Harry Potter: Toji Potter

The bustling streets of Diagon Alley were alive with the chatter of witches and wizards preparing for the new school year. Toji moved through the crowd with a purpose. He had spent the last four years meticulously preparing for this moment, and now, with the Hogwarts letter in hand, it was time to gather the essentials.

His first stop was Flourish and Blotts. The bookshop was crammed with Hogwarts students and their parents, each gathering the books for their year. Toji slipped in effortlessly, his posture exuding confidence as he made his way through the shelves. His sharp eyes scanned the spines, instantly recognizing the titles from his reading over the years. There was nothing here he didn't already know, but appearances had to be kept.

As he reached for one of the required textbooks, he felt someone bump into him. A girl around his age, with frizzy brown hair and wide, curious eyes, looked up, her face flushed with embarrassment.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" she stammered, adjusting the stack of books in her arms.

Toji looked her over—Hermione Granger. He remembered her from the books. A little too eager to please and overly studious, but her mind was sharp. He had a small crush on her back when he'd first read about her in his previous life. Now, face to face with her, he couldn't help but be intrigued.

"No harm done," he said smoothly, offering a charming smile. His voice was calm, deep, and it caught her off guard. "You seem to have quite the load there. Need help?"

Hermione blinked, her cheeks reddening slightly at his tone. "Uh… y-yes, thank you."

Toji took a couple of books from her arms, his movements fluid and graceful. "You're preparing for your first year at Hogwarts, I assume?"

"Yes! I've been reading all about it," Hermione replied, eyes lighting up with excitement. "I've read so much about magic, and I can't wait to start practicing."

Toji chuckled softly, his charm effortless. "That's good. You'll need a head start if you want to keep up with everything. Hogwarts can be a bit overwhelming."

Hermione's eyes widened at his words. "You've been there before?"

"No," Toji replied, his smile mysterious. "But I've studied enough to know what to expect."

Hermione's parents, who had been standing nearby, approached just then, intrigued by the conversation. Toji greeted them with the same composed confidence. "Good afternoon, Mr. and Mrs. Granger. Your daughter is very bright—she'll do well at Hogwarts."

The Grangers seemed taken aback by his polite demeanor, clearly impressed by the young boy. Toji chatted with them for a few minutes, dropping subtle hints of his knowledge about the magical world and his respect for their non-magical background. He left a lasting impression, and by the time Hermione was ready to leave, she couldn't stop glancing back at him with a mixture of admiration and curiosity.

As they parted ways, Hermione realized she had forgotten to ask his name, her heart pounding slightly at the thought. But by the time she mentioned it to her mother, Harry had already disappeared into the crowd.

Toji continued his journey through Diagon Alley, stopping by Madam Malkin's to get his robes, where he met Daphne Greengrass. Blonde, with sharp, intelligent eyes, she carried herself with the quiet grace of a pure-blood witch. Toji noticed her almost immediately, and as their eyes met, he knew she was watching him too.

"I take it you're preparing for Hogwarts?" Toji asked, his tone casual as they both waited for their measurements.

Daphne glanced at him, her expression cool. "Yes. And you?"

He smirked. "The same. First year. Though, from the way you carry yourself, I'd say you're more prepared than most."

Daphne raised an eyebrow, slightly intrigued by his comment. "You seem confident yourself."

"To survive, confidence is key," he replied smoothly, leaning slightly against the counter, his tone laced with an air of mystery that caught her attention.

They exchanged a few more words, with Toji offering small insights into the magical world and its intricacies. Daphne found herself drawn to his calm, assured demeanor—so unlike the boys her age. He spoke with an authority and maturity that belied his years. By the time they left Madam Malkin's, Daphne couldn't help but glance back, wondering who this mysterious boy really was.

Like Hermione, she hadn't asked his name.

Toji made his way to Knockturn Alley next. Diagon Alley's darker counterpart, it was filled with shady characters and forbidden artifacts, but none of that bothered him. He moved through the alley with the same confidence, his senses sharp, until he reached the small, hidden shop he had been searching for.

Inside, an old witch greeted him with a crooked smile. "Looking for something special, young wizard?"

"To make a wand," Toji said, his voice low and steady. "I'll choose the materials myself."

The witch's eyes gleamed. "Ah, not many come here for that. But very well. Follow me."

She led him into a dark room filled with strange objects—feathers, scales, bones, and more. Toji knew exactly what he was looking for. He approached the ingredients, reaching out with his magic to feel for a connection. His choices were deliberate and dangerous:

A Thunder Phoenix feather, rare and volatile, crackling with latent lightning magic.A Thestral hair, invisible to most but bound to the magic of death.Elder wood, ancient and powerful, capable of channeling immense magic.

The ritual to bind these materials into a wand was intense, forcing Toji to channel his magic into each ingredient. As he did, he felt a surge of power flow through him, the wand responding to his will. It wasn't legal, nor was it easy, but by the time the ritual was complete, he held in his hands a weapon unlike any other.

The wand hummed with power, and Toji smirked. Perfect.

Later, he made his way to Ollivander's Wand Shop. The elderly wandmaker eyed him curiously as Toji entered, the strange magical aura surrounding him unmistakable.

"I sense… great power within you, Mr. Potter," Ollivander said softly as Toji tried several wands, none of them to his liking. "Perhaps you need something… special."

Toji narrowed his eyes. "A staff."

Ollivander's eyes widened. "A staff, you say? Very few wizards ever request such a thing. It requires immense control and power to wield."

Toji's gaze was cold and unwavering. "I can handle it."

After a moment of silence, Ollivander nodded. "Very well. I shall craft it. But it will take time, and I will use only the finest materials. I have something… extraordinary in mind. Divine wood, taken from the Garden of Eden itself."

Toji's interest piqued.

"And for the cores," Ollivander continued, "something as powerful as you will require ten cores: Dragon heartstring, Phoenix feather, Unicorn hair, a Griffon's feather, Mermaid scale, Basilisk fang soaked in poison, Kelpie hair, Nymph essence, Druid's essence, and the heart of a Fairy."

Toji's smile was faint but dangerous. "Perfect."

The wandmaker promised the staff would be ready in a week, and Toji left, satisfied.

His final stop was Gringotts. After taking some more money from his vaults, he met with Griphook once again.

"I need information on Dumbledore," Toji said as they sat in a private room.

Griphook's sharp eyes gleamed. "It seems he has been… meddling with your affairs. Taking items from your vault under the guise of guardianship."

Toji's expression darkened. "I'll deal with him in time. Now, about the Lordship rings."

Griphook nodded, producing several ornate rings. Toji slid them onto his fingers, feeling a surge of power as they bonded with him. They turned invisible, as he willed them, hiding the truth from prying eyes.

Arriving home, he stumbled upon a ritual—one that would allow him to connect with the magic of nature itself, enhancing his ability to manipulate the world around him. It was risky, but the potential power was worth it.

He had already come so far. The staff and the wand would only be tools—extensions of his will. But he would go beyond that. Toji had always been about surpassing limits.

With everything in place, he returned to Potter Manor, the ritual fresh in his mind. Soon, Hogwarts would see a Harry Potter they could never have imagined.

And the world would never be the same again.