AN: Alright so this is my first fan fiction. And I just love the idea of an OP SI cause come on its kind of given that we want to make any changes we want and be cooler and stronger than we can ever be in this world. So this story is in the Harry Potter Universe but I want to do something similar in Eragon or Inheritance Cycle also. (And some other franchises as well) But this is a start. So... maybe comment and tell me if this is good. OK here we go…..

I don't own Harry Potter.

I woke up to a white ceiling and a kind of room that just screamed hospital. Not a very calming sight considering I don't know what happened to me to be here in the first place. The place looks kind of old school and under-developed considering there are no heart rate monitors or drips or light for that matter….. Are those fucking candles… Why are there floating candles and – and torches. Who uses torches in 2020. And why does my head hurt. Am I hallucinating? That might make sense.

Oh I can hear footsteps. I'll ask them what is happening.

The woman that came in was not what I expected. She had her hair in a bun and her walk was measured and assured but she wore robes... actual ancient looking robes that looked like the style that was worn in 1020 not 2020.

"I see you are up Mr. Potter" she said.

...

"I'm not -" I croaked out. My throat felt like sand more than anything.

And then she pulled out a stick and twirled it.

Something has never made so much and so less sense at the same time in my entire life.

A glass appeared out of nowhere and then a jet of water from what can only be a wand filled it.

'Mr. Potter' makes so much sense now. But how am I Harry Potter. My name is... it is ... oh these is some next level hallucinations. Or maybe I got drugged... yeah 'Cocaine is a hell of a drug' sounds right at this moment. How do I know Cocaine but not my actual name. OK calm Harry... or whatever my name was - is. OK one step at a time.

As I reach out for the glass my eyes fall to my arm. A arm which has a round scar that looks like a fang mark but nothing else. So this is after second but before end of fourth year as I am missing the knife mark from Voldemort's resurrection if this even a canonical world.

As I drink the water, I see the Healer, Poppy Pomfrey if I remember correctly wave her wand in quick motions that I assume are diagnostic charms. As I hear more footsteps, I turn to the door once more opening and the 3 people that enter remove any indication of this being a fallacy.

I am surprised how similar to their book or movie versions they appear. Fudge with the Bowler hat, Snape with the greasy hair, sneer on face and a robe trailing that just screams evil villain (though I don't know if it is like the original story and he is Light or a fan fiction version of two timing bastard... eh I'll find out either way) and Dumbledore with a long long beard, wrinkles to match, half moon spectacles and twinkling eyes (I really thought that was just an expression but they actually fucking sparkle).

Snape is telling Fudge about evil Black and troublemaker me and how brave and honorable he is to save me and Hermione (does she look like Emma Watson?) and Ron (is he a dim witted bad mannered jealous traitor who is greedy and my friend cause he gets paid and wants the Potter money... or just a dim witted bad mannered jealous friend). Of course Snape is embellishing his tale and removing parts that show his being stunned and not conscious for most of the time.

I remember Harry in the book saying something in Sirius's defense but I just can't keep my eyes open.

The next few minutes? hours? I don't know how long is spent in a kind of catatonic state where I go through the 'life flashing before my eyes' thing but without being close to death and actually learning Harry's life probably better than he ever has cause I can see some more of the before Voldemort kills my family stage. Playing with Padfoot and Moony. My toy broom and me hitting James Potter (dad?) in the gut full speed. Floating my Prongs toy from my moms hand.

Then it transitioned to the Dursleys and that entire phase. I could feel the pain of starving in that cupboard. The time Dudley pushed me down the stairs breaking my right leg. The times Vernon hit me; sometimes hard enough to break bones without anything but fists. The time I got hit with the pan with hot stew that Petunia hit me with, cracking my skull and burning a lot of my body with the boiling stew. The Harry Hunting sessions that ended with me on the ground curled in a ball trying to protect my head where I ended with broken or atleast bruised ribs till I learned to dodge or run or hide fast enough. The times I spent in the library reading anything to avoid being thrown out while I hid from Dudley, his gang, the world and all its pains.

It went onto Hagrids rescue, the Diagon Alley and all those wonders. The train ride, he sorting, the classes. Now that is where it got interesting, I actually remembered all the classes and all the knowledge from there. I felt that given a wand, I could do all those spells as if I did those and not Harry. Maybe it was muscle memory of this body. And then came the knowledge of the times I spent in the library. I don't know if the books got it wrong or Harry just did this in his free time but I spent a lot of time in the library. A lot of time. And it got only more with the cloak in my possession. Being with the Dursleys supposedly made me need a lot less sleep without broken bones and bruises to heal. So I spent around 4 - 4.5 hours asleep at night and then slept mostly in Binns class for the rest. But most of the remaining time including the massive amounts of time in Christmas breaks were spent in the library and after reading up most of the basics, it was straight to the Restricted Section under the cloak. In the last 3 years, I had read a lot of the Charms, Transfiguration, Hexes, Jinxes, Magical Theory, Curses and Counters (cause apparently the books were wrong in labelling me as stupid enough to not understand I was in danger and so I was preparing). I left a lot of the other topics like Potions, rituals, enchanting, wards and stuff like that which I was not very good at and frankly not interested in.

Harry of course hid it from his friends and teachers cause Ron got jealous of his good marks at the start (and no way am I pondering to his inferiority now that I am in this body, he can either accept it or fuck off for all I care).

And then the events of this year started showing but as if knowing that I wasn't much interested they started to accelerate until tonight's events which I verified just to be safe to be canonical.

And then I started to wake up groggy and lethargic but my mind was buzzing. I was stuck as Harry Potter for the moment in this Alternate Universe or Second Life or Hallucination but whatever this was...

I was gonna have a hell of a lot of fun with it.