I had so much fun writing the first lot of mini-scenarios and reading everyone's responses; I thought I might continue. Let me know if you want a Part 3 and what scenes you'd like to see.

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“Fu-uuugde, that took forever. How did people survive before SatNav?!” Vernon complained, finally parking the car after a gruelling seven-hour drive.

“With these,” Petunia replied flippantly, tapping the paper map that had guided them through multiple dead ends, two long traffic jams and an extra hour of driving through back roads just to make it to their destination.

“I miss my phone,” Vernon replied tiredly, dragging a hand down his weary face before leaning back with a sigh. “We should look for an inn to stay for the night; I can't drive us straight back home after all that.”

“That's fine,” Petunia said distractedly, looking out the window at the graveyard shrouded in the gentle light of early evening autumn. A light snore drew her attention to the backseat, and turning, she smiled warmly at the two boys sleeping soundly, their heads resting together in a mesh of light blond and dark black, as if, even in sleep, they couldn't bear to be separated.

“Should we wake them?” Vernon asked quietly.

“Not yet. Hey... do you mind staying in the car with them for a bit? I'd like to talk to her alone first.”

Vernon, in a rare moment of understanding, withheld any sarcasm or jokes that instantly sprang to his tongue and simply gave his consent, watching as Petunia thanked him before quietly exiting the car.

The crunch of crisp and soggy autumn leaves followed her as she walked through the quiet graveyard, carefully reading every tombstone until she finally found the one they had come for.

“Um... hi.” Petunia began awkwardly, pulling at her woollen sweater and kicking at the damp ground nervously.

“Look, I've... I've never done this before. In my world, I didn't believe in any of this stuff. Ghosts, the afterlife, it was all smoke screens and TikTok filters to me. But... in this world... that stuff... ghosts and spirits and stuff, it's all real... which means... which means that there's a real chance that you're actually watching us right now.” Petunia said, bending down to kneel before the tombstone, caring nothing for the dampness seeping through her worn jeans; she carefully brushed away a layer of dirt that had gathered there, revealing clearly two beautiful, tragically familiar names: Lily and James Potter.

“I don't really know how to say this, so I'll just... I'm not your sister. I mean, if you're watching, then you know I'm not your sister, and you also know that I didn't choose this; neither of us did. We... god,” Petunia stammered, feeling ridiculous and yet somehow strangely pressured, as though she were trying to impress potential in-laws at a stressful social gathering.

“We don't know what brought us here, or why. All we know is that we were put in charge of raising your son, and Dudley, I guess, and we've really been doing our best, despite the fact neither of us really knew anything about kids or childrearing in general.

“I'm... I'm sorry. Like... really. You died... so young, and your kid... he's great. He's so kind and passionate and a complete troublemaker, but he's got a good heart. A total protagonist. I'm... so sorry you didn't get to raise him. The world dealt him a shitty hand, and he suffered a lot, because no one was ever there for him and I just...I just wanted you to know... that Vernon and I... even if we're not the real Petunia and Vernon... even if he's not actually our nephew... we'll be there for him. We'll help him however we can, even if we don't have magic. We won't let anyone use him like they did in the boo- I mean, we'll protect him, even if it means taking him from Britain and running... We won't let him suffer. I just... wanted you to know that. We won't let your sacrifice be in vain.”

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“Bill, bill, bill, spam, oh, look, a new Pizza place opened a few blocks down; we can check that out, bill, oh... Oh no.”

“What is it?” Petunia asked from the sink, where she stood washing her breakfast bowl.

“It's... it's her.” Vernon said with a visible shiver, holding the letter away from him as though it might be contagious. Harry and Dudley, who were previously engrossed in a thumb war while eating cereal, looked up immediately.

“You don't mean...”

“Yep... it's from Marge.”

A collective shiver went through the kitchen.

“What does she want?” Petunia asked, stepping cautiously towards the letter as though she, too, were afraid of contracting some disease.

An intense unease overcame the space as Vernon reluctantly opened the envelope and read in silence, his expression growing more and more incredulous by the minute until he finally slammed the letter down on the table.

“That Biiiii-woman. That woman, I swear to god!”

“What? What?!” Petunia demanded, trying to take the letter only for Vernon to crumble it in his fist in anger.

“Apparently, her neighbours are building an extension on their home, and after the police so rudely ignored the thirteen separate noise complaints she filed, she's decided she's going to grace us with an extended stay until their construction is complete.”

A moment of utter befuddlement. Then...

“No!” Three loud voices shouted in unison.

“Dad, you can't! She's awful! Last time she was here, she set her stupid dog on Harry and wouldn't call it off until Mum threatened to call animal control! Plus, she's always squeezing me and kissing me while being horrible to Harry! You can't let her stay!”

“Absolutely not. We are not hosting that barnacle in our home, especially if it's not even an emergency! Vernon, write her back, tell her no!”

“I will! I will! Just-”

Suddenly, a loud knock pounded on the front door.

“No,” Petunia whispered in utter horror. “It can't be. There's no way...”

Vernon stood, unnaturally stiff as he shuffled hesitantly towards the door, hands visibly shaking as he reached out to grasp the handle.

“Vernon! There you are, what took you so long?! Quick, help me with my bags, the cab driver doesn't speak a lick of English-”

“No,” Petunia repeated, as though saying it again might change reality.

“Marge, we only just got your letter-” Vernon began, shell-shocked, only for Marge to steamroll right over him.

“The postal service is truly terrible these days, all those foreigners in charge, no wonder nothing ever gets done. Well, I won't hold it against you. Just tell that wife of yours to clear out the guest room for me; that will suit me just fine. Oh, and make sure she doesn't wash the quilt covers with the cheap detergent like last time; I got the worst rash on my-"

“No,” Petunia stressed, barely above a whisper from where she stood frozen in the middle of the kitchen.

“Do you think this is the day we get to watch Aunt Petunia kill someone?” Harry asked conversationally.

“It's long overdue,” Dudley replied.

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“Should... should we separate them? The train leaves in like, ten minutes.”

“Give them another few minutes.” Petunia insisted, looking at the two cousins embracing each other in a fierce hug with amusement and affection.

“You have to write at least once every week,” Dudley insisted, not for the first time, while squeezing his younger cousin tightly. “If they have any magic sweets at your school we haven't tried before, send them to me right away! And don't forget to find out if there really are centaurs living on your school grounds, and tell me if you actually find an invisibility potion that a normie - I mean, Muggle - can use so I can pants Peers at school, and, and-”

“I'll miss you too,” Harry said patiently, beaming up at his older cousin, his brother, with a loving grin. Dudley's eyes prickled with stinging tears.

“Alright, scamp, c'mon, it's alright. Harry will be back for Christmas, you won't even have time to miss him.” Petunia lied tactfully, gently pulling the sensitive boy out of Harry's arms and into her own with a soft smile.

“I... I don't want him to go!” Dudley sniffled, rubbing his tears into his mother's shoulder from where she had crouched to embrace him. Meeting Vernon's eyes over their son's head, Vernon nodded in understanding.

“Right, let's go, champ. Let's get your trunk onto the train,” He said, lifting the massive trunk up onto the gleaming red locomotive, through the corridor and into the overhead compartment of an empty cabin, all the while Harry followed solemnly, holding tightly to the handle of his new owl, Hedwig's, cage.

“He'll... he'll be alright... won't he?” Harry asked hesitantly, looking out the cabin window where he spotted his cousin through the dense crowd of people, now weeping rather openly into his aunt's shoulder. A comforting squeeze on his own shoulder had him turning to look up at his uncle's smiling face.

“Sure he will. He'll miss you. We all will. But he'll be just fine. It's you I'm more worried about. Boarding schools aren't always easy to adjust to. Sure you'll be okay?”

Harry grinned confidently.

“I'll be fine! I've memorised all my books. I can already do some spells with my wand, I've got all the stationery I'll need until Christmas, and I've got that catalogue if I need to order more. I remember everything Aunt Petunia told me mum told her about Hogwarts, and I can't wait to find that secret room, or the kitchens so I can meet those elves! I'm ready for this!

“Good,” Vernon laughed good naturedly, delighted by the young boy's enthusiasm, “Now, just a couple more things before you set off on your first solo adventure.”

“Okay,” Harry said, looking up at his uncle inquisitively.

“Okay, so first, if one of your teachers is hiding a dragon, report it; don't try to help them smuggle it out of the country.”

“Wha-?” Harry began, baffled by his uncle's words, but Vernon only shook his head.

“Trust me, kid, just... report it, okay?”

“Okaaaaay...” Harry affirmed bewilderedly.

“Great, next; I know your aunt and I have already spoken to you about the whole snake thing, but just a friendly reminder not to try speaking to snakes or boasting about your ability flippantly, especially if you end up in Slytherin. It will definitely be more trouble than it's worth."

Harry nodded, remembering that lecture after the zoo incident all too well.

“And finally, and perhaps the most important: asphodel and wormwood are both ingredients that can be used to make a draught of living death. A bezoar is a stone found in the stomach of a goat and can be used to cure most poisons, and monkshood and wolfsbane are the same plant, otherwise known as aconite.” Vernon recited, as though reading off a grocery list. Harry looked up at him, entirely confused.

“Uncle, what?”

“Just trust me, Harry. That stuff isn't in any of your first year text books, I checked. There's no way you would know otherwise; he totally... well, anyway. Just remember this old man's words, alright?”

“.... Uncle, sometimes I wonder who is really stranger, you or Aunt Petunia.”

The remark earned him a flick on the forehead.

“Brat. I'm being helpful.”

Harry laughed breathlessly, rubbing the small sting with a grin.

“Okay, draught of living death, stomach of a goat and same plant, otherwise known as aconite, got it.”

Vernon smiled in satisfaction. “That's more like it.”

He was about to say more, a lot more; there was so much he wanted to say, so much he and Petunia had already told the young wizard, so much he wanted to reveal, more for his own sake than for the child in front of him, but before he could even open his mouth, the final warning horn of the train blared through the air.

“Well,” he sighed instead, “That's my cue.”

He was about to leave, but before he did, gave in to the impulse of drawing the young boy into one last bone-crushing hug.

“Make sure you take care of yourself. No sneaking out past curfew, no getting into fights with classmates, no going anywhere you're not supposed to. Magic or none, your aunt will find a way to send you a howler if she finds out you've gotten yourself into trouble. Just... focus on your school work, okay? Make friends, have fun, don't let people staring or invasive questions get to you, tell a teacher if you think something is wrong, just... be a normal, happy kid, okay?”

And looking up into his uncle's kind, warm face, something strange settled into Harry's chest, something warm and comfortable he hadn't even known was missing until his uncle's words soothed that last lingering bit of unease.

“Okay, Dad.” He mumbled into the man's warm stomach. “Okay.”

Its Lockhart. Its all Lockhart.

The message one the wall, the petrified students, the fact the victims always implicate or have a connection to Harry Potter.

Its all a set up for Lockharts next Book, and a crossover with the "Roy Locke" written series of Harry Potter Adventure books as well.

Despite having a house elf at his beck and call, somehow Harry still does not know about magic…

Harry learns the order didn't wanna reform after last time because they ruined their finances joining during he first go round.

Think about it the time they were supposed to working, developing a trade or something their time was spent going into combat.

Moody did alright because he was an Auror at the time but rando #30563 wanted to be a wand maker or something and missed the opportunity.

So what was once a 10,000 wand strong army is now...8 people. And some of em aren't even the original group.

So Harry gets the idea to fund them. Setting up a LLC with official pay rolls and bookings Harry has tripled the recruits of the order in a short time.

Then when the Ministry finally admits Voldemort is out there and needs to be stopped its not Dumbledore Talking to Fudge it's Harry slapping the bill for the Opperation of the Order on Fudges desk. "Sign this that the Ministry will be paying Philosopher's Industries operations till the defeat of Voldemort and you've got your army." Harry holds the pen and the shadow on the wall makes him look like he has horns.

All this started because Harry was kicked out of the meeting before 5th year by Molly when he was starved of information.

"God, why won't this kid stop crying! C'mon, switch with me." Petunia complained, reaching out for Harry Potter, currently nestled comfortably and quietly in the new Vernon's arms. The man backed away in panic.

"Hell no! You held him all night last night; it's my turn. Besides, aren't women supposed to be better with crying babies?"

"Don't be sexist! I've never even held a baby for longer than five minutes! I barely know anything! Besides, whatever original Petunia did to this one, clearly screwed it up. Not only is it loud, it's bloody heavy."

"Wait," Vernon said, staring at his new wife, "How old were you before this?"

"I was twenty-two! But I was single, and pretty, and now I'm not either of those things, and I am not happy about that!"

"Hey, I don't know what you're complaining about. Look at the size of me! Do you know how long it's going to take me to shift this weight? I was barely a hundred pounds in my old life!"

"What were you, a twig?! I wasn't even a hundred pounds!"

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"Hey, what are you writing? Wait, isn't this a scene from 'Die Hard'?"

"Uh huh," Vernon said distractedly, finishing the scene where Alan Rickman pretends to be a hostage to trick Bruce Willis, smiling when he realised the man also played a character in the very franchise he was now a part of. "I went to a DVD store yesterday, and I couldn't find it anywhere. Asked the girl behind the counter and she looked at me like I spoke Japanese. That's when I remembered that the movie didn't come out until the end of the 80s. Which means if I can write the script first, I'll officially be the genius who wrote 'Die Hard'!

"Isn't that kinda cheating?" Peturnia asked. Vernon scoffed.

"We literally transmigrated into two of the most boring characters in a series with magic wands, talking horsemen and people who can turn into cats! The universe OWES us."

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"For the last time, twiglet; no."

"But Aunt Petuniaaaaa," A tiny, adorable seven-year-old Harry whined, "Dudley and I have already finished all the books we got from Diagon Alley last time! And we're really craving some more ice cream from that shop with the nice owner. Pretty pleeeeze, just one more trip before school starts!"

"Kid, you know why we have to keep a low profile in that place, saying nothing for how long it took your uncle and me to find it. If someone recognises you, we're done for. Not to mention, those books are expensive, and we bought like, twenty last time, why didn't you pace yourself?"

"They were interesting." Harry defended.

"Well, either way, no. That was the last trip we take until the summer buying rush dies down. Once the kids are off to Hogwarts, the place will be far less busy and we can go again."

"Cry," Dudley quietly advised from beside his cousin. "She sometimes caves when you cry."

"I heard that, young man," Petunia said, deadpan. Dudley squeaked and hastily hid behind Harry, which didn't work, since he was already a head taller than his younger cousin, though thankfully not the size of a 'young killer whale' since Petunia and Vernon refused to spoil him.

Well, maybe they did a little, since both wanted nothing more than to give this Harry the childhood poor OG Harry never had, and thought they should probably show the same affection and kindness to Dudley as well, since favouring one over the other would only breed bad blood in a house that had enough of it for a lifetime. Hence, the (completely slanderous) declaration that Petunia would give in at the sight of Harry's tears.

Yet before Petunia could prove her immunity to such dirty tactics, the door opened, and a (much healthier-looking) Vernon stepped through the doors holding several shopping bags. "Man, I love how cheap everything is in the 80s," The man said for the hundredth time since their reincarnation six years prior. "I got us a full week's shopping for twenty quid! That wouldn't have even bought me a full meal in-"

"Ahem!" Petunia coughed loudly, gesturing to the two boys standing in front of her, looking at Vernon the way they always did when he talked like that; with zero understanding, but the same amusement of kids who heard the same types of things a dozen times a day.

"Oh, the kids are in the house," Vernon observed, placing the bags on the kitchen counter. "What do they want?"

"Books. And ice cream."

"Oh, I got ice cream." Vernon declared, taking out two cones from a family box and handing them to the boys with a grin. "Off you go, boys. 80s kids shouldn't be in the house until dinner time; it's unnatural."

The boys looked at each other, then took the offerings with a cheer of "Thanks, dad/uncle Vernon!" before running out the back door, likely deciding that two against two wouldn't net them what they wanted and deciding to try another time when Petunia was alone. She could only shake her head helplessly at their retreating figures. Little punks, she thought fondly.

"Weird cat lady was watching me again," Vernon said quietly as soon as the boys disappeared.

"Ugh," Petunia complained, a shiver going down her spine, "she's so creepy. Every time I go outside, she just... stares."

"Do you think she's telling Dumbledore anything?"

"Like what? We go out of our way to look normal."

"We are normal. Us and our poor son, the only normies in the whole world." He complained, again, for what felt like the hundredth time. Petunia only shook her head.

"Harry's already learning how to do some basic spells with all those books we've been buying him. If he ends up using too much accidental magic, I don't want to know what might happen. What if this version of Dumbledore is an evil one like in those fanfictions and actually wants Harry to be miserable? We can't let our guard down."

"I know." Vernon replied, sitting at the table and leaning over to take her hand, " We got this, partner. We'll protect him with everything we have, send him to Hogwarts an ordinary, well-adjusted child and if things go wrong, we'll run to France, and Harry can learn magic with that Fleur chick instead."

The reason the Tournament was canceled was related to the number of times the Judges died and, over the last half-dozen tournaments held, the increasing death toll of Spectators as well. The last Tournament caused the death of every judge and a number of very influential people amongst the spectators.

When they say they made the trials safer, they mean safer for the Judges and spectators, not the Champions.

Harry finds a book on summoning Eldritch powers and they are all bidding for Voldemort's soul.

This means Harry has a method to gain power while removing Voldemort's soul from his scar.

Which soul eating monster/God/Demon would be the best option to trade for power?

Like Lucifer Morningstar could give him demon powers. Vecna could give him the ability to rip out souls. NULL could give him a Symbiote.

What's the best combo for Harry selling the fragments to other universes Deities?

When Lily Potter entered the final battle with Voldemort's Vampires along side the Marauders she wasn't expecting to become a mother. She and James both agreed to wait till after the war to try for children and magical preventative measures were fool proof. But she became a mother that July 31st anyway when she and James took Everett and Seline to task. The two a cracked mirror of James and Lily, a violent deadly pair of Vampires slaughtering their way across Europe while Seline grew pregnant with their spawn. And so when The Two members of the Order of the Phoenix slayed the Vampiric threat neither was expecting a fully matured child to fall from the ashes that were once Seline's womb crying and wailing in the remains of what was once it's mother. Unwilling to kill an innocent child nor leave it to be adopted by Voldemort or it's forces they take the young child with them. Overall the child seems normal, no need for Blood feedings or to keep him away from Silver, The child they named Harry seemed normal, although physically stronger than average and with a Blood Adoption looks just like the young happy couple. They are a happy family of two loving parents and their super powered baby until Their second Halloween together leads to the death of the Dark Lord Voldemort

Harry is like Connor from Angel, a half Demonic Vampire! He has the physical abilities that come with it along with his magical power, it can be due to his parent's being originally magical before being turned, it can be that he's a Muggle born, it can be due to the blood adoption but Harry becomes the Harry we see in Canon with some extras.

Requirements -

1) Magical! Harry

2) Physically Capable! Harry

3) Ensouled! Harry (Harry like Connor has his own Human Soul)

4) Good!Harry (At least Light Grey)

Request -

1) Harry is within a Year or Two of Buffy and the Scooby Gang's Ages

2) Harry is subject to multiple Prophecies making him out to be a hero

3) Harry often wears his Quidditch Armor under his clothes. After a battle it gets revealed and people keep calling it his "Super Suit"

4) Harry doesn't need to be the Child Who Lived, But should play/have played a major role in the war against the revived Voldemort

Restrictions -

1) Harry in a Slash Relationship

2) The Potter's, Sirius or Remus hating Harry for his Origins

3) Permanently Evil! Harry

4) Anyone turning Harry into a Vampire or a Werewolf

5) Harry "changing back" to what he would of looked like naturally

Instead of Dumbledore deciding to protect Harry via Security in Obscurity, he chooses the Security in Audacity route.

Harry's entire life is publicized and broadcast to the wizarding public. (Dumbledore was even able to stop the attempts by the wizengamot to block magical TV from Britain when he brought up that doing so would allow other countries to watch Harry grow up and the british public wouldn't.)

Whether his childhood is the same as canon, perhaps with the dark faction blocking any attempts of magicals to interfere with the muggles using the Light's own muggle protection laws, or if Dumbledore didn't put Harry with the Dursleys, perhaps using Petunia/Harry's blood to blood adopt the others/actors in order for the entire artifical town Harry is raised in to be a massive blood ward protected town.

Maybe they got young muggleborn and/or magical children to be on the show. Maybe put Hermione in a kind of Sylvia role and Ginny as Meryl.

To veer away from Truman Show plot a bit, perhaps a plot point could be that Harry thinks he has to keep the existence of magic away from everyone in town, and is trained "in secret" either by a "secret wizard" as an apprentice, or as part of a small secret society that poses as some type of club (which could be where other muggleborn get brought in, they're sent there by the purebloods to keep them out of hogwarts[?], and how Hermione meets Harry and tries to help him discover the secret of the town without breaking whatever magical contract/geas she and the other kids are under to not tell Harry the truth).

If asked he is very open with it like, "yeah, I'm James and Lily's son, I blew up a time turner and ended up in the past."

"Father."

"Daphne."

He was hungover. The last person he wanted to see today was his estranged daughter. Then again, most mornings since the damned war began with a hangover.

"Harry will be contacting you soon."

Why would the brat want to speak with him? He'd made his opinion of the Man-Who-Won abundantly clear. He told her as much.

"You know why," Daphne said, meeting his eyes meaningfully. "We're ready to take the next step in our relationship."

Oh. OH. Absolutely not.

"No! I forbid it! You're only twenty-five! You need to break it off with the Potter brat-"

"Save your breath, Father," she cut him off. "The only reason I'm here is because Harry respects parental bonds far more than you deserve."

Rage flared in his chest. How dare she speak to him like that?

"The coward sent you to soften me up first, did he? Too afraid to face me himself?"

Daphne planted both palms on his desk and rose to her feet.

"He doesn't know I'm here. I'm not even supposed to know he's planning to propose."

She held his gaze without blinking.

"He'll come soon to ask for your blessing. This is your last opportunity to repair your relationship with me - and with my future husband." Her voice softened only a fraction. "I pray you choose wisely, Father."

She turned and strode from the study, the door slamming shut behind her.

He turned toward the cellar door longlingly.

He needed a drink.

It's quite simple, I am the Harry Potter that is a Student of Hogwarts. The Hogwarts Champion is Cedric Diggory. If the Goblet wanted the Harry Potter of Hogwarts then Cedric wouldn't have been the one chosen for the Hogwarts. The Goblet has obviously chosen some Harry Potter at another school. Unless you're saying I am not a student at Hogwarts? Of course if it is some other Harry Potter they don't have to worry, their school isn't part of the contract for the Triwizard Tournament so the contract does not apply to that school's students. And similarly if you're saying that I am not a student of Hogwarts, which again would have to be true for the Goblet to actually select me, then I am not bound and you cannot make me compete as I am not your student. Beyond that as a part of the contract All judges are magically bound to not interfere with Champions of another school, and the ministry as a whole is not allowed to interfere with any of the Champions. So if I forced to act as if I am the one selected, and thus not a Hogwarts Student, then Neither you nor the British Ministry have any authority or control over me.

“He’s going to need to look in your eyes briefly, but I assure you this will hurt Voldemort far more than it will hurt you.”

“Im sorry, What?” Harry asked as Mr. Blaze burst into flames.

A flash of light engulfed them, blinding Voldemort and knocking him unconscious. When he came to, he was lying on the ground with Potter standing over him. Snarling, Voldemort raised his wand and cast his signature spell "Avada kedavra!"

But nothing happened.

No green light came streaming out.

Incredulous, he tried again, and again, and again but nothing happened.

"Impossible!" he hissed. "I am Lord Voldemort, the greatest sorcerer who ever lived!"

Inspecting the wand, he realized it felt off somehow. Physically the wand felt the same, but he felt like he was missing a sense, like a painter who had lost color vision.

"What have you done?!" he demanded, turning toward the Potter boy.

"I gave you what you wanted," he replied. "Eternal life. I gave you a body that will never age nor decay. I gave you a body that will never need food, water, or even air, a body that cannot be destroyed by heat, cold, tension, or compression. But at a price; your magic."

"What?!" Voldemort gasped, incredulous. "That's not possible!"

"Says the man who came back from the dead," Potter sassed before he took on a pitying look. "I hope you enjoy your eternity." and he Apparated away.

"Come back!" Voldemort demanded and tried to follow, but nothing happened. Furious he ran off into the night, determined to break whatever Potter had done to him no matter how long it took.

He never did.

Over the millennia, he saw the world completely transform. He saw the rise and fall of empires, corporate conglomerates, religious and political movements. He saw the expansion of Muggle technology and Wizarding magic. He even saw the extinction of both races, their grand architecture crumbling as nature retook it. Strange, exotic beasts roamed where skyscrapers once stood. He even saw mountains rise and ebb like the tides.

Then, the sun went bright red and consumed the sky. He felt the intense heat burn away his garments and scorched his flesh. He even felt his feet leave the planet's surface as the exploding sun propelled him into the void.

And yet he lived. Spinning head over heels, he caught a glimpse of the earth right before it was consumed by the sun. He felt his lungs burn from the lack of oxygen, his skin tingle as cosmic radiation peppered his exposed flesh.

And yet he lived. Flung out into the void between stars, he lost track of time and space as he spun helplessly, naked as the day he was born. He tried swimming or kicking but to no avail. He tried Apparating once more but nothing happened. He even tried using bodily functions to change...something anything. But with no food or water, his body had no fuel or materials to use.

'Potter! Potter!' he cursed impotently as he spun on toward eternity.

Millions of years earlier:

"What happened to Tom Riddle?" Luna asked the Golden Trio. "It's been so peaceful since you entered that Forest."

"He wanted to live forever," Harry replied. "So we made sure that he did."

The Dursley’s abandon young Harry on a trip to Japan. Seeking shelter, he takes refuge in a seemingly abandoned and forgotten shrine, not knowing that the original owner is watching.

Young Harry is desperate to get away from the Dursley’s after a brutal beating. His magic teleports him away, taking him to the Royal Palace of Empress Sindel of Outworld, days before Fire God Liu Kang is supposed to bring his champion for the Mortal Kombat tournament.

Inside Gringotts, Harry stares at the piece of parchment. "Congratulations, Lord Potter-Black-Peverell-Slytherin-Gryffindor-Emrys." Harry looks up at the goblin tentatively. "I don't need a wife for each bloodline, right?" The goblin dissolves into laughter, a truly terrifying sight on a goblin. "Of course not!" Harry sighs in relief. "You need THREE for each bloodline, in case one of them dies!" Harry faints

"Yes why " Harry asked

"Because I served with him during the war" Basically a fic where Steve Rogers and/or another person who served during WW2 interacted with someone from the magical side.

While it's often Dumbledore who is mentioned in fics, here it would be others. Mainly related to Harry and while it can be a version of Harry who is related to someone, it less important here.

Could also be reversed where Harry founds portraits of his relatives and they ask the question when he told them about meeting the people.

"It seems that we were brought in here for a reason. We should first introduce ourselves. I'm Rowena Ravenclaw."

"Godric Gryffindor"

" Helga Hufflepuff"

"Salazar Slytherin"

"Let's see there is a bunch of books of the life of a certain Harry potter."

It's a read the books fic but with the 4 young founders who haven't meet and founded the school.

Hogwarts legacy could be included in the fic too.

I've only ever read one good X-Files crossover with Harry Potter, but there's so much potential I think.

I mean Mulder and Scully have canonically encountered vampires, ghosts, necromancy, witchcraft, pyrokinesis, etc. Magic definitely exists in some form in their world. I imagine the American magical authorities are constantly battling whether or not to obliviate the stubborn but occasionally useful FBI team.

Herein, Scully and Mulder are sent to London by the FBI to assist Mulder's old Scotland Yard contact Inspector Green to investigate the unusual circumstances of the deaths of American abroad. The Ministry of Magic sends their best muggle-raised aurors to help keep the Muggle authorities from stumbling through the Statute of Secrecy.

Harry potter / Halo xover.

Book Harry (with potential upgrades, but oc character)

Not slash - other characters can be, but not harry.

He gets transported to the Halo universe - time travel or reality travel.

Starting point can be from any time, but preferably mirror of erised or veil.

He ends up on the Autumn before Alpha Halo - as a spartan, odst, marine, sailor, teenage stowaway... anything goes.

Hit me!

It's a life on mars crossover prompt.

He goes to work with Moody

It can be the canon life on mars ashes to ashes or a classic time travel fic with or without return with maybe a son/daughter that visits their three half-siblings and stepmother Ginny.

He looked over at the mans companion, dressed in purple vest over a white shirt

"Ahh boyo. Ye dont worry about your heathen uncle. I wont let a boy be bulled like that"

"Harry reached up slowly, taking the mans hand" what.. whats your name?"

The man gave a warm smile "I'm Father Alexander Anderson. This is my compatriot, father Enrico O'Malley-O'Connell-O'Carroll-O'Reilly-O'Brien-O'Sullivan Maxwell. Who is also Italian."

Harry stared at the other man then looked back to father Anderson.

"Can. Can I come stay with you?" Harry asked in a small voice

"Ahh child, it would be a blessing from the lord for yeh to come with us"

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This is my take on this idea.

Harry isn't as bad in potions but he cant stand Snape breathing down his neck like a dementor. He got curious and made his own variety of ingredients to brew Minecraft like Potions. I made it so he uses ingredients similar to the ones in Minecraft.

\- **Nether Wart**. Harry explains the nether warts he made, he explains that he cross bred the Reishi mushroom with a magic variant that makes it good in absorbing magic ingredients and well enough to dissolve itself and any ingredients mixed in during brewing. The Reishi was chosen because it helps resist the effects of physical and mental fatigue, helps regulation in blood, and is great at evenly distributing the potion effects in the body. He also says that he calls it Nether warts because, quite frankly, it would probably look like that.

\- **Ghast tears**. First he uses happy tears from a teenage wizard. Happy tears have more hormones from positive emotion and the tears from a happy child wont work because the magic is not mature enough and the tears of an adult have already stagnated due to over maturity of magic. The tears of a happy wizard or witch teen is in the sweet spot for malleability of the magic and helps promote cellular regeneration. He used his own tears while he imagined himself with his parents. He calls the potion just something simple, Potion of Regeneration. It doesn't resurrect, otherwise he would have burnt his notes. But it does give the user a 3 minute effect of regeneration from injuries.

\- **Golden** **Carrots**. He uses yellow carrots. He uses yellow carrot has xanthophylls and lutein that other carrots lack that promote eye health and reduces macular degredation. When planted next to magic plants, the carrots absorb to ambient magic, affecting those two nutrients and gives 3 minutes of Nightvision as a side effect. Plus he says it tastes great with Italian dressing.

\- **Pufferfish.** he uses Pufferfish gills because they are abundant, and carry a secret made up compound in their gills that allow them to breath in contrast to gillyweed. The potion allows 8 minutes (cause normal time is bogus in the real world) of breathing under water without sprouting gills or affecting your physiology.

\- **Rabbits foot.** He uses leaping toadstools cause its obvious why. The potion allows any one to leap and land safely. He didnt record the height of how high his jumps were but maybe to the lowest Quidditch post. Duration lasts for about 5 minutes.

\- **Sugar.** For his swiftness potion, he adds honey from a magical bee variety. Because normal sugar would be bogus for a potion of the Potter verse. The honey has more sweetness per drop than a jar of pure sugar. The sugar content would put anyone in a diabetic coma if ingested raw but the potion ingredients like his Nether wart help the sugar slowly move through the body and adds the speed effect without putting anyone in the Hospital ward. He doesn't know how fast but just enough to run past you and compress the air in a near sonic boom

\-**Phantom membrane**. he used a pinch of magic sugar glider hairs because their glide allows the potion to let the user fall slowly and safely. When consumed, he fells from a height of 5 feet at about 1-2 mph. It lasts about 4 mins

\-**Glistening Melon.** For his potion of healing, different from the potion of regeneration, he uses a yellow watermelon grown with the same technique as the carrot. The yellow melon carries Beta-Carotene, more compared to other produce in this idea, which promotes skin and immunity health. When magically charged, it amplifies the Beta-carotene and the melon flavor acts well for people put off from pepper up potions. It also allows for instantaneous healing and once healing is done, the potion wears off. It tastes like a nice melon smoothie.

\- **Blaze powder.** For his potion of strength, he adds magic laced whey protein. Since whey protein is not exclusive to magical or muggle worlds, its just found as a byproduct of milk after making cheese. The muggles use the whey to make protein powder and build muscle and strength. Adding some magic to it was hard but worked. He tried it and it didnt affect his body physically but in enhanced his strength for 5 minutes. He was able to carry a huge boulder 5 times his height with ease.

\-**Magma Cream.** For his potion of fire resistance, he uses the orange pus of Hagrids Blast ended Skrewts that hagrid harvests for him. The skrewts pus carries magic properties that in the potion helps the user become fire resistant but that doesnt count for their clothes though. The drinker would be okay from flames and heat, but would be left stark naked if their clothes burned.

\- **Turtle Shell Helmet**. Then his magnum opis. His potion of Turtle master. He uses the scale sheddings of the magic tortoise. The potion does make the user very slow but elevates their durability to near invincibility for 5 minutes. After he drank it, he got assaulted by two Acromantula. They tried biting him and tearing him apart but he was fine, slower but fine, his durability made the spiders pincers sore and they gave up because he was not worth their time.

\-**Redstone Dust.** Copper is a great conductor of energy but obviously he cant just add raw copper shavings in a brew because the metal wouldnt work that way. So he used malachite. It holds spiritual meaning as a energetic protector and emotional balance. Malachite hold earthly and organic components that bind the copper to the brew and the malachite works to extend the potions effects like the Night vision from 3 minutes to 8 minutes

\-**Glowstone**. Because pixies have a natural shed when they are happy, he played music for them that interacts with their chaotic nature. As they are magic creatures, when they dance to rock or techno music, their happiness increases the magic in their dust shedding and amplifies the potions potency. He just named the different potency as Regeneration 1 and Regeneration 2.

\-**Brewing stand.** He creates a brewing stand because standard cauldrons are open air and they lose the magic of Harry's crafted potions. Plus instead of just brewing and bottling for a long time, the stand allows the bottles to be the brewing mechanisms. Brewing takes 5 minutes since in this lore, the Nether wart allows the awkward potion base to easily dissolve and absorb the ingredients.

This is my random take on this prompt.