What If… Harry Potter Wasn't Harry Potter?

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Overhaul136: I appreciate your generous words and loving support;

Jostanos: You mean it isn't obvious? Shame, my friends, really shameful;

Dennisud: Or maybe I'm attempting to remake the lovely insufferable know-it-all into something truly terrifying…like Stephen's version of a certain devoted psychopath with a love for the Cruciatus curse and killing dog stars;

WIHP

ALSO:

I just have to LAUGH at something I'd like to share with you.

Over the past day, or so, I received no less than FOURTEEN Guest reviews that I was able to moderate before they wound up on my review board – at which point, I would have only deleted them, anyway…why?

Because they were ALL guest reviews to my works insinuating I was using AI to write my work…I mean, seriously?

Can't you trolls take a hint?

I DO NOT EVEN KNOW HOW TO USE THESE SO-CALLED AI PROGRAMS YOU'RE ACCUSING ME OF!

So, despite your best efforts to knock me down, I'm only rising higher.

Just because you have no talent or willingness to make me eat my words by writing your own, obviously, Tolkein-or-King-worthy epic saga, you try and put down not only my work, but that of many others, including, just to name a few…

Quatermass

Vikrant Utekar

JustBored21

And probably many others.

But, as my own stories, and the updates by my friends and favourite tales indicates, we're NOT budging or letting you get us down.

So, seriously, just STOP because you're not winning anything; if anything, you're just wasting the energy it's obviously taking to type those so-called reviews in the first place – OBVIOUSLY USING YOUR OWN AI TO DO IT, I MEAN, HOW ELSE DO YOU EXPLAIN THE FACT THEY ALL SAY THE SAME THING?

Anyway, glad I got that off my chest.

Now, on with the story…

WIHP

"Who are you, sir? Are…are you my Master?"

'Success!' thought Stephen, smiling with apparent fondness as he nodded, holding out his hand to the girl.

"Indeed I am, my dear Mia; come on, up you get. You're such a clumsy thing, but, don't worry, Master forgives you for your stupidity…this time."

"Yes Master," said the brunette, taking his hand.

Before Stephen could say anything else, however, another voice cut him off;

"Well…now there's something I didn't expect to see at Hogwarts…"

4th Thing: Master and Servant

Given what he'd seen and learned over his ten years in his new lifetime, Stephen was a little surprised to hear such a sense of delight, if not a sense of approval from a fellow classmate.

Turning to the door, and the voice that had broken through his act, Stephen found himself looking at a blond-haired boy, who was flanked by two curious, if not surprised-looking human/gorilla hybrids – or so they looked to Stephen – while the blond had his arms folded and a smug, interested look on his face as he looked at Stephen and the Strange Supreme's new pet.

Frowning at the sense of approval he heard in the voice, Stephen asked, "Excuse me? What do you mean?"

"I was talking about this, friend," said the blond, a slight drawl lacing his words as he gestured for the two larger boys to leave; when they did so, the blond indicated the compartment as he asked, "Do you mind if I join you? I don't think the rabble would be interested, if not accepting of what I've just seen and heard…don't worry about the boys. They know better than to go against my wishes, much less those of my Father."

'Ah, a pampered prince who believes himself the centre of the universe,' thought Stephen, snorting in amusement before he nodded. "Why not? I suppose it would be interesting to chat with a mutually-approving soul; well? What are you waiting for, Mia? Move aside; you're blocking my guest's access to my compartment."

"I'm sorry, Master," said the apparently now-named Mia, scuttling aside like a dog scampering to its kennel; to Stephen's amusement, she actually managed to hunch down under the seat on one side of the compartment, where she bowed her head and didn't move.

"That's better," said Stephen, sitting over Mia's bowed head, intentionally placing his legs in such a position that she was almost hidden from view, before he gestured to the seat opposite as he looked up at the blond. "Please…join me."

"Thank you," said the blond, closing the door behind him, his grey eyes filled with the same glint of amusement that Stephen had heard in his voice as he took a seat opposite the emerald-eyed sorcerer. "As for what I meant earlier, I was referring to the fact that someone out there is actually willing to put the rabble in their place…let me guess: she's a Mudblood?"

"Of course," replied Stephen, recalling the word from his absorbed ex-parents, and how it was a cuss word used for first-generation magic users.

"Yes, I suppose it's an obvious question and answer," agreed the blond, before he extended a hand to Stephen, "On that note, it is a pleasure to meet such a like-minded soul: my name is Draco Malfoy, Heir of House Malfoy and Black, and son of Lord Lucius Malfoy."

Taking the hand, Stephen smirked as he replied, "A pleasure, Heir Malfoy: my name is Harry Potter, Heir of House Potter and son of the late Lord James and Lady Lily Potter…oh, and I'm also known as the Boy-Who-Lived, not that such things matter to me."

Draco blanched.

Stephen, meanwhile, snorted amusingly, "Weren't expecting that, were you? Also, regarding my pet, not only is it something that I've gladly put in its place, but it also happens to be something that is both useful and expendable to me, much like all pathetically-naïve, weak-willed Mudbloods, wouldn't you agree, Draco?"

"I…well…wow," whispered Draco, rubbing the back of his neck before he laughed, "I confess, you're right that I never would have guessed that you were…you know…the Harry Potter. But, on top of that, I mean…given your…your Mother's lineage, I…I'm surprised to hear you freely use the term of Mudblood for…for people like her."

"She's dead, I'm not, and she isn't about to come back and tell me off for saying something about others like her," argued Stephen, earning a soft laugh from Draco as he nodded in mutual agreement.

"Touché."

"So," asked Stephen, looking now to Draco with a mixture of amusement and curiosity, "Now you know, and now you know about my pet, what are you going to do? Report me to the so-called higher powers around here? What? Are they going to give me detentions and make me write lines just for putting my lesser in their rightful place?"

"If it were anyone else you were talking to, my answer would probably be yes," laughed Draco, before he gestured to Mia, who seemed content to stay quiet, unwilling to disturb her Master, or his guest. "But given that I was raised in the sort of life where things like that are rightfully put at the feet of their betters, I suppose the only thing I can promise is that, if you do get into trouble for having a…a pet in a filthy Mudblood, it won't be because I'm the one that outed you…Mr Potter."

"Much obliged, Mr Malfoy," drawled Stephen, before he gently kicked Mia with the heel of his left boot; as the brunette crawled out and kneeled between her Master and his guest, Stephen looked down at Mia as he added, "That being said, Mia, he does have a good point. After all, you're supposed to be some insufferable know-it-all who gets in the way of her betters becoming the best that they can be. If anyone realises that you have become the obedient dog you really were born to be, my plans will be in jeopardy…therefore…here are your orders."

Mia's ears pricked up as she heard that, while Draco scoffed as he saw Stephen cross his legs and look again to his pet, "In lessons, between them and around the other inferiors around here, save for worthy souls like Draco and I, and those we may call friend and ally, you're to act like your usual self, aka prissy-knickered, pathetic, overcompensating Hermione Granger. But when you're in private company, meaning mine and, if our little meeting should evolve into friendship, Draco's here, as well as others I trust and vouch for, you will yield, bow down and serve your betters…all of whom will be able to command you and make you do anything they desire, understand, my pet?"

"I hear and obey, Master," replied Mia, earning a dismissive gesture from Stephen.

"Then get out of my sight until you are Sorted…the stink of your pathetic-ness is turning my stomach."

Mia fled like demons fleeing the holy.

Stephen, meanwhile, sighed deeply as he remarked, "And that is why they are so weak and pathetic, the idea of being a slave is pretty much the only thing they're good for, when compared to those with real power."

"No arguments from me, Heir Potter," admitted Draco, a small part of him amazed by what he was seeing and hearing from the Boy-Who-Lived.

This was definitely not the Harry Potter he had heard from many a reliable source – read: his Uncle Severus – was coming to Hogwarts.

All right, he was arrogant, brash, and had no love lost for those he believed were beneath him…but…still…

Wait until his Father heard about this.

He highly doubted anyone, be it his Father, his godfather or, hell, even the Dark Lord himself, was going to believe who and what they were seeing.

Chapter 4 and, obviously, it was Draco, who is only the first to see a side of famous Harry Potter he never would have thought possible: I wonder how he'll handle the rest of the shocks surrounding the Not-So-Heroic Boy-Who-Lived?

Also, it looks like Stephen has made a friend, but is it real or is the Strange Supreme just playing with his toys?

Keep Reading to Find Out

Next Chapter: Hello Hogwarts…aww…what's wrong, babies? Don't you like the new and improved Harry Potter? Well get used to it, especially you, Old Goat, Traitorous Greasepit and Old Kitty-with-the-Mange;

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AN: Chapter Length

Also, before anyone out there starts complaining about my 'drabble' lengths of these opening chapters, I can assure you they'll get longer later; I'm just keeping them short and sweet to get certain elements out of the way.

As we get into the main adventure, the chapters will get longer, I promise.