This Won't End Well
I get bored easily. Thats a simple fact and I often find myself coming up with stupid ideas to pass the time and maybe hit on something that I could write. So, when a friend came up with a Challenge that was right up my alley, I jumped at the chance and even dipped into some other areas for ideas for a silly, but fun, story. Unfortunately, I wasn't the only one who was bored. Now I have the unenviable task of fixing a world gone to shit. Oh well, at least its not Worm.
As I'm starting this, I just got back from the HP studio tour and I have to say, it was well worth it. Great day out, really interesting and great for inspiring me. I really should have taken my laptop. Oh well, I'm back so lets see what I can come up with. Enjoy!
Chapter 2
The day everything started falling apart for Dumbledore started off fairly well. Breakfast was excellent, all of the Wards and Blocks keeping Harry weak were operating at full capacity and the Greater Good was safe in his hands. To bad he didn't do more than glance at the many instruments keeping an eye on Harry or he might not have missed the fact that many of them weren't spinning as quickly as they should have been.
There was a slight dip in Dumbledores good mood when he received a notice that Harry had changed his electives from Care and Divination to Runes, Arithmancy and Care, but that was relatively simple to fix. It wouldn't do for Harry to actually learn anything useful to fight with after all and he needed to understand Divination to accept the Prophecy!
With that fire extinguished, he turned his attention back to planning how best to get Harry with Ginny. The fact that neither of the children had actually shown much interest in each other (other some fangirling on Ginny's part) and barely knew each other didn't even cross his mind. He was Albus Dumbledore after all! Everyone knew that he knew best and besides, everyone knew that Potters liked redheads.
He was just finishing composing a letter to Molly Weasley suggesting that a little Love Potion could be used to get Harry and Ginny together when a large owl flew in through the open window. He frowned. While he did occasionally get letter outside of the normal breakfast rush, he recognized the owl as being the type Gringotts used. What could the Goblins want? He caught the letter the owl dropped, ignoring the bird as it turned around and flew right back out as he opened the envelope and pulled the letter out. A moment later, he went white as he saw it was a summon to the reading of the Potter Will.
"No!" he breathed and jumped to his feet, apperating to Diagon Alley.
He could not allow that reading to happen! Barely a second after he left, every single instrument in the room let out alarms and went dead. On his shelf, the Sorting Hat tilted his point to one side.
"Huh, I guess Harry-boys managed to shrug off the old geezers strings," he said, "Good on him, eh Fawkes?"
The Phoenix trilled and took a pull on the bottle of lighter fluid he had in his claw.
By the time I left the Bank after going through the Rituals required to strip away the Blocks that had been restraining my Magic, I was walking more than a little funny. The Rituals had HURT and I was still feeling the after affects, not helped in the least by the fact it seemed my Metamorph powers had apparently only been partly released, meaning that my control over that particular power was now shot. It wouldn't take much to send my hair and eyes into a crazy kaleidoscope of colours, but for now, I was managing to keep it as red. My magical control was also shot, but Leanan was nice enough to provide me with material with suggestions on how to regain control over both abilities. Apparently Metamorphs were a lot more common among Goblins, so they had more material.
As I limped out of the bank, I was nearly knocked over as a mauve and white blur shot past me into the bank. I regained my balance and was rather amused to see that it was Dumbledore, probably out to attempt to put out one of the fires I'd made for him. I couldn't help but snicker at the fact he had not looked at me twice, despite the fact all I'd changed was my hair and eye colour. Shaking my head, I headed back towards the Cauldron to pick up my list and get my books.
By the time I got back to the pub, Hedwig was back with a confirmation letter from Professor Mcgonagall about getting my elective changed and a new booklist for what I needed. There was also a little note about being pleased that I wasn't taking Divination anymore which had me smiling.
"Hey Padfoot, you up for a walk?" I asked the Animagus who had been napping on the bed.
He barked and trotted over to my side. I grinned and grabbed my book list.
With list in hand and a big bag of gold from my Vault in my pocket, I headed off into the alley with Padfoot at my heels, whistling a jaunty tune as I went to stock up on supplies. I started by restocking my Potions supplies, before heading to Madam Malkins to buy some new Robes since mine no longer fit. I made a mental note to head out into the Muggle world for an entirely new wardrobe later. I'd also need to see about picking up some Muggle books while I was at it.
Speaking of books, my last stop was at Flourish and Blotts where I got my required books and, after a curious flip through of my Runes and Arithmancy texts, went a little mad on getting everything I could on them, along with a number of esoteric books on spells not taught in the Hogwarts silibus, Bestiaries, politics, history and everything else you can think of that could potentially give me an edge.
It was then when I met someone I wasn't expecting. I was just reaching for another book when another hand tried to grab it at the same time. The hands owner was a pretty girl who looked about my age with aristocratic features, light blue eyes and long, flaxen hair kept back with a headband. She was wearing light, summer robes in a rather nice shade of purple, indicating that she was likely a pureblood.
I tilted my head slightly, trying to place her because she was causing the memories from Harry to act up. It took a moment, but I eventually recognized her as Pansy Parkinson, which was more than a little supring for obvious reasons. Guess we can assume that either Harry isn't the best narrator or this world is a little different. Probably a bit of both in all honesty.
"Ah, sorry about that," I said, picking up the book we were both reaching for, "Here."
What? She might be a Slytherin, but I wasn't so petty as to assume that everyone in that house is a horrible person. Besides, we were KIDS, barely even 13 in most cases. The idea that she was doing anything but spouting nonsense learnt from her parents was laughable.
"Thank you," said Pansy with a slight bow as she took the offered book.
"Your taking Runes?" I asked, noting that the book was a basic Rune dictionary.
"Yes, my Mother wanted me to do so," she said, "Do you go to Hogwarts? I don't recognize you."
I smiled.
"Oh, I tend to...blend into the background whenever possible."
Pansy raised an eyebrow and eyed my bright red hair.
"I'm good at blending in," I said.
"Clearly," said the Slytherin girl dryly, "So, why are you taking Runes?"
My eyes immediately lit up.
"Because their so damn fascinating!" I said, "Them and Arithmancy! Magics great and you can do a lot, but Runes makes things permanent and Arithmancy doesn't just settled on 'because Magic', but instead anchors it in reality and explains why. Combine the two and, well, I don't even know if there'd be any limits to what you can pull off!"
I caught the expression on Pansys face and blushed.
"Um, sorry," I said sheepishly, "I guess I'm already obsessed with them…"
Pansy shook her head.
"No, its fine," she said, "I'm the same with Charms."
I smiled and glanced at my watch.
"Well, I'm sorry to cut this short, but I gotta run," I said, "See ya Pansy!"
I grabbed another copy of the rune dictionary and jogged off to pay for the books and rejoin Padfoot, who was waiting outside. Very few shops would let a dog in after all. He didn't seem to mind though and seemed to be making the most of his situation by trying to look up attractive Witches skirts.
With my school shopping done, I hit some of the shops off the beaten path. Diagon Alley was far more extensive than just the main street, that was just where most of the well known shops were located. I found a fair few interesting books and nicknacks I bought on a whim, although I wasn't entirely sure what I'd end up doing with them. Padfoot was a pretty good guide, showing me all sorts of interesting shops without making it obvious he was showing them to me. If I hadn't known his true identity, I wouldn't have guessed he was more than a curious dog.
With my shopping done, I headed back to my room at the Cauldron, unloaded my stuff and started planning what I'd do for the rest of the holidays. Mostly, it would be studying, getting the homework the original Harry hadn't done done, with a break somewhere in there to visit the Muggle world and get a new wardrobe.
Since it was something completely new to me, I decided that I'd start with reading through the book on Metamorphs Leanan had given me. By the time I was done, I was practically cackling in glee. While Human and Goblin Metamorphs were different, there was enough crossover for me to get a decent idea of what I was capable of and it was GLORIOUS! There was practically no limit to how a Metamorph could manipulate their body, even increasing their body mass wasn't that big of a deal. The only limiting factors was the amount of Magic the user had and the fact that one had to understand what they were creating. Normally, that was fine because they'd just be changing surface details, but if I understood how an electric fish generates and stores its electricity, it was entirely possible to give myself inbuilt tasers. Or create claws or fangs containing toxins from all over the animal kingdom, solid armour plates, dense and powerful muscles or even do a complete overhaul of my respiratory, digestive and nervous systems to make them more efficient.
In short, it was overpowered as fuck!
The only real limitation was that it couldn't create inorganic substances, so no metal claws for me. That was fine however because there were plenty of organic substances that would work fine. Like carbon fibers for example. Oh, and increasing or decreasing ones size wasn't recommend due to the fact it would expend a lot more magic than simply modifying whats already there, but it was still entirely possible.
With that in mind, I pushed up my visit to the Muggle world and bought a massive number of biology and chemistry books so I could learn how to create the natural weapons I fully intended to make full use of, along with some engineering books so I could see if I couldn't figure out a way to create natural drills or something.
The day before the Will Reading, something rather interesting happened. And by interesting, I met the someone I really wasn't expecting.
The day started out like all the others, with breakfast in the Cauldron, followed by heading out to find somewhere to sit and enjoy the nice day. Like I said before, Diagon alley was a lot more extensive than shown and included in that was a few seating areas, including a Magical Park (which wasn't that different from a Muggle one) and a memorial dedicated to those who fell during the war with Grindelwald. I'd found a particularly nice one with flower beds around a fountain and a large oak tree which was great for climbing. I think it was also a wand tree because I'd seen Ollivander out and about on occasion, taking clippings and branches from the ancient oak.
Currently, I was lounging beneath the branches, practicing with my Metamorph powers. I was currently working on a set of claws with built in electric cells I'd put a lot of work into building so they were as powerful as tasers, practicing shifting my hand into them and back again as quickly as possible. One of the best elements of Metamorph powers was that I only had to develop a form once and it would be 'saved' in such a way I could bring it out in one go, rather than focus on recreating it from scratch. Currently, bringing out my claws made my hand turned black and my fingernails extend into short, but extremely sharp blades. The reason for the colour change was that I massively increased the amount of carbon in my skin, making it incredibly hard and to better conduct the electricity. I intended to figure out a way to channel the electricity through my entire body at some point, preferably without having to turn into a copy of Greed.
I was also working on a varent with poison sacs and much longer claws that were closer to the ones from Prototype, but I was having trouble due to the fact that my blood still contained Basilisk Venom and it was affecting the poisons I created. Hell, one of the first things I created was a set of claws with venom sacs that contained said venom, which I discovered after I accidentally made a small cut in the table which started to dissolve. The damn stuff was incredibly corrosive, on top of being lethal to virtually everything. That was great, it meant I had an absolutely lethal weapon available to me, but I didn't just want something instantly lethal. I wanted to make poisons that would just take out my opponents in the event I didn't want them dead.
I sighed and turned my hand back to normal, absently shaking it out as I got to my feet. Using my Metamorph power didn't hurt, but extensive and quick transformation, especially over a short time, had a tendency of making me itch, a feeling much like pins and needles.
I was just trying to decide whether I should head into the Muggle world for lunch or go to Fortescue's, which served more than just ice cream, when a familiar voice from down an alley made me pause. It was a little odd because I'd never heard the voice in my life, instead it came from the memories I'd inherited from the old Harry. I looked down the alley and scowled when I saw Malfoy and his bookends blocking the path of a short figure with black hair.
I hesitated for a moment, before starting down the alley towards the standoff. Hey, I'd have to meet Draco eventually, why not now? As an added bonus, I could get a new friend out of the deal! I was momentarily tempted to jab the little idiot in the back with a set of electrically charged claws, but that would be a bit of an overkill for dealing with a moron like Malfoy. I did put a hand behind my back and transform it though, just in case.
"Oh wow, how brave," I drawled as I approached, "Three against one. I guess its true what they say about Purebloods."
My voice was full of enough sarchasm to even penetrate Rons thick skull. It was certainly enough for Malfoy to notice as he spun around and glared at me.
"Who do you think you are!?" he snarled, "Do you know who I am?!"
"Do you know who I am?" I shot back.
Malfoy looked a little taken aback by that, but quickly rallied.
"I am the Heir to House Malfoy!" he yelled.
"I fail to see what your name has to do with anything when your being a twat," I said blandly.
"Why you little…" snarled Malfoy, whipping out his wand and pointing it at me.
I raised an eyebrow, not really that intimidated by the shaking focus.
"And here I thought we weren't supposed to use Magic outside of school," I drawled.
"Shows what you know Mudblood," he sneered, "I'm a Malfoy, I can use Magic whenever I want!"
I sighed.
"And that right there is the biggest problem with this world," I said, "Money and blood matter more than skill and integraty. Oh well."
I grinned suddenly.
"Hey, have you ever heard of a Taser?" I asked.
Malfoy blinked.
"Huh?"
"Guess not," I said, "Oh well, thats not really that much of a shock."
With that, I whipped my transformed hand around and jabbed it into Malfoys side. There was a loud crack and the blond collapsed, his hair on end and his muscles spasming. His two thugs jumped at the sudden attack, but before they could react, the girl they'd been harrassing grabbed them by the sides of the head and, in an impressive display of strength for one so small, cracked their heads together. I tilted my head on one side.
"Huh, guess you didn't need help after all," I said.
"No, but it was appreciated anyway," she said, her voice flat and a little emotionless.
It took a moment, but I quickly realized it was the girl who had been in front of me at the bank the other day. She gave a short bow.
"Thank you," she said.
"Eh, beating up idiots like Malfoy is always a pleasure," I said, "So, might I know the name of the pretty lady?"
Man, just where was all this confidence coming from? I mean, canon Harry wasn't exactly known for being outgoing and I'm not much better. Oh well, not complaining.
The girls cheeks pinked everso slightly.
"Su Li," she said.
Well, that was a tad unexpected. She looked too short to be a Third Year and I didn't recognize her. Then again, she was a Ravenclaw and seemed like the type to disappear into the background. I smiled.
"Nice to meet you," I said, "I'm Harry Potter. Yes, I know I don't look it, but I'm apparently a Metamorph."
To prove it, I turned my hair bright green and my eyes fluorescent pink. What happened next was rather unexpected. Rather than any reaction you'd expect, Su's expression went even blanker (if such a thing was possible) and she stiffened.
"My apologies," she said with a respectful bow, "I must be going."
She turned and vanished out of the alley before I could respond.
"Um, what was that all about?" I muttered.
The next day saw me getting up bright and early and getting dressed in some of the formal robes I'd picked up from Twilfitt and Tatting's. The shop was rather expensive, but did excellent work for upmarket robes for formal events. Since I was the heir to a fair number of old and powerful Families, I figured I should at least try to look the part. The robes in question were black with a deep crimson trim that matched my favored hair colour and made me look a lot like Sirzechs from DXD. And no, that totally wasn't intentional.
I was met in the bank lobby by Leanan, who looked me up and down with a rather worrying gleam in her eye.
"Lookin good kid," she said, "You clean up good."
She glanced at Padfoot, who had decided to accompany me after spending most of his time lounging in the Leaky Cauldron's main room, begging scraps of the customers while I was out doing my own thing, and nodded in greeting. Yeah, I'm pretty sure she knew who he was.
I sighed.
"Yes yes, horny goblins are horny," I said, "So, how much trouble has Dumbledore been making since he came charging in?"
Leanan smirked.
"Oh, no trouble at all," she said, "We've just been letting him dig a deeper hole for himself, and lead us right to those in the Bank who were helping him keep you in the dark about your heritage. They have been...dealt with."
I tilted my head on one side.
"Executed?"
Leanan gave me a funny look.
"Of course not, we're not savages!" she said, "They've been reassigned to the Dragon Pens. On dung duty."
I thought back to the book on Dragons I'd got (what? Dragons are cool!) and paled. It might not surprise you to hear that Dragons produce a lot of shit, which is always hot enough to scald when it is first...dumped. It also has to be collected while its still hot in order to be treated and turned into fertilizer, which meant that the job of collecting it was as dangerous as it was unpleasant. Especially when you consider how territorial Dragons could be and the fact the stuff was often collected while the Dragon was still in its pen. That meant that occasionally people moved in before the dragon was done, leading to them being buried in burning dragon shit.
"Fair enough," I said, "So, shall we?"
"Right this way Mr Potter," said Leanan, leading me through a door and down a hallway.
It took less than a minute to reach our destination, a pair of double doors emblazoned with a Phoenix with a scroll in one claw and a quill in the other.
"Huh, I expected that to take longer," I said.
"Goblin friends get to avoid being taken the long way round," said Leanan, "Everyone else would take a full half an hour to reach the room."
I snorted as I followed her inside. The more I learnt about the Goblins the more I liked them.
Anyway, the room I'd been led to was fairly large, with a raised dais with a podium at one end and rows of chairs set up, some of which were already occupied. I quickly recognized Remus Lupin sitting at the back and trying to look inconspicuous, as well as Dumbledore sitting near the front and...was he pouting? Well, thats...odd. Also present was a small family that was probably the Tonks' considering that one of them was a young woman in punk clothes with spiky pink hair, an attractive woman with red hair pulled into a severe bun in red Auror robes accompanied by a red-headed girl who looked my age I quickly recognized as Susan Bones (mostly because Harry took notice of her impressive bust for her age. Horny brat), which made the woman Amelia Bones, Neville and his Grandma and, much to my surprise, the Malfoys. Draco and Lucius were both flushed and out of breath, but Narcissa looked much more composed. She was also not what I expected.
For one thing, she lacked the expression that she had something foul smelling under her nose, instead appearing almost...nervous? Why would she be nervous? More to the point, why were they here? Oh, and Draco went purple when he saw my entrance and started whispering to his Father. As he did, Narcissa gave look of long suffering annoyance. Hmm, I'm starting to think that maybe there was trouble in Paradise and Lucius might be losing his connection to the Blacks as soon as Sirius was exonerated.
Suddenly, I was distracted from my thoughts on the Malfoys when the doors opened again and another family entered. To my surprise, it was Su and two adults who could only be her Parents. Her Father wasn't to impressive, although his robes were high quality and he had an air about him that I quickly noted indicated that he was not one to take lightly. Her mother on the other hand was a lot more eye catching, mainly because she was Japanese, not Chinese, and was wearing an expensive looking Kimono decorated with dogs of all things and had a katana tucked into her obi. All three of them were carefully controlled, although I did note that Mrs Li had her hands clenched extremely tightly.
Before I could think any more on that, Leanan clapped her hands, drawing everyones attention to her.
"Alright now that everyone's here, we can begin," she said.
There was some general muttering as everyone not sitting found seats and Leanan walked up to the front of the room and placed an orb on the pedestal. However, before she could start the apparent playback, Dumbledore decided to stand up.
"I must protest!" he said, "I…"
"Sit down and shut up," snapped Leanan, cutting him off, "You have been permitted to stay ONLY because you were the witness, but if you continue to disrupt the reading, I will have you removed."
Dumbledore went red, before he sat down with a growl.
"Thank you," said Leanan, "Now, lets begin."
She prodded something on the pedestal and the orb began to glow.
I, James Charlus Potter, being sound of body and mind, bequeath all of my personal belongings and moneys, other than a few personal bequests, to my wife, Lily Marie Potter. Should she proceed me to death, all of the above will instead go to my son, Harry. Should the unthinkable happen and Harry also predecease me, the Potter fortune is to be gifted to the Goblins of the Sidhe Clan for they have been dear friends for as long as the Potter Family has existed.
And now, onto the personal gifts.
To my dear friend and blood brother, Sirius Black, I gift to you 200,000 Galleon and the Potter Holiday home in Brighton. I know how much you loved the place Padfoot and I hope that you and whatever woman manages to tame you can call it home for a long time to come.
To Remus John Lupin, I offer my sincerest apologies and gift you 200,000 Galleon and the Potter Cottage in Dartmoor. It has already been installed with a Werewolf cage and a lifetime supply of Wolfsbane. Again, I am sorry Moony, I never should have doubted you.
To Peter Edmund Pettigrew, if I died of natural causes, I leave you a further 200,000 Galleon and my notes on picking up chicks. God knows you need it. However, should I have died at Voldemorts hand, I name you a Traitor, strip you of your place in the Marauders and demand your arrest! You who I trusted enough to make the Secret Keeper of my home and location of my family. May you rot in whatever hell you find yourself in.
And now I hand this over to dear Lily-flower. Enjoy!
Don't call me that James! Oh, never mind, I, Lily Marie Potter, being sound of body and mind, bequeath all of my personal belongings and moneys, other than a few personal bequests, to my Husband, James Charlus Potter. Should he proceed me to death, all of the above will instead go to my son, Harry. Should the unthinkable happen and Harry also predecease me, the Potter fortune is to be gifted to the Goblins of the Sidhe Clan for they have been dear friends for as long as the Potter Family has existed, as well as being great personal friends.
To Amelia Carol Bones, I leave my Toybox, may it let you keep those good memories alive and help you snag Sirius. I know you have your eyes on him!
I am SO glad I wasn't drinking then or I'd have spat it out in an epic spit-take. I shot a look over at the Director of the DWME and saw that the formidable woman was blushing brightly and squirming in her seat as all eyes turned to her. Beside me, Padfoot seemed to be blushing under his fur. Unfortunately, that wasn't the end of it.
To Cissy and Andi, I leave some memories of a happier time. Be happy ladies, you deserve it~. Oh, and I'm sorry if I caused you and Ted problems Andi.
Oooh god, this is gonna be a thing isn't it? Still, I have to admit, the idea of Lily and the Black sisters together was...NO, BAD THOUGHTS! Also, what did she mean problems?
I glanced over at where the Tonks were sitting and saw that Andromeda looked as embarrassed as Amelia, but was smiling as Ted hugged her close. Nym just looked confused. I shrugged and glanced over at the Malfoys. Narcissa was squirming in her seat, bright red and deliberately not looking at her husband and son as they stared at her, aghast.
I snickered at the looks on their faces and turned back to the front as the will continued.
To Alice Kathryne Longbottom, I leave the contents of my wardrobe. Who knows, you might find some use for them with Frank and Neville!
I dropped my face into my hands as a rather high pitched squeaking sound came from where Neville was sitting. I didn't think that she meant THAT, but considering what I'd learnt about Lily recently, I wouldn't put it past her.
Finally, to Yuki Li, I leave my sincerest apologies. I had no idea just what me turning you away would do to you and your family. I truly wish that I could apologize in person, but if you're hearing this, its likely to late. Still, I can at least do this much. Ahem, I, Lily Marie Potter, hereby rescind any and all orders given to Yuki Li and release her from her bonds to me and mine. Go and be free.
There was the sound of a sigh.
Again, I am sorry Yuki.
I glanced over at where the Lis were sitting and saw that Mrs Li was biting her lip with tears in her eyes.
"Oh Lily, thats not how it works," she muttered, "A life for a life...the debt still needs to be payed."
She glanced at me and saw me watching her. Our eyes met and she nodded slightly. I frowned. What was that all about?
I quickly turned back to the front as the Will started up again.
Now thats done, lets get onto the more important stuff. Should both James and I die, our son is to be left with one of the following people:
Frances Albert Longbottom and his wife, Alice Kathryn Longbottom. They are our dear friends and Alice is Harry's Godmother. I'm certain that Harry and Neville would be great Brothers.
Sirius Orion Black, Harry's Sworn Godfather. While I do feel that he is a tad irresponsable at the moment, I have no doubt that he will make an excellent Father for Harry. Besides, he would have Remus to help. Sorry we can't leave you as a possible guardian Remy, but you know what the Ministry is like.
Amelia Carol Bones. One of my best friends at school. I know that she is currently caring for her niece, but Harry and Susan were great friends as babies and so adorable together.
Andromeda Ursula Tonks and Theodore Henry Tonks. More dear and trusted friends with a daughter of their own. I'm sure raising two Metamorphs will be a tough job, but Andi's more than up for it.
Under NO circumstances is Harry to be left with my Sister. She despises Magic and me and I wouldn't put it past her to simply drown my son.
Should none of the above be available, Harry is to be placed with a Wizarding Family who has never had ANY connection with the Death Eaters, even if they claim the Imperious Curse. Whoever raises Harry is to receive a 10,000 Galleon stipend for his upkeep.
Harry, if your hearing this, know that we love you more than life itself. Be good, grow up well and never allow anyone to tell you who or what to be!
What your Mother said son. Hell, if your anything like her, I know you'll enjoy life to the fullest.
Will witnessed by Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore.
For a moment, everything was silent, before Amelia Bones slowly turned her head to glare at Dumbledore.
"Albus, I think you have some explaining to do," she growled.
And done. Well, that was certainly fun. I think Dumbledores in trouble!
Hes also delusional and his Phoenix is an alcoholic.
Incidentally, yes, most of those are indeed what you think they are, other than what she left Alice. Oh, some of the costumes are indeed for the bedroom, but it was mostly for Cosplay.
But yes, she was the one who did most of the bedding, despite James' reputation as a man-whore. Incidentally, most of her conquests were women.
So, I'm sure that some people are wondering just who I intend to have Harry hook up with, so heres the list: Hermione Granger, Su Li, Susan Bones, Pansy Parkinson, Gabrielle Delacour and Tonks, although that last one isnt set in stone. I've actually got another idea I could use for her that I've already hinted at in this chapter. Then again, that wouldn't stop some people on this site, so I might combine the two.
Hmm, I wonder whats up with the Li family? Could it be I have some plans for them? No shit, although I would be interested in seeing if anyone can come up with what I have in mind. Heres a clue, I was actually inspired for the idea by a Wesen from Grimm. They aren't Wesen though, just to be clear.
Yeahh, Metamorphs are OP.
And with that, I'm done. Don't forget to leave a review!