Bucket List Of The Undead (Harry Potter SI)
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-Unknown POV-
One man's trash. Can be another man's treasure.
It was an infamous quote. Like there was (probably) no one who hadn't heard of it in some shape or form.
… This quote also fit my situation perfectly.
What was I talking about you wonder? Well we should probably backtrack a bit…
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My name was Sam Potter. A normal immigrant British-Indian. My mother was Indian and my father was a Brit. I had three other older siblings that had a much more successful life than mine. And was for all purposes- as the internet said -a shut-in NEET.
How did I make money? Well I was quite "lucky" since my childhood. See when I had just turned eighteen I came across a new little thing called "coin".
Of course it didn't mean anything then, just a purchase that I was sure going to be a loss after I was sober the next morning.
Needless to say the rest was history.
Rather than sit on all that money though, I just bought a few apartment buildings and for the last ten years I have been living on the income from that.
But despite that… it was not enough.
"Oh look Gita is marrying one of the richest people on the planet!" Yes, Mom. Do you know that there is a sexual harassment case going on against him?
"Oh I am so proud of my son! He became the prime minister of UK!" Yeah and he probably bribed his way to it.
"Oh Jasmine has such a promising career as a singer! Last year her song was played a billion times on YouTube!" That's really not that hard nowadays mother.
"""Oh our youngest son? He's such a disappointment. He just owns a few apartment buildings."""
It was never enough for them. It will never be enough for them.
No matter how hard I tried to get good marks, no matter how hard I tried to make them proud I was always a disappointment in their eyes.
I wonder why? Like I literally do not know.
I had tried to be understanding. I knew that I can't blame my siblings for this. But still after being shown up again and again and again…
You can't help but be bitter.
I know I needed therapist help for it but honestly, I was beyond caring at this point.
I loved my siblings, they were kind and supportive. And feeling jealous of them made me feel disgusted at myself.
… So I cut myself off from them. After all, wasn't this better? I could live alone with nobody's expectations upon me.
I could live quietly, peacefully and use all my money for anything that I desire (within limits of course).
"Oh sorry, I won't be able to attend your wedding Raj… I'm busy."
"Thank you for the ticket but sorry Jasmine, my health suddenly took a swan dive…. Yeah I'll go see the doctor. Good luck."
"Sorry Gita. I can't attend Mom and Dad's 50th anniversary. I suddenly got a meeting with a new buyer. He's a big man so I can't delay it."
Lies. They were all lies. I was free as rain. Just playing some random ass video game on my computer.
I think they understood what I was trying to tell them after a while. Because somewhere along the line the calls just… stopped.
Till today.
"Hey! I'm Sam Potter! I'm not available so please leave your message at the beep!" Said my recorded voicemail. Grabbing my attention from the book I was reading.
"Hey Sam…" Said the deep voice of my older brother. "How are you? Hope you're doing okay." He chuckled awkwardly. "Sigh… look its pretty shocking but… Dad passed yesterday… Mom went with him a few hours later. There was no accident or anything. They were just old… So we were hoping that you would attend the funeral. If you're listening please come to the St. Peter's Funeral House at 10 AM by the twelfth. Bye"
I sat there motionless as the message ended. My face as apathetic as it can be. Slowly I got up and sat down by my PC.
… And started gaming.
The day came and went. I still hadn't left my chair and was transfixed on my PC. Watching movies or playing games.
This time, I was watching Harry Potter Deathly Hallows Part 2. Just as both Harry and Voldemort began their final spells a thought occurred to me.
"I wish I had a second chance…" A broken family and a lonely life.
"I wish I could do a restart on all this…" My eyes felt heavy and just as Voldemort began turning to ashes, my eyes closed…
And I fell asleep…
Forever.
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My eyes fluttered open. I was lying… outside? It was pretty damn cloudy. When was the last time I touched grass?
Where was I?
Looking around, I found this myself lying in the middle of a graveyard with a dozen people in half-skull masks and black robes were huddled around something.
"A cult?" I muttered lightly, having a bad feeling about this.
Was I kidnapped or something? How though? I distinctly remember locking my 2 feet titanium front door.
What? Can't a normal guy be prepared just in case a zombie apocalypse happened?
Anyways, it seems they heard my voice because they turned to look at me and-
"He's alive!" Someone yelled in… fear?
"He survived! How!?"
"Is he truly unkillable?"
All of them recoiled in fear and shock while I just looked at them confusedly until a glint caught my eye.
Kneeling besides a fallen person was a ratty looking and balding middle aged man that was… also looking at me with fear?
The thing that caught my eye though was the glinting silvery liquid hand…
What the heck is going on?
"What the heck is going on?" Oops! Guess I said that outloud in shock.
Because I recognize him. At least vaguely. He looked almost the same as the actor and the character of Peter Pettigrew.
This must be some cosplay or something right? I chuckled nervously when seeing the expressions on the faces of the Death Eater cosplayers.
But my denials were quickly shattered when a deep, whispering, evil voice cut through the hushed silence of the graveyard-
"What happened Wormtail?" Instantly the gossiping cult-people went silent, my eyes widened in horror as the person everyone was huddled around stood up to reveal himself in all his unholyness.
He… he was a tall thing. He wore a dark green robe that touched his feet. Pasty, bone white skin that clung to his bone. Posture was relaxed and royal, but looked ready to strike like a deadly viper. His face was… snake like, with his nose being practically nonexistent. But the most horrifying thing was…
He opened his snake-like eye slits… and deep crimson red eyes were revealed that gave you shiver of horror just looking at them.
-his eyes. They revealed the true extent of his inhumanness. If eyes were the windows to the soul, this person- no! This being was evil.
He was true evil. The type that was born just to spread his darkness on the face of this earth.
And just being in this unholy presence was enough for me to be dragged out of my denial kicking and screaming.
No way… No way!? This can't be happening!
This was without a doubt Voldemort or also known by his real name as Tom Riddle…
The main villain of the Harry Potter series.
Then judging by my location… the reactions of the Death Eaters…
-I looked down at my own body. Hands, smaller, slimmer and fairer than I remembered greeted me back. The clothes I was wearing seemed to be made out of some unknown material but we're in the color of red, yellow and black.
Without a doubt… I'm Harry Potter.
Looking at my surroundings and the Dark Lord and his Death Eaters who were slowly realising what had happened I could only say…
Fuck!
"Fuck!"
…
The graveyard was silent. Only the echoes of my loud curse brought some noise.
I could tell from the postures of the Death Eaters that they were taken aback by my cursing.
But my eyes were drawn to the figure standing in between them… Lord Voldemort… I could see that he had put two-and-two together.
But judging from the slowly growing pressure that I could sense from him, and the rageful (was that a flash of fear?) expression on his face, whatever he was thinking wasn't going to be very good for my continued health…
With wrath clearly written on his face, he brought his hand up, holding his bone white wand, he chanted-
My eyes widened, subconsciously I don't know how, but instinctively my right hand righted itself, my wrist subconsciously moving in a unknown pattern as a word left my mouth as I felt a buildup of power build inside the piece of dark wood that I held in my palms (was it always there?).
"Avada Kedavra!"
"Expelliarmus!"
-two jets of lightning beams met in the middle. One sickly green and one bright red. Both clashing, neither giving up.
"How!?" For the first time in his life, Lord Voldemort's composure broke under the absurd phenomena that this boy kept revealing each and every time. "How are you blocking the Killing Curse!?"
Meanwhile, I held on to the wand with both my hands as the winds around us started picking up. Holding onto the wand (that was progressively warming up) for my dear life, for the first time in a long while the adrenaline overwrote my introvert nature. And I let go.
Smiling crazily at him. "Power of Love bitch!" And I giggled. Truthfully, I could guess it was because of the piece of wood in my hands.
As the winds around us picked up, I could see Voldemort's expression screw itself in fury as he increased the pressure from his side and suddenly I was losing.
I gave it my all, all the effort that I could. But I could still see green quickly approaching me.
-turn suddenly both of us were isolated. The Death Eaters clinging onto him were blasted off as a golden dome surrounded both of us.
'Yes! I just need to hold on a little longer!' I cheered inwardly, hoping to God that fate, canon, or whatever it was that my luck doesn't fail me now.
Soon blue lights escaped Voldemort's wand. Six figures floated up to me as Voldemort looked around confusedly, letting off the pressure for a second.
I didn't have the power to lose my focus. But somehow despite not turning back, I could feel all of them.
The Missing Old Lady, The Old Housekeeper, Cedric Diggory, Lily Potter, James Potter and…
Harry Potter.
All of them stood beside me taking on the burden as the Potter family and Cedric addressed me.
"You're holding on wonderfully kid!" Said who I assumed was James from his looks.
"You just need a little push!" Said a smiling Harry.
They know. I looked at him in guilt. I had stolen his body. "But… why are you helping me? Aren't you angry that I took over your body?" I whispered.
He smiled kindly at me. "It's alright. It my choice." I feel how happy he was with this decision.
Realization dawned on my face. So he went through the King Cross experience? But the difference was that he chose to board the train…
"We can't hold on longer!" Yelled Lily. "We'll create an opening for you! Wait for the signal then take the cup and go back!"
I nodded quickly; I was sensing a creeping feeling of tiredness. I knew I couldn't hold on for long either.
"Hey! Take my body back please?" Said the floating apparition of Cedric Diggory, and once again I nodded as sweat gathered on my face.
BOOM!
"NOW!" Yelled Lily and my hand was engulfed in pain as the wand I was holding exploded, sending pieces of wood buried into my hand.
Not able to address the sudden pain, I gritted my teeth and ran for my life towards where both Cedric's corpse and the Triwizard Cup were lying.
The Cup must've landed there after both Voldemort and I somehow conjured the mini-tornado.
As I jumped towards them, and held the Cup in one hand, while touch the corpse with my other, my vision was transformed into a whirlpool of blue energy and cyclone-like winds.
The last thing I heard was a scream of rage-
"NOOOOOOOOO!"
-before I landed on the grassy field, as trumpets and cheers erupted around me.
I "cried" outloud. Holding my right hand, whose palms were burnt to toast and were filled with the destroyed pieces of "my" wand and also half-hugging Cedric's corpse. "HE'S BACK!"
I hope to god that the countless hours I sunk into drama club would back up my deceit. I thought as I steeled myself to act like my life depended on it despite the immense pain and tiredness that I felt as my adrenaline started running ragged.
Please don't be a shitty fanfiction world and send me to Azkaban on fake charges!
"VOLDEMORT'S BACK!"
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Either I have inherited Harry's Fate Protection BS or I am seriously lucky. I thought as I looked out of the infirmary window while being restrained to my bed.
Everything had practically resolved itself afterwards. Barty Crouch Junior got caught, Moody was rescued, and Junior was interrogated via Veritaserum. Then I was taken to the infirmary where I was interrogated.
Though I guess having the magical signature of the Killing Curse AND the rest of the Unforgivables practically wafting off me so strongly proved to convince them atleast partially to my story. I sighed in relief but also frustration.
I had told them everything about what happened in the graveyard, even the apparition of "my" parents. The only thing I had edited was my own reincarnation and the presence of Harry's apparition.
The source of my frustrations was one Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic. Because even though it seemed like Dumbledore was pacified and understanding of my "situation", it looks like Fudge is still denying Voldemort's return.
Instead, he is pinning this all on the "infamous mass murderer Sirius Black" who kidnapped both Cedric and me to torture and kill us, succeeded too but I once again "miraculously" survived the Killing Curse and escaped with Cedric's corpse.
Of course, my memory was scattered because of experiencing loss of a friend, torture and once again living through the Killing Curse. I grit my teeth in anger at the shit the Daily Prophet and the Ministry were spewing.
Of course he also gave Dementor's Kiss to Barty Crouch Junior on the spot. Conveniently erasing the only evidence there was to prove my theory.
I shook my head and deflated. Truly that guy is more delusional than even the losing Nazi's at the end of WW2 in my world. But atleast I'm not in Azkaban on false charges.
Probably both because of Dumbledore's protection and because I had stopped pushing for my story after Fudge rebuked me (didn't want to become a parish and Fudge's career would self-destruct once Voldemort revealed himself).
I had made sure to look into Dumbledore's twinkling eyes at least once so that it didn't seem like I was intentionally avoiding it.
I also made sure to think strongly about Voldemort at that moment. Which wasn't really hard as I still got nightmares about his crimson evil eyes.
Shivers.
Yeah not thinking about that any longer…
I had just looked at his eyes for a split second, so I know that he would have tried to read my mind at that moment.
And judging from his relaxed posture afterwards, he had believed that I was afraid of looking people in their eye after the traumatic experience.
I played my part perfectly. I knew how Legillimency and Occlumency worked after all. The user didn't hear other's thoughts but rather only saw memories.
There were pretty descriptive descriptions about it in the books after all.
So I had intentionally chosen the memory that I felt strongly for. That way it was easier to push it to the front of my mind.
I didn't want anybody to find that I had replaced Harry. I hadn't even told them that I didn't remember any of "my" old memories.
Yes, I didn't have any of Harry's memories. Any magic I had done had been instinctive in the graveyard.
I had all of my memories. Including those of books and movies so I could act like Harry good enough. But specific detailed moments that weren't mentioned in the material? Yeah didn't know them.
It made my interactions with Harry's friends awkward but seeing my "traumatic experience" they probably justified it themselves.
Will this come to bite me later? Maybe but I was fine with pushing it to the future Sam.
For now, I would satisfy myself with reading all the magic textbooks of all past four years (so glad Harry kept all of them in his trunk) while Madam Pomfrey healed me, specifically rebuilt my hand after the surgery it went through to take out all the wood shards stuck in it.
First thing, I'm doing after getting out of here is getting a wand! An excited smile appeared on my face, I couldn't wait to use magic!
Like consciously!
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-Albus Dumbledore POV-
-Headmaster's Office, Hogwarts-
"What is he thinking Severus?" He asked the huffing and twitching form of his Potions Master.
The past few days had been quiet tough on everyone, especially on those in know about the return.
Voldemort has risen one more.
Dark times were coming.
The cloaked form of Severus Snape took a deep breath. "He has decided to lie low for the time being and build up his forces. He has also come to the conclusion that Potter's repeated survival has something to do with the prophecy…"
Dumbledore nodded, already expecting this. He sighed. "As long as he focuses on the Prophecy he won't declare an all out war."
"But we can't let him just take it can we?" Sniped the groaning Potions Master.
Dumbledore smiled. "Of course not, as long as Voldemort believes that the key to killing Harry lies with the prophecy, he would stop at nothing to obtain it. We'll have to assemble the Order once again."
Severus nodded, but then reproachfully asked. "How did Potter survive it again? I understood that it was Lily's sacrifice that had let him survive the first time. But now…"
"Now that theory of mine doesn't quite pan out." Smiled Dumbledore, his eyes shining with wonder and curiosity.
Despite the coming darkness, there will always be Light. Ready to fight against it… Shining.
"Truth be told Severus, even I don't fully understand how Harry survived the Killing Curse a second time. I have some ideas… but no evidence." He then smiled a relaxed smile at the dour man. "Magic is wonderful is it not? I have a feeling everything will be just alright now."
Severus nodded and stood up to leave. "Headmaster." He nodded and turned back towards the door, his cape billowing as he walked.
Then Dumbledore looked down at his desk and sighed. Paperwork, the bane of my existence.
Aftermath of the Triwizard Tournament… Applications for new DADA teacher… Budget for next year…
Albus slumped in his seat. I'm getting too old for this.
As he started working on the big pile of paperwork at his desk, his mind floated off. After I'm done with this entire Tom's mess, I should take a vacation or something.
As he politely denied the letter for his vote on the thickness of cauldron bottom, he thought. I've heard that Malaysia is a good place for some rest and relaxation.
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-Harry "Sam" Potter-
-Infirmary, Hogwarts-
"So I don't need glasses anymore?" I ask once more.
Madam Pomfrey sighed. "Yes Mr. Potter. For whatever reason the dark taint from your scar has left and your eyesight has been gradually improving. At the rate it's going, by the time you leave here you should have full 20/20 vision."
I nodded absentmindedly. So the Horcrux is gone then?
That's… a relief. I didn't want someone's soul living in my forehead after all. But it also brought its own bag of worries.
Because now… canon was screwed for sure. Not like it wasn't before, with both Harry's death and the destruction of "my" wand, but it was unrecoverable now.
I shrugged. Not like I was gonna follow it anyway. If I had anything to say about it.
After some more wand waving, Madam Pomfrey bid me adieu after giving some more bland and disgusting potions for me to consume.
By the way, yeah apparently Pomfrey always knew about the "taint" in my scar as she was the first person Dumbledore took me to after Hagrid rescued me. But since I am a unique specimen, she and all the other Mediwitches had just chalked it up as the remnants of Dark Magic which should've dispersed naturally and was harmless but was still there because the spell casted was the Killing Curse (a taint leaving curse).
So there went the fan theory that Pomfrey was mind controlled to not fix or report my "dark tainted" scar.
-Which was also almost healed now.
I sighed and opened up the second year book on Charms. Not to self: remind Hermione to bring me the "standard" books about DADA because Harry only has Lockhart's garbage.
But as the hours passed, my mind couldn't help but wander.
About my fate.
My role in this grand war.
My identity.
Who am I now? Am I Harry? Or am I Sam? But even though I had Harry's body I didn't have his memories…
So was I Sam? But my body was of Harry?
Man this is confusing. I shook my head. Then a metaphorical light bulb switched on.
Yes! Why didn't I think of that before! I laughed as I opened the study bag that Hermione and Ron had left for me when they came to visit.
Holding the folded piece of parchment in my hands, I thought. I don't have a want but I hope that holding a hand up is a good substitute.
I swallowed my excitement and nervousness and said while holding my right hand up. "I solemnly swear that I'm up to no good."
I looked at the parchment in expectancy but slumped when it showed now changes. I muttered. "I guess it was too much of hope for-" but then my eyes widened and jaw fell as the plain parchment was slowly filled by ink.
"Messer's Padfoot, Moony, Prongs and Wormtail present…" I read outloud in excitement. "The Marauders Map."
I couldn't hold my excitement as I let out a totally manly squeal while holding it. It was an infamous object after all. Especially to a Potterhead.
But I tempered my excitement for the time being and focused on why I had taken this out right now.
"Now… let's see where the infirmary is…" I muttered as I navigated the map with some difficulty (I don't how to use it because who uses maps when you have GPS?) but I finally arrived at the place I was looking for…
And seeing the name written on it, I slumped back into my bed.
Harry Sam Potter
"Well… that simplifies things right?" I muttered. So I was basically a mix of both now even if I didn't have Harry's memories.
Harry and Sam.
What did this mean for the prophecy? I don't know. Was it over? Once again, I don't know. What should I do?
Well… that remains to be seen. Maybe I should start a bucket list. My older brother always said it helped in organizing his mind.
I shook my head, and dispersed these thoughts. Look at what I'm doing. I'm holding a piece of, honest to god, magic in my hands and am worrying about useless things.
I smiled down at the parchment in my hands and spent the next two hours just playing with it and the Cloak Of Invisibility.
This is a Deathly Hallow right? I held the silvery cloak and eyed it with interest. There were a ton of theories online in my past life related to the Hallows.
Should I unite them and see what happens? It honestly wouldn't be that hard. All of them practically fell into OG Harry's lap after all.
And Master Of Death is a pretty cool title even if I don't believe that it mean anything. Becoming the "master" of an aspect of the universe? Yeah right.
I'm not such a fool that I would believe it.
What I believe is that all of these are just powerful magical artifacts that have gained infamy because of the tragic fates of their creators.
Yes, I believe the Peverell Brothers created them and not Death. I shook my head. Still it's a cool title if nothing else.
So there it goes on my mental bucket list.
1. Unite the Hallows. (Not Completed)
Then I yawned and rubbed my eyes. It's getting pretty late, I should probably go to sleep or else Madam Pomfrey would lecture me.
… Again.
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"Ah the taste of freedom!" I cheered as I walked out of the door of infirmary after getting a clean bill of health from Madam Pomfrey.
My hand was healed but with some burn scars, the lightning scar on my forehead was practically healed and could only be seen if squinted. But the biggest change was none other than the absence of the round glasses that OG Harry wore.
Yep! No longer part of the four-eye gang!
Still, the short height was bothersome. Having to "look up" to people, when normally I was one who "looked down" was… annoying.
But I shook my head of those thoughts, according to Madam Pomfrey as long as I had a healthy diet and took a few potions to supplement my growth I would be fine.
Magic was wonderful. Malnutrition apparently didn't exist for them.
-That was another that had been making me extra jumpy this morning because I was going to get my wand!
I knew I shouldn't think like this, but the old wand was Harry's. Not mine. So I just didn't have much attachment to it beyond the gratefulness I felt for its sacrifice in protecting me.
So the thought of getting my own wand was very exciting.
Especially when it mixed with the frustration I had felt being cooped up in the infirmary while reading magic books but not being able to perform magic.
The glaring weakness of being no weaker than an average human without a wand was never so clear.
Another thing to add to my bucket list I guess. Can't let other people exploit that weakness after all.
2. Learn and Master Wandless Magic to a fighting level.
I nodded to myself as I passed by the silent hallway. Breakfast first though.
As I entered the Entrance Hall (a helpful portrait had kindly provided the directions) I could hear, see and feel everyone just stop and turn their attention towards me.
Silence…
Already expecting this somehow, I just sighed. What can you expect from a bunch of hormone filled gossiping teenagers?
Walking a tad bit quicker towards the waving form of Ron and the smiling-in-relief Hermione, I slumped down with a sigh (feels like I've been doing that a lot). "So… what's up?"
As I said previously, pretending to be friends with them while not having any memories of being friends with them was hard so it made me feel super awkward.
I didn't like it but unfortunately couldn't do anything about that.
Hermione side-eyed the carefree form of Ron who was gulping down food like nobody's business but replied. "Well, at the start everyone was gossiping… they still are. But, I can't believe I'm about to say this, Daily Prophet's article helped a lot in shutting down most of the outrageous theories." She grudgingly admitted.
I frowned in frustration. "But it's wrong Hermione. They are just putting people in danger by not telling them the truth… not that they even want to believe in the truth." I muttered the last part.
Hermione sighed and shrugged. "I know. But we can't really do anything. I'm sure that Professor Dumbledore will sort out this mess."
Ron gulped down another bite of a chicken leg and nods. "Yeah mate. Let Dumbledore handle it, we can't really fight the newspaper after all."
I looked at both of them in a deadpan but let the matter drop. Not like they're wrong. We'll need some very strong evidence to prove that Voldemort's returned.
"So Harry… did you really survive the Killing Curse again?" Asked the tall sandy blonde haired boy with pudgy cheeks, Neville Longbottom.
I could just see the people around me perk up at that, straining to hear my answer.
Well, no use in lying when it's public knowledge anyways. "Yeah. I don't know how though." And cue the gasps, like they already didn't know this.
Hermione, bless her heart, choose to change the topic once more and launched into an rant of House Elf Slavery, shared some information about the coming departure of the two guest schools, and the upcoming summer vacation.
I gave my own points as all of us talked, Ron about Quidditch and Hermione about some other news, while also filling my plate with some toast, eggs, and chicken. Also with a glass of milk.
For the first it felt like we were friends as the awkwardness vanished.
It was a nice feeling.
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After the breakfast was over, I had to bid farewell to both Ron and Hermione as while they had some end-of-year classes, I had gotten a note from Prof. McGonagall to meet with Hagrid as he would be the one to escort me to get a new wand.
As I walked towards Hagrid's Hut, I enjoyed looking at the grassy plains and the dark forests that surrounded the ancient castle. While walking I also thought about the bag of gold that was jiggling in my pocket.
It was the one that Fudge had given me as the winner's prize. But unlike the OG Harry who had given all of it to the Weasley Twins, I hadn't.
Why? Because I was not sure that the Goblins would let me into "Harry's" vault on the basis that I wasn't him anymore. How would they even find out? Well… I don't know.
That's why this was just precaution. A just in case money. So that I don't end up broke.
Though if they could indeed detect and understand my existence then I would probably have bigger things to worry about.
Soon, I was knocking on the giant door of the iconic wooden Hut. "Hagrid! It's me Harry!"
Click! "Heya Harry! Come on in!" Opened the tall and jolly half-giant with a gigantic smile on his face, Hagrid, as he shuffled me inside. "You ready for the trip?"
"Mhmm." I nodded absentmindedly as I looked around with awe at the Hut. How could I not be in awe when I was Potterhead in Wizarding World!?
But then it finally registered with me-. "Wait! What do you mean trip?" I swirled around and looked up at him in confusion.
Aren't there more "magical" ways to travel?
Hagrid chuckled heartily. "Well, I wouldn't exactly fit inside a floo chimney." I looked ashamed at not realising it.
"I sorry-" I began to say but was interrupted. "No worries Harry." He waved it off. "And it's not going to be much of trip as we'll be taking the Knight Bus!" I nodded in understanding.
"Rocks cakes?" He offers as he takes out a tray out of the small kitchen.
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This has been lying on my computer for almost a year now. I want to continue this but honestly don't know in what direction I want to take this story in without it becoming a very average wish fulfillment (of which there are hundreds), so I'm just gonna post it for now. I got this idea after seeing Zom 100 and reading some runaway Harry Potter fics. Write down some of your suggestions of where I could take this story if you like it and maybe I will continue it in the future.