Harry Potter: Broken Prophecies - chapter 2 (Patreon)

Magic stores were… weird, it was kinda like a combination of an antique shop and a library nobody ever went to, which was weird because the place was full, but for an unspoken reason, the place had more dust than a college dorm, which was a lot. College students are nasty. “Ok, we have the robes, the winter cloak, and the hats, we still need the dragon nut gloves.”

“Dragon what?” Adam stopped dead on his tracks, maybe I was too young for these nut jokes.

“These nuts,” I whispered under my breath, I’ll be damned if I let such a nutting opportunity go to waste.

“While your parents find you the gloves you desire, do you wish to have a glance at your future?” An old woman with a frighteningly ghastly stench that violently penetrated my nose offered. Her odor was so putrid and foul that I could see it.

“I have a question about the future. Do you see yourself taking a shower ever?” I asked, pulling a biohazard mask from my backpack, why did I have a biohazard mask? I saw one on the way here, and I bought it, I am man, we buy stupid shit, and we love it.

“Rude, but fair,” The old lady cackled, disappearing into the halls.

“Sorry about her…” one of the store associates sighed, “she’s just a crazy lady that lost her magic, and now… roams the halls of this store.”

“We got you the cauldron baby!” Eve happily announced with the cauldron at hands, “It was the last one! I tackled someone for it! It’s like black Friday all over again!” she giggled.

“Ok, now we need the gloves,” I reminded her.

“I have them!” Adam shouted.

Now all I needed was the books, the telescope, and my wand, and I would be ready to attend Hogwarts so that I can slap Draco Malfoy like a pimp slapping an ungrateful hooker, “Oh… that will be fun.”

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It took us one extra hour to get the rest of the stuff I needed, except for one little thing, my wand. Which is why currently we were at Ollivanders the wand shop one of the store clerks back at the first store recommended.

“Well let’s see what wand will it fit you lad,” Mr. Ollivander grinned, handing me a wand, “Blackthorn wood with unicorn core, seven inches try it.” I did, and nothing happened. “Huh, how about Beechwood with a dragon core, eight inches?” Once again he gave me another wand and nothing.

“I haven’t felt this rejected since prom night,” I chuckled.

“But… you haven’t gone to prom…” Eve muttered.

“I like to imagine things,” Imagination the out-of-jail card for kids.

“Nothing… hmmm, then how about Laurelwood with Phoenix core?” Once again the store owner gave me a new wand, and surprise, nothing. Rejected by a magical piece of wood, how low I have fallen. “Huh tricky customer, eh? Well, fear not, I shall find you a wand!” and so he started to give me wand after wand, which did wonders to my self-esteem after fifty rejects, until… one, worked.

And it worked by blowing a hole on one of the walls in the store, “This one works…” I muttered, looking at the wand.

“Elder wood, with Phoenix core…. Just like the old man,” Mr. Ollivander chuckled, “Well… I did my job alright.” With that said and done, I proceeded to pay for the wand with the magical money my parents still had from my biological family.

“Ok, I am officially broke, magically speaking.” Adam informed me, “We need to go to the bank, your father has a fortune there.” Sirius Black, my father… I wonder how that will play out, wait does that make me a cousin of Harry?

“Sure lead the way,” I nodded.

“Oohhh, I haven’t seen a gremlin… or goblin, or whatever they are in a while,” Eve giggled, since when was she this childish. Meh, who cares.

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I was loaded, freaking loaded. I kid you not, I had more money than Scrooge McDuck, and he was a cartoon character. The Black Vault was filled to the brim, it was nasty, in a good one, also… don’t give into solid gold, it… it hurts, anywho, after seeing how loaded I was, I got some money out and returned with my parents to a muggle friendly hotel near the bank, our intention to wait there until the next train to Hogwarts came.

“According to your acceptance letter, classes start the first of September,” The letter didn’t have that, did it?

“So in three days…” Three days to experience what I read as a child.

“You also have a ticket attached to the envelope,” Adam added, handing me the train ticket. Platform nine and three quarters, wizards do have a fun sense of humor.

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Three days later and one extra owl, I bought an owl. I woke up early in the morning, and with my parents… huh, it’s getting easier to call them that, anywho, and with my parents reach King’s Cross at half-past ten. Once there, I walked to platform nine and tried to see if I could find the place where I had to go. I knew it was through a wall or a pillar, my memory wasn’t exactly the best.

“Huh muggles, always full of muggles this place,” And that’s my cue to eavesdrop. Fuck eavesdropping, will go full old lady of the block on them.

With a smile, I swung around. The one that had spoken was a plump woman who was talking to four boys, her hair was red like a.. Oh shit, that’s Ron’s mom.

Now the question was, do I simply see where they go, or… do I introduce myself and ask for directions, hmmm option A it is, considering dear daddy is in jail, I don’t want parents telling their kids not to hang out with me because I am a bad influence or something, which I was… but not in a harmful way, I was what my first mom said an acquired taste. “Well let’s see where they go Owlberto the Second,”

“Now, what’s the platform number kids?” Molly Weasly asked, in a tone only a mother could possibly make.

“Nine and three-quarters!” piped a small girl, which I assumed was Ginny. “Mom… can I go?”

“No, you are not old enough Ginny,” Bingo, “Alright, Percy, you go first.”

The oldest of the boys marched toward platforms nine and ten, this was the moment of truth, the moment I would learn how to freaking get to Hogwarts, but just as the boy reached the dividing barrier between the two platforms, a large crowd of tourist came swarming in front of him blocking my view of him entirely, “These motherfu--”

“Arthur language,” Adam reminded me.

“Sorry dad,” I was not sorry.

“Fred, you next,” Molly Weasly said.

And once afuckingain the tourist blocked my view, “I’m about to burn this place down…” I muttered under my breath, I guess I had no other choice but to ask the woman.

“Excuse me,” I said, bowing like an English gentleman.

“First time at Hogwarts huh? Ron’s new, too.” How the fuck did she come to that conclusion so fast? I mean I just said… wait a minute, something ain’t right… all of this, I have a strange feeling of Dejavu… oh no, Harry lived all of this, where the fuck is Harry.

Focus Arthus, perhaps he’s already on the platform, “Yes I am, so I was wondering if you could help me out?”

“Sure,” Molly smiled, “All you have to do is walk straight at the barrier between platforms nine and ten. Don’t stop and don’t be scared.”

I looked at the barrier and hummed, I didn’t remember that but what kind of monster would tell a kid to run against a wall, “Ok,” grabbing my stuff, I hugged my parents and ran towards the wall, shouting within myself, I BELIEVE, I BELIEVE!

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I didn’t smash myself against the magical wall, at least not with the first one, I ran so fast that I failed to foresee another wall after the first wall, at least I didn’t break anything, so that’s a plus. Taking a deep breath, I studied my surroundings, “Hogwarts Express,” I muttered in disbelief, until now… I half expected this to be a dream, but it was my reality.

Now the question was, where was Harry the one destined to save this reality from the English version of Orochimaru.. Or is Orochimaru the Japanese version of Volkswagen, huh… will save that question for later.