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Summary: Harry Potter, a seasoned Auror, awoke in his 18-year-old body in a different reality, his parents and loved ones are alive, but they all hate him because they think he's cursed; he could unleash a vengeance against everyone or build a harem, only time will tell...

All characters are adults

Pairing: Harry/Harem.

Chapter #1: New reality, same fate.

Harry felt a strange sensation, it was like he was possessed and then, he opened his eyes, he was in a room he didn’t recognize, but then, when he looked around, he realized that it was a muggle room and his eyes widened, he didn’t want to believe he was back in this place and then, when he turned on the lights, he became even more shocked, he was back with the Dursleys.

“This doesn’t make any damn sense. I was just fighting a dark wizard in an old manor and then—” He couldn’t help but facepalm.

He finally realized what happened. After killing that dark wizard in that strange manor, the blood of that wizard activated a ritual.

“Fuck… Was it a time-traveling ritual?” Harry asked himself.

Judging by his current state, it seems like he was in a shit situation, he was about to turn eighteen, and he was going to attend his seventh year of education at Hogwarts.

“Shit… I was already in my thirties… Man, I feel bad for that pizza I was going to eat tonight,” he said, annoyed.

Harry didn’t know how to feel about that. The only things that had him anchored to his previous life were simple things like some slices of pizza, a TV show, or the video games he was planning to play that day.

About his friends, well, they distanced themselves from him because he was too obsessed with his job; he had no time to visit them. These days, he rarely visits the Weasleys and even Teddy, he knows he sucks when it comes to human relationships, but to be fair, the Dursleys weren't great role models. At first, his friends decided to give him time, but they gave up after trying for so long.

Maybe he was insane, or maybe it was because of the scars of the war, but the need to fight never stopped. He continued training and studying, and as a consequence, he became an excellent wizard, but at the same time, he became a lonely one; he chose a path that could only be walked alone.

“I guess I became too strong for my own good, I got overconfident, I never counted on anyone having a ritual like that ready to ambush me,” he couldn’t help but sigh.

Then the memories started to come back; it seems like in this reality, his parents were alive, and he had a brother who was considered the hero of the wizarding world.

“Wait a minute, if my parents are alive then… Why am I with the Dursleys?!” He questioned himself.

He wanted to believe that they were visiting them, but the memories came back again. He was dropped here when he was a baby after his brother defeated Voldemort, or so the story says, because his brother was the one who remained awake after the dark lord’s attack, and because he fainted, they didn’t think of him as being strong. In this reality, Wormtail was smarter as they attacked when he and his older twin brother were alone.

However, if fainting was his crime, his mother would’ve never abandoned him; he couldn’t help but remember a memory of the day when he was dropped. Everyone was looking at him with hatred because of the scar that was on his forehead; it seemed like they believed he was cursed.

Also, they kept that secret for themselves. Turns out that all the people he loved back in his original universe were part of the conspiracy to send him here, and also, disown him as a Potter. Turns out that his parents give the Dursleys a monthly allowance to pay for their service as they don't know they're keeping a cursed being with them, the only condition to get that juicy allowance was for the Dursleys to give him their last name.

“Well, it seems like the Harry Potter of this universe had no idea he was a Potter, and also, apparently, he was very weak for some reason.” Harry suddenly moved his fingers in strange patterns.

That caused his wand to land on his hands, and he couldn’t help but smirk.

“Well, it seems like my wandless magical abilities are still the same from that universe,” he muttered to himself. “I wonder what happened to the Harry of this universe…” He added.

It seems like his mind was listening to everything he said because he soon saw the Harry of this universe doing a ritual, and then he collapsed after that. He woke up with the memories of the other universe.

“Fuck… He probably took over my life in my original world!” Harry complained. “I want to be replaced with a force that could bring the end of the world…” Harry remembered the original Harry of this universe said with a bitter tone before the ritual started.

Well, considering how awful his life has been, it makes sense that he wanted to do that, but now that a more ruthless version of Harry was here, the end of the world looked near; everything depends on what he wants to do in this world.

“The end of the world sounds very boring,” Harry told himself as he stared at his figure in a mirror.

He was showing off his muscles, well, at least, he kept his form from his original universe; he was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t hear the heavy footsteps until the door was violently opened.

“Shut up!” It was Vernon.

Harry looked at the man with an annoyed tone.

“And if I don’t?” Harry questioned with a smirk.

Vernon was taken aback by his attitude. In different circumstances, Harry would’ve already begged for pardon; right now, he was swinging his wand from side to side.

“Oh, hocus pocus… Kill this pork-opus!” Harry said as he pointed his wand at his uncle.

The man was scared at shit, but nothing happened, and soon, Harry started to laugh.

“Ah… Muggles are so fun,” he toyed with his uncle while holding his wand again.

Vernon gulped.

“Y-you cannot use this here… You’re going to get expelled from your school of freaks!” Vernon was trembling.

“I don’t need this…” Harry put his wand aside, and with the movement of his fingers, he transfigured his pillow into a knife.

Then, using wandless magic, he threw the knife at his uncle as if he were playing darts, but with enough direction for the thing to intentionally miss his uncle's neck. Vernon gulped, but then he started to laugh.

“They’re coming after you, boy… Your parents, I always knew they abandoned you here because there was something wrong with you, and it seems like you finally showed your wickedness!” Vernon said triumphantly.

Harry didn’t say anything; he remained in his place as if he were waiting for something.

“Well, it seems like you were wrong. If I were really in trouble, the Aurors would’ve already arrived,” the emerald-eyed wizard declared.

Then he pointed his wand straight at Vernon's face.

“Stop!” A voice interrupted them.

Both of them looked at the source; it was Petunia and Dudley. Harry remained silent, and then an idea came to him.

“The money,” he said with a serious tone.

“What?” The three of them asked.

“The money my parents have been giving you every month… I need it right now, I’m getting out of here, and I need money to start my new life,” he declared with a cold tone.

Both Vernon and Petunia gasped. That was something he wasn’t supposed to know.

“What the—” Vernon tried to make Harry explain how he got that information, but the dark-haired wizard didn’t have the patience to keep going with this bullshit.

“I read your mind… It was so easy that it was ridiculous. Now, stop wasting my time and give me my money!” Harry demanded angrily.

They’d been stealing from him, even if his parents hated him; it seems like they still wanted to take care of him in some way, maybe it was the guilt? Maybe it was for him to grow up like a good person who won’t seek vengeance for what the world has done to him? Regardless of their reasons, he needed that money now.

“I’m not going to repeat myself… I want the money!” He was starting to lose his patience.

“We don’t have it!” Petunia declared.

Harry remained silent for a while and then sighed.

“So that’s how you paid for all those trips around Europe and America during the winter breaks while I was at Hogwarts… All of you suck!” Harry declared with disgust.

Then he spat on the floor.

“I guess I have no choice but to kill you, make everyone forget your existence, and then sell your house,” Harry said with a calm tone.

That made the rest of the occupants shiver. His tone was cold; they knew he wasn’t playing. He had no reason to have mercy on them.

“Wait, please, don’t kill us… I’ll give you the money that we’ve been saving for the next vacation!” Vernon begged.

Harry remained silent, the audacity of this man to say that they were saving when that probably was his money, but he needed the cash, so he nodded, and soon, they handed him a stack.

“That’s two thousand pounds… You can count them if you want to,” Petunia said with a nervous tone.

Harry took a quick look, twenty bills, one hundred each, so, he nodded and then got ready to leave, however, he looked back at them and with a flick of his fingers he modified their memories, now it looked like they were peacefully parting ways, Harry was already an adult so, it was time for him to search for his own destiny.

With a flick of his fingers, he packed everything he needed: his books, a few clothes, and that was it. He then looked back at them.

“Thank you for everything, Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon… Dudley,” Harry mocked them, knowing they didn’t remember a thing.

Then he left, carrying his bag and with a smirk on his face.