Harry potter and the what the fuck is this bullshit.

My first week at Hogwarts was amazing. Even though I was capable of magic far beyond my age group, I had only practiced the more practical work rather than the theory. Flitwick commented that he hadn't seen a student as gifted as me in charms since my mother, Mcgonagall was also impressed with my transfiguration work. Herbology was something I had not much experience in, as I had mostly procured ingredients for my potions rather than growing them myself. Even then the theory work in my classes was fascinating, although many students may find it boring or tedious, learning the reason behind the invention of certain spells and the basic lore to the incantations was very insightful. Magic was utilized through focus, emotion and intent, words are a way for us to share our thoughts with each other and thus they carry emotion and intention.

Magic itself was somewhat of a self aware force, thus the thoughts of magic users has left impressions upon the force itself. I think therefore I am, by believing a language like Latin is old and mysterious and can be used to perform powerful magic, we are giving it power in our minds and magic acts accordingly. Of course there are other reasons as well, a lot of innovation in magic use was done back when Latin was still the common tongue, so the language has more magic closely linked with it. There is also the Arithmancy of the syllables among other things.

Back on the topic of school, we were attending transfiguration and I was asking Mcgonagall about how muggle chemistry and atoms tied in with the changing of an objects material when my attention was caught by Ron and Neville.

"Gah! Why is this thing so ruddy hard?!"

Ron was trying to transfigure a cup from a block of wood, I could see that Neville hadn't made much progress either. Mcgonagall sighs in exhaustion, no matter how she's explained it, they just couldn't seem to pull it off. I think I know the problem.

"Hey Ron, could I try and do it with your wand?" Ron gives me a weird look, but agrees and hands me it. The wand itself is knackered and I can feel the magic within it barely holding on.

"Well its a wonder you can barely cast a spell at all! this thing is about to die and even if it wasn't I can feel that its bonded to someone else." Ron, Neville and even Mcgonagall seem to be regarding me with curiosity now.

Neville asks "What do you mean by bonded?"

"Well a wand chooses the most compatible magic user, like every witch or wizard the magic of a wand is unique to itself. A used wand will only choose a new master if the previous wielder has perished, even then most wands die with their users. There are a few rare instances where wands will change allegiance after being bested in a duel, but those are few and far between." I take a breath then hand Ron his wand back.

"Oh, that makes sense I guess. This wand used to be my brother's but it got damaged by a dragon, even after getting it fixed my brother said it didn't feel right so he got a new one. I was given this one instead of going to Ollivanders."

Neville also chimes in, "Yeah, my gran gave me my father's wand, she said he was a great wizard and I should be proud to use it. But he's not.. he's still, y'know." I give Neville a soft smile. It's then Mcgonagall clears her throat and announces.

"Mr. Weasley, Mr. Longbottom, I want you both at my office by 2pm this Saturday, we shall take a trip to the Ollivanders in Hogsmeade and get you boys properly sorted. I'll also be informing you guardians about their 'misconceptions' on wandlore." I can see a slight fire in her eyes, Mcgonagall has heard rumors about the whole Neville being thrown out a window thing, I believe Augusta will be getting a howler in her future.

I'm also awarded 10 points for helping my classmates, afterward the lesson moves on.

My first potions class was...interesting. Snape tries the usual bullshit of asking increasingly harder questions, however I employed a little trick that seems to work in my favor. Every time I answered I would meet Snape's eyes and use Legilimency, not to read his mind, but to force him to read mine. I would constantly show him memory upon memory of my time spent brewing and practicing potions. It was hard to confront me about lying or cheating when he had the evidence of my work being forced into his head.

I made sure to make the mental probe as light as possible so he doesn't realize I'm actively forcing the memories onto him, from his point of view it will just seem like I have a very loud stream of consciousness.

He fully quits on his confrontations once we actually begin brewing and he sees the way I prepare the ingredients as if I've been a practitioner for years. As we leave the classroom I can feel just the smallest bit of respect from him.

DADA is basically a joke with how bad Quirrel makes his stutter, I also notice how he tries to avoid looking me in the eyes. GOOD . I may not be a Horcrux anymore, but I've assimilated enough of Tom's soul to be capable of feeling when he is close. After class is a free period and to Ron's horror and Hermione's delight, I take all of us to the library where I proceed to properly educate them in defense. Naturally I get a lot of questions, mainly from Hermione, about how did I become so proficient in the subject. I tell them that due to my close encounters with the dark arts in the past, that I've made it my life long priority to become as good as possible in the subject, a lie of omission. I do have a drive to study the subject but I didn't include the details about me having the memories of multiple people who were experienced wizards.

The weekend comes and goes and both Ron and Neville quietly thank me for helping them get proper wands. During our first flight practice Neville does not end up flying away, as the donation I gave to Albus had allowed the school to finally purchase new brooms. The best part is that because I gave the money to the headmaster directly, the board of governors are unable to obtain the money, meaning it is entirely going towards funding the school.

Right now I'm currently wandering Hogwarts after classes have finished, I'm currently being accompanied by Hermione as she asks me questions about our different subjects. The girl is starting to open up, but she still doesn't quite know how to engage as friends without the discussion of school work. She's getting there though. It's not until she sees me running my hand along the walls and pressing my ear against it, that she asks what it is I'm doing.

"I'm following the flow of magic. Honestly its like the castle is alive and the magic flowing through the walls is blood!" I state.

"How are you following the flow of magic? isn't that something only experienced wizards can do?" she asks with her head tilted.

"Usually yes, do you remember the feeling when you first got your wand?". Hermione nods. "Well that was your magic connecting with the wand, its kind of the same principle as what I'm doing right now. Except intentionally instead of subconsciously." Hermione thinks on this for a moment before asking,

"But wouldn't that require years of practice and dedication?"

"Yes, however when I was younger, I got in a bit of an... accident. A nasty accident. However once I recovered I noticed I had a closer connection with the magic inside me, it's not mage sight exactly, its like... tasting the magic, but without a tongue." I pause contemplating my words. "I'm not sure how to describe it really, it's like trying to explain color to a blind man."

Hermione takes the somewhat lackluster answer in stride, then she continues the conversation. "So, what is it you're actually searching for?"

I smile and reply "Well, when I said the castle was like a living thing I meant it literally. From my memories of my past life parts of the layout have changed completely. Some things are always the same, like the Gryffindor dorms being in the same tower. But the corridors and a stairwells can shift and move. Sometimes entirely new rooms will appear! not built by anyone, just one day they pop into existence." I press my ear to the wall, trying to listen as Hermione becomes enraptured by my lecture on Hogwarts true nature.

"There are all sorts of hidden passages and secret nooks and crannies all around the castle, I'm trying to see if I can locate one by observing how the magic flows. But I fear Hogwarts herself might be trying to play a prank on me." Hermione's caught off guard by that remark.

"Is.. is the castle really alive? I mean can it think and feel?"

"Maybe not in the way we can, but it does have a sentience to it yes. Have you noticed how the sorting in the library doesn't make sense, yet you can always find what you're looking for?" I ask, Hermione nods in reply. "Well, that's because the castle can sense your intentions and is able to direct you towards what you need. It's not able to read minds or see us in our entirety, but it can still guide us." I can tell by how Hermione's magic spikes that she wants to run off toward the library and research the topic of a sentient castle, but she manages to control herself. Meanwhile I still haven't made headway into my secret room search.

It's then that I think on what I've said, and I try a new approach.

I whisper to the wall, "Come on little mama, tell me a secret. I promise its safe with me." It's then I feel the magic in the walls coil in... amusement? Then suddenly the scraping of bricks is heard as a small passageway opens up from the wall.

Hermione gives me a look that says, 'I can't believe that worked'. I smile and shrug then gesture to the passage. "Shall we?"

The passage itself is well lit and actually served as a shortcut between the Ravenclaw wing and the kitchens, the distance walked is much shorter and we haven't descended any stairs so I can only assume the space within this passage is warped. I show Hermione that tickling the pear on the painting of fruit, opens up the kitchens and we grab a brief snack, Hermione is surprised by the house elves and once we've eaten she drags me off to the library saying she's going to find everything she can on them. I believe I've unleashed a monster.
I can almost hear the castle cackling at me as I am dragged away.

As the weeks pass I quickly fall into a routine, I do garner some curiosity from my friends on where I disappear to when I'm learning sorcery. But they don't press when I inform them that I am not at liberty to disclose the information. (While the wizarding world is aware of sorcerers, they are still very blinded when it comes to their practices and locations) During one of my early morning workouts with the V.B.B I come back into the common room to see Hermione doing some light reading, while Ron plays Neville in a game of chess. Neville sees me and calls out.

"Hey Harry, we saw you were gone when we woke up. What are you up to?"

"Hey guys, I was just up doing my morning exercises." Hermione looks up from her book, "you exercise Harry?"

"Yeah, a healthy body lets the magic flow easier. Plus the best way to not get hit in a duel is dodging rather than shielding, so being in good fitness helps me be quick on my feet." Neville gains an interested look.

"Would you mind if I joined you?" he asks.

"Sure, I get up at 6 every morning if you wanna tag along. Be warned though, I have a very hard routine, but I can recommend you an easier one to get started."

After that I head up for a quick wash and we all go get breakfast and attend class. The next day both Neville and Ron are up with me at 6, Ron is still groggy but wants to give it a try. I suspect since none of his brothers have ever been involved in physical fitness that he's more inclined to try it out. As they get changed in the dorms I go into my trunk to get changed and put the V.B.B on under my clothes. I've done some more work on it, the limbs now have disillusionment charms worked into them and the Nitramene reaction has been tweaked to last longer. The proto arc reactor can't really be tweaked until I acquire some Palladium so its still a bit clunky.

Once we're changed we head down into the common room to see Hermione waiting for us, she wants to join in. I suspect its her insecurities about wanting friends but I simply smile and call her over. We all head down to the grounds outside the castle, where I get them to do a few laps with me. Once they've ran enough to fight off the cold autumn chill I show them the proper forms for sit-ups, squats, push-ups and planking among others. They don't do as many sets as me, as their muscles are just getting used to it.

By the end they're exhausted but I'm only slightly fatigued, partly due to the fact I'm used to it and partly due to the Vita rays boosting my body's recovery rate.

"Geez mate, how can you manage to do that every morning? I'm bloody exhausted." Asks Ron as we make our way back toward the dorms.

"You get used to it, however you will be feeling it in the morning, so you should all take a rest day afterward and then join me again once you've recovered. Eventually you'll be able to do it daily."

We make it back, wash up and get changed then head down toward the hall for breakfast. I instruct them to eat protein rich foods for building muscle and carbohydrates for energy. The next day they are wrecked, though surprisingly Neville still joins me, but only for a light jog. As another few days go by they all fall into the routine with me. Even Ron gets use to waking up at the early hours, however his appetite has only increased much to Hermione's annoyance.

Soon we're in October and Halloween is here. On Halloween itself me and Neville attend dinner early and inform Mcgonagall we won't be at the feast, due to...personal reasons. Her gaze turns into one of understanding and she lets us go without hassle, Ron and Hermione are both understanding of our sorrows as well and they promise to bring back a few sweets from the feast for us.

Myself and Neville are within one of the many corridors of Hogwarts, gazing out a window and watching as the moon light reflects of the great lake. There are no words shared between us, as we silently grieve over those who we've lost. It is said the walls between this world and the next are supposed to be blurred on this day, I can almost feel my mother and father standing beside me, a hand on each shoulder.

I'm meditating with my eyes closed when I hear it. 'Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off!' the voice of my father, it's a warning. I open my eyes, fully alert. I get Neville's attention and he notices the stiffness of my posture.

"Harry what's wrong?"

"Can you feel that? Something is coming." I state, he looks at me bewildered, then his nose wrinkles. "H-Harry, what's that smell?"

I pick up a stench in the air, we turn toward the corner of the corridor. We hear loud thumps approaching us until a massive figure lumbers from around the corner.

A troll.

Shit! I had forgotten this happens today, the other end of the corridor terminates in a dead end, we're trapped. Neville also realizes this and I can feel his magic become agitated and wild, I grab him and he manages to tear his gaze away from the troll and faces me.

"Neville, I'm going to distract it, you need to run to great hall and get help okay?" I see panic in his eyes, "W-What, but Harry we're trapped how-" I drag him toward the wall opposite the window, I place my hand on the wall and I let my magic flow into it with intent, a cry for help.

The bricks immediately unfold and on the other side of the wall is the doors into the great hall, the castle is aware of the danger and is bending space in order to assist us, I wonder how taxing that is on the castle itself. Neville sees this and speaks "Harry how- never-mind c'mon we can both get out of here!" I shake my head.

"No, if we both leave it will wander off and might attack someone else, I can keep it occupied and myself safe while you get help." Neville looks at me, still unwilling to leave me behind. "Trust me Neville I'll be fine, GO!" I push him through and the wall closes back up. I turn around to face the troll approaching me, my wand unholsters from my wrist and slides into my hand. My magic flares up.

Neville panics as the wall closes in front of his eyes, Harry is trapped with a troll! He quickly turns around and runs into the great hall. Everyone is already standing and Neville can see professor Quirrel passed out on the floor. Mcgonagall goes to ask him something but he quickly cuts her off,

"Professor! Harry is trapped with a troll he needs help, please!" This causes the students to start shouting but Dumbledore quickly lets out a 'BANG!' from his wand and rushes toward Neville with the other professors trailing behind him. "Neville my boy, deep breaths, calm. Now where is Harry currently?"

Neville quickly answers, "We were in the southern wing when the troll had trapped us in the corridor, he's still there, please he's in trouble!" Dumbledore quickly stands and announces loudly,

"Heads of house with me, Professors keep the students safe and lock down the great hall!" Dumbledore doesn't wait for an answer and quickly takes off at a speed which shouldn't be possible for a man of his age, with the house heads following.

As Dumbledore rushed toward the southern corridor he felt Hogwarts shifting and changing its halls to allow quicker access, then he feels a great wave of magic rush over him. It felt like Harry. Dumbledore quickly grasped the elder wand and performed an incantation he hadn't used since his youth, it boosted his speed at the cost of consuming more energy. Soon enough he came upon the corridor, the stench of troll was thick.

He turned the corner and what he saw shocked him. He heard the others arrive behind them and they gasped in shock and horror.

The troll lay motionless, dead. It's arm was torn off and lay on the other side of the corridor, with a spray of blood plastered around it. The ends of the arm where it had been torn off were scorched, as if it exploded. In the torn off hand lay the handle of it's club, the top of the club had been broken off, it had been impaled through the chest of the troll, leaving the rib-cage slightly torn open with blood still leaking out onto the floor. Parts of the troll's skin were scorched and torn, as if someone had been using a hot knife to try and carve through it.

Kneeling at the troll's head was Harry, he was soaked in blood and had his hand pressed on the troll's forehead as he took in deep breaths.

Disregarding the blood Dumbledore approached Harry, "Harry! my boy, are you alright?" Harry's head quickly shot up and looked right at him, for a brief moment Dumbledore could've sworn his eye's were glowing bright green and that the shadows around him had started growing. But as he blinked everything was normal once again and Harry spoke,

"H-Headmaster, I'm okay... I'm not injured" Harry's voice had a slight rasp to it.

"Can you stand? Let me look you over." Dumbledore waved his wand and performed the basic checks employed by healers. No sign of physical injury, but magical exhaustion was showing.

"You've expended a lot of your magic, nothing Poppy can't remedy." Dumbledore reached down to help Harry stand, slowly he stood on shaky legs but he managed to keep balance.

"I-I'm sorry sir, I tried to keep it distracted but I had to go on the offensive."

"None of that my boy, you did well. If a bit messy." It was then Mcgonagall finally spoke.

"Mr. Potter how on earth did you manage to do such a thing?" Harry steadied his breathing for a moment.

"Professor, have you heard rumors about me having visions from a past life?" Mcgonagall nodded in response.

"Well, they're true. I remembered a few of the more offensive spells from my past life and well... I panicked and put too much power into them." Harry finished off.

Mcgonagall just stared in shock, Flitwick lets out a 'remarkable!' and Snape seems to come to a realization about something. Professor Sprout insists they take Harry to the hospital wing and Albus obliges. Before Harry is escorted Mcgonagall takes away 20 points for foolishness but awards 50 for bravery, Snape remarks that they're the same thing.

As I am lead into the hospital wing madam Pomfrey immediately begins diagnosing me, she starts getting the required potions for magical exhaustion and before I can clean the blood off myself the doors open again.

"HARRY!" Hermione shouts out with tears in her eyes, I see both Ron and Neville are behind her. She runs straight for me and I'm momentarily blinded by a large amount of bushy hair. I slowly rub circles along her back and speak softly, "Hey, it's okay I'm fine, I'm here." Neville and Ron both come up to me.

"Harry you're covered in blood, are you okay?!" Ron shouts out in panic.

"Yes I'm fine, the blood isn't mine" I state. Neville quickly puts two and two together, "Not yours, that means..."

"Yeah, it's the trolls, it um... had an 'accident'" I explain awkwardly, Neville raises one eyebrow and Ron lets out a quiet 'bloody hell' under his breath.

Hermione has mostly calmed down, but still has an iron grip on me. "Hermione you're getting covered in troll blood." She replies with a 'don't care' muffled into my shoulder.

She eventually lets go and madame Pomfrey vanishes the blood from our clothes, after downing the potions and being told to eat a large meal today and tomorrow she lets me go, though she makes it clear that she rather I stay the night. Albus guides us back to our dorm where the rest of Gryffindor have been brought to once the lock down ended. As we enter I'm bombarded by questions, Ron let's out a quick 'Lumos Maxima' to get everyone to back off. Neville also speaks up telling everyone the troll is gone and to back off. We eventually get to bed and I greatly welcome sleep, I make a note to review anymore important events but overall am quite happy with today. I managed to collect a chunk of the troll before the headmaster arrived and I have it safely stored away in my trunk.

Another thing I ponder is the warning I had received, I believe it was in fact from my parents. The fact that it was Halloween and my close connections with death heavily imply they were with me for a moment. As that thought crosses my mind I feel a small sense of comfort wash over me, then I drift off.

Naturally by the time a week has passed everyone knows of what happened, I occasionally given looks of awe from a passerby as I roam the castle. Honestly at least I'm getting recognition for something I ACTUALLY did this time. The daily prophet also had an article done about it, with theories of the 'brave hero Harry Potter defeating the evil beast' ugh. I make an appointment with Gringotts and my solicitor in order to ensure I won't get slandered in the future. That weekend I'm allowed leave to Gringotts as the last member of my family, I attend the meeting and also manage to purchase a few shares of the paper.

I'm sitting with the head of the Potter accounts a goblin named Meathook, note how I said Meathook and not Griphook. Turns out Griphook was fudging the numbers and was found out when I took a more active role in my finances, Meathook was from the same clan and took over. He is of a nicer demeanor than his clan member.

I inquire about heir rings, as I noticed some students wearing them, and well, half the fanfics I read mentioned a Potter ring. Meathook informed me that the Potter family never had a ring made, as they had another family heirloom that was passed down. I ask about getting one made and then I get an idea, I show him the Gaunt ring and ask if I could get this turned into a Potter family heirloom. He took the ring and told me that there was a ritual that could be performed to check if the family magics would allow this.

The ritual itself was a short thing, involving a circle of my blood and a few candles. Turns out my destruction of the Horcrux, which was also the soul of the Lord Gaunt meant the ring was no longer a Gaunt family heirloom, but was instead mine through right of conquest. Add in the way the stone is drawn to me and me being a descendant of the Peverells, well the process was incredibly easy and I left with my new Potter ring adorned with the resurrection stone.

While I was out I popped into a few shops and grabbed a few materials I needed for a ritual I was thinking of, afterward it was back to Hogwarts for me.

A few days go by and things are mostly normal, I've been working out the runes and arithmancy for a ritual I'm trying to modify and I believe I've got it done. I was worried at first that my friends would ask questions about the work I was doing, especially since Hermione was stuck to me after the troll incident. (The poor girl finally made a friend and was scared of losing them.) But they were used to my eccentricities by now.

I'm in an abandoned classroom that the castle had lead me to, it's currently the middle of the night but I needed to make sure no one would be around. The castle is helpful and has shown me a wing that rarely has patrols, a subtle notice me not and silencing charm on the door and I'm golden. I have runes drawn out in a small circle made from my blood, there are four candles around the circle and in the center lies the chunk of troll flesh I took.

I am kneeling in front of the circle, with a ceremonial dagger laid across my lap. I had taken it from the secret cellar back at the Pottery. The class room I'm in has a window and once the moon light hits the ritual circle I begin the incantation.

"I call upon the purifying magics of the lunar gods, purge all malice and unwanted magics from this vessel"

The candles light up and the runes go from blood red to bright blue, the light coming from the window grows brighter and the chunk of flesh starts letting out black smoke. Once all the smoke has dissipated I continue.

"I call upon the magics of the void! assist me in my quest for strength!" My magic flares up and I can feel the void within it get that much stronger.

"Mighty beast! I have slain thee! By right of conquest I, Hadrian James Potter, claim your power for my own!" with that said I take the dagger and create a shallow cut on my palm, then I place my palm upon the chunk of flesh.

The blue fire consumes the flesh and my hand, I feel its unique magic being pulled in through the cut, my own magic races down through my arm and the void lets me start assimilating the trolls magic into myself. Trolls have a naturally thick skin due to part genetics and part magic, their own magic bundles up at the skin and acts as an anti-magnet for foreign magics. Causing most spells to bounce off. The ritual assimilates this magic and I can feel a new layer of my own magic start spreading out around my skin.

While that happens my void magic is being boosted by the ritual as it starts pulling in the physical material of the flesh and copying the genetic instructions. My muscles become denser and more tightly woven, my skin a bit thicker and my skeleton strengthens as well. I feel a slight increase in my height also. Eventually the fire burns out and the ritual concludes. The flesh is nothing but a charred black lump and as I stand I feel like my physical strength has increased greatly. I tidy up and return to my dorm, luckily no one noticed my absence, I open a notebook I had gotten specifically for modifying rituals and how I can incorporate my unique abilities with them. Tom had come across a ritual for assimilating a troll, however there were the side effects of having your skin tone turn grey-green and slightly reduced intelligence. By using my inherit void magics I could bypass any of the negative side effects and had thus made this ritual.

I wrote down the ritual into my book and closed it, the first of many I would come up with I'm sure. I get into bed and fall asleep as my body goes about making sure all is in working order.

The next day Ron comments on my height, I had grown an inch. I told him that I must've had a growth spurt, Hermione insists I at least check in with Madam Pomfrey, she's still a bit anxious. I go to appease her and Pomfrey says I am in perfect health, she makes a comment about how my skin seems to have a higher magical concentration than last time and how it seems to be resisting some of her diagnosis spells. She theorizes that its due to the trauma my body experienced from magical exhaustion and my previous run in with obscurification, Albus had informed her of any previous medical issues. But I was given a clean bill of health and left.

As I was walking I pondered on something, my check-up had reminded me of canon Harry's need for glasses. I had corrected this years ago when I was fixing up my body, then an idea struck me. What if I wore a pair of glasses that were charmed? charmed with what? I don't know, maybe I could enchant them to see magic or maybe... maybe I could have something similar to E.D.I.T.H. With that thought in mind I race off to attend class and after... after I had some inventing to do!

I started by trying to get electronics powered by magic, having them work around magic and having them powered by magic are two very different things. When I first discovered how to get muggle electronics to work with magic, I visited Gringotts to get patents for muggle devices that could be modified. The Potter vaults had a quite a bit of wealth from all the potions the family had sold and still had royalties on, this allowed me to get a small company set up with the goblins. The goblins managed the finances and hiring, the company used my runes I had made to allow for the cohesion of electricity and magic and I received a significant percentage of the profits. Naturally pure bloods didn't see much use for such a thing, however it was a huge success with the muggle borns and half bloods. This was one of my first steps into slowly doing away with the discrimination against muggle borns.

As I was tinkering with a few of the calculators and a muggle radio my company produced, I had naturally gained the curiosity of my companions. Neville and Ron were a bit confused about the muggle stuff and Hermione was asking if I frequently purchased things from the new shop selling muggle electronics. The reaction on her face when I told her I owned it was priceless. Of course she wanted to ask a million and one questions but I told her I couldn't answer some due to trade secrets and company property. The rune work to get magic and electricity to work while simple in hindsight, was still incredibly complex and baffling to reverse engineer.

I was back in my trunk workshop, using the enchanting tools to draw small runes along circuit boards, the standard ones for electricity and magic cohesion. Then I moved onto the power adapters where I tested numerous prototype schemes for converting magic into electricity. A few singed eyebrows and fried circuitry later I had cracked it, I sent the designs off to the company manager and was informed that they were working on producing and marketing magic to muggle adapters, as well as upgrading the old stock.

After that I started experimenting with other rune schemes and applying permanent charms. This took up until the beginning of Winter but by the end of it my electronics were now fire proof, water proof, resistant to degradation, lighter and were much more durable in general. I could've applied shrinking and growing charms, but trying to shrink and grow complex rune schemes causes them to break down after a certain size is reached. All these runes tied together in a big complex sequence looked like its own circuitry. I had a circuit board within a circuit board.

That sparked another idea! which also distracted me from my main goal, this super genius mind was both a blessing and a curse. I started drawing all sorts of runes onto parchment, big complex rune schemes onto one page of parchment. The entire thing looked like someone trying to draw a circuit board while on LSD, however after a week I had managed it! I got DOOM to run on a single page of parchment.

After that cute little side project I made a piece of parchment drawn to look like a keyboard. The rune schemes allowed you to link the paper keyboard with a another blank sheet and then actually type up words using it! I had it sent off and the company was currently experimenting with what else could be done with it. (I was also told they were working on getting a contract so they could sell DOOM to the wizards).

With all this work in getting the foundations laid I could finally move on to creating my glasses. The original E.D.I.T.H had nano tech among other things to allow complex electronics in a small compact form. I had to first create my own tiny little circuit board on which I could inscribe runes onto. The enchanter is able to inscribe them on a near microscopic level so it wasn't too much of a hassle, though it was a practice in patience since only the basic schemes could be done automatically. I managed to encase the finished circuitry within the frames of the glasses, this made it a tiny bit bulky but it really wasn't that noticeable. There were also runes carved on the frame itself to allow for more computation and to make them durable, I had anti-summoning charms as well as a blood lock so they wouldn't turn on for anyone else. I managed to tweak the anti-summoning charm to ignore my magical signature so I could summon them, which required another late night of enchanting.

I had gotten a laptop sent over from the company, with my new research done into rune schemes they had started branching off into more complex devices. It only needed a few modifications to play nice and once that was done I connected it to my glasses where I could actually write the software. Because the hardware actually had coding in the forms of runes I was able to sync up the digital coding with the physical allowing all kinds of bullshit to be done. The lens were LCD's and thanks to the runes in the frames I could connect the lenses to the circuitry without issue.

After a few trials and error with the coding and working out software bugs AND converting the arithmancy for certain spells into code and then having that code work on a touch screen surface I had, finally, done it. Version 1.0 of my bullshit magic science glasses.

Putting them on after all the sleepless nights and actually having them work felt fucking amazing. They did a brief scan of the surrounding area and they had a HUD displayed, the lens were charmed to only show it from the wearers side, so no one else would see it. I could scan for heat signatures, it displayed time, the weather, location AND the most grueling process of all it could scan MAGIC!

Fuck you gods I made my own mage sight! it still had a few kinks to work out, Hogwarts being absolutely saturated with magic meant turning on that mode blinded me. BUT, technically it could be done. I'd add new features as I go, but for now I went about life proud of my achievement.

I got a few comments on the new pair of glasses I was rocking but other than that everything resumed, of course by the time I had finished it was nearly time for CHRISTMAS!

The term ended and Hermione said she was going to stay with her parents, and Neville with his Gran. Me and Ron bid them both farewell and promised to send them something for the holidays. I managed to finish any of the school work assigned within the first day and much to Ron's frustration I made him do it to. Afterward we were free for the next two weeks to cause all manner of mischief, I took Ron with me exploring the castle talking about the life it held and how it was constantly twisting and changing. We found a few new passageways and empty rooms and one day during the evening we entered a room that I could feel a strange magical signature from.

"Just looks like a regular door to me, mate." Spoke Ron.

"It's not the room itself that feels weird, its... something inside it." I say as I approach the door.

"Well Dumbledore didn't say anything about this corridor being off limits so it can't be that bad" Ron turns slightly to look at me, I place my hand on the door handle.

"Should we go in?" I ask, Ron looks at me and then smiles, "Gryffindor's charge head first yeah?". I smile back "Yeah", with that I gently open the door.

As I look inside I don't see anything of interest, I enter fully with Ron entering behind me. "Well there's no ghouls or creeps in here"

"Ghouls aren't even that bad, I have one that lives in the attic. He doesn't do much... just sits around and wails." states Ron as he looks around, I hear him move to the other side of the room before he exclaims "Bloody hell!"

I turn quickly, immediately on guard, "Ron are you okay? what's-" I see Ron just standing in front of... a mirror? "Harry are you seeing this?!" he exclaims.

As I approach him I ask "what? you mean the mirror?"

"No the reflection, look!" As Ron says that I see an image take form in the mirror.

It's me.

I don't mean myself as I am now, I mean ME . My very first life, I thought I'd never see that face again, as I move the reflection mirrors me. My old body, my old life... just what is this? My train of thought is interrupted by an old man speaking.

"Ah, I was wondering who set off the wards to this Room. Hello, mister Potter, mister Weasley" Me and Ron both jump and turn around to see Dumbledore, dressed in red and green robes.

"Uh, we aren't in trouble sir? are we?" asks Ron. Dumbledore smiles, his eyes twinkling.

"Not at all my boy, the fault is mine. I should've taken more precaution when storing this item, even if this is just its temporary home" Dumbledore explains.

"What exactly is it sir? I know its a mirror but.." I ask trailing off.

"This is the mirror of Erised, it shows your hearts deepest desire. While it sounds harmless at first, many men have wasted away staring at it. Unable to look away and accept reality." At hearing this Ron suddenly turns from amazed to slightly fearful, "y'know maybe it isn't that great actually."

Dumbledore merely chuckles, "Indeed. It is said that someone who is pleased with every facet of his life, who is the happiest person in the world, would look at it and simply see their reflection." All 3 of us turn to stare at the mirror.

"What do you see sir?" asks Ron.

"Someone very close to me and... a pair of warm fluffy socks." Dumbledore replies, with a hint of sadness to his tone.

"What about you Harry?"

"Someone who I thought I'd never see again."

After that Dumbledore makes us promise to never return to the room and seek out the mirror, the rest of the week goes by until finally, it is CHRISTMAS!

Both myself and Ron rush down into the dorm room to see presents laying under the tree with our names on them. The ancient one had gotten me a journal written by a Norse man , the journal had accounts of Thor and Loki and the tales they would tell to his village. I had gotten a Weasley sweater from Molly, Hermione had gotten me a book about hieroglyphs and how to use them in runes, Neville had gifted me a copy of a journal that was penned by a Longbottom who fought alongside a Potter in the war against Grindelwald.

As me and Ron were enjoying our presents I finally noticed one small parcel sitting in the corner with my name on it, I read the note attached to it.

Your father left this in my possession before he died. It is time it was returned to you. Use it well. A very merry Christmas to you.

No sender was named, but I knew who it was.

"What's that you have Harry?" asked Ron, I simply replied "An old family heirloom".

After that we attended the Christmas feast, the food was amazing and I was a bit sad that I would only be able to eat this once a year. I made a reminder to thank the house elves later. Dumbledore stands and makes an announcement and wishes us all a merry Christmas and happy Yule, the atmosphere for the rest of the day is jolly.

Later that evening I'm making my way up to the Headmaster's office by myself. I have my cloak tucked under my clothes, I noticed at first that its magic had that same cold feeling as the stone once did. However as soon as I touched it, its magic immediately reached out to mine similar to how a wand does, it recognized me of being Peverell blood and having Death's touch. Since then the cloak has become very... possessive of me. It's magic is warm and comforting but whenever I leave it in my trunk it immediately reappears next to me. The stone does this as well but the cloak is way more clingy.

As I come to the gargoyle in front of the office it immediately slides out of the way, guess I'm expected. I make my way up the stairs, knock on the door and once given permission, enter.

I'm greeted by a smiling Albus who seems to be dressed as Santa clause, minus the hat.

"Harry my boy, what can I do for you?" Albus gently asks, I return his smile and answer

"I just wanted to thank you for your gift headmaster, and to discuss a few things of importance with you." Albus gestures for me to take a seat and I do.

I pull out my cloak and gently lay it on the desk before speaking, "I came across another of 'his' items, I managed to 'cleanse' it using the same method as the one from my forehead, but then I noticed the item he had used." Albus gets a bit alarmed at hearing me state this so plainly, I feel him cast a few spells to ensure I'm not being possessed or influenced. Once I come back clean he motions for me to continue.

I take the ring off my finger and place it on the desk, both the stone and the cloak feel a bit upset that they're not in my possession but I'm still close enough for them to not kick up a fuss. Albus runs the elder wand over the ring, checking for any malicious magics. I hear all 3 of the hallows sing at finally being in each others presence again. Albus notices it to, he holds his wand in both hands looking puzzled before addressing me.

"While I detected no foul magics lingering on the ring, my wand seems to have recognized something within it" I gesture toward the ring, "check the jewel on the ring sir."

Albus picks up the ring and turns it to look at the stone within, he sees the Peverell coat of arms and his eyes go wide. "Harry, is this?" he looks at me, I simply nod.

He places the ring down, then he places his wand on the desk. I can almost see the magic of all 3 hallows dancing along the air, intertwining with each other, singing .

Albus leans back in his chair, getting a faraway look in his eyes. "I once spent my youth foolishly chasing the hallows, it cost me greatly and I swore I'd never pursue them again. But to have all 3 in front of me is something I would have never thought possible." Albus then looks at me.

"Harry my boy, you must tell no one of what these artifacts truly are. Many people have killed and been killed for them, not just the wand, but the stone and cloak also." Albus states with a grave tone to his voice, I simply nod then I pick up the ring and take the stone out of its setting.

"I tested it when I first found it, I wanted to see if the stories were true." I speak, Albus hangs onto my every word.

"I thought, surely something as powerful and all encompassing as death, wouldn't show up for just 3 dudes and give them a few knick knacks." I feel a slight indignation come from the hallows at being referred to as 'knick knacks', I struggle to not show my amusement.

"So when I held the stone I thought, 'who should I summon?' and then I got possibly my most brilliant and foolish idea, I summoned death itself." Albus stiffens at my words and his face is completely neutral betraying no emotion, however I can feel his magic coil in worry and anxiety. I continue on,

"It wasn't as bad as you think, death is actually a very pleasant... person? being, to converse with. The original story differs from the legend anyhow, the hallows were made by the Peverells and then blessed by Death, however their true potential was locked behind trials that needed to be completed. Needless to say none of the brothers accomplished that". I speak while running my fingers over the black stone in my hand, its magic singing to me. I look back at Albus who seems to be thinking heavily on my words.

I place the stone down on the desk and slide the empty ring back onto my finger, "Ever since then I've noticed the Hallows seem to like me, Every time I try and leave them in my trunk they reappear next to me." I state.

Albus finally speaks, with a calm tone "My boy, you must have something very special about you for death's hallows to take a liking toward you. But still, please my boy, do not seek out anymore of his Horcruxes alone." I rub the back of my head nervously and reply "Sorry! I didn't really plan for it, it just sort of happened" I tell a slight lie when I say that.

Albus simply nods, I grab my cloak but leave the stone as I stand up. As I start to walk away Albus calls me "Harry, what about the stone?" he asks.

I look back and smile "I'm sure there's someone you'd like to see again sir, even if its only for a short while. Don't worry about returning it, it'll find its way back at me." I notice how Dumbledore's eyes grow wet and he calls to me one last time as I leave through the door. "Harry, I... Thank you my boy, truly, thank you."

I smile "Merry Christmas headmaster". Then I leave.

The evening turns to night and I notice that the stone has returned to is place on my ring, I've settled into bed and am trying to fall asleep... but failing. Ron's snores alert me that he does not have the same problem. I can't stop thinking about what I saw in the mirror, it was the reflection of my first life, but I am happy with who I am now, so why would that be my desire? In fact I didn't even feel any compulsion of want at all when looking at it, I just felt uneasy.

I decide that laying here thinking about it will do no good, so I quickly gather my cloak and wand then set out through Hogwarts. After wandering the halls and avoiding a few patrols I find myself in front of the door to the mirror. I remember Albus said he had placed wards to alert him if the room was entered, I run my wand along the door frame and guide my magic toward the wards with the intention of freezing them. Once I feel them take I open the door with a quick Alohomora.

As the door closes behind me I tuck my cloak back into my clothes and approach the mirror, it's still showing the image of my first life. I get closer trying to figure out what it means, I blink once and then I notice... my eyes in the reflection are blood red. I freeze, my reflection mirrors me... but then it smiles

As quick as lightning its arm reaches out and grabs mine, I struggle, trying to pull back but its grip is tight. Then with a hard yank I'm pulled toward the mirror, I expect to crash into it but instead I find myself flying through the air until landing upon a cold stone floor. I quickly get up and turn around expecting a fight but I am greeted with nothing.

I notice that the mirror in front of me is not the mirror of Erised. It's a plain old regular mirror, it's dusty, grimy and I can barely see my reflection through the filth. It's then I notice how cold the room is, I let my magic flare out and I can't feel Hogwarts anymore. I look around and notice the room I'm in. The bricks are nearly black and are cold to the touch, I can see my breath in the air...

I'm not in Hogwarts

I approach the only door in the room, the wood looks old and nearly rotted, it's been left unlocked. It opens with a creak and I step out into a long dark corridor, the door slams shut behind me.

I carefully walk down the corridor, on guard with my wand out. The magic in this place feels... horrible, the closest I can describe it to is the feeling I got from the Horcrux. My sight isn't doing me much good with how dark it is, so I close my eyes and try to focus on my hearing. I can hear... screaming? I hear crying as well and sobbing. Where the fuck am I.

I open my eyes and I freeze, a dark hooded figure is at the end of the corridor. They start approaching me, I can't even see their legs moving, it's like they're just hovering toward me. I start to back away while brandishing my wand, I yell out "Who are you?!" no response. This time I aim my wand and yell "CONFRINGO!"

My magic rushes forth and emerges from my wand as a bright stream of explosive power, it rockets down the hall and impacts the figure. The brief light it provides allows me to get a better look at them for just a moment.

"That's not a person" I mutter under my breath, they are not effected by my spell and continue toward me. As they get close I start finding it harder to move, to think.

"BOMBARDA!" No effect.

"REDUCTO!" No effect.

"GLACIUS!" No effect.

"EXPLUSO!" No effect.

"AVADA K-KE AVA- avada, fuck" I can't call upon the hate needed to get that one to work, it's too late anyway. I fall to my knees, my head feels heavy. All of my bad memories start playing through my head, even the ones that aren't mine. It's only then I look up and see what the figure is... a dementor.

"Ex-Expecto E-" I can't speak anymore, the noises in my throat being replaced with sobs. Why is my occlumency not working? Having an occluded mind is suppose to protect against the effects of a dementor right?!

I feel it's cold bony hands grab my face and pull me up, it's hood rises up and I see a horrid mouth full of unnaturally jagged teeth open up. As it's jaw unhinges I see that it has no eyes. I get colder and colder. I feel a sharp tug at my very being, my magic and am overcome with horrible pain, I start to loose feeling in my body as my soul is pulled out, my point of view is getting closer to it's mouth but my head isn't moving.

I am completely consumed by fear, until suddenly that fear is replaced with...

RAGE

I let out a shout that could rival the roar of a dragon as my soul suddenly snaps back into my body, I immediately lift my hands, grab the dementors head and dig my thumbs right into where the eye sockets should be. The dementor is stunned for a moment and tries to consume my soul again, in response my magic begins coursing through my body like electricity.

My magic channels straight down into my hands with such ferocity that I start to see bright white cracks appearing all along my body. My hands are glowing brightly and I dig my fingers in harder, feeling the skull of the dementor start to crack and bend. It lets out a horrible shriek and tries to pull away but I keep a firm hold.

I feel my magic grab a hold of the dark magic binding the dementor together and I begin to pull , I feel something dark enter into my core and settle itself into me and I open my mouth again. This time instead of yelling my mouth opens wider and wider, my jaw unhinging as my void magic begins flowing through my throat. My magic reaches out again and this time it senses the presence of multiple magical signatures within the dementors torso.

Souls.

I grab them and pull, Bright lights start emerging from the throat of the dementor and exiting it entirely, only to be immediately consumed by me and their entire magic assimilated into myself. The dementor screeches and with my new increase in magical power I focus all my might into my hands, all at once the skull of the dementor gives out as it's last threads of magic are consumed by me.

It lets out a horrible wail and explodes into dark mist, I'm thrown to the floor.

I lay there panting, trying to regain myself. It takes awhile for my magic to resettle back into me and as I sit up, I see the tattered black cloak of the Dementor laying on the ground. Something in me tells me to take it, at this point I'm to exhausted to care. I pick it up and stand on shaky legs. I turn around and decide to return back into the room I came from, I've had enough of this place, I make sure to lock the door behind me and I approach the grimy mirror hanging on the wall.

With a weak scourgify enough of the dirt falls away to allow a visible image. It's still the reflection of my first life, this time with red eyes and... they're... laughing.

"What's so funny?!" I demand, my emotional control is completely shot. My reflection just laughs harder.

"Shut up!" No change.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" My reflection is cackling now, I clench my hand and pull back a fist. With all my strength I punch the mirror and it shatters into a spider-web pattern. I pull back my fist to see blood pouring from my knuckles, my satisfaction is denied when I see tinier versions of my reflection in each individual fragment.

They're still laughing

I roar in anger and I keep punching the mirror, it does nothing other than damage my hand further. I can hear the cackling in my head now, I yell out.

"GET OUT OF MY HEAD!" This time I headbutt the mirror, I'm dazed but the pain makes the laughing stop for a brief moment. I notice blood trailing from my forehead but I'm too angry to care. I continue headbutting the broken mirror.

"GET OUT OF MY HEAD!" SLAM! My forehead impacts it again.

"GET OUT!" SLAM! my vision blurs.

"GET OUT!" SLAM! I start getting dizzy.

"GET OUT!" SLAM! something breaks and this time I'm not stopped by the mirror, I continue forward, falling over myself...

falling...

falling...

With a loud impact I hit the floor, I can't breathe, what's happened, my vision is blurry what's going on?!

"Harry! Mate are you alright, hey Harry! HARRY!" I'm snapped out of my spiral by... Ron, how did Ron get here?

I look around, I'm on the floor of the... dorms, I'm in my pajamas, I'm covered in sweat but there's no blood. My skin is ghost white and I wipe the tears out of my eyes. I'm shaking and it takes me awhile to catch my breath.

"R-Ron? what- what's happening?" Ron approaches me and helps me stand onto my shaking legs, "I don't know, you started shouting in your sleep and I tried to wake you. You finally woke when you threw yourself off the bed. Are you okay?" Ron asks, his tone laced with concern.

"I... I don't... I think I'm gonna be sick" I quickly rush to the bathroom, I kneel in front of the toilet and begin emptying my stomach into it.

Ron follows me in and holds my hair back as he rubs my back, "Let it out mate, there you go. I think you should see madam Pomfrey, that doesn't look too good."

Once I stop I see what he's talking about, my vomit is this horrible black ichor, similar to the stuff that comes out of Horcruxes.

"I-I'll see her in the morning, I just, I just want to rest for now."

"Okay mate, take your time, no rush yeah? You good for now?" I nod, "Yeah I'm okay now, I just need to freshen up a bit." I say, my voice still shaky.

"Alright, just give me a shout if you need anything okay?" Ron then leaves to give me some privacy. I stand back up and make my way toward the sink, I channel my magic into a weak scourgify to clean out my mouth. Then I gargle some water just to be sure, as I wash my hands and face I feel my occlumency shields are still in place.

It was just a dream.

I let out a sigh of relief, I look up at my reflection and am half expecting it to jump out at me. But it doesn't. I notice my cloak is peaking out through my clothes, I go to tuck it back in when something else falls out. A ragged, torn, black cloak. I pick it up and hold it in my hands, it's a dementor's cloak.

It wasn't a dream.

I check in with Pomfrey but she can't find anything wrong with me. Eventually the Holidays end and school resumes Ron eventually calms down about my incident seeing as it was a once off, however Hermione takes to researching magical ailments and curses to see if she can find anything. Even the ancient one was lost as to what that whole experience meant. My friends just believe I had a fever dream, I don't correct them.

Its during one of Hermione's trips to the library that we see Hagrid looking around, trying very hard to act nonchalant... and failing terribly. We ask him what he's doing and he invites us to his shack, when we arrive we find a dragon egg on the verge of hatching.

"Hagrid! You can't keep a dragon! It'll grow bigger than your shed!" Hermione exclaims.

"Yeah, isn't your shack also made of wood? kind of a bad idea to be raising a dragon in a wooden house." Ron points out.

I just share a look with Neville. Hagrid goes to respond but is interrupted by the egg hatching, a tiny baby Norwegian Ridgeback is soon bouncing around and breathing tiny spouts of fire.

"Aw, look a' that, he recognizes his mommy he does!" Hagrid says excitedly, putting out the fires of his beard like they're not even there.

Hermione and Ron both continue trying to convince Hagrid that keeping a dragon is a bad idea. I believe the story about the hooded guy in a cloak and the game of cards is mentioned at some point, I'm not paying attention. I'm too busy staring at the dragon in bewilderment, why? Because I can understand it.

No hairy momma! Is girl! No boy!" , that's parseltongue. The little fucker is speaking parseltongue, albeit poorly but still. This raises a lot of questions, firstly how come canon Harry can't understand the dragon? Is it because he had only a partial connection to the horcrux? Whereas I completely assimilated mine and took the bloodline gifts? Is it because I absorbed two Horcruxes? Can Voldemort understand dragons? What kind of bullshit is this?!

I completely zone out what everyone is saying and instead focus on the back of my throat, I feel a slight tingle of magic as my vocal chords and tongue bend in a way that shouldn't be possible. "It's not his fault, he can't really understand you, not like I can".

"You speak! You father?" Okay there is a mental image I didn't need, Jesus Christ.

"No, it's... complicated, how about we get you some food huh? you hungry?" I'm answered by loud exclamations of food. I've noticed that the room has gone silent and everyone is staring at me in bewilderment.

"Harry..." Neville squeaks out.

I simply stare back and say "She's hungry by the way" This gets Hagrid excited who seems to be completely unaware of the tension in the room.

"Oh right, let's get little Norbert, er, Norberta fed." Hagrid begins feeding her warm chicken blood. "Hows she like that, 'Arry?"

"She's enjoying it all right." This time Ron speaks "Harry, mate..."

"Oh, wha' about this one?" Hagrid then switched to another bottle and lets Norberta taste it.

"She says she prefers the chicken but she likes that one to." I reply, still ignoring the comments from everyone else.

Hermione, bless her heart, has no knowledge of parseltongue or Tom's ability to speak it at all. So she simply exclaims excitedly, "Harry you can talk to dragons? Is it a spell? can I do it to?"

Trying my best to not crush her hopes and dreams I reply, "Uhh, no spell I'm aware of. I could always speak to reptiles, I've only spoken to snakes, didn't know it extended to dragons as well."

"Oh, do you think that you could ask some snakes a few questions for me? Oh! what if we interviewed an Ashwinder! A magical snake must have some interesting insight about magic!" Hermione continues on with her idea about interviewing magical reptiles, once she calms down a bit Neville speaks up.

"Harry, It's very 'rare' for people to speak to snakes." I decide to play dumb "What really? I thought it was just a wizard thing, talking to animals sounds like something a wizard would do." Hermione agrees with my statement, Ron replies "No, It was said the Slytherin himself could do it... and his descendants. Mainly, You-Know-Who..."

"Wait so you can't do it, at all?" I say still keeping the light tone to my voice.

"Uh, no mate"

"Huh... sounds like a skill issue to me." I say with cheek in my tone, Ron lets out a "wot?" and Hermione playfully swats my head. I had been using the term constantly and it's become something of an inside joke within our group.

With that little exchange the conversation moves on, eventually we leave Hagrid's hut while trying to find a way to smuggle Norberta up the astronomy tower, where Charlie Weasley can take her to a sanctuary.

"Oh we can just use my cloak." I say, I get 3 strange looks.

I pause then pull up my shirt, Hermione blushes, Neville covers his face and Ron freezes in bewilderment, as they think I'm about to strip down. I give them an amused smile and simply pull out my cloak from its spot under my shirt.

After recovering Hermione asks, "Harry, what is that?" instead of replying I wrap it around myself, my entire body below the neck disappears.

"Wicked! How'd you get an invisibility cloak?" Ron asks, "Yeah, aren't they expensive?" Neville follows up.

"It's actually a Potter family heirloom, it used to belong to my father. It's handed down to the Heir of the family." I state.

"Don't the enchantments wear off after a while? Also most invisibility cloaks look more like an disillusionment spell, rather than true invisibility." Neville continues.

I simply shrug "One of my ancestors must just been insanely smart and discovered some ancient form of magic, or maybe he summoned a demon. Who knows." I say trying to get a reaction, Neville seems taken aback by that last comment. Until he realizes I'm joking.

Later on that week our plan goes off without a hitch, I make sure to tell Norberta not to bite the fiery haired one. Hagrid is very upset and bids her goodbye, I translate Norberta's response of 'Bye hairy momma'. This causes him to start weeping.

For the rest of the week I attend class and place a mail order for some Demiguise hair, a bit pricey but well within my limits thanks to my steady income. The night it arrives I immediately get to work sowing up the holes in the dementors cloak, I also make sure to weave the hair through the cloak in it's entirety as well. After that's done the cloak has gone from, old ragged piece of cloth to a rough, coarse cloak.

The demiguise hair does in fact disillusion the dementor cloak, but its much more noticeable compared to my cloak. The next day I go down to the Hogwarts stables and start grooming the Thestrals, they're usually docile and due to my connection with Death they've really taken a liking to me. Half my time there is me playing with them, they're pretty cute for skeleton-bat-horses. I collect their hair from the brush I was using, then I take it back to my trunks workshop to sew it into the Dementors cloak.

I'm following the book Death had given me about the Peverells, it contains details on how they made the original Hallows before Death had blessed them. I'm hoping that by recreating cloak I can figure out how to complete its trial. I get the thestral hair sewn into the cloak, it adds an extra layer to the disilussionment and also gives it a slight sparkle on the interior. Now the last thing on my agenda is unicorn hair, so I'll sneak out into the forest, find the unicorn herd that's in the area, comb their tails, collect the hair and done. What's the worse that could happen?

It's not until I'm standing in the forest at the dead of night that I realize, I. Am. An. Idiot. I'm in a clearing, right across from me is a hunched over figure approaching an injured unicorn. Quirrelmort. By this point he's been preying on the unicorn herd for awhile, but I'll be damned if I let him kill another one.

I steady myself, take aim with my wand and with a silent thought, my magic rushes forth in a powerful Confringo!

Quirrelmort goes flying, but soon recovers and takes notice of me. I'm keeping myself covered to not reveal my face, we begin trading spells. Quirrel is using stunners, trying to stay under the radar and not alert the aurors with a dead person. I however, am not under such restriction. I send mixes of reducto's confringo's depulso's and a few bombarda's.

One of my reducto's manages to catch him on the shoulder, leaving a sizzling burn and the crackling of electricity in the air. He hisses and decides to rush me in a physical assault, I keep firing spells. Even if Quirrel were to grab me he would immediately burn up due to Lily's protection tied to the blood wards at the Pottery.

Before Quirrelmort reaches me, an arrow flies past his head. A centaur emerges from the foliage to the side, Quirrelmort changes tactics and flees into the night.

The centaur approaches me, "It is not safe for you here, A dark and terrible monster has been roaming the trees, preying on the lives within. I shall guide you back to your castle, I am called Firenze." I look over to the Unicorn on the ground, it's still alive.

"There is nothing that can be done for it, its wounds are fatal, I'm afraid" Firenze says somberly.

"I have to try" I reply, I make my way to the unicorn, Firenze follows but does not make to stop me. I kneel in front of the unicorn as it stares at me, I wonder how it would react to my connection with Death, as it is currently I think it's too close to the other side to notice.

I gather my magic into my hand, forgoing the use of a wand. I place them around the opening of the wound, I let my magic soak into the tissues of the unicorn. Then I call upon a part of my magic I had not made much use of yet, parsel magic. Using the memories from Voldemort I am able to recall the healing properties and spells used by parseltongues. I speak the incantation,

"I call upon the magic's of the Jörmungandr, the ever lasting cycle. Rewind back and let the old become new, the sick become healthy. I command magic to heal thy wounds and relive you of your pain" My magic responds in an interesting way, it still carries that hint of void but now a new part of it has... woken up? I can only describe my magic as slithering like a snake, it slithers in between the cells and pulls them together like a needle and thread.

Slowly the wound closes and the excess magic is used to boost cell production, the unicorn recovers quickly. It stands up slowly and maintains its balance, it stares at me. It brings its head down and I am overcome with the urge to pet the mane, I run my hand through its mane gently petting it. When I pull my hand away I'm holding a generous clump of unicorn hair, despite the fact that there are no bald spots on the unicorns mane.

The unicorn turns to face me, it bows. I return the bow, then it gets up and leaves, returning to the depths of the forest.

"Now I see why the stars spoke excitedly of your arrival, you have accomplished something not many can" Firenze speaks up, I speak back

"I simply did what was right."

Afterward Firenze leads me back to the edge of the forest, we discuss the signs from the stars and what they mean for the future. I get the ominous warning about Mars. When I've made my way back to the dorm I head to sleep, the next night is when I get around to sewing the unicorn hair into the cloak.

Once the runes have been sewn in correctly the designs on the interior are nearly identical to the Invisibility cloak, however the material still feels rough and not smooth. With the invisibility of the dementor cloak still being of a lesser quality. It's then I move onto the final process, summoning death.

The ritual calls for a few specific requirements. A body of water, a tree of significance and a grazing herd of thestrals. The materials needed are strange and expensive as all hell, luckily I don't need all that. I have the stone.

I make my way to the black lake under moonlight, the Thestrals are out grazing and I'm sure the whomping willow is of enough significance to count. I stare at my reflection in the gentle, still waters. Then I take the resurrection stone in my hand. I turn it over, Once...Twice...Thrice.

Nothing in my environment changes, but then I notice the water begin to ripple and once it settles, My reflection is now that of a tall, pale, shrouded, woman.

"Hello again." She speaks with a soft tone and caring smile.

"Hey, how's life? er, death? You know what I mean, um, you know why I've called you right?" She simply nods, her lips parted in an amused smile.

Her reflection reaches forward until two pale hand rise from the water, I hand them the dementor's cloak and they sink back beneath the surface, cloak in hand.

I watch the reflection of the woman weaving, what looks to be darkness itself, into the threads of the cloak. Then she takes a cutting from her own robes and layers it into the cloak. Once she's done she reaches forward yet again, hands rising from the waters with a neatly folded cloak being displayed. I take it and the hands retreat.

I notice its magic is not the same as the original cloak of invisibility, before I can even ask she explains "There can only be one" I simply nod.

Before I leave I ask, "Is there no hint you can give me? I assume I was right with the cloak thing considering you actually did it for me." She speaks with a soothing tone.

"You only have 1 task left to complete." I lean forward in anticipation, she continues "You must face yourself". With that the waters ripple again and my reflection returns to normal. Despite the cryptic meaning, I understand exactly what she meant. I am not looking forward to it.

I'm sitting in the library with my boys (and girl) just chilling and vibing, totally not ignoring the hint Death had given me, nope.

"Here it is! Nicolas Flamel is said to have been credited with the creation of the Philosophers stone" Hermione exclaims, this immediately catches my attention. Before I have the chance to think, Ron speaks.

"So that must be what Snape was trying to get from the forbidden corridor.",

Neville asks "But why would Snape want the philosophers stone?"

"Does it matter? The man's a greasy git, probably wants it for all sorts of horrible reasons." Ron states.

Okay when the fuck did the plot start progressing? Have I really been that oblivious? I ask, "Guys, why are you looking into the third floor corridor?"

All 3 of them look at me bewildered, Neville explains. "We explained when we were visiting Hagrid remember? How we saw Snape limping from the third floor when we went to check on you after the troll, how Hagrid told the shady guy in the pub how to tame a Cerberus, weren't you listening?"

"I was uh... busy talking to the dragon." Ron snorts and Hermione shakes her head, "Honestly Harry. Neville highlighted all the key points anyway, so you're all caught up"

"Okay but why do we think it's Snape?" Ron gives me a strange look, "Because he was the one checking the corridor when everyone else was busy?, we... we just said that."

"He was checking it to make sure Quirrel hadn't taken the stone." I state, all 3 of them are looking at me weird now. "Harry, why would Quirrel want the stone?" Neville asks.

"Because he's being possessed by the shade of Voldemort, that's why he's suddenly talking with a stutter and wearing that turban. He's trying to appear helpless to trick everyone." Hermione looks at me in shock, "Harry, what are you talking about?"

"I thought you guys knew, Quirrel took a trip to Albania last year. The whole faculty was talking about how he must've been attacked by a vampire, but a lot of Voldemort's initial death eater ranks came from Albania. Where else would he have retreated after being defeated all those years ago?"

Needless to say, I've completely stunned everyone. "What..?" Neville mutters, I continue on "Not to mention how you can hear Quirrel talking to himself sometimes, saying things like 'soon my lord' and 'the stone will be left unguarded'" Hermione eventually gathers herself and replies.

"Regardless of 'who' is going after the stone, we know they'll be making their move before the year ends." The other 2 nod at that, I ask

"There's no talking you guys out of this, is there?" Ron replies with a smile, "Nah mate."

Despite my opinions on letting school children face down the wraith of a dark lord, the universe seems to be conspiring against me. By late June the headmaster gets a notice
from the ministry asking for his immediate appearance, this just so happens to be when the floo network is disabled and Fawkes is recovering from his burning day. This means Albus must travel via broom and leave the stone unattended. Quirrelmort takes this time to strike, I'm woken by Neville and Ron telling me that a sensor Hermione had left at the 3rd floor corridor had been tripped.

I leave a letter with Hedwig with the instruction to deliver it to Mcgonagall in 15 minutes. I make sure to bring my dementor cloak thing with me, after all with the blood protections in place, its not Voldemort I'm worried of facing.

We're all huddled under my cloak, peering in to the room to see 'Fluffy' being serenaded by an enchanted harp. We waste no time going down into the trap door.

"Gah, what the bloody hell is this?!" Ron cries as he lands in the devils snare, instead of answering I loudly exclaim.

"LUMOS MAXIMA!"

A bright blinding light fills the chamber and the plant quickly retreats. Neville is left blinking spots out of his eyes, "Jeez Harry you could've warned us."

"Consider it payback for interrupting my beauty sleep."

Next up is the key room, Obviously I could bombarda the door down, use an arresto momentum on the keys or numerous other things to bypass this puzzle. Instead I hand Ron the broom and tell him, "It's the rusty key with the dodgy wing we want, the other keys are all charmed to chase you down. Good luck!" Ron, despite the possibility of harm, is very overjoyed to let his inner quidditch fanatic out. He lets out hollers of joy as he sails around the chamber and we make it in to the next room without getting impaled by angry keys.

Next up is the chess set, Ron and surprisingly Neville both strategize together. Resulting in a victory where no one has to make the sacrifice play. After that we move in to a room with a very dead troll.

"I feel the need to point out that these rooms were designed by a member of staff and that this is Quirrels room. The fact that his room contains a troll and that he was the one to loudly announce the presence of a troll on Halloween, speaks volumes." Ron gives a shrug that roughly translates to 'If the shoe fits' while Hermione seems to ponder on it.

To our shock, Neville approaches the very dead troll with... gloves? and immediately begins harvesting parts of it.

"NEVILLE! What are you doing?!" shouts Hermione. He replies with

"I wanna test out the effects troll parts have on compost quality, I've heard that certain parts can be used to strengthen the effects of magical plants when used as fertilizer." Hermione and to a lesser extent Ron, are taken aback by his willingness to tear apart a corpse. It's always the quiet ones.

Neville looks back and asks, "Do any of you want a piece?" Hermione and Ron both shake their heads violently, I pull out a shrunken pouch, un-shrink it, then hand it to Neville along with a disemboweling knife.

"I've read that the marrow is good for growing nightshades, get some for me will you?" Neville takes the items and nods his head very enthusiastically before continuing.

Hermione shoots me a very pointed look, "Hey! He offered!" I state in my defense. She merely sighs and we move on while Neville brutally renders down the flesh of the fallen.

We make it into the fire room, Hermione quickly disassembles the poem and figures out which potion we need to progress. "There's only enough for one person." she says.

"Hmm, I say Harry goes" Ron speaks. "RON!" Hermione exclaims in shock, Ron rephrases quickly "I didn't mean like that Hermione! Harry is the most skilled when it comes to combat, we both saw what was left of that troll on Halloween. Out of everyone in this room, Harry is probably the most prepared for whatever is next." Hermione frowns and concedes to his logic. She hands me the potion, before she does she grabs me in a tight hug.

"You better come back alive Harry, or I swear to god!". I return the embrace, "I'll be fine, I promise." She lets go muttering "You better".

Ron, also gives me a quick hug and a "stay safe mate, I don't think I can manage her without you." I snort, while Hermione playfully punches his arm.

"I left a note with Hedwig to deliver to Mcgonagall 15 minutes after we left, just hang tight okay?" I down the potion in one gulp. "Also you should probably make sure she doesn't stumble upon Neville covered in troll guts." With that I step through the flames.

I come to the top of a staircase in a chamber with dark moody lighting, the only thing of notice being the mirror of Erised at the far end and Quirrel pacing in front of it.

I slowly descend down the steps, "So does this mean I don't have to hand in that 5 page essay on vampires?" Quirrel, quick as the wind, turns around wand raised.

"Ah Mister Potter, I should've known you'd be here after that night in the woods." He states in a cool tone.

"Honestly the thing that tipped me off was the stutter, a bit too phoned in. But other than that excellent work! Very misleading, everyone else thought it was Snape." I say coming to a standstill at the bottom of the stairs.

"Yes he does seem the type doesn't he? Next to him who would suspect, P-p-poor s-s-stuttering p-professor Quirrel." He speaks making sure to put emphasis on the stutter.

He turns back toward the mirror, not deeming me a threat. "Now... what does this mirror do? I see myself holding the stone! But how do I get it?!" suddenly a voice, both quiet as a whisper, yet loud and demanding, speaks.

"Use the boy..."

Quirrel snaps back around and barks "COME HERE POTTER! NOW!"

"Jesus fuck dude! I'm standing right next to you. You don't have to yell." I say strolling over to him, hands in my pockets.

I look at the mirror, It's me

"Tell me Potter, what do you see?" Quirrel demands.

"Myself"

"YOU LIE!". Before Quirrel can continue the voice speaks again, "Let me speak to him..."

"But master, you must conserve your strength!"

"I have strength enough... for this." With that Quirrel slowly unwraps his turban. He lets the cloth fall to the floor and in the reflection of the mirror I see,

Tom Marvolo Riddle, Lord Voldemort. Or what's left of him.

"Harry Potter... we meet again." I visibly grimace looking at him, whatever the hell Tom has become, it looks extremely painful.

"Jesus christ... I think I'd rather be dead, then whatever you've ended up as."

"Yesss... you've seen what I must do to survive? What I've become? Make no mistake Harry... this form is, 'limiting'. But there is nothing, NOTHING! Worse than death"

"Come Harry, give me the stone... tell me Harry, would you like to see your mother and father again? Together... we can bring them back! There is no good and evil... only power, and those too WEAK! to seek it!" Voldemort rasps out, he continues,

"Together, we'll do extraordinary things! Just give, me, the STONE!" He shouts at the end, struggling to continue. I swallow, my throat becoming dry.

"I wasn't lying, I just see myself in the mirror". Voldemort stares me down, then responds, "Yesss, but you know how to get it don't you? I can see it in your eyes!" .

Suddenly fire flares to life around the edges of the chamber, Voldemort continues "Look at the power I wield Harry! Even in this limited form! I could teach you! Show you how to use magics beyond comprehension... Just, tell me, how, to get the stone!"

I will admit, looking at him as he is, is a bit... off-putting. I back away and mask my unease by speaking, "Honestly, at this point just take the L and die, dude."

Voldemort sees through my bait, "Hah! bravery... your parents had it to... last chance Harry, TELL ME!"

I don't respond, instead I change stance summoning my wand to my hand. "Very well, KILL HIM!" Voldemort commands.

Quirrel-mort reaches for me, I roll to the side and with the assimilated memories of a past life and devoured souls, drop in to a combat stance.

A red light shoots from my wand, quickly followed by a yellow light and a purple light.

Quirrel dodges the red leg locker, he side-steps the yellow suspension charm, but the purple flesh dissolver catches his shoulder.

The shoulder of his robes is cut open, exposing sickly grey skin sizzling under the effect of my magic. He hisses in pain then draws in a deep breath. The wound knits itself closed, leaving behind an angry red scar.

He reaches his hand out, I feel the air behind me start pushing against my back with force, pushing me toward him.

I quickly cast an aguamenti then follow it up with a glacius, coating the floor in a layer of ice. I shoot out a wide area repulso, It doesn't knock him over. But it does cause him to slide backward giving me an extra few seconds.

In a split second I let loose a confringo directly into his chest, it connects and this time the force knocks him over.

His body lay still on the floor, smoking. Suddenly it jerks and stands up with unnatural movement and speed. I see the gaping hole through his rib-cage, his organs are black and shrunken. With a sickly purple heart visibly beating, black veins that seem to suck in all light flow throughout his insides. They pulse in time with his heart beat, as his ribs snap back into place and mend together, before the skin and muscles close, resealing the wound. The entire process lets out an audible squelching sound, and I feel my stomach churn in sickness.

"ENOUGH!" As Voldemort yells a ring of fire blooms to life around me, Quirrel steps through the flames unharmed and uses my momentary distraction to grab me by the throat.

I feel him squeeze with enhanced strength, My throat would begin to cave in if I hadn't been enhancing myself. I quickly make eye contact with Quirrel, I send out a mental probe, bombarding his mind with the images of the void. His grip weakens and his other hand raises to block his eyes in pain. I raise my wand and with as much effort as I can, yell "REDUCTO!".

We both go flying, Quirrel is hunched over. Recovering from the simultaneous mental and physical attack, my wand went flying in the struggle so its now or never.

I quickly get up and close the distance between us, as Quirrel begins to stand I jump onto his back and place my hands right on the Voldemort tumor growing from his head.

A horrible wail fills the air and my hands begin to burn, I grit my teeth and adjust my grip, I keep one hand on Voldemort and reach the other around to Quirrels face. My finger finds his eye socket and the contact causes it to burst open from heat, the blood and eye juice evaporates upon contact with my skin. But it still burns.

Both Quirrel and Voldemort are screaming as the smell of charred flesh and ash assaults my nostrils at full force. I think I'm screaming to at this point, but with the combination of the burning pain, the horrid smell and Deathly wails, I'm completely overwhelmed. Quirrel's body begins to visibly crack and collapse until a bright light begins shining through from deep within.

I try and reach my magic out to pull as many memories as I can from both Quirrel and Voldemort, but am unable to concentrate on the specifics. Soon enough light grows brighter until Quirrel explodes in a cloud of embers, I'm sent skidding across the floor, the stone work leaving scrapes across my back. Scrapes that would've been wounds had I not assimilated the trolls durability.

I slowly stand, channeling my magic to heal my injuries while trying to make sense of the incomplete memory copy. However from the pile of ash and robes that is Quirrel, a dark mist begins escaping. It forms into Voldemorts face and charges at me while screaming, I'm too slow and I feel it fly through my body in a last ditch attempt to either kill or possess me. I fall back down as the wraith of Tom Riddle flees into the night.

It feels like someone ripped out my soul, shook it around and then shoved it back into my body, ass first. I kneel on the floor, catching my breath. After a minute of recovery I stand on shaky legs and retrieve my wand from across the room, it's not damaged thankfully. I walk over to Quirrel's... remains, I pull out a bag and funnel the majority of his ashes into it. I also pocket his wand. I'm sure I'll find a use for both.

I stand up straight and take a big stretch and deep breath, my gaze falls back on the mirror. My reflection is looking at me, with its head tilted.

It's then I feel a pull from... my cloak? No, it's not my cloak, it's the other one that I feel the pull from. I pull out the 'not' hallow and hold it out, trying to look it over. I feel it jerk and it wrenches itself from my grasp and flies toward the mirror, instead of impacting the glass, it sinks into it like water. I watch the cloak wrap itself around my reflection.

Traitor.

My reflection then walks forward and steps out of the mirror .

I freeze. Not knowing what to expect I keep my wand in hand and lower into a defensive stance, as soon as I do my reflection pulls out its own wand and begins firing spells at me. I jump out of the way and soon enough the chamber becomes filled with all sorts of colors and sounds as my reflection sends out every spell that I know.

I can't even catch a fucking breather.

I'm dodging everything from leg-lockers to bone-breakers, expelliarmus to an organ liquefying curse, wingardium leviosa to an eye rotting curse. There's no rhyme or reason, no pattern or strategy. My reflection will be casting a protego shield in one moment, then trying to obliviate me the next. It's every spell I've ever learned, both assimilated and otherwise, my reflection is capable of casting. I need to end this before it starts shooting out bombardas and transfiguring the support columns holding the roof up.

I start firing back with everything I have, the room is lit up in a display of color, Hexes, jinxes, curses, charms, shields and transfigurations. Everything bar the unforgiveables is being shot out by us, they collide in the air leaving behind sheets of ice, noxious gases, open fires, black goo and all sorts of magical byproducts. The columns on the walls lose their designs as they're whittled away by magic and the floor is completely torn up. The only thing left standing and completely untouched is the mirror of Erised.

I'm surprised we haven't caved in the ceiling yet, even more surprised no one's heard us. Mcgonagall should've come down by now. Hell the wards would've alerted Dumbledore to Tom's wraith escaping, he should be on his way and sent a patronus ahead to inform the staff. So where is everyone?

We trade spells for what seems like hours, my body begins aching from all the exertion and magical exhaustion begins to set in. It's starting to hurt to breath now and my core is pounding with every use of my magic, it's time to end this.

I've tried every spell except for 3, my reflection seems to be having the same thought process as it yells out "IMPERIO!"

I sidestep the spell and return fire with a "CRUCIO!"

My reflection rolls out of the way as red lightning crackles along the floor, it quickly stands up and we both yell out at the same time.

"AVADA-"

"-KEDAVRA!"

two powerful jets of green light meet mid-air, the entire chamber is bathed in a sickly green glow as we both channel as much of our strength as we can into the killing curse.

We're both locked in an even 50/50, with the two spells beginning to form a glowing green ball of energy right where they meet.

Of course this is my reflection, so the wand they have is an exact copy of my own, so the fight between two twin wands causes a strange magical phenomena to occur,

Priori Icantatem.

The green streams of light turn golden, as a large dome of energy begins forming around us. I feel a jerk from my wand as all the prior spells I've used begin shooting out of it, the same happens with my reflection. Every spell we've cast during this battle swirls around us, it's almost blinding, a loud cacophony of color.

In a last desperate attempt I send out a pure stream of void energy down our connection. As soon as it makes contact with the golden ball of energy between it turns black.

The once golden ball of priori incantatem, has now turned into a black hole, all the spells that were circling around us are immediately pulled into it. Both myself and my reflection cut the connection and begin trying to pull away from the all consuming void.

As the last bits of magical energy get sucked in, it starts collapsing. It collapses into a bright blinding light and I'm suddenly thrown back across the room with extreme force, I slam into the wall and my entire body erupts into pain.

The magical energy from the explosion clings to my skin, it is pain in its purest form. The watered down effects of all the spells used are co-mingling along my body.

Parts of my skin freeze, other parts turn black and begin falling off, some are covered in 3rd degree burns. Other parts I can't even describe, only that its painful.

The rest of my magic reserves is spent healing and negating the effects all along myself. I've barely any magic left so the process is extremely slow, with a beaten and broken body and a drained core I look up, to see my reflection kneeling in the same position with the same injuries.

It's jarring to see the face of a past life so broken and bloody, the only thing I can do is shout, so that is exactly what I begin doing.

"WHY?! Why won't you stay dead?!" I yell, my reflection only stares.

"WE'RE DEAD DON'T YOU GET IT?! I'm Harry now! My old life is finished! IT'S OVER!" My reflection continues with its silent stare.

"OUR BODY IS LONG GONE! OUR OLD LIFE IS GONE! EVERYONE WE KNEW, THEY'RE...they're..." I trail off. Being dead means the worries of life no longer troubles you, however coming back to life opens you up to all those old worries and thoughts.

With little to no magic left and a beaten body, I don't have the strength to push back the tidal wave of grief that slams through me. All my friends, my family, I'm never going to see them again. A few might be waiting in the after-life, but some might've reincarnated. It's been an eternity since my old life, how many have waited? how many are left?

I let out a painful howl as I curl into myself, those moments with my old family are gone. I'm never going to go downstairs to see my mother sitting out in the garden again, I'll never be able to have a night out with my friends, talking and laughing, I'll never see their smiling faces, still young and full of life. The only thing I have left of them is a burning memory.

I look up through wet blurry eyes to see my reflection, silently weeping as well. It's then that it clicks in my mind.

I stand up on shaky legs and my reflection mirrors me, we both shamble to the center of the room, facing each other. It takes special care to avoid the various craters left along the floor but we manage.

I don't speak, I simply offer my hand. My reflection accepts it, and we pull each other into an embrace. My reflection dissolves into a bright light that absorbs into me, I feel a sense of peace I hadn't known I missed settle in my soul.

The only thing left of my reflection is the 'Not Hallow' cloak lying on the ground. As I go to pick it up I feel my own cloak jump out from its hiding spot and onto the floor, a bright light momentarily blinds me and when I look down, I see an elegant robe neatly folded up.

I take it in my hand and examine it, It has the same golden stitching of the invisibility cloak. The outside looks darker than the blackest night and the inside shimmers and flows like water. It jumps from my hands and onto my body, I feel my arms slide right into the sleeves as it closes the collar around my neck. I turn toward the mirror of Erised, I see my reflection. My actual reflection this time, wearing the elegant robe.

Sure it's cool but wearing a robe on top of a robe seems uncomfortable, as soon as I think this the robe vibrates and begins to change shape. It morphs into an exact replica of the house cloak, the bright Gryffindor sigil glowing on the back. Okay it can change shape, that's handy. I pull up the hood from the back and as it slides over my face I see my entire body go invisible.

Okay now that's cool. I don't even have to cover my entire body with it, by putting the hood up it renders my whole being completely unsee-able. I try shouting and stomping my foot, I can hear my voice but there is no echo from the chamber, and my stomps are silent. Completely undetectable by any means necessary, just as death said.

I'm loathe to take it off now, but I can't imagine the cloak would appreciate hanging around my shoulders while I use the bathroom. I feel a sense of amusement from it, then it turns into a black mist that absorbs into my skin and through my pores. I feel a warm layer of magic wrap around and bind itself to my soul, I feel a slight tingling on my left hand and I see a small black triangle tattooed onto the back of my hand.

'Okay that's really handy' I think. Then I snort aloud at the unintentional pun. I turn my attention back toward the mirror, I frown. "You were a pain in my ass" After saying that I aim my wand and shoot out a bombarda. The enchantments around the mirror have been knackered thanks to the showdown earlier, my bombarda completely ruins them and the mirror shatters. A small red stone comes out of the mirror and bounces across the floor before coming to a stop.

"I forgot about you! Accio!" With that said the stone flies into my open hand, I hold it up trying to get a better look at it under differing angles.

It's a fake.

I smile, Dumbledore you magnificent bastard. With that I drop the stone and bring my foot down upon it, it shatters into a red sand that scatters across the floor. "Well, that was fun. Let's hope I never have to do anything like that again... who the fuck am I kidding." I turn to finally leave, but then my fatigue catches up to me. I stumble, before clumsily kneeling down to sit on the floor.

"Okay...Okay how about I rest here for a bit?" I say to myself, starting to get scatter brained as my exhaustion deepens. I cast a tempus and to my shock, barely any time has passed since I entered the chamber. I know for a fact the fight with my reflection was at least an hour. I do not have time to ponder this, as I lie down backwards and let sleep take me.

Finally my time has come, I will take the first step toward transcending mortality. No one but that old fool Dumbledore suspects my true intentions, they all easily bought my lie about that half giant. The fake body I left behind was enough to fool the Aurors, I still required her corpse for the ritual. I've used my reputation as prefect to ensure I won't be bothered during my patrols, as I slip into the girls bathroom and face toward the sink, I speak,

"Open"

The entrance reveals itself and although I am loathe to use that disgusting slide, time is of the essence. Reaching the bottom I cast scourgify to clean myself of filth, if only it was easy enough to clean the school with a simple incantation as well. However pondering on what ifs will get me nowhere, I have work to do.

I enter into the main chamber, a ritual circle has been prepared in the center, lying within is the still fresh corpse of the Warren girl. The modifications I've made to the ritual have been checked more times than I care to count, my arithmancy is never off but it does not hurt to be safe. Especially when undergoing a delicate procedure such as this. I walk toward the head of the ritual circle, there is a smaller circle within, I take out my diary from my robes and place it on the smaller circle. The enchantments I've made to the pages ensure it will become a perfect vessel.

I walk to the foot of the ritual circle, as I do I shed my robes until I'm completely uncovered letting the runes I've carved into my skin be seen on full display. I kneel within another smaller circle, the potion I forced down the throat of the corpse has matured within the stomach and is now ready.

I start chanting, the air grows cold as I continue and the candles along the circle light up in a sickly green glow. I feel a slight pain within my chest, I feel no remorse for what I have done so the damage to my soul has not repaired itself. As my chanting grows louder I feel my magic dig itself into the scar on my soul and rip it open, wider. It hurts, but anything worth doing requires sacrifice. It is then a dagger of glowing ethereal light manifests in front of me, I grasp it within my hand then I drive it into the chest of the corpse, the dagger greedily absorbs the blood as I continue to peel back the skin and crack through the ribs. I reach into the rib-cage and pull out the heart, the veins on it have turned a sickly black color due to the potion. I waste no time, I bring it toward my mouth and I bite into it.

Juices squirt out but I continue ripping and tearing the tough flesh with my teeth. Doesn't taste as bad as I had expected. As I consume the warped organ I feel the fracture on my soul deepen, Once the entire heart has been consumed I make an incision further along the lower abdomen. I pull back the layers of flesh and muscle and extract the stomach, I see the remains of the potion within and I begin drinking it from the stomach itself, I swallow undigested remnants and bile along with it, but I do not falter. Once the last drops of liquid have been consumed I begin biting into the stomach itself and eating it. I feel the runes carved into my body light up and a thin thread of magic forms connecting me and the diary.

the fractures on my soul deepen until a perfect 1/7th of my soul completely breaks away and begins funneling itself into the diary. As the fragment leaves me my skin grows pale and a fierce hunger overcomes me, I begin tearing into the corpse with my bare hands, greedily biting and consuming chunks of flesh. I bite and gnash and gnaw until the corpse is a bloody pile of bones, loosely connected via thin strips of muscle. My unnatural hunger fades away, there is only one step left now.

The ethereal dagger glows with a fierce brightness, I grasp it firmly in both hands before pointing the blade toward me. I take a deep breath and I impale myself all the way unto its hilt. The pain is overwhelming and I feel the fractured part of my soul become permanently separate from myself, then my vision goes black.

When I awake I feel it, the diary. I can feel myself within it, my skin is slightly paler and from the reflections in the water I can see my eyes have taken a more reddish tint. I'm covered in the viscera of the girl, however despite my state, I begin laughing, I had done it! Something that hadn't been done since Herpo the foul himself first made the ritual. What I had accomplished in just my Hogwarts years has taken lifetimes for lesser wizards to achieve. My cackling echoes throughout the empty chamber.

The world will learn to fear, Lord Voldemort.

I shoot awake, sweat covering my forehead, I begin taking in deep breaths and trying not to heave. What the fuck was that?! My memory absorption has never felt like that before, I...I'm struggling to hold onto my stomach contents. I think I'm having a panic attack.

"My boy calm, deep breaths Harry, deep breaths." I look to see Dumbledore next to me, it's then I take notice of my surroundings. I'm in the hospital wing.

"S-sir what happened?" I'm still trying to gather my bearings.

"I... was about to ask you that, Harry. Imagine my surprise when I find out that there was no meeting at the ministry and that wards had been put in place around Hogsmeade, blocking apparition to the entire area including Hogwarts herself." Dumbledore takes a breath before continuing.

"I had arrived at Severus's trial within the corridor moments after Minerva and Severus himself, young miss Granger had informed me that you went ahead. I dispelled the cursed flames and found you, alone, lying within a completely destroyed chamber, suffering from the effects of many differing spells." Dumbledore looks me in the eyes.

"I also owe you an apology, twice now I have been too late to aid you in your time of need. I will not allow a third time to pass."

"It's fine sir, honestly it's more my fault for going down there anyway. Quirrel would've been stuck in that chamber all night trying to get the stone." I reply, Dumbledore still holds a look of guilt in his eyes,

I decide to change subject, "I met Quirrel down there. He was being possessed by Tom Riddle. I... I killed him" Dumbledore looks off to the side.

"Quirrel was already dead my boy, the strain of allowing another being to possess your body is rather... intense. Add to that, all the mutilations Tom had performed to his very soul and well... What you did to Quirinus could be considered a mercy. It is best not to dwell on it." Dumbledore looks back at me, his eyes holding the look of reassurance.

"After Tom's... spirit, fled, I managed to retrieve the stone. I realized it was a fake sir." My tone holds the hint of a question to it.

Dumbledore smiles with a bit of pride, "Ah yes, the Flamels and I had quite the ingenious idea of producing a decoy to take attention away from them, while luring Tom out into the open. He was so desperate to return to a body that he did not once consider, that perhaps the stone he was looking for, was fake. Currently it is believed that stone was destroyed, with the Flamels finally accepting their death. Instead they are going on an extended vacation for the next few decades." Dumbledore gestures towards the many gifts I see by my bed.

"Of course the entire school has heard about what has transpired. The current story is that Quirrel was a secret follower of the dark lord and had tried to kill you, which is not too far from the truth I find. Of course a large portion of magical Britain had also sent some form of gift, but I thought it best to forward them to your vault and instead only allow your school mates to leave their gifts with you."

"Thank you sir, by the way how are the others?" I ask. Dumbledore smiles at me "You've been asleep for 3 days as your body healed, Miss Granger was distraught and refused to leave your bedside for the first night. However both her, and messrs Weasley and Longbottom have been checking in with you every free period. I'm sure they'll be around shortly." Dumbledore stands before speaking one last time.

"I recommend you stay bedridden until Madam Pomfrey has given you the all clear, the spell damage found on you has left a few permanent scars, despite her best treatments. You would also do well to not strain your magic, you are still recovering from magical exhaustion."

"Of course sir." I reply. Dumbledores eyes twinkle and he smiles before turning away to leave. He makes it to the door before turning around, "Oh and Harry, do not be afraid to call for my help should you need it over the Summer." With that he leaves.

I start going through my gifts, taking note of all my well wishers so I can thank them personally when I get the chance. One of my ways of passing time is replying to all the fan mail that has been collecting in my vault. I also notice 3 issues of the daily prophet, sure enough they've reported the incident as 'an attempt by a stray follower of you-know-who to exact revenge for his masters defeat', I ponder on the idea of giving an interview. There is also a letter from the DMLE asking for an interview at my earliest convenience, I decide to write down an appointment for the first week of Summer holidays.

Hedwig comes flying through an open window, sensing that I have a letter. She begins fussing over me and gives me many pecks for worrying her, she finishes it off by making a big nest out of my hair and sitting in it while I feed her bits of food. Once I've apologized enough for her liking she accepts my letter and flies off to deliver it.

Madam Pomfrey returns to the room and once she sees that I'm awake, wastes no time in giving me a once over and a potions schedule to follow for the next week. Despite all that I'm clear to leave by tomorrow morning as my body is apparently "recovering remarkably fast for someone your age". I'm just built different I guess. Pomfrey returns to her other work and I go back to sorting my shit out.

My shit sorting is interrupted however when I hear.

"Harry!" Hermione comes rushing in and I am completely trapped by her embrace.

"HARRYPOTTERYOUSWOREYOUWOULDSTAYSAFEDOYOUHAVEANYIDEAHOWWORRIEDIWASWHENISAWTHESTATEYOUWEREIFYOUEVERDOTHATAGAINISWEAR-"

"H-Hermione, still sore-" She immediately pulls back as if burnt, "ohmygodareyouokaywhatamIsayingofcourseyouarentIdidnthurtanythingtoobadlydidIohHarryImsorry-"

"Hermione!" She immediately freezes, I speak "Breathe, just like that, in, and out." She gets herself under control and I continue,

"I am fine, I've been told the scarring will be minimal but there will be at least some, and no you didn't hurt me that badly at all." Then Ron and Neville both come in to stand beside her.

"C'mon Hermione, the man's only just woken up and you're already nagging him" Ron states in a joking tone, Hermione immediately shoots back with a slap to his arm "I do not nag, Ronald."

"Oh here you go Harry" Neville hands me a bag filled with troll bits, a LOT of troll bits.

"Holy shit Neville! was there anything left of that troll when you were done?" I ask, Ron follows up with "You should've seen it mate, it was bloody terrifying the way he went at it."

Hermione also adds in with a "We, uh, had to lie to Mcgonagall and tell her we found it like that." I simply reply with a snort.

"Anyway Harry how are you doing? did you get there on time?" Neville asks.

"I'm okay, you all saw what happened to the chamber right?" all three of them nod, I continue "Well when I got there I saw Quirrel, but that wasn't everything..." I pause for a moment thinking on how I should word my next statement.

"On the back of his head, underneath the turban, was the face of Voldemort." Hermione gasps, Neville pales and Ron swears.

"Yeah he hadn't died that night on Halloween, he was surviving as a wraith and Quirrel had let him use his body. He was planning on using the stone to make himself a new body and start back from where he left off 12 years ago."

Hermione asks "Can the stone even do that?".

I reply, "I'm sure it's possible, however the one down in the chamber was a fake. The whole thing was a ploy to lure Voldemort out from hiding." Ron then speaks up,

"Wait... so if we had done nothing, then...everything would've been fine and you wouldn't have gotten hurt. Aw man and you tried to talk us out of it to, I'm sorry mate."

"Really guys it's okay, honestly the whole thing was a learning experience. I know now he's not really gone, and I have a better understanding of how much I'm going to have to train if I want to beat him."

Neville gets a determined look in his eye, "And we'll be right there with you! Right guys?". Hermione and Ron both agree with him, then all 3 of them swarm me in a group hug.

"Agh!"

The last week of Hogwarts finishes up, I get swarmed with questions about what happened and stick with the story of Quirrel wanting revenge for Voldemort. I actually set up an interview with the prophet where I am going to imply that Quirrel wasn't working alone, this is so that eventually the corruption within the ministry can be uprooted. Dumbledore gives his speech at the leaving feast and surprise, surprise, Gryffindor wins the house cup.

We're all on the Hogwarts express as it leaves for the Summer, although we have the shadow of Voldemort hanging over us, we spend the time joking and laughing. I feel as if I've accomplished a lot this year, I've made 3 great friends, learned I can talk to dragons, murdered a dude and am now the complete master of the invisibility cloak. There is however, one more thing I want to do.

I let my guys know that there is something I want to do for the rest of the ride, we promise to write each other and even see if we can arrange a visit during the Summer. I exit the compartment, trunk shrunk in my pocket. I meander down through the train carriages, until finding the one I'm looking for. I knock, then enter.

"Hello heir Malfoy, would you have the time for a chat?"

I didn't interact much with Draco this year, I didn't outright reject him at the beginning and so he was not outright antagonistic toward me. We mostly made idle conversation between classes in the hallways. The rest of the ride flies by as I make conversation with Draco and his cabin mates, he introduces me to Pansy, Blaise, Theodore, Gregory and Vincent. No Greengrass however, can't scratch that off my fanon bingo card. Honestly conversation with them is not as bad as you would believe, of course I'm asked about the whole Quirrel thing and I state that he was not working alone, but that it would probably be better if we moved off this topic considering our different backgrounds. They seemed to appreciate my open mindedness. Blaise even states that he was wondering if I would have the Gryffindor hatred for anything green, it's then I say as long as you aren't acting a complete ass about muggle borns we're fine. Pansy gets her feathers ruffled at this comment but Draco manages to calm her. It's then I decide to have a little fun.

I drop the whole past life thing on them, which Draco confirms. After my guesses on the common room being correct Draco kept coming to me at random times throughout the year questioning me, much like Hermione. After all my answering about things I shouldn't know and getting it all right, he became convinced. They start asking me questions about what it was like being a Slytherin back then.

"Honestly it was a lot more relaxed then now, the house rivalry was a lot more kind hearted back then. You'd see Gryffindors and Slyhtherins inter mingling and cooperating all the time, I was even year mates with a descendant of Slytherin, Ominis Gaunt. He was actually very ashamed of the blood purity ideals the rest of his family believed in"

Theodore perks up at this, "Really? he was an actual descendant of Slytherin and didn't care for blood purity?"

"Yeah, I saw him speak parseltongue a few times and everything. I believe he went on to champion muggle born rights, while taking up a side job as a parsel healer, you should be able to find a few historical records about him."

This leads us on to the topic of blood purity itself, "It's actually common knowledge among the dark lords inner circle that he was a half-blood, really blood purity itself only became mainstream due to Grindelwald, then The dark lord later used it to champion his cause. But everyone who knew him knew he was a half-blood but followed him anyway"

"What? why?" Pansy asks, it seems her world view has been cracked.

"Power. It's all he was focused on really, gaining power both magical and political."

We discuss more about the Grindelwald war and how it caused a further divide between the Gryffindor and Slytherin houses, once the train arrives at the station I tell Draco I'll write him and I head off. I say goodbye to Hermione, Ron and Neville before using the public apparition points. I apparate right into the courtyard of the Pottery, home sweet home.

It's been about a week and a half, I gave my interview with the daoly prophet, specifically a Ms. Rita Skeeter and I could see the delight in her eyes when I basically said that Quirrel had help. If I could have Rita firmly on my side during the coming years, that would be a boon. I'm waiting in Gringotts to meet with Meat Hook, he said he wanted to discuss some changes in my finances. Once that is done I'm off for my DMLE interview.

Eventually I enter his office and sit down across from him at his desk.

"Well Heir Potter I wanted to speak with you due to a few security reasons." He states.

"Oh, what kind of security reasons?"

"Simply put, we managed to purchase a large amount of shares in a company you specifically instructed us to look out for. We were wondering if you may have had a hand in our sudden acquisition?"

"How were you able to purchase the shares?" I ask intrigued.

I'm given a neutral look, "The stocks of the company in question dropped quite dramatically."

"I...I receive foreknowledge of the future sometimes, but I don't have a hand in actively trying to make events play out in a certain way." I state with conviction.

Meathook leans forward looking in to my eyes, searching. Eventually he relaxes and says "You...are telling the truth. good, we would have hated to get the law involved with one of our most profitable business partners. We're under contract to report any foul play involving muggle companies you see, after a few... incidents." After that we discuss a few more things before I ask.

"So which company was it anyway?"

Meathook pulls out a folder and starts looking through it, until he finds the specific file. "Ah here it is, A company based in America, 'Stark Industries'. It's CEO was kidnapped during a weapons demonstration nearly... 3 months ago. A few of the share holders started getting cold feet and selling and we began buying up their shares."

What.

I give a slightly strained smile "Um, okay. Well keep at it, I believe a few more shares shall be going up soon, even if it seems like a bad decision, trust me when I say that it will be profitable in the long run."

With that I bid my account manager goodbye, I'm walking down the street of Diagon lost in my head. It's motherfucking 2006, so why in gods name are the events of Iron Man happening now?!