chapter 1; A start.
Chapter 1;
As a kid, you think it'd be so cool to "be" someone or the main character of a Book, Movie, or Story of some kind or sort. Or even be "in" some of the stories. Everyone goes through that phase with at least One or Two levels, which is very ordinary. That is until you take a step back and realize how "no, I wouldn't be able to do that or this" and that whole ordeal. You would need help to deal with the stuff they have or go through. The biggest thing they want to do if they were in the story changes events or placements, use the magic and tools, and be this do that. In the end, making everything much more complicated and or messy. Or worst. Or, if you are fortunate, something slightly better.
SPEAKING of MESSY, somehow, I got into this ... mess.
Growing up with the Harry Potter stories in Books and Movies, I even went through the "I want to Be/Try/In that story/world" in childhood and my teen years. My reasons were mostly the same as many, but it was more of a form of escape from the pain of abuse and neglect. Over the years, the story and others had helped numb the pain and work through it. It wasn't till later in my life that I could get out of that situation and place, having spent ten years planning and - sadly - too much kindness and loyalty to others that ended up with me staying longer than I had planned. Very Slytherin and Hufflepuff of me, I know. However, thanks to my abusers and Mom and Dad, I learned to do, make, create, and overcome many things.
It took years of rest and therapy to get over and work through my trauma. Years more to re-learn skills and education, to love me again. It took a lot of work, but I did it. My parents(bio-mom and stepdad) also got me into yoga and Thai Chi to help improve my health. Decades later, my parents died, and my sperm donor and his side were no longer in contact with me and were as far away as possible. So Life was peaceful till it wasn't.
As I said earlier, I am now in the Harry Potter mess; the last thing I remember is dying. The next is a bunch of figures with different colors and light shows around them saying "sorry" and promising to "fix it" and realizing exactly who I was, my parents and were. As it turned out, they, for one reason or another, owned a few favors before they had gone to their paradise. Many added what they had called "blessings" and so on just to be rid of the deal or debt, a clause in their contract with my parents, and a sure way to pay it to them or me. Quickly going over the "blessings" and roughly when I would fully wake up. A bunch of blurring views, and finally, when I 'Awoke' as-
No, NOT Harry Potter, thank the gods. I may have thought about it once or twice, but it’s not for me.
But as one Heromine Granger twin sister, Rose-Mary Granger. A new unspoken character… I looked at my new body in the reflection of the mirror. A five-year-old mix of Book and Movie Hermione versions of both us Granger girls, only I have my mom's blue eyes from my past life. In the middle of what I can only guess as the Granger family living room, and in Bloody Fucking Britain of all places.
Good gods, why?!
I started to cry quietly. God Fucking Damn it! That set off my magic. Thankfully, I focused on setting it down GENTLY when I noticed it. It worked, but Her- my? Our parents, no... yeah, this will take some getting used to. Mr. and Mrs. Granger and my sister witness it. I rubbed my tears away and smiled a small, sad smile at them. Showing a daughter's fear of their family's anger or disapproval.
"Magic is real, sorry I am not what you thought I was" I knew the abuse others had received for being different. In contrast, I didn't know if they were abusive to Heromine - and by extension Me. But I had to have some backup plan, hopefully buying some time.
"Oh, sweetheart." the Woman, Mrs. Granger. Picked me up, breaking from her stupor first, and held me close. Gently and understandingly.
"My dear princess, we still love you! Though Magic does explains the "no cavities" you two have." Mr. Granger said with love and adoration, Hermione giggled after snapping out of her awe, and the two started to hug the two of us.
"... thank you," I said in a small voice.
After cleaning up, with the help of Hermiones’ magic awakening - another shock - I tried to explain Magic to them to the best of my abilities and how one or both could be descendants of a witch or a wizard somewhere in their family. For one reason or another, the Magic had, somehow, lay dormant only to resurface in one or more children once they were strong enough and the blood was clean enough. I explained the wars and the inbreeding, along with how I knew any of this at all.
"Magic kinda showed me, and they said to be ready for a sh-shi- a poop show" This frightened the three Grangers, and after explaining some of the other things like protection some of the companies in the magical world offer, along with us having to be apart of that world in some way, shape, or form regardless of how big or small it would be. They calmed down after thirty minutes and understood it logically however; they were very admin about protecting me or myself protecting me in some way. The same was said for my sister Hermione.
So, right after that, the Grangers signed both of us up for self-defense, yoga, and Kick-Boxing - a surprise for all of us and doubled when the elder Grangers were once both boxers - gym membership for the local gym down the street, gymnastics, at my request Dance(ballet, musical theater, and break-dance(Hermione was ready to try and kill me for the extra workouts)), musical Arts of our choice, and gun/knife/hunting license. They both were quite worried about that last one; my twin was more book-smart and had a lot of love for learning and excelling in those areas. But I excelled in these more “physical” areas - a little too much, but only in the ones I actively liked - but the instructors said (and agreed) that learning the basics from a young age would be the best time for learning these skills. Even though the two of us are not very social, we agreed to do a trial period to put all the adults' minds at ease. Three weeks went by, and the teachers and the Grangers saw how well and how significant the improvements in other areas of my and my sisters' lives and schooling were, how I was benefiting from them, and how Hermione gained a little more confidence and less snobby. So the Grangers agreed to keep them up but wanted me to keep up with my studies, as Hermione was only doing half of was I was and was more intelligent than me bookwise. She was a considerable help… once I figured out how to talk to little Tsundere bookworm again, it’s been a while.
Let me tell you, there were some fights and many talks and clarifications, but we got along quite well after that.
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After straightening out my memories in my current life(and starting building my Occlumency walls and castle and library and forest and muggle cityscape), it will be big and confusing, so... What! It's for protection), to go beyond that. Had Hermione - after figuring out how to talk to her without setting her off - do it too as a way to help collect her knowledge better and organized, not to mention protection for her mind of some kind, so only she - or those she allows - in. I had the first two layers done, and all my Magical Ideas were down and hidden away. Quietly figuring out how to do certain things from other stories, comics/manga/cartoons/animes into actual magic or tools here for later use. But it will take a lot of research and testing, though I am forced to work on other things.
After the headache of re-learning words, money, foods, languages, and so on, a child's mind is flexible and ever-adaptable. Lucky me and my research, I remember some old connections and or keywords when looking for, and on several books and sites, Hermione jumped on and learned them herself and started to keep an in-depth guild for them. So, Hermione and I jumped a few - meaning several, and stopped holding back our intellect - grades, not holding back anymore.
Math and logistics skills I have from my past life skills helped to take hold of the Family finances, saving thousands of dollars for them a year. Hermione took it further in better and cheaper routes and alternative research, helping with the paperwork of it all, too - doing most of it she has her way of doing things, so I will not interfere in that.
After some talking and negotiation - hey, I am not that cheap - we won't do it for free, so they paid me, and Hermione - I had to threaten her to agree with me, the poor girl. I opened my own savings bank account and a side account, completely separate from the Granger Family - so did Hermione after discovering the difference in money ratios between the two worlds. I am number smart, more so than Hermione, but we often help and teach each other, so that may change. They, the Granger parents, were sad their little girls were growing up so fast but thrilled at their two baby girls’ progress.
Using my Past and Future knowledge to help in getting a good head start in my investing and getting investments in the markets. The tech companies I know will do good, along with any others I might learn from verses here; I had to double-check that. Other companies and businesses in food, anything to do with cars, bikes, boats - and all the others like that. For makeup and cosmetics, some Mary Kay - only a few of their makeup lines and skincare products I want first to grab the "Red Candy Apple" lipstick pencil; it's my favorite, but nothing else from there. The other ones are movies and some shares and investments in Hollywood. I also got some shares in Dreamworks and Disney - surprising. It was going great. I racked in the money, nice and steady. After asking, Sister did her investing and such, and she, too, was doing well. Still, I stayed on top of it all for my safety. Investing can be devastating, so one must be careful and vigilant.
The next few months focused solely on schooling, extracurriculars, lessons, classes, and my self-study of magic and music. My sister watched and wrote notes on it all for both of us. Of course, I didn't leave the Grangers out of it and the discovery. This led to getting myself, my sister, and my (now)parents a good start on the research aspect of magical things and other cultures. After Discovering their magical inheritance, the Grangers and I started to go to some of the holidays and celebrations while also doing the Christian ones. Many - including the rude and jealous aunts, uncles, and cousins - asked, and the Grangers(bless their heart and their 'evil' genius) explained doing some family history research and found some exciting things about said family history, with the cultures and people in the ancestry. The desire to try it out, be open-minded, and honor them somehow, even if it is just once or twice. How we, as a family, found what worked for us, and how we liked some of the actual meanings to the celebrations, though they were instantly sold with the childish excuse of mine, came to play "twice the presents and fun"! That got several, if not all, off our tails and backs, thank God. The snobs and assholes of the family thought our parents wanted to spoil and have an excuse to spend more time with me, their baby girls. After we agreed that we wouldn’t do the family gatherings, hopefully, we can have an excuse not to go next or some the year.
After doing further extensive research and being extremely dedicated, the Libary, after a while, suggested a few groups and classes for us to visit. I got extra lessons and books after that, on Latin, ‘runes’ every old civilization I could get my hands on, and any dead language one could get their hands on at this time and age. Latin, Gaelic, German, Russian, French, and English were the languages I decided to learn for now. Runes of the Norse and the Celtics were the closest, so I got a head start where I could. The tools to do so were a little tougher to get but worth it for later uses. Again Hermione just liked to learn but was a fiery kit when messed with - some dumbasses tried, but the owners of the libraries kicked them out. The lessons and people were fun, and I was enthusiastic about it. It was contagious, so my sister and I ended up helping with some of their math and research for the history digging and such. Got to love future knowledge.
Grangers’ parents were worried; Hermione and I didn't have friends, not for lack of trying. But they would watch us have fun playing with my magic - yes, playing - it's the best way to learn with such a young mind, and it helps with the loneliness. Hermione and I also took notes of our own while doing so. While the Grangers took pictures and small letters in code - a code only we knew, it was a bitch to make - about it. Doing the basic practice stuff like lights and turning them off, levitation, and simple protective spells wandless and wordless - once I had gotten the hang of it, Hermione was having trouble. Still, I told her she could do it, just not yet; thankfully, she accepted that. Mrs.Granger - mom - had decided she and I should go to a book-binding workshop class for a crafting night that the store a few blocks down had been offering. All in the hopes to keep us - especially me - social and have some sort of skill or ability with people, thankfully I do. We all had fun, and I started to see Mrs. Granger as a Mother figure by now, so it was a good bonding experience.
I ended up getting hooked; I've always loved crafting, so this was an excellent way to get into it while being in this world. The first book I made, none magical, of course, was a small black and white polka-dote and only a few pages with a soft back cover. But Mom, Hermione, and I loved it. I wrote and tried to draw in there about my life with the Grangers in there for a gift later in a few years. Once every week or two, I would write in it.
On the other hand, my second one was heavier and bulky in my minor- now- six-year-old hands after serious research on leathers, runes, stones, papers, dyes, paint, and Inks. Slightly more extensive than the standard-sized books, as thick as a high-school textbook, dark red dyed thick leather covered the hard, smooth wood - which was covered in protective runes, spells, and the like - metal and bejeweled with Amethyst, Smithsonite, and Opal rime on the back and front and spine of the book, painted with more runes and the victorian number 1 on the spine in gold, the paper an artist thick pages. The whole thing was lined with magic, from the pages and leather to the very fiber of the strings and glue. It looked, well, Magical. I added a metal lock with runes, spells, and charms laced. No one could open it except me or Hermione - who I made it for. If they did somehow, depending on the intent, they would see nothing on the pages at best. At worst, they would be deformed and bloody by the end of the punishment. My next book, however…
It took weeks to make, but so worth it.
My First personal grimoire. Black base, white secondary base, and gold lining. With Amethyst, Garnet, Smithsonite, and Malachite stones embedded and sewn/embroidered. Pages in the book are slightly thicker but sturdy, and lots of them. The whole thing was pure magic and coded with personal spells and enchantments to help protect it and me. The whole size is 2’ x 3’ x 3 ½ ” total at the moment, one of the enchantments is it grows with the user and the number of ideas, and another is it can shrink/fold into a small, almost unnoticeable size - the weight changing accordingly.
How I got this far?
I used this as an excuse to practice crafting and get into my sewing/embroidery again from my past life. I milked it for all its worth, using my money - which is growing even more - and the gifts I got from the Grangers and Hermione for Christmas birthdays, and so on.
While doing so, I ended up making and creating lots of designs, and proto-types of books, jewelry, and clothing, lots of them. Working on them over the summer break, other holidays, or any free time. Testing them in secret and away from the house - or any place. Making notes and such for tools and (re)Designs, even spells, along the way. On separate paper, mind you, and re-writing the working ones in the book. I was paranoid enough to keep the notes in a safe-keeping chest I hand-crafted at another one of those classes with Hermione, Mom, and Dad. Sooner than I had thought I would, I needed to refocus on school and my other lessons. Why? Summer was over.
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For a few years, it went like this. Schooling, lessons, other classes, Holliday practices, working and having fun with my crafting along with my now Parents and sister, practicing magic whenever I could, more schooling and classes, summer, repeat. Every day I worked out and ran 10 miles, stretched, meditated, and did an hour of Thai Chi at the least. With more room to learn, I added more lessons like manners of the old Victorian, cooking, sewing, drawing, and singing/instruments lessons. AFTER, I finished other classes and lectures. Going over the basics again at the start of the school year or summer with my studies, one can always be careful. The basics granted me to understand further and ready myself.
The school taught the same old stuff, some of which was proven wrong later on in years, but I decided to be a little shit and point out their flawed logic, and the easy stuff, some of the teachers threw a fit - making several students laugh - then I got proven right. Thank you, history and geo classes! Thankfully, Hermione was learning that ‘books may not lie, but the people who write them do.’ This got the teachers huffing, and in awe, they moved me up in my schooling after that again. not wanting to have my people skills rusting, I came up with a brilliant idea. I got to help many of the other kids with the lessons and homework. I was the go-to touter for many of them(that was a brilliant idea), as I taught and explained in ways they could understand. I was a big hit for that. Hermoine was not happy about tutoring others too much but helped me out; she liked that much better, so it was fine.
Though I - or Hermione, for that matter - didn't have friends, more like acquainted's, I was liked and had many patients with 90% of them. The other 10% - bullies and 'rich' snobs - knew after the third fight I won against them not to fuck with my sister or me. Even beating all of their parents in court too, when they tried to sue, I and Hermione - the angel - brought all of their existence into question, and their parenting, along with evidence and proof of their and their children's actions—got some delicious combinations and restraining orders. Mom and Dad from later life would be proud, and so are the Grangers - they stopped freaking out after the second court case. Thankfully.
Just saying again. You have to love remembering past life stuff and hobbies; they come in handy. Did a few classes and lessons here and there with law and investigations as a hobby back then, along with many other hobbies. Ever the seeker and protector of Knowledge, Hermione soaked it all up and excelled in it.
Speaking of past life stuff. After checking and finding that I needed to fix my teeth to avoid the pain of having them and other problems later in life, I made sure to get braces and retainers. A significant pain in the mouth - get it - but a needed one. They were a bitch in the first life, too, so better to get that over with. Luckily by 11, I'll have magic to help in case something happens. Thank gods! But my parents and sister wanted to do it the mundane way, then magical, to compare. The lot is a bunch of nerds at heart, and I, am their guinea pig. Willingly, may I add.
As for my lessons and other classes, I excelled, mastered most of my early studies, and graduated with self-defense, kickboxing, and my cooking license. I even got my gun/knife/hunting license and a pair of customized guns as a gift. All at the age of 9. Later than I would like to have admitted, but worth it. Much to my family's worry and exasperated fondness. Schooling for me and Hermione was very different as we are now on university and college level stuff. We graduated at seven but stayed for a year to help the other kids out - all of whom jumped two or three grades thanks to our tutoring. With more time, I did the basics again and practiced all the same, including my other lessons and classes. I kept up my crafting and such, too, and made myself and my Family some wizarding muggle mix clothes embedded with protective magic, just in case. One can always be careful.
I also made myself some fancy combat Gloves with metal braces on them for protection purposes. All embedded and enchanted with magic, and some extra from the Holliday rituals. An array of lace/leather/fabric/mix of umbrellas, with shielding magic I made from past life inspiration (Kingsmen, Persona, and RWBY, thank you). Created and mastered a set of knives - thank you, self-defense classes! Rainbow steel, black/white metal, mirrored, and standard steel, all designed, made, and decorated by yours truly. I love my knives and guns. I had made and started to master my magic and my combat medic (yes, like those, but with my unique twist) “last resort” training to go along with it all. Adding a self-updating medical bag was on the list to be made.
Hermione also has a specially made book that acts as a wand/magic conduit - we took much pleasure in making it. I made a lot of other things and found several things out, along with making my own Magic conduits. The funny thing is you may not need one, but it is better and easier to use your magic if you have one. However, it doesn't have to be a wand - though it could be classified as one - you could use other things. Mine are my gloves, Knives, and my now-finished customized twin guns! I had to make particular gun and knife holders with protective charms, spells, runes, anti-theft, invisible spells, ‘no bulge’ magic spells, and anti-Accio.
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A considerable weight was on me now: I needed to be extra careful and add protection to my parents. The importance became more prominent as the years passed, and no magical clean-up crew came by. Lots of red flags. So, exceptional yet simple designed protection jewelry for them, and a colossal explanation, to keep them safe.
I had told my parents and sister - yes, my parents, it's been years, and I respect them as such - more about the Wizarding world and to expect a witch or wizard in old medieval or Victorian clothes to pop by at some point. That the jewelry I had gifted them with would help protect them from mind readers/invaders, among other things, to keep it on at all times if possible - or get a tattoo set for protection. Explained the War and the child of Prophecy - a self-fulfilling prophecy, mind you - and how my "magic" had told me he was abused and that we should look into it secretly, just in case. I voiced that if that were the case, I would want him out of that abuse and somewhere safe. It is at all possible with us here or with a magical guardian that could be trusted. I also told them only to trust any wizard/witch once they have been proven 100% safe and trustworthy. People named Dumbledor or his close tools were to be wary of. This scared my family a bit, but they understood the caution and agreed to go along with it. This was a whole new world, after all.
Not even two weeks after we got the confirmation on Harry, it was just after our 10th birthday. A female, beautifully well-aged witch in dark green velvet hand-tailored to her (hehe, remember where that was from! hehe!) with a polite smile. She came with a literal POP into the house.
"Hello, I am Professor McGonagall; I do apologize for popping by unannounced. I am here to hand the young Missus. Grangers here letters of acceptance for Hogwarts of witchcraft and wizardry and explain our world." the professor handed me and Hermione's letters and an essential wizarding world breakage.
"Thank you, Mrs. Our little girls had told us you would be coming soon. But Rose-Mary got worried when no letter or Owl came; she started to fret over it." teased my mom.
I blushed and tried to deny it but failed. Hermione, the traitor, giggled, holding her book.
"You knew she- both of them were witches?"
"No, we had a strong feeling about our little girls being special. However, no concrete way of knowing how or why. But it was confirmed after their fifth birthday; it explained many things that we noticed but had no explanation for. We still love them both and always will. We did a massive amount of research together as a family about it and what little we could find. But this brought us closer together, " said Dad with a loving smile.
"My, that is rare. Sadly many other parents don't agree or have your view." said the professor sincerely.
"Professor, don't trust Dumbledore. Black is innocent, and Wormtail lives among the weasels. Harry- Harry, our baby is unsafe, Minne! Cupboard under the stairs, private drive number 4. Please help. Anyone! Make the pain stop. Make it stop! I wish for someone to love me! Please! Freak won’t do freak things! Won’t, be Freak, Promise! Please, god, please, ANYONE! pLEasePLeaSEPLEASEPLEASE-" I said, voice not that of my own, MANY voices were there, and I couldn't stop them from getting into a frenzy. My parents worried, and Hermione had to shack me out of it and hold me close.
I gasped for air. That was different but not unexpected, given that the figures warned me before waking up here.
It HORRIFIED Professor McGonagall. She was Pale, shaking, and an unadulterated fear encompassed her. I looked directly at her, tears running down my blue eyes. I can only imagine what she saw, but she did noticeably flinch.
"Save him," the two words held power and weight to them. The older woman nodded and popped out of the house. The weight vanished.
"fee~ that was weird, cool, but weird. If I - or Hermione, for that matter - ever do that again unknowingly, please tell us. It might be a magical gift or something." I said, shaky and holding onto my Parents and Hermione close. They nodded quietly, looking at each other and having a silent conversation.
"Well, let's look at the books and review our schedule plan from there."
"Dear, do you think that's wise?"
"You just had something compelling, and... we're worried you might be exhausted from that," said Dad worried.
They both still held me Hermione gave me the stink eye. I sighed softly.
"Well, I am tired, but the power felt safe, non-threatening to me or any of us. I felt this overwhelming need to help, to end the pain, and free them. So, I'm not worried." I responded with a clear voice, my lips in a small, sincere smile.
After reading Hogwarts a History, I could confidently say, "These dumbasses are three CENTURIES behind in even the magical world standards" Great. Just GREAT! HAHA, sarcasm. Even Hermione is underwhelmed and disappointed.
So a week after that, we entered the magical wizarding world, all decked out in our wizard muggle mix of clothes, blending in nicely. A true wonder in real life to see the fruits of my labor and that of the wizarding world; well worth the wait. I got my own Bank account at Gringotts from the Ministry. The Goblins scared the living daylight out of my parents and got a smug look from the guards.
"May your gold ever grow. We are here hoping to set up an account for me, my sister and my parents, and other wizards that might come from my family," I stated, greeting and cutting straight to the chase, just as the goblins like it.
The goblin got to work quickly and started to set it up. After doing the mandatory blood test for several reasons, GrinGotts helped us find out we had a smaller magical family - that was thought to be dead - account that someone had been stealing from, Dumbledore by the looks of it. I moved the remaining money and any artifacts to my own or my sister's account, and 30% of that would transfer to a secret report for my parents and or any other 1st/second-gen wizards who show up in our family. I got the Goblins to stop the rest of the illegal transactions and get the money back with interest, along with new keys for each account - if possible. We had the new account manager invest, pay, and buy shares in different shops and businesses, regardless of magical or not, at our choice and discretion. The goblins took intense pleasure in doing so. They even noted all who looked or tried to enter the vaults with a mandatory blood verification and purification for "new" and suspicious behavior - like someone having a groundskeeper, professor, or headmaster that should not have it. I tipped them off about a cup in the Lestrange vault that holds a soul piece in passing.
That lit a fire under their asses and a gleeful malic look in their eyes. They promised to look into it and any other soul pieces they may be there or elsewhere. The Goblins take great care and pleasure in finding and getting rid of Horxcus(s) - especially if they are foul soul containers. I love those little buggers.
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Getting to the shopping district in the area, looking through the stores thoroughly and extensively. Found a few thrift shops. Don't worry, my pretties! mama will be back for you! Anyways. Books of all kinds bought, from the simple household ones to the advance "you can bounce a fucking nuke" ones(Hermione and the parents have long lost the no cursing battle with me), are all stored away. Different colors and types of clothing, leathers, skins, and Fabrics are stored and color to thickness organized - especially the cheaper but better ones. Potion ingredients, vials, and other supplies are ready - in stasis spells - and stored. Trunks and bags are prepared in an entirely magical pocket space(6 bedrooms, kitchen, dining, living rooms, bathrooms, and a greenhouse garden). They are fully organized, with added wards, locks, alarms, and other security placements for everything. All ready for use. I got my "wand" from Olivanders... an extraordinary experience, but I would rarely use it - the wand seemed to know and was A-Okay with that, dragon heartstring and unicorn hair with a Willow wood - I still got a wand holster to go with it. Now that Hermione had her, she could do magic better, but knowing her, she would do the wandless/wordless exercises for a fun challenge. The shopping is done throughout the different alleys. I wasn't going to be Narrow-minded about this. I got a few looks from passersby, but I gave them the "You think I'm stupid enough to limit myself?!" They backed off or looked the other way, probably thinking I was a hardcore first-year Ravenclaw. Well, they can suck it! Plus, many of the books are actually meant to be gifted to my sister. The rest are for me, I may not be book-smart, but I still enjoy reading.
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After that, seeing the British Ministry... and its grand failure. They didn't even last five minutes of our testing; we decided to go elsewhere by taking our OWLs and NEWTs for schooling. Set up appointments with the Ministry of France, it went through right away and getting dual citizenship for myself and my family. It worked out better than I had hoped. They wholeheartedly agreed and understood our want to see Hogwarts for ourselves while not risking our education. They were thrilled to do so and help us out, just to stiff it to the Snobby Brits, to which the four of us agreed. Even if we are Brits, there is a difference between the Good Brits and the Snobby *sshole terrible c*cksucker Brits. Thankfully, both sets of parents raised a Good Brit/Canadian.
A week after that, we returned to Gringotts to get some wards up and running on the house and the rest of the property. Over the years, with the added wealth and extra money we saved, we bought additional land and redid the whole house in a more modern - My original world and time - style that made the place extremely close to being a Millionaire mansion. Indoor and outdoor Pools, and oversized hot tubs for both in/outdoors too. Big bedrooms for the four of us, a few spare bedrooms, a work room for the two adults, a Magic/potions Lad in the Basement, a HUGE two-store library, and a computer room connected to all the main rooms one-way or another. Hermione loved it—all with lots of space, lighting, and ventilation. The land around it was about 3-5 miles on all sides, with some hills and forest here and there, but it was ours. So the Goblins got to work, had their best wards and curse breakers there by lunch's end, and finished setting it up by the following evening.
I had gotten to meet Bill Weasley at the time, and we talked for a bit. The eldest Weasley was hot! How can the British wizarding world dis someone like that? He's even following his family's tradition in forging his path, which is way cool! I digress. The head Weasley's birthday was coming up, and his son, Bill, wanted to get him something special. I gave him two copies of the money savings and investment guilds - with a long list of who to invest within the muggle world - along with one of those extensive but extremely easy-to-use calculators - that had a magical result rune to help charge the thing if needed and worked with magic. Showing him how to use both along with the notes and highlights in the books, instructing him to read it too, just in case it goes over his head. Also volunteering to help set some of it up or coach him on it if he wanted to.
Hermione was too busy reading her new books and writing notes to notice any of us at all. I love her, but she’ll need extra protection if this keeps up.
Bill Weasley agreed to the tutoring and worked on it for hours together. Going into great detail and sharing personal spells while we were on our breaks, he liked the infinite puzzle spell works I made based on those puzzle boxes, and I loved his cleaning spell - who knew, right? After a few more hours of hardcore study, he was finally ready! We promised to stay in touch and wap spells again.
Two days later, I received a thank you letter from the Weasley family and a few magical pictures of the goblins - and the Weasley twins - trying to figure it out. The man also noted putting a timer and a ‘look-away’ reset on it. It was a good laugh; Hermione - who wasn’t one for pranks - liked this one and laughed too.
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Time had passed again, and the first day of Hogwarts was tomorrow, so we were getting on the train and saying our goodbyes. I got us a compartment with little Neville and got Harry to sit with us - I had to hold his hand and look him in the eyes and share my soul with him (I told him we could help fill him in and get some type of leg up) plus McGonnell must have told him. It was a fun first two hours, catching Harry up on the basics of the wizarding world and the high level of corruption. Nev didn’t even try to deny it. Got Nev up to date on muggle things and such. Even got off them some muggle and wizarding clothes for both of them. I had a feeling someone would need them - plus, I was making some gifts for the two of them anyways.
As it turned out, the two had similar childhoods and, sadly, some of the same abuse; Prof. McGonnell got Harry out of that house permanently, thankfully. After getting his keys and accounts back, he stayed at the leaky cauldron and was looking for a place to stay; after that, the three of us volunteered our houses. Got Nev and Harry to agree to abide with us over the summer when possible - not trusting the remaining Longbottom family not to hurt Nev in some way. Even gave them a set of money management books and guilds them and offered to help so they don’t overdo it or underdo it. To be ready and prepped.
That got us to the Hogwarts Houses.
“I think I’ll be Hufflepuff or Slytherin for my loyalty and resourcefulness. Hermione would most likely be a Gryffindor or a Ravenclaw. Either way, I will support her and love her.” I said with a smile, secretly setting up a link to our house to talk to the other compartments and seats without leaving a trace of who had done it.
“But Slytherins are evil!”
“And so is every other house, but many forget… Merlin himself was a Slytherin.” I smiled big at them. “The Saviour of old, Merlin, was a Slytherin. No one or house is inherently evil or good; they are not just black or white to life or the people of different houses. There are beautiful colors in-between! Why would anyone want to be such normal boring colors? Why allow others to force fit us into molds? Then only to kill or hate us after we meet their demands. I think Not!”
“Huh, well, I guess-”
“No Hare-Bear, you are your person. Do not let others, no matter who or what, tell you who you are or try to be! Be yourself; stop holding yourself back! This world of magic will eat you if you don’t break free. You no longer have to hold back for your survival! Break Free! Embrace your true self, the good and the bad. You are yourself. Not anyone else!” I encouraged power gently coming to the two boys.
“Be yourself. Stop being what those abusers want you to be,” said Hermione softly but with such weight-lifting power. With the link with the others cut off, leaving no trace.
With the two magical powers from my sister and me combined, they lifted the burdens and weight on them off. A spark, then a flame, came alight to their eyes; it shined so powerfully and beautifully. They seem to have broken a magical bind on both of them, and they fell asleep. Hermione freaked, but I told her and showed her, they were ok, but they had some kind of magical bind on them that just came off. So we changed our clothes and theirs - with magic! To mess with the others at school(and the boys), we - me - put them into my resign of the Hogwarts houses clothes and such. As to not draw suspicion or any other things.
Once the magic in the two boys had calmed down, Hermione and I checked them over and noted anything just in case. There are a few pages in separate folders for both boys and later, locking them for only themselves and a healthcare worker to use.
After that… I took Nev’s Dads wand and turned it into a charm necklace for him with some small Alice flower charms on either side. Checking his compatibility with the tools I had, in the end, gave him a ring set on both hands that matched, that worked with him and his magic even better than a wand. To Harry, I gave him some ear piercings and a necklace of a doe and a stage, and a miniature wolf and grim dog footprints on either side. I checked him too and turned out my glasses and ring/artist glove set I was tinkering with worked better for him than his wand. So I set them up for the two of them, that they would work for them and only them - and me if they need special care.
Getting those materials were hard and cost a pretty penny.
The rings were goblin metal and a type of metal from deep in an untouched forest - with the plants and forest blessing - with a gold mix and some wood from Gaoth Arachfrom the Land of Dragons with their acceptance and agreement to do so - all gifts at my request. They had special elf runes engraved in them - that, I was lucky to find, let alone use. To think they could be combined like this and such power to them… they were so perfect for the shy plant-nature-loving boy. I even pierced his ears and added some simple stud earrings and a bar to his right upper ear in a self-cleaning and loads of protection charms for the earrings and the wearer, all made with the same metal as his rings, however, more of a silver to it. The gold and silver color gave the wood and slight pop but an exotic and grand make to them.
The glasses, rings, and artist gloves were a beast, too. Glass lenses of the full moon glasses were spelled and charmed with; auto-correcting, auto-tinting, unbreakable, and to go with the growth of the user. They were lined with the same metal as the ring set Nev has, but with Onyx and Opal stones on the sides and a rare magical serpent skin(which turned out to be a basilisk), a phoenix feather and tear, and a pair of Thestral hairs as their cores, All three willingly and freely given. Making them into a darker silver but not in any way evil kind however, to match the enthralling glasses, I also made a chain for them. The chain and chain clasps for them are Ethiopian silver, Fir, and Holly wooden beads with tiny old, and powerful emerald beads(from one of the thrift store runs) - that matched his eyes to a level that could only be described as a Magical fate. The rings for the index and middle fingers of both hands were made of the same materials as the glasses and chain; however, they were a simple and subtle sun, moon, and skull design to them. Almost unnoticeable; one would see it if shown up close. The gloves were made of a dark-colored dragon shin and leather, the leather embroidered with a hand-sewn tattoo like a skeleton with runes on the bones, the metal clasp the same color as the rest. The mix of the materials and the setting them up for Harry combined the effect and gave a slight gold tint to the metals and embroidery work.
The actual act of linking and setting them up with the boys was easy. They would grow and fix themselves - usually unless Fiendfry was used. The two sleeping boys' bodies were slowly turning and growing healthier and more robust (improving some of the untreated or mistreated injuries) as we continued. Added some extra anti-theft spells, charms, and curses so No One will steal from them now… just to be sure, I, with the help of Hermoine, set up the same ones I used on the conduits, on their stuff and trunks, making sure to set up so only the two boys could use or open them. Making sure that they didn’t mess with the other wards on them just in case. One can never be too sure.
After three hours, and explaining to Hermoine why I gave them such things. Especially from my treasure stash, which I had made and gathered myself from my personal commission and thrift shop shopping in the Magical Allies and the Muggle world. It was a proud and hard accomplishment, but so worth it. I have a tentacle to be protective of, so I get where Hermoine is confused.
I told her I had a feeling and they were types I wouldn’t use at all. While, yes, my style and taste, I wouldn’t wear them anytime soon. Plus, this will help and strengthen them in the long run. Explained to her that these two boys were the ones from the Prophecy, and we were set to allow them here and there, but it was ultimately up to us how far we go. She accepted it but wanted to explain it to the boy so they don’t freak out too much when they woke.
Here’s the thing, Hermoine is a non-believer in seers - while I agree to a point, with all the fakes out there doing a significant disservice to the true ones - she knows my ‘knowledge’ isn’t from that kind of gift. I cleared up any thoughts of that after a fight with her on it, and while it was helpful, it didn’t mean I could change or rule over the world. Quiet, the opposite. So after that, we agreed that sure, it’s helpful however, we never wish it on anyone. So when I explained that, and that sense I'm not an actual seer, I have more freedom in defining and talking about those things. Still, true seers had to be careful or code what they're saying in some way - the stereotype of them being crazy coming from this and the punishment others reserved by trying to be and or playing ‘god’ with others. Ever since that day all those years ago, she’s been chill - or more chill than the Hermoine I grew up knowing in my past life.
So once the boys woke up to being in clean new school clothes, their new looks - scares less visible and so on - and new outfits. They freaked. Hermoine, gods bless her, calmed them down enough to let me explain what had happened and that I had a feeling that I had too. Gave them a short explanation of how my ‘Magic’ told me, and I just followed along. And how it led to this happening. I also explained to them the works of art I gave them, the spells and other things in them, even showing off my conduits getting Hermoine to use hers too - they wanted to pay I agreed but said to pay me back later.
They did some spells to see how it worked. To their surprise, it was far better and more accessible than their wands had ever worked but they noted that they also had more magical power than before falling asleep. We explained what had happened with their magical binds or at least one of them. That slightly set them off. After they had calmed back down, they asked me to explain something to them about the whole conduit process. Thirty minutes later, they had a basic understanding of the process. They practiced spells while Hermoine and I read our books. It was peaceful… until it wasn’t.
Somehow, Trevor got out, and we all looked for him; a redhead boy had found him and tried to make trouble. It turned out to be Ron Weasley. I flicked him on the forehead and got him to drop Trevor. Harry grabbed him and handed it to Nevail, then proceeded to chew out the other boy. A Ravenclaw Perfect was watching the whole thing and, before it got out of hand, got involved.
“Alright, that's enough. Now, could you please tell me why you were trying to start something with these people?” the Ravenclaw Prefect asked.
“They started it!” said Ron, like an idiot.
“No, we did not. Nev lost his toad, and we were looking for it, but when we came across you asking about him and having him in your hands, you tried to say it was yours and threatened us with hurting him.” I said calmly with half-lidded eyes.
“Then, when you refused to give back Nevs toad Trevor and furthered the trouble caused. The last resort we came to his taking him back with the most effectiveness and speed. Thus Rose flicked your head, and I grabbed Trevor before he could be hurt further,” said Harry equally as calmly.
“Well, I am the Best Mate of the Boy Who Lived! When he finds out what you did, he’ll make sure you get it!” said Ron with confidence and a puffed-up chest.
“No. you are not,” said Harry simply and nodded in respect to the Perfect, then left with his head held high. The three of us followed closely after him. The perfect had noticed the mark on Harry’s head but kept quiet and nodded back to him in understanding.
Once back to our compartment, Hermoine and I gave Harry the Harry Potter book series that people made, illegally mind you. I may have got Hermoine to make easy clear notes on them and a long list of laws broken and how to go about fixing them as a project and exercise for her that she may do in the future - she jumped onto it as soon as I finished explaining it to her at the time. Harry read The Wizarding Law book(s) I wasn’t using to help reference the laws notes and the actual books themselves. Boy, was he pissed.
I gave Neville a DIY book on making your expandable portable garden and a book on all the plants in the Muggle world, the dos and don’ts. Both books were huge and ‘big’ reads, but they kept him busy. He was engrossed in it for the rest of the ride.
Once at Hogwarts and did the whole magical boat ride to the castle, we entered the hall right in front of the ‘Great Hall.’ Along the way, I cleaned the water and messed up what the other children were bringing in with magic while trying to ignore the other children and their noise. Not that it helped lessen the noise, but it was a temporary distraction. Harry had to silently deal with the gossip of ‘the Boy-who-lived’ that so many children were doing. Who he is, where he is, and so on. After ten minutes of standing there, me being ready to shoot some of these snotty brats on Hermione and Harry’s behalf. Saw some ghosts, scared the dead shit out of them - by grabbing Fat Flair - and yelled at him for being too kind, and lectured him on the Hufflepuff way of revenge. With Porf. McGonagall was back and ready, she led us through the doors, and a singing hat sat in the front with hundreds of students and a few staff members in the room.
The old professor explained how there were going to do the sorting and quickly started to move on. Name after name. House called over and over again. Hermione went to Gryffindor for her fiery attitude regarding certain things - I asked for the hat after I cleaned it, fixed it, and added Lots of cleaning magic on it - to help in future endeavors. I got the house Of Hufflepuff, with the help of Hogwarts and the hat - Al - got my room along with Harry, Nev, and Hermione their own too with a connected share space together, and to the house's standard rooms. Once sitting at the Hufflepuffs table and the end of the sorting soon after, I ate my supper and went to Harry and Nev(Gryffindor) giving them potions for their health and mind.
After leaving the great hall and entering my own room I set up my personal space.
Ha~ this is going to be fun.