Trust the Force Harry! By Fvdv123

Chapter 24

Disclaimer:

Mrs. J.K., Soon, I have to end our corporation… alright! I'm always hogging your story too much, I think the old man has to find a new job. Don't worry, I still do this for free.

Previous:

In another Universe, the old man woke up in a new body… he wiggled his left toe… Hmm? It worked at once? Then he moved his limbs, that went well too. He noticed he was in a bed, the room was sober but clean, with no indication of where or when he is.

He tried to enter this body's memory, when it all slammed into his head, he knew he was fucked. This is not a reward! This is slavery!

A fucking orphan! And get this, born in 1980 FFS! I am in another Harry Potter story!

24 Forcing The Force.

Crap! am I six? Seven? Hmm, I am in first grade… that doesn't say much, where can I find the date… ah I am almost seven, my birthday is… 31 July. Goody, this means I am Riddle's equal! This is getting better after all. I can just off the guy, and relax.

Hmm, what to do… first I have to help Harry. I saw paper and pencils, so I started a letter to aunt Petunia

Dear Mrs. Dursley,

Did you know our kind carry grudges? If you hope to live past this decade then start treating the boy as a boy, not as a piece of trash.

A cupboard? Are you insane? Are you even human? I will investigate the young boy's condition next week, buy some clothes, give him food instead of table scraps. When I don't see any improvement I will take him away.

Do not expect to survive it if I have to do this.

Hiding is futile, I will and can find you easily.

Best regards,

One of Harry's kind.

I know, it is not very subtle, but I have to stamp the fear of death in them or they will neglect it. I went downstairs with my letter, at the matron's office I found envelopes and stamps. It is a good thing I can handle small wandless spells, a notice me not allowed me to post the letter a few streets down.

That will reduce the abuse of the boy, I will check on him later when I have investigated my limitations.

My name, however, I think mum had a sense of humor or no humor at all. Cygnus Sirius Force. Is this a fucking hint that Sirius is my dad? Did mum suffer the same drama that Riddle's mum went through? I neuter the dog if he knew mum was pregnant and ditched her.

Now, where is this place? Red Hill? Ah just outside of London, goody. Now I have to consider my options, I went back into my room, and tested if I have an animagus form. Crap, a seven-year-old boy translates to a chick that can not fly at all. And bird chicks are ugly!

Apparating? It is risky, wait, I can measure my core, I know just the spell… the good news is, no tracking spells, my core is not bound, and I have a full set of memories from Riddle and the time inside Harry's head.

The bad news: I can not trust anyone, have no money, and nobody will take me seriously, because that is my middle name. See? Even that is a lame joke. I can't do heavy Magic, it will attract the Aurors, and the Malfoys will take care of me, just for the name.