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So this just came into my head. What if when you cast it you can only inflict as much pain as you’ve ever felt.

You truly need to want to cause pain but can only dose as much as you’ve experienced.

So people like Harry, Tom Riddle, Snape, etc. can cause a lot more pain than the pampered spoiled children like Malfoy.

Just a thought, lol.

For instance, when Potter was trying to do a spell in class, Draco discreetly made it look like Potter did the spell first try - and so Potter would get points for Gryffindor ... for something he didn't do. Draco knew the guilt would eat away at him, so he would do it as often as possible. How truly diabolical of him. (Harry really didn't understand why Malfoy kept helping him, but had no interest in stopping him. After all, free points and he would learn the spells anyway)

Potter was unaware of the first task, huh? Well good thing Draco was there to spoil it for him. Draco made sure to tell him all about the dragons, and the details of the task (that he had stolen from Dumbledore's desk). Now the surprise of the first task was spoiled for Potter, and he would never get that first time reaction to the task. He would also be panicking over the thought of facing dragons. That'll show him. How extremely nasty of him. (Harry was honestly grateful for the information, even if Hagrid would give him the information a few days later. It gave him a head start on preparing for the task. He was just confused as to why Malfoy kept helping him despite hating him.)

Potter and Daphne Greengrass clearly being into each other, but not allowed to be together by Daphne's parents? Draco was able to trick them into accidentally signing a marriage contract, so now they were FORCED to be together. Their relationship was now unnaturally made, with their choice taken away from them. Draco knew they would grow to resent and hate each other. How legally evil of him. (Harry and Daphne had been secretly dating for a while at this point, so they just shrugged and went along with it. After all, it was an easy excuse to openly be together.)

Potter had the Dark Lord as his arch-nemesis, and was looking to fight him in a epic final battle? Not on Draco's watch. Draco gathered the horcruxes and captured Voldemort & Nagini, and had them tied up in a unbreakable room. Then he tricked Potter into casting fiendfyre into the room. Now Potter couldn't get the glory of killing the Dark Lord in front of everyone. He would always know that he beat a guy who was all tied up, with absolutely no effort whatsoever. Potter would be devastated at the missed opportunity to show off, and would be upset and filled with shame. How ultimately horrible of him. (Harry was really confused as to why Malfoy had basically done all the work, but he didn't really care. He didn't want the attention after all, and this avoided a lot of people dying.)

Potter and Greengrass were going to get married, huh? Would be a shame if Draco ruined that. How about by revolutionising a cure to Astoria's blood curse, requiring a ritual to be used which just so happened to be only doable on the wedding day, forcing them to delay it. Now their perfect wedding was ruined, and it could never be perfect. Draco had won. How amazingly monstrous of him. (Harry and Daphne were relieved at Astoria being cured, and were more than happy to delay the wedding for this ritual. After all, the wedding could happen anytime. Saving family? That could only happen now.)

Oh, were the Potter's now trying for a child? Well Draco had plans to ruin that for them. He would discreetly drug Daphne Potter with a fertility potion making it easier for them to have a child. However, he then done it again and again and again - thereby they would have loads of children like the Weasley's. The shame and embarrassment of having a family that big would haunt them for the rest of their lives, alongside the disgust of being compared to those disgusting Weasley's. How biologically terrible of him. (Harry and Daphne actually wanted a big family, so this was truly a blessing for them. Even if they had no idea of Malfoy's involvement at all. They also actually liked the Weasley's, and unlike Draco Malfoy they had no misplaced feelings of inferiority towards them.)

The Ministry was making a monument dedicated to the victory over the Dark Lord, and Draco knew that Potter was going to want it to be all about him, like the glory hound he is. So he went out of his way to ensure the monument would barely have Potter on it at all, and would have the names of everyone who died during the war. Potter couldn't hog the attention now, and would be forced to see all those who died because of him. How universally malicious of him. (Harry preferred it this way. The Ministry originally wanted a statue of him, Ron and Hermione. But none of them liked that idea. A monument with the names of those who died on it would mean they would never truly be forgotten, and would be about them, not him.)

"We almost died in there!"

Harry yelled at them, as Lily knelt down to her son's level.

"Oh Harry, that's just the standard trial for third years that's been happening for hundreds of years."

"Including the FUCKING FIRE MONSTER THAT TRIED TO BURN US ALL INTO ASH?!"

"That's how your father's friend Peter Pettigrew died when he was thirteen, poor fucker never saw it coming. I convinced your father to replace Pettigrew with Severus, though it took a lot of convincing. Like three dates."

Harry crossed his arms and scowled

"Don't fret, keeping the peace between your father and Uncle Severus is how you ended up with two older siblings. and your ten younger siblings." Lilly told Harry

"And if it makes you feel better Crabbe and Goyle died during their trial. Dumbledore already sent a condolences letter to their parents and has promised to at least give both boys ten seconds of silence to remember them. I just hope he can control his inner scumbag." Remus said

Later at the dinner, Dumbledore stood up in black robes "Tonight we remember the life of someone special. But now let's talk about these two dead stupid inbred children." Dumbledore said, waving his wand to show an image of Crabbe and Goyle."

"ALBUS!" McGonagall shrieked as Dumbledore barely looked at her "Oh be quiet Minerva, I heard these two idiots fell in the lava after seeing a candy bar strapped to the wall. If they weren't so inbred this wouldn't have happened." Dumbledore said cheerfully

It backfires, succeeding beyond his wildest expectation.

Harry (very drunk): "How do I make it more unlikable? "

Fred (equally sloshed): "how about we call you Hadrian and have every 11 year old talk like 50 year old british diplomats. It's 'Heir Malfoy' this 'Lord Potter' that"

George: "I know let's add in a gratuitous Snape malfoy Harry Sirius love quadrangle."

            ~ 6 months later~

"They want a what?"

"A sequel and multiple movies. You will be played by holly-wood actress Jarrett Sohansson and Snape by actor Edris Ilba.

"..."

"..."

"How much did you say they will pay me again?"

Hermione had found and revived a trapped Godric Gryffindor in a hidden alove above the shifting stairs.

Unfortunately some of his views were... problematic.

"We must muster our forces immediately."

"Erm against whom?"

"What do you mean whom? Against the Danes. They keep raiding our humble homes and stealing our mead. Them ."

He spat In anger. Madame Pomfrey winced.

"Danes? Er You mean the Vikings? we are at peace with them now. ", Dumbledore said calmly.

Gryffindor Roared "WHAT DO YOU MEAN PEACE. NO PEACE CAN UNTIL THE LAST DANESMAN IS DEAD." He said not so calmly.

"And why would school children fight the vikings?"

"Whom else would we gather to stand against the Norse?. The perfumed from Aethelred's court?. Only we here at Hogwarts school of Warcraft and Wizardry can stop them before it's too late" Gryffindor said, his jowls vibrating in rage. His yellowed teeth gnashing in hate.

"But..."

"Gimme a minute. I need to go piss. Get my steed ready in the meantime Girl" He said and left.

(he spat again for good measure).

Madame Pomfrey looked at Dumbledore in shock.

"What steed? Professor what should we do?"

"Alas. I am starting to understand why they put him up there" Dumbledore said grimly.

"Wait. Did anyone tell how modern bathrooms work?"

"Oh No."

"What? Don't lie to me!" Dumbledore growled at him, yet Barty Crouch Jr. simply shook his head. "She has a message for you. That it was your spell that hit her, all those years ago." At this, Dumbledore went pale. "I... what are you talking about."

"She thanks you for it. What you took for her death was actually her rebirth. The dark powers of her Obscurus were fully unleashed by your act. Yet it took a considerable time for her to manifest in the material world."

Dumbledore froze, unable to even speak. "That impostor who calls himself Lord Voldemort... the one defeated by a mere child... he was nothing more than a pawn of hers, to pave a way for her return." Barty Crouch Jr. gleefuly explained. "And now, she's coming back. All muggles and their kin will perish. And in the end, those who remain will all serve the Dark Lady!"

Dumbledore wished nothing more than to dismiss this as an outright lie, some manipulation from this madman's mind to torture him. Yet, deep inside, he knew that this was true. "Ariana..." he uttered her name.

Harry always considered professor Severus Snape as a "tough, but fair" type of teacher. He was disappointed that his friends couldn't see it and he always had to defend professor Snape's actions to them.

"Well, you shouldn't have spoken out of turn, Hermione!" Harry said after professor Snape called her an "insufferable know-it-all". For whatever reason, Hermione refused to help him with his homework that day.

Another incident came in the 4th year. "In his defense, your teeth were long before and it's hard to spot the difference when you-" Harry began to explain, but then Hermione started crying and Ron looked like he was going to kill him, so he shut up.

Ron and Hermione might have expected Harry to lose faith in professor Snape after he witnessed him leading the Death Eaters at Hogwarts and personally murdering headmaster Dumbledore with the Killing Curse. They thought wrong.

"You don't understand! Professor Snape and Dumbledore clearly planned this!" Harry continued defending the seemingly confirmed Death Eater and Dumbledore's murderer, Severus Snape. Everyone thought he was crazy, but that only made it all the sweeter when he was revealed to actually be right! Too bad everyone refused to acknowledge it just so they don't have to deal with Harry's smug attitude.

After Harry wanted to name their son Albus Severus Potter, Ginny files for divorce.

"What?" Draco was utterly confused, and the rest of the class was no less shocked than he was.

"You've heard me, Mr. Malfoy, I expect you here tomorrow evening for your detention!" professor Snape said.

"My father will hear about this!" Draco blurted out, still shocked and now also angry.

"That he will!" professor Snape concurred. "I shall write to Lucius myself and remind him how badly such foolish and obvious sabotage reflects on his son and family as a whole!"

Harry: "What happened?"

Sirius: "On my 15th birthday... I only got 36 presents."

Hary: "Well, that's a lot..."

Sirius: "But the year before... the year before I got 37!"

Walburga's Portrait: "But sweetie, those presents were quite a bit bigger than the previous year!"

Sirius: "I DON'T CARE, MUM! IT WAS JUST ANOTHER SLAP IN THE FACE AFTER YOU GAVE AWAY MY SECOND BEDROOM TO REGULUS!"

Walburga's Portrait: "Sweetie, I know it was hard on you, but that disgusting squib brother of yours barely even fit into that cupboard under the stairs anymore. And it was really embarassing, not having a place to hide him in anymore whenever someone came to visit-"

Sirius: "SHUT UP, MUM, I'LL NEVER FORGIVE YOU!"

"Oh no." Harry went pale as he finally realised the horrible truth.

However, the other Slytherin's believe she did it because Draco was really annoying and are inspired to do the same.

Lots of the former Slytherin's get re-sorted into Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff instead.

Soon enough Draco is basically the only Slytherin left. Even Crabbe and Goyle got re-sorted, somehow getting into Ravenclaw. Pansy went into Hufflepuff, whilst Tracey and Astoria followed Daphne into Gryffindor.

(Daphne decided she had to be re-sorted as being in Slytherin meant that other Slytherin's would try to interfere in her relationship with Harry)

"I wanted to become the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor here at Hogwarts." Harry said.

"I think I could certainly do a much better job than some other Defense Against the Dark Arts professors that were allowed to teach this subject at Hogwarts." Harry said, while the so-called headmistress Dolores Umbridge was in the background, scribbling notes and looking utterly furious.

No doubt she took offense to it and while Harry no doubt thought he'd do a much better job teaching her subject than she did, he didn't feel like earning himself another detention for no reason. "Like professor Lockhart, for example." Harry said, hoping it would calm Umbridge down.

Professor McGonagall took one look at Umbridge and said: "Well, I suppose I can't argue that you'd be better than the current DADA professor, Mr. Potter, but you still have a long way to go before you-"

"HOW DARE YOU!" Dolores Umbridge screamed out so loud that her voice was heard by people many rooms away.

“HARRY POTTER” Dumbledore roared. He grabbed Harry by the throat, lifted him up, and slammed him against the wall. With his other hand, he slapped him hard across the face. “DID YOU PUT YOUR NAME,” Dumbledore yelled, spittle flying at Harry. He backhanded Harry across the other side of his face. “IN THE GOBLET OF FIRE!!!” Dumbledore screamed.

“I- Wha- No, I didn’t-” Harry sputtered.

“DON’T LIE TO ME!” Dumbledore raised his wand and pointed it at Harry. “DID YOU PUT YOUR NAME IN THE GOBLET? ANSWER ME! CRUCIO!”

“AHHHHHH” Harry screamed.

“DID YOU ASK AN OLDER STUDENT TO PUT YOUR NAME IN FOR YOU? TELL THE TRUTH! CRUCIO!.”

When Harry just kept screaming, Dumbledore decided to try a different tactic. “Accio Ronald Weasley.” Ron suddenly came flying into the room.

“Woah.” Ron looked around and saw Harry. “Hey mate, what’s going on? Why didn’t you tell me you put your name in the Goblet?” Ron asked

Dumbledore pointed his wand at Ron. “Tell me the truth, Harry. Or else.”

“I- Please, I didn’t- I don’t know- Please don’t-“ Harry begged.

“AVADA KEDAVRA” Dumbledore yelled, killing Ron.

“NO! RON!” Harry wailed.

“That’s what you get for lying, Harry. Now did you, or did you not, put your name in the Goblet of Fire?”

“Ron… Ron is… You just killed…“ Harry said in shock.

“Accio Hermione Granger.”

“NO! Stop, please. Don’t hurt them.”

“If you don’t want me to hurt them, just tell me the truth. Did you put your name in the Goblet?”

“N-No, I don’t-“

“Avada Kedavra.” Dumbledore killed Hermione.

“HERMIONE!” Harry cried. “NO!"

"Er... Mione..."

Lavender's shoulders fell as she watched Hermione turn to Ronald, surprise on her face. So... So it didn't work. It never worked.

God, it was a stupid idea. She didn't know why she'd thought it would work. She was just desperate. So many years and her attempts at even just making friends had failed completely and utterly. And now...

She felt tears slide down her face and whirled, running away. She couldn't let them see her cry. Let her think she was just a heartbroken girlfriend. A stupid teenage 'bimbo' who wasn't wanted.

Why? Why did she have to like someone that so clearly didn't care about her? Why did she have to try so hard for that person's attention? Why did she have to fall so very hard?

She didn't go far. She went to the nearest classroom, found a seat, and dropped in it so she could cry. She was a mess in seconds. Tears streamed down her red face, contorted with pain and heartbreak. Her dusky blonde curls fell around her face like a curtain.

This was it. She'd lost. Hermione and Ron would get together, and she'd be alone. Heartbroken and with only a couple friends who'd know she wasn't just some stupid boy-stealing homewrecker.

She was in love. Maybe she hadn't made the best decisions, but so what? Love made people do stupid things.

She heard footsteps and looked up. When she saw the mane of bushy brown curls, she froze.

Hermione had followed her. Why? What did she want? Was...

"Here to gloat?" Lavender asked, unable to help herself. She'd deserve it. She'd been a bitch to the other girl. She was so awful at conveying her feelings, in reality.

"Lavender, I-"

"Just go! I know you want him, and now he wants you, too!" Lavender shouted, half-sobbing her words. "God, I was so stupid, thinking I had a chance. Why choose me? I'm just a 'dumb bimbo', right?" She gave a bitter laugh in spite of herself.

"No, I... Lavender, I'm sorry. I was wrong," Hermione pleaded as she stepped closer. She sounded scared, for some reason. Worried.

"Wrong? For what? Choosing the boy you like?" Lavender said miserably. "It's fine. It's whatever. I know I'm nobody's first choice. You hate me. I know it."

"No, Lavender, I don't. You've got it all wrong!" Hermione insisted.

"What in the world could I possibly have wrong?!" She shouted back, looking at Hermione with defiant eyes.

A second later, their lips met. Lavender froze, stunned as she felt the awkward click of teeth. Their noses bumped together. It was wet from her tears, and also from Hermione's.

A bubble of warmth exploded inside her. An overwhelming torrent of happiness that washed out the melancholy. The confusion remained as she tried to process what was happening.

When Hermione pulled back, she met Lavender's eyes. Brown to hazel. "It was never about Ron," Hermione whispered.

Different tears slid down Lavender's face as she wrapped her arms around Hermione's neck. "It was never about Ron," she agreed quietly, pulling the girl she loved close to share their second kiss.

'Name?'

'Thaddeus Paddington the sixth' Dean replied.

"Did you check that one Cassius Julius?' She whispered.

'Aye.. I mean Yes Inquisitor.' Seamus (wearing a fake beard) replied in a posh oxford accent.

'Are you reeealllly sure, Cassius?'

(In a high born accent) 'Are you questioning the most noble house of Julius Inquisitor?'

'Heavens no. It's just that he looks familiar somehow' she replied squinting at Dean's face.

Dean nervously fingered the fake mole and fake moustache on his face.

'Let's bring in an expert.' Umbridge said. 'Mr Bartholomew Reginald Pemberton-Winslow could you come in for minute?

Fred Weasley entered the room with a comically large tophat, eye patch and monocle.

(Obnoxious Posh Upper class Accent) ' I was just.. er counting all my money like rich people like to do in the morning . How can I help you - Ah Mr Thaddeus how is your most noble father?'

Dean grinned.

Sorting Hat: “Let’s see here… Oh my, you’re a time traveler!”

Harry's eyes widened. How do you know that?

“It’s all here, inside your head. Oh, don’t be so surprised. Occlumency doesn’t work against me, I was created by Godric Gryffindor himself!”

Harry tensed. Are you going to tell Dumbledore?

“No, no, not at all. My job is to sort people, not reveal their secrets.”

Harry let out a sigh of relief.

“So, you went back in time to get your revenge on Dumbledore, did you?”

He raised me like a pig for slaughter. I’m going to make him pay.

“And… You want to date Daphne Greengrass?”

I have to marry her, to secure an alliance with the Grey faction.

“Merlin’s beard, she’s only 11 years old!” 

So am I!

“No, Mr. Potter, you are an adult in an 11-year old body.”

Look, I don’t need to hear this from you. Just sort me already.

“Don’t worry, Mr. Potter. I know just what to do with you. Better be… AZKABAN!”

The trio sat down in the compartment of the Hogwarts Express, and looked at the sleeping man.

"Who d'you reckon he is?" Ron asked.

"Professor R. J. Lupin," said Hermione, as Harry simultaneously said “Remus Lupin.”

"How d'you know that?" Ron questioned.

"It's on his case," she replied, pointing at the luggage over the man's head. She then turned a questioning gaze at Harry. “Do you know him?”

Harry nodded. “Oh yeah, I recognize him from the photos Hagrid gave me. And when I found some of my dad’s old letters, a lot of them mentioned a ‘Remus Lupin’. He was close with my Dad. Like, very close.”

Ron nodded, while Hermione narrowed her eyes. “What exactly do you mean, Harry?”

“I mean, he and my Dad would sometimes spend the night together.”

Ron’s eyes widened, while Hermione let you a high pitched squeak.

“And not just the two of them,” Harry added. “There were two other guys who were usually there too.”

Ron’s eyes widened. “Blimey!”

Harry nodded. “I know, right? Snape even tried to join them once, but my Dad wouldn’t let him.”

“When you say ‘spend the night together’, do you mean…?” Hermione asked, blushing.

“Let's just say that they were going at it like animals.”

After Harry went into the Great Hall for breakfast, he spotted Ron at his usual place at the griffindor table, chatting with some other griffindor girl Harry never saw before. Stranger still, the unknown girl smiled warmly at Harry and waved to him. "Over here, Harry, we saved you a seat!"

"Erm, excuse me, but... who are you?" Harry asked as he sat down. "Sally-Anne Perks?" the girl said in a dismissive tone, as if the question itself was ridiculous. "Your best friend?" she added, treating it as the most obvious thing in the world.

"Are you alright, Harry?" Ron asked him, probably noticing how pale Harry suddenly was. "Where's Hermione?" Harry asked, looking franticaly around the Great Hall, as if he hoped to suddenly spot her somewhere among the dozens of students. "Hermione?" Ron and Sally-Anne looked at each other in confusion. "Who's Hermione?"

Hello there, wanted to read smth good, I know this is not quite pairing that everyone loves, butaybe someone knows good ones?

I don't care if it nc17 etc.

Have a good day folks.

Also pref 20k+ but anything will do tbh.

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.”