Hello everyone, sorry for taking a while, but this is all I could write without actually wasting all of your guy's time! Nevertheless, these stories are becoming like "Premises" more than One-shots. And well, it does make sense since they just show the groundwork of a story. Still, I really enjoyed this particular story.
It had a lot of potential. Also, this story is just a sort of demo, since there is another version of this story that I truly liked.
It's pretty much the same setting, but Ainz remembers everything at the start of the first year, and goes to Hogwarts searching for blood. He began to level up, slowly, trying to find out how to find Nazarick, and how did Dumbledore was able to bring him to that world. It's a "Dark Harry Potter" sort of story, but it can lead to quite an interesting story.
Harry can be Slytherin or perhaps Ravenclaw and use his abnormal allure to create his own subordinates and all of that. It gives a lot to think about, and suggestions can be made.
Now the next one-shot was going to be the previous C) story, so please stay tune for more. Of course, I shall update my original work before returning, but all the same.
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Far away from home.
Deep within the depths of the grand tomb of Nazarick, on a floor shrouded in secrecy and accessible only to a privileged few, a resounding cry pierced the air. The anguished wail emanated from a woman presently immersed in the bittersweet rapture of childbirth. This woman was none other than Galadriel Melkor, the esteemed guildmaster and revered leader of both Ainz Ooal Gown and Nazarick. It seemed peculiar, though, to witness her succumbing to the throes of pain, for she, as a level 100 Demonic Empress, was expected to be impervious to such trivialities. However, ever since she had gotten pregnant, her very existence appeared to have been stripped of its former glory, as if the encumbrance of pregnancy had inexplicably restricted her formidable abilities.
However, Galadriel gracefully bore her pains and weaknesses, as her sole focus since becoming pregnant had been her child. Nothing held greater importance to her, not even her own life. Now, as the moment arrived to bring her child into the world, these concerns only grew stronger.
And Galadriel's fears were loud—very loud. As she pushed, she screeched as loudly as her lungs could bear.
"My lady, the baby is crowning," Pestonya announced, assuming her role as a midwife with utmost care and dedication as Galadriel could only nod while forcing a tired smile.
"Please, be ready, all of you," Pestonya said as the Pleiades nodded. "One more push, my lady. One more push."
In a meticulous manner, Yuri tended to her lady's forehead, ensuring that every drop of sweat was carefully wiped away from the exhausted demon empress. Truly, Galadriel wasn't in her best state. Her hair, face, and body were in disarray. It appeared that Galadriel had been in a battle, one that had lasted for seventy-two hours. They discovered on the first day that using potions or healing abilities on Galadriel only made her feel more hurt.
The contractions were part of the whole delivery process; Galadriel had to endure them, and also, Galadriel's pelvis had to make way for her child to be born. However, the healing potions, scrolls, and abilities only served to prolong the process, as her body had to start anew each time it was healed. Needless to say, Galadriel did not find the experience enjoyable in the slightest.
"More blankest," Pestonya ordered, and Narberal and Lupusregina quickly provided her with all she needed.
"W-water," Galadriel whispered with an exhausted tone of voice. "Something."
"Solution, bring the ice chips," Pestonya said, and quickly, the blond woman gave some to Galadriel, who was thankful to chew on something that made her feel a bit better.
In her room, only the Pleiades were present, as males were strictly prohibited from entering. However, Albedo was not there for a reason. Galadriel couldn't handle Albedo's paranoia and hostility towards everyone despite understanding her worries more than anyone else. Unfortunately, Albedo's actions only made things more complicated for Galadriel, who struggled to cope with her beloved wife's behaviour. It caused Galadriel great stress during times when she could not deal with them.
Galadriel ordered out and had to put Cocytus and Rubedo on her door, stopping Albedo from entering. It was a very extreme action, but Galadriel used all of her energy and focused on the delivery.
Again, Galadriel screamed, but this time, she could feel as if she were entering the last lap, as she could hear Pestonya gasping.
"Almost done, my lady! A few more pushes!" Pestonya exclaimed, and Galadriel took a few deep breaths before using all of her strength.
Albedo paced in circles outside the room, nervously nibbling on her nails as her racing thoughts fueled her growing paranoia. Each time her beloved lady let out a scream, her heart tightened with worry. Albedo could not take it anymore; she had to go inside and be there with her beloved one. However, when Albedo stopped and glanced at the door, Cocytus and Rubedo blocked her view with their weapons.
"Don't," Cocytus only stated.
"Stop, Sister. Our lady has forbidden you from entering the room until further notice," Rubedo said, her voice as hard as steel yet with a soft undertone. Albedo hissed, but she knew she could not do much. After all, all the guardians were there right now, staring at her.
Albedo knew that they would stop her before she could even do something. She wasn't a fool. But it didn't help her worries. Nothing could.
"Dear Albedo, I'd appreciate it if you could just relax for the time being," Pandora's Actor's voice made her scoff.
"Do you hear those screams?! Our lady is in pain! In so much pain!" Albedo snapped.
"I know," Pandora's Actor replied, his voice laced with pure irritation. "You're not the only one who worries about our lady, Albedo." Pandora's Actor stated, and his voice and the way he stood near the door made Albedo realise that the Treasury Guardian was also on edge. All of them have been hearing their lady's screams for days now. None of them were joyful at hearing such cries from their lady. But they could not do anything about it—nothing but wait.
Albedo wanted to rip her horns but realised that she was powerless now. She could only sigh, almost on the verge of crying. "I apologise for my behaviour," she mumbled, ashamed of herself.
"It's alright," Pandora's Actor replied. "We are all... quite on edge."
"It's been three days," Demiurge added. "It's certainly been a long delivery."
"Could it be that the potions slow things down?" Shalltear asked nervously.
"It could be," Demiurge replied with a sigh. "We made a mistake, and it caused our lady pain."
"It's gone quiet... isn't it?" Mare anxiously muttered, causing all the guardians to realise that their lady's cries had ceased. For a few tense seconds, they all feared the worst. However, their fears were soon replaced by relief when a loud cry filled the air, not from Galadriel but from a baby.
The doors opened, and the guardians saw Narberal and Lupusregina rushing out of the room to fetch more blankets. But right behind them, Pestonya appeared, looking relieved and joyful.
"My lady has given birth to a healthy and strong boy," Pestonya announced with a smile. "Nazarick now has an heir!"
The news brought joy to everyone, with Mare, Aura, and Shalltear literally jumping around in happiness. The others reacted with varying degrees of excitement, but the overall feeling of happiness was undeniable.
"Ah! Uncle! I am uncle!" Cocytus stated that he could almost see his lady's child on his shoulder.
"It took our lady three days to give birth to the heir of Nazarick. Such a child was bound to be powerful," Demiurge chuckled.
"A baby boy," whispered Pandora's Actor, taking his time to comprehend that, technically speaking, he now had a younger sibling. Though it may not be exactly the same for him, who saw Galadriel as his own mother, it didn't feel so different.
"Pestonya," Albedo whispered as the head maid glanced at her.
"Lady Albedo, my lady has called for your presence."
Albedo nodded, and feeling nervous, she cautiously entered the room. With each step, the succubus approached the bed where her beloved wife and master lay. The curtains obstructed her view, making it difficult to see clearly. However, as she reached the edge of the bed, Albedo was greeted with the sight of Galadriel lovingly breastfeeding their child.
Albedo did not know how it could be possible to fall in love twice. She just couldn't comprehend how she could even love her lady more. But Albedo did, as she stared at her beautiful lady, her wife, with utmost adoration. The sight brought tears to her face.
Galadriel glanced at Albedo, who was sobbing and couldn't help but chuckle at her wife's reaction. "Why are you crying? I am the one who gave birth," she teased playfully as Albedo kept on sobbing.
"I'm sorry... You're beautiful. I love you," Albedo managed to utter through her sobs. Galadriel couldn't help but chuckle at Albedo's emotional outburst. The beloved succubus was at a loss for words, unsure of where to begin or what to say.
"It's okay, my love. The past few weeks have been quite chaotic for us. Still, it's finally over," Galadriel whispered softly, gazing down at her son, who seemed satisfied after nursing. Reflecting on all the classes and books she had studied on motherhood, Galadriel began to gently pat her son's back, hoping to help him burp. And when he finally did, it was the most adorable sound she had ever heard.
"Come closer, Albedo," Galadriel whispered as Albedo slowly crawled beside her wife. Soon, both women gazed at their son with pure joy, captivated by his big golden eyes. It seemed as though he was just beginning to adjust to the brightness around him. Yet, when his eyes met the loving gazes of Galadriel and Albedo, the baby instantly smiled, giggling like only a baby could. Still, he seemed to recognise them as his parents.
"He is beautiful, isn't he?" Galadriel cooed happily. "He is perfect in every way."
"Of course, you're his mother," Albedo replied as she kissed Galadriel's cheeks tenderly. "It was obvious he would be perfect."
"It takes two to make such perfection, my love," Galadriel chuckled as she rested her head on Albedo's shoulder. Exhaustion was taking hold of Galadriel now; after three days of labour, it was safe to say She needed to rest. But before She could rest, she had to do something meaningful, and she could not do it without Albedo present.
"Albedo, our son needs a name. We had names if it was a girl, but we had a baby boy. I want a name—a strong name—one that truly represents the best in my life," Galadriel whispered.
"Whatever you choose, it will be absolutely perfect," Albedo responded, softly stroking Galadriel's hair. The white-haired demon hummed with delight as she watched her son playfully grasp her fingers with his chubby, adorable hands, giggling and relishing their proximity.
As Galadriel reflected on what brought her the utmost joy, her thoughts inevitably turned to her guild, her cherished friends, and the individuals she now considered her family. Nothing held greater significance in her life than her guild. Yet, a new addition had entered her world—a child who would soon grow up amidst the very community she had helped create. At this moment, Galadriel came to a profound realisation—only one name could genuinely encompass all that she held dear. A name that would embody the essence of her love and devotion.
"Ainz," Galadriel whispered, a smile gracing her lips. "Ainz Melkor, the heir and future ruler of the Great Tomb of Nazarick. How does that sound, my love?" Galadriel inquired, her voice filled with affection, while Albedo emitted a deep hum in response.
"I like it," Albedo stated. "And it appears our son likes it, too."
"Um, is that so?" Galadriel smiled while Ainz began to make noises of excitement. "Ainz, it is then."
Ainz let out a joyful squeal while Galadriel and Albedo smiled at their son's reaction. As exhaustion overcame Galadriel, Ainz followed his mother's lead and began drifting into a peaceful slumber. Albedo, on the other hand, lovingly embraced her cherished wife and son, holding them even closer. They were now a family, and nothing would ever change that.
After a few months had gone by, it became clear that Ainz was more aware of his surroundings compared to other babies his age. At just seven months old, he could already differentiate his parents, comprehend his location, and even grasp when someone was talking about him or directly to him. It might sound a bit paranoid or exaggerated, but it was undeniably true.
Ainz's brain worked like a computer in some ways. It simply recorded, analysed, and learned everything around him. Of course, he was still a baby, but it proved how far ahead he was from a normal baby.
However, it didn't change anything for Galadriel and Albedo. For both demons, he was the cutest and most adorable baby in the world. But for Nazarick, it was just proof of how special he was—but no one knew how much.
Still, Galadriel, who was gradually regaining her strength, felt that her pregnancy had slightly weakened her. She lost a few levels during the whole ordeal. It wasn't anything too serious, of course, and nothing she couldn't recover from. After all, she possessed an abundance of Exp-boost items and other resources that would guarantee her return to her former glory in no time. However, Ainz remained a genuine cause for concern and a mystery.
Nazarick's system had Ainz as an NPC, but Galadriel needed clarification on what even NPCs meant now; all of the guardians were their own person now. True, whatever Galadriel's guildmates wrote in their bios mattered, and it was a massive part of their personalities. Still, after such a long time in the new world, each guardian was slowly transforming into more of what was written in their settings. They were growing as people, as individuals. So, Galadriel could not help but wonder who Ainz would be when he grew up.
Ainz, similar to the Guardians, was a being of level 100. However, unlike the others, Galadriel was unaware of Ainz's Job Classes. She was certain that Ainz would inherit the racial traits of demons, just like Albedo and herself. Which specific traits? That was uncertain. Yet, it was evident that Ainz was a complete, pureblood demon. His small horns were starting to grow, along with his tail and tiny wings. However, it was still too early to make a definitive statement.
According to Demiurge's theory, Ainz's current state could be compared to that of a helpless baby, lacking the ability to make choices or fully harness his immense potential. That was obviously true, but it also explains why, despite Nazarick recognising Ainz as a level 100 being, he didn't possess all the qualities of one. It seemed as though Ainz had all the necessary levels and points to use but hadn't picked any Job Classes, Racial Traits and more. Galadriel could only wonder which sort of class Ainz would pick up. Nevertheless, this also suggests the possibility of future growth as he gradually develops. Ainz would be free to select Job Classes and Racial Traits according to his preferences. It was just a matter of him growing up.
Galadriel, for her part, did not care much about it. She would later try to guide him and teach him about optimisation. But for now, Galadriel wanted Ainz to be just that—a baby.
And Ainz was undoubtedly spoiled by Galadriel.
"Who is the cutest baby in the entire world?" Galadriel coed as he was changing Ainz's diapers. "It's you, of course!"
Ainz let out a giggle as Galadriel playfully tickled his adorable belly. After quickly changing him and adjusting his clothes, Ainz started to whine, clearly indicating his sudden hunger. Galadriel chuckled at her son's funny expressions, wondering if she also made the same faces when she was hungry. Galadriel comfortably settled into her chair, and she began breastfeeding him again. It was such an intimate act, and in Galadriel's mind, it created a bond with her son that she never thought possible. Perhaps it was just her perception, but Galadriel couldn't help but cherish this moment when they were alone together.
"I hope you're not as ravenous as I am, or else the Nazarick sous chef would never get a chance to rest," Galadriel smiled, momentarily interrupted by a sudden knock on the door. "Come in," she said, and soon, Albedo entered the room with a big smile on her face.
"Dear," Galadriel smiled as Albedo leaned over and gently kissed her beloved wife.
"My love, how is our little man?" Albedo asked softly before watching Ainz begin to gag slightly.
"You really don't need to suck it that hard, Ainz," Galadriel sighed wearily, gently patting Ainz's back. "Honestly, he eats like his life depends on it!"
"He has quite the appetite. He reminds me of you, my love," Albedo teased as Galadriel scoffed.
"I don't gag on my food," Galadriel mumbled.
"Sometimes you do," Albedo replied with a smile.
"Mmma!"
Soon, both Galadriel and Albedo came to a halt, their gazes shifting towards Ainz. His chubby face now bore an intense expression as he stared directly at Galadriel. It seemed as though he was focusing all his energy before finally extending his adorable little finger, pointing it directly at her.
"Ma-ma!" Ainz exclaimed happily. "Ma-ma!"
Galadriel was overcome with joy as her heart simply burst with happiness. "He called me Mama! Albedo, our baby spoke!" Galadriel embraced Ainz affectionately, planting tender kisses on his cheeks.
"So soon! Our son is a genius!" Albedo added with joy, as soon Ainz then pointed at Albedo and smiled.
"Da-da!" Ainz proclaimed arrogantly, and Albedo, just like Galadriel, burst into joy.
"Da-da?" Galadriel chuckled. "Well, I guess that's somehow accurate."
Albedo nodded as both began to simply shower Ainz with kisses.
"Oh, I almost forgot," Albedo said as she pulled a sort of digital camera from her inventory. "Pandora's Actor gave me this."
"A camera?" Galadriel muttered. "Where did he get one?"
"Something about Bukubukuchagama's collection photos and... roleplay videos?" Albedo muttered as Galadriel groaned.
"Ah, yes, of course, it's better if we don't ask for more details," Galadriel cringed slightly.
"But he did bring an interesting concept of capturing memories for the future," Albedo smiled.
"Memories for the future, eh? Can it take videos?" Galadriel asked, and Albedo nodded. "I guess it's not that bad of an idea. It would be something to show him when he grows old."
"Ah! He is going to be so handsome!" Albedo exhaled dreamily. "He is definitely going to have his own harem... Not good. Filthy scum may try to use him."
Albedo let out a dangerous hiss while Galadriel simply rolled her eyes. "I couldn't care less about the rest, as long as you're happy. Besides, that's way off in the future, so there's no need to worry about it, my dear."
"I guess you're right," Albedo sighed.
"In anycase, let's take a picture," Galadriel said. "To start our album of photos."
Galadriel was determined to treasure every moment with her son, for she did not want to miss out on any aspect of his life. However, Galadriel was unaware that destiny had a way of being merciless.
Another month passed, and little Ainz's life seemed to be going smoothly. There was nothing unusual happening. His heart filled with joy and happiness as he looked at the photos his dear mother had taken that day. He couldn't help but smile as he gazed at his mother's radiant smile.
"Look at this one! You look absolutely adorable in this outfit! I must commend Albedo's talent for creating such marvellous clothes!" Galadriel chuckled, and Ainz couldn't help but giggle along with his mother. He loves her dearly.
"My love, I brought more clothes!" Albedo exclaimed that Pandora's Actor was the one carrying all the clothes.
"Is this really necessary?" Pandora's Actor asked while he put all the clothes on the chair.
"No, enough! It's not enough!" Albedo stated.
Ainz glanced at his mother with a hint of exasperation. Still, ultimately, he was content to do whatever made her happy. As long as she was pleased, he would be, too.
"I'll help her choose," Galadriel chuckled, leaving the digital camera near Ainz. While the others sorted through Ainz's new clothes, the little baby gleefully seized the camera and started playing with it simply because why not? There were dozens of photos and small videos. Ainz was smarter and comprehended a lot more than a normal baby would. He was also aware of his surroundings and where he was. Ainz's young mind was aware of Nazarick, of the Guardians, and of her mother's role.
As if settings were slowly building inside him, Ainz would become who he was. Unbeknownst to Galadriel, Ainz wasn't a typical NPC. It was just how Nazarick saw him. The reality was that Ainz was very special, a unique being in all regards.
"What about this one?"
"Mm, that's a pumpkin outfit, dear."
"Our son will be a cute pumpkin!"
Ainz started giggling, but before long, he felt an unsettling sensation. It was as if he were being drawn towards another place. Fear gripped him, and his crying abruptly caught the attention of everyone around him. They witnessed a peculiar magical circle forming around him. In an instant, the last thing Ainz heard was his mother's piercing scream before darkness engulfed him.
Ainz awoke to the sound of unfamiliar voices. As he opened his eyes, he found himself being held by an elderly man with a long white beard. The man's deep blue eyes seemed to radiate both arrogance and a disconcerting sense of self-righteousness as he smiled down at Ainz.
"Hello there," the old man said. "I guess you were right all along, Grindelwald. Merlin's ritual truly worked... and this item... this mirror. Merlin's secret is truly something that had to be hidden from anyone."
Ainz began to cry, as he was not pleased to be held by this man.
"It's alright, my boy. You were called here for a reason. I have big plans for you... Big plans for you. But first, I must make you look human. We can't have such an appearance in this world."
Ainz's wails grew even louder as he was being taken away by this old man.
Lily and James gazed at their baby boy, overwhelmed by an intense love that radiated from their eyes. Never before had they witnessed such flawlessness or witnessed such breathtaking innocence. Their son, Harry, embodied perfection in every aspect. Still, there was a lingering sadness in them, one that could not leave.
"We could not have achieved this without Dumbledore," James whispered, smiling, as Harry slept in the crib.
"I know," Lily replied, but suddenly her smile vanished. Pain appeared on her face as James quickly hugged her. "I'm sorry, James. I... I could not give you true born son."
"Don't say that, Lily. It was not your fault," James whispered as Lily sobbed on his shoulder.
"If I had been faster... Bellatrix's spell would've not hit me, and I would've not...!"
"Enough, Lily," said James in a soft yet firm tone as he hugged her. "It was not your fault. I'm still happy; you're alive."
Lily cried, yet her lips curled into a smile as James kissed her. The young couple observed the baby, who began to wiggle about. Lily gently lifted him up and began to softly pat his back.
"Besides, he is our son now; we blood-adopted him," James said, and Lily smiled at her husband's positive outlook on life. "We are going to love him no matter what."
"Yes, you're right. We will," Lily said.
Soon, little Harry awoke to find himself looking into a pair of green eyes instead of the familiar honey-golden ones he was accustomed to seeing. These eyes did not belong to his beloved mother. The people surrounding him, cooing and fussing over him, were not his family. They were not Nazarick. Overwhelmed by this realisation, he began to cry, hoping that his mother would come and rescue him. But that never happened.
It was now Halloween, and the Potter family had been blissfully ignorant of Harry's true nature. They considered his growls and glares to be just him throwing a fit, which was untrue. Harry, well, Ainz, hated those two lowly mortals with passion.
How dare they behave as if he were their child? How dare they take him away from his mother? How dare they make his mother cry?
Ainz, unwilling to accept the name Harry, hissed at them whenever they carried him around. It was already annoying enough that a man named Sirius Black had been doting on him, referring to him as his godson or something similar. Now, Ainz had to tolerate living with those humans.
True, they seemed magical, but to Ainz, who had seen power beyond these mortals's comprehension, It was nothing but a cheap magic trick.
Thankfully, his worries would soon disappear as he again began angrily glaring at them; a sudden, loud explosion was heard from the front door.
"Lily, it is him! Run, I'll hold him off!"
With her son in her arms, Lily sprinted towards the second floor. However, Harry merely watched with a slight smile as Lily started attempting to barricade the entrance of the room with any objects she could find.
Lily kneeled before Ainz as he was put in his crib. Lily smiled at him.
"You're so loved, Harry. Daddy loves you, Mommy loves you."
Ainz's eyes remained steady, devoid of emotion or the capacity to feel love for this woman. His face contorted with pure disgust as he fixed his glare on Lily. In an instant, a powerful explosion rocked the room, causing the door to burst open.
A set of red eyes glared at Lily and Harry as he hissed like a snake.
"Voldemort," Lily whispered as the Dark Lord sneered at the woman.
"Stand aside, woman."
"No! Not Harry, please, no. Take me, kill me instead!"
"This is your final warning," Voldemort declared, his patience wearing thin.
"Not Harry! Please... have mercy... have mercy... not Harry! Not Harry, please... I'll do anything!"
"Enough!" Voldemort said. "Avada Kedavra!"
Soon, Lily's lifeless body fell on the ground, and little Harry, or well, Ainz, simply smiled at the fact that the woman who dared to call herself his mother was now dead. However, soon, his gaze fell upon the Dark Lord, who was now glaring him down.
"No reaction...? Curious," Voldemort whispered as he stared at the baby boy, who glared back at him, unafraid. Such intensity coming from a child made Voldemort chuckle. "The Prophecy was right all along. But only I can live forever... Avada Kedavra! "
Those were the last words Ainz heard before the darkness took him. And it would take years before he would ever remember his own name.
Year 1994
"HARRY POTTER!" Dumbledore's voice thundered, his grip tight on a paper bearing Harry's name. The entire Hogwarts population, including the other schools present for the tournament, turned their gaze towards the Boy-Who-Lived, who could only shift anxiously, consumed by fear.
"I-I did not," Harry muttered.
"Harry, you must go," Hermione whispered.
"But, I did not put my name..."
"Just go, Harry," said Hermione as she stared at Harry, who was too stunned to say more.
Harry couldn't help but feel small under the scrutinising gazes of everyone around him. He desperately wished that this was the worst part of the situation. Unfortunately, Harry's luck has always been against him. As he stepped into the room where the other champions were waiting, he was hit with the dreadful confirmation that he was now magically obligated to compete, with no possibility of escaping his fate.
"Mr. Potter has no choice; as of tonight, he is a Triwizard champion."
Crouch had said those words, and Harry just wanted to disappear from existence. He wanted a peaceful year, one where he would be just a normal student. But it appeared that things were getting worse by the minute.
Not only was he forced to compete in a deadly tournament against his will, but now he is a pariah in the school and even his own house, as everyone believes that he had something to do with the goblet choosing him.
Harry, the cheater!
Harry, the liar!
Harry, the bad friend!
Harry tried so hard to convince them that he had nothing to do with the goblet of fire, but no one believed him—not even Ron, his supposed best friend. It was baffling that they somehow believed he wanted to be the centre of the world, that he desired eternal glory and all that nonsense.
It was all because of jealousy, and he knew. Yet, Harry could not handle it. He wasn't welcome in Gryffindor, his own house. Shunned by everyone, Harry left and walked around the empty halls of Hogwarts, wondering why he wasn't normal.
"Maybe Aunt Petunia was right all along. Maybe I'm just a freak," Harry muttered as he strolled alone in the castle's darkness. Harry looked at the Marauder's Map and took a deep breath; he needed to be alone, that's all. So, slowly, he began to explore some rooms, trying to find a place where he could be alone with himself.
Harry looked around a long hallway for a bit and sensed he had not been there before. "Uh, this is the seventh floor... I don't remember being here before."
Harry mumbled but shrugged as he was still searching for a place to find solace. However, Harry was surprised to find a wall slowly morphing into a door.|
"Whoah," Harry whispered, amazed at what was happening. Curiosity struck him as he entered the mysterious room.
Before long, Harry found himself stepping into a spacious chamber teeming with peculiar containers and curious mirrors. The room was engulfed in a thick layer of dust as if it had been left untouched for ages. Scattered about were forsaken chairs, tables, and an assortment of worthless furniture, giving the impression of an abandoned space. Harry frowned, and having nothing better to do, he began exploring the place.
In no time, an overwhelming sense of sadness washed over him as if the air itself was heavy with guilt and melancholy. The place was shrouded in a sombre ambience, its walls echoing with whispers of regret and sorrow. Harry couldn't fathom the reason behind such desolation, but more importantly, he wasn't sure why he was heartfelt in pain.
Being in this place hurt him for some reason. It was almost as if it were speaking to him.
"Why does this place feel so abandoned?" Harry grumbled, his chest tightening. "It's really depressing."
Harry looked around and realised that the room was quite big, yet he soon stood in front of a large mirror, which he immediately recognised.
"The Mirror of Erised, why is it here?" Harry muttered as he found himself standing before the mirror. If his memory served him right, his parents would appear just like they had before. Harry longed to see them, even if it meant being confronted with nothing more than a heart-wrenching illusion. Yet, what Harry saw was not his parents but something else.
Harry stood in front of the mirror, staring at the strange figure who appeared to be sitting on a chair in the distance. As he squinted his eyes to get a better view, he realised that the figure was actually a woman. But this was no ordinary woman. She was so stunningly beautiful that it was almost impossible to describe her in words. Her features were so perfect that they seemed almost otherworldly. And then he noticed her wings—long, dark, and magnificent—stretching out behind her like the wings of an angel. But there was something else too, something that made Harry's heart skip a beat—a long, sinuous tail and two small horns on her head. Was she a demon? Harry wondered. But no, that couldn't be right. She was too graceful, too elegant, and too divine to be anything so evil. Harry was spellbound, unable to tear his gaze away from the mysterious woman in the mirror.
"Ainz..."
The woman whispered as her snowy white hair covered her face. She was holding something in her hands. Harry noticed it was a book of sorts.
"Ainz?" Harry whispered, but it felt right to him when his lips touched those words. It was almost familiar to him. However, Harry was in a trance about this woman. "Who are you?"
For some unknown reason, Harry's voice caught the woman's attention. Instantly, she spun around to face him when he uttered those words. Her eyes, a mesmerising shade of honey-gold, locked onto his eyes, causing Harry to become completely motionless.
The woman before Harry had a tired and worn-out look about her. Her dark circles seemed so prominent that they cast a shadow on her face. Her hair was tangled as if it had not been brushed in weeks. Her demeanour was that of someone who was in the depths of despair. In a weak and trembling voice, she called out to Harry, not by his name but by another. "Ainz... my baby... is that you?"
"I'm not..." Harry had no idea why he began to mutter back.
However, the woman rose to her feet, appearing to struggle under the weight of her own body. She practically crawled towards him, tears streaming down her face.
"Is that you?"
Harry stumbled back, not knowing if the mirror was broken or something. Yet, this interaction felt too real to him. Soon, the woman touched the glass, and those honey-golden eyes stared at him with pain and longing.
"What happened to you?" The woman whispered as she desperately tried to reach him. "My son, who took you away from me?"
Harry could not move, but something made him reach out to this person. As he was trying to touch this woman's hand, he touched the cold mirror, and something happened to him. A sudden, powerful headache struck him. One that pushed him to the ground in pain.
"Ainz, this is not you. Please remember... remember who you are."
That woman's voice echoed in Harry's head as he began to lose consciousness before hitting the cold floor. Yet, he could hear a voice in the distance and soft arms surrounding him.
"I am here, Ainz. I am here."
It has been nearly fourteen agonising years since Albedo and Galadriel experienced the heart-wrenching loss of their son, their precious child. The memories of that fateful day when their son inexplicably vanished into thin air, continue to haunt their minds. Nazarick was thrust into a state of unprecedented high alert following his disappearance. The initial days after Ainz went missing were filled with chaos and abruptness, leaving an indelible mark on everyone. Galadriel and Albedo tried to use everything at their disposal, all the items they could get their hands on, but no one worked, not even a World Item, which made them realise that whoever took their child away used one.
There was an enemy out there with a World Item who knew about their child and took him away from them.
Given this information, Galadriel and Nazarick disregarded any other plans or tactical approaches in the new world. They no longer cared about the schemes or were being cautious. No, they unleashed chaos on the world. Galadriel showed complete apathy towards the lives of millions as her own turmoil mentally consumed her.
The Baharuth Empire was merely a glorified servant state, while the Slane Theocracy suffered complete destruction. Galadriel herself took great care to erase the nation from history, punishing anyone who dared to speak of the Six Great Gods with death. The Re-Estize Kingdom, too, existed only as a memory. The Dragon Lords, known for their immense power, were relentlessly hunted and killed. It was not a battle of honour; rather, the guardians would mercilessly gang up on a single Dragon Lord before erasing him. They did that to every single one of the great Dragon Lords.
That was successful and allowed them to capture two World items, but they weren't responsible for Ainz's disappearance. That was until they found a rather odd World Item that appeared to be "broken" in a manner of speaking. It was a large mirror that supposedly, in Yggdrasil, allowed a player to obtain a special item of the player's choosing. Yet, no matter how much Galadriel tried to use it. It never worked. No item brought her son to her.
For years, she tried to find her son, doing whatever she could, no matter the cost. Galadriel destroyed and razed nations, kingdoms, and empires to dust. She had travelled and discovered new continents in search of him. All who opposed her faced the same fate.
However, Ainz was nowhere to be found, and at that moment, it finally struck Galadriel. Her son would never return. The realisation that Ainz was gone, coupled with the belief that maybe he was dead and that she was to blame, shattered Galadriel's sanity.
The burden of guilt consumed Galadriel, eating into her own rationality. She was convinced that everything was her fault and that Ainz's death was all her own doing, and this overwhelming feeling left her catatonic. Galadriel ceased to exist. Galadriel had not eaten, slept, or even spoken to anyone for the past five years. All she did was sit in her room, clutching the album of photos that captured Ainz's and her own smiles.
That was the state of Galadriel's mind, or rather, the lack of it. But the same could be said for the rest of the individuals in Nazarick. Albedo, too, was not the same anymore. She had lost not only her son but also her wife. The once-alluring succubus had transformed into a deeply resentful, furious, and malevolent being—even to Nazarick's individuals, to the point where Albedo even fought with some of the guardians because of her cruel behaviour, landing her imprisoned because of her mental state.
The truth was that Nazarick would not last longer if Galadriel remained locked in her room. Currently, Pandora's Actor and Demiurge manage Nazarick, and assembling and managing a large empire for their lady was quite the task since it was an entire world.
However, it all changed one day.
Galadriel had placed the large mirror in her room so she could see her baby boy whenever she desired. Though it seemed like a worthless world item to others, for Galadriel, it meant everything. She would spend hours upon hours simply gazing into the mirror, watching herself cradle her precious child, a smile adorning her face.
Galadriel knew the mirror only gave her a view of what she wanted but would never give her. At first, she wondered if the Mirror of Erised had a set of requirements that were needed in order for it to be used. It was hard to say. Another theory was that it was broken since she recalled that the mirror needed its other side to work. So far, they haven't been able to find the other part of the Mirror of Erised. It had to be somewhere, but so far, it has eluded them.
In fact, Galadriel wasn't sure of what the Mirror of Erised actually does. It was one of those World Items that had a very niche use. Still, Galadriel lost herself watching the mirror, year after year, to the point where she lost herself.
"Ainz," Galadriel whispered as she then glanced at the photo album.
"Ainz? Who are you?"
A sudden voice made her snap. Galadriel then glanced in the mirror and saw a young boy, a teen with messy dark hair and green eyes. She frowned at first, but the more she stared at him, the more she began to see her facial features on him.
"Ainz... my baby... is that you?" Galadriel's heart began to beat back to life after almost half a decade. Galadriel crawled to the young boy; she was desperately trying to grab him and hug him, but she knew it was Ainz. It had to; otherwise, why would this boy appear in the mirror? Galadriel began to ask questions about who took him from her, what happened to him, and more. Each question made the teen stumble back as he kept on asking about her.
"Ainz, this is not you. Please remember... remember who you are."
Galadriel whispered, tears rolling from her eyes. Galadriel then realised that the mirror began to glow, and soon, it opened a sort of portal that allowed Galadriel to crossover and bring the teen into her embrace.
"I am here, Ainz. I am here."
That was all Galadriel could say before her voice was heard for the first time in years. "Pestonya!" Galadriel's voice echoed through all of Nazarick. It was the first sight of life coming back to the great tomb.
Albedo found herself confined in the frozen prison, isolated, and left to her own devices. Despite being alone, she couldn't shake the feeling that this punishment was far too lenient for the gravity of her actions. In her opinion, only death would be sufficient for her failures.
"I failed you, love, my child," Albedo whispered.
The guardian overseer carries an overwhelming burden of guilt, which she projects onto the entire Nazarick. Albedo has shown extreme cruelty towards everyone, hurling insults and mockery and even asserting that the Supreme Beings were mere impostors. She exclaimed loudly, in front of everyone, that the Supreme Beings were failures and weak-minded individuals who had forsaken their lady.
In a typical situation, any act of blasphemy would have resulted in a swift execution. Albedo desired precisely that—to be slain by the guardians. They engaged in combat, yet she made no effort to defend herself. Albedo yearned for death, for her screams to fade away into nothingness. However, her wishes remained unfulfilled. She held Demiurge and Pandora's Actor responsible for their failure to carry out her execution. It seemed they had seen through her intentions with ease.
But it didn't matter to Albedo; nothing does; she had simply lost the will to live, to carry on.
But soon, all of that would change as she heard someone arriving.
"Sister," Rubedo said as she arrived at the cell.
"Little sister," said Albedo, with no actual emotion in her voice.
"There's an emergency that requires your immediate presence."
Albedo raised an eyebrow, confused. "What about Demiurge or Pandora's Actor?"
Rubedo only stared at her older sister before speaking the words that would soon shake the succubus to her core.
"It's our lady, she has spoken..."
Albedo froze in place. "W-what?" She muttered in shock. It had been five years since she, or anyone else, had heard Galadriel speak. So, why now? What could've happened that had made their lady speak?
"Our lady... has found Ainz."
Nazarick had never been so lively in years. Hearing their lady scream for Pestonya was one thing, but hearing her say that she had found her son was a totally different thing.
Ainz lay on the bed while Pestonya meticulously examined the heir of Nazarick's body. At the same time, Galadriel held her son's hand tightly, unwilling to release her grip. Demiurge stood next to his lady, still shocked and baffled, yet joyful to hear his lady's voice again.
"Demiurge, the mirror. I want Shalltear, Mare and Aura on the other side. I don't want anyone to be able to enter Nazarick."
Galadriel's voice sounded like a whisper at best, as if she were slowly recovering her vocal strength.
"I suggest moving the mirror to a better place, my lady," Demiurge whispered slowly. "A place that is not connected to your room."
"Understood. Instruct them not to leave the room they are in but to establish a small defensive perimeter and investigate the nature of that place."
"Understood, my lady," Demiurge replied, and as he was about to leave, Galadriel spoke again.
"Demiurge... sorry... for being absent and for failing as a leader."
Galadriel fixed her gaze on Demiurge, ensuring that he caught sight of her eyes. She wanted him to understand the sincerity behind her words. However, Demiurge simply responded with a smile—a smile that had been absent for quite some time—before respectfully bowing to her.
"There's nothing to forgive, my lady. We are just happy to have you back."
Galadriel's gaze shifted to Albedo as the succubus entered the room at a slow pace. Behind her, Rubedo, Cocytus, and Pandora's Actor followed closely, their apprehension evident. Galadriel understood the reason behind their unease and knew that there were important matters to discuss. It was not only for Albedo's sake but for the well-being of everyone in Nazarick.
But that would wait for now. Galadriel's whole focus was on Ainz.
"Albedo, our son is here," Galadriel whispered, and for the first time in years, Albedo felt her wife's hand on her.
"Why does he look like this?" Albedo whispered. "I recognise his cheekbones; there are yours, my love. But he looks so... human."
"If I may, my ladies," Pestonya interrupted. "Prince Ainz has several spells on him. One seems to hide his true form, and another is blocking his magic. There are some others, but I can't identify them. But they appear weak enough for our prince to break them."
"Then why has he not?!" Albedo demanded as Pestonya's body flinched.
"I doubt he even knew he had them on him, Lady Albedo. I've also identified multiple lacerations on his back... adding to the extreme malnourishment and signs of abuse..."
"Abuse...?" Galadriel's voice lingered in the air. Soon enough, everyone began to see the Demon Empress's power emanating from her. Albedo quickly hugged her as Pandora's Actor approached Galadriel and kneeled before her.
"My lady, we should find whoever did this... I promise you. But for now, focus on your son. He is not in the best shape to handle your power."
Pandora's Actor's words allowed Galadriel to calm down. It had been a long time since her emotions had taken control of her. But to hear her son was abused pushed Galadriel to the edge.
"What about that scar on his forehead?" Galadriel asked.
"It seems like some kind of curse, but don't worry, it won't be a problem for us. We can begin the healing process, removing all that is afflicting the prince."
"Do it, Pestonya," Galadriel whispered, feeling Albedo's arms encircle her as they both silently watched their son's body gradually transform back to its original state. The transformation was truly astonishing, as they marvelled at how drastically he had changed. Gone was the scrawny, dishevelled teenager with unruly dark hair and irritating glasses. Now, a strikingly tall and handsome young man lay in his place, exuding an air of haughtiness and elegance that clearly mirrored both of his beautiful mothers.
Ainz had developed well-defined muscles on his body, giving him an almost otherworldly allure that captivated everyone who laid eyes on him. Both Galadriel and Albedo knew that, to normal humans, their son would be quite sought after just because of his lustful allure.
"It appears he had inherited your succubus's traits," Galadriel chuckled softly. "But I guess he should be an incubus?"
"It seems that way, my love. I suppose we should have a conversation with him?" Albedo giggled, although their voices carried a hint of sadness as they recognised the extent of what they had missed. They hadn't been present for his initial steps, his first words, or his first day of school.
So many years ripped from them, so much pain. But it was all over.
"It is finished, my lady," Pestonya declared as they all observed the striking transformation of Ainz. His wings resembled Galadriel's, his horns mirrored Albedo's, and his long tail possessed the same distinct traits as Galadriel's.
"He looks like you a bit—a male version of you," Galadriel commented as Albedo hummed.
"He had your eyes, eyebrows, and those beautiful cheekbones."
After a few seconds, a small groan could be heard. It was Ainz, and he was slowly waking up.
Ainz felt like he had slept for years. Memories of dreams that he had before but could never remember came back to life. He realised that these memories were his own, and he had forgotten who he truly was. Part of him couldn't believe he had suffered from amnesia all this time. However, he couldn't deny the facts. It was what had happened to him.
It was a genuinely shameful thought that made him hiss in anger. Yet all was not lost to him. The moment Ainz opened his eyes, he stared at the faces of both his mothers.
"Mama," Ainz whispered, and soon he was enveloped by Galadriel's arms as she broke down.
"Ainz..."
Galadriel's voice trembled, choked with emotion, as she struggled to form words. Silence filled the air, punctuated only by the sound of their breaths. Suddenly, Galadriel's arms wrapped tightly around him, her lips pressing against his cheeks, leaving a faint trace of warmth while she simply cried on his shoulder. Ainz then realised how many years it had been for them. His parents, who did not forget about him, were forced to live in pain for years while he lived unaware of it all.
Ainz's guilt soon transformed into a rage, as the ones responsible for all of this had made his mother cry in pain all this time.
And they would pay for it, but for now, Ainz could only hug his mother back.
"I'm here, and I am not going nowhere."
It took almost an hour for Galadriel and Albedo to get a hold of themselves, especially Galadriel, who clearly had some trauma from Ainz's simply disappearing again. But when she finally calmed down enough to ask what happened that day.
Ainz told them all he could remember and all that had happened since then. All of it, and when he came to the part of his human family—the ones who had taken care of him—the reaction was what he expected.
"I'll kill them," Galadriel whispered. "No, death is too good for them."
Ainz leaned on his chair as he was now being fed by Nazarick's sou chefs, and he could only moan in pleasure at the fact he was eating something good for the first time in his life. "I shall take great pleasure knowing they would be in the hands of Neuronist," Ainz whispered, showcasing his demonic side in full swing now.
The memories of his human self filled him with such disgust that he developed a deep hatred for them. If he had possessed all of his memories earlier, he would have made better choices and embarked on his search for Nazarick sooner. However, in the present moment, all he could do was heave a sigh of contempt as he observed his mother eating next to him.
"Still, I am unsure of what happened that day. And there are so many questions. How could someone, a human nonetheless, use a world item? And why was the world item in that world?" Ainz's questions did not fall on deaf ears as they all began to ponder the same.
"That's true. There are a lot of questions, especially about how someone could take you," Albedo muttered.
"The question at hand is what we should do next. It seems that this world item is somehow linked to another world—a completely new one. Moreover, the individuals who are accountable for our prince's disappearance are present there," Pandora's Actor declared. Now, everyone contemplated the prospect of dominating a fresh realm. However, for Galadriel, Albedo, and Ainz, it held a deeper significance—it was primarily about seeking revenge, with the conquest of a new world serving as an added bonus.
"My dear," Galadriel said, turning to Ainz and holding his hand. "What do you want to do?" Galadriel asked. Her golden eyes were filled with rage and hatred, and the same could be said about Ainz's own eyes.
"Mother, we lost so much time together. I want nothing more but to make those responsible for this pay. But before that... can we... can we just spend a bit together?"
Galadriel's face lit up with joy as she realised that revenge could wait; now, she wanted to be with her son. "Of course, my dear."
A whole week has passed without any sight of Harry Potter. He had mysteriously disappeared from the school, leaving everyone puzzled at the fact that he had simply left. Despite their efforts, no one could track him down. The absence of Harry fueled various hurtful rumours, with some suggesting that he was too afraid to participate in a competition. Others said that he got cold feet and was too much of a coward to accept that he had entered the tournament. Dumbledore, feeling a sense of unease, had exhausted all his resources and tactics in the search for Harry, but to no avail.
However, Hermione appeared to be the only person completely devastated by Harry's disappearance. She had searched for him everywhere, even using Hedwig to help her, but nothing worked. It was as if he simply ceased to exist. She sat alone in the great hall, feeling no hunger at all.
"Harry, where are you?" Hermione whispered as she noticed how the school ignored Harry's disappearance. It was dinner, and all the school was excited for tomorrow's first task—all but her.
However, before long, the doors swung open, revealing a tall, young teen. He possessed impeccably styled, dark hair that seemed almost unreal in its perfection. Walking with an air of dignity and an air of arrogance, he commanded attention. Yet, there was more to him than met the eye. This extraordinary individual possessed features that defied human norms. Two massive wings, dark as night, adorned his back while majestic horns and a shimmering diamond tail completed his otherworldly appearance.
Everyone was stunned and utterly confused about who this being was. Yet, when Hermione saw his face, she recognised him. His eyes were not green anymore, but she would never forget her best friend's face.
"Harry...?" Hermione whispered.
Harry glanced at her as he passed and simply smirked. "Not anymore, my dear," he replied. His voice was seductive and soothing, making every female sitting at Gryffindor's table blush immediately.
However, as he walked towards the table where all the teachers were sitting, Dumbledore stood up quickly.
"Harry..."
"Professor Dumbledore," he sneered. "You have a lot to explain."
Dumbledore looked around and could sense people staring at him.
"Dumbledore, what's the meaning of this? Who is this... person?" Barty asked.
"He is Harry Potter," Dumbledore quickly replied, and everyone was shocked to hear that.
Ainz was on the verge of replying, but his words were rendered unnecessary as a woman of extraordinary beauty made her entrance into the grand hall.
"His name is not Harry Potter. It's Ainz Melkor, Prince and Heir of the Throne of the Nazarick and my son... and you told him from me."
Galadriel declared, and her sole presence made students shiver in fear, as the Demon Empress's aura was enough to push people to the ground; some passed down, and others began to cry in fear at the raw feeling of anger emanating from her.
Dumbledore's eyes widened as he panicked. "I am not sure of what's going on. But I assure you this is a misunderstanding... I-"
"Silence," Galadriel spoke, her voice laced with anger. "I have not given you permission to speak to me, human. You will only speak when I instruct it."
"Now, all of you... kneel."
Galadriel's voice echoed in the room, and everyone who had not passed out in fear quickly fell to the ground, their foreheads kissing the floor as if the air itself was bowing to Galadriel.
"For fourteen years, you kept my son from me. For fourteen long years, your life has been forfeited, human. All those who knew what you did will pay the price."
Dumbledore could not speak; he had never felt so much raw magical power emanating from a person. Not even Voldemort had this amount of power.
"Y-you must understand! Voldemort-! A prophecy!"
"Ah, the little weak dark lord? We have already taken care of him and his Horcrux, which allows him to be immortal. It took us a few hours."
Galadriel scoffs. It was pathetic that Demiurge and Pandora's Actor could locate the supposed "Most powerful Dark Lord in history" in an hour. The Dragon Lords put up more of a challenge than this wizard.
No, comparing the Dragon Lords to this pathetic excuse of a wizard is an insult to them. They, at least, were a true challenge.
Galadriel remembered when Pandora's Actor brought that strange fetus-looking wizard and how he threatened them with death and pain if they didn't free him. Neuronist took an hour to extract all the information from Voldemort, which she thought was pathetic. But the Dark Lord was gone.
"W-what?!" A strange-looking fellow with a strange eye yelled. "It-It can be! The Dark Lord is-!"
Galadriel raised her hand lazily, and with a mere flick of her wrist, a beam of light shot out, causing Moody's body to explode instantly.
"Annoying," that's all Galadriel said as Ainz simply looked amused. "Who was that human?"
"It was Professor Moody," Ainz whispered. "I guess he is... was the double agent."
"I see... it appears we have a lot of cleaning to do," Galadriel said, and soon enough, she stared at all of the people in the great hall. "My dear, are you sure you want to stay here?"
"I had some business to attend, after all, Mother," Ainz replied, smiling. "Besides, you had a lot to do with the Ministry of Magic."
"I do, but before that," Galadriel then pointed at Dumbledore and sneered at him. "You will come with me."
Dumbledore paled, but he realised that no one could help him.
Due to the Ministry of Magic being swiftly seized by Nazarick's forces, it was inevitable that the Triwizard tournament had to be cancelled. In a matter of days, the International Confederation of Wizards fell under their control as well.
It was a swift and seamless takeover effortlessly executed by the formidable forces of Nazarick. Although it was mostly the Guardians who easily took over, they did not need an army at all. After all, they were all experienced in conquering nations by now. But the entire Wizarding World was now let to face what absurdity Nazarick was.
And they were just beginning, after all; there was a world out there still left to conquer, and it was one that Galadriel was quite excited to conquer.
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.