Outsider Chronicles: Black Zodiac

After being splattered by a drunk driver, the last thing I expected was to wake up a Wizard. Last thing? Hardly, the last thing I expected was to be the twin of everyone's favorite ferret Well, this is gonna be fun. OC centric, fem-Harry.

And we're back with another Outsider Chronicles story set in the HP world. Enjoy!

Chapter 1

You know, I've discovered a lot about death in the past 48 hours. I've discovered that it can really hurt, that their is life after death and that someone up their really must hate me. What am I talking about you ask? Well, lets start from the top.

I know that Death can hurt because I died. Yep, I'm a doornail. If your wondering how I died, I'm afraid that it wasn't really anything too impressive. A drunk driver hit me while I was walking home from a late night class. Of course, I didn't just go quietly, oh no, I got to experience all my bones breaking against the concrete barrier, my organs rupture and by muscles shredded. Fortunately, although it really hurt for a short time, it didn't take long for me to pass on. That brings me to the answer to the second question and how I can be telling this story.

After I lost consciousness, I regained it a few moments later. At first I thought it had just been a horrible dream, but then I opened my eyes and found that I was looking up at what looked like a giant face. It didn't really take long to figure out that the face wasn't giant, I was just really small. After that, it just took applying my geeky brain to figure out I was a baby and had just been reincarnated.

'But narrator,' I hear you say in a voice that sounds suspiciously like my own, 'if you've been reincarnated, why do you think someone hates you upstairs?'

Well my delightful readers, if you continue to listen, I will tell you. You see, although I have been reincarnated, I have not been reincarnated into the world I once called home and the family I have been reincarnated to is one I know very well from reading books and Fanfiction. Which family is it, you may ask, well, lets just say that my older (unfortunately) twin is a ferret with daddy issues, my father is a snake obsessed nutjobs loyal minion and my mother is related to a woman that makes the Joker look sane. If you need a quick translation, I'm a fucking Malfoy. This is going to be fun.

Oh. My. God, please, for the love of all things holy, please kill me now! Or better yet, kill my brother! We're barely four years old and he's already an arrogant little shit! He's been swaggering around the manor since he learnt to walk, regurgitating whatever he heard Father say to anything or anyone who will listen. I would call it youthful play, but Luceus is actually encouraging it!

Thats part of the reason why I prefer to spend time with Mother since she at least has a brain in her head. I think it helped that I seemed to take more after the Blacks than the Malfoys, having black hair and eyes, and the fact I could actually use my brain for more than whining to Father.

"Sit up!"

I jumped as a light stinging hex hit my backside and jerked upright, shooting my mother a glare, which was ignored.

"Pay attention Leo, this is important," said Mother, "You will be the Black Lord one day and you need to know all this."

Actually, I had my doubts about that. Their wasn't a chance in hell that Sirius would ever allow a Malfoy to obtain his fortune, not when Harry was still around. Not that I cared, I didn't want to be a Lord and, if I had it my way, I'd try and get Sirius out of prison. Unfortunately, I had no idea how to go about that. Aw well, maybe one day.

Also, yes, my name is Leo as in, the Lion. I have absolutely no idea why I was called that since dear ol' dad regularly makes jabs at Gryffindors.

I shook myself and refocused on the lesson before mother could tag me with another stinging hex.

"Urg, I really hate events like this," I groaned.

I was now seven years old and, as was custom in the Wizarding World, my parents had thrown a party to celebrate the first milestone in a young magicals life for Draco and I. Unfortunately, since we were a Pureblood family, that meant that most of the people here were politicians or 'imperiused' Death Eaters or both, meaning I was very, very bored and had no one to talk to. Well, their was Draco, but since he was practically lapping up all the attention he was receiving as the Malfoy heir, I was avoiding him like a plague. Sure, I was approached by more than a few suck ups, but I made a point to avoid such situations as much as possible and ending the conversation as quickly as possible where I couldn't.

"I agree with you completely," said a voice from behind me.

I turned and found myself looking at a boy my age with olive skin, black hair and sharp features.

"You're Leo Malfoy, correct?" Asked the boy, "I'm Blaise Zabini, a pleasure."

"Thats correct," I said, "Its nice to meet you Zabini. So, what can I do for you?"

"You looked as bored as I am, so I thought I'd come and join you," said Zabini.

I nodded and the two of us stood in silence, watching the party unfold around us.

It turned out that meeting Blaise was the one good thing that came out of that god awful party. Through him I was able to meet some of the other neutral families, who proved to be much smarter than both the Light and the Darks. While the light family's claimed to be for the protection of Muggles, they seemed to view them more as curiosities than people. The Neutrals actually willing to look at the Muggle World and see that they weren't still using horse and carts to get around. Thats not to say that they were entirely mundane savvy, but they were at least willing to learn.

I also gained a group of new friends so I no longer had to spend time with my idiot brother and his asskissers. My new companions were Blaise, obviously, Tracy Davis and Daphne and Astoria Greengrass. When I first met the girls, I actually had to take a double take. Why? Well, all three resembled characters I was pretty sure were fictional, even after ending up in a fictional world. What do I mean by that? Well, allow me to explain.

Daphne was already quite the looker, with an angular face that suited her stern attitude, long dark blue tinted hair and blue eyes with rather thick eyebrows. She was extremely intelligent, calculating, patient, while simultaneously unwavering and iron-fisted, even at the young age of seven. In other words, give her a school, a katana and a uniform made of life fibers and you'd have a dead ringer for Satsuki Kiryuin.

Not helping matters was the fact that Astoria had mid-length black hair, blue eyes and tended to wear a red collared shirt with a white skirt and white shoes. She was fierce, stubborn and refused point blank to give up, no matter what. Give her a red highlight in her fringe and a scissor blade and you'd have Ryuko.

Fortunately, Tracy wasn't anything like a character from Kill la Kill, thank god. Instead, she had short, blond hair with two long bangs that frame the sides of her head and golden eyes. She was a very relaxed, upbeat and cheerful person and had a complete lack of ladylike manners that often served to drive Daphne around the twist.

So to sum up, I am a 20 year old in the body of a seven year old, living in a world that I used to write fanfiction about, with friends that look and act like characters from Anime. I think I'm going to be suffering from a lot of migraines.

I don't think I've ever been more glad for a birthday to come than this lifes 11th. Oh don't get me wrong, growing up in a Wizarding household was extremely interesting, but it also meant that I had to spend time with Draco, who was getting worse. While him mimicking father was tolerable when we were younger, we were now at an age where you'd think he'd be able to think for himself. But, as I had expected, he was still spewing Pureblood bullshit philosophy and even had the nerve to accuse me of being a 'blood traitor' because I enjoyed spending time in the local Muggle town. That had been a fun argument as I completely demolished every argument he made with precision. These days he settled for snide comments and being a prick.

Fortunately, the arrival of our Hogwarts letters and subsequent shopping trip meant that I could get away from the little turd for a few hours and I jumped at the chance, suggesting that we should split up to get the trip done quicker. Of course, the first stop was to Gringotts to collect money for the trip. As father spoke to the Goblin teller, I couldn't help but notice that many of the Goblins kept shooting me odd looks.

After retrieving the money we needed, and being suitably creeped the hell out by all the Goblins staring at me, we headed to our first stop, Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. Naturally, Draco insisted on going first and, since Madam Malkins assistant was busy with another first year, I was made to wait while Father and Mother went of to collect our books and other supplies, trusting us to meet them at Ollivanders once we were done. Fortunately, the assistant was done with her customer soon after we arrived, so I wasn't waiting long. While I was being fitted, Madam Malkin finished with Draco and, with his usual brand of dickishness, he immediately left me, not that I really cared overmuch.

It did get me thinking though. While my memory of my previous life had faded somewhat, I did still remember most of the importent events of the books, including that Harry met Draco for the first time here. Made me wonder where Harry was.

As I thought that, the door opened and a small girl walked in, looking around with nervous, green eyed. That, combined with her jet black hair that was worn in twin tails, set of warning bells in my head.

"Hogwarts dear?" Asked Malkin.

The girl nodded and was directed to the fitting station next to me where Malkin began to pin the long robe to length. I eyed the girl I suspected to be the Potter of this world for a moment, before deciding to break the ice.

"Hello."

The girl jumped slightly and looked at me wearily from under her bangs, setting off a few more warning bells.

"I'm Leo Malfoy," I said, "Are you starting at Hogwarts this year to?"

The girl nodded minutely, but didn't say anything. Oh dear, this didn't look good.

"Well then, I hope that we can be friends," I said with a grin.

The girl looked surprised, before she gave a hesitant nod and a tiny smile.

"Alright luv, thats you done," said the assistant as she stood up and took the pinned robes off me.

I hopped down from the stool and moved to the counter to retrieve my purchases. As I passed her, the girl stopped me with a tug on my sleeve.

"Holly," was all she said.

Her voice was quiet and held a musical quality to it.

"Thats a pretty name," I said, smiling at her, "It suits you."

Holly blushed and ducked her head.

"I'll see you at school Holly," I said, waving over my shoulder as I left.

As soon as I was out of the shop, my smile slipped from my face to be replaced with a scowl. While I was far from qualified, anyone with eyes could see that Hollys home life was anything but pleasant, from the way she flinched slightly when Malkin touched her, to how painfully shy she was. While I wasn't 100% sure that she was the Potter yet, that didn't matter. No matter what, I'd make sure I did everything I could to get Holly somewhere safe and out of her shell. I took a breath and headed in the direction of Ollivanders, brushing past the familiar form of Hagrid as I went. I paused and watched as he stopped outside of Madam Malkins with two icecreams and was soon joined by Holly, who looked even tinier next to the massive half giant. Yep, she was the Potter allright. Time to step up my interference. But first, Wands and pets.

My first stop was Ollivanders, where I met Mother and was informed that Father and Draco had already bought Draco's wand and were now looking at Brooms. From the look in her eyes, I could tell that Mother shared my sentiments over our inconsiderate family members.

We entered the wand shop, which was absolutely tiny, although that may have been the effect of the looming shelves stuffed with wand boxes. Mother took a seat on the spindly seat in the room as I stepped up to the counter, peering around for the Wandmaker.

"Good afternoon," said a misty voice right in my ear.

I jumped and instinctively lashed out with my fist, only for it to be caught in an impressively strong grip.

"Most impressive Mr Malfoy," said Ollivander, "Its not often a pure blood reacts so quickly."

"Yeah, I'm not what you'd call normal," I said as my heartbeat slowed back to normal.

"Indeed…" murmured Ollivander, eyeing me through his big, misty eyes, before turning his attention to Mother.

"Yes yes, we know the drill," said Mother, cutting the old wandmaker off before he could list of her wands components, "Could we please get this over with? We are in a bit of a hurry."

"Of course madam," said Ollivander, not looking offended, ""Well, now Mr. Malfoy, Let me see."

He pulled a long tape measure with silver markings out of his pocket.

"Which is your wand arm?"

"I'm ambidextrous, but my right hand is dominant," I said, holding out the indicated arm.

"Ah, I see," mused Ollivander as he stepped forwards and began to measure me from shoulder to finger, then wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor, knee to armpit and round my head. "Every Ollivander wand has a core of a powerful magical substance," he said, "We use unicorn hairs, phoenix tail feathers, and the heartstrings of dragons. No two Ollivander wands are the same, just as no two unicorns, dragons, or phoenixes are quite the same. And of course, you will never get such good results with another wizard's wand."

I noticed that the , which was measuring between his nostrils, was doing this on its own. Mr. Ollivander was flitting around the shelves, taking down boxes.

"That will do," he said, and the tape measure crumpled into a heap on the floor. "Right then, Mr. Malfoy, try this one. Beechwood and dragon heartstring. Nine inches. Nice and flexible. Just take it and give it a wave."

I took the wand and gave it a wave.

CRACK!

I blinked and looked at the piece of wood to see that it was now split straight down the middle.

"Oh my, that is most unusual," said Ollivander, taking the broken wand from me and examining the split.

"What happened?" I asked.

"I'm afraid that your magic is far too dense to use with a Wand, Mr Malfoy," said Ollivander.

I blinked.

"To dense?"

"Yes, its rare, but you occasionally find Magicals who possess an unusually dense magical core," said Ollivander as he returned the damaged wand to its box and waved his own, sending the boxes flying back to their places, "In such cases, the individual finds themselves unable to use a wand without damaging them."

"What does that mean for my son?" Asked mother, standing up, "Will he still be able to attend school?"

"Of course," said Ollivander, "In such cases, the individual simply needs a different type of focus. One moment."

He vanished into the back of his shop.

"Suddenly I'm very glad that Draco decided to go off on his own," I said, "Can you imagine what he'd say if he was here?"

Mother scowled and nodded.

"Unfortunately yes," she said, "Honestly, where did I go wrong with that boy? He's about as Slytherin as a Weasley!"

I decided not to mention that it was probably all fathers doing as he spoiled Draco rotten. Fortunately, at that moment, Ollivander reappeared, carrying a box, which he set on the counter and opened to reveal a number of different coloured gems.

"These are Focus Gems," said Ollivander, "They are ancient and powerful artifacts that were fairly common centuries ago. They can only be used by people whos magic is especially dense, which, as I mentioned, has become increasingly rare in recent years. The last person who was able to use one was Aberforth Dumbledore."

"How do they work?" Asked Mother, looking at the gems with interest.

"I believe that a demonstration would be better than an explanation," said Ollivander with a mysterious smile, "Mr Malfoy, would you pass your hand over the gems?"

I did as I was told and one of the gems shook slightly as my hand passed over it, before leaping into my hand where it began to glow brightly.

"LOGGING ON, ZODIAC LANCE."

I would have blinked that that if I didn't have my eyes closed from the sheer brightness of the light. I could feel something forming in my hand and, when the light faded and I could see, I was somehow unsurprised to see that it was a white and gold mechanical looking staff. The staff was just a little bit taller than me and looked like it was able to extend and shrink and was tipped with a gold spike at the foot and topped with a golden crescent moon shape with the white gem in the middle. The crescent was marked with the symbols of the 12 Zodiac in red.

"Huh, thats interesting," I said, examining the staff, "Bit unwieldy though."

"FORM CHANGE, SEALED."

The staff glowed and shrank down, morphing into a wand made of the same metal as the staff with a much smaller crescent and gem attached to the grip.

"Thats better."

"As you can probably tell, Focus Gems are partially sentent," said Ollivander, not looking at all surprised, "While it cannot be called truly alive, it is capable of acting on its own."

"Isn't that dangerous?" Asked mother.

"Not at all," said Ollivander, "They are fiercely loyal to the one they are bound to and will never disobey them. Here, this should answer any questions you have about the Gem."

He handed me a leather bound book, before shooing us out of the shop, waving payment as, in his words, 'the Gem was mine by right'. I decided I didn't really want to know what he meant by that.

Our next stop was the Magical Menagerie where Mother told me to pick a pet. I immediately passed up the owls and toads and went straight to the cats. Nothing against owls, but I'd always wanted a cat and toads...no, just no.

I browsed the cat isles, occasionally pausing in front of the cages, but largely just looking. I ignored the cage containing the large, orange form of a disgruntled Crookshanks, not wanting to deny Hermione her future pet, and moved onto a small enclosure that contained a number of kittens that were playing together. I crouched down next to the enclosure and watched them for a moment, before I noticed a kitten sat alone on the far side of the enclosure. Except it wasn't a kitten, well, not a cat kitten at least. It was a lion cub.

The baby lion seemed to notice my attention and looked up, meeting my eyes with its own. After a few moments of just staring at one another, the cub stood and padded over to the edge of the enclosure, stopping right in front of me. I reached out and let it sniff my hand, before it licked my palm and nuzzled me.

"Well, it looks like you've found your pet," said mother from behind me.

I picked up the cub and stood, cradling it in my arms.

"I guess so," I said.

The shopkeeper took one look at the cub in my arms and sighed.

"Well, I suppose it had to happen eventually," he said.

"What do you mean?" Asked mother.

"That little one has been here for ages," replied the shopkeeper, "Any time someone gets close to her, she scratches them. I think she was waiting for someone specific."

"What makes you say that?" I asked.

"Shes a Nemean Lion cub," said the shopkeeper, making mother stiffen, "They are well known for only bonding with one Wizard. If you can hold her without her trying to claw your face of, then you're her master. Congratulations on finding your Familiar young man."

After paying for the cub and everything I needed to care for it (Which basically amounted to exactly what I needed for a regular cat, only beefed up to resist her claws and teeth), Mother and I left the shop with Lucy the Nemean Lion cub perched happily on my shoulder.

A month later, I was stood on Platform 9 ¾, looking up at the scarlet form of the Hogwarts Express, with Lucy on my shoulder, eager to get this new adventure of to a flying start.

And thats the end of the first chapter. I am aware that I was all over the place, but I kinda wanted to get to Hogwarts as fast as possible. Before we wrap this up, a few points.

First, having dense magic does not mean that Leo has more magic than anyone else. He has exactly the same amount of magic as any other 11 year old. What it means is that his spells are more potent, however, he can't do anything that requires fine control, like healing or enchanting.

Yes, I took character designs from Anime. It could be worse though, my original plan was to base Daphne and Astoria after Elsa and Anna and Tracy after Rapunzel.

Be warned, this Harry/Holly will not be the same as in canon. While I don't intend to show it because I don't really think I can do it justice, this version of the Dursleys is really, really bad. As such, she is shy and almost completely without self worth and will latch onto the first person who offers here a kind word, in this case, Leo.

And with that, I'm signing off. Until next time!