just as a courtesy... obliviated, not obliterated. I'll TRY to stop, now. No promises

Still in the first paragraph, and you've used 'colleges' instead of 'colleagues', twice. This story SEEMS interesting, and I had hoped to bang it out while waiting for a few long running Favs to update. If these types of errors are frequent I'll be moving on to something else.

#intolerent of illiteracy, #Grammar Nazi

starred? (stared)

will figure something out? (we'll )

cousin's

stood kept? wtf IS that?

convince store? (conVENIENCE)

so... yeah, bad.

Most fics I would have quit by now. But I got a thing for gangsta' sh**. Sopranos, Godfather, Punisher, anything with guns, fights, or hot b**ches. I used to bounce at a few nightclubs and strip clubs. it kind of gets 'in' you after a while. I'm gonna' keep reading for now.

If only he could control the mind shield.. Like when dumbledore call him "my boy", Harry suddenly frozed, paled, lips trembling and shivering. Then he scream hysterically and throw everything at the old man. Trying to calm him down, Filius bind him and shoot a calming charm.
Then he ask what's wrong and Harry reveal about how his old school headmaster love to call students "My boy" and actually rape them in anal, or sucking their wee wee. And after a few dozen with everyone in school know this open secret, one of the teacher embrace himself and go report it to police. The group was shock! And dumbledore and Snape check using legimens, only to see a fat, balding, disgusting drooling, crook teeth old man making Harry and his classmate stand on the side while letting them saw how he sucks dudley fat balls while he crying. While another boy sucking the headmaster balls.

I believe, one of them would vomit directly while another will feel arouse, and we all know who will vomit and who will arouse..

Doesn't Harry have Voldemort's memories? Doesn't he have memories of him making the Horcruxes?

Intriguing and (well enough written in my opinion) a very good story. I like it, I like it a lot! It seems to be meshing the realities quite well, and I can hardly wait (but I will) to see where it all goes. I do know this, when someone who is not the creator of a character, writes about them, it is to have them do something that the creator doesn't want to or didn't think of. I know that I always think of my favorite characters doing things, I have never read of in books or seen them doing in movies. I think it is fantastic that others (here in "FanFiction") are actually writing their stories of what they want them to do in a "What If" world. For those who complain that the characters would not do this or that, forget them. You need to write this first for yourself, and then for the rest of us who do enjoy your take on what just might, could, should, would and probability (if a frog had wings, his ass wouldn't bump the ground nearly so often) can happen. I do know this as well, I am enjoying it and will follow it as long as you will write it. Also, do NOT feel pushed to post, sometimes the words and thoughts just flow and sometimes you have to cogitate for a bit. Just learn to let them grow at their own pace and those of us who appreciate them will be here to read them when they are posted.

Thank you so much for sharing.

A very interesting start to what promises to be a really good story. I have read quite a number of "FanFiction" stories, and many have been good. It looks like it will likely take a few chapters to get all your main characters and store line fleshed out, but with the hints provided I like where I see this going.

Thanks for sharing!

Anytime those in charge determine that those under their authority actually knowing their own rights is an inconvenience, there’s something seriously wrong!

I love this fic! I want moaaaarrr

Loving this

This makes no sence! How can Narcissa go to Grimmould Place if Harry put it under Fidelius? He wouldn‘t let Narcissa know the adress, that would be a very big security risk.

I look forward to the next chapters. Thank you for your work.

I remember riding in my uncles sidecar when I was a kid. And my uncle had Helmets with built-in headphones with microphones that allowed us to talk to each other. One time something happened so my 7ncle loaded me along with my dad in the sidecar to take to to see a doctor for help. I was out of it so I don't remember much. but they felt it was the fastest way to get me to help sine his bike could race between traffic. But I vagely remember then saying the police noticed something was up came up to the side and saw me in my dad's arms and that Ii was in tro7ble and need help and radioed ahead and had his sirens blaring to clear the way leading my uncle. They even tune the radio frequency so they could talk and my day could tell them how I was doing and if things were getting worse. Because my life was on the line and at that time the rest of the family was looking after my brother while they were rushing to get me help. They even had to do something similar with my brother was hurt really badly. Heck even my brother has a scar above one of his eyes but it has faded quite a bit over the years you have to know where to look to see the line.

The real-world name of the Tribe that took in the Roanoke colony was the Lumbee for which I am one of their descendants. That Tribe that is. And on my mother's side. But their two other tribe in the family as well.

I am really liking this story and it shows how much thought you have put into this. Please continue

Looking forward to more.