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But it didn't just drag over the Harrys, no it brought everything else from the universes they all came from.

"Hadrian Potter?" Dumbledore said, and the strangest looking 'Harry Potter' showed up, he looked a little insane and glaring at Dumbledore. Prime Dumbledore that is, or the Original. there was a total of thirty Dumbledore so far, with Twelve being stunned Manipulative ones. there was even a Robot Dumbledore

the other Dumbledore in the room, ignoring the various stunned Manipulative Dumbledore that they had all taken down in a Epic Duel, with help from a couple Headmaster Riddles that had gone good in their Universes, along with a Professor Lockhart who had actually done what his books said. frowned before preparing for another duel.

Robot Dumbledore shook his head "Here we go again my fellow wizards" he said.

...

"well, maybe that is the last" Jedi Padawan Harry Potter said.

"unlikely it is" Jedi Master Dobby muttered. "Inform the Jedi Council we must, my Brother Master Yoda know what to do he should".

...

Meanwhile Harry Potter-Summers, a Mutant Wizard and a Student of the Xavier institute. A adopted son of Scott Summers and Jean Grey, was talking with Sarcastic White, and Strictly Severus, who had both arrived with a 'Holly Otter' and ''Emily Riddle' a 'Haphne Redgrass'. Sarcastic White looked very similar to Sirus Black, but he had long white hair. Strictly Severus looked much like Professor Snape, but without greasy hair, and a more jovial attitude.

"so what is the world you lot are from like?" Harry Potter-Summers asked Holly Otter.

"It is amazing" Holly Otter said "it rains Otters there"

"really?" Harry Potter-Summers asked.

"it does indeed" Strictly Severus said, ignoring a glare from one of the Many Severus Snapes.

"hey, you could form a band Severus" Sarcastic White said "with your 'Brothers' over there"

"now that would be wonderful wouldn't it" Strictly Severus Said. "what to call it, hmm. how about Snape, Snape, Severus Snape...Dumbledore!"

"or 'Strictly Severus and the Greasy Gang?" Sarcastic White suggested.

"that could work" Haphne Redgrass said.

"how are they that greasy anyway" Emily Riddle said

"are you the Daughter of Tom Riddle in your universe?" Harry Potter-Summers asked.

"yes, but not the one you think, I'm a Female out of time Tom Riddle Junior, that got trapped inside a Diary for fifty years".

...
Meanwhile the Good Weasleys were in the middle of a great battle against all the many, many, many Evil Weasleys. they were outnumbered, but most of the people they were fighting were incompetent, or acted worse than Malfoy

"how many are we at?" Minister for Magic Fred Weasley asked one of his many new siblings, Garry Weasley, Seventh Weasley son in his universe, who had showed up alongside a Hinny Potter

"so far I've taken down thirteen evil Ginnys, one Evil Percy, two Evil Bills, a Evil Charlie, twelve Evil Mollys, one Evil Rose...that is Ron and Hermione's Daughter, five evil Freds, and one evil George

"oh and fifty three Evil Ronald Weasleys, plus a Evil Ronda Weasley" Garry Weasley added

"i dont blame that one that much" Hinny Potter said. "who names someone Ronda anyway"

"thats a good question" Ginevra Weasley said "its worse than anything i might come up with, like Albus Severus".

"a question for another time" Ronald Malfoy said.

"cant believe one of us Married a Malfoy" Garry Weasley said.

"i know, its unbelievable" Percy said "then again, my brother Charlie Married Cookie Monster, so i cant say anything"

"WHAT?" every single Weasley, besides the aforementioned Charlie exclaimed.

“Ginny’s got a point,” said Hermione, perking up at once. “We ought to check that there’s nothing odd about it. I mean, all these funny instructions, who knows?”

“Hey!” said Harry indignantly, as she pulled his copy of Advanced Potion-Making out of his bag and raised her wand.

“Specialis Revelio!” she said, rapping it smartly on the front cover.

Nothing whatsoever happened. The book simply lay there, looking old and dirty and dog-eared.

Hermione frowned and turned it over. Her eyes narrowed as she spotted something at the bottom of the back cover. She read aloud, slowly, “This book is the property of the Half-Blood Prince?”

She looked up, suspicious. “Who’s the Half-Blood Prince?”

Harry, who was one second away from successfully escaping Hermione’s attention, blurted the first thing that came into his head.

“It’s me. I gave myself a new name,” he said, voice a bit too casual. “Harry Potter sounds alright, but this one’s got more... mystery.”

Ron blinked. “Wait—you can just give yourself a new name?”

Harry, delighted to steer the conversation far, far away from suspicious textbook scribbles, nodded seriously. “Absolutely. Why not?”

Ron looked thoughtful. “Huh. I think I’d be... Red Valor.”

Hermione made a strangled noise like a cat.

Still, the conversation moved on, and to Harry’s relief, no more questions were asked about the book.

The next day, while waiting outside the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, the Gryffindors were chatting when Draco Malfoy strolled over with his usual smirk.

“Well, well, if it isn’t His Highness, the Half-Blood Prince,” Draco sneered. “Tell me, Potter, was Mudblood Monarch already taken, or did you just fancy something with a bit more fake dignity?”

Pansy Parkinson laughed loudly while Crabbe and Goyle snorted.

Before Harry could reply, Ron stepped forward like a knight in badly fitted armor. “Oi! You don’t get to insult Harry’s royal title. The Half-Blood Prince is noble!”

“Yeah!” shouted Seamus from behind. “Better than whatever title you lot have, like ‘Pureblood ferret’ or ‘Inbred Royalty!’”

Even Lavender chimed in with, “It’s mysterious. Like a dark hero. Like a... brooding prince of pain!”

“Don’t mock his name!” shouted Neville. “It's way better than Lord Moldyshort!”

“Shut it, Longbottom!” barked Draco.

Inside the classroom, behind the door, Professor Snape was standing still as a statue. He had been waiting—hoping—for a fight to break out. His hand was already reaching for his wand, ready to deduct fifty points from Gryffindor before the first curse flew.

But what he heard instead made his expression twist into something caught between horror, rage, and personal betrayal.

Because outside, the Gryffindors weren’t misbehaving—they were protecting the name.
His name.
Half-Blood Prince.

And Potter was wearing it like it was some... fashion trend. Like it was a nickname from a Quidditch magazine.

Snape’s eye twitched.

Did he deduct points for noise? Or award points?

He settled on glaring at the door like it had personally betrayed him.

He hated them. All of them. And most of all, he hated how much Potter was enjoying it.

“How... dare he,” Snape whispered bitterly to himself. His voice was tight. “That foolish boy. That arrogant, spotlight-stealing, reckless... Potter.”

He gripped the edge of his desk. “Why is he using my name?”

Outside, Ron yelled again: “Long live the Half-Blood Prince!”

"I've been for a very long time Professor" Harry said, while standing on the ceiling "thanks to drinking blood i don't even need to sleep much" "explains why you are walking on the ceiling at this hour" Remus said

"its not like i only can consume blood, i can still eat normal food, as I'm technically a Dhampir, but Dhampirs aren't that different to Vampires. not that I drink that much human blood, when i usually just steal blood bags, or drink from animals".

"what do you mean, James wasn't a vampire" Remus Lupin said.

"no, but Lily was, at least my as far as my uncle tells me" Harry said.

"your uncle?" Remus asked. Harry nodded. Remus didn't know that Vernon Dursley was a vampire, nor Petunia one for that matter.

"well, with how old he is, more like Great great something, i cant remember how many greats he is, but Count Dracula is still my uncle"

"Count Dracula? the Count Dracula" Remus said, though very surpised.

"the very same" Harry said.

"and what do your friends think of you being a vampire?" Remus asked.

"well, the Weasleys are fine with it, though they are WereSpiders to begin with. I found out in first year while staying at the castle, and they learnt of me being a Vampire, and of course i stayed with them during the summer after first year. as for Hermione, she hasn't got a problem with it, but she is a Werecat after a potions accident.

"a were-cat?" Remus Lupin asked.

"she put a hair of a cat into a Polyjuice potion by mistake, no big deal, she does chase Lumos spells around now though, at least a specific version of that spell that is like a muggle laser pointer" Harry said Calmly. "come to think about it she does also bring dead birds to Ron, and I'm not sure why".

"of course" Remus said. "how Many students know that you are a vampire".

"quite a few actually" Harry said "but I'm lucky most of the apparent vampire weaknesses are either fake, or just normal human weaknesses".

"like what?".

"besides that one count over in America, most Vampires don't start counting things over and over again." Harry said.

"the Count is Real?" Remus asked.

"indeed, he is, and Cookie Monster was going to apply to be the defense against the dark arts Professor"

"he was?" Remus asked.

"yeah, Cookie Monster has been studying"

"you learn something everyday" Remus Lupin muttered.

Walking up to Slytherin table, Harry cleared his throat before getting Daphne’s attention. “Um, greengrass, do you have a second.”

Daphne simply looked up and cocked her brow. “What do you need, potter?” She asked in the most cold tone imaginable.

“Do you have any plans for the Yule ball.” This got all the slytherins to start laughing a little as they knew where this was heading.

“I was going back to my home for the holidays.” Daphne said. “Why? You’re not thinking about taking me aren’t you?” She playfully smirked.

“Actually I would.” Harry said. “Daphne Greengrass,” he conjured up a rose “will you be my date to the ball?”

Daphne simply smiled before saying “that was o corny!” This caused Harry to frown before she took the rose. “Why not!”

Every slytherin around her gasped as Harry got wide eyed. “Really?”

“Sure, under one condition.” She then pointed to the second year next to her. “My little sister here wants to go to the ball as well but hasn’t secured a date. Maybe you can help her with that.”

“H-Hya Harry!” Astoria said sheepishly.

Just then Harry heard a girlish scream a from behind as he saw Ron running away from a confused Fleur Delacour as Ginny chased him.

“I think I can help you out with that.” Harry rubbed the back of his neck.

“Then it’s a date” Daphne smiled as she got up, “come sister, we gotta shop for dresses.”

Harry watched as Daphne and Astoria left before Draco, in a fit of anger and jealousy, got up and yelled “traitor!” This got Daphne to turn her head to Malloy and give him a steely glare as he sat back down.

“Wow she’s good!” Harry whispered.

He gave Sirius a slight nudge. “I’m going to do it,” James whispered to Sirius. “After the Order meeting ends, I’m going to propose to Lily.”

“Again?” Sirius raised his eyebrows at James. “You’ve really got to stop pining after Evans. Seriously, you went on one date with her back in 7th year. And it ended with her hexing you so bad you spent a week in the hospital wing."

“Come on, Sirius, you’re supposed to be on my side!” James pouted.

“I am on your side. But this is like the tenth time you’ve tried asking her to marry you.”

“Twelfth.” James corrected. “But I’ve got a good feeling about it today.”

“You said that every other time, too.” Sirius pointed out.

“You know, I could always make Remus my best man at the wedding.” James threatened.

“Uh… What I meant was… Go get 'em, champ!” Sirius thumped James on the back.

Dumbledore concluded the meeting. As everyone started shuffling out, James went up to Lily, pulled out his ring box, and got down on one knee. The other Order members barely spared James a glance, as his proposals have become something of a regular occurrence.

“Lily Evans, will you marry me?” James asked, hopefully.

Lily just looked down at him disdainfully. After a long moment of thought, she answered him curtly. “Alright, fine.”

James was frozen in shock, having not expected her to say yes. Lily picked up the ring and put it on, turning her hand and observing how it looked on her finger.

James stayed kneeling on the ground, staring in disbelief at the ring on Lily’s finger. Eventually, Lily looked back down at him. “Well? Are you going to stay down there all day?”

James hurriedly got up. “Sorry, I just- I wasn’t expecting… Umm…” he trailed off.

James awkwardly tried to lean in for a kiss, but Lily held out her hand. “Not so fast, Potter. Don’t expect me to suddenly fall in love with you just because we’re engaged.”

“Huh? But then why did you say yes?”

Lily scowled at James. “Were you even paying attention in the Order meeting?”

“Uh…” James said eloquently. He hadn’t really listened much, too busy stealing glances at Lily. “Something about a Prophecy, I think?”

“A child born in late July to those who’ve thrice defied Voldemort will be able to vanquish him.”

“Right, yeah.” James nodded.

“You and I have both fought him three times.”

James’s eyes widened. “You’re saying we should get married so that our kid can beat Voldemort?”

“I’m saying that we need to do whatever it takes to kill Voldemort. And if that means getting married and having a child, then so be it.” Lily said, glaring at him.

James’s eyes widened. He pinched himself to make sure he was awake. This situation felt like it belonged in one of his more erotic dreams. He didn’t know what to think. He loved Lily, and he wanted to marry her, but not because of some Prophecy. Eventually, he made a decision. As much as he wanted this, it didn’t feel fair to her.

“We, um, don’t have to get married if you don’t want to…” he said meekly.

Lily sighed. “Look, James, It’s not about what we want. It’s about what we have to do.”

“We don’t have to…” James mumbled.

Lily’s scowl deepened. “Do you not want to get married, then?” She asked in annoyance.

“No! I do! But I want you to marry me because you want to, not because you feel like you have to.” James told her. “This doesn’t seem fair.”

Lily scoffed. “I don’t see what you’re complaining about, you’re not the one who has to give birth.”

“You deserve a choice-”

“Choice?” Lily interrupted. “What choice? If we aren’t willing to do whatever it takes to win this war, then why are we even here?” Lily huffed in annoyance.

“We’re both here for the same reason, Lily. We both chose to fight against Voldemort.”

Lily’s eyes flashed with anger. “I didn’t choose to fight.” she hissed.

James was confused. “What are you talking about?”

“You don’t understand. You, or Sirius. You’re both purebloods, after all.”

James was even more confused. “What's our blood got to do with anything?”

“Why are you here, James?” Lily suddenly asked.

“Huh?” James asked, confused at the sudden digression.

“Why are you fighting against Voldemort?”

“Well- Because it’s the right thing to do.” he answered, as if it were obvious.

“Because it’s the right thing to do.” Lily repeated. “You want to do the right thing. And that’s all well and good, but it just proves that people like you will never understand. Not really.”

“What do you mean? What don’t we understand?”

Lily glared angrily. “Do you think I want to be here, in the Order, spending my time fighting a guerrilla war against terrorists? I’m not here because it’s the right thing to do, or some other idealistic nonsense. I’m doing this because I have to. I’m here because there are people who would see me dead for the great crime of not having been born to the right parents.”

“You still chose to fight, though.” James tried to argue. “Lots of Muggle-borns have fled the country.”

“Why should I leave? This is my world, too! If the Pureblood bigots don’t like it, then THEY should leave!” Lily countered. “I know that this country isn’t perfect. The Ministry is corrupt, magical creatures are oppressed, and Squibs have almost no rights at all. But despite all that, it’s still my home, and I’m not going anywhere.”

“Right, yeah.” James said, taken aback by Lily’s anger. “But you could have stayed without fighting, right? Like, staying in the Muggle world?”

“So you would have me just snap my own wand, and live out the rest of my days as a Muggle? I am a Witch! Magic is my birthright, just as much as it is yours. I refuse to bow down to the bigots. I will not reject part of who I am, just because some people don’t like the idea of me having magic.” 

“C’mon, Lily, you know that’s not what I meant. You’re not being fair.”

“Oh, grow up! This isn’t a game. I’m not some spoiled rich kid playing the hero. I’m not a noble scion rebelling against my family. You and Black, you're two of a kind, sentimental children forever whining about how bitterly unfair your lives have been. Well it may have escaped your notice, Potter, but life isn't fair! Do I want to marry you? No. Do I want you to get me pregnant? No! Do I want to give birth? NO! But I will. I’ll do all of those things, if it’ll help end this war. Not because it’s the right thing to do, but because it is my duty to either take down Voldemort, or die trying.”

Lily grabbed James by the arm and started dragging him out of the meeting room. James, reeling from Lily’s tirade, simply let himself be dragged off. “W- Where are we going?” he asked.

Lily grit her teeth. “Do I really need to spell it out for you, Potter?”

“Spell what out for me?”

“The prophesied child will be born at the end of July.”

“...Okay?” James said slowly, wondering where Lily was going with this.

“And it’s late October now.” Lily explained.

“What’s that got to do with anything?”

Lily rolled her eyes. “Don’t you get it, Potter? The end of July is nine months away.”

James’s jaw dropped. “What- Are you saying that we should…?”

“Have sex, yes.”

James was blushing furiously, and Lily sighed. “Oh, please tell me I don’t have to give you ‘The Talk’.” she said in exasperation.

“I know how it works.” James replied, embarrassedly.

“Thank Merlin.” Lily muttered, mostly to herself.

“So you’re, um, sure about this?” James asked, stunned, as he continued to let himself get dragged along.

“Why are you complaining, Potter? Isn’t this what you’ve been wanting for years?”

James just nodded mutely.

“Come on, then.” Lily dragged James into a spare bedroom in the Order headquarters. She glanced around and nodded. “This should work nicely.”

“Wait… HERE? NOW?” James asked in disbelief.

“The sooner we do this, the sooner Voldemort dies.”

“Hang on, Lily.” James tried to say, as Lily closed the door behind them.

Lily turned to give James a raised eyebrow. “What is it? You don’t want to have sex with me?”

“I do! It’s just-” James paused for a moment to organize his thoughts. “I want to, yes, but I never imagined our first time together would be like this.”

“And I never imagined ever having a first time with you, Potter, but here we are.”

“I just pictured something a bit more romantic.”

Lily rolled her eyes and flicked her wand. The blinds drew themselves closed, and several candles around the room lit themselves. “There. Nice and romantic. Now let’s get started.”

Lily started unbuttoning her shirt, and James couldn’t help but let his eyes linger on her newly exposed skin. “You’re absolutely sure about this?” he asked again.

“The Muggles have a saying, James: ‘Lie back and think of England’. You should keep that in mind.”

“Um… Shouldn’t you be the one keeping that in mind?” James ventured.

Lily snorted. “Ha. That’s a good one, Potter.”

“Huh?”

Lily roughly shoved James backwards onto the bed, and then climbed on top of him. She leaned in close to whisper into his ear. “Now, just be a good boy, lie back, and think of England.”

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She was panting, turning on the spot, her wand gripped tightly in her hand, waiting for someone…

Suddenly, a blinding, jagged jet of white light flew through the air, like lightning. Bellatrix had dropped to her knees and her wand had flown out of her hand.

“Don’t kill me!” she called out.

“That was not my intention.” Dumbledore replied. He stood before Bellatrix with his robes whipping around him, and his face was illuminated from below in the light cast by his wand.

“Well, Bellatrix? What message does Lord Voldemort have for me?”

“No— no message— I’m here on my own account!”

Bellatrix was wringing her hands. She looked a little mad, with her wild black curls flying around her.

“I— I come with an offer— and a request— please—”

Dumbledore flicked his wand. Though leaves and branches still flew through the night air around them, silence fell on the spot where he and Bellatrix faced each other.

“What could a Death Eater offer to me?”

“I wish to defect. To switch sides.”

There was a tense silence. Eventually, Dumbledore spoke. “You wish to defect…” he repeated slowly. “Am I to believe that you have suddenly had a change of heart regarding the pureblood supremacist ideology?”

Bellatrix shrugged. “I never really cared about the ideology itself. I only believed in it because my lord wanted me to believe in it.”

“You’re saying you’re not a blood purist?” Dumbledore asked, voice filled with disbelief.

“I joined the Death Eaters because of my lord’s power, rather than his ideas.” Bellatrix explained. “I was raised a Black. Why should I care for an ideology that ascribes those filthy half bloods equal value to purebloods?”

“Are you aware, then, that Lord Voldemort himself is a halfblood?”

“Naturally.” Bellatrix scoffed. “All the inner circle Death Eater’s know. But he’s a halfblood who killed his muggle relatives. And his power more than makes up for his lacking heritage.”

“Then perhaps,” Dumbledore said in an accusatory tone, “Having been liberated from Azkaban, you wish to play both sides, so as to avoid going back there no matter who wins this war.”

“No.” Bellatrix grimaced. “I want to defect… because the Dark Lord is going to kill me.”

Dumbledore raised an eyebrow. “I was under the impression that you were among his most favored servants.”

Bellatrix took a deep breath, and began her story. “Many years ago, the Dark Lord entrusted me with an object. A cup. And he told me to keep it safe inside my Gringotts vault.”

“This cup,” Dumbledore interrupted. “Would it happen to be a small golden cup with a badger on it?”

Bellatrix paused her explanation to peer up at Dumbledore. Slowly, she nodded.

“What has become of this cup?”

“It’s been destroyed!” Bellatrix gasped. “I only found out recently. The Goblins— when they discovered this cup during a vault inspection, they— they destroyed it.” Bellatrix sounded anguished.

“I see, then. You are wishing to defect because you are afraid of what Lord Voldemort will do to you when he discovers this item has been destroyed? Why not simply blame the Goblins and beg for mercy?” Dumbledore asked.

“It’s not just me who is in danger.” Bellatrix panted. “Narcissa, Lucius, Draco, Andromeda, Sirius… All of us shall perish if the Dark Lord discovers my failure. When he entrusted that cup to me, he told me to treasure it more than the lives of all my family members combined. And I— I failed him!” she wailed.

“Are you here to beg for protection for your family? Why should I do such a thing? And what will you give me in return, Bellatrix?”

“In— in return?” Bellatrix gasped, and after a long moment she said “Anything.”

When Dumbledore appeared lost in thought, Bellatrix continued. “I’ll join the Order! I can spy for you. Fight for you. Whatever you ask of me, I’ll do it!”

“And why should I welcome you to the Order of the Phoenix, after all the things you’ve done against its members?”

“You welcomed Snape,” Bellatrix scoffed. “You let him join the Order because he was willing to give you his loyalty.”

"You believe Severus to be loyal to me. Yet, Lord Voldemort trusts Severus, does he not?"

"He does.” she nodded. “However, the Dark Lord is... I believe... mistaken," Bellatrix had great difficulty in saying that sentence. Suddenly, she looked around her shoulder to check they were indeed alone, as if she was afraid of having been overheard. Slowly, she took a shuddering breath and continued. “I believe that he is more loyal to you, than to our lord.”

“Still, I ask again, why should I allow you into the Order, after all the things you’ve done?”

“Snape’s done things just as bad as I have, if not worse. We’ve done many raids together, you know. There was this one time, I remember, we came across a Muggle woman with red hair and green eyes—”

Dumbledore quickly cleared his throat to change the subject. “Putting Severus’s allegiances aside, the fact remains that he has Lord Voldemort’s trust. What could you provide me as a spy that Severus could not.”

“I am my lord’s most favored servant!” Bellatrix said indignantly. “I know things that he wouldn’t dare tell Snape.”

“Such as?” Dumbledore pressed.

There was a full minute of silence between them, as Dumbledore patiently waited for Bellatrix to reply. Finally, she answered “I have been in contact with Kreacher.”

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows in surprise. “Kreacher? The house elf?”

“HA!” Bellatrix said victoriously. “I told you the Dark Lord doesn’t tell Snape everything.” Bellatrix said with a vicious smirk.

“How have you been in contact with Kreature?”

“Several months ago, back when I was still in Azkaban, my dear cousin Sirius was annoyed by Kreacher and told him to ‘get out’, or something along those lines. It was a poorly worded order, and Kreacher took advantage of it to leave the house and go to Narcissa. Over the past few months, he’s been passing us information not bound by the Fidelius. Things he overhears, names of order members, and information about the Potter boy.”

Dumbledore frowned. “What did he have to say about Harry?”

“He knows that the Potter boy cares about my dear cousin Sirius. I believe the Dark Lord plans to use this fact against the boy. Perhaps by taking advantage of his connection with the boy to lure him into a trap.”

“I see…” Dumbledore nodded slowly. “If that is true, then it is indeed valuable information. Very well. I shall be in contact with you.” Dumbledore turned to leave.

“WAIT!” Bellatrix suddenly called out. She threw herself to the ground at Dumbledore’s feet. “Please, like I said, I’ll do anything. Whatever it takes to help you win this war. I have just one request.”

“And what would that be, Bellatrix?”

Bellatrix looked up at Dumbledore with tears in her eyes. “Just… Don’t kill him. Please spare the Dark Lord.”

Albus was silent for a long moment. When he finally spoke, his voice was little more than a whisper. “You truly love him, don’t you?”

Bellatrix nodded mutely. 

Albus closed his eyes and let out a long sigh. For all that Bellatrix has done, he couldn’t help but sympathize with her, and be reminded of the tender love he once shared with Gellert.

When the muggles started up Wicca in the 1930s and 1940s (and particularly when the witchcraft laws in Britain were revealed in 1951, thus allowing Wicca to be practiced openly and to spread) the Goblins saw the Purebloods looking down on the muggleborn asking about it, and the Goblins chose to adopt aspects and practices of Wicca to their magics and societal holidays.

This just makes the purebloods, and the magically raised, even more disparaging of the Goblins and dismissive of muggleborns asking after "goblin" stuff

In that moment, he felt Voldemort recoil not from the threat to life, but from the threat of pain.

Harry couldn't help but grin viciously at this revelation.

After hearing the full prophecy later that night, Harry couldn't help but celebrate in the lesson Bellatrix had so generously taught him.

While he may not be able to bring himself to truly desire to inflict pain for the joy of it typically; for Voldemort he was willing make an exception.

No, he would gleefully revel in it.

He would savor it.

And if his genuine joy happened to bleed through into Voldemort and cause further pain, all the better.

Tom Riddle dies, and after 823,543 time-compressed years his soul is pieced back together, whole and complete.

He meets his grim reaper who is pissed because he didn’t fulfil the prophecy. Tom gives him a curious gaze, getting mad at his reaper for making him go through all that, actually having feelings for once in his life and now he wants him to go back!

Reaper explains that the prophecy never actually stated who the Dark Lord was and without him, it would have simply taken on a different form. The Reaper explains how ‘dark’ it must be to wilfully ignore the suffering of children, which the headmasters of Hogwarts have proven time and time again. Riddle scoffs that Albus ‘Leader of the Light’ Dumbledore would ever be dark, but his Reaper explains that the ‘darkness’ can take many forms.

The Reaper tells him that he will never find peace if he doesn’t go back and try to undo the suffering he had caused, especially when he has the means to override the headmasters of Hogwarts as hereditary Guild Leader of Slytherin. He must convince Henry Potter, Eileen Prince and Amalia Bones of Gryffindor, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, respectively, to unite the four corners of Hogwarts and defend its students from threats both inside and outside the castle. The Reaper will send him back to his fifth year, before he split his soul for the first time.

Tom is annoyed at first that he has to go back to the orphanage, right in the middle of the second world war, but the Reaper gave him a special task. He must save the life of new-blood student Helen Ambers who would have had a ‘family gift’ of combining electron fields with magical fields i.e. bringing electric magics to magical Britain.

Without her gifts, the magical world had not been able to make similar developments in magic that the muggle world did with science and technology. If allowed to continue, the magical world would be discovered within a century due to magicals being unable to protect itself. The reaper warns him that there are both traditional and progressive forces that do not want to enable the development of 'technomancy' at Hogwarts and would seek to supress this girls’ talents. However, if this girls’ talents are nurtured appropriately, it is possible that the biggest fear (i.e. nuclear weaponry) could be counteracted by a combination of magics, including 'electromancy,' ensuring the safety of the nation.

I absolutely hate using wronger although I'm not completely happy with the rest of the poem either lol. Will have to edit this when I find inspiration for this again.

I love bolano as a writer. This was translated by Chris Andrews.

Give it a go folks. Its quite short

Sorry I havent posted in so long folks, life happened

Harry knocks on the large wooden doors to the headmaster's office. “Professor Dumbledore, could I talk to you for a moment?”

“Ah, Harry my boy, of course. How are your classes going?

“They’re going well. Professor Lupin has been teaching me how to cast the Patronus charm.”

Dumbledore beamed. “That’s wonderful to hear.”

“I wanted to ask you something about… About Tom Riddle’s Diary.”

The smile fell off of Dumbledore's face and he gave a tired sigh. “What is it you wish to know, Harry?”

“That Diary… it wasn’t a normal dark artifact, was it, sir?” Harry asked

Dumbledore tensed. “What makes you say that?”

“Is it really possible to store a memory in a Diary?”

“Well, it is certainly possible to place memories into inanimate objects.” Dumbledore deflected. “Just look at the numerous portraits across the castle.”

“But that’s just it!” Harry exclaims. “The portraits, they’re just impressions. They don’t think or act on their own. Not like Riddle’s diary did. And sapping Ginny’s life away to strengthen itself… A memory couldn’t do that.”

Dumbledore sighs heavily and deflates. “No, you are quite right, my boy. What that diary contained was much more sinister than a mere memory.”

“What was it, then?”

“I had been planning to tell you about it later, but I suppose I may as well tell you now. I believe that Diary was something called a Horcrux. I will not go into detail, but suffice to say, Tom performed a ritual to split himself.”

“A Horcrux…” Harry mused.

“It is the foulest of magical rituals, Harry.” Dumbledore warned sternly. “Do not go looking for information pertaining to them.”

“Of course,” Harry nodded quickly.

“Now, I must ask, what brought about this question?” Dumbledore leaned back in his chair and popped a lemon drop into his mouth.

“Well, the thing is, Professor…” Harry began nervously, “I think Hermione may have created a Horcrux.”

Dumbledore choked on his lemon drop.

“Harry my boy," Dumbledore said after coughing up his lemon drop. "I’m sure I must have misheard you. Did you just say that you think Miss Granger created a Horcrux?”

“Hermione has been acting strangely all term. I remember when we got our schedules, Hermione had some overlapping classes. I thought it was just a mistake or something, and she wasn’t actually taking all those classes, but the other day, she mentioned something about a project she was working on for Ancient Runes. I asked around, and people say that she’s never missed a class. But Ancient Runes is at the same time as Divination! And she’s always in Divination with me and Ron. Somehow, she’s in two places at once! And then I remembered the Diary. And you just said that a Horcrux lets someone split themselves…” Harry took a deep breath and licked his lips nervously. “I think Hermione created a Horcrux so that she could take extra electives.”

Harry Potter took a random muggle's polyjuice and walked away under his invisibility cloak to the nearest train station and took a train (or bus?) to Devon (Ottery St Catchpole).

Voldemort was furious, how did the boy escape ?

Snape was livid, how dare that arrogant little fool ruin his plans.

The pureblood death eaters were confused, they thought the train only went from London to Hogsmeade. No one told them there were other trains.

No one died, George didn't lose an ear.

The Luckiest of Them All

Harry walked through the halls of Hogwarts, spells flying around him yet not one hitting him. He almost drowned in a bulk batch of Felix felisis when he was a baby. That may explain some of his strange behavior. A streak of green light flew past his head, while the floor collapsed beneath where his feet had been a couple seconds ago. He walked up to the great hall and dodged another killing curse. He wondered whether he could ever be killed. Honestly, after that stunt with the shopping cart in the third year, he didn’t think it could really happen.

“Harry, I dare you to go down the astronomy tower in a shopping cart.” Ron said, too tired to really comprehend what he was asking.

“Ok. I’ll do it at midnight tonight. That should give you enough time to spread the word.”

“Wait, bro, I wasn’t being serious! You could die!”

“Do you honestly think that could happen? I have had about twelve attempts on my life since I started school, and I’m still here, so what could go wrong?”

“Well, you haven’t been trying to die all those times, so you might because you tried.”

“I’ll take the risk.” Harry said with a laugh. At ten before midnight, Harry Potter and about 50 other students where at the astronomy tower with a muggle trolley, a stopwatch, and a blindfold (courtesy of Fred and George) ready to leave. Harry climbed into the cart, put on the blind fold, and let the two large Slytherin boys pick up the brunette and his container.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Ron asked, obviously afraid for his friend.

“I’ll be fine. Drop it boys!” Harry screamed as the boys dropped his cart off the side of the tower. It felt like the coolest roller-coaster ever made. The drop straight down, the feeling of his bottom coming off of the trolley just a bit, and the pull in the pit of his stomach, just waiting for it to pull up, though he knew it never was. The crash was more than a bit jarring, and he could feel his right leg snap. The entire staff heard his scream before he blacked out.

“Harry, you’re ok now. There’s nothing wrong. It’s only a clean leg break, nothing too bad. Madam Pomphrey gave you some Skelegrow so you should be up and ready for class in a couple hours.” A kindly face looked down at him, so of course his reaction was;

“F**k off, you bloody git.”

“Remember Harry, we do not use language in this school.”

“We bloody well use language in this school.”

“No, we do not. Now your leg should be mostly healed up by now, but you are going to stay here for a couple more hours.”

And he was double sure because of that incident in fifth year.

He was just about to go skydiving when Snape intercepted him in the hallway. The greasy haired man looked like he was having a bad headache and he couldn’t take another pill for an hour.

“I have heard from some very reliable resources that you are going to jump off of your broom from 30 meters up at noon today Mr. Potter.”

Harrys high crashed. Hermione just had to tell on him, didn’t she? Well, Harry knew a way around this.

“You gotta catch me first.” And with that Harry took off running, yelling that the broom jumping was being rescheduled to now. Almost all of the students that heard him followed, especially when they saw Snape chasing behind him. It was a given this would escalate, as the last time something like this happened, Hagrid had to spend three hours trying to get the basilisk out of the lake. He ran through the doors opened by some helpful Hufflepuffs, and grabbed his broom from the locker room, almost being caught by Snape on his way out. He ran out to the middle of the quidditch field and took off. He flew up about 30 meters up, whooping in triumph. He stood on the broom, and slowly fell forward, casting a cushioning charm below him just before he hit the ground. Harry stood up next to an infuriated Snape, and spread his arms. A resulting cheer resounded from the stands where more than 70 students watched.

And that is why he is essentially immortal. He guessed that only old age could kill him off, in the end. Harry stepped left and narrowly avoided a crumbling wall. He always tried to help others with his luck, as it seemed to rub off on them when he was around. He pulled a young girl out of the way of an Imperius curse, smiled sweetly at her, and continued on his mission. All of the horcruxes where destroyed, one by a very helpful Neville, so he was clear for the kill.

He walked into the great hall, and saw the chaos ensuing. Voldemort was dueling three different aurors at a time, and one was slowing down. Harry took his place and started fighting his way closer. The rest of the aurors fell back, stunned at the skill of the young wizard. He was fighting with everything he had, and driving the older man back against the wall. They dodged all of the spells the others sent at them, good and bad. Voldemort began to gain a bit more ground, the tension rising with every step. Eventually, the two dueling foes where back in the middle of the hall, ready for the kill. They both circled around each other, each hesitant to kill the other. They paused, getting ready for the kill.

“Avada Kedavra!” They both screamed in unison. The two enemy’s disintegrated at the same time. Voldemort’s last words where; Haaaaaaarry Poteeeeeeeer! Harrys last where lightly more dignified. “Hermione, tell Ginny I love her. You have been good friends and an amazing family. I’ll see you on the other side…”

The End

One night at Grimmauld place our one and only hero couldn't sleep. He sat at the kitchen table, looking down at his hands, all the while thinking about the prophecy that he was under.

"...and either must die at the hands of the other..." he murmured, narrowing his eyes. Just as he was about to continue with the thought, he heard the usual pop sound of apparition. He looked up towards the door to see Bill Weasley walking inside, his clothes slightly singed, and one eyebrow missing.

Bill looked up, and visibly brightened at seeing him. "Hey, Harry, how is it going?"

"...better than you, I think" Harry answered with a little humour.

"Erm, yes. There was a little mishap with the last tomb that we raided, and I couldn't make it out without some damage, as you can see." The older man chuckled. "Those wards are always nasty, even if they hold long forgotten treasures..."

He continued to explain, while making some hot chocolate, but Harry wasn't listening.

"...long forgotten things. Things that he wouldn't know about!" He said with a crazed look in his eyes. Maybe some sleep would be nice, but no. He was close to a breakthrough!

"What?" Asked Bill, not understanding his genius.

"You know that I have a prophecy, right?!"

"Erm, yes? Dumbledore told us about it?"

"Well, it says that only the Dark Lord can kill me, and vice versa.... that means, that I count as immortal to anything else!" He finished with a too wide smile.

"Bill, I need you to take me with you. I'll walk into the tombs, grab the things inside, and walk out. It'd be easy!"

"Harry, I'm not too sure about this..."

"I'll take a camera with me take take photos of the runes inside"

"Deal."

....

A week later, we can find our protagonist in a dense jungle. Before him, stood an ancient piramid. The air almost visibly rippled with power, as if the wards could feel the intruders already.

Harry took a deep breath, and started walking.

As he neared the wardline, he could feel some resistance, every step he took became harder, but he didn't stop.

As he stepped onto the wardline, it was almost as if the world held its breath. He could almost imagine it, two different powers, trying to force the other into submission. The wards on the inside, fate and prophecy on the outside.

He grinned.

There was a grinding-tinkling-whining sound, as if the wards couldn't believe it either.

And he stepped inside. Alive. Unharmed.

He turned around, and smiled at the gaping visage of Bill Weasley, with too many teeth to be called sane.

"I think... I think this is the beginning of a beautiful partnership, Bill."

...

A fun little prompt about a Harry Potter, who weaponizes the prophecy in a new way.

(Inspired by that one yt short with the shark-riding-chainsaw-swinging-teenage-princess.)

I was always confused by this. A lot of fics have these so called "trust vaults" set up for Harry with limited money, meaning that he can only access them and has to wait until he is of age to access his main vault.

Is this canon? Did the Potters really have something like this? A 11 year old can access his/her main full vault as long as he/she has the key, right?

Speaking of Gringotts keys, let's say if Harry took his key from Hagrid before year 1 or from the Weasleys afterwards. Would the goblins allow this and let Harry access his full main vault without adult supervision and allow him to do whatever with it's contents?

Or if Dumbledore or the Weasleys refused to give him his key, could he go directly to the goblins and ask for a new one? Would they give him one? What would Dumbledore say if he knew Harry took back his key?

Would he have any legal ground in demanding it back from him or getting the goblins to block him from accessing his vault without adult supervision? And finally, can the ministry intervene in these situations?