries of the baby suddenly flooded her ears. She quickly glanced at the child in her arms and awkwardly tried to calm him down.
"Uh, ah, hush, baby, hush!" Galadriel realised that her demonic aura was making the baby fearful. So, she swallowed her anger down and calmed herself. Slowly, she looked at the child, who seemed to be around one year old. The baby's stunning green eyes gazed at Galadriel with confusion as if questioning her identity.
"Um, hello?" Galadriel muttered before the baby smiled at her.
"Mah!" The baby babbled happily.
"Uh, I am not your mother," Galadriel replied, but the baby had made his choice. She was his mother now.
"Mah! Mama!"
Galadriel groaned before she picked the letter off the ground. Curiously, she read it. "Harry Potter? Well, that's quite a name."
Harry began to squeal happily while playing with Galadriel's hair. Meanwhile, the demon empress began to ponder what she would do now.
"I think I just became a single mother," Galadriel mumbled as Harry laughed loudly.
Galadriel's new adventurers were just starting.
The sound of crying babies reverberated through the long hallways of the hospital. One after another. A sound that could drive anyone crazy, but of course, the paediatricians were all but used to such chaos. But while the nurses and doctors were used to such loud cries. A certain white-haired woman was not.
It has been three months since Galadriel was forced to take on the role of a mother, and honestly, it has been more complicated than she ever imagined. Galadriel had never envisioned herself as a mother and, therefore, had no idea how to care for a baby. However, now she realises that she must learn everything she can about babies, including how to bathe, feed, and care for them.
And honestly, it was hard. Motherhood was so hard.
Galadriel had no need for sleep, yet there were moments when she longed to surrender to her bed and let the darkness envelop her. However, the overwhelming fear of leaving little Harry all alone was genuinely suffocating. Babies were so fragile and delicate. They needed to be looked after all the time. It didn't help that Galadriel had been deeply traumatised by witnessing and reading about the unfortunate deaths of many babies who were left alone.
However, to speak candidly, it was just her unwarranted paranoia that consumed her. The sheer magnitude of her power was a double-edged sword, capable of wreaking havoc if mishandled. Galadriel, for instance, had to tread with utmost caution when interacting with Harry. The mere touch of her hand had the potential to shatter bones. At the same time, she had to conceal her aura. Otherwise, Harry could feel it and be harmed by it.
Normal humans cannot withstand being near her. So, Galadriel has hidden most of her power away with rings and all of that. Thankfully, she could hide most of them with casual clothes she had bought herself.
The 80s clothes suit me. But, well, this is so tiresome. Galadriel thought before thinking about all she had to do now.
Galadriel had a lot on her plate. She was attempting to search for Nazarick but, unfortunately, had not been successful in her efforts thus far. Additionally, she had to obtain adoption papers to ensure the system would be on her side. Fortunately, nobody had come forward to claim Harry, so she was clear.
However, she wondered why no one had come for him. It was sad to think that they had abandoned him in such a cruel way. No child should be left behind. But adding to that, Galadriel was slowly learning more about this so-called Wizarding World. And she was not amused by what they were saying about Harry.
The boy-who-lived? If they cared so much for him, for the one they called Saviour, why leave him on the doorsteps of a family that did not want him at all?! Galadriel hissed, her teeth grinding, before she began to calm herself down—one thing at a time. I had my minions helping me. Thank God for Pay2Win items.
Galadriel sighed deeply, knowing she would've broken down already if it hadn't been for her summons helping her with all that. But when it came down to dealing with Harry, she did most of the work. Galadriel had ways to heal Harry, even reviving him if the worst happened. But, of course, Galadriel did not want him to die because of her. Neither did she want to force him to choke on Healing Potions or something else. Galadriel was quite afraid of that, if she was honest.
So, Galadriel has been coming to the paediatricians every week to ensure Harry is healthy and learn more about how to take care of a child.
"You are truly a handful, you know that?" Galadriel whispered at Harry, as he was looking at her with complete adoration and love, before giving her a big, toothy smile.
That smile melted her heart. Called it motherly instinct or something. But Galadriel has completely fallen in love with Harry. She barely remembers her own mother. But she knew that she had done everything and more for her. So, in return, Galadriel would do everything and more for Harry and her son.
"It's your first?" A woman asked, interrupting Galadriel's thoughts.
She caught a glimpse of a woman with bushy hair. The woman blushed at her, and Galadriel began to notice the stares of many mothers and couples around her.
Galadriel knew that her unnatural aura was quite a sight. Beautiful was not enough to describe Galadriel, who, for mortal humans, was beyond anything they'd seen.
Galadriel coughed before nodding. "Eh, yes. Of course, he is my, uh, first son. Yes, he came out of me!" She stated it awkwardly. Why did she say that? Galadriel wasn't sure.
"My name is Emma Granger, and this is my daughter, Hermione!" the woman with bushy hair proudly announced. Galadriel was surprised to see Hermione's bushy hair, too.
"Genes were strong, eh?" Galadriel joked as Emma chuckled nervously.
"Yeah, I have been struggling with her hair already," Emma replied, and Galadriel smiled at her.
"Yeah, me too," Galadriel stated, watching Harry's messy hair. I'll need a World Item to get that hair in order. "Ah, my name is Galadriel."
"Galadriel? Lord of the Rings?"
"Yes, my parents were huge fans of Tolkien."
"Oh!" Emma exclaimed, and before long, a doctor appeared.
"Miss Nazarick, please."
With a smile on her face, Galadriel gently wrapped her arms around Harry and entered the room. Inside, a young doctor made his best effort to appear presentable. Like many, he too considered Galadriel a beauty beyond this world. And the fact that he hasn't seen her come with her husband or boyfriend so far made him think that maybe Galadriel was single.
And with that, he cleared his throat and flashed her a bright smile—the kind of smile that could make any woman simply fall for him. But, of course, Galadriel wasn't even paying attention to him. She was busy with her son.
"Harry, stop munching my hair," Galadriel sighed. "Sorry, doctor—eh?"
"Doctor Brown, Arthur Brown," Doctor Brown again tried to smite Galadriel with his smile, but it appeared that Galadriel only had eyes for one man in her life right now.
"So, we are checking, little Harry?" Doctor Brown smiled as he stood up and got close to Galadriel, who smiled at him, although it looked more like a polite smile than anything.
Doctor Brown took his tools and did the little test he always did. There wasn't much to check since Harry was a strong baby, and he had checked him already last week. "There is nothing for you to be concerned about, Miss Nazarick. Harry, here, is a strong young man! And the scar is long gone."
Harry let out a loud giggle, and Galadriel smiled in response. However, deep down, she was grateful that Harry was healthy. I need to stop being paranoid. It's not healthy. Galadriel thought that she should stop bringing Harry home every week. But honestly, she was still a new "mother," so she took extreme measures to avoid messing things up.
Perhaps instead of worrying about his health, I should make sure to make his childhood beautiful. Yes! That's it! Bonding time! Galadriel thought happily while completely ignoring Doctor Brown.
But while she was thinking about all of that, Galadriel glanced at Harry's forehead. The scar was long gone but wasn't healed like a normal wound. When Galadriel took Harry, she inspected him, worrying that the old wizard had put something in him.
And Galadriel did find spells or things of that nature around Harry, binding him with what Galadriel would say were chains of sorts. Galadriel wasn't sure what sort of spells they were since she had never seen such abilities before, but it was clear to her that the old wizard always wanted to know where Harry was. And Galadriel wasn't so happy with that.
However, the scar on his forehead was another issue; at first, healing it did not work, meaning that it was something else, and when she used [Detect Magic] on Harry, Galadriel discovered a curse or something along the lines. Yet, it wasn't anything to worry about. She only used [Cleanse Curse], and that seemed to be the end of it.
But that made her think about the possibilities of it all. There is a lot I must investigate.
Galadriel thought before hearing the doctor speak about something.
"So, Harry's father, is he present?" Doctor Brown asked nervously.
"Uh? Ah, no, I am a single mother," Galadriel replied, amused by the question. But she shrugged it off as she simply stood up. "Thank you, Doctor Rown."
"It's Brown..."
"Ah, well, see you next month! Maybe."
Galadriel smiled before leaving the young and poor alone.
As Dumbledore sat in his chair, he let out a heavy sigh and leaned back. His mind was racing with countless thoughts and worries that seemed to bring nothing but a sense of impending doom to the ageing wizard. It's been three months since he lost touch with Harry Potter. It was as if the boy simply vanished in thin air, and that didn't mean he hadn't tried everything and more to get hold of the Boy Who Lived.
The only thing Dumbledore knew was that a woman with white hair and golden eyes was responsible for kidnapping Harry. And even then, Petunias's memories didn't help much. Something was stopping him from actually seeing the complete interaction between them.
"Who are you?" Dumbledore whispered, thinking deeply about who this strange and mysterious woman could be. "I doubt she is related to James or the Potters."
Dumbledore mumbled before thinking about this woman possibly being related to Lily. "Petunia didn't know who this woman was. So, I doubt that's the case. Unless..."
Dumbledore then started considering a specific scenario: maybe this woman had no blood relation to Lily or James, but that didn't necessarily rule out the possibility of her being their friend.
"But they would've told me about it," Dumbledore was sure that someone else in their lives whom they trusted deeply had told him about it. After all, it doesn't make sense to him that this woman, seemingly out of nowhere, arrived at Privet Drive and took Harry with her.
"She knew where Petunia was living, or why would Harry be there in the first place," Dumbledore whispered wisely. But even with his theory, he wasn't sure if it was enough to make him feel better.
"What should I do?" Dumbledore could not bring to light that the Boy-Who-Lived, the saviour of the Wizarding World, was kidnapped, especially now of all times.
The only thing Dumbledore could do was keep up with the search but also wish for the best.
For as long as anyone could remember, the Bank of Gringotts had been a cold and unwelcoming place for wizarding folk. The grand stone building, with its intimidating columns and imposing facade, seemed to radiate an air of aloofness and exclusivity that was distinctly uninviting. Yet despite this, the goblins who managed the bank were forced to deal with the wizarding community since their bank was the only secure place for wizards to store their vast wealth and other valuable assets. And while they keep their hands clean of most "wizarding conflicts," It would be a lie if they didn't know about the Boy Who Lived and what he represented.
However, there were times when even the goblins were stunned, shocked, and intimidated by someone. As much as they hated to admit it, Voldemort was one of those people.
So, they were more than glad to hear about his demise. But now they faced an odd, if not utterly peculiar, matter. Standing before them was a woman of mysterious allure, power, and wealth. She seemed to be holding a baby in her arms and behaving like any mother would. But the goblins were more clever than that. They knew who the baby was.
"That's Harry Potter," one of the goblins stated as he glared at the woman with white-snowy hair.
"He is," Galadriel replied, feeling untreated by him or the goblin's guards around her. "But he is also my son."
"Your son? You don't look like Lady Potter. And, of course, you aren't her. Lady Potter is dead, just like Lord Potter," the goblin sneered. "So, how is it here with you?"
"Oh, that's quite the tale, but one could wait," Galadriel replied. "I am here because I want Harry's adoption to be recognised in the Wizarding World as well. As I already did back in what you call the Muggle world."
Some goblins hissed at her as they stared at her. But at the same time, we were curious. "Is that so? You must understand that such an action requires quite a lot from Gringotts."
"Is that so?" Galadriel asked as she could see the greedy smirks on the goblins' faces. Galadriel could almost read the goblin's mind.
"Of course, you're asking for procedures that had to be put forth to the Ministry—a lot of time and paperwork. You're also talking about Harry Potter, the saviour of the Wizarding World and heir of House Potter. You're asking a lot, especially if you wish not to raise any suspicions."
Galadriel scoffed, already knowing how the banks liked to play. So, simply waving her hand, she reached out her pocket dimension and grabbed a bag of gold and a massive sword before slamming them on the desk.
"Here. Surely this will be enough to keep you all quiet?" Galadriel teased as the goblins stared, stunned at the sword. They ignored the gold and focused solely on the sword. She wasn't sure what they were saying exactly, but it seemed her sword wasn't something they had ever seen.
And Galadriel was right.
As soon as the goblins laid their eyes on the sword, they could sense its immense magical power. They didn't need to examine it closely to know it was a powerful weapon. The blade's sharp edge emitted a strange blue aura, illuminating the surrounding area with its otherworldly glow. The gemstones embedded in the hilt shone with an ethereal light while the intricate runes etched into the blade pulsed with magical energy. The golden steel of the handle appeared to be imbued with ancient enchantments, exuding a sense of raw power that the goblins found both alluring and intimidating. All in all, every aspect of the sword seemed to scream out its immense power to the goblins.
And they wanted it.
"How?! Where did you get this sword?!" One of the goblins demanded.
"I made it, of course," Galadriel replied unbothered, but she was smirking internally, knowing full well that she now had the upper hand in the negotiation.
Goblins stared at her, baffled. "The runes, the magical power emanating from this... object! The sheer power of the blade! Never in all my life have I seen such a magical sword! Not even Excalibur had this power!"
"And it's all yours, of course, a gift in advance for helping me and my son," Galadriel stated.
One of the oldest goblins coughed awkwardly before glancing at the bag of gold. He inspected the coins and found nothing out of the ordinary. It was gold, but there was an insignia he did not recognise. Nevertheless, Gringotts knew that they couldn't let this woman go. They needed her as the client. If she could make swords like that, only Merlin knows what else she could do.
"Mis—Excuse me. Lady—?"
"Nazarick, please."
"Lady Nazarick, you're offering us quite the prize for helping you," he said, carefully crafting his words, and Galadriel knew it.
"See it as an investment for a strong bond between us, Master Ironclaw," Galadriel smiled at him and the rest of the goblins. "After all. I intend to open a vault here and become your client. I have lots of items, just like the sword you have now, in need of a place to be protected. And what place is better than Gringotts? Wizards and witches will never understand what your race is doing for them. But I do."
Ironclaw hummed deeply. "You're not human, just like we thought."
"Of course not," Galadriel smiled.
"Then, what do you intend on doing with young Harry Potter? He may be a human wizard, but we greatly own him. He defeated You-Know-Who."
Galadriel frowned, hearing the name of the supposed Dark Lord. She was going to investigate more about him, no doubt. But now she was honest with what she wanted out of Gringotts. "Nothing but to love him. That's all."
Ironclaw then hummed before talking to the other goblins; soon, they all nodded at her and smiled. "Understandable. So, would you mind in blood adopting him then?"
Galadriel was then led towards a room, a sort of chamber, where they lay little Harry on a kind of table. Galadriel frowned deeply, but the goblins assured her that nothing wrong would happen to her son.
"What would blood adoption do?" Galadriel asked.
"Albus Dumbledore is currently Harry Potter's legal guardian, but Sirius Black is Harry's godfather and the person he should be living with. Unfortunately, he has been imprisoned in Azkaban since he was charged with betraying the Potters. It's worth noting that Harry should've gone to live with a group of people who should've been notified about his whereabouts. Still, despite our attempts to contact them, none of them have received our letters. It's all quite strange, isn't it?" said the goblin with a sneer. "It's one of the reason we are not running towards the Ministry about your kidnapping of the boy-who-lived, and why we are so willing to help. Things don't add up for us."
"It is all too perfect," Galadriel noted. "So this Albus Dumbledore has free reign over the Potter's state?"
"Not quite. Albus Dumbledore does have access to Harry Potter's trust vaults and many other things, but not family heirlooms and properties. Of course, one way to contest that is for you to put forth a petition to remove him as guardian. But that would take time since it's the Wizengamot who decides. However, if your blood adopts him and his blood accepts you..."
"We don't have to do any of it," Galadriel said, and the goblin nodded. "I see. What do you mean by his blood accepting me?"
"I want to remind you that magic is a real thing, Lady Nazarick. Blood adoption is an ancient ritual that is not often practised. Wealthy and prestigious families, such as the Potters, have various means to safeguard their bloodline from those who seek to take it. In order to become part of a family's bloodline, one must be deemed worthy and adopted by a member of the family."
Galadriel nodded, getting an idea of what it meant. However, she wondered what would happen to Harry if he took her blood.
"And if Harry's takes my blood?"
"Well, I can't answer that, Lady Nazarick. I don't know your family."
"Fair enough," Galadriel replied, ensuring everything was in hand if things didn't turn out as she expected.
The goblins then brought a dagger and pinched Harry's finger, much to Galadriel's annoyance. "You didn't have to do it like that," she hissed as the goblin shrugged.
"It's faster this way," the goblin replied. "Your turn."
Galadriel pulled her own dagger before giving the goblin a dirty look. "Your dagger is not enough to cause me to bleed."
After pricking her finger with a powerful dagger, her blood fell into a goblet containing Harry's blood. She soon noticed a peculiar smell emanating from the goblet. The goblins muttered some words before handing the goblet to Galadriel.
"Please consume the potion and ensure that young Harry also drinks it. If magic deems you both worthy, you will be bound as a family through blood. Harry will be Nazarick, and you, Potter, as well."
Galadriel wasted no time before taking a small sip. Surprisingly, it tasted like nothing. Yet, she waited to feel anything at all. But nothing happened to her. So, with that in mind, she gave Harry a sip, and the one-year-old made a face, clearly trying to taste it.
"It's alright, dear. It's going to be over in a blink."
Galadriel whispered and waited for something to happen to either of them.
"Well, I don't feel anything," Galadriel whispered before a goblin approached her and showed her the Potter family ring.
"Here, take it. If it glows, you're now the head of the Potter family until Harry Potter comes of age, of course."
Galadriel nodded before putting on the ring, and to her surprise, the ring did glow.
"I would like all the details of the Potter's assets, as well as whatever could be missing from the family vaults," Galadriel ordered. For some reason, the goblins were incredibly happy to hear such words.
"It should be done, my lady."
Galadriel understood that, as the official guardian of Harry's family legacy, it was her responsibility to ensure its growth and development. She was well-equipped to handle this task and knew exactly where to begin. However, at the moment, she had something more urgent to attend to.
Galadriel noticed Harry not moving and being completely still, which made her panic before she saw him waking up from what could be a trance. Then she saw it. Harry's green emerald eyes now had a golden iris around them. His skin became pale, and his hair became tender and manageable.
However, the actual difference was how he looked at her. Harry's eyes now seemed to brim with power and intelligence.
"How are you feeling, dear?" Galadriel whispered before Harry yawned and rested his head on her chest, seemingly too tired to answer. But that was enough for her.
"It appears that the ritual was a success," a goblin stated. "Strangely, it was less messy than the ones on the records."
"Uh, how messy were they?" Galadriel asked as she gently patted Harry's back.
"Very messy."
Galadriel simply hummed, finding amusement in the goblins' words. Yet, her thoughts shifted to Harry, who now had a connection through their shared blood. How much would this affect Harry in the years to come? That was yet to be seen. Nonetheless, Galadriel couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by a mix of amazement and joy, realising that Harry now belonged to her.
I'll make sure to raise you with love and affection. Galadriel thought about how her own mother raised her. You will never suffer what I did. I will give you the world and destroy everyone who wishes you harm.
Galadriel thought, realising that she must do whatever it takes to protect her son.
Whatever it takes.
A long sleep night, a good one at that, was what Galadriel wanted. Still, of course, there was a lot she had to do first before resting for a few hours. One of those things was to get her son to bed, a task that was proving to be quite tricky as Harry grew up.
It has been ten years since Galadriel entered that world, and during that time, she has been raising Harry as her own child. These ten years have been filled with an unimaginable amount of joy, something she never thought was possible, and she wouldn't trade it for anything. However, it has come with challenges. Motherhood wasn't easy, and raising a young man blessed with so much power was quite a task.
Through blood adoption, Harry acquired Galadriel's Yggdrasil magic and inherited some of her demonic traits. However, unlike Galadriel, Harry struggles to control them; he is quick to anger when things don't go his way and slashes out quickly. Galadriel has been patient in teaching him not to let emotions control him, as it would make him look weak to his opponents. Harry knew it, but he had some way to go.
Harry has also become fiercely overprotective of his mother, so he glares menacingly and even threatens any man who dares to cast a lustful gaze upon her. Galadriel finds this endearing, especially since Harry quickly becomes flustered and embarrassed whenever she displays affection for him.
However, the jealousy exhibited by Harry at such a tender age has the potential to have catastrophic consequences for both of them in the future. Harry's dark tendencies might intensify as time passes, leading to a nightmarish outcome for their mother-son bond.
Galadriel has spoken to him, telling him he must not worry about her. Galadriel could defend herself. And that her sexual life, if any, was up to her, not him.
Thankfully, Harry only made a disgusted face at the thought of such a sinful relationship with his own mother. The gagging sound was hilarious to hear. He simply wanted to protect Galadriel in the same way she protects him. Besides, Harry knew that her mother had no interest in men whatsoever.
And that his love for her was not leading to that outcome.
It put Galadriel's feelings to rest. However, Galadriel was sure her son would be quite the ladies' man when he grew up. It won't surprise her if Harry builds up his own harem of women in the future.
Still, what Galadriel wondered right now was how strong he could become. How many levels could he reach? What could he learn? What job title could he obtain? That was yet to be seen. But it was clear that Galadriel's blood was morphing Harry into something far more potent than anything in this human world.
But before all of that happened, Galadriel had to get Harry to bed.
"Alright, young man! That's enough for today!" Galadriel chuckled as Harry's groan could be heard.
"It's only past nine!" Harry whined as he put on his jammies. "I am no longer a child! I am a demon!"
As Harry growled, his sharp canines and imposing horns added to his intimidating presence. Galadriel snorted at her son's child-like demonic features. "Oh, yes, you're a big demon. I am trembling. Especially when this big demon still pees on his bed."
"T-that was one time!" Harry squealed, embarrassed.
"I did tell you not to drink soda before bed. Think about our poor maids," Galadriel teased, and Harry only blushed.
"You didn't have to remind me of that," he mumbled.
"Well, if you wish not to remember what happened when we went to Disney World, too, hop into bed," Galadriel replied.
Harry's intimidating tactic did not work, and he went to bed defeated. "You're evil," Harry whispered as Galadriel chuckled.
"I am a Demon Empress, my dear," Galadriel smiled, her voice soft and melodic, as she carefully arranged the silk sheets on Harry's oversized mattress. "Now, remember that we will have quite a few visitors tomorrow."
Harry nodded. "Dumbledore, right?"
"Exactly."
Galadriel has made sure to keep herself wholly hidden from the Wizarding World. Only interacting with Gringotts at all. There were many reasons for that. One of those was that she wanted to train Harry away from priving eyes and gather more information about Voldemort and all his followers. Plans had to be made to be ready whenever this supposed dark lord returned. And when he does, Galadriel would be more than ready to show him what power truly is. Still, Galadriel wasn't just waiting for her enemies to move.
Galadriel has slowly built up a fortune in the muggle world, mutilating and devouring the world through her company. Eating and buying enterprises that would become the most powerful in the world. She has used everything in her arsenal to build an economic empire, and that was just the beginning. Also, she was doing it the same way in the Wizarding World, but more slowly.
The Potter family had many allies and contracts, which they would soon use. However, Galadriel took over many other ancient and noble family titles to gather enough political power, slowly building an influential front for her to leverage.
The Wizengamot would not know what was about to hit them.
"Remember what I have told you about our enemies," Galadriel whispered, gently caressing Harry's hair.
"That we must always be prepared for the unexpected," Harry replied, his voice filled with determination. "Dumbledore is not our ally, nor is the light side."
"Exactly. When you go to Hogwarts, people will be curious about you, and some may even attempt to manipulate you. Still, we are not followers. We don't take orders from those below us."
"We are rulers, leaders, royalty, kings and queens, emperors and empresses." Harry smiled as Galadriel chuckled, proud of Harry's understanding.
"Exactly, but don't allow arrogance to blind you. Remember never to underestimate your enemies while also undervaluing your allies. Be deceitful, manipulate, and control. But seek solace in moments of calmness whenever they arise. However, avoid becoming too comfortable or naive in your approach."
Galadriel's words resonate with Harry. It was one of the many rhetorics Galadriel had been saying to him. The one of being careful, wise, and moving with grace, never putting himself as the enemy but as an ally, observing everyone's move. But if enemies arose and wished harm on them, utterly, destruction was the only answer.
"I know, Mom," Harry stated knowingly.
Galadriel kissed Harry's forehead and smiled. "Good night, dear."
"Good night, Mom!"
Dumbledore and McGonagall glanced at each other before looking at what was before them.
"Are you sure this is the place, Albus?" McGonagall's voice was barely a whisper as she spoke. Overwhelmed by the sight of the palace, she couldn't help but take a deep breath, feeling a mix of awe and nervousness.
"It is, Minerva; this is where the letter guides us," Dumbledore replied, examining the exquisitely colossal mansion sprawled before them, its grandeur stretching far beyond imagination. "We are an hour from Middlesbrough and just a few minutes from the beach, with a full view of the North Sea. This must be quite an expensive home."
"Expensive?! Albus, this place is almost half the side of Hogwarts!" McGonagall exclaimed. "The gates of this home are made of gold!"
"I realised that, Minerva," Dumbledore replied with a sigh.
Soon enough, the door to the gates opened, and Dumbledore and Minerva saw a group of maids approaching them. They looked human but did not truly feel like ones. They were gorgeous, no doubt. There was this odd feeling emanating from them.
"Albus Dumbledore, Minerva McGonagall, welcome to our lady's state. She is waiting for you. Please follow us."
The maids turned their backs and walked away, prompting Dumbledore and Minerva to follow them to the palace. The fact that it took them quite a while to reach the home's entrance was proof of how ridiculously large this home was—enough to make Minerva mumble. "Who needs such a big place to live?"
"Our lady has many pets and individuals who need privacy and a large living area. Also, this is just one of many houses our lady has. And not the biggest one. That would be our lady's vacation home in Cannes."
McGonagall almost choked on something, while Dumbledore was worried about what living in such a luxurious state would do to Harry. The last thing he wanted was for an arrogant child like James, who led the title of Saviour of the Wizarding World, to get on his head.
I am going to need to get him in line soon. This life of wealth is not what I envisioned for him.
Dumbledore let out a weary sigh before they entered the palace, wondering what else would be inside. Indeed, as they stepped inside, the sheer size of the palace seemed even more overwhelming. This place seemed to rival Hogwarts with its enchanting atmosphere.
"Please, follow us."
The maid spoke, but Dumbledore and Minerva soon noticed that the maids had ears and tails. Clearly, they were not humans. But what were they? That was something Dumbledore didn't know.
"Excuse me, my dear, I am sorry to ask you this question, but what are you exactly?" Dumbledore asked as the oldest maid glanced at him.
"I am a Neko maid. A cat person, if you must know."
"A cat person?" McGonagall mumbled. "I have never heard of such a race."
"Where are you from?" Dumbledore asked with an intrigued look on his face, yet the neko maids were not keen on speaking more to him—no more than they had to.
"Our lady brought us here. That's all you need to know."
Soon enough, Dumbledore and McGonagall entered a spacious and opulent living room. The room was adorned with ornate golden fixtures and plush velvet curtains. Soft sunlight streamed through the large windows, casting a warm glow on the richly patterned Persian rug covering the polished wood floor. The air carried a faint scent of lavender, adding to the serene atmosphere. In the centre of the room stood a woman of breathtaking beauty, her flowing Victorian gown hugging her curvy figure. Its intricate lace and beading shimmered as she moved gracefully. Yet, what was genuinely captivating was the white-snow hair and two sets of golden eyes staring at each other.
When Dumbledore saw those eyes, a shiver ran down his spine, sending an unsettling feeling through his body. What is this feeling? Dumbledore thought before trying to shake those feelings off.
"Welcome," the woman said. "Please sit; Harry should arrive shortly. Please, Maribel, bring us some tea."
"At once, my lady."
Dumbledore and McGonagall sighed deeply before walking towards the small table.
"My name is Galadriel Nazarick," Galadriel introduced herself, adopting the persona of a warm, affectionate, and charming young mother. An act that Harry thought about. It was clear that Dumbledore believed he knew best and that his own arrogance blinded him to the reality of the situation. Harry and Galadriel immediately recognised that potential and knew they could exploit it.
"Galadriel?" Dumbledore asked, confused.
"What is it, Albus?" McGonagall asked as she stared at Dumbledore's surprised face.
"I believe Headmaster Dumbledore has recognised the name," Galadriel smiled. "My parents were huge Tolkien fans, and me too."
"I see; were they muggles, perhaps? Or just one of them?" Dumbledore asked, trying to learn more about Galadriel, and she knew. At this point, she decided to follow through with the made-up story both Harry and she had prepared. No one would think otherwise since James and Lily were dead.
"No, but my parents used to live comfortably among Muggles," Galadriel replied. "They enjoyed being among them."
"Is that so?" Dumbledore was content to hear that, and Galadriel almost scoffed since she could see what was happening inside his mind.
Is he really that absorbed in his own image? Is he that arrogant? Galadriel could not help but shake her head in amusement as she forced a smile again.
"Oh, my dear, there you are, Harry."
As soon as Harry stepped into the room, Dumbledore's gaze immediately fell upon him. From what the wise old wizard could discern, he couldn't help but feel a sense of apprehension about how a life of immense riches might have changed the Boy-Who-Lived from what he had initially intended.
It was a correct assumption to say that Harry wasn't the orphaned boy Dumbledore had desired. The selfless saviour was the one who empathised with the pain and was determined to take any necessary action for justice—the perfect Gryffindor boy.
No, this version of Harry looked anything but the reckless saviour Dumbledore wanted him to be. Also, he noticed that the scar on his forehead was gone. How?! Dumbledore thought completely.
"His scar? It cannot be," Dumbledore mumbled, stunned. Galadriel sneered at him suspiciously before hiding her nasty expression behind a polite smile.
"I healed that nasty curse of him," Galadriel said with a forced smile. "It took me a few seconds."
Dumbledore then glanced at her, utterly baffled at how she could have done something he could not. And terrified at the fact that Harry wouldn't be able to fulfil his destiny as it was foretold by the prophecy. Dumbledore's plans were slowly being destroyed before him, and he could do little about it.
"Good morning, Professor McGonagall and Headmaster Dumbledore. Please accept my apologies for my tardiness. I encountered an unexpected matter that demanded my immediate attention," Harry's voice resonated with an aristocratic air akin to that of royalty. His accent and speech captivated both the headmaster and the professors. But then again, they realised that this woman, Galadriel, had the same speech pattern.
Dumbledore saw Harry kissing Galadriel's cheek as he sat next to her. Yet, there was something he could not quite explain about this woman. Something was hidden underneath this air of gentleness.
"So, Hogwarts. I have heard many things about this school. Great things," Galadriel smiled tenderly.
McGonagall coughed softly. "Hogwarts is the best school for witches and wizards in the world. Only a few schools truly compete with us."
As Galadriel read the letter, a soft humming escaped her lips. "I was pondering about the educational path my son would embark on. Unfortunately, Muggle schools don't have a curriculum that caters to the needs of wizards."
"Tonbridge School is a great institution, well, not for someone like me," Harry added, as both mother and son chuckled at their inner joke.
"I assure you, Lady Nazarick, that Hogwarts's curriculum would make Harry the greatest wizard in history," McGonagall stated proudly.
"I sure hope so, professor. I have already received invitations from other schools. We even visited them a few weeks ago. Beauxbatons has an incredible decorative department. Castelobruxo's potion classes are renowned across the world. And Mahoutokoro has welcomed me with open arms, too."
"Those are indeed great schools, Lady Nazarick. Each one was deserving of their spot as the best. But Hogwarts's legacy has been unshakable for centuries. I assure you, you'll find no better school for young Harry than the school his parents went to. Of course, do you know about your real parents?" Dumbledore asked with a smile, trying to see Harry's reaction when he mentioned his true birth parents. Does he possess knowledge about them? Has this woman deliberately concealed the truth about not being his biological mother from him? Does he have knowledge of his name and influence? Does Harry even know he was technically kidnapped as a baby by this woman?
There were many things Dumbledore wished to know since, in his eyes, this woman had abducted him. Dumbledore could use that to bring the boy to his side. If Harry were to wish to know his real parents, he could even bring Lupin to the table.
Perhaps even telling him he was supposed to be raised with his aunt, his mother's sister. And not here at all. Maybe he could arrange to have him live with them for a summer. Yes, that's a good plan.
However, whatever Dumbledore was planning was slowly ripped away when Harry smiled.
"I know," Harry replied. "My parents met there."
"Lily would've been proud of her son attending the same school, she met James," Galadriel smiled, and those words threw Dumbledore off, and the same could be said about McGonagall.
"Uh, excuse me, Lady Potter, what is your relationship with Lily and James?" McGonagall asked.
That question was what they were expecting. It was time to throw this made-up story they made for themselves—well, for Galadriel, in any case. Harry was well aware of his adoption and what transpired when he was a child. It was the first thing Galadriel told him when he became old enough to understand not only where he came from but also what Galadriel was. And well, Harry doesn't mind. In fact, Harry believed that his birthparents would've been quite glad to have someone like Galadriel as his adoptive mother if anything else.
But it also made things fun in a twisted sense. That was definitely Galadriel's influence on him, no doubt. Or James; that man would certainly approve of such a ridiculous story.
"That's a long story," Galadriel sighed dramatically. "One that may be hard to believe."
Galadriel spoke before the maids entered the room with the tea and many other delicious treats.
"Hard to believe, you say?" Dumbledore frowned. "How hard would that be?"
"Well, I am Lily's lost twin sister."
Dumbledore and McGonagall were simply stunned at those words. "Long twin sister?" Dumbledore mumbled, unable to understand what he was hearing.
Harry coughed awkwardly as he was trying to hide his laugh. Galadriel did her best to keep a straight face.
"Yes, you see, our enemies kidnapped Lily from my mother's embrace when Lily was a baby. It broke my dear mother's heart. And we tried to find her, and we did, but it was until Lily was already an adult," Galadriel sobbed as Harry gave her a handkerchief: an incredible, dramatic view, no doubt. "I had the fortune to meet her briefly, but it was then when she went into hiding. After that, it was only until the news of her death reached me that a letter appeared. She wanted me to take Harry and raise him as my own."
Galadriel could only smirk behind the handkerchief at her excellent acting skills. Harry only nodded fervently at her as if her acting was beyond and truly above the rest.
"I never knew Lily had a twin sister or that she was kidnapped as a child," McGonagall whispered, now feeling quite heartbroken. However, Dumbledore did not know what to think about it. Surely, Lily would say something to him or James. But then again, if that truly happened when they went into hiding, then maybe Lily never had the time to bring this revelation to him.
"It is quite surprising," Dumbledore muttered. "Especially since we have never heard of this Nazarick family. Or that you don't look much like Lily."
"Our family is ancient and has been around many times; Nazarick is just one of many," Galadriel replied quickly. "Lily got her looks from our mother, including the red hair."
"Would you tell me about it?" Dumbledore inquired, but Galadriel only chuckled.
"Soon, once I take my seat on the Wizengamot," Galadriel replied, not giving more information to the old wizard, who seemed to want to learn more about her. "I believe Harry will need everything in this letter for the start of the year. Would there be anything else he'll need?"
"No, that would be all," McGonagall stated carefully, glancing at Dumbledore. It appears the old wizard was deep in thought.
"Professor, I am excited to finally see the school where my parents were students," Harry added with a gentle smile. "And to make... friends."
Galadriel noticed a malignant aura from Harry as he let slip his demonic self. Quickly, her son coughed, hiding it away.
"No doubt you'll make many friends, my dear," Galadriel cooed as she kissed Harry's cheek.
"Mom!" Harry mumbled, embarrassed.
"I have no doubt that will be the case," Dumbledore added, chuckling at the showcase of affection.
Dumbledore and McGonagall were led outside the home by the maids. When they finally walked outside the golden fence, Dumbledore could be heard sighing deeply.
"What do you think, Minerva?" He asked.
"I can't say much, Albus. This woman is a complete mystery. But I did not feel hostility from her. Nor is she raising Harry to be arrogant. That's a good thing."
Dumbledore nodded, but at the same time, there was a lot he was still unsure about.
I need to separate them. Suppose this woman is in his life. Harry wouldn't have been able to perform his duties. But how do I do that? Dumbledore pondered silently as they disappeared. Unbeknownst to them, Harry and Galadriel had their own agendas. And there was nothing Dumbledore could do to stop them.
Platform nine and three-quarters welcomed a new year by preparing to depart towards Hogwarts. Harry took a deep breath before hearing a deep sigh next to him.
"Mom, don't be sad. It's something we knew would happen," Harry stated, gently squeezing his mother's hand. "Besides, you had a lot to do."
"Yes, I know, dear. I know."
For her part, Galadriel could only stare at her son and could not believe he was going away. It made her feel incredibly anxious and depressed.
"I know, it's that you're growing up so fast," Galadriel mumbled sadly.
Harry rolled his eyes playfully but chuckled. "Please, Mom, I have Hedwig, remember? And [Message] I will write to you and call you every week. Happy? "
"Of course," Galadriel replied before hearing the sound of the train ready to depart. "This is it. Be careful, Harry, alright?"
Galadriel whispered as she hugged her son tightly. "I love you with all my heart."
"And I love you too, Mother," Harry mumbled in her embrace.
"Do you have the rings?" Galadriel asked him, and Harry smiled as he wiggled his fingers.
"Of course."
"That's my boy," Galadriel smiled proudly.
Harry leaned down and planted a gentle kiss on his mother's cheek before boarding the train. As he searched for his compartment, a sense of anxiety washed over him as he realised he was now completely alone. Harry has always depended on his mother's power and decisions; now it was time for him to make his own decisions, to carve his own path, and to harness his power.
I need to make my mother proud! Harry thought as he soon found an empty compartment and sat down.
"Here it is," Harry said, watching the train slowly depart. Soon enough, he heard the sound of someone entering the compartment.
"Daphne! Here is empty—oh!" Standing in the cramped corridor, an adorable brown-haired girl with two sets of bright hazel eyes looked at him with astonishment.
"What is it, Tracey?" Following closely behind, an irritated yet breathtaking girl with cascading golden curls and striking blue eyes stood alongside her friend Tracey, gaping at Harry in disbelief.
Harry found their reactions amusing, but he couldn't blame them. After all, he shared his mother's blood, which gave him an exceptional beauty and an unnatural allure that ordinary people found hard to ignore. Harry was undeniably a charming boy. Everything about him exuded elegance and sophistication. So, when Daphne and Tracey's eyes landed on him, they were stunned to see such a beautiful person sitting in front of them.
Harry immediately recognised the noble status of the two girls from the earrings and necklaces they wore. Although rings were typically used by heirs and heiresses, some ancient houses used other jewellery sets.
Greengrass and Davis, eh? What a lucky day for us, Mother! Harry thought, smirking slightly before standing up and bowing to both girls, just like their status would demand him to do.
"Heiress Greengrass, Heiress Davis," Harry greeted as he approached them, bending down to gently kiss each of their knuckles. "Allow me to introduce myself; I am Harry Potter."
It was at that moment that both girls snapped back to reality. "Harry Potter?" Tracey whispered. "The Harry Potter?! Merlin's saggy balls! You heard that, Daph?!"
"Tracey!" Daphne hissed quickly. The golden-haired girl swiftly regained her composure, and just as promptly, a cold mask descended upon her face. Naturally, Harry noticed the shift in her demeanour and couldn't help but smile.
So, she is that type of girl? Interesting.
Daphne quickly tried to ignore those teasing and fascinating green eyes with that alluring golden iris around them. It was the start of the year, and Daphne could not allow herself to be looked at as weak or someone who could be easily charmed or intimidated. No, she refused to be like her mother. That's why Daphne raised her chin and tried to look down on Harry. But that was quite hard to do since Harry was surprisingly taller for an 11-year-old.
"Pleasure, heir Potter," Daphne replied with mild courtesy. "It looks like most of the compartments have already been claimed. I trust that our arrival will not cause any inconvenience for you."
"Inconvenience? My dear, I feel fortunate to be able to share such a small space with lovely ladies like yourself." Harry's charm came out naturally to him, as Daphne's blushing had to be hidden behind an awkward cough.
"I-I see," Daphne replied.
Soon, both girls sat down in front of Harry, and it was not long before Tracey asked the obvious.
"Can I see the scar?!" Tracey asked, and Daphne groaned.
"Tracey! That's so rude!"
"What?! I always wanted to see it!"
Harry chuckled before revealing his forehead. "Sorry to disappoint you, my dear. But my scar is long gone."
"Oh," Tracey mumbled. "So the books were lying?"
Now, Harry could not control his laughter. "Most definitely! I'd admit that I wish I had lived such an outrageous life. But my raising was mostly boring. My mother took me on multiple trips around the world, though."
"Mother?" Daphne whispered.
"Ah, my adoptive mother. She is Lily Potter's twin sister."
Now, that bit of information took both of them by surprise. "Twin sister? Did Lady Potter have a twin sister?" Daphne muttered in shock.
"Yes, she wasn't muggle-born at all. But in fact, she was part of a very old noble family. Avery ancient," Harry remarked on that part to make the girls more interested, and it worked.
"A very ancient family?" Tracey asked, to which Harry chuckled.
"Our curiosity amuses you?" Daphne asked with a hint of annoyance.
"Oh, not at all; well, yes, it does," Harry replied, smiling, and the beauty of that smile annoyed Daphne a great deal.
"But don't worry, my dear, all of your questions will be answered soon enough," Harry replied teasingly. However, soon enough, something began to stir from within Harry's clothes—a slithering green snake desperately seeking fresh air. Both girls let a small scream as Harry patted his snake's head.
"Masssster! Fresssh air!" The Deathcoils snake hissed. "Sssso ssssmall! Masssterr, I am tiny compared to my ssssblingss!"
Harry rolled his eyes as his pet. "You wanted to come with me, Albert. And I told you, the only way to do it was to shrink you down and make you small enough to carry you."
Harry chuckled as she heard her pet snake coil gently around his snake. However, the complete stare of horror from the girl was even more amusing. They were almost recoiling in their seats in fear, pushing themselves away.
Uh, you were right, mother. Showcasing the ability would shock some people.
"Sorry about that. Albert wanted some fresh air. Do ignore him; he is harmless when not provoked."
He smiled, but Daphne and Tracey could nod nervously. "Wh-what sort of snake is?" The golden-haired girl asked. "I've never seen a snake like that before."
"Oh, Albert? It is a Deathcoil, an extraordinary snake. He is smarter than most snakes and can breathe poison gas. He is also around 25 metres long. But, of course, I had to make him smaller to bring him with me. It was a gift from my mother on my seventh birthday. We have more in our home."
"25 metres long?" Tracey muttered, wishing Daphne had not asked for more information.
"Don't worry, like I say, he is a gentleman and very smart. You can touch him if you want." Harry's words may sound threatening to the girls, but the reality is that he genuinely wants to showcase his friendly side. He may be a half-demon, but he was still a child. Friends were something his mother held in high regard. A good friend—a loyal one—was something that had no price.
"I-I don't know," Tracey whispered fearfully. But Daphne, who was still incredibly shocked and fearful of the snake, approached the snake with a shaking hand.
"Can I?" Daphne mumbled as Harry nodded. Soon, Albert hissed softly as the girl's soft hand caressed his scales. "It's surprisingly soft."
"He is a sweetie," Harry chuckled.
Tracey followed Daphne's lead and did the same, and after a few seconds, both girls were less anxious about it. Still, they needed to figure out what to make of Harry Potter.
"I believe you would like to know more about how I can speak to snakes."
"Would you tell us?" Daphne asked with suspicion.
"Will I? Maybe," Harry replied with a smirk. "That depends."
"On what exactly?" Daphne stared into those eyes, trying not to quiver under the mysterious pressure.
"On how much you'd be willing to believe."
Harry smiled as the rest of the journey to Hogwarts grew silent. They were interrupted a few times by a bushy girl named Hermione Granger and a red-haired boy who did not recognise Harry and left when he saw the snake. Harry couldn't help but wonder how many people would be surprised this year.
"Slytherin!"
The hat yelled, and now the entire great hall of Hogwarts stared at him with their mouths open. Dumbledore, Severus Snape, and everyone else were quite stunned at the fact that the supposed saviour of the Wizarding World was now a snake. Harry only hummed deeply, watching everyone's reaction.
"Uh, well, that was easy."
These are the stories that are coming up as One-shots! Some would have variation.
-1 Harry Potter is adopted by Galadriel, and she raises him alone for a while until Nazarick arrives. Now, there are some versions of this...
{A}-Lily is Galadriel, who was reborn in that world but didn't remember nor unlock all of her powers until she was killed by Voldemort. I think this will also allow for more closeness with Harry and as a sort of "explanation" of why the killing curse didn't work on Harry or her. Also, it would be funny for her to realise that she fell in love with James and that she married him.
Poor Albedo.
{B}-Galadriel found Harry as a child and ran away, trying to hide from Dudley and his gang. He was around five years old and was taken aback by this white-haired woman. Long story short, she adopted him and raised him by herself or in Nazarick.
{C}-Galadriel adopts Harry, as he was thrown away by his family because he was a squib. You can say this is the "Wrong boy who lived" trope. It could be fun to write. (Also, there is another version where Harry is Galadriel {Harry female version}, and she is believed to be a squib, but she has Yggdrasil magic.)
{D}-Harry is actually Galadriel and Albedo's son. He was teleported forcefully to the Wizarding World by Dumbledore, who gave it to Lily and James. They are very, very angry at that.
2-Galadriel is Harry Potter; now, this may sound like a remake of Harriet Potter: The Demon Empress and it is in some way, but this one is her alone in the world, without truly knowing who she was, and with no Nazarick reincarnating with her. I want to add that she looks more like Lily in this one. She had red hair and green eyes but with a long patch of white hair and a golden iris around her eyes.
Harriet (Well, I may change her name to Rose or something less cliche; I don't know yet.) would be different. There's going to be a bit of cannon, but not much. Honestly, I am biased here since I would like to write a story where she is reserved and cold to people. Having no support, family or friends and being abused would make her not be anything of what Dumbledore wanted her to be.
It would be a Dark Lady in Training type of story, as she begins to unlock more of her power and become more powerful than Voldemort. Still, I don't want her to be evil for the sake of being evil, just that she would try to do what Voldemort and Dumbledore could never do. It was to save the Wizarding World while ruling it as their queen. I have some twists save here and there about Nazarick, but yeah, that's the story I have so far.
3-The second version of this is Harry (Galadriel), who was rescued by Nazarick when she was a child in that world. Still, since she has no recollection of who she is or who they are, she is terrified of them. I think this is quite a funny story.
4-Harry and Galadriel are twins, and again, Galadriel doesn't know who she is, not truly. I have another version in mind about Galadriel, who has all her memories and powers but is fully overprotective of her brother. Also, what about Ainz and Galadriel being siblings in real life and reincarnated in the world? I always wanted to make an Ainz and Galadriel siblings thing. It can lead to some funny and exciting things. Both had their memories, but not their powers, not entirely. And are slowly levelling up.
Harry(Ainz) is a necromancer, and Galadriel is a powerful arcane witch. Sounds fun.
5-Galadriel is Voldemort. This was an idea about how interesting and hilarious it would be. She was born as Tom Marvollo Riddle since her mother didn't even know she had given birth to a girl. Then, misunderstanding began to happen, and now she is a Dark Lord or, well, Dark Lady. She is forced to act and simply follow the script of being the immense evil of the Wizarding World while just trying to eat and be in peace.
This could be a funny, crack sort of story. But it also could be a very interesting one and serious; it depends on what you guys decide.
6-Galadriel is another student at Hogwarts. This is like this fanfic, but I guess starting again will allow me to set a better pace and the story overall. There are things I introduce here that I don't like at all. Doing a remake would, perhaps, allow me to do things better.
Now, making her reborn would make things different. Making Galadriel born as a Malfoy, perhaps Draco's older sister or twin sister, would be a good idea. That would be interesting. Also, making her Sirius's child.
Or better, I was thinking of making her Voldemort's daughter; now you can think of why Voldemort had a daughter or with whom. I was personally bringing Bellatrix into the mix. Well, it is quite the story, especially if she doesn't remember who she was or why she can do many things. It's quite the story.
Imagine Dumbledore's reaction to meeting her. Also, what or how does Nazarick play in all of this?
Those are my ideas; now, I am open to suggestions or ideas, so please write them down or send me a DM here or on Tumblr.