Magic Knows No Boundaries But Those We Believe In (Harry Potter)

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I have no idea what's going on. So confused

 

[dpaul2497]

Harry was honestly flabbergasted by the brilliance of such a suggestion and took it in stride. Twenty
Harry jotted a quick acceptance before thinking on it. Right, Nymphadora was going to be there. Which meant they were missing one important person. He accepted under the condition that he be able to bring Remus along. It was time to play matchmaker.

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In a much earlier chapter Remus was with the Marchbanks girl I believe? No? (The duelist)

 

[NonsensicalRants]

In a much earlier chapter Remus was with the Marchbanks girl I believe? No? (The duelist)

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You're thinking of Sirius. Sirius Black is dating Arianna Figg, Arabella Figg's OC daughter.

 

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Chapter 48:

Poorly Kept Secrets​

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Hadrian took his seat at the head table next to his mother who smiled at him and waved.

"So, you really did get turned into a kid, huh?" She asked. "That's going to make you bossing us around at the next full moon pretty awkward."

Harry pretended to be confused because Flitwick was next to him to his right.

"Full moon?" He asked. "Why would I be bossing you around during a full moon? And who is us?"

She made an "ooooh" face, catching onto her slip up in assuming he had knowledge of his older self.

"You've been running a werewolf sanctuary." His mother explained. "My husband, his friends and I have all been volunteering. You're a real slavedriver."

No, he wasn't. That volunteer work had been absolute cake. But he couldn't say that.

The students began trickling in just then and all eyes went right to the two Potters. First to Lily, with looks of pure joy. Harry could respect this; his mother was a far more agreeable potions teacher than Severus. But he didn't appreciate the odd looks they gave him. For many these looks were happy ones like with his mother, which then turned into confusion.

Professor Sprout leaned over his mother to whisper to him.

"Is there a reason you aren't using an aging potion to hide your condition?" Pamona asked.

"Well, mostly because I assume every single staff only place or function in the castle is warded against aging potions, and it would make doing my job more difficult." Harry said.

"You assume correctly." Said Professor Flitwick.

He would know. As the charms master, odds were he put up, or at least maintained, all of the wards and charms and enchantments against underage shenanigans.

The students soon finished filing in and taking their seats, all of their eyes being on him.

Dumbledore, seeming to have noticed that nobody seemed eager to eat, stood up and made his announcement.

"Welcome back from your unexpected weeklong vacation." Dumbledore said. "Classes finally resume tomorrow morning. Many of you will be pleased to see that Professor Potter will be resuming her duties as potions mistress."

That got a lot of cheers. Harry was surprised to learn his mother was that popular and disturbed to see the male students cheering particularly loudly.

"And as you can also see, our very own Professor Morrigan has been found. Though he has been through a bit of a transformation." Dumbledore warned.

Harry, taking this as his cue, stood up.

He had gone into his own quarters to get a set of clothes belonging to older him and he was practically swimming in the dress robes. The sleeves extended all the way past his fingers. He spun a little on the spot to show off how much he'd "shrunken."

He then tapped his chest with his wand and cast a fitting charm. The clothes then shrunk around him until they fit perfectly.

"He has been de-aged to the sate of a teenager himself. Both physically and mentally. Even his memories of the last decade are gone." Dumbledore said. "We are working our hardest to return him to normal, but for now he is contractually obliged to continue his work here. Please be accommodating in the meantime until we either return him to normal or find a substitute. That will be all. Tuck in!"

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Harry was still groggy from the feast by the time of his first class the next morning.

One of the worst food hangovers of his life. But he had his first ever real job to do, and he needed to earn than pension, so here he was "teaching."

And by teaching, he'd just done an assessment test from the official teacher's handbook for divination. It was actually a month early for them to be taking it, as they were designed to be taken quarterly. Imagine his surprise when all of his sixth and seventh year class aced it.

"Wow, you guys are way ahead of schedule." Harry said. "I mean, I already read over his... my notes and study plan. I know you guys have been doing great in practical divination, but it looks like you've all taken initiative and hit the books."

A few of his students, predictably, preened at his praise. Even though he was their age, he was still a teacher.

The strange exception to the preening was Hermione. He knew she never gave up a chance to bask in the praise of a teacher, and yet she was huddled in a corner glaring at him. For the life of him he couldn't guess why.

"Well, seeing as you're all a month ahead of schedule, we could probably get away with doing study hall if we wanted to. We won't just be doing that, but I have some catching up to do myself." Harry said. "Today I will be releasing you all early."

The expected cheers answered his declaration but died down when he raised his hand.

"But I will be giving you all homework for the week." He warned.

The winging that incurred was greater, both in intensity and number, than he'd expected.

"But you promised to never give out homework!" Ron said.

"I did? That sounds horribly irresponsible, even for me. Did I give a reason for not giving homework?" He asked.

"You said homework doesn't benefit learning. And causes undue stress." Said Brown.

"And that you had this slotted time to teach us." Said Draco.

"And that our time is better spent studying things that interest us." Said Susan. "Or building friendships and romances."

Hmmm. He'd have to look into that first claim.

"Well, this will be a one-time thing then. And how interesting that some of the points you just made are pertinent to the assignment." Harry said ominously.

He then walked around his desk and presented himself to the class with his arms out. He repeated his twirl from the night before to accentuate his point.

"I have been given an opportunity most people would sell their souls to have." Harry explained. "Some have tried to do exactly that, to no avail. I have been given the opportunity to relive my youth. The sad thing is, I don't have the knowledge or wisdom to make the better choices older me probably would have fantasized about. In fact, I've already had discussions with my colleagues amounting to them being envious. They've told me what they would do if they could go back to seventeen."

They were hanging onto his every word. He really had a knack for this huh?

"So, your assignment is simple. To do what I've been doing these last few days. Imagine your future self and write an essay detailing the things they might regret." Harry instructed. "Particularly the things they might regret not doing. The things you have thought about doing but never pulled the trigger on, things that future you would love to go back in time and beat you to within an inch of your life for failing to do. I want five things."(AN-1)

The students were either nodding along or writing down instructions.

"Also, I'm writing you all priority slips for your house fireplaces. I highly recommend flooing your parents and asking them these exact questions." Harry told them. "This unexpected free period for you is a great chance to do that. Class dismissed!"

They slowly filed out. Their grumbles at turned into inquisitive looks and chattering, though most simply stared off into space, deep in thought.

One student remained. Hermione. She waited for her classmates to leave before standing studiously in front of his desk. She looked rather displeased. Arms crossed. Hip jutting. A scowl deep enough to hide those adorable buck teeth. But for the life of him he couldn't even guess at what he'd done. Had older him given her an Exceeds Expectations once instead of an Outstanding?

"Why are you pretending to be Professor Morrigan?" Hermione deadpanned.

Ah. What had given him away? Was it his shampoo? Leave it to his girlfriend to find him out on the first day.

He played stupid.

"Miss Granger, while it may make you uncomfortable to be learning under a teacher who now appears to be your age, I assure you I am Hadrian Morrigan." He told her. "And if you need proof, I would direct you to..."

He was rudely interrupted by her grabbing him by the collar. She then all but yanked him across his own desk and planted fiery kiss on his mouth. It took a lot of restraint to not return the unexpected intimacy, but he fought through the temptation and shoved her off of him, making a show of wiping his mouth.

"Are you out of your mind?!" He demanded.

She must have been expecting a warmer reaction to her attack because she actually backed away at his reprimand.

"Tofty!" Harry called out.

The little elf appeared, and Hermione jumped.

"Please tell me you saw all of that." Harry pleaded.

"Tofty did. And she knows how serious this is." The little elf said with a curtsy. "I will escort the young miss to Minniver. "

Hermione seemed to be a bit confused as to what was going on. So, Harry enlightened her.

"Any time a teacher is alone with a student there is always either a house elf, a ghost, or a portrait present to watch the interactions. Usually two or all of them." Harry explained. "For this exact scenario. I'm sure Minerva would like to handle your discipline, but I'm going to give you a week detention anyways. To be served with Professor Potter."

He gave her a pointed look at his mother's name, and her eyes widened in understanding.

"And I'll have to write an incident report. My afternoon is ruined, thank you miss Granger. You may leave with Tofty now." He said in mock anger.

He waited for the door to close behind her before slouching into his seat and groaning.

"Is there a ghost present?" He asked aloud to the room.

"Yes." Came an unexpected voice.

He glanced over to one of the curtained patios, through which one of the members of the headless hunt walked through. He couldn't place a name to the face.

"I think you handled that as well as could be expected." He said. "Shall we get started on that incident report?"

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Remus closed to door behind Hermione as she entered Lily's private office. With two faculty members there they didn't need to have a house elf, ghost or portrait present to listen in, and of course Lily had her private quarters warded against all three.

Still, it was possible to listen in, so she exploded at her apprentice for the sake of appearances.

"Where do you get off sexually assaulting a teacher?!" Lily roared at Hermione.

Hermione cowered in the seat opposite Lily in her office. But this was out of fear, not guilt. Her crossed arms and stern upper lip testified to the fact she felt zero shame or guilt for her actions. Real anger came into Liliy's voice when the girl crossed her legs and had the gal to raise her chin in defiance.

"Do you know you could be expelled for this?" Lily warned. " Or worse, gotten him sacked? Thankfully professor Morrigan is neither pressing charges nor is he doing the stupid thing in reciprocating your hormone fueled feelings?"

Hermione did actually slacken her defiant expression at the prospect of "Hadrian" losing his job. But she then smirked at the idea of "Hadrian" pressing charges, and Lily worried she might need to have a talk with her apprentice about consent within relationships, but that would be a little hypocritical of her. After all, she felt fully entitled to James, but they were married. That whole 'becoming one flesh' thing meant she owned every part of his body down to the last microbe in his stomach. Such an outlook did not apply to absconding teenaged couples.

"Okay, ward is up." Remus said.

Finally! Lily switched gears.

"Talk. How did you know Romulus was Hadrian?" She asked.

Hermione looked at Lily like she was insane.

"How could I not?" She asked rhetorically. "I could smell his shampoo and deodorant from across the great hall. He even runs his hand through his hair the same way. All of those little nervous tics of his. I only now realize they do both always have the same sense of humor though."

She then thought on it for a second.

"But Romulus wasn't pretending to be professor Morrigan before. Definitely not the same person. So why now?" She asked.

"He's not pretending. He is and always has been Hadrian Morrigan." Remus said. "The Hadrian Morrigan who has been teaching you was a time traveler. Our Romulus, from the future."

Hermione glared into space, the way she tended to do while taking apart a problem in her brain. She eventually nodded.

"That explains just about everything, yeah." She decided. "Except his appearance. Why does he look like yours and Mister Potter's lost son all of us sudden?"

"Because he is our lost son." Lily said.

Hermione looked unconvinced, recrossing her arms and legs. She turned that borderline glare on Remus, then Lily, as if she couldn't decide who to be mad at.

"Please start from the beginning." She pleaded.

Lily sat down and sighed.

"Okay. So you know that whole story of me performing an abortion on myself and completely messing it up?" Lily asked.

"The botched abortion ritual that left you barren and your monthly cycle completely screwed up?" Hermione asked rhetorically. "How could I forget?"

Screwed up didn't even begin to describe how her cycles had been these last seventeen years. For a quarter of the month she had morning sickness like she was still pregnant, another quarter she could barely stop herself from jumping James' bones, and the other half was on and off bleeding. Heavy bleeding. None of these things were continuous.

"Well, that may have been a white lie." Lily said.

"May have been?" Hermione asked.

"What I actually botched was a surrogacy ritual. With Remus' wife." Lily said.

Hermione glanced at Remus.

"I didn't know you had a wife." She said.

"Had." Remus said sadly.

Hermione glanced back at Lily.

"Okay, so. At the time both James and I were a target. And word got out that we were expecting. Remus and Mary* had suffered miscarriage just a month earlier." Lily explained. "So, we did a surrogacy ritual in secret. Transporting my baby to her womb. We still don't know what went wrong, but our best guess is Mary still had some remnants of her own son left, or because she was a werewolf, it tried to swap our wombs. It was bad."

Hermione nodded along intently.

"But... your son merged with her son then?" Hermione asked.

"More like... you know how a fetus can absorb another fetus?" Lily explained.

"What, like a vanishing twin or a chimera fetus?" Hermione asked.

"Exactly!" Lily said. "But the process was more magical than biological. Like I said, we still have no idea how it happened.

"But then how was he a werewolf?" Hermione asked. "Her being a werewolf shouldn't have been a problem. It's not passed down from mother to child without a bite, right?"

Both Lily and Remus shrugged.

"He wasn't a werewolf." Remus said. "He was like a facsimile of a werewolf. One that only partially transformed, didn't turn feral, and wasn't contagious. It's like the ritual tried to make him one but failed."

Lily watched as Hermione massaged the side of her head. Yeah, it still hurt their brains too.

"My best guess is that common side effect of the surrogacy ritual where the child inherits eye, hair or skin color from the surrogate mother tried to instead pass on her lycanism." Lily said. "And so he became a false werewolf. He isn't one anymore and never will be again."

"So, you guys finally managed to reverse the ritual?" Hermione asked, before beaming. "With the time anomaly! You didn't just reverse the rituals effect, you undid it. It never happened now?"

Lily beamed right back at her.

"That's right. Both Harry and I are back to the way we should be."

"Harry?" Hermione asked.

"That's Romulus' real name." Lily said.

"Oh god, three aliases. I'm already losing track." Hermione said, massaging her forehead again. Then her brain caught up. "Wait, you said both you and him?"

Lily smiled wanly and nodded slowly, before patting her stomach.

"James and I are already trying for a daughter." She told her apprentice.

Hermione squealed and jumped to her feet, grasping both of Lily's hand in hers.

"Oh my god! Congratulations!" She said.

"For what? We aren't pregnant yet." Lily said. "I'm older now, it takes a few tries at my age. But I'll let you know when it happens. Don't tell Harry."

"You mean Romulus?" Hermione corrected.

"Right. No! Hadrian! He's Hadrian to you for the foreseeable future. You will not blow his cover." Lily warned.

Hermione returned to her seat and this time at least pretended to look admonished.

"You will be dropping his class and avoiding any club or extracurricular activities he is part of." Lily ordered.

"I'm not taking his class, I only ever sat in. And what about the werewolf sanctuary?" She asked.

"Harry will not be running that, we will be until his older counterpart returns." Lily said.

"Riiiight. I forgot the older, wiser, hotter one was still missing. And we kind of need him." Hermione said, chewing her inner cheek.

Lily shuddered in disgust at anybody finding her son "hot", but she supposed it was a good thing for her future daughter in law to like how her son looked.

"You will also be spending detention with me for the next month, during which time you'll be catching up on my teachings." Lily continued.

Hermione danced a little jig at the prospect. It really wasn't a punished, so much as it was them pretending to punish her.

"Now get a move on and, I'll say it like I haven't said it a hundred times before, you are FORBIDDEN from pursuing any romantic or sexual relationship with my son!" Lily roared.

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(AN-1)

For all of the young people reading, let me tell you mine. This will help if you listen.

1 – I would have gotten my GED at 16, which nobody told me I could do! I could have skipped two wasted years in the fucking gulags known as public schools. That's right, you can just graduate two years early. Test out. Get your GED. Start living actual life early. Either working or going to college. Some states let you go to community college for free if you're under 18.

2 – I would have joined the job corps. It's a free trade school program for teens and young adults. Which nobody told me about either until I was too old for it(26 is the max age). Then worked in the trades putting money in the bank. Failing that would have gotten an associates degree in a trade.

3 – I would have maintained my friendships. The biggest lie told to youth is that young friendships and relations are unimportant. We demean high school romances by calling it puppy love. It's complete bullshit. Take it from me, relations of any kind get orders of magnitude harder to start and maintain with every year that passes. Treat your high school sweat heart as if you intend to marry them and die with them. Treat your friends like you intend to be at their funerals in sixty years.

4 – I would have gotten into shape much sooner. Seriously, start working out hard core as early as possible. Focus on workouts for bone density and muscle mass. Those you lose the ability to develop as much by thirty. You can always pick up cardio later.

5 – I would have focused on getting better sleep earlier. This may not sound as important as the others, but it might be the most important. Kick the caffeine, start getting good sleep. 8 hours is the average requirement. Average. Half of all people need more. Half need less. I need 10. And guess what mental disorders are indistinguishable from sleep deprivation? Yup. Depression, adhd/add, and anxiety. If you have any of these, kick caffeine, focus on getting good sleep. It might cure you like it did me.

 

[FTR2017]

Loved the chapter, and boy do the five things old me regrets that young me did not do hits in the feels!

Here are mine:

1. Not bother with university, instead going with trade school. Professional solderer, metalworker, woodworker, electrician, would have helped me way more than what I pursued due to IRL demands.
2. Focusing on sculpting, instead of pursuing being a mediocre, normal human being, lmao.
3. Learn more than just English. Russian, Japanese, French, anything but just English!
4. Not finding a way to live outside where I live--that being within my country, or moving away to another country--again due to IRL demands at the time.
5. Not knowing crafting techniques that I know now, they'd have been quite the boon in my youth, had I known them.

 

[NonsensicalRants]

Loved the chapter, and boy do the five things old me regrets that young me did not do hits in the feels!

Here are mine:

1. Not bother with university, instead going with trade school. Professional solderer, metalworker, woodworker, electrician, would have helped me way more than what I pursued due to IRL demands.
2. Focusing on sculpting, instead of pursuing being a mediocre, normal human being, lmao.
3. Learn more than just English. Russian, Japanese, French, anything but just English!
4. Not finding a way to live outside where I live--that being within my country, or moving away to another country--again due to IRL demands at the time.
5. Not knowing crafting techniques that I know now, they'd have been quite the boon in my youth, had I known them.

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Start with French and German. they're just extensions of english. All words ending in "ion" are the same in french. Say "communication" with a french accent. Congrats, you now speak 2000 french words. Here's a german phrase you can probably understand. "Hier ist mein mann." This is my husband. You already speak French and German. Go master them. That's your 2025 dude. I recommend DK Eyewitness 15-minute french and their 15 minute german. That's as far as I got.

 

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Start with French and German. they're just extensions of english. All words ending in "ion" are the same in french. Say "communication" with a french accent. Congrats, you now speak 2000 french words. Here's a german phrase you can probably understand. "Hier ist mein mann." This is my husband. You already speak French and German. Go master them. That's your 2025 dude. I recommend DK Eyewitness 15-minute french and their 15 minute german. That's as far as I got.

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Will check them out, though considering how banged-up Covid left me in the brainmeats department? Maybe that'll help out some ... .

 

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Will check them out, though considering how banged-up Covid left me in the brainmeats department? Maybe that'll help out some ... .

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Learning a language or instrument is great for that, I hear

 

[EmpressDrago]

not gonna lie I've no idea what is happening. Especially the last chapter. For me it wasnt exactly clear what happened

 

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not gonna lie I've no idea what is happening. Especially the last chapter. For me it wasnt exactly clear what happened

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Which chapter is the last chapter for you? And what has you lost. I'm going to spend 2025 editing the crap out of and creating audio versions of my stories and I REALLY want to know what doesn't work so I can fix it.

 

[NonsensicalRants]

I have no idea what's going on. So confused

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Same to you. What isn't working?

 

[Vattensnok]

Same to you. What isn't working?

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Romulus is harry whom is the same person as Hadrian but younger. All of that is confusing. Is Hadrian not the canon HP all grown up? Did he grow up with his family and not the dursleys? Why are they so sure that hadrian is an older timetraveler version of harry who is Romulus?

 

[EmpressDrago]

Romulus is harry whom is the same person as Hadrian but younger. All of that is confusing. Is Hadrian not the canon HP all grown up? Did he grow up with his family and not the dursleys? Why are they so sure that hadrian is an older timetraveler version of harry who is

Which chapter is the last chapter for you? And what has you lost. I'm going to spend 2025 editing the crap out of and creating audio versions of my stories and I REALLY want to know what doesn't work so I can fix it.

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Is harry in a new universe?
Did he and another harry swap?
In chapter 46

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Romulus is harry whom is the same person as Hadrian but younger. All of that is confusing. Is Hadrian not the canon HP all grown up? Did he grow up with his family and not the dursleys? Why are they so sure that hadrian is an older timetraveler version of harry who is Romulus?

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Two universes. Two of everyone in them. Period. Two voldemorts. Two Dumbledores. Two hermiones. etc.

There was only one person that there wasn't two of. Harry. Except there were the entire time. Romulus is and always was Harry Potter in disguise. The Harry Potter native to this universe that our main character got transported to. As for how they could tell... How could they not?

 

[NonsensicalRants]

To answer your questions in order
Yes.
No.

This universe just had two harrys the entire time.

 

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Audiobook Version:​

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