Chapter 274 - Ch: 66-70 (18+)

Ch: 66-70

66 The Presence of Presents

It was the best Christmas eve I had ever experienced. The happy atmosphere made everything better. The joy on Petunia's and Dudley's faces as they opened their surprise gifts from me was worth surprising them. Petunia had a very expensive handbag that I had enchanted to be huge inside and she could summon anything she wanted from it, rather than root around.

Dudley got a gigantic toybox that would hold everything he would ever get for the rest of his life. He could throw anything inside and it wouldn't break and he could summon it out as well. He laughed and laughed as he threw one of his large rattles inside, it loudly echoed in the trunk, and he called it back to his hand to throw it again.

Vernon looked impressed when he opened his gift, because it was a Never-Ending Wallet that I had enchanted to hold as much money inside as he wanted and it already had a thousand pounds in it. It could hold coins, too. He could summon whatever denomination of bills he wanted, because I had made sure to give him an even mix.

I happily accepted the gifts of baby toys and made sure I played with them for an appropriate amount of time before moving on to the next gift. We ate a huge turkey dinner with all the trimmings that Cookie had outdone herself with. It was a wonderful meal with everything and Dudley and I enjoyed our mulch.

With my family pretty much tired out from the exciting day, I sneaked off to go to the mail room. Not surprisingly, I received a lot of fan mail for the holiday and the mail room was almost full. Most of it was Yuletide cards and well wishes, with a few gifts thrown in, and quite a bit of money. It had all been checked by the elves first and any obviously bad things were boxed up and sent off to the DMLE.

I received a package from the Weasleys with tiny knitted sweater inside with a large 'H' on it. It also had several compulsions cast on it and I shook my head at it. The tin of fudge had more potions in it that were keyed to the Weasleys, which told me Amelia hadn't had much luck finding support for the idea I proposed. I packed them back up in the box and added a note about the repeat offender.

I did up a form letter for the thank yous that didn't need a personal touch and Butter popped in with the large box of Christmas cards I had created. He handed me a stack of animated photos of me wearing my Harry Potter costume and a Santa Claus hat. It was me waving from in front of the North Pole sign and behind that were several tables with the house elves pretending to make toys.

It was a great fake scene and I stuck them to the front of the cards and added Happy Yule in crayon inside and signed the form letter before I folded it and put that and the card in an envelope. Thanks to magic and Butter's help, we were done in just under an hour and all five of the house elves popped into the room, grabbed a stack to deliver them, and disappeared.

I worked on the more personal responses while they were busy delivering the cards. A few of them needed me to show up personally, like with Amelia wanting an outfit like mine for her niece, Susan. I wasn't going to deny her request, not after all the extra work I had been sending her way. I even made her an expanded briefcase for her to take to work and included the instructions.

I also made Susan a female version of my outfit and transfigured a real monster crystal for the cape clasp. I also added the velvet inside the cape like Louise's, just so the outfit looked more expensive. After another minute of thinking about it, I included a copy of the Tristain Academy of Magic's schoolbook on elemental conjuration. It would probably blow Amelia's mind to get a new perspective on magic.

For Neville, I gave him some of the fruits and vegetables I had saved from the last world and a note for him to listen to his passion and see what he could do with them. It was a blatant hint for him to try growing things and I didn't care. I would keep the food under stasis for as long as possible and would have Floppy check on him to see if he was playing in the greenhouses with the elves.

I also did up a smaller book about safety protocols and emergency ward shields to send to Pandora Lovegood, Luna's mother. Yes, I knew it was seven years early. No, I didn't care. The sooner the woman starts thinking about her family's safety, the sooner she can head off blowing herself up in front of her daughter, Luna. That girl desperately needed to keep her mother alive for as long as possible.

I conjured up a pile of blankets, gloves, and wool socks, then charmed them to be warm, waterproof, and to never wear out. I had counted the prisoners in Azkaban the last time I was there and would distribute the Yule gifts and warn the prisoners about hiding them from the guards, then laughed. I quickly changed their color to resemble the same dark and dingy stone that Azkaban was made from and they were perfectly camouflaged.

There were a few other expensive gifts from people that I didn't know and had given to me, so their response gifts still needed a personal touch. I created a few things, like the ever-glowing lights from Danmachi, and slotted monster crystals inside and sealed them permanently. Breaking them open would destroy the crystal, which was perfect. No one was stealing that idea.

The last thing I did was create another cape in the shape of a swaddling blanket, a real magical stone included as the clasp, and added a card for Astoria Greengrass to let her family know I was considering their proposal. I doubted I would accept it until I was at least 17, because I had plans to complete long before then. The expensive watch they sent me was really nice, too.

I created a life-size Harry Potter plushie doll for Daphne, just because I could. That made me realize I could add one for Susan as well and reopened Amelia's gift and put one in there, too. I would have to either find a muggle manufacturer to make more or I could start my own business producing Harry Potter merchandise.

Should I wait for my first adventure book to be published? I asked myself as I stored everything in my inventory. If I did, I would lose three and a half years of sales. The first book doesn't come out until I'm five years old, according to the publishing date.

I wasn't sure how I was getting to Africa to confront a rampaging Nundu, which was a gigantic magical lion that breathed poison breath. That wasn't for years, so I had some time to figure things out, like finding the author and arranging for them to be the author in the first place.

Or do I have to? I asked myself. I took out the first book and I had another wonderfully funny idea. I already had the book and assumed the author's name was a pseudonym, which meant the real person might not want to be found and would write the books in secret. If I produced them myself and assumed the identity of the author, all that profit would come right to me.

That gave me another idea. All of that money could be used to pay the tuition of the students of Hogwarts, especially the muggleborns and muggle-raised that couldn't afford it. Even some of the pure bloods didn't have that much money to afford sending their children through school, which was why they usually held to a single child if it was a boy and sometimes had a spare if the first was a girl.

I pushed all those errant thoughts aside as something to deal with later and put on my Harry Potter outfit and my invisibility cloak. I went to the teleportation room and had to concentrate on the magical signature of Alice Longbottom. Once I locked onto it, I activated the circle and disappeared in a flash of light. It was going to be a long night being Santa Harry.

*

Magical people all over Britain were shocked the next morning when they found personal Yule cards from Harry Potter on their fireplace mantles. The letter inside thanked them for thinking about him and he hoped that they had a great holiday. With the evil dealt with, they were safe and should be happy. He had even signed the letter and the card himself in crayon.

Those that had received gifts were even more shocked. They hadn't expected anything in return, especially with the personal touches the savior of the wizarding world had included. It brought up their opinion of the boy that much higher and they felt special that he had taken the time out of his busy life to think about them.

Amelia Bones was one of those people. She stared at the outfit that looked even more expensive than Harry's did, especially the beautiful cape with the velvet lining and the glittering magical jewel for a clasp. When she moved it aside, she saw the book she had never seen before and picked it up to read the cover. She immediately opened it and started to read.

She ignored Susan as the nearly two year old girl giggled and hugged the plushie doll of Harry Potter and squealed about him liking her and they would be friends forever and ever. The expanded briefcase wouldn't be discovered until lunchtime when Amelia's reading was interrupted by a house elf to get her to eat. Needless to say, she was extremely flattered to be gifted a one of a kind expanded briefcase.

The Greengrass family was also in shock. Their daughter Daphne was just as vociferous about squeezing the life out of her Harry Potter plushie doll that was as big as her and claimed the same things as Susan. Her mother had already wrapped her small newborn baby in the expensive swaddling blanket and cuddled the delicate girl, not realizing Harry had already cured her blood curse.

The father read the card again and he was both worried and reassured by it. He was worried because if Harry found someone else to be with by the time he was 17, then the contract would be null and void. He was reassured that if the boy only played with the girls up to that point, his sick daughter's financial future was assured, as was their entire family, because Harry hadn't argued about the bride price.

The prisoners in Azkaban had the best Yule in their lives. Warm blankets, gloves, and socks had magically appeared in their cells. That they looked just like the stone around them, was perfect, because the guards wouldn't see them. The mugs of hot chocolate had fixed their internal chills, too.

*

I slept like a log until Nanny woke me up for breakfast. I was exhausted after such a long night and she couldn't give me a pepper-up potion. My baby body couldn't handle it. I sighed and let her pop me down to the kitchen and put me in my high chair.

"Was somebody up most of the night playing with their new toys?" Petunia asked when she saw my half-asleep state.

I nodded and almost fell asleep in my mulch. Vernon chuckled and Petunia moved over beside me to carefully feed me. Dudley was as loud and happy as always. I whispered thanks to Petunia when the food was gone.

Petunia smiled warmly and waved to Nanny. "Put him back to bed. He needs his sleep."

"I bees looking after him." Nanny said and snapped her fingers to float me out of the high chair and into her arms. "Bees okay by suppers."

Petunia nodded and the nanny elf popped me back up to my room and put me to bed.

I woke up sometime later and sighed when I looked at the invisible clock in my head. I had an appointment with Andromeda today and needed to get going. Nanny popped in and admonished me for not staying in bed. I just shrugged, which still looked ridiculous as a baby, and she sighed and helped me get dressed in my noble outfit.

I gave her a hug and thanked her for her help, which made her blush, and she helped me to the teleportation room. After a whispered warning to take it easy, I disappeared in a flash of light and appeared in Andromeda's backyard. I walked over to her back door and knocked. The door opened almost right away and Nymphadora was there.

"Merry Christmas, Harry! I love my new backpack!" Nymphadora exclaimed and scooped me up into her arms and hugged me as if I was my plushie doll.

I was too tired to do more than make a groan sound.

"Nymphadora!" Andromeda's harsh voice cut through the air. "Put that boy down right now!"

Nymphadora made a sad sound and let me go. I dropped down onto my feet, which didn't want to hold me up, so I plopped right down onto my butt and fell backwards onto the step. Thankfully, it was made of wood and my head only bounced instead of cracking open. The thunk sound it made was fairly loud, though.

"NO!" Two gasps came from inside the house and Nymphadora was suddenly yanked out of the way and I was being carefully picked up in Andromeda's arms and the back of my head was examined by her husband.

"I don't see anything starting to bruise or swell." Ted Tonks said and waved his wand over me. "No concussion, either."

"Oh, thank Merlin." Andromeda whispered and cradled me against her considerable chest and rested my cheek on her shoulder.

"M'Harry." I mumbled into her neck. "Not Merlin."

Ted chuckled. "Well, he's joking around, so he'll be fine."

Andromeda nodded and pet my head. It was so soothing to be held like that, I fell right to sleep.

*

"The poor boy must be exhausted." Ted said.

"Are you sure we should let him sleep like this after banging his head that hard?" Andromeda asked him and Ted waved his wand at Harry's head again.

"The diagnostic spell just says he's tired. There's no other damage." Ted told her.

Andromeda nodded and turned to stare at her daughter with squinted eyes. "As for you..."

"You said to let him go." Nymphadora said with tears in her eyes as she rubbed her arm.

Ted sighed and waved his wand at her arm. "You need some bruise creme for that."

It was Andromeda's turn to sigh. "I'm sorry I grabbed you so hard, Nymphadora. I had to check on Harry right away. If anything happened to the savior of the wizarding world on our doorstep..."

Nymphadora let the tears roll down her cheeks. "I'm sorry."

"We know you are, dear." Ted said and gave her a hug. "Come on up to the bathroom. I'll get that creme and your arm won't feel so sore."

Nymphadora nodded and followed her dad upstairs.

Andromeda closed the back door and went through the kitchen and into the living room. She walked over to the couch and carefully sat down on it and reclined a bit more than she usually did, because of the bundle of joy clinging to her.

It was surprisingly nice to have a baby to hold like that again and she decided to stay there for as long as necessary for Harry to wake up on his own. Getting to pet his soft messy hair was a good reason, too. She could wait for a little while longer to bring Sirius some Christmas turkey and to ask him if he was finally done feeling sorry for himself. The idiot would not be going anywhere for a very long time.

67 Prisons Can Be Mental

I woke up from a great nap and I was snugly warm and comfortable. I nuzzled the neck my lips were against and heard a soft hum and a breathy moan. That sound gave me a bit of confidence and I moved my hand to pet her cheek as I continued to kiss the skin, only to realize the cheek I was cupping was a lot bigger than it should have been... and I was still a baby.

Damn my adult reactions. I thought and sighed as I stopped. "Sowwy, Andi." I mumbled and moved my hand from tenderly holding her face and lifted my head from her shoulder, only to see a blushing handsome woman as she stared at me. I needed to make up for what I did and explain it a little. "Comfy warm." I whispered and cupped her face again.

Andromeda kept staring at me. "Harry, I... why am I getting the feeling that you want to kiss me?"

"You smart." I said and gave her a quick peck on the lips.

Andromeda blinked her eyes at me for several seconds. "No, not like that."

I smiled at her. "When older, give good kiss." I said and patted her cheek. "Go to prison now?"

Andromeda looked like she wanted to say something, changed her mind, and gave me a pointed look. "I'll still be married then, Harry."

"Still kiss." I said and pointed to the backyard through the house, because that's where the teleportation circle was. "Ready go?"

"Yes, I'm ready to go." Andromeda said and carefully held me and stood up from the couch. "We will discuss the other thing later."

I beamed a smile at her and couldn't resist teasing her. "Like it? Do again?"

Andromeda almost skipped a step when I said that, which made me giggle. "Cheeky brat."

We entered the kitchen and Nymphadora was there eating lunch. She looked up at us and her face went bright red, from both a blush of embarrassment and the literal color red, and she stood up.

"Harry, I'm really sorry!" Nymphadora exclaimed. "I didn't mean for..."

"It okay." I said and waved at her. "Know what to do."

"What?" Nymphadora asked, a little nervous as her face went back to a normal skin color.

"Andi? Down." I said and the woman gave me a pointed look. "Make right."

Andromeda sighed and put me down. "I don't know why I'm trusting you like this."

"I, Harry Potter, best Harry Potter." I said and patted her thigh and walked over to Nymphadora. "Me sowwy. Too tired 'n fell. Not you fault."

Nymphadora looked from my face to her mother's.

"Hugs." I said and put my arms around her waist to hug her. I was 17 months old and she was 7 years old, so the height difference was considerable.

Nymphadora tried to put her arms around my shoulders, realized she couldn't, and stepped back to kneel and gave me a real hug.

"Kisses." I said and I heard Andromeda suck in a sharp breath.

Nymphadora stiffened in my arms and then leaned back. "Wh-what?"

"Kiss sowwy. Feel better." I said.

Nymphadora looked up at Andromeda and Nymphadora frowned slightly, so I guessed that Andi had shaken her head no. I knew that was exactly the wrong thing to do, because daughters rebelled against their mothers and any decisions they thought were unfair, like kissing a national hero. I saw Nymphadora's frown disappear and she had a determined look on her face.

I smiled at her and she puckered her lips a little for me, so I gave her a much better kiss than just a peck. It wasn't open mouth or anything; but, I wasn't keeping my lips still, either. I cast the specific healing spell on her as well, which made her glow slightly and Andi gasped.

The funny thing was, I actually ended up kissing Nymphadora about six times before Andromeda's cough brought the both of us out of the little world we had been caught in. Nymphadora's face was bright red again and she looked both happy and embarrassed. She had enjoyed the kissing, too.

I giggled and gave her a quick peck, which made her giggle, too. She let me out of the hug and I reached into a pocket and created a shrunken plushie doll of myself. I pulled it out and let it go. It popped to full size, which was life-size and matched me, and Nymphadora squealed and snatched it up to squeeze the life out of it.

"See? Make happy." I said and walked back over to Andromeda. "Bring food?"

Andromeda gave me a pointed look and then she sighed and went to the refrigerator. She took out several containers and I took out a stone black backpack from inventory. She gave me another pointed look and loaded everything into the backpack, slung it over her shoulder, and picked me up to hold me again.

"More coming?" I asked as she carried me into the backyard.

"No, Nymphadora didn't like going last time and Ted is home from work today. He's staying here to watch her." Andromeda said and took a deep breath as if to prepare for apparition.

"Keep secret?" I asked and she stopped and looked at my face. "Look there."

Andromeda looked over to where I pointed as I keyed her into the notice-me-not charm and let her see through the thin layer of dirt. She gasped and quickly strode over to the area and stared down at the ten foot wide circle. I hadn't made it as big as the one used in the dungeon, because I wouldn't be transporting large groups of people and equipment with it.

"What is that?" Andromeda asked.

"Port to prison." I said and her mouth opened and closed several times, just like when she was inexplicably allowed into the prison and was trying to explain it to herself. "Hop on. We go."

Andromeda gave me a pointed look, as if she was trying to figure me out. "You are a lot more mature than you let on, aren't you?"

"See? You smart." I said and waved at the teleportation circle.

Andromeda took a deep breath and tentatively stepped on, like it was made of ice and was going to break.

I chuckled, because she probably thought it would be like a portkey or something. "Here fine."

"What do you mean? Shouldn't we go to the middle and..." Andromeda gasped when the thing lit up and we disappeared in a flash of light and appeared near the prison. The astonished look on her face was hilarious and I giggled and laughed my baby laugh. It took her a minute before she recovered and she glared at me.

I gave her a kiss on the cheek to distract her from being angry at me for laughing. "Sowwy. Andi funny."

"Cheeky brat." Andromeda grumbled and carried me over to the short road and walked up it to the prison.

A guard was there at the door and nodded to her as we approached and held a hand out. I took out the letter and handed it to him. He read it through, just like the warden had, and handed it back. He opened the door and led us inside. We didn't get the lecture this time and went right up to the top floor.

Not surprisingly, the guard stayed right there with us as we tried to talk to Sirius. The idiot still refused to admit anything and was punishing himself, so we asked the guard if he could hand over the tupperware containers of food we brought and he could have some, too.

He looked surprised by the offer, gave us a real smile, and diligently checked the food to make sure there were no weapons or wands inside and ate a few generous samples to make sure it wasn't poisoned. That reason made me giggle and Andromeda had to cover her mouth to stifle her own laugh. The guard winked at her and handed everything through the food slot in the door.

Sirius tried to ignore it, he really did. The smell of the open containers was just too much for him after two months of prison rations and he was on the containers like a rabid dog. This had me giggling as well and Andromeda barked a laugh. We stayed for another ten minutes, just to make sure Sirius ate as much as possible without choking to death, and left with smiles on our faces.

"Thank you very much for allowing that, sir." Andromeda said when we reached the front door.

"The food was delicious and turkey with the trimmings was an appropriate bribe for working the holiday." The man said and bowed to her as we went through the door. "See you next month."

Andromeda nodded and carried me down the road away from the prison.

"Pafoo still sad." I said and she sighed.

"Yes, he's got it in his fool head that whatever happened is his fault, whether he actually did something or not." Andromeda said.

I thought about how much to tell her, then mentally shrugged. "Secret keeper changed. Him to Peetee. Peetee told Dark Wanker."

Andromeda sucked in a sharp breath at what I said and then she huffed. "Dark Wanker?"

"Other names too long." I said with a shrug and she laughed.

"That I agree with, Harry." Andromeda said and I pointed to where the teleportation circle was. She carried me over to it and stopped walking when my finger pointed down. "Why can't I see this one?"

"Hid to hide them. Only told you." I said and she looked surprised. I charged up the circle and we disappeared in a flash of light and reappeared in her backyard.

Andromeda looked down and only saw the dirt. "I see... or don't see."

I giggled. "Keep notice-not up. No one else see."

"I won't try to dispel it, just so my daughter isn't out here digging it up." Andromeda agreed.

"Tank you." I said and hugged her neck to kiss her cheek again. "Keep visiting."

"Why? Why are you doing this?" Andromeda gave me a pointed look. "You could have gone to anyone to bring along to visit Sirius and you chose me. Why?"

I wasn't going to tell her it was chance, because in this world, there was rarely anything left to chance. I was sure I was meant to meet her, thanks to Fate rewarding me for doing so well on the last world. She had hundreds of thousands of new fates to play with there and had Karma points galore to manipulate things and have fun with.

I put my little hands on her cheeks and looked deep into her eyes. "Because." I whispered and leaned forward to lightly peck her lips. "Sometimes." I gave her another tender peck. "Strong women." I let her see how sincere I was and gave her one last peck. "Need help."

Andromeda's eyes were wide as her face flushed to a deep red with a blush. "Sweet Merlin..."

"Me Harry. Not Merlin." I said and smiled at her.

Andromeda huffed and shook her head. "There must be something wrong with me. I'm actually enjoying your attention when I would slap anyone else for daring to make a pass at me."

"I, Harry Potter, best Harry Potter!" I said and did my hero pose to make her laugh.

Andromeda did and shook her head again. "I'm glad my husband isn't watching us right now."

"Strong notice-not on corner of yard." I said. "Harry down."

Andromeda looked conflicted for a moment, then she knelt to carefully set me on my feet. "Call me next month and we can arrange when to go to Azkaban to visit Sirius again."

"Number?" I asked and produced a piece of paper and a pen for her.

Andromeda wrote the number down and handed it to me. She looked conflicted again, then sighed and moved forward to place a kiss on my forehead. "I am a horrible wife to want affection from a toddler."

I reached up with both hands to cup her face. "Andi, no fault. Too pwetty to ignore."

Andromeda chuckled. "Even your compliments are better than any I've heard before."

"I, Harry Potter..." I prompted with a grin.

"...best Harry Potter." Andromeda said with a smile. "All right, I get it. It's because it's you."

"You really smart!" I praised her and she laughed. "Step away or you come, too."

Andromeda pet my head with a fond look on her face, stood, and stepped back until I nodded. "Bye, Harry."

"Bye, Andi!" I waved exaggeratedly and almost fell over. It made her laugh, which was why I did it. I activated the teleportation circle and disappeared from there and appeared at home.

"Youse just in time." Nanny said and brought me to my room and we quickly changed my clothes for supper.

The castle was becoming the best home in the world and I would do my best to keep it that way. The next step was to teach Petunia about magic, where to start, and how to study for it. She had a lot of catching up to do and I had a lot of work to do.

*

Several years ago, a 26 year old Gilderoy Lockhart was stuck in a dead-end job as an Obliviator for the ministry. It was a boring job having to go in after incidents to clean up the muggle minds that saw a bit too much of a wizard's adventurers. He wouldn't complain about being safe about it, either. He was a cautious one and made sure he wasn't in any danger when he handled things.

After a couple of years, his work eventually gave him a bit of autonomy and he was being sent out on his own more that once, which made him even more cautious. Despite not being a very powerful wizard, he was smart about his own personal safety and how he dealt with things.

Some of the stories he heard from a few wizards were loads of tripe and everyone knew it. The thing was, none of the wizard's friends questioned him about it. That started the man thinking.

What if he did the same thing while off on his own? It wasn't like there would be anyone else around to refute his version of events. Plus, he was an accomplished Obliviator and could handle anyone that might have been.

It started Gilderoy on a slippery slope of stealing tall tales, obliviations of everyone else that had been involved with those tales, and writing them up for himself.

After six months, he had the world shattering idea to build up his writing chops by writing about the most famous wizard in Britain, Harry Potter.

It took another year of discarded ideas and failed writing attempts before the New Year arrived and he had an idea so outrageous that no one would believe it. A nundu. He would pit the 5 year old savior against one of the fiercest creatures of the magical world. He wrote out a very rough draft for the plot and story as a whole.

It would also set a precedent. If people believed that a kid could face a monster like that and defeat it, then they could easily accept an adult facing much more mundane ones, like the stories he had already stolen about yetis, banshees, and werewolves.

Gilderoy never saw the house elf that had watched him sign the pseudonym that Harry Potter had been searching for. It had been a long shot to think the fraud had been the source of the illegal books and Moppy stayed invisible until the man went to bed. She gathered everything up and popped back home to give her master a late Christmas present. She had finally found who he was looking for.

Harry Potter's toddler laugh would echo through most of his castle home on New Year's Eve and his plans for co-opting the author's name for himself were quickly implemented. Thanks to Moppy's diligence, he also had a ton more material that he could make into picture books for babies to enjoy. He just had to stop off at a certain wizard's home to give him a taste of his own medicine.

68 Time Waits For No Wizard

Gilderoy Lockhart was surprisingly easy to memory wipe. I had been tempted to be selective with it and started to rummage around for more stories, only to find his degeneracy as he obliviated several teenage girls after using them. So, his whole life had to go. I removed his magic as well and stored his wand.

When I checked his finances to see that he had almost nothing left after his travels, I emptied his house of everything it had inside and had him sign over the deed to me, then I dropped him off at a muggle mental institution with a small monetary donation of 10,000 pounds. It was more than enough for his ongoing care, which the receptionist was more than happy to accept.

Since it was still New Year's Eve and not long before midnight, and I was already out anyways, I teleported over to Andromeda's house and walked over to the back door. A quick magic detection spell told me that only Nymphadora was home, which meant Andi and Ted were out partying.

There was an alert ward on the door if anyone passed through, so I cheated and teleported inside to the living room. I held in my laugh as I crept through the house like a thief and went up the stairs, silencing them when the wood started to creak. I could hear a television playing the countdown and was very tempted to teleport into Nymphadora's room when it reached zero, then decided to be a gentleman about it and knocked instead.

The bedroom door opened almost instantly and Nymphadora gasped and then blushed. "Hi, Harry."

"Hi!" I said and pointed to the television. "Here for that!"

Nymphadora gasped again and her face turned the color red, because she immediately understood what I meant. She stepped back and let me enter her room. There was about thirty seconds left and she looked both embarrassed and full of anticipation.

I couldn't disappoint her, so I hopped up onto her bed and patted the spot beside me. She sat down beside me and our height difference wasn't as noticeable like it was when we were both standing. It was still significant, so I motioned to her pillow.

Nymphadora nodded and we moved back and laid down our heads on it as the television reached ten seconds. We ignored the screen and looked into each other's eyes as we counted down.

"Six... five... four... three... two... one." We said at the same time and the people on the screen cheered.

I smiled at her and leaned in close. "Happy New Year, Tonks."

"H-Happy New Year, H-Harry." Nymphadora whispered and leaned in the rest of the way.

Our lips touched as the fireworks started on the television, which was very appropriate. Once again, we kind of lost ourselves in our own little world and the closed-mouth kissing went on and on, much longer than a normal New Year's Kiss should have. Neither of us minded at all.

Nymphadora put an arm around me as she moved her lips, almost instinctually, and I put a hand on her head and petted her hair as I moved my lips, too. Her hair went through the colors of the rainbow for the several minutes we laid there kissing each other. It was a surprisingly enjoyable experience, even though my body was so young, and it gave me a bit of an outlet for the emotions that I had to hide most of the time.

When we eventually ended the kissing session, Nymphadora looked extremely happy and her face was only red from her blush and not the color red. After a few moments, her smile faded slightly.

"H-Harry, um... well... I... um..." Nymphadora's face went to the color red again. "Do you wanna be my boyfriend?"

I was a bit thrown off by that for several seconds, then giggled my baby laugh. "Kay."

Nymphadora beamed a smile at me and leaned back in to keep kissing me. "I can't wait..." *kiss* "...to tell my friends..." *kiss* "...all about you." *kiss* *kiss* *kiss*

I had a hard time not giggling about her friends probably making fun of her for dating a boy nearly six years younger than her. If we were older, it would make no difference. As children and teenagers? She would get a lot of teasing for it. Then again, maybe I could alleviate some of that.

I created a kind of license card and took it out of my pocket. "Here. Proof."

Nymphadora moved back a little as she took it and blinked her eyes several times as she read it. "What... what... is this real?"

"Official Harry Potter Girlfriend!" I said and tried to do my hero pose, which looked even more ridiculous because I was laying down, and I lost my balance and rolled over onto my face.

Nymphadora snorted and laughed.

"Meant to do that!" I said and pushed myself back onto my side and she kept laughing. I decided to help her and started to tickle her sides. She laughed and laughed, squealed a little, and kicked her legs as she squirmed around. She didn't try to get away or made me stop, though.

I did after about ten seconds and she calmed down. "Tonks pwetty."

Nymphadora's face went red again. "H-Harry..."

"Me hafta go." I said and sat up.

Nymphadora took a deep breath and sighed. "Do you have to?"

I looked down at her pyjamas and back at her face. "Be wight back."

I teleported out of her room to land on the teleportation circle in the backyard and heard her shocked shout. I giggled and used the circle to go back to the castle. I went to my room and changed my clothes into my own pyjamas, had Nanny substitute me for a plush doll in my crib, and went back to the teleportation room. I jumped back to Andromeda's and then teleported back into Nymphadora's room.

"HARRY!" Nymphadora gasped. "How did you do that?!?"

"Magic." I said and gave her a peck on the lips before I climbed under the blanket on her bed. "Nighty night."

Nymphadora gave me a pointed stare for several seconds before she shook her head and climbed in with me. She cuddled me and kissed my face several times as she hugged me. "Thank you."

I hugged her back and we drifted off to sleep. I knew that I would wake up early like always, so I would be back home long before Petunia was up to make breakfast. I didn't hear Moppy popping in to take a picture of Nymphadora and myself snuggled up together under the blanket.

*

It wouldn't be until the next month I visited to take Andromeda to the prison that I would find out about the picture. She teased me pretty hard about going after her daughter because she was happily married and I couldn't have her. I stopped myself from telling her that if I had even a lick less morals, I would make her eat her words when I was old enough, because I knew she would laugh at me.

Sirius still refused to end his self-punishment, so we exchanged the tupperware containers of food for the empty ones we left the last time, after letting the guard eat some of the food to test it for poison. That joke still made me laugh and Andromeda had a pleased smile on her face when the guard complimented her again for the great tasting food.

Nymphadora was waiting for us on the back step when we teleported back to Andromeda's. Surprisingly, she didn't mention us suddenly appearing in her sight as Andromeda walked from the corner of the yard.

"Harry!" Nymphadora shouted and ran over to us. "Can you stay for a while?"

I checked the invisible clock in my head and nodded.

"Yay!" Nymphadora cheered and plucked me out of Andromeda's grip and sat me on her own hip, easily copying her mother. "There's so much I need to tell you about what I did all month!"

Andromeda chuckled from right behind us as Nymphadora carefully walked back to the house and carried me inside. When I glanced back, I saw the surprise on her face because Nymphadora hadn't stumbled or tripped once, even with my weight hanging off of her hip like I was.

I didn't tell her that when I healed Nymphadora that I used some Karma points and paid off her 'Clumsy' trait that she had for being a full metamorphmagus. It was the best 100 points I ever spent, because I remembered how in canon she would always trip over everything and make noise when there was no reason for her to.

I would wait until later to tell them that I stabilized her ability and gave her full control, too. She wouldn't lose control of her abilities anymore, like her hair changing colors when she was upset or angry, unless she chose to. It would still take her some practice to keep it a normal color, though.

We spent the rest of the afternoon in her room as Nymphadora regaled me about her friends and how she was glad she had that license I gave her, because no one believed her that she had a boyfriend. That was when Andromeda entered the room with a huge smile on her face and handed Nymphadora the picture of us in bed together.

"EEEEE!" Nymphadora squealed and hugged it, then hugged me. "They have to believe me now!"

"Maybe a few more pictures might help?" Andromeda asked and took out a camera.

"YES!" Nymphadora shouted and it was suddenly dress-up time.

Andromeda had a ball directing us into various clothes, costumes, and poses, all while making sure they didn't reveal that I was so short. The last picture taken was a close-up from the side and we had our lips puckered way out and barely touched them together. That one ended up being Nymphadora's favorite and she swore she would show everyone and rub it in their faces.

It made me laugh and Andromeda looked pleased as well. I could tell she was thinking it was just a phase that her daughter was going through and I didn't discourage that. As far as I knew, it really could be. Nymphadora might eventually lose interest after a while and I resolved to not take it personally if that did happen.

*

Time moved on and I taught Petunia how to study and told her not to rush herself. There was a reason magical education was spread out over so much time. The body and mind needed to adjust to using more and more magic on a regular basis. She learned the household charms right away, since they were the easiest and cheapest spells for her to cast.

On my second birthday, Petunia used her wand and lit the two candles on my cake at the same time, out of sight of Vernon, of course. Both Dudley and I clapped and cheered for her, which made her blush and look proud. It was a great party and I had several nice presents that I thanked them for and the cake was delicious. I complimented Cookie for it and she blushed as well.

When I was put down for a nap, Nanny switched me out for my plushie and I used the teleportation room to go to Andromeda's. I had a second private birthday party with the Tonks family and kissed my girlfriend, enjoyed more cake, and opened more presents.

Every month, Andromeda and I kept being disappointed in Sirius. Even with the regular food deliveries that he devoured, he refused any other help and chose to keep punishing himself. The worst part of it was that he wasn't under any compulsions and it was just grief over losing his best friend and being betrayed by Peter.

The guard enjoyed our visits more than Sirius did. He ate some good free food, had some great conversation, and liked seeing someone else's face. We brought fast food disguised as homemade the last time and he scarfed down the burger and fries faster than Sirius did, which made Andromeda and I laugh pretty hard.

Vernon was doing wonderfully at work, because he was always relaxed and not under any pressure. His body becoming increasingly fit also made his life a lot easier. He was still a fairly big man; but, it was becoming all muscle instead of bulky fat.

Needless to say, Petunia soon became pregnant with a little bundle of joy. Both she and the elves were quite happy about it, too. There was lots of money for everything the family needed and no one went without. That didn't mean anything was wasted, though. Outgrown clothing was washed and cleaned and donated to the needy.

Nymphadora received a travel trunk for her eighth birthday and I had gone all out making it and enchanting it. It had an entire two bedroom apartment inside and both Andromeda and Ted were shocked by it, until I told them that they could go camping and travelling in style with it and would save hundreds of galleons on room rentals by taking it along.

I also slipped Andromeda and Ted a business contract to run a business in Diagon Alley for Harry Potter merchandise. This surprised them more than the trunk had, because they could earn a lot of money for selling official Harry Potter items.

It didn't take them long to agree and Andromeda handled the contracts with the various businesses in Diagon Alley and Hogsmeade and Ted handled setting up the seller's license and Ministry registration. I also gave them an expanded trunk full of different things I had come up with to sell.

I had smaller plushies of me, autographed pictures, children's picture books based off of Gilderoy's stolen stories, fake glasses with a fake scar, and various muggle children's toys with my likeness on them. I even changed some muggle board games and card games to be magical with magic references to make them acceptable by wizarding society.

Barely a month later, Harry Potter merchandise hit the shelves and everyone loved them. Everything was bought out almost immediately and Andromeda and Ted were run ragged as they scrambled and replaced everything using the massive amount of stock I had given to them. That sold out as well. The exclusive businesses, the Tonks family, and I made a bunch of money.

This gave me the excuse to introduce Petunia to Andromeda and the pair hit it off like they had always been friends. Both had stern personalities when it came to anything besides their families and their families they loved with all their heart. Of course, me being who I was, I had to tease them that they loved me, too. I was the best Harry Potter after all. They laughed and smothered me in kisses.

My third birthday was nearly the same as the last one and I had a great time, because the Tonks had come to the castle and joined us. I also planted the idea of taking a trip to Africa in Andromeda's ear to show off how versatile Nymphadora's travel trunk was. They had been working hard selling my merchandise and she and Ted deserved to take a vacation, now that they could easily afford it.

Surprisingly, Petunia and Vernon offered to come, too. They hadn't gone on vacation for a long time and she would be having the baby soon and wouldn't be going anywhere for a couple of years, so that's what we did. I had to make another travel trunk for us to use, modified for more people. We had the house elves come with us, to their delight. They had never travelled before, either.

We travelled the muggle way on a plane to reach The Democratic Republic of The Congo, because portkeys were too dangerous to use with Petunia so far along. It was a great trip and both families got to know each other well, especially during the safari we went on. Dudley loved seeing the giraffes and elephants the most and Nymphadora learned a whole bunch of new animal faces to make.

She made everyone laugh when she gave herself a small elephant trunk and squeaked instead of making the same deep honking noise that an elephant did. It was hilarious! I did my best to give her a kiss with the trunk in the way and everyone kept laughing, because she squeaked again and blushed hard.

At one point while everyone was asleep, I sneaked off and made a teleportation circle and added a bunch of protections like I did in the dungeon to protect it and keep things away. I couldn't take the chance that it would be broken or destroyed by passing animals like a herd stampeding or a grazing rhinoceros. It cost a lot more magic to connect it, since it was on an entirely different continent. Using it was still cheap, though.

During the trip home, there were stopovers in Egypt and Italy, mostly because Petunia decided to play tourist with the main vacation over. The Tonks didn't mind and I couldn't resist making teleportation circles in out of the way places and gave them the same protections.

They also gave me access to future book events that would happen in the next few years. I was kind of looking forward to fighting a mummy in one of the tombs, after raiding it of course, and dealing with a poltergeist in Rome. First up next year was dealing with the Nundu and that was going to be fun, too.

69 Publishing Publisher

Petunia had a healthy little girl named Amaryllis, or Amy for short. She was a gorgeous brunette and had large and almost sparkling blue eyes, like the deep ocean, and both Petunia and Vernon adored her. Dudley and I weren't too far behind them and she was definitely going to be spoiled, so I would have to make sure it didn't go to her head. That was just a disaster in the making.

I made more merchandise for sale and Andromeda and Ted looked after everything else. We were making a fortune and I always put my share aside for donations. I couldn't really tell anyone what I had planned, because I technically wasn't supposed to know about Hogwarts yet. I would have to wait until my first book was published before I made the public announcement that the proceeds of sales went to subsidize student tuition.

When it was close to the time for me to act, I read the first of the seven books again. I had the odd feeling that I needed to do exactly what it described and I somehow knew that I wouldn't be allowed to use different spells or tactics than what was written. I thought back to what I agreed to before coming here and had to mentally nod at those feelings. These books were canon and had to happen just like they described. I couldn't be called a liar, could I?

I chuckled at that and looked for both the starting location and the date. It really was going to be soon and I had a lot of prep work to do. I would need to make a magical net, buy a declawing device that muggle veterinarians used on cats and had to enlarge it, make or buy special healing potions for piercing and poison damage, gather piles of wood and bricks for repairs, and learning magical construction techniques.

It was a lot to do for a nearly five year old child; but, I was Harry Potter, the best Harry Potter, and I couldn't disappoint my fans. So, I got to work. I only had a month left before my birthday and my first adventure happened a week after that. The funny thing was, I wasn't worried. I knew I would succeed and happily worked to complete my tasks.

*

The dark skinned people living in the large village didn't know what had hit them. One moment, everything was peaceful, and the next was filled with chaos and screaming. Several buildings were damaged under an out-of-control creature's rampage and it took several minutes of it destroying things before someone realized what it was. A Nundu!

Their screams to run from it caused even more panic, because no one ever survived a Nundu attack. The giant magical lion always ate its fill and killed everything else, razed whatever buildings that were in front of it, and disappeared back into the jungle until it was hungry again.

One villager lost her arm down the creature's gullet as she tried to block the monster from scooping her child up into its mouth. Her high pitched screams at being mortally wounded filled the air and made the creature pause, then it seemed to become even more enraged. It opened its mouth to spew its poison breath to destroy the human that dared to hurt its ears...

...and choked when a potion-soaked bundle of cloth was magically shoved into its throat. It coughed and backed up as it tried to use a paw to dig at its face. The large claws tore at its mouth, causing it even more pain, and it kept backing up and desperately tried to hack up the thing caught in its throat. A large net appeared over it and apparently caught it.

The little girl knelt by her bleeding mother and cried as she cradled her head, whispering that it was going to be all right.

"It will be." A young voice said in her native language.

The girl lifted her tear-filled gaze from her dying mother's face to see a boy standing there wearing the most expensive clothing she had ever seen. He even wore a cape that flapped in the wind!

The boy knelt beside her and he placed a hand on the woman's forehead. The little girl stared as her mother glowed a golden color and a new arm slowly grew out of the severed shoulder. They stayed there in the middle of the street as the Nundu continued its struggle. As soon as the arm was fully back, the boy scooped the girl up into his arms and a flash of light later, the three of them were at the far side of the village.

"I'll be back to check on you after I deal with the naughty cat." The boy said and stood her on her feet next to her mother before he turned away and started to walk back into the village and into danger, because the Nundu had torn open the net holding it.

"W-w-wait!" The girl exclaimed and he paused to look back at her. "Who... who are you?"

The handsome boy wearing glasses smiled warmly at her. "My name is Harry. Harry Potter." He said, gave her a little wave, then he drew a glowing sword from his belt and ran faster than anyone she had ever seen before.

She watched in complete wonder as the boy that was around her age, had an epic fight with a creature that was twelve feet tall and breathed poisonous breath. It had finally spit out whatever that thing was and spewed murderous poison at the boy, only for him to use his cape to deflect it and then he shot it with a bolt of lightning from his sword.

The Nundu roared in pain as the bolt clipped its shoulder and it dodged to the side and avoided the second bolt. It smashed through the front of a building and was out of sight for a moment, then it roared and smashed through the side to try and pounce, its large claws primed to skewer the boy.

Harry dodged the first paw and rolled onto his side and up into a crouch to use his sword to catch the follow-up swipe. He grinned at the creature and pushed the paw away and lunged at its face. A swipe of the sword sliced through its left eye and it roared and backed up again as it shook its head, as if it could get rid of the damage if it shook its head enough.

Most of the villagers had gathered around the girl by this point and they watched as the creature did its best to kill the boy and the boy did his best to stay alive. His side was clipped by a claw's tip and blood spurted out through the wound. Luckily, it was only a graze and hadn't been deep. It would leave a large scar, though.

Harry glowed slightly as he healed the wound and pulled out his wand to point at the ground under the creature's paws. "Bombarda!"

Half of the street blew up and the creature screamed as it was thrown thirty feet and landed in a heap. It shook its head again and slowly climbed to its feet. Harry was right there and ran by it and sliced its back legs to cripple it.

The Nundu roared in pain and its rear end dropped down to the ground. It tried another blast of poison breath and Harry summoned the bundle of cloth and shoved it into its throat again. The poison breath was cut off and the creature choked and struggled with the obstruction back in its throat.

"You're not spitting it out this time." Harry said and pointed his wand at the mouth. "Incarcerus!"

Ropes appeared out of nowhere and wrapped around the muzzle of the giant lion and the jaws slammed shut. Its roar came out as a muffled gargle and its lone eye seemed to glare at the boy.

"You are a bad kitty! Why couldn't you be happy eating your normal diet of apes and antelopes? Eating people would probably make you sick." Harry said and bound the front paws with the same spell before he drew his sword again. "I almost feel bad about doing this." He said and took aim for the thing's heart and shoved the glowing sword into its chest, twisted it, and tore it back out.

The Nundu's muffled roar seemed a little pathetic as it bled out and died from the fatal blow.

It took several minutes of intense silence before one of the men yelled a cheer of victory. The other villagers quickly joined in and they swarmed down the street to surround and congratulate their hero.

Harry thanked them for the praise as he sheathed his sword and asked if there was anyone suffering from the poison. He handed out potions to counter it and they spread out to help their fellows that had been attacked. He walked over to the little girl and her mother, whom was now awake and staring at him with shock and adoration on her face.

"How are you feeling?" Harry asked as he knelt and gave them each a nutrition potion and a poison cure potion. Both drank the potions gratefully.

"How did you do that?" The mother asked, her curiosity burning for the answer.

"I'm the savior of the wizarding world." Harry said with a smile. "It's nice to meet you."

The woman blinked her eyes at him several times. "You... are..."

"Harry Potter, at your service." Harry said and bowed slightly, then he held a hand out to her. "Let me help you up."

The woman took the hand with hers and she was surprised at the boy's strength as he really did help her stand. It was then she realized it was with the hand that the Nundu ate and she gasped.

"Come on. We have to go over there before they tear the Nundu apart for the potion ingredients." Harry said and smiled crookedly. "I'll make sure that you and your daughter will be getting the lion's share."

The girl giggled at the joke and her mother groaned at him. Harry laughed and brought them over to the impromptu party. He discussed with the villagers about donating the Nundu's corpse to the village, as long as he got to keep the head. They happily agreed and he agreed to help them repair the damages and took out the piles of construction supplies he had from his expanded backpack.

The whole village cheered and chanted his name. "Harry Potter! Harry Potter! Harry Potter!"

*

I arrived home at the castle and Nanny was there waiting for me. She tutted at me for exhausting myself again and I hugged her and thanked her for caring so much about me. She blushed and took me back to my room, helped me change, and put me to bed. It had been a long day and I didn't protest being babied as she tucked me under the blanket and kissed my forehead.

I waited a week and checked the book's publishing date before I sent the expanded trunk with 10,000 copies inside to Andromeda. I would let her negotiate with Flourish and Blotts for the rights to sell my stories and also told her to hint that there would be another book coming next year. The exclusive selling rights deal would be one that would make everyone involved a lot of money.

The book was an instant hit and became the most popular book in the wizarding world. Both adults and children wanted to read it or hear it read, because the children's picture books had paved the way. It didn't take long before the book was being sold in several different countries in different wizarding communities around the world.

The demand for more, even if they had to wait to get second and third editions, was enormous. The other Harry Potter merchandise also flew off the shelves. The large plushie Nundu was extremely popular with witches of all ages and they thought the one slashed eye was too cute. The updated Harry Potter plushies were popular as well and the original Toddler Harry plushies quickly became valuable collector items.

A week before the school year started at Hogwarts, a full page ad was placed in The Daily Prophet and a free edition was given to every magical person in Britain to let them know about the tuition subsidy that they could apply for. Depending on your need, the subsidy granted per family would grow if you had more children that went to school, and it was all thanks to Harry Potter.

Harry Potter's fame grew and everyone loved me. The fan mail soon became a torrent and the mail room had to be expanded to handle it all. Both Butter and Moppy loved having so much work to do. I still made sure to put an age appropriate personal touch on my response letters, because I didn't want to disappoint my fans.

*

About 7 months later, a new tomb had been discovered deep in the desert sands of Egypt. A curse-breaking team had been called in and hired for a substantial fee to assess the mostly buried pyramid. It only took them a few weeks to decipher most of the hieroglyphics to determine that it was a long forgotten king.

The mention of a treasure beyond compare made one of the group a little too eager to enter the tomb before all of the safety precautions were put in place. Galleons were almost dancing in his eyes on the easy payoff as he waited for everyone else to go to sleep. He went to the tomb and cast several silence spells before he brought the sledgehammer down onto the stone slab that covered the entrance.

It didn't take him long to break the seal that was thousands of years old. The hiss of escaping air was ignored as he used his wand to finish separating the stone slab and then levitated it out of the way. He conjured a torch and lit it with his wand, and held it in his left hand and kept his wand at the ready as he walked down the stairs and entered the tomb.

The man's skin crawled with a familiar feeling and he cast several dispelling and counter spells for the common curses that most tombs came with. It was almost like a standard practice to include them and he barely hid his triumph as the skin-crawling feeling dissipated. He did not notice the swirling dust at his feet that seemed to follow him.

He avoided and disabled several traps, like several hidden poisoned arrows activated by stepping on a particular stone on the floor and one pit trap with sharpened sticks at the bottom. He suppressed his shiver at the sight of the pile of bones down there and the skittering noise he heard.

After half an hour of hard work, using up nearly all of his magic, he had taken several wrong turns had had to backtrack. It was almost a maze and he hadn't brought the scribe to keep track of everything. It was frustrating him and he was growing tired. He wasn't going to give up, though. The bonus for finding the treasure first would be his!

*

A man's blood-curdling scream cut through the cursebreaker's camp like a hot knife through butter. It woke everyone up, as if it had been magically enhanced and ensured that everyone heard it. The more experienced members leapt to their feet and didn't bother getting dressed. They ran out of their tents with their wands ready and were fully prepared to attack whatever caused that noise.

The man in front was the first to die as a two foot long spike of earth impaled his chest through the heart. To everyone's shock, the spike immediately dissolved into sand and the body fell to the ground.

The others stared as the sand swirled and another spike formed. They didn't quite understand that they shouldn't be standing there and staring at it, until the spike flew at the next man and went through his head and impaled his brain. They got the point then and yelled for everyone to run.

The warning came too late.

*

I felt extremely sad that I wasn't allowed to arrive at the campsite until the story said so. I knew people were dying and there wasn't anything I could do about it. It was all thematically set and I had a specific part to play to correct the cursebreaker's mistake. The idiot had unleashed a very pissed off mummy that used to be a wizard that had made a horcrux.

Well, I knew it as a horcrux. It was actually called a soul phylactery and it contained half of the wizard's soul. It wouldn't have done anything by itself, because the inherent magic of the artifact would have faded to almost nothing after thousands of years. The introduction or infusion of new magic would either activate whatever curses were on it or let it take over whomever found it.

I double-checked the book and sighed. It would be another ten minutes before I could fly in on the magic carpet I had bought in Cairo. I wondered why the British Ministry of Magic banned them from being sold, because they were easy to use, were extremely safe with all the charms on them, and they could seat an entire family. The strong anti-muggle and notice-me-not charms were top notch, too.

I pushed those thoughts aside and reread my lines. I had to deliver them with the right panache to sound both confident and not like I was reading a script, even though that was exactly what I was doing. I took several deep breaths and took out my sword and wand as I mentally commanded my carpet to rise into the air. I counted down as I looked at the invisible clock in my head and nodded.

It was showtime!

*

They were saved! There were only two cursebreakers left from the team of eight and half of their helpers had been slain by the resurrected monster. It's unholy yells and unnatural magic had made short work of destroying the camp and the people in it, even if they hadn't done anything to the thing. Yet, anyway. They were hired to rob the tomb, after all.

Somehow, a young boy wearing glasses and a fancy cape had flown in on his colorful magic carpet, confronted the mummy with some fairly cheesy lines spoken in the Egyptian language, and drew it away from the slaughter that it had been hell-bent on completing for disturbing its resting place.

At one point, the boy disappeared and confused both the creature and the remaining people, then he suddenly reappeared and carried a large golden idol of a Siamese Cat in his hand.

"I'll handle the rest of them and they won't disturb you again! Go back to sleep! GO TO SLEEP!" The boy yelled and then chanted in some weird language as he waved his wand over the golden idol. It glowed a bright gold and the creature screamed as it glowed as well.

A black cloudy mist seemed to be torn out of the thing and it formed a face that screamed, despite not having lungs, then it flew at the boy. He held the idol up to put it in the way and it somehow sucked in the black cloud. The glow faded as the mummy's body dropped to the ground, once again stiff and still, like all mummies were supposed to be.

It took several minutes before anyone realized that it was over. They cheered and hugged, cried a little, and congratulated each other for not being dead. By the time they were done patting themselves on the back, the boy was long gone. The little bastard took the golden idol, too!

When they investigated the tomb after gathering up the bodies, they found that it was empty. There was evidence that it had been raided a long time ago and all that was left was the main sarcophagus. They would never know that Harry had arranged that after raiding the treasure room himself.

The two remaining cursebreakers put the mummy back inside the sarcophagus to ship it to their employers and were glad that the job hadn't been a complete bust. The loss of life was sad; but, being a cursebreaker was a dangerous life and they all accepted the risk when they took the job. They packed up their camp and turned the tomb over to the archaeologists from the local college. With luck, maybe they could get something valuable from the hieroglyphics in the main tomb room.

70 Lets Do The Time Warp Again

Dudley and I excelled at school, even if it was only first grade. We made lots of friends that year and everyone thought we were brothers instead of cousins. We were the tallest and biggest kids in the school and were pretty much looked up to by everyone in our year, because we were so nice. Making Dudders a party member during the school year had made learning really easy for him.

No one ever accused us of being typical rich kids either, not even the teachers. We did kind of spoil our classmates with occasional parties and random gifts, especially the cute girls to make them blush. Dudley really enjoyed their laughs and couldn't stop himself from wanting to keep hearing it. It was kind of Petunia's fault, because she did the same thing with the women in our neighborhood.

By the time the summer break came around, the Dursley Boys were the most popular kids in the school. It made me laugh internally at how much of a change had come over the Dursleys in so short of a time. Instead of the hate-filled bigots they should have been, they were happy and well-adjusted people and enjoyed their lives to the fullest.

My second book, Harry Potter and the Mummy's Curse, became a best seller like the first book. Children and teenagers of all ages loved hearing and reading about my adventures. The animated toys were pretty popular, too. I couldn't resist making a pet chew toy of the Mummy that when it was squeezed, it would groan and moan like the Mummy did. It sold out in only two days.

Petunia's magic lessons were going well and her spells were getting stronger and more powerful. It wasn't going to be long before she would be in the top ten percent of magicals in the country. I wasn't going to tell her that until just after she wrote her OWLs in two years, though. She would need to see the proof when she saw her marks from both the written tests and the practicals.

The summer passed quickly with me visiting Andromeda's every weekend and spending it with Nymphadora. She pretty much gushed about Hogwarts and about all of the friends she made there in Hufflepuff. She would never admit that it was because she was my girlfriend or that everyone adored the pictures of us that she shared with them. Andromeda had used her camera ruthlessly, too.

*

When my sixth birthday rolled around, Sirius was finally getting the point that he didn't like spending all of his time in prison. He was still stubborn about deserving it while also regretting not putting up much of a fight or protest during his trial and really should have spoken up in his defense.

On the plus side, according to him anyway, he had been kicked out of the family and everything fell to me, his heir. Mind you, there was almost no one left to the family by that point. The only living members were Sirius, a convicted criminal in prison, his cousin Andromeda that was also disowned and her daughter, Narcissa that had fled the country with her son, and myself because my great grandmother was Dorea Black.

The first thing I did between Azkaban visits was to disown Narcissa Malfoy and invited Andromeda Tonks back into the Black family. She refused, because she hadn't been a Black since she was a teenager and had left that life behind a long time ago. It made Sirius laugh, because his cousin hated their family as much as he did.

That made me the only family member of both the Potter Family and the Black Family. It might have been a depressing thing if it didn't come with huge amounts of gold and future potential. When I boasted that I would repopulate both family names with a bunch of bastard kids, Andromeda and Sirius laughed.

When I told them I was serious, they both laughed pretty hard at the joke and told me how much of a horny dog Sirius was when in Hogwarts. He had a new witch on his arm practically every month and got into a lot of trouble because of it... from their boyfriends. It made me laugh, too.

With a promise to work on getting him a parole hearing for being a model prisoner for the last five years, Andromeda and I gave him a pile of food and left. The guard always managed to be the same guy each time and he was just as grateful for both the visits and the free food. His whispered words that he regretted that he was happily married, made Andromeda laugh.

*

Second grade was as easy as the first and Dudley and I were the top of our class. We also helped out everyone that needed it and no one failed any of the tests. The teacher was quite happy about that and praised the entire class for working so hard. The students felt proud and they had every right to be.

My third book was released that summer and it was an instant hit. I had saved an entire family of dragons from being slaughtered by evil poachers. They were a rare breed of Hungarian Horntails and I set them up in the special dragon reserve in Romania and donated enough money for their care.

The dragon handlers named one of the hatching eggs after me, which was a huge honor. It was both funny and weird having a female dragon called Harry, though.

*

Third grade blew by like a breeze and most of the students at the school knew Dudley and I and were on first name basis with us. Neither of us had trouble remembering everyone's names and they were all pretty flattered that we could keep them all straight.

My fourth book was about me stepping in and stopping a vampire clan war in Italy and rescuing a kidnapped vampire princess from the clutches of an evil creature called a Manticore. It had been a bargaining chip by one of the factions to force the war to happen. Manipulation seemed to be a common theme for people, no matter their race.

I had my first inter-species kiss at the end of the book and young and old girls from all across the wizarding world swooned at the fairytale ending. It really was a great scene and I enacted it perfectly. The only problem with that, was my girlfriend. Nymphadora's glare the next time I saw her was a great imitation of her mother's.

I stared back at her without saying anything for a minute, then shrugged. "What else was I supposed to do after rescuing a damsel?"

Nymphadora held the glare for a few seconds, then giggled. "Well, since I already claimed your first real kiss years ago and most of your kisses for the last five years, I guess I can't be jealous if one of them escaped."

I had to chuckle at that reasoning. "Just one?" I asked and smirked at Andromeda.

"Leave me out of this." Andromeda said and held her hands up in surrender. "You're only eight."

That made both Nymphadora and I laugh, because she hadn't refused and only deflected the offer until I was old enough to kiss her properly.

"Shut it, you little stinkers!" Andromeda growled while shaking a fist at us and we kept laughing.

*

A Harry Potter book being released around my birthday every year had become a commonly accepted event and everyone looked forward to finding out what my next adventure would be. In one of them, I had tamed a herd of Griffons and now they lived in my backyard in their own freestanding castle tower under permanent notice-me-not charms on both the tower and them.

No normal person ever saw them and I paid a local sheep farmer to breed a separate stock just for them. Both the farmer and the Griffons were happy with the deal and I made that money back by selling official Harry Potter Pillows stuffed with Griffon Feathers.

I also fought an evil Russian Wizard that was trying to cast the Imperius curse on his entire village to make them all be his vassals and sign everything over to him. It was a surprisingly difficult fight, even knowing the script, because the witnesses needed to see the dramatic highlights and an epic fight between two powerful magic users.

The biggest fight and the final book released during the summer of my tenth birthday, was about me defeating a pack of vicious man-killing monsters in the dark woods of Germany. To my utter shock, I discovered that it was actually Fenrir Greyback's pack of rogue werewolves. They hadn't been named in the book and I wondered why, then realized it was because the original author didn't know their identities. I only recognized the nasty werewolf from the movies.

Let me tell you, it was a very difficult fight. I barely avoided being eaten, skewered, slashed, or cursed. It was almost an entire fight of near-misses that I could have easily been killed by, especially when some of them pulled out wands. Sticking to the script really, really sucked, because I couldn't cast Fiendfire to take them all out at once. I had to fight them in close combat!

By the time the fight was done, my costume was spotless and not a drop of blood had gotten on me, despite the dismembered bodies that surrounded me. I stared down at the severed head of Fenrir and felt both satisfaction and trepidation, because I couldn't tell anyone that Harry Potter had killed him because of his book. The bounty couldn't be claimed officially and... and then I smiled.

My extra-dimensional storage space stopped time, so I dropped the man's head and body into it. I would wait until the newspapers reported the drop in vicious werewolf attacks over the next few months and then I would dramatically reveal that I had caught the beast and put it down. It would bring my fame up to a new level that wasn't related to the books.

*

I received my Hogwarts letter two weeks before my fourteenth birthday and I had a huge decision to make. Do I respond and say I accepted or do I try and follow canon and let Hagrid show up on my birthday to deliver my letter and let me know I'm a wizard? Instead of making a decision, I went to Petunia and asked her opinion.

Petunia laughed at my indecision. "Harry, what is it you always say when someone questions you?"

I had to smile at her prompting. "I, Harry Potter, am the best Harry Potter."

"Exactly. You are the best Harry Potter. Would he sit by and wait for some groundskeeper to eventually show up to whisk him away to the magical world that you've known about since you were in nappies?" Petunia asked me.

I laughed and shook my head. "No, he would embrace it as soon as possible, because his fans would be disappointed if he didn't."

Petunia nodded and hugged me. I put my arms around her curvy body and rested my head on her heaving breasts. She chuckled at me shamelessly taking advantage of the moment and lightly slapped the back of my head.

"Cheeky brat." Petunia said and her voice was full of fondness.

"I seem to hear that a lot." I said and lifted my head to grin up at her.

Petunia laughed and pushed me away. "Go ahead and write out your response. I doubt the delivery owl stayed around to wait, so use one of the family owls."

I went to my mail room and my writing desk there. I wrote out my response that I would be on the platform for the Hogwarts Express on September first. I checked the front yard for owls and didn't see or feel one, so I did as Petunia suggested and went to the small owlery and used a family owl.

After I watched it fly away, I walked back to the mail room and read over the supplies list. I nodded at the books and went to the massive library in the castle and went to the first year books that Petunia had used to study for her OWLs. They were the same, so I copied most of them for the list and went to the potions lab to pick up a brewing setup that included the pewter cauldron, expensive brass scales, and a large box of empty potion vials.

I easily filled a standard potions ingredients kit with everything that I would need for the year. Having your own greenhouses for things like that was the best. Floppy really knew what he was doing, thanks to all that time spent with the Longbottom elves and learning everything he could.

"Nanny?" I asked and the elf popped into the room. "I need three standard Hogwarts robes made, a winter robe and cloak, a pointy hat for some reason, and four suits to wear under them."

Nanny beamed a smile at me. "We bees finally dressing you properly!"

Moppy and Butter popped in as well and I was rushed off to their tailoring room. It had been a kind of side project for them to make appropriate uniforms for any house elves they met personally and had been practising for years. They were very good at it and I was quickly measured and some of my custom expensive cloth was used to make a suit, a set of over-robes, and a hat.

With that to use as a pattern, the others could be easily made and then appropriately charmed to work just like the official robes sold at Madam Malkin's Robes For All Occasions. They even made a set of very fancy ones for me to change into after I reached the platform, because everyone was going to be there waiting to meet me, the savior of the wizarding world.

I went to the observatory next in the tallest tower and created a copy of one of the telescopes there. It was a heavily enchanted muggle one that could easily see the moons of Pluto. Magic was the best!

My next stop was the Griffon Tower and I gathered up some of the protective equipment, like dragonhide gloves, safety goggles, and an enchanted heavy leather apron. I was sure I wouldn't need most of it; but, I would rather have it and not need it, instead of regretting that I didn't have it. I waved to the griffon keeping guard at the top of the tower and barked a hello at it. It barked back and nodded to me.

I went back inside the castle and went to my storage room where I kept the things I made. I picked one of the expensive looking trunks made with the best materials. It was a seven compartment trunk like the one Professor Moody had in the books and I had enchanted it to be the best trunk in the world.

I packed all of my school things into the first compartment, except for my wand. I had two of my own from my time with Louise as her familiar partner, even if I didn't need it. I wanted to avoid going to Ollivander's to buy one, just so I could subvert both his and Albus Dumbledore's expectations. They should be surprised when I don't buy the fabled Holly and Phoenix Feather wand.

My clothes and school uniforms would go into the second compartment into the standing cabinet. There would be no folded clothes for this student. The third compartment held some of my best crafting materials and had a small workshop for me to work in. The fourth compartment had the same contents as the travel trunk I had made for Petunia and Vernon. The other compartments I left empty for now.

With that done, all of my school shopping was done, except for the owl or cat or toad part. I was quite tempted to show up with all three, just because I could, and laughed to myself. I wouldn't be so obvious about bucking tradition and would have to settle for picking up the only thing I hadn't been able to get until now. Hedwig.

I had been occasionally checking the Magical Menagerie and Owl Emporium every few months to see if she was there and she never was. Either she was a recent acquisition or Hagrid bought her from somewhere else. I hoped it was the first or I would have to act quickly if it was the second.

I went downstairs and saw Petunia in the kitchen making a sandwich for Amy. I gave the little girl a kiss on the cheek and she made a gagging sound. "Aunt Petunia? I'm going to pop over to Diagon Alley to do some shopping."

Petunia nodded and reached into her apron pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper to give to me. I took it and chuckled as I read the long list of things she wanted me to buy. She smiled and swatted at my head for making fun of her, which I ducked and it barely missed me. Amy laughed at us and I darted in and kissed Petunia's cheek.

"I'll be back later." I said and ran from the kitchen.

I put on a set of outer-robes before I went to the floo room and used it to go to the Leaky Cauldron. I was in my reddish-brown straight hair and no-glasses disguise, so no one recognized me. My first stop was to check for Hedwig at the Owl Emporium and she wasn't there. I went to the Magical Menagerie next and I felt a tentative connection.

Thankfully, it really was Hedwig and she was up in the rafters at the back of the store. I walked over to her and she hooted and hopped off, spread her wings, and gently floated down to land on my shoulder. I carefully ran my fingertips through her chest feathers and she preened at the gentle touch.

"She didn't dive-bomb you for looking at her!" A man's voice exclaimed.

I chuckled and turned to see him walking over to me. "A distinguished lady like this has the right to choose an appropriate suitor."

The man chuckled and gave the owl an appraising look. "She does look much happier, I must say."

"Of course she is. She knows a life of leisure and luxury is ahead of her now."

The man laughed. "All right, you've proven that you deserve each other. Come on over to the front and I'll ring you up."

I nodded and followed the man and paid for her. We left there and went back to the Owl Emporium to get her supplies. I bought their best multi-level perch with a built-in nest, multiple bags of their best owl treats, some grooming tools for stray feathers and keeping her claws sharp and shiny, and a box of white mice in stasis. Hedwig hooted in approval of my choices.

The young woman manning the counter laughed as she rang me up. "Your owl has great taste."

"I'll only have the best for my Hedwig." I declared and there was a brief flash of magic as the familiar bond snapped into place.

The clerk gasped. "That... that..."

"Shh. Let's just keep that a secret for now." I said and changed my hair back to the messy bird's nest it usually is and formed the fake lightning bolt scar on my forehead.

The clerk gasped again. "You... you..."

I changed my hair back and the scar faded. I took out an autographed picture of Harry Potter in front of his trophy case. It was a funny one of me posing with my head inside the Nundu's mouth and my tongue hanging out as if I was dead.

The young woman laughed again and accepted the picture with reverence. "Th-thank you."

I winked at her and shrank my purchases before I left the shop. "All right, girl. You can stay with me or you can head back to the castle while I get Petunia's shopping done."

"Hoot." Hedwig responded.

"I'm more than happy to have the company, dear lady." I said and spent the next hour going to the various shops to get the things Petunia wanted. No one said a word about me having Hedwig on my shoulder the entire time.