To Define Infinity (Marauders OC/Very Powerful)

[MiyazakiFan18]

I wrote A Flight Into Games a few years ago, it was a Gamer OC into the Marauders Era. I made a few mistakes such as having the MC be rather immature for being mentally 26+ and with his power scaling speeding up and up eventually I lost control of the pacing and the entire story crashed. Here is my attempt to right those wrongs and fix the mistakes I made.

 

[MiyazakiFan18]

Chapter One: Heir to Pelham Manor

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I always wanted to be a wizard, proud of it, from the moment I realized what magic was.

I was born Robert Julius Pelham to Lord Julius Pelham and Lady Marriane Pelham, on June 10th 1960. As soon as I learned to read and write, I was given the chance to have private tutors in almost every branch of magic about the History of Magic, Charms, Defense against the Dark Arts, and even a bit of Care of Magical Creatures.

Our family was shut off from most, despite the amount of wealth and fame as broom-makers we made over the centuries. Over three hundred years ago, the Muggles' Thirty Years War caused uproar in Austria, and its devastation was so severe that even wizards began to leave, prompting our founders to emigrate to England. We did not get involved with wizarding politics at all, and we did not seek any attention of any sort outside of selling top notch brooms.

We didn't use house elves, a few generations back a house elf provided the wrong wood to us which ruined a line of brooms, and we never trusted house elves again.

My parents, despite providing me with whatever I needed, didn't appear to speak to me that often, most of the time not at all really. Mother was always busy working in the Department of Magical Ethics, writing laws on spell use at the Ministry, and Father rarely spoke to me, typically in his study working on brooms or important crafts for the family business.

This let me do what I loved most, read on magic as much as I could. By age nine I had completed every important book in the family library. I was caught reading the books from mother and father's room, and punished by being told to never read in the house again except from the library.

Which bothered me, there was nothing else left to read. The few new books my parents bought me were tepid, more of the same, or just on subject matter irrelevant to my desire to perfect my magical knowledge as much as I could.

I accepted this as time went on, feeling as if my parents barely knew me or cared. But my passion for magic kept me feeling alive. Knowing that for as long as could be remembered those who had the ability to could shape the world around them almost as much as they desired.

Around my tenth birthday, something very strange happened. It was dusk, and I was just walking in the grass through the gardens by our home. I heard a voice, a small one but respectful and kind.

I looked around, knelt and turned. A snake, a garter snake was speaking to me!

"Boy, do you want to hear a secret?"

I had heard that snakes were supposedly evil according to many wizarding scholars, Herpo the Foul being associated strongly with snakes and he terrorized Ancient Greece. Still, I determined that I should figure out if it was lying first.

"Go on." I said.

It told me of the nearby village of Langtoft, of how muggles drove around in strange metal vehicles called cars. Horseless carriages that were sometimes very fast.

This fascinated me, how could anyone do this without enchantments?

"Thank you." I nodded.

The snake gave a bow of its head and slithered away into the night.

This continued, and I heard from snakes all over England how muggles had built large towns with buildings that touched the sky populated by millions, had flying metal vehicles that could travel fast and far enough to span the globe, and could animate people through pictures. All without the need for magic.

Wizards had abilities far beyond any single muggle, they could Apparate, cast spells of a massive variety, and lived far longer. And yet, they were far smaller in population by a vast margin, had nowhere near as many significant towns or structures, and according to the snakes I spoke to, the technology of the mundane world was still evolving.

One night I asked one of them. "Why are you telling me this?"

"We are drawn to you, we want to tell you what we see and hear. You must seek great knowledge right?"

I did. From that day forth, I learned to never dismiss muggle culture, history, technology, or science. We had magic, but whatever muggles had, that was something else.

…

Another year of tutoring passed before a letter arrived via owl post, a barn owl delivered a sealed letter through our window. This was unlike most letters I've seen, the stamp red with an emblem I'd only seen in books.

Father barely gave it a glance and pocketed it.

"What was that?" I asked.

"Don't worry about it." he murmured, retreating into his study.

I was shocked for a moment. We didn't receive mail that often, much less from random owls like that one. Something told me that letter needed to be for me.

…

I waited until almost midnight for mother to come home. She was in no mood to do anything but rest.

"A letter arrived for me."

"Robert, I need-" she paused. "What?"

"It was sealed, quite a unique one too. I just want to know what it is."

She seemed to know what it was instantly. "I'll talk to your father in the morning."

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Being a Saturday, I heard my parents arguing when I woke up and went to get breakfast. Odd, because they never fought. The moment they saw me they sent me back to my room, and there I waited, hearing their voices in the background.

Soon, my mother opened the door and led me to the dinner table.

The letter was waiting for me and both of them let me open it.

It was a letter from Hogwarts, a school just north in Scotland, founded by the Four, witches and wizards so renowned their names are recognized worldwide. It had my name on it, telling me I was accepted into the school.

I put it down, blank for a moment.

Mother spoke. "The choice is yours darling. No one will fault you for staying or leaving."

"Pelhams do not go to school. You can learn everything at home and you'll help with everything I need for the family tradition. The last time a Pelham went to Hogwarts was almost three hundred years ago, we have no need to learn anything but the basics of magic for broom study."

"Our son is talented Julius. There is no reason to keep him here."

He saw no reason to argue with her. "And what do you think?"

"Wherever I go, I know I cannot master magic shuttered away here." I said.

Father scoffed. "You do not need to master magic. You just have to learn what it takes to make your own broom."

"You can't deny that he has shown above average ability in his studies so far."

He didn't deny anything. But he thought for a moment, tapping his finger against his cup of morning tea.

"Alright. I'll allow it, but I have one condition. You have to take the entrance exams for Mahoutokoro first."

Mother balked. "Japan!?"

"It's on the other side of the world, as far from the war as possible. You'll be safe there, and, they accept almost no one outside of their country. The last time someone from Europe attended Mahoutokoro was over ninety years ago."

He tilted his head a bit at me to drive the point home.

I was silent for a bit. Thinking.

Father smiled. "See? There's no shame in staying-"

"You're on." I tossed the Hogwarts letter on the table, returning to my room to study and prepare.

…

A man from the Japanese Ministry of Magic as well as an official from our government in charge of those monitoring the Trace were there to proctor the exam.

It took two hours, some questions and spells they had me do were mildly difficult but the rest were straightforward and easy. At least to me anyway, I could've been wrong on them. We thanked them for their time, and they left.

A week later, a Ministry owl delivered the results.

"That fast, eh?" Chuckling, Father walked to the window and then returned to the breakfast table. When he opened it, his expression froze, no longer laughing. Then he angrily tossed the letter to me and looked aside.

It was a letter saying I passed.

"So, where are you going?" wondered Father bitterly.

I needed to think for a bit, but I had my heart set on the school that had accepted me first. I knew Japan could be the opportunity of a lifetime but I only really did it so I could choose where to go.

"Hogwarts."

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Father was still upset with me the next week, so I wasn't that excited to go with him to Diagon Alley. Until, I saw just how beautiful and vibrant it was. Wizards of every robe I could imagine crossed, in the hustling and bustling trading heart of magical Britain.

Anything I could think of that could be sold as a magical item was on sale. Well, at least most, whatever that Knockturn Alley was, was keeping some of them out of sight.

I realized this was my first time ever seeing wizards who weren't tutors or test takers, and being away from home it was all a bit. Amazing.

Father saw how I froze and said. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine." I said honestly.

"I'll buy all your things, go to Ollivanders for a wand."

Alright, the front of the store said the Ollivander Wand Shop was older than London itself by around four hundred years. Quite a feat.

Before I left though, I saw many here in Diagon Alley turning and looking at Father. As if they knew exactly who he was but surprised to see him out and about.

I entered the wandshop seeing a man with large white frizzy hair and strange air about him. "Hello." he said kindly. "Who are you?"

"I'm Robert. I'm here for a wand."

"Very well, come a bit closer and I'll get you sorted."

I approached the front counter and he opened a box and handed me a wand. "Try this."

I held it, waving it about, and after ten seconds nothing happened. He snatched it away. "No. This one, yew and unicorn tail hair, springy."

Rough and sputtering red sparks flew from it when I tried that one.

"Not that one either. Let's see, here."

This one was a bit longer and the color of the wood far lighter than anything I tried. It failed too, because with a single wave a few nearby wand boxes began to clatter about.

"No!" Ollivander said as I handed it back.

One more wand later failed which surprised me.

He thought for a second. "Well Robert you're a tricky one. But if this next one doesn't do it for you, I don't quite know which wand will."

He went into the back of the shop in the blink of an eye and returned. I looked at it as Ollivander removed it from its box.

"Dragon heartstring, alder, solid. Nine inches."

It was almost pitch black in terms of the brownish wood of its color with a small set of etchings near the bottom as a handle. The wand was crafted in a sharp, straight line with one end narrower than the other. The moment I held it in my palm there was a rush of wind and I felt the wand warm in my palm. I knew what it meant:

It chose me.

"There you are." Ollivander said with a quick smile. "It has to be the right one. Just needed a few tries. That's eight galleons and two knuts."

I handed him the money Father gave me, and I thanked him for his business. Outside on the street I waited for Father to pick me up, and a bit later I saw a boy in a similar position as me carrying a trunk, with what I expected to be his Hogwarts supplies. He had slightly messy brown hair and wore glasses.

He walked up to me and spoke. "Going to Hogwarts?"

"I am."

"Just got all my things. All that's left is for Father to pick out a new broom for me, they were hesitant but the moment I asked twice they made sure to get it for me." his smile was a bit arrogant, he spoke slightly above a sneer.

I was a bit jealous of him. Despite all our wealth, I only asked for one thing ever in my life, to go to Hogwarts, which they denied until I had to prove I deserved to go. He merely needed to say please and instantly something was his.

"What House are you going for?"

"Doesn't really matter does it?" I raised a slight eyebrow, barely looking at him.

He was startled. "Of course it matters, what do you mean?"

"You're there to learn magic. No matter what the hat says, at the end of the day you make your own path no matter which of the Four Founders agreed with you the most."

The boy was blank for a minute. "O-Oh, right. Well I guess so."

After a moment he shook his head. "I have to be a Gryffindor, where heroes are born!"

"Heroes eh?" I tried to keep the boredom out of my voice.

"And what about you? Even if you don't want to pick a House, at least tell me what sort of wizard you wish to be."

I saw this as a harmless ask. "Alright. Someone who keeps an open and dedicated mind in all their studies. Seeking knowledge and mastery of all the arts possible over glory and power."

"Fair enough. Sounds to me you can be in Ravenclaw, but what you said can apply to a variety of people."

"Father said no house is acceptable but Ravenclaw or Slytherin."

"Slytherin?" he asked in disgust, face almost cringing. "What sort of family do you have?"

"We make racing brooms."

His face instantly brightened. "Really? Wicked! Which brooms have you all made?"

Luckily, Father approached with everything I needed when term began.

"See you in school in the fall."

I looked over at him with a tentative nod and walked off.

…

The moment I had new books to read for my first year at Hogwarts I began to read as much as I could. If this was the material I'd be tested on, I did not feel impressed, but regardless, I would have to practice it first and that would take a bit of time.

However summer quickly ended, and I was on Platform Nine and Three Quarters, all dressed up in my uniform and gear ready for school.

Mother hugged me, wanting to hear from me at least once a month. Father merely said I needed to try my best to learn anything necessary for the family tradition.

I waved goodbye to them both and boarded the train, getting the ticket I was sent punched by a man in a red uniform, matching the color of the train.

There was a pair of older blonde students arguing in the hallway between the compartments.

"Be reasonable Narcissa."

"I am! What kind of group includes the wrong sort? The ones that shouldn't be allowed in the school."

The boy argued back. "The kind that gets me the respect needed after I graduated, particularly at the Ministry."

"You won't be going. You'll tell Slughorn there's no place for you in a Slug Club of his."

He put his foot down. "I am going."

"When you do as I asked, we can talk."

"Narcissa!" he said as she walked off.

I saw a Slytherin badge stitched into his uniform as he walked past, pompously ignoring me as he walked in the other direction.

I searched for a place to sit for a while, only finding one good place.

There must've been some sort of argument going on because everyone froze as if struck by some sort of spell when I entered.

"Sorry." I admitted quietly. "I didn't know where to sit."

"It's okay, you can sit with us." said someone familiar.

It was the boy from Diagon Alley.

"Nice to see you again. James Potter." he extended a hand.

"Robert, Robert Pelham."

We shook hands and I sat down across from James.

Next to him sat a boy with very curly and jet black hair, and I sat by the window next to a pale and slightly sickly looking boy with long unwashed locks, and a girl with bright red hair.

"What were we discussing?" I asked curiously.

"Nothing." the girl said bitterly.

"We were saying how Slytherin's for gits." James gripped the edge of his seat with both hands leaning forward a bit.

I took a long sigh. "Still on about that are you? The Four Founders were just that, four. Mathematically and prestigiously equal. It's folly to assume that one is better than another. Ravenclaw is no better than Hufflepuff because the sharp witted aren't better than the loyal or fair."

Apparently I had made such a good argument that the boy sitting next to James and he were looking at each other. The other two were in thorough agreement.

"I'm Severus." I shook his hand happily.

"And I'm Lily. Pleasure." she said, from her voice it sounded genuine.

"As right as you may seem." James muttered. "If Slytherin was so equal, why did he flee the castle? Why did he abandon the very school he created?"

"He and Gryffindor were two very powerful individuals with differing ideologies. Maybe by staying Slytherin would've caused bloodshed amongst the very people he meant to teach. Slytherin is not as bad as you think it is."

"No, Slytherin is bloody awful." said the boy sitting next to James said. "Everyone in my family has been in Slytherin for centuries and I can't get along with any of them. Not my parents, aunts and uncles, grandparents, not my cousins except for Andy. Barely even get along well with my baby brother Regulus."

"Now here's a man who gets it." said James.

"I'm sorry, your name was?" I asked.

"Sirius Black." he replied quickly.

"Well Sirius, what house is this cousin of yours, Andy in?"

"Andromeda." Sirius raised his eyebrows at me a little. "Is." he paused. "Is in Slytherin."

I shrugged, not even needing to make my point.

"But look at the kind of people it attracts." James raised a hand towards Severus, Lily staring daggers at him.

"What's wrong with him exactly?" I wondered.

"Look at him, any greasier and he'd be a ball of butter." said James.

Sirius laughed deeply at this, and when he was done I spoke. "You think you're any better? Getting sorted into Gryffindor doesn't make you a hero." I referenced our conversation in Diagon Alley.

"And why's that?" he asked.

"It's the actions that make the wizard, not the House. If it wasn't why bother having any sense of self as an individual at all after being sorted?"

"You may try to sound deep, but you're really quite blind." Sirius stood up, followed by James.

"Is that so? At least he's not arrogant and a loudmouth." said Severus.

"See ya, Snivellus!" replied James as they left the compartment and found somewhere else to sit.

I quickly took their spots and turned to face them. "Glad they're gone."

"Well, we'll see them in classes, I suppose." Lily frowned.

"How did you know all that?" Severus asked.

"I love to read. Better than anything else I've found." I said. "Is it true you want to be in Slytherin?"

Severus nodded. "Yes. I hope Lily can come with me too."

"Are your parents wizards Lily?"

She shook her head.

"Hate to say it Severus but House Slytherin is so selective that Lily can never be accepted."

"Why's that?" asked Lily a bit sad.

"It's nothing against you I promise. Slytherin had a hatred for muggles so strong he demanded the school be only for wizarding families."

"Really?" asked Lily.

Severus nodded deeply. "It's true."

"It's the only thing I don't agree with regarding Slytherin. It's contradictory to say all magic should be taught, but only to certain wizards. Blood purity is a joke heralded by the oldest wizarding families to not lose power in the Ministry and abroad."

They were curious about my family too now I asked about Lily's.

"I am the first since the founding of our house to go to Hogwarts. Nearly two hundred years."

Both of them were shocked.

"What happened?" asked Lily.

I explained. "Magic is the greatest gift of mankind. Yet it has to be missing something. Muggles have helped humanity become the most numerous mammal on the planet, more advanced in complexity and technology than we could ever imagine. So what is preventing wizards from reaching their true potential?"

I shrugged, looking at them. "I think I might be the first person in my family to see that crafting brooms is a massive waste of magical talent."

Severus nodded. "Yes, I can imagine."

A witch pushing a trolley came by offering sweets and I bought as many as Lily and Severus asked for.

There was a small moment when they looked at me a bit strangely. This was made worse when they asked how my parents let me go to Hogwarts, and I replied that I had to pass the entrance exam for Mahoukotoro, the magical school in Japan to get their approval.

"Wish I was that rich." Severus said sadly.

I got the impression these two lived much more humbly than I did, but despite this moment, neither of them really seemed to care all that much and only noticed it for a second.

I looked outside the window as the two of them talked for a moment. The English countryside, green, beautiful, and lush, rolled by.

I was not one to let someone else's choice dictate where I could and what I could learn. Destiny was a foolish concept taught to the gullible, had I listened to what fate always said, I never would be on this train. I was not some pawn in the game of other wizards, be it Albus Dumbledore or this Dark Lord:

Ravenclaw. I would be the proudest Ravenclaw of all.

I wanted to be a scholar, a visionary, a wizard who sought their own path to mastering any and all magic there was. My goal? To discover the secrets behind why the split between muggle and wizard society around the year one thousand led one society on a path towards repetitive darkness, and the other the stars?

Indeed, one snake had whispered to me that the muggles had put a man on the moon just two years ago. I wasn't sure if it was true or not but it made me think.

…

When we arrived, a huge man by the name of Hagrid carried a lantern and gathered us all up. All of us were all dressed in our Hogwarts uniforms. Hagrid led us to boats, where he said.

"Four to a boat! Four to a boat!"

Lily, Severus, and I were only three and a boy with a few scars on his face, light brown hair, and a faint smile joined us. He introduced himself as Remus Lupin.

The boats crossed a large lake, and when the castle came into view, the lights were astounding, the architecture and size of the castle staggering. The illustrations in Hogwarts a History did not remotely do Hogwarts Castle justice.

Hagrid led us up a set of cobblestone stairs and through a large wooden door by the side of the castle. There, we walked and were led through a staircase.

"Not one lost Professor." Hagrid told a woman proudly.

"Thank you Hagrid." she turned to us.

The witch was wearing a green cap and robes, and just from the way she looked at us I could tell she was as strict and severe as I could possibly imagine. I didn't fear her however.

"Welcome to Hogwarts," she said, holding a scroll. "Now when we enter the Great Hall, the Sorting Ceremony will begin. There are the Houses of Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin. The Sorting Hat will help determine exactly who you are, and then make its decision on which house you'll be in. While you are here, there is a points system accounting for how you are doing in studies and school activities. Rule breaking will lose your house points, and any exemplary work will win you points. Now, follow me."

We ascended the marble steps leading towards the Great Hall, and a boy above me began tumbling down. Before he barreled right into me like a snowball, I squatted a bit and caught him by the elbows.

I lifted him up and helped dust him off. "You alright?"

"Y-Yeah."

"Peter!" James appeared with Sirius, muttering to him when they put arms around his shoulders and carried on moving to the Great Hall.

I turned and noticed two taller boys had caused this just from the quiet way they laughed and their position well above anyone on the staircase. Must've tripped him.

When we reached the great wooden doors, McGonagall was greeted by a somewhat unsettling man.

"Everything alright ma'am?"

"Yes yes, everything's fine." she waved him away.

McGonagall waited a few moments, and then we entered the Great Hall. The night was enchanted to look like the night's sky, impressing many of my fellow first years. Didn't impress me, you just had to hit the stones of the ceiling with a charm that copied specific images in a wizard's mind like a reflective painting. Same magic that kept Platform Nine and Three Quarters looking like a mere cement barrier.

What did impress me was how the candles didn't seem to have burning wax falling down their edges at all.

"Please come forward and sit upon the stool when I call your names."

She unwrapped the silk holding up her scroll and began to read out our names alphabetically.

For Hufflepuff, the only person noteworthy I saw that was Sorted was David Amerson. I had seen him in Diagon Alley buying a cat.

For Ravenclaw, Bonnibel Beverly, Isaac Davies, and Adam Carter. They seemed nice enough.

Lily's name was called next, the hat seemed to think for about a minute and then shouted out. "GRYFFINDOR!"

Severus looked devastated, but on the train from what I could see they were close enough friends already to continue being so.

The other Gryffindors who had been Sorted were Sirius, nudging us out of the way in the process, James who practically strutted to and from the Sorting Hat and the Gryffindor table. Peter Pettigrew surprisingly, and Remus Lupin. Marlene McKinnon and Mary MacDonald also seemed to be sorted into Gryffindor.

"Robert Pelham!" announced Professor McGonnagall.

There was a tiny bit of muttering in the Great Hall. I figured those who were hardcore into Quidditch would recognize the historical name of Pelham, completely new now in the halls of Hogwarts effectively.

I walked up the steps without a hint of nerves or doubt. I could already feel the Eagle silver and blue embroidery stitched into my uniform now.

I turned, faced all four Houses sitting down for the start of term and awaited for the Sorting Hat's decision. And sat down.

I barely felt a stitch of leather touch the top of my head when I heard.

"SLYTHERIN!"

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A/N: I realize this is my second attempt at rewriting A Flight Into Games (only one chapter in the past but still). I admit all the faults I took in taking down that book were mine, none to blame on the readers or reviewers. So I've taken into consideration all the feedback that was given and will be implementing it moving forward.

Robert will be a child who naturally exists within this world, but will act extremely mature for his age given his environment and expectations. I also plan on greatly expanding upon the First Wizarding World and highlighting smaller characters that were named and apparently important but never explored in the books or movies. As well as answer the question that if Voldemort was second in the whole wizarding world only to Dumbledore, basically the greatest wizard of all time, how come not a single other wizarding nation reacted on either side when Voldemort's power threatened the entire world?

Robert will also not be an SI/OC in this version rather just an original character. Removing his knowledge of the future and his Gamer power particularly, to ground the story in the characters of Harry Potter in the 1970s and later early 80s. Ultimately these decisions will keep many base story decisions from A Flight Into Games in a few areas, while managing to craft a new narrative.

Thank you all for reading and Happy Halloween!

 

[Alucard925]

Interesting, never read the previous story but you seem to have a plan based on it, so we'll have to see.

I do like the AN about exploring the First war, especially minor characters who haven't been touched on much by Rowling or others, for example, Molly Weasely had two brothers who fought with the Order, Gideon and Fabian Prewett, who I'm convinced her sons George and Fred remind her of every day.