Chapter 1
Chapter 1:
Last thing Xander remembered from his old life was coming down the stairs in the main building at the Tara McClay house for Young Girls and hearing one of charges proclaiming that if “he had been there” (wherever there was) “he would have kicked butt and taken names.”
Then one of the older visiting girls calling out, “You wish.” And before he could stop it, “Yes I Wish!”
Then the dreaded words, “Wish Granted.”
Next thing he knew, he was in a different body, in a cold stone hallway, where time stood still. Even the flames in the sconces were frozen in stasis.
Next to him was someone who was slightly taller than he, female, and had bushy brown hair, and slightly buck teeth. In school robes with the oh-so-familiar school crest on them.
No tie, he noticed, but deep crimson trim on the old fashion closed robes, which went from neck to toes and wrists. Therefore, she could be Hermione Granger of Harry Potter fame. He looked down at himself, and saw a copy of the same robes, a wand sticking out of the right pocket. Very old trainers which were barely held together with a thought and a prayer, sticking out from underneath.
Memories of the body’s (Harry’s) life coalescing and merging in mind. And while the abuse Harry had suffered hadn’t been as bad as a lot of fanfic writers proclaimed, it was still bad enough.
Checking his mind, he saw he still had Soldier and his Primal, Beauty. He was happy to have both along for this ride.
Though he did not care if Soldier was Jump Trained, he was not going to be playing Quidditch anymore. It was a fun game to read about and watch in the movies. But the thoughts of actually playing left him as cold as the thoughts of jumping out of a perfectly good airplane.
He looked in front of him, and saw Halley standing there, and huffed at her grin. “Really?”
She shrugged, “You are in your first year, just after delivering the dragon. And behind me is McGonagall waiting for you and your partner in crime. I will grant you one wish for doing this for me, however. And no, it can’t be to return home. Your stuck here as Harry to death do you part. Sorry.”
He glared at her as he thought about it. Then, “I wish that Dobby the House-Elf were bonded to me without losing the connection to Malfoy Sr or his wife, Nee: Black. But not have to obey them or attend to them. With their believing he died.”
She grins, proclaimed, “Wish Granted,” before popping off and time resuming.
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McGonagall came into view, with both a blond haired, grey eyed, boy with green trim on his own, finer robes, which could only be Ferret. And a mousy haired boy with light brown eyes, which made him Neville.
“Four students out of bed in one night! I’ve never heard of such a thing before! You, Miss Granger, I thought you had more sense. As for you, Mr. Potter, I thought Gryffindor meant more to you than this.”
She deducted twenty points from Malfoy along with giving him a detention to be had in the future. And fifty points each to Neville, Hermione, and Harry/Xander with the same detention.
Xander/Harry crosses his arms and cants his body to the side. With a frown on his face, “I see.” He bowed his head to her and thanked her. Then told her he was heading to his dorm before more problems. But "remember this night and remember it well."
Then headed to where he knew the Gryffindor Tower was with the ever-inquisitive Hermione asking a million questions about what he meant along the way.
He ignored by saying he was tired, and he would get back to her later. Before heading up to his dorm.
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Xarry, as he thought of himself now, got a quick shower, and changed into some clean clothes. Such as they were. And sat on his bed, shoeless. His drapes closed, and a silencing charm for outward sounds, not those coming in, was now applied.
He quietly called his new elf, Dobby, getting the excitable elf. And when he appeared, had him head off to the Weasley twin’s dorm and search everything carefully for anything non-regulation that Filch would be mad about as well as any potion items they might of made. When found, be sure to be very careful of them, and look for an old ratty-looking piece of parchment the reeked of magic. If he said the words “I solemnly swear I am up to no good,” to it, it should turn into a map of Hogwarts. At which point make sure to pocket it away from the other items as it used to belong to his father and his father’s friends.
To take the other items down to the Slytherin common room and dorms and spread everything out evenly with the ingestibles being banished into the stomachs of the worst offenders and the son of his old master. But with timers on everything including those to go off at 530 in the morning.
The map he removes from the twin, his broom, and his father’s cloak, to please take to his vault and place there. While insuring he has the only key to the vault and getting full instructions on who and how any of the keys were used.
Dobby popped off to do his bidding.