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A New Potter v2 - Chapter 1
🕑 Added 2024-05-23 01:44:28 +0000 UTCAuthor Note: Hope you enjoy.
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I tumbled onto the floor as the worst migraine I had ever experienced lanced through my skull. The pain was gone just as quickly as it had come. I rubbed my forehead. My fingers came away sticky. Instead of blood, it was some sort of black goo. I got to my feet and stumbled to the bathroom on instinct. The décor was a poor imitation of suburban chic with little touches that people thought looked good but did not. There was a dish of decorative soaps shaped like sea-shells and the towel hanging on the rack had a flower on it that had started peeling away from the fabric.
The wash clothes were right where I expected so I turned my focus away from the décor and focused on cleaning my forehead. Something was bothering me. A thought buzzed around the back of my head that I couldn't quite grasp.
Everything became clear when I looked in the mirror. The face that stared back at me wasn't my own. A moment of confusion was overtaken by another lance of pain. My old life was overwritten by the memories of this one. I was Harry Potter. THE Harry Potter. A fictional character… but I hadn't always been this. I tried to reach for memories of my old life only to come away with nothing. Like a fading dream, the harder I searched the more it faded.
The surge of panic slowly eased as I came to accept the situation.
I was Harry Potter. My reflection told me this wasn't the movies. I couldn't tell how tall I was now, but I was definitely much skinnier with some lean muscles. In fact, I desperately needed to put on some weight. I was on the skinnier side of a swimmer's build, and I could count my ribs. It was hard to tell how tall I was without anything to measure against. I'd figure that out later. My hair was the trademark messy black Harry was known for, except there were some natural lighter highlights. That made sense with the frequency he played Quidditch. Sunlight has the habit of lightening hair with exposure. The black goo on my forehead had cleared away giving me a view of a handsome young man.
My vision was clear too, I had expected it to be blurry without the glasses. There was one more place I needed to check. I dropped my hand-me-down pajama bottoms and took a look.
"I can definitely work with this." I muttered with a chuckle.
I wasn't hard, but even then, I could tell it was big. A couple of strokes woke my cock. There was a couple of inches on either side of my hand. My body probably made it look even bigger. I'd have to measure it more accurately later.
As interesting as it was to check out my new body there were more important things I needed to figure out. Where was I in the timeline? My memories were starting to settle in. It was odd to see the various adventures in a first-person perspective. There were hundreds of little moments that weren't in the books or the movies. It took a bit of concentration to track down the latest memories.
"Order of the Pheonix." I grumbled.
Cedric was dead, Voldemort was back, and the Dementors hadn't showed up yet. A jolt of fear raced down my spine. I hadn't tried any magic yet. There was no way I could fend off a Dementor. The exact date wasn't important since I didn't remember the details of the timeline. I remembered the plot points and the order they happened. The Dementors showed up before school. A group from the Order would show up after that. I wasn't sure how long it was from when Harry arrived at the hide-out from when school started.
I would find out eventually. The Dementors didn't show up when Harry was indoors. If things stuck to the plot then I should be safe for the moment. Still, I needed to get the hell out of here. There was no way I was going to spend time with the Dursley's.
The more pressing issue now was magic. Without it, I was helpless. That needed to change. I returned to the room and sat cross-legged on the lumpy, worn bed. Slow, deep breathes brought me focus on my body and the energy flowing through it. I could feel the magic in the air and into me. Carefully, I let the flow direct my attention. It only took a second to find my core, it radiated power. Multiple pathways reached out from it, stretching to every part of my body.
I gathered a pearl of magic from my core and began to push it along the paths. I followed the veins, for the first circuit, then I traced my bones, finally I pressed the magic through every nerve. By the end, I could feel magic permeating every part of my body. I took a moment to explore now that I had a map. There were multiple broken bones that hadn't been treated. My magic adjusted them back into place all on their own.
Injuries were expected, but the most alarming of all was the barricade around my core. Every pathway had to tunnel through the barrier. I had expected the scar to be an issue, but this was a surprise. This barrier had been carefully placed, allowing only the slightest of my magic to flow through. It felt foreign, like magic that wasn't mine. Whoever had placed it had done so efficiently. Dumbledore came to mind. Something for the greater good of course.
That would not do.
I focused the flow of my magic onto the barrier. Targeting the weakest parts, I widened the existing pathways. My power surged every time the pathways expanded. In a matter of moments, the barrier shattered. A flood of power washed over me, blasting every bit of filth from the small room.
I found myself laying completely naked on the floor. The bed was gone, blasted out of existence, along with my clothes and any dirt or grime on my body.
"Wow." A swirl of golden tinted air floated from my mouth as I spoke.
That was on par with an orgasm. I watched the golden swirl fade away. I could feel the magic around me. On a whim I lifted my hand and twirled my fingers. A single globe of light appeared at the end on my pointer. I juggled it along my hand, before splitting it into three. They shifted color with a thought. I lowered my hand, keeping the dancing lights in the air before me.
I let out a long sigh. That was a weight off my shoulders. I could feel my wand downstairs under the stairs along with all of my other school stuff. Unfortunately, it was also where the only clothes that fit were my size in the house. I stepped out of the room and headed downstairs. Hedwig hadn't come back from the letters that I had sent. She would be safe until I got to… that place. My mind blanked when I tried to think about where Sirius and the Order were.
"Fidelius." I muttered.
There were quite a few new locks on the door to the room under the stairs. I undid each of them then swung it open. My trunk was shoved sideways into the space. It barely fit. The bottom of it had smashed the remains of my old bed. I really hoped that Umbridge was still sending the Dementors. The Dursley's would be unprotected without me here.
My mind wondered as I pulled the trunk out. This was weird. I had memories of sleeping under the stairs, but they weren't mine. My old life was a complete mystery. The knowledge of this world had overwritten the details. I knew just enough to know that this wasn't my world. Yesterday, I had not been Harry Potter.
I got dressed in the pants, shoes, and shirt from my school uniform. My wand had been placed in a wooden box with the initials 'H.P.' carved on it. A small smile crossed my face. Arthur gave it to me as a Christmas present last year. It was nice to find a memory that wasn't in the books or the movies. I made sure it was secure and slid it back into place. Using it would just be asking for trouble. I didn't want the Ministry to know I wasn't here. Removing the trace from my wand would be a good idea.
If I couldn't use magic then the only other option was Muggle. There was a little side table by the front door with Vernon's wallet and Petunia's purse. They left them out because they knew that Harry … me …whatever, wouldn't steal it and they'd never admit Dudley did. I didn't hesitate to take all the paper money they had. If it was possible, I would have stripped their bank accounts too.
I grabbed the phone book and started to flip through to the taxi services. That alone reminded me that it was the 90s rather than … fuck, that was annoying. So, apparently I was from the future as well as another world.
A boxy black car pulled up about half an hour later. The driver helped me secure my luggage.
"Just you?" The driver asked.
"It's my aunt and uncles place." I replied with a smile. "Didn't want to wake them."
The driver shrugged. "Where to?"
"Leaky Cauldron. Charing Cross Road, London." I had no idea how I knew that information, but I wasn't going to argue.
"Alright." The driver flipped on the meter and pulled away.
"I'm going to get some sleep." I shifted to lean my head against the seat. "Please wake me up when we get there."
The driver chuckled but didn't say anything more.
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"We're here." The cabbie spoke loud enough for me to realize it wasn't the first time he had told me.
I rubbed my hand over my face. Well, I was still Harry Potter. I guess this was my life now. The driver got out to help unload my trunk. I made sure to add a nice tip for the long nap. It was enough to prevent any questions too.
Tom was the only person in the Inn. He noticed my entry and hurried over to help me with my luggage. A small tap of his wand made the trunk nearly weightless. He didn't seem to recognize me, and I wasn't going to make a scene. If memory served, the Ministry had spent the last few months making me sound like an attention seeking unhinged person, so it was for the best.
"Could I rent a room?" I asked as I carried the trunk much easier.
"You're in luck." Tom gave me a toothless grin. "One room available."
"Is it always this busy this time of the year?" I asked. "Hogwarts doesn't start for a bit yet."
"Oh." Tom chuckled. "People from all over come in about now. Hogwarts isn't the only school around. They just want you to think that. The other students and their families come in now to skip the rush."
I let the information sink in. More schools made sense. It wasn't like there was only one boarding school on the Muggle side of things. There weren't as many magical people as muggles, but there should be more than enough to fill one school. Not to mention my new memories told me that the castle had at least a dozen empty rooms. All of the other schools probably got a big influx during and after the last time Voldemort came around.
Voldemort. Now that I wasn't freaking out from being in a new world I needed to come up with a plan to deal with him. I hated to admit it, but I didn't think leaving the country was an option. He didn't seem the type to be content with stopping at conquering Britian. The other magical communities around the world wouldn't let him stomp all over them, but it would be a worldwide war.
Wizard World War Two.
"Well, I guess I'm just lucky then." I smiled at him.
I fished out a few gold from my pocket and paid for a couple of days. My magical funds were running low now. I would definitely need to stop by Gringotts later today. It was still early enough in the morning that the other guests hadn't come down for breakfast.
"Do you have the time?" I asked.
"Ah, right." Tom patted his pockets to search for his wand. "Tempus. It is 5:10."
"Wow." I blew out a puff of air. "When does the kitchen open?"
"We're prepping breakfast now." Tom replied. "You can order once you come down. Kitchen stays open until midnight."
"Thank you, Tom." I took the key to my rented room.
It was a simple, but nice room. I stripped out of my clothes and set them to the side. Clothes was another reason I needed to get some gold. Currently, the only clothing options were a couple of uniforms. I had grown over the summer which meant the pants stopped a few inches higher than they should and the buttons on my shirt only remained in place due to the enchantments.
The bed was more comfortable than it looked. I stretched out and stared up at the ceiling. My eyes drew patterns in the woodwork as my mind drifted.
Voldemort.
The goo that was on my forehead had to be from the horcrux. Did that mean my arrival killed this Harry? Damn, I did not need to think about that. I couldn't change anything by worrying about something I would never get answered. It was better to focus on what I could actually do.
Voldemort had seven horcrux: the diary, my forehead, the necklace, the diadem, the ring, Nagini, and the cup. That was two down now that my head was clear. I could get the diadem once I was back at Hogwarts. The necklace too if I could convince Kreacher to give it to me. That would bring it down to three left. I knew where the ring was at the Gaunt shack in Little Hangleton and that it was cursed. I could destroy that one once I figured out how to get there. The cup and Nagini were the difficult ones.
The standing thought was that the trace only worked in areas where there weren't many people using magic. If that was the case I could call the bus to take me there. I needed to test it.
My wand was exactly where I had put it in the trunk. The trip hadn't shifted the contents in the least. It must have had some enchantments on it. A memory of my first visit to Diagon Alley with Hagrid came to mind. He wasn't one for spending money, but he made sure that the second-hand trunk I purchased still had some basic enchantments. My magic sent a little charge when my skin touched the wand.
I spun the wand along my fingers in an attempt to stall. Lumos was probably not strong enough to raise any alarm. I sighed.
"Accio Pants." I pointed my wand at the stack of clothes.
The pants zipped over to my waiting hand. I waited for an owl or some sort of sign that I had been found out. After a moment, I cast a few more spells just to make sure. I didn't use anything too harsh. Punching a hole in the wall would bring more attention than I wanted.
I was pretty sure that Dumbledore didn't go after the ring until next year, or at least the summer. Waiting until I had some clothes that actually fit should be fine.
Comments
Pheebouss
This could be Interesting. I'm hoping that IF Dumbledore did put the barrier on Harry's magic (there could be other explanations, please don't stick to the usual) he had a good reason, and this isn't a Greater Good Dumbledore story. Maybe a Manipulative But Good Albus, maybe Tired/Given Up Albus? Just not another 'Dark Lord/Puppet master' Dumbledore where he is the cause of 2 Magical words and knows and plans for everything. I've read a few of those and after a while the whole idea becomes repetitive/old/annoying. All in all, I think this story has potential, I didn't like how his previous life was forgotten but it's better than going angst, as long as he keeps his memories/knowledge of the books and movies. Hopefully the next chapter will be available soon.
