Fun story! I laughed out loud (twice) at the troll in the bathroom scene. Thank you for writing

"When I found out Voldemort was hitching a ride on the back of Quirrell's head, I knew I had to do something. I mean he was hurting people, and he almost killed Hermione Granger with a troll. I had to stop him, but I couldn't just kill him."

"Why not?" Snape asked.

"We don't kill. Ever," The boy said. "Well, far too many of the older ones do, but my Mom, Tabitha, Adam and me, we don't kill. It would be too easy, and it should not be easy to kill. So much in life is easy for us; we need to have some limits, even if they are self-imposed. Mom has spent a lot of time making sure we all understand that. Voldemort told me that he wanted a body, so I gave him one. A kids' body, one he isn't fully in control of and I put limits on his magic. If he tries to curse someone, he'll be surprised."

"And through him, his followers?"

"Yeah, a lot of them got off after doing some really horrible things to people. So, they are as limited as their master. If they try to cast against something evil against someone, they'll be sorry."

Severus finally looked into the eyes of Lily's son. "I don't deserve this. Because of me, your mother is dead."

"Did you tell Voldemort to kill her? Or my birth father?"

"No, but I supplied the information that lead to their deaths."

"Do you want me to blame you Professor?" the boy asked. "I don't remember the Potters, at all. My earliest memory is when I was almost three and I was jumping on my parent's bed to wrestle with my dad. I don't blame you for anything. Other people may not share that view, but that's how I see it."

"I… see," Severus whispered.

"I was fairly stupid and let my year mates in Slytherin know my birth name, and word spread from them to the rest of the school. I may need to speak with you after the Christmas Break and about how you think I should deal with that."

-

Well, it's certainly a change.

And a step up, with Severus letting his guard down and talking to Harry, civilized.

With Peter arrested and exposed.

As always, a masterpiece.

With Tabitha bringing up the merry and humor.

"The women of the family expected Maurice to make sure you understood where you stand," Arthur continued, "and I thought he did an excellent job of explaining your place in the universe, I really did, but here you are, not fifteen minutes later, plotting away. In all honesty, you're acting just as I expected you too, because I know men like you." The man laughed again, "I enjoyed a bit of pillaging and plunder when I was younger as much as anyone... Ah to be young again, standing on the deck of my ship, the Raging Queen, hoisting the Jolly Roger on some unsuspecting Merchant..." again the laughter erupted from the man, "and leaving port the next morning before he wakes up..."

"But I'm drifting off subject aren't I?" Arthur asked rhetorically with a sigh. "Our people trend toward hedonism, you know. Most of us are born, we reach maturity, very occasionally we have a child, and then we move into a very long lifetime of the pursuit of pleasure." Again the smile stretched the man's mouth. "I must admit, I am far further into that pursuit than most. But our children, as rare as they are, are precious to us. My niece Samantha, well she's a wonderful girl. She's had two of her own, and is raising my Grand Nephew as her own, and you... you threatened and orphaned the boy when he was less than two, and now you're plotting against him again. You are plotting against him even now. Plotting against one of our children. Plotting against a member of my family..." The smile darkened and the man's eyes lit with barely restrained power. "You've manage something no one has done in most of a thousand years... You've made me angry little wizard."

"Who are you?" Voldemort repeated in a desperate attempt to understand what was happening.

"I'm the Warlock who is going to make you regret those evil thoughts you've had since my Grand Nephew so graciously gave you a second chance in life," Arthur responded.

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Real cruel of Harry.
Wow, and Harry wonders why his family thinks he's not mature and in control of his powers

Oh wise of Albus to obliviate Lucia's

I wish I could, the 'I'm too sexy' is burned into my mind.

Ahhhhhhhh!

Lol

Oh yes Harry, those kids can't time travel, make food, or a lot of stuff you can do.

He sadly can't grasp that, the naivety. Thus why he needs to grow older.

Simple facts.

But regardless.

Damn amusing!

"Alright," he said loudly. "That's enough. Just stop it."

The troll froze at the command. That was it? All she had to have done was to tell the huge creature to stop? That made no sense.

Some unintelligible noises came from the troll's huge maw. The boy between them cocked his head to one side. "I don't care who told you to do what, you're going to stop before you really hurt someone, or I'm going to stop you. I think we both know you don't want that."

The troll lowered its club and hung its head, offering the appearance of shame. More noises came from the creature.

"Hey," the boy said turning around to face her. "She says she's sorry for scaring you."

Hermione blinked. It was that yank Slytherin who had returned Neville's Remberall, and he had sat with her in a few times Potions before Snape had instituted assigned seating. Harry something.

"You can speak to trolls?" she asked rhetorically.

"Yeah," He admitted. "It's a family thing. You ok?"

"I think so," she looked around for a moment, trying very hard not to look at the troll. "What a mess."

"Yeah," the yank agreed. "Could you close your eyes for a second?"

That was an odd request, but he had just saved her life… was he going to… kiss her? "Ok," she said. Heroes did that sort of thing, her books had said that many times.

"Ok, you can open your eyes now," the boy said after one or two of the longest seconds of her life.

Hermione opened her eyes to find the room completely repaired, and the troll no longer stank like one of the filthy privies from her father's favorite camping grounds. He had her close her eyes to clean the room? Somehow, she felt somewhat… disappointed.

The troll made more noises.

"Oh, hush, you're just clean," Harry admonished the creature.

"How…" Hermione goggled as she looked about the pristine toilet. "What… It's cleaner than it was before that… troll got here!"

"Thanks," Harry said. "I'd appreciate it if you didn't tell anyone; I'm not supposed to show off. That would be bad for morale or something." He shrugged.

"Ok…" the dazed Gryffindor agreed before looking up at the troll again and then suddenly looking away.

-

Well, thatqbss a twist.

Girl Troll.

Also, Harry gave voldemrot a body to keep him put of trouble.

It won't.

And Maurice makes a appearance.

Lol the philosopher stone is a fake.

I just KNEW serene would hit on Siirus. I love it.

It was like I sensed it I. The force.

But glad Sirius got to be part of Harry's life and Remus too. Though I guess even Elder Sect can't cure lycanthropy.

-

"Where was the boy's scar?" Snape asked.

"Scar?" Samantha asked. "Why would Harry have a scar?"

"From the forensic evidence of the scene of Harry's birth mother's death, it appeared that the Dark Lord had cast a killing curse on young Harry," Dumbledore explained. "That curse was somehow reflected back. All evidence suggested that the boy should have a prominent curse scar."

Samantha smiled. "Harry doesn't have any scaring beyond the one he got when he fell out of a tree last summer, and that's on his left calf. Harry had nothing to do with the defeat of your evil wizard; he was just a toddler then."

"Then how was the Dark Lord defeated?" Snape demanded.

"Our people have a connection with members of our family. My aunt felt her grandson, James Potter die violently, and responded by going to where the last of her line was at the time. She got there too late to save James' wife, but not too late to teach the murderer what happens when you attack our family."

"But…" Dumbledore seemed confused. "There is a prophecy…"

"A prophecy?" Samantha asked. "That's not good, they can be nasty. Tell me what it says."

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Clara returned to the Headmaster's office dabbing her eyes with her handkerchief only to find Samantha exiting the office in the company of the three wand users.

"Aunt Clara," Samantha said when she spotted her aunt. "There's a prophecy that might concern Harry. We're going to need to check the Book of Prophecy to see if it actually applies to him."

Clara nodded. "We need to do it now. The Witches Council is rarely happy to see me, but I will need to be there, as Harry is of my line."

Samantha nodded and turned back to the Headmaster. "A most illuminating discussion Mr. Dumbedore. I am not convinced that Harry should come to your school, because, frankly, I don't see the point, but since it was apparently the intent of Harry's birth parents that he do so, I will leave the choice up to my son. After Harry turns eleven, I will allow you to make your case to him."

"Thank you Mrs. Stevens. I'm sure that Harry will make the right choice."

"Mr. Snape?" Clara said hesitantly. "I've been speaking with Gemmel, he tells me that your hostility toward my grandson is likely caused by the competition you had during your school days with the boy's father."

Snape said nothing, simply pushing his tangled blond locks from his eyes so that he might better glare at the woman.

"While I would question the maturity of a man who so dwells upon a childhood rivalry so fully that he would willingly transfer those feelings to an innocent, I can't help but feel that perhaps a peace offering of sorts would go a long way toward healing your damaged soul." The old woman gestured. "Good day Mr. Snape."

-

Just knock me all over either thr awesome

Also. Clara goofed. O.o

Oh lordy

Kincaid and Lewis found themselves back in their car parked at the curb in front of the Stevens home.

"What the hell just happened?" Lewis breathed.

"The blond is part of the Elder Sect, and so is the Redhead she called mother," Kincaid said as he tried to stop his hands from shaking by gripping the steering wheel firmly.

"The Elder Sect? What the hell is that?" Lewis asked, still teetering on the edge of hysteria.

"The first Magic users. Their ability to use magic is as far beyond ours as ours is beyond Muggles. They don't use wands or incantations or much of anything beyond a gesture of some kind. The Stevens woman twitched her nose, that must be her signature gesture," he swallowed, and then fished the keys from his jacket pocket and started the car. "We've got to get to Headquarters and report this.

-oooOOOooo-

"Endora, I don't believe I'm saying this," Darrin said with a smile, "but I'm so happy to see you, I could have kissed you."

"Oh really?" Endora asked, a single sculpted eyebrow rising toward her hairline. "Please Durwood, do fight the urge."

"Oh, don't worry, that particular urge passed as soon as you calmed Sam down to the point where she wasn't going to murder those FBI agents in front of me," the mortal man rose from his chair. "Someone is going to have to explain this 'Wand User' stuff to me, but for now I'm going upstairs to make sure the kids are ok. Thank you again Endora."

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Wow!
Love it and so in charactwr!

Clara as rowena, it's marvelous and mad.

I love it.

And yeah, Sam the elder sect more powerful than wand wavers, makes sense to me.

And the explanation on why magic by one witch chat he undone by another.

I wonder how long was the Too Sexy song playing for Lucius before he learned all the lyrics and started willingly singing and dancing along with it. *lol* or did he somehow already know the muggle song way before the dark mark started singing it?

Loved this Crossover, you had me LOL'ing often! Thank you!

This is great. Thank you for such an amusing tale. What a delight.

I love Harry's marks. I love Tom Leher. I love you for this great crossover. Generally I don't like crossovers.

I love this story. I know I read it back when it was first finished, but my memory isn't as good as it used to be, so it's almost like new.
I think the idea of a Bewitched crossover is inspired.

I love the troll. And Hermione being kind to the troll. That's our Hermione!
This is sooo funny!
Professors McGonagall and Sprout discussing fashion in an unexpected place. Brilliant!
Thank you.

Poor Snape. And Poor Gladys. At least Snape knows what happened to his hair, and can write Clara a letter, to see if she might fix her olive branch. Provided he was actually listening to her at that moment.
Poor Gladys's family just thinks she's going mad. She may end up doing so.
You've used Clara's erratic magic brilliantly in this story. So well done

Thank you for this charming tale. I loved "Rowena" making the enchanted ceiling. This is so much fun. I enjoyed Bewitched as a child, and now I am enjoying this very much.
So original and fun to blend the two stories.

Love this story, such a different idea and so well done. Thank you