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Life wasn’t that difficult once you understand that everything is shit and nothing you do will truly matter, whether you die or live, the world continues spinning.
That’s what Harry had realized since he was 5. Whether he was kind, obeyed or if he mussed up on purpose, he would get beaten. So, he would just clench his teeth and wait until his uncle finished reflecting his anger of not being able to get it up on his back.

He also discovered magic when he was 5. Seriously, who would be dumb enough not to notice he could literally teleport and survive impossible things. He even tested out the extent his magic will protect him. As long as the building he fell off wasn’t 4 stories high or more, he would be fine the next day, maybe have some difficulties walking straight for a while but not more.

Then, he also discovered that everything had a monetary value. There would be at least one person who would buy old rags $100,000 just because you said they were worn by some important person. So, when his cousin burned all his clothes, harry just stole the neighbor’s wedding ring and bought brand new shirts. Petunia didn’t care enough to ask anything about them, but Vernon tried to steal the clothes for his Dudley, but his cousin said they would make him look like an old man, so Harry kept them.

The fact the neighbor’s wife divorced him because he lost their wedding ring is just a small detail.

When Harry was Nine, Dudley’s gang installed the game named “Harry hunting”. It was a stupid idea because Harry hated running. He was quickly caught the first time and was forced to the ground by one of his cousin’s friends. His accidental magic hexed him, scarring the gang at seeing their friend coughing and becoming purple as he could not breath anymore. He was eventually released but they never messed with Harry again. Dudley didn’t even dare complain to Vernon, scared he’d get hexed in his sleep. But, at school, the rumor of Harry attacking the boy spread and people called him freak, violent, a monster and other names. Harry didn’t want to show them weakness and acted like he didn’t care.

When he was ten, he realized he actually didn’t care. The revelation came as a slight surprise for Harry. He didn’t even know when he stopped caring. Maybe when he was 5 and figured nothing mattered and everything would die one day.

So, Harry decided to fuck shit up. Not caring about possible consequences was pure freedom. Due to his bad behavior, the Dursley’s gave him even less food than before. So, he would break inside the school at night every week, steal the answer sheet, copy them by hand and sell them. Everyone passed the tests thanks to Harry, and even if the teachers got suspicious, no one could really prove anything. Dudley even became a customer. With all that money, he bought more clothes, food, paper to copy the answers onto and some pastries.

When in the rare occasions Dudley still annoyed him, he would think very strong about him glued to the floor and his magic would do the rest. Truly fantastic what you can do with it.

“Oops, your shoes are glued to the floor again, Dudley? Guess you shouldn’t have stolen my crisps.”

He found himself having a strange addiction to food. Well, it’s understandable, he’s been starved his whole life, now he was hungry.

But all that are events of the past. Today, Harry received letters. Standing in front of the front door, looking through the letters, taxes, taxes.... And then, he saw it. A letter addressed to his name. It’s the first time he ever received one. He figured he should read it in private and slipped it through the gaps of his cupboard before heading into the kitchen, distributing the mail. Taxes to Vernon, wedding invites to Petunia.

Then, he went back to his cupboard. Once inside, he takes the letter on the floor and rip the top off the access the content, not bothering with taking minutes undoing the seal. Inside was 2 old looking paper. On the first page, Harry could read “Dear Mr Potter,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.

Yours sincerely,” Accompanied with a fancy looking signature form “Minerva McGonagall”, the deputy headmistress.

He lifts an eyebrow. Was he meant for a special school? The pigs he lives with never told him that. He tosses the paper aside the read that famous “list”.

“HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

UNIFORM

First-year students will require:

1. Three sets of plain work robes (black)

2. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear

3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)

4. One winter cloak (black, with silver fastenings)

Please note that all pupil's clothes should carry name tags.

COURSE BOOKS

All students should have a copy of each of the following:

The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1)

by Miranda Goshawk

A History of Magic

by Bathilda Bagshot

Magical Theory

by Adalbert Waffling

A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration

by Emeric Switch

One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi

by Phyllida Spore

Magical Drafts and Potions

by Arsenius Jigger

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them

by Newt Scamander

The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection

by Quentin Trimble

OTHER EQUIPMENT

1 wand

1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)

1 set glass or crystal phials

1 telescope

1 set brass scales

Students may also bring, if they desire, an owl OR a cat OR a toad.

PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS

ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICK

Yours sincerely,

Lucinda Thomsonicle-Pocus

Chief Attendant of Witchcraft Provisions”

Wands, cauldrons. This was a magic school. So, there’s other people like him? Cool. But he hates shopping. It always takes so much time.

He sighs. He has some money but he’s not sure he has enough. Where is he even gonna find all these?! He thinks, but at the same moments he sees the back of the paper containing those informations and a train ticket in the bottom of the envelop.

“Well, that’s convenient.”

He tucks all the paper messily under his mattress and gets out, ready to do the chores getting thrown his way, planning on going to “Diagon alley” tomorrow.

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Now, he was finally in front of that strange pub, his shopping list in hand.

“The leaky cauldron... Can these wizards stop with the wizard references? They’re not sneaky.” He sighed and entered.

The pub wasn’t very crowded but the few people who were in there were chatting loudly with beers in hands. He approached the bartender.
“Hey, huh.... It’s for Diagon alley” He stated. The man that was cleaning an empty mug with a small clothe turned to look at him and froze. “Are you Harry Potter?” He questioned in a quiet whisper to not let others hear. Harry was taken aback and stuttered before answering “yeah- How’d you know? Never mind, just get me to Diagon Alley” The Bartender finally snapped out of his stupor and nodded, guiding harry to a small place with lots of garbage bags. Harry pinched his nose at the slight smell and looked at the way the man flicked a sort of stick –probably a wand- on certain bricks of the wall.

After he finished hitting the bricks of that old wall, they parted away, leaving a passage for harry to pass. He looked at the wall, unimpressed. “Cool.”

He entered the buzzing city that was right behind that wall, assuming this was Diagon alley. The first thing he saw was the giant bank in front of the path he was on.
“Might as well look here.” He then headed toward the white building.

Once in front of the Bank, he saw some signs, but he was too lazy to read and entered. Once he pushed open the door, he saw lots of gremlins. Well, that’s what he’ll call them until he knows what they are.
Harry crunched up his nose in disgust every time he looked at one. They were so damn ugly even Dudley looked better.... No- scratch that, even the gremlins looked better than that human pig.

He approached the first free counter. “Oi. I need gold. Where do I file a claim for being broke but suspiciously magical?”

The gremlin lifts his head to glare at him. “Do you have a key?”

“Do I look like I carry keys? I got a name tho, it’s Harry Potter, right a bell?” He asked the creature while tilting his head to the side.

The gremlin’s eyes flicker, the name DOES ring a bell. Anyone would want to know why the bartender and this gremlin and probably other people know his name, but Harry simply did not care. What if he was a celebrity for some reasons? He just wanted his fuckass money.

“Anyone could claim having that name” The gremlin answered with a smirk.

“No anybody could look this good”

The nasty creature sighed. “We will need a blood inheritance test”

“A what?” Harry raised an eyebrow. Why were those fancy and complicated words coming out of the mouth of the gremlin behind the counter who looked like something between a wet towel and a clump of dog hair — wrinkled, scruffy, and deeply offended by his existence. Which, to be fair, was mutual.

“A magical procedure to verify your bloodline and vault rights.” The thing clarified. Harry was still entirely confused but just abandoned the idea of knowing what it was.

Harry smirked and leaned on the counter. “Alright. Don’t know what that is, but it sounds invasive and painful, so sure. Let’s do it.”
The gremlin made an angry sound that was quite similar to the one Petunia’s washing machine does when it tries to wash Dudley's underwear.
The creature gets down from behind the counter and reveal itself to be VERY short, making Harry stifle a laugh.
“Are all you gremlins supposed to look like wet towels with mange or is that just a you problem?”

The gremlin snapped his head at him, offended. “We are goblins—”

Harry cuts it off. “Nah, ‘goblin’ sounds too dignified for whatever’s going on with your scalp.”

The gremlin looks extremely done with his, but Harry couldn’t care less and just followed him in silence, snickering at the way the small creature walked. The crusty bathmat with mange walked like a penguin.

He was led to an office. Behind the door inside it was another gremlin. Apparently, hair problems ran deep.

“We need a blood inheritance test for this disrespectful one” He motioned with his long and thin finger to Harry. Anyone with megalophobia would never get triggered in this bank.

The gremlin behind the desk looked exactly by the other abomination in front of him, just blood and older. It looked 2 steps away from the grave, making Harry physically cringe.

It nodded and took out a very fancy dagger and an old paper out of his desk, putting it on the table. “Three drops of blood” it said.

Harry would have said “Kinky”, but he wasn’t feeling the whole edgy vibe in the room.

He sat down in front of the desk and grabbed the dagger, slicing his finger without blinked and dropped 3 drops of blood on the paper, liking the cut he made once finished.

On the paper appeared the following text:

“Name: Harry James Potter
Blood Status: Half-blood (Magical Father, Muggle-born Mother)
Primary House: House Potter (Heir – Confirmed)
Secondary Houses:

House Peverell (Descendant – Direct Line)

House Black (Heir by Magical Adoption – via Godfather Sirius Black)

Father: James Fleamont Potter (Deceased)
Mother: Lily Evans Potter (Deceased)
Godfather: Sirius Orion Black (Incarcerated, Status: Alive)
Godmother: None listed

Potter Family Vault (High Security – Inheritance Access Granted)

Contents:
Estimated 420,000 Galleons
Historical magical heirlooms
Personal journals and spellbooks
Enchanted battle cloak (status: locked under name-recognition charm)

Peverell Relic Vault (Restricted, Heir Access Granted)

Contents:
Unknown sum of gold (last estimate: 12,000 Galleons)
Unnamed magical artifacts (including records relating to the Deathly Hallows)

Black Family Vault (Heir Access Pending Godfather’s Consent or Death)

Contents:
Estimated 180,000 Galleons
Black family grimoires
Heirloom ring (presumed cursed)”

Harry read everything. He only understood one thing. “.... Cool, so I’m loaded?” He hummed. “Well, there you have it, where’s my gold? I gotta go shopping.”

Gremlin #2 took the paper and nodded at Gremlin #1 who scuttled off like someone had lit a fire under his crispy little feet.

It came back 10 minutes later with 2 keys and 2 other gremlins. He handed the keys to Harry with all the enthusiasm of someone passing kidney stones.

One of the newcomers stepped forward, trying to look important.

“I am Griphook, Vault Manager of—”

“Okay, Gremlin #3,” Harry cut in, pocketing the keys. “Just take me to my gold. I haven’t got all day, and I’ve already been here long enough to risk catching mange.”

He saw a vein pop onto the gremlin’s forehead but didn’t mention it.

He was then led to the first vault, then the other, collecting the money he needed in each one and went out, ruffling his hair a bit to make sure he didn’t get infected and sighed.

Now, the first thing he would buy was a trunk, he wouldn’t be carrying everything in his arms or in some shopping bags like the homeless man he saw on the way to the Leaky cauldron.

He saw a shop that had the word “trunk” in its sign and entered, not reading the rest.

He was approached by a man, not old enough to have white hair but enough to be balding.

“Hello sir! May I assist you?” He announced with a big friendly smile.

“Yeah sure, I need a trunk for Howarts”

“You mean Hogwarts?”

“Yeah, that.” The shopkeeper seemed taken aback by the attitude and lack of excitement but simply nodded and went to a shelf displaying multiple trunks, taking one and showing it to Harry.

“Multi-compartment expansion – up to 5–7 "rooms" inside, like wardrobes, libraries and a full study” He proposed.

“Are there some kind of charms on it”

“Yes, actually. Self-cleaning charm, Muggle-repelling enchantment, Security layers, Weightless carry charm and Auto-organizer.”

Harry didn’t know any of those spells, nor what a muggle was, but the names sounded promising.

“I’ll take it.”

The shopkeeper was taken aback.

“Are you not going to browse around? This one is expensive and more suited for adults than first years” He mumbled.

“Nah”

He replied, snatching the trunk away from the shopkeeper.

“How much?”

The old man stammered but finally let out “170 galleons”

Harry nodded, grabbed the gold coins people called galleons and put them on the counter before leaving without a word.

He then sped run the shops, grabbing what he needed, some more to have fun, didn’t bother with a pet and finished with wand.

He entered the Ollivander shop. It smelled like old musty books and Harry had to pinch his nose again.

A very old man with white hair and a dreamy look – Is he on drugs? - approached.

“Ah! Potter I was waiting for you!”

An old man who looked high just guessed his name saying he waited for him? Nope, fuck wands. Harry turned around immediately and exited the shop, leaving Ollivander stunned and at a loss for words.

“Wand shop,” he muttered. “More like old man jump scare central.”

He glanced back at the door, saw Ollivander still peeking out through the dusty glass like a ghost with commitment issues, and rolled his eyes.

He stayed outside the shop. Did he even really need a wand? He checked his shopping list again and then looked at everyone in the alley who, in fact, all had wands. He sighed and stood back up.

He walks back into Ollivander’s.

“Alright, Wand Man. Let’s get this stick shopping over with before you start whispering my DNA again.”

“...Right, yes. Good to have you back.” Ollivander muttered lowly.

“I know. Try not to look so thrilled.” He grumbled.

Then, the drug addict did a speech about the wand choosing the wizard, but Harry heard only half of it, busy thinking about food.

He was handed tons of wands, but Ollivander took them back almost immediately. Harry was getting bored and annoyed, but when Ollivander said maybe a certain wand worked, Harry was interested. This one felt right, and Harry was happy he chose to come back.

The old man tried to say something about the wand, but Harry ignored it, threw 7 galleons at him and hurried off the shop.

He was soon back at the Dursleys and was mentally exhausted. All those weird ugly people... And why did everything look so old? Good god...

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The next few days until he gets on the train Harry didn’t even know existed were boring. He read all his books and tried practicing spells but that earned an angry and confused letters from a certain magic ministry. It was a floating screaming red letter that he also had slipped into his cupboard when he received it. But Harry had also just grabbed a lighter and burnt the letter. It was a relief that his uncle’s snoring upstairs covered the noise of the letter. He also had to go back to Diagon alley to send back a reply to Minerva, which was quite annoying because the wizards used a feather instead of a normal pen.

Now he was finally at the train station, ticket in hand, wondering where the fuck this Platform 9¾ was. Until he saw a family of redheads arguing with one of them running into a wall with their trunk. At first, he didn’t understand, but once he saw the wall was between Platform 10 and 9 the gears in his head started turning and he went into position, ignoring the redheads and running on his own into the wall. Which worked because next thing he knew, he was on another platform that was numbered as 9¾. Harry hummed, this was actually kind of cool.

He heard a boy excitedly mumble "The famous Hogwarts Express!!"
"Calm down, it's just a train" Harry groaned, the boy was surprised but was dragged by his parents to bid farewell to his older sister.

He got onto the train with his trunk, chose an empty compartment and put his trunk in the place on top of the couches.
He laid down on the blue couches and closed his eyes, planning on taking a nap.

Soon, he heard a knock on the door of his compartment with one of the redheads he saw earlier.

“Hey, is this seat free? There’s-”

“No, get out.” He replied, closing back to door with his foot.

“Bloody hell” he heard the boy murmur behind the door.

Harry ignored him and closed his eyes again, relaxing his body to sleep.

At some point, he heard the train start but stayed put, trying to fall asleep. His arm fell off the couch and was just dangling lazily but he didn’t even move. Someone opened the door again but seeing he was sleeping, they left. The sound of wheels indicated it was probably a trolley. Harry wanted the candies on it but was too sleepy to even lift a finger so he swallowed his deception.

He fell asleep a few minutes into the ride, dreaming about an all-you-can-eat buffet.

Unfortunately, his sleep got interrupted by someone entering.

“Have you seen a toad? A boy lost one. His name is Trevor—well, the toad, not the boy—and honestly, how careless can you be? Oh! Are you sleeping? I always thought it was strange how people could nap on trains. With all the noise, and the rocking, and the—”

Her voice was irritating and too loud, waking him up from his food frenzy dream. “Shut. The bloody. FUCK. Up” He groaned, standing up.

She gasped. “Well, there’s no need to be rude I just-”

“And there’s no need for you to breath near me, but here you are.”

She huffed in indignation but left anyway, leaving the door opened.

Harry stood up to close it but then got reminded of the trolley and went out to look if it was still around.

When he got back to his compartment, he had his arms full of sweets.

When he could see a giant castle in the distance, he assumed it was the school, and he got into his wizarding robes.

He saw no one in the corridor with their trunk and assumed it would be taken care off, so he also left without his. He was met by a giant with a bear that probably contained a whole ecosystem.

They were led to boats even though Harry saw older years going to some carriages driven by horses who looks like they have never tasted food in their entire life. Why were they going in boats then? Was it because they needed some to drown? Was the school that overcrowded?

He got into a boat with 2 more people. He didn’t even register their features, busy looking at the water and wondering how many dangerous things are in these murky waters.

They got off and headed towards the castle. There were so many stairs Harry was surprised everyone didn’t have body builder legs.

“You can’t skip leg day here” He joked and pushed a strand away from his eyes, exposing his scar accidentally – not like he was hiding it in the first place. Whisper started forming and once they stopped in front of a massive brown door, he was approached by a small boy (he was taller than him) with bleached blond hair slicked back with an amount of gel that made it shine like expensive plastic.

“So, you are the famous Harry Potter. I am Malfoy, Draco Malfoy” The boy said, extending his hand out. He sounded extremely rehearsed, and his back was so straight you could wonder if he had a bone problem.

Harry looked at the end and slowly rested his own on top of Draco’s, like a dog giving the paw.

“Woof”

Beat of silence. Crabbe and Goyle blink. Draco falters — barely — then forces a laugh.

“I suppose you think you’re funny” a slight frown was on his brows.

“No. If I wanted to be funny, I'd ask where you buy your personality.”

Draco gasped, Crabbe giggled but Goyle hit the back of his head to make him stop. The rest of the students around them stayed quiet, surprised at the Malfoy's humiliation.

Then, a woman with grey hair tied into a horrific bun appeared.

“It’s time for the sorting, follow me.”

Everyone followed her and Harry did the same. He had heard of the sorting in historical books on Hogwarts and about the houses but didn’t really understand how it was supposed to go.

They entered a big hall with 4 tables, a green one, another blue, and then a yellow and a red one. They stood in the middle, and everything was silent once a hat on a stool hadn’t even noticed started singing.

“A thousand years or more ago
When I was newly sewn,
There lived four wizards of renown,
Whose names are still well known:

Bold Gryffindor, from wild moor,
Fair Ravenclaw, from glen,
Sweet Hufflepuff, from valley broad,
Shrewd Slytherin, from fen.

They shared a wish, a hope, a dream,
They hatched a daring plan
To educate young sorcerers
Thus Hogwarts School began.

Now each of these four founders
Formed their own house, for each
Did value different virtues
In the ones they had to teach.

By Gryffindor, the bravest were
Prized far beyond the rest;
For Ravenclaw, the cleverest
Would always be the best;

For Hufflepuff, hard workers were
Most worthy of admission;
And power-hungry Slytherin
Loved those of great ambition.

While still alive they did divide
Their favorites from the throng,
Yet how to pick the worthy ones
When they were dead and gone?

Twas Gryffindor who found the way,
He whipped me off his head
The founders put some brains in me
So I could choose instead!

Now slip me snug about your ears,
I've never yet been wrong,
I'll have a look inside your mind
And tell where you belong!”

Everyone clapped except Harry who was still drowsy from his nap, even after the boat ride and the stair climbing.

Then, the woman from before took out a list and started calling names by alphabetical order.
The one who woke him up was called up, ending in Ravenclaw. Malfoy also went, being sorted into Slytherin before the hat even touched his head.

A girl next to him whispered to his ear. “Slytherin is where all the dark wizards ended up in”
Harry glared at her “First, who are you? Second, don’t fucking talk to me.” Before she could answer, his name got called.

“Potter, Harry!”

He sighed and walked in front. All eyes were on him, his scar also somewhat itched. The hat sat on his head and started speaking in Harry’s mind.

“Interesting... VERY interesting... You could fit in every house- except Hufflepuff of course. I don’t see you placing any loyalty in anybody. Especially Slytherin... You could be great, it’s all here... No. You wouldn’t fit in Slytherin. You are not looking for glory, you aren’t looking for anything. You are quite a specimen. Ravenclaw would be a very good guess, but even if you are smart, you don’t value intelligence as much as a real Ravenclaw....”

After a beat of silence, the hat yelled out “GRYFFONDOR!” Everyone clapped and the red table cheered loudly. Harry stood up and Minerva painted his robes red before he finally got to sit down.

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Being guided through Hogwarts to Transfiguration class resulted in Harry wheezing for his life. There were so many stairs and no, he did not know if stamina spells existed, but it probably did, seeing everyone was walking normally.  

“Man, I fucking hate stairs” He sighed as he reached the last steps.  

Finally in front of the classroom, Harry was already dead and his expectations extremely low.  

The doors were big but no massive, so they weren’t opening that smoothly. Harry started to question the lack of muscular students.  

He sat at one of the desks the farthest away from the front and let his head fall on the wood in a loud thud, clutching his chest.  

Maybe he missed a potion to take for stamina, or it was his iron deficiency, he didn’t know. All he knew was that he was fucking dying.  

Ron had tried to sit next to him, but the thud made him decide otherwise.  

After everyone was seated, a cat in the front turned into the old woman that gave him the timetable. Images of the teacher licking herself filled his mind and he had to press a hand to his mouth to not laugh out loud.  

The first half of the class was theory he had already read in his books, so he eventually fell asleep, dreaming of a giant apple tart.  

He was eventually woken up by an irritated McGonagall who slammed a matchstick in front of his head.  

“Mister Potter, if you have listened to class, would you be so kind as to show everyone how to turn this matchstick into a needle?” She muttered between greeted teeth.  

Harry looked down at the matchstick. He had already tried out the spell without a wand before when he was still at the Dursleys, but it was with grass he turned into a cat headband which he glued to Dudley’s head. The "cat headband" looked more like an angry squirrel had died mid-jump and stuck to Dudley’s scalp. Still, mission accomplished.  

It would be easy with a matchstick, so Harry took out his wand and did the spell, it did not work. Harry tried again, still a failure. McGonagall was looking proud, but Harry grumbled under his breath, picked up his wand... and casually chucked it to the other end of the table with a clatter. He then reached over the matchstick, tapped it with his finger, and muttered the incantation again.  

Poof.  

The matchstick shimmered, then transformed — not twisted, melted, or half-changed like most first attempts. A perfect, silver needle sat gleaming on the desk.  

The entire class went quiet.  

McGonagall blinked. Once. Twice. “Mr. Potter... what—” Harry leaned back in his chair with a satisfied sigh. 
“Wands are for people who need them.” 

Everyone was quiet. Nobody else except Hermione had failed this spell with a wand and Harry had done it without one.  

He stared at his perfectly transfigured needle, humming idly to himself. It gleamed under the classroom lights, sharp and smug — like him, really.  

With a lazy tap of his finger, he muttered, “Turn again…” 
A pause. 
“…Bitch.” 

The needle shimmered — and with a soft pop, turned back into a matchstick.  

McGonagall looked like she was having an existential crisis.  

Harry didn’t even glance up. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”  

For the rest of the lesson, McGonagall sat at her desk, questioning everything she knew while others tried to best Harry but failed miserably. Hermione huffed, frustrated someone did better than her “That’s not even how magic is supposed to work” she grumbled.  

Harry was just enjoying this discovery and kept turning the matchstick into a needle and reverse with any combo possible, after some time, he even stopped touching it with his finger, just muttering like “Abracadabra” or some threat but still imagining the desired result in his head.  

When the students handed back their matchstick or needle, Harry handed out a needle with the words “Let me sleep next time bitch” in perfect cursive.  

The old woman did not even comment on it, just remembering all her life and what led her to this point.  

When Harry reached Charm’s door, he was again dying loudly. “If I pass out, I want the stairs charged with murder.” He gasped out, completely out of breath at the closest other student. “If I die here tell my gold I loved it.”  

The student just chuckled. “Only your gold?”  

Harry just huffed, sounding like a dying animal.... Which he was. “Priorities baby.”  

He then got inside the classroom, ditching the student. He collapsed onto the closest chair, lying flat on his stomach with his head and arms dangling over the edges, legs balancing awkwardly.  

He didn’t care about the stares and kept lying down like this until the theory was done. His legs felt numb, and Harry was contemplating if he should fake his death to never have to take these stairs again.  

When he heard people around spitting some “Leviosa” and hearing Hermione at the other side of the classroom correcting Ron, Harry finally stood up and sat on the chair correctly.  

Then, he remembered he forgot his wand in transfiguration. He sighed and just looked at the feather on his desk that remained untouched and just glared at it. “Fly” he just spat, and the feather flew a bit. Flitwick hadn’t seen it, but Harry just hummed in satisfaction and stared at his chair. It was a normal wooden chair. He thought back to transfiguration and looked at it. “Abracad’” He was too lazy to finish his sentence, but the chair turned into a proper desk chair and with the Leviosa spell he just learned, he made it also gravitate, but this time from right to left, making it spin.  

To not be nauseous, he often changed the sense it spun but never really stopped. He wasn’t sure if it worked but he wasn’t throwing up so...  

After a few minutes of spinning, Harry was already dozing off in his still-spinning chair and Flitwick called him.  

“Potter, what on earth are you doing??”  

Harry just sleepily flicked his wrist with a sound that resembled a half-assessed “Fly”. The feather flew.  

“Impressive!” The small professor exclaimed, which earned him a silent “I know” before Harry finally fell asleep on his spinning chair.   

After this, he had lunch and the rest of the day for himself. Which he spent just eating, sleeping, eating, sleeping, restraining to strangle Ron who woke him up from his nap, eating and sleeping again.  

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In the morning, Harry had lots of energy for once because there weren’t his relatives to annoy him in the morning and Ron had shut up after Harry threw his nightstand at the boy who barely dodged but still got the message of shutting up.  

A chubby boy not that far received a small transparent ball where red smoke appeared in. Ron explained that it’s a rememberall. He just woke up and already forgot something?   

That’s a real talent.
 

After breakfast, they had Herbology with the Hufflepuffs. That word’s a real tongue-twister.
 

The walk there was easy, no stairs, only a vast land. Best start of the day Harry ever had.

Once inside, they were given earmuffs and gloves before everyone went around the table. Sprout told everyone to put on what she had given them and look at her.
 

She carefully explained what they would do today, until Neville passed out and fell to the ground next to Harry who looked at him, shocked, then had the muffle a laughter that wanted to pass through, his body shaking at the boy’s weakness.
 

“Did he not put on the earmuffs correctly?” Sprout asked. A Gryffindor also next to Neville shook his head “No miss, he must have gotten scared of the mandragora.” Sprout nodded and ordered everyone to just do their work. Neville took quite some place, and Harry had to push him with his foot out of the way to move comfortably.  

Sprout had dragged out Neville to the side into a chair while everyone transferred the mandragoras. Each one looked particularly ugly, especially Harry’s who looked like Vernon.  

With a face of disgust, harry quickly replanted it.  

After Hebology class, Neville had slowly woken up and everyone was now walking towards potions. It was in the dungeons so now climbing stairs. Harry enjoyed sliding down on it, until he eventually couldn’t anymore because the stairs didn’t even have handrails at the bottom of the castle. Boring.  

Once in potion, Harry was met by the view of the ugliest man he’d ever seen (After Vernon). Pointy nose, greasy hair, old skin... Harry was sure he had some Goblin in his genes.  

When everyone was sat, there was no introduction, he just wrote something on the board and started with the questions.  

“What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?”  

He asked. The only one to raise their hand was Hermione, practically jumping in her place.  

Harry was just glancing at the board, trying to read the teacher’s horrid handwriting.  

“Potter!” Was called out, making Harry flinch in surprise.  

“What?” He asked, confused.  

“What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?” The man repeated.  

“A sleeping potion so strong it can simulate death. Not useful unless you’re trying to bury someone alive or fake your own funeral. You want a dosage chart, or…?” Harry replied, without hesitation.  

Harry could see Snape’s brow twitch in anger, which confused Harry, he answered correctly? What’s with this Goblin.  

“…Five points from Gryffindor. Arrogance isn't cleverness.” He barked.  

Harry’s eyes widened, clear frustrated confusion written all over his face.
 

“- Well fuck you then??”  

Everyone in the classroom gasped. Snape clench his teeth.  

“Ten more points”  

Harry huffed and shrugged. “Make it twenty. I don’t care. You’re still a greasy creep hiding behind student abuse to cope with your unresolved issues.”  

Snape clenched his fist and turned around, deciding to ignore the boy, but secretly wanting to hex him. He asked Malfoy a question about plants which he answered correctly.  

In the making of the potion, Harry was quick with it but jumped again in surprise at the loud explosion coming from Ron and Semus’ table. Everyone in the classroom was stunned and Snape deducted points.
 

Harry’s potion was perfect, to Snape’s surprise and rage. He just said it was passable and didn’t add any point, not wanting to flutter the boy’s ego, even if Harry couldn’t care less about being recognized by a greasy old man that looks like he would fit in Gringotts. When they got out, Harry did not clean up, wanting to annoy Snape. It was now time to eat, Harry’s favorite time of the day. He immediately sat down, not listening to the chatting all around, immediately creating a pile in his plate and eating everything.

In the middle of eating, 2 boys that were similar ton Ron but older sat next to him.  

“Heard that you backtalked Snape? You got balls” The first one chuckled.  

“I’m Forge”

“What do you want?” Asked Harry, currently eating corn.  

Gred smirked “Just be friend, you seem cool. We already know you Harry tho”

“Why does everyone know my name? I get it you two learnt from the Snape backtalk but the others before knew me. It’s very off-putting” He sneered. Forge seemed shocked “You don’t know who you are?” Harry shook his head.

“You’re a celebrity! You’re the boy who lived, when you-know-who attacked you and your parents, he cast a killing curse on you, but you survived and banished him!” Excitedly told Gred.

“Banishing someone? I know my parents died when I was not even 2 years old. I couldn’t have done it” He huffed.

Fred laughed and continued on and on about how popular he was, that he freed the magical world from a Dark lord.

“Well, now at least I know, thanks. No one had the decency to tell me before” Harry scoffed.  

Gred put a hand over his heart. “Always!”

Then they talked about pranking teachers and students. Harry actually listened quite a bit, they were fun. More than everyone else at least.  

After eating, the twins bid him farewell as he was guided to the last class of the day; flying.  

It was again outside, no need for stairs. This has to be the best day ever (If you ignore the old man from potion).  

Everyone was lined up on the field, a broom they had polished moments ago on the floor next to them.  

The teacher looked quite clean and energetic, Harry at least gave her that she looked like a decent teacher and not a Goblin Dumbledore found under a cave.  

“You will say Get up and grab you broom!” She explained and blew in her whistle.   Everyone started screaming at their broom to get up. Some worked, some didn’t. Harry just stared at his broom with interest and merely flicked his hand, the broom jolting up and stopping at the center of his palm before he could even wrap his fingers around it.  

Once everyone got their broom in hand, they had to straddle the broom.  

But, in the middle of the lecture, Neville started flying. The teacher started yelling at him to get back down, but his broom was out of his control, causing him to fall off and crash, hurting his wrist. Damn, he keeps getting hurt today.  

The teacher screamed at the rest of the students that flying isn’t allowed and went away to the infirmary with Neville.  

Malfoy picked up the rememberall that Neville had apparently dropped. Harry walked towards the boy.  

“Hey, hand it over” Harry asked, wanting to see if he forgot anything.  

“What? You want to hand it back to your little friend?” Sneered Malfoy.  

Harry has never been so confused in his entire life. No? He doesn’t care about the boy; he just wants the magic ball.  

Malfoy straddled his broom again and started flying, juggling with the ball.  

Harry was too lazy to go fetch it like a dog, but at the same time, he never flew before.  

He hummed and rid the broom, going up in the air as if he had done this since his birth. But the broom didn’t feel comfortable, the wood was old. Harry just threw his left leg over, sitting on the broom by the side like a princess riding a horse.  

“Pass it over!” Grinned Harry, wanting to play catch in the air.  

Malfoy threw the ball far behind Harry. “Go catch it then!” He mocked.
 

Harry rolled his eyes and went for it. He almost hit the wall, but he got it at the last moment.  

He threw the ball a bit and caught it again. “I’m so good at this” He then went back on the floor.  

Everyone was chanting for him, which made him very uncomfortable; Ew, people.  

But no one really had time to really throw him in the air that McGonagall appearing, calling his name.  

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Harry followed McGonagall through the corridors. He wondered if he was going to get expelled? That’d suck.

But when they arrived in front of a classroom and she called a boy, telling him they found a seeker, Harry was confused, what was a seeker?

And so, this is how Harry ended up outside, being taught by Oliver Wood how the rules of Quidditch.

“This a Quaffle, it will try to make you fall off of your broom” he said, mentioning at the ball currently shaking uncontrollably and chained up. Harry tensed up at its view, it would attack him? Goddamnit, who the fuck invented this? He didn’t want to end up crippled at 11.

He threw a bat at Harry who caught it just in time before it hit his face. Then he freed the ball, making Harry seriously think he’d gone crazy. But when he hit the Quaffle, sending him flying between the arms of a statue, he actually felt great. Hitting things was nice.

But the ball sped up toward him, and before Oliver could catch it, Harry sent it flying again, trying to send it further away than before.

“Harry?” he looked at him, but Harry could care less and continued to hit the Quaffle repeatedly.

After getting bored of it, he finally let Oliver take it and put it back in chains.

“You’re good at this!” He chuckled. “But you won’t have to worry about it, the only ball you need to worry about is this one...” He said, taking a little triangle shaped box for it to let out a small gold ball.

“This is a snitch, if you catch it, the game end.”

Harry watch as the snitch take life, its wings spreading and flying. He catches it with a hand to inspect it. It was very pretty.

Oliver then took it back and put it in the little hidden box again.

“I just have to focus on this?” asked Harry.

Oliver nodded.

“Yes Harry, just this one. I’m sure you’ll do amazing! Your father was also a great seeker!”

Harry hummed. He did pass in front of his father’s trophies one time or two.

Harry wanted to destroy that record now. He wasn’t going to be hidden in the shadow of a dead man.

The next day, he had history of magic. Already 20 minutes in and the professor was still talking about just the goblin wars. Half the class was already asleep, so Harry just grabbed his stuff and left, not turning back when the teacher called him.

Once in the corridors, he looked around. It felt strangely empty.

He continued walking aimlessly. This castle was so huge. After taking the stairs, they suddenly moved again, almost causing Harry to fall, but he gripped the rail tightly.

They stopped at a door Harry never went through before.

As he looked around, he realized this was the forbidden corridor. Cool!

He walked up eagerly.

The corridor was wide, dusty and dark, the only light source being dim torch sconces. There were lots of spider webs without spiders, some crates stacked up in the corner and no paintings. This all was so eerie, Harry liked it.

He soon arrived at a door. Harry tried to open it, and unfortunately, it was locked. But whoever locked it did a bad j*b because he easily unlocked it with a first-year spell.

Inside, he was greeted by a very angry 3 headed dog, growling at him. He focused on the head, but his eyes drifted down, there was a trap under his paw. Interesting.

He ran out and locked back the door before getting eaten. He got out of the forbidden corridor, having to wait a bit for the stairs to come back to his location to go back down, sliding on the rail.

When he was back, it was already time for lunch, which he gladly ate.

Chicken, beans, eggs... Everything that was close ended up in his stomach. It was really a wonder to everyone how he managed not to gain weight.

He was soon joined by the twins again.

“Hey! We heard you’re in the team now!” exclaimed Gred.

“You’re also playing quidditch?”

“Yeah, we are! We both are the beaters, it’s us who’ll protect you” Forge smiled widely, wrapping an arm around Harry’s shoulders.

“Well, now I’m worried about my safety” Harry stated as he ate a chicken leg.

“Aw! You’re such a buzzkill”

Gred put some food on his own plate, Forge did the same but stole some from Gred.

“Hey, do you guys know what’s in the forbidden corridor?” Harry asked, swallowing his food.

Gred and Forge looked at each-others then both shook their head.

“Nope” they said in unison.

“Well, I went up to look and it was a fucking three headed dog guarding something, people here are crazy.” Gred and Forge stilled, then seemed to communicate with some sort of twin telepathy.

“Really?” Gred put his fork down, now serious.

“Yeah, almost fucking bit my head off”

Forge grabbing both his shoulders and violently shook him. “Mate! We should totally go see!”

Harry shrugged. “Sure”

They were all three now in front of the locked door, Forge and Gred standing at his sides.

He unlocked the door again, letting them look at the massive dog who instantly started barking.

Harry quickly closed the door again, but Gred and Forge were grinning ear to ear. “We know who own him! We can totally make him spill the beans.”

Harry raised an eyebrow.

“How do you know?”

“Well, he’s kind of the only one who would ever own a dog like this.”

Forge grabbed Harry’s hand and lifted them up in the air in victory. “This is huge mate! We’re totally gonna have a fun year.” Gred was also smiling widely, leaning against the door.

“Yeah, but let’s get out of here before we get caught.” Forge nodded at Gred who started heading out.

“By the way, my name’s actually George” Forge said with a shit-eating grin.

“Mine’s Fred” Harry sighed.

“Figured it wasn’t your names”

Both laughed and hung out for the rest of the day, even if it was more of Harry being carried around against his will. He shouldn’t have showed them the dog, now they won’t leave him alone.

Well, at least, they weren’t as annoying as Ron.

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Harry was eating, Fred was sitting next to him while George was in front. It had been A whole 2 month since he arrived at Hogwarts and it was Halloween, meaning Harry currently had 3 different lollipops in his mouth. 

“I’m telling you, that teacher will be boring for the entire school year for real!! He only talks about the Goblin war and NOTHING else! It’s crazy” Groaned Fred. 

Harry listened to him talk. He couldn’t answer because of the lollipops but nodded. 

“And so-” George was interrupted as Quirrell ran into the room, screaming “Troll in the dungeons!” Before finally collapsing to the floor between the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables. 

George was surprised, as well as Fred, and Harry was hissing as the loud noise of the doors slamming open causing him to bite on his tongue, as well as one of the lollipops. 

Every student started screaming, until Dumbledore stood up and yelled “SILENCE!” with a deep and loud voice. Everyone calmed down except Harry that had to take out the lollipops out of his mouth because he was choking on the bit he had bitten off. 

Fred rubbed his back and passed him so water while he continued wheezing and choking. 

“Everyone calms down; your prefects will accompany you all to your respective houses.” Dumbledore explained. “And we will go take care of the troll.” 

The prefects all stood up solemnly and gathered their houses in a line before escorting everyone to their rooms. 

Harry, Fred and George were at the back, Ron and Seamus a bit further in front. 

“Hey, if the troll is in the dungeons, aren’t the Slytherins in danger?” Harry asked. 

The twins shrugged. “Dumbledore is old, just ignore it.” 

Then, Ron and Seamus ran away in the opposite direction, Harry followed them with his eyes. “Why is your stupid brother running in the opposite direction? That’s stupid.” 

Fred grinned. “Let’s go check it out” George grinned back and they also ran, following Ron. George was dragging Harry by the arm, who did not really give a bloody fuck about whatever Ron was doing. 

They run down the stairs until Ron and Seamus stopped as everyone heard a girly scream coming from the toilets.  

Ron and Seamus immediately burst in, Harry and the twins walking behind. George and Fred were in awe at seeing the troll from outside the bathroom. Harry remained behind the twins as they peaked in.  

His brain fuzzed, he didn’t know why. It was like his magic had taken a human form and was whispering in a high pitched voice that itched at the back of his mind. It whispered at him to use his magic.  

Harry would have just ignored it, if not for the fact he felt his fingers twitch, becoming cold. He shuddered and clicked his tongue before pushing past the twins where Ron and Seamus were trying to distract the troll.  

He raised his hand, planning on just knocking the troll out, not caring enough to do something more fancy, but as he surged his magic to act, he heard a crack, stopping his headache, but the troll fell limp.  

Hermione, the twins, Ron and Seamus were staring with wide eyes. Harry was merely looking at the troll and the strange shape his neck was now in.  

He felt a snap, the snap that held together every magic existence.  

The troll was dead.  

Harry just stared at it. He wasn’t sad, it was just a disgusting troll, what puzzled him was that he didn’t mean that. Why did his control just became blurry?  

He cleared his throat, and to not show weakness, he acted as if he had meant it.  

“ah! He fell like a twig lmao, isn’t he pathetic” he pointed at the troll, addressing the twins that just stared at him before laughing awkwardly and nodding.  

“Yeah! He was so weak, I thought trolls were stronger” Fred grinned.  

George snorted and they started walking out with Harry who was silently staring at his hands.  

Killing a troll didn’t make him feel any guilt, but it was making him uneasy.  

When they were gone, the teacher had found Hermione, Ron and Seamus and a dead troll on the floor. 

They however had came up with a story, not wanting to end up like the troll by pissing Harry off.  

When everyone had fallen asleep, Harry was trying to sleep, but everytime he started falling into the dream realm, he just saw a twirling floating ball of darkness, whispers he couldn’t understand echoing in the room.  

He opened his eyes again, frowning.  

He felt warm, but uncomfortably so.  

He sometimes felt like that, especially right after forcing accidental magic to hide his doings.  

But it never came to a point of keeping him awake.  

Was he using it too much? He should stop using accidental magic. But he hated knowing it could then be tracked back to him.  

Everyone was impressed at his wandless and wordless magic, but in truth, he never knew how to do that. He just forced his magic to act like it was accidental, and it obeyed.  

He could be very precise, and today was the first ever time it slipped up.  

After waiting in bed for another 20 minutes, he groaned and got up from his bed, walking out.  

Once in the common room, he tried concentrating on his magic to make himself invisible, but then remembered he wanted to stop.  

So he gave up and just was very discreet when he climbed up to the astronomy tower and sat on the edge, the cold air making the uncomfortable warmth bearable.  

He breathed and looked at the view below. Under the moon sky, it was beautiful. He could see the water from here. It was all murky and green but still pretty and calm.  

He didn’t know what was happening to him.  

After a few moments, he heard a knock at the door of the tower. His mind immediately debating if he should try using his magic again.  

It was unfortunately too late to decide when Quirell came behind him.  

“Hello mister p-p-po-Potter. ” he stuttered, fidgeting with his fingers.  

“Professor” Harry acknowledged.  

“W-hat are you d-do-doing?” the teacher was down next to Harry but far enough not to touch him.  

“I had a… nightmare” he lied, feeling his scar itch and he unconsciously used his magic to sooth the pain, making a flash of the black ball come back in his mind.  

He clutched his head and Quirell raised an eyebrow.  

“Is s-something wron-ong P-P-Potter?” the man tilted his head.  

“I don’t know, something's wrong with my magic” he finally said, but didn’t elaborate.  

“it's you who k-k-killed the t-troll right?”  

Harry looked at Quirell's face, trying to guess what his intentions were.  

“I guess so” he looked away back at the water.  

“Us tea-teachers f-found st-strange magic floating o-over the tro-troll”  

“You did? I thought accidental magic couldn’t be tracked” He hummed.  

“It is, but th-that f-felt diff-ifferent”  

“how so?” 

“It f-felt li-like it was m-multiple m-magic at once”  

Harry started swinging his legs and finally decided to tell the professor. Perhaps it was a kind of wizard illness?  

“I felt weird. I just wanted to put the troll to sleep, but he dropped dead instead. And now I can’t sleep, I feel so hot and I keep seeing this twirling black orb everytime I close my eyes.” He muttered under his breath 

Quirell’s eyes narrowed.  

“Maybe I’m just sick or something, I don’t know anymore. It feels weird.” 

“C-can you tr-try casting a l-l-lumos?” proposed the professor.  

Harry didn’t know how that would help but nodded anyway.  

He lifted his finger up, and summoned his magic again.  

The light came, like usual, but so bright and hard that Harry had to stop, his fingers feeling burnt.  

Quirell's eyes had widened before turning dark for a moment, a mix of glee and remorse mixing in them.  

“I'm s-sure it will go-g-go away s-soon, no need for a doc- a doctor.” 

Quirell stood up and walked out, talking to himself as if someone was responding.  

Harry just stared at his finger. He casted a tempus to see the time, but it was so bright Harry couldn’t look at it. What was going on?  

He stood up and walked back to the common room, avoiding a cat on his way there.  

Back in his room, he just used his magic one last time. But instead of trying to cast a direct spell for cold, he tried for a muted version, and the result came just as the original.  

Weird, it seemed his magic was amplified. Well, he didn’t trust Quirell to say anything useful, but maybe the man was right. He could learn to control it.  

He went into his bed and turned the lights off.