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Basically, Hermione isn’t human. She never had been. For all her smarts, she doesn’t quite remember how she came into the world as a daughter of two human dentists. Still, her parents were nice, but interacting with other humans her “age” was boring, which is why she turned to literature.

Then she was taken to Hogwarts after being discovered as a “witch.” By technicality, she was, but she was a little miffed that her powers were limited to just “magic.” Anyways, she went to this magic school. Despite her vast knowledge of the universe, her memories that transcended time, she was still a child in human flesh, so her emotions still affected her unlike other entities.

She still felt excitement from seeing the floating candles. She still felt happiness from being sorted. She still felt annoyed her classmates don’t follow the rules (her existence doesn’t follow the rules as well but still!). She still felt hurt when her peers called her bossy and made fun for having no friends.

And then she felt something weird when two boys burst into the restroom just when Hermione was about to deal with the Troll. It was really under control, but she was at least grateful for the interruption; it would’ve been a pain if she was figured out so soon.

She ended up friends with Harry and Ron. They felt… familiar. She think she knew them. Maybe in a different life? A different timeline perhaps? Whatever the case, she has a fondness for these friends of hers.

Yep. She’s going to have fun in this life with these two. She just has to make sure that she hides her true nature. She doesn’t want a repeat of what happened last time (she still shivered when she remembered accidentally blinding a few hundred people).

Time to be a totally human normal witch!

Meanwhile, Ron can instantly tell that something is off with Hermione. He doesn’t know why, but something about this girl made the hair on his neck stand up and the back of his eyes fuzzy. Still, she’s… nice, he guess. He guessed that she’s not a bossy know-and-all. She’s kind of cool (don’t tell her that!). Ron would let it go, just this once.

With Harry, he doesn’t notice any weirdness. Well, he does, but having his world turned upside down in a matter of months really forced him to be adaptable. He thinks Hermione is nice, albeit a little weird. But hey, they’re wizards and witches; everyone’s weird! He’s just happy that he got not one, but two new friends to hang out with! :D

So, this is a part 2 of the Zombie AU. You can read part one for further context but it’s not necessary for this part (I think). This is kind of a snippet that I just wanted to write so enjoy Ron’s POV and his sadness + a little warning on creepy vibes at the end (I dunno how to write warnings so please forgive me):

So, it’s been about a year since hell started. Well, maybe it’s more so just about two years but I don’t have a clock so my time is off.

Anyways, I got more supplies from a… “convenience store”? Yeah, that’s what it’s called. At least I got more food to make it through. It’s mostly candy. Also found some more yarn at another store. Good for stitching clothes.

Merlin, I miss Mum.

The search is going. Went to a library the other day Hermione would’ve loved it. There’s was a bunch of dust everywhere but I made it to the “biology” section. Muggles have such weird names sometimes. I managed to get a book before running out of there. I made sure to mark it on one of my maps in case I gotta go back.

I’m okay. I’m okay. I’m hiding in some building. It got a bunch of chairs in it and some weird square things connected with black ropes. I think Dad called these “computers.”

Don’t think of them. Don’t think of them.

Um, I made a bed- well, it’s a sorry excuse of a bed. The floor is cold. It’s better than sleeping on dirt. I changed into more warm clothes anyways. Right now, there’s no bloody zombies. Took care of a few to get in here. Moved their bodies away and made sure to destroy the head.

Again, I’m trying. Harry and Hermione My friends believed that this was caused by a disease or some thing like that. I don’t believe that much about it but it made sense. The first time we heard about it was from the Daily Prophet.* F**cking tabloid. The story was from St Mungo’s. Rotting skin and teeth. Glazed eyes. Arms and legs messed up yet they’re still able to bloody run. There’s also some different color here or there on the skin (if there’s any), sometimes purple and green, other times yellow. Basically looked like bruises.

I just have to find a cure. I know there is one. I need-

Ron cursed underneath his breath. The tears came back, falling down on the paper. He immediately closed the journal and put it in his sack. He also put the muggle quill (pen) inside as well.

“Don’t start now,” he muttered, rubbing his eyes. Still, his tears fell like rain, and he began to sob.

At this point, he thought he’d ran out of tears. There is too much going on; he can’t just cry. He must do this, or else all of this would be for bloodly nothing! He was doing so well, but why now? Why must this happen now?

His body shook as his breathing got worse. He sobbed like a young boy again. Merlin, he missed his family. He missed his friends. He missed everyone who he loved. If he knew that this would happen, he would have been better. He wouldn’t have hurt Harry when he abandoned him during the tournament. He wouldn’t have hurt Hermione by being a stubborn arsehole sometimes and arguing with her. If he knew, he would have hugged Harry tighter. If he knew, he would have appreciated Hermione’s rants. If he knew, he would have more time to love them.

Ron laid his head on his sack, using it as a pillow as he curled himself up. His sobs slowed down, though his face remained wet. Great. Another thing to clean up. It’s not like this is hell and there’s no clean water or anything. Oh wait.

He wiped his face with a grumbled. His eyes fluttered as he felt sleep trying to claim him. Like always before going asleep, his last thought was: “I’m gonna make it.”

And so, Ron sleep lightly that night, saying a promise to no one alive.

In a gas station, Hermione bit down on a severed arm. She chewed on it with a grumble, something that sounded broken and too inhumane. She swallowed the flesh and flung the remains in some aisle with the rest. Her body creaked as she got up, dragging herself to Harry, who was crouched over a crate. He already had his full, his fingers still stained with their meal.

That zombie their kind never stood a chance when Harry bit down on its side while Hermione mauled its face. Still, it was annoying as it managed to hit Harry’s face pretty hard. Hermione had to finish the job before worriedly checking her friend’s face.

Harry’s misshaped jaw still made a series of clicking noises. Harry forcibly moved it back up in place with a pop, but there were still tears in his skin. Still, he didn’t care right now because he found something, something that made his slow heart beat just a little faster. He turned to Hermione, his head making a sharp snap. Hermione didn’t look at the wrong angle of his neck. Instead, she looked at the pieces of hair in his hands. They were dirty, no doubt belonging to someone who hadn’t cleaned themselves, but you could still make out the color…

Red.

The color made Hermione let out a coo. For a brief second, in her fuzzy mind, she recalled a boy with that same color of hair. There were others that had that same color, but this boy was special to her. To them. And she knew that it had to be him.

Hermione patted Harry’s head, grateful for Harry’s findings. Harry nuzzled at the touch, letting out a coo of his own.

Yes, they were getting closer.

Okay, here me out:

Somewhere early in 6th year (Half-Blood Prince), a magical virus is spreading, turning those with magic into zombies. I’m talking wizards, magical creatures; basically anyone who has magic turns into one of these creatures when they get bit.

This causes the apocalypse in the British Wizarding World because these zombies specifically goes after those with magic, including wizards who have magic in their blood. That also includes places with LOTS of magic, like Hogwarts. It also doesn’t help that, of course, wizards and witches would use magic to defend themselves but they are just lightning a beacon to the other hordes of zombies towards them. And you might be thinking that muggles and squibs are safe. They are… except the zombies would view them more as obstacles than meals, which aren’t that good either, so really it’s a disaster for everyone involved.

Anyway, Hogwarts was quickly becoming overrun by these zombies despite its defenses. Harry, Ron, and Hermione managed to escape with some other students but they were quickly separated by other groups because of the chaos. So, the trio were all on their own and have to resort to Muggle ways of defending themselves and surviving.

It was quite ironic that Ron was the last person who survived in the trio. When this whole thing started, Ron had no idea what to do, especially since, unlike him, Harry and Hermione at least had some knowledge of Muggle technology. Yet, despite his ignorance, his friends helped him, taught him things that really saved his skin. They were survivors together, like always. He had hope that maybe they would get through this together.

His hope with crushed when Harry distracted a horde away from him and Hermione, a sacrifice that gave Ron grief. Ron can still hear Harry’s screams as he and Hermione forced themselves to run the opposite direction.

His hope was broken further when they found out that Hermione got bit just after a raid. He had begged her then to not make him leave her, that he couldn’t loose anyone else, not like his family, not like Harry. Ron had to leave in the end, running away as his eyes sting, carrying supplies that had no use for Hermione anymore.

His hope fully shattered when he was in some abandoned building, trying to fight off sleep and stay alert. For once in his life, he was truly and utterly alone. There were no friends. There was no large family. No peers. No professors. Just him and this hellhole. Is it even worth it? Is there even any hope? At moments like this, he wished that he was better. Merlin, he should’ve been better. A better son, a better brother, a better friend. Maybe then, things would have turned out better. Maybe he wouldn’t have this regret. Would that have changed anything?

No. No it bloody wouldn’t. Looking at himself in a glass shard, at his sunken face, his long red hair dirtied with grime, his empty blue eyes, he knew that he couldn’t change the past. He was going to do whatever it takes. His friends sacrificed themselves for him, and like hell would he waste their efforts. He was going to live damnit. He was going to find a cure. He was going to put an end to this madness.

He’ll do whatever it takes. All for them.

In a forest, a creaking noise was heard. The zombie’s body was gangly, its eyes glazed over as its rotten flesh withered. It made a sudden jerk as it heard rushing footsteps. It was soon tackled to the ground by two others. The zombie screamed, a gurgling sound like it was drowning. Its consumers didn’t stop, only tearing the zombie down to its bones.

Harry and Hermione finally stood up, satisfied with their meal, wiping the blood from their mouths. They continued their journey, trying to find the missing piece they want to find-protect-eat-protect.

— So, thoughts? This is just my excuse to have an emotional AU with zombie Harry and Hermione + a determined human Ron Weasley.

For further context, please refer to my past post on this AU I came up with: [https://www.reddit.com/r/HPFanfictionPrompts/s/rdBOgSeQTN

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Humans are weak.

That is really the best explanation it can give at the moment. It knows that this was too simplistic of a statement. Humans can be many things at once. They can merciful yet wrathful the next. They can be the smartest person in the room but then be dumber than a rock just the next day. Yes, humans are unpredictable, and that is what still makes them threats.

Yet, they’re painfully weak. Push at a weak point and they’ll tumble to the ground. Real predictable if you look close enough to see the patterns. Itself wasn’t human. Itself was above them to not have such weaknesses. Honestly, they’re too breakable. Just look at its host. Harry was vulnerable. Yes, he resisted against it but it eventually consumed him anyway. Now Harry is safe in his subconscious and away from being a nuisance for it.

Don’t get it wrong, it is rather fond of Harry! He has a sort of charm to him, almost like an interesting item you’d find. It was especially prevalent after shifting through Harry’s memories (especially the dumb ones; they were fun to watch). Regardless of any fondness, Harry would still a problem. He’s too damn impulsive and oh so stubborn. Even if it would be amusing and cute to see Harry even try to fight back, it knows that he’ll mess something up and it can never have that happen. Never.

Back to what it was saying, humans are just too easy. However, it can’t take advantage of them, not until the time is right. It has to have self control. It has to keep up Harry’s attitude and personality. Any deviation would be too risky, no matter how fun it is. Still, it does want to have its fun sooner or later. Hmph.

“Um, Harry?”

It blinked with Harry’s eyes. It turned to see the lanky redhead standing awkwardly in the doorway.

“Can I…” Ron trailed off, eyes shifting to the side.

It stared at him. The awkward posture. The avoidant eyes. It can taste them (the sweet hesitation, bubbling guilt, blooming persistence). They weren’t as good as it could get but it was something.

It tilted Harry’s head and gestured for Ron to come here. Ron’s body sagged with relief (ew, that is definitely not its taste) and he sat down at the open spot next to it.

It’s been a few days since it was in Grimmauld Place. Honestly, it was only now that it had started to get furious with everything.

It was annoyed at first with having to deal with Harry’s muggle family but it had assumed that it could endure it. Then, it and Harry’s cousin got ambushed by Dementors of all things. It was fully prepared to leave but that would mean that host’s cousin would be dead. It was more of a hindrance in the long run so like the good “Harry” it was, it saved the draft cousin and banished away the Dementors with the Patronus Charm (it took too many tries. Retrieving Harry’s happy memories in such a short time was exhausting).

The next thing that happened was that letter saying that Harry was expelled for underage magic. Oh, it was frustrated then. It did everything right by acting like Harry but now Harry’s punished and not going to Hogwarts? And wasn’t Harry less punished two years ago when blowing up his dreadful aunt? The audacity! It had a mind of going into the Wizarding World just to reign havoc and maybe give the Ministry a good fright before another letter came and said that Dumbledore was sorting things out and that a hearing would happen soon. It had felt relief, albeit short lived as anything could happen in the hearing but at least it wasn’t expelled.

Finally, it was wisked away by a group of wizards to this home bridled with dark magic and fear. It was just its type of place! But now, it was absolutely furious to even relish in it. Harry’s reputation turned to ash! He was branded as insane for “falsely” claiming that Voldemort, the original, was back. It could really care less about its original maker; the only reason it’s apprehensive is because Harry is in danger and the ultimate target. This is going to make things more hard because now, eyes are on Harry more than before. How was it supposed to carry out its plans now?! Ugh! Lowly pests! They are so lucky that it is prioritizing Harry’s wellbeing or else it would make them beg for their lives with a well aimed-

“Harry?”

Oh, right, Harry’s friend is still here. “I’m fine,” it mumbled. That was good enough, right?

It heard Ron sigh. “Listen mate, I’m… sorry.”

“It’s alright, Ron. I’m just angry at this whole thing,” it said, making Harry’s voice sound both defeated yet angered.

Since it got here, it was wary at first. There were so many people that Harry was close to. It was bothersome to even think about these “friendships” of its host. Not to mention it increased the risk of being exposed. But it played up the anger, the betrayal that Harry would’ve felt if he was here, realizing that his friends and godfather didn’t communicate with him all summer because of Dumbledore. Then, it sulked. It was slightly out of character considering that Harry was usually a determined person but it could still work considering the circumstances and Harry’s age. Plus, it made the guilt taste sweeter.

“I’ve already forgiven you. You’re my best friend,” it said. For added emphasis, it placed a hand on Ron’s shoulder. “It’s just… you hurt me as well as Hermione. Though, I guess it was my fault for being so mad at you guys.”

It had to stop itself from making Harry’s mouth grin at seeing Ron’s face fall.

“You’re right to be mad.” Ron scratched the back of his head. “I’ll be mad too if you or Hermione didn’t write at all. Still, I’m sorry, mate. We thought you’ll be fine. You know, protected.”

A scoff escaped its mouth. Protected? Yeah right. The only person who protected Harry was himself, and even Harry couldn’t do it when it awakened. Now, it was itself protecting Harry’s body and mind. Does this whole situation say protected? Wow Dumbledore, you really are a piece of work.

Still, if it wasn’t for Dumbledore, then it wouldn’t be here in this body. It guess it could give the old geezer some thanks.

At “Harry’s” silence, Ron backtracked. “I mean, that doesn’t make it right! Just- I just want to let you know that I’m sorry for everything.”

“Everything?”

Ron nodded. “Everything. I was a shite bloke to you last year. It took a dragon almost killing you to get it that you didn’t want this. You didn’t want any of this. I should’ve done more and-“

It cut Ron off. It couldn’t listen to fluffy drivel no more. The hand still on the other’s shoulder tightened slightly. “I’ve already forgave you. Listen, you guys did made me angry. I was stuck with the Dursleys and they were being more annoying to deal with.”

Ron’s face hardened at the mention. Good. It continued, making Harry’s voice a tad quieter. “I know I don’t usually say this, but… it’s really hard dealing with everything. And now, we have to deal with Voldemort-“ it ignored Ron’s flinch at the name “-and who knows what might happen. I’m just…”

It could say many things here. It could say “tired”; that would make Ron feel sympathetic. It could say “scared”; it was an admission that sounded loaded. But it said nothing at the end. Humans love to fill in the blanks, their minds rushing to conclude. With itself positioning Harry’s body to be withdrawn, eyes lowered, looking utterly vulnerable and so pathetic-

Ron took the bait like the good loyal dog he was.

He hugged “Harry.” The embrace was warm and secure, almost as if Ron was trying to comfort both of them. It didn’t have to do anything; Harry’s body responded with muscle memory, sinking deeper into the hug.

It took everything to not ruin it. The guilt-guilt-care-worry-guilt coming from Ron was already good enough but it was greedy. It wanted to see Ron’s look of* despair** if “Harry” pushed him away. What if “Harry” snapped at him? What if “Harry” remained “defeated”? It wanted to taste Ron’s ***devastation and revel in it. God, this was such a tempting opportunity to see how long it will take to break this one. Would it be messy? Would it be a long time or no? It would no doubt be delicious make Ron’s heart shatter if it were to reveal that Harry was never here-

It buried the impulse deep inside. It shakily move its arms around Ron’s, completing the hug.

Ron is useful like the rest of the humans here. He was one of Harry’s first friends. He was loyal. Despite Ron’s flaws, Harry still admired him. It would make use of Ron soon. For right now, it’ll play pretend. It’ll be the perfect little doll that everyone has their eyes on.

It’s all for its host after all~

Inside of his mind, Harry still slept.
He felt warmth then, something achingly familiar.
His breathing shuttered for a moment before evening out.
He sank deeper into slumber, much to his parasite’s delight.

— Man, I’m tired. This was honestly draining to write because the imposter has such a god-complex and is mildly sadistic. I salute to my fellow writers who had to deal with annoying characters (original or otherwise) 🫡.
— There’s also technically no bashing as the imposter, like most real people, have biases. It just so happened that the imposter is arrogant and views others beneath it, unlike the real Harry who does value the people he cares about.
— Also, sorry if Ron read as OOC. I tried my best. Let’s just say that guilt is eating away at Ron because of what the imposter is saying + the situation as a whole.

For further context, please refer to my past post on this AU I came up with: https://www.reddit.com/r/HPfanfiction/s/2qn5rZzCQu

Warning: Kind of long. My bad. Got too carried away.
Extra note: This is just a random scene I came up with so 🤷‍♀️

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Humans are weak.

That is really the best explanation it can give at the moment. It knows that this was too simplistic of a statement. Humans can be many things at once. They can merciful yet wrathful the next. They can be the smartest person in the room but then be dumber than a rock just the next day. Yes, humans are unpredictable, and that is what still makes them threats.

Yet, they’re painfully weak. Push at a weak point and they’ll tumble to the ground. Real predictable if you look close enough to see the patterns. Itself wasn’t human. Itself was above them to not have such weaknesses. Honestly, they’re too breakable. Just look at its host. Harry was vulnerable. Yes, he resisted against it but it eventually consumed him anyway. Now Harry is safe in his subconscious and away from being a nuisance for it.

Don’t get it wrong, it is rather fond of Harry! He has a sort of charm to him, almost like an interesting item you’d find. It was especially prevalent after shifting through Harry’s memories (especially the dumb ones; they were fun to watch). Regardless of any fondness, Harry would still a problem. He’s too damn impulsive and oh so stubborn. Even if it would be amusing and cute to see Harry even try to fight back, it knows that he’ll mess something up and it can never have that happen. Never.

Back to what it was saying, humans are just too easy. However, it can’t take advantage of them, not until the time is right. It has to have self control. It has to keep up Harry’s attitude and personality. Any deviation would be too risky, no matter how fun it is. Still, it does want to have its fun sooner or later. Hmph.

“Um, Harry?”

It blinked with Harry’s eyes. It turned to see the lanky redhead standing awkwardly in the doorway.

“Can I…” Ron trailed off, eyes shifting to the side.

It stared at him. The awkward posture. The avoidant eyes. It can taste them (the sweet hesitation, bubbling guilt, blooming persistence). They weren’t as good as it could get but it was something.

It tilted Harry’s head and gestured for Ron to come here. Ron’s body sagged with relief (ew, that is definitely not its taste) and he sat down at the open spot next to it.

It’s been a few days since it was in Grimmauld Place. Honestly, it was only now that it had started to get furious with everything.

It was annoyed at first with having to deal with Harry’s muggle family but it had assumed that it could endure it. Then, it and Harry’s cousin got ambushed by Dementors of all things. It was fully prepared to leave but that would mean that host’s cousin would be dead. It was more of a hindrance in the long run so like the good “Harry” it was, it saved the draft cousin and banished away the Dementors with the Patronus Charm (it took too many tries. Retrieving Harry’s happy memories in such a short time was exhausting).

The next thing that happened was that letter saying that Harry was expelled for underage magic. Oh, it was frustrated then. It did everything right by acting like Harry but now Harry’s punished and not going to Hogwarts? And wasn’t Harry less punished two years ago when blowing up his dreadful aunt? The audacity! It had a mind of going into the Wizarding World just to reign havoc and maybe give the Ministry a good fright before another letter came and said that Dumbledore was sorting things out and that a hearing would happen soon. It had felt relief, albeit short lived as anything could happen in the hearing but at least it wasn’t expelled.

Finally, it was wisked away by a group of wizards to this home bridled with dark magic and fear. It was just its type of place! But now, it was absolutely furious to even relish in it. Harry’s reputation turned to ash! He was branded as insane for “falsely” claiming that Voldemort, the original, was back. It could really care less about its original maker; the only reason it’s apprehensive is because Harry is in danger and the ultimate target. This is going to make things more hard because now, eyes are on Harry more than before. How was it supposed to carry out its plans now?! Ugh! Lowly pests! They are so lucky that it is prioritizing Harry’s wellbeing or else it would make them beg for their lives with a well aimed-

“Harry?”

Oh, right, Harry’s friend is still here. “I’m fine,” it mumbled. That was good enough, right?

It heard Ron sigh. “Listen mate, I’m… sorry.”

“It’s alright, Ron. I’m just angry at this whole thing,” it said, making Harry’s voice sound both defeated yet angered.

Since it got here, it was wary at first. There were so many people that Harry was close to. It was bothersome to even think about these “friendships” of its host. Not to mention it increased the risk of being exposed. But it played up the anger, the betrayal that Harry would’ve felt if he was here, realizing that his friends and godfather didn’t communicate with him all summer because of Dumbledore. Then, it sulked. It was slightly out of character considering that Harry was usually a determined person but it could still work considering the circumstances and Harry’s age. Plus, it made the guilt taste sweeter.

“I’ve already forgiven you. You’re my best friend,” it said. For added emphasis, it placed a hand on Ron’s shoulder. “It’s just… you hurt me as well as Hermione. Though, I guess it was my fault for being so mad at you guys.”

It had to stop itself from making Harry’s mouth grin at seeing Ron’s face fall.

“You’re right to be mad.” Ron scratched the back of his head. “I’ll be mad too if you or Hermione didn’t write at all. Still, I’m sorry, mate. We thought you’ll be fine. You know, protected.”

A scoff escaped its mouth. Protected? Yeah right. The only person who protected Harry was himself, and even Harry couldn’t do it when it awakened. Now, it was itself protecting Harry’s body and mind. Does this whole situation say protected? Wow Dumbledore, you really are a piece of work.

Still, if it wasn’t for Dumbledore, then it wouldn’t be here in this body. It guess it could give the old geezer some thanks.

At “Harry’s” silence, Ron backtracked. “I mean, that doesn’t make it right! Just- I just want to let you know that I’m sorry for everything.”

“Everything?”

Ron nodded. “Everything. I was a shite bloke to you last year. It took a dragon almost killing you to get it that you didn’t want this. You didn’t want any of this. I should’ve done more and-“

It cut Ron off. It couldn’t listen to fluffy drivel no more. The hand still on the other’s shoulder tightened slightly. “I’ve already forgave you. Listen, you guys did made me angry. I was stuck with the Dursleys and they were being more annoying to deal with.”

Ron’s face hardened at the mention. Good. It continued, making Harry’s voice a tad quieter. “I know I don’t usually say this, but… it’s really hard dealing with everything. And now, we have to deal with Voldemort-“ it ignored Ron’s flinch at the name “-and who knows what might happen. I’m just…”

It could say many things here. It could say “tired”; that would make Ron feel sympathetic. It could say “scared”; it was an admission that sounded loaded. But it said nothing at the end. Humans love to fill in the blanks, their minds rushing to conclude. With itself positioning Harry’s body to be withdrawn, eyes lowered, looking utterly vulnerable and so pathetic-

Ron took the bait like the good loyal dog he was.

He hugged “Harry.” The embrace was warm and secure, almost as if Ron was trying to comfort both of them. It didn’t have to do anything; Harry’s body responded with muscle memory, sinking deeper into the hug.

It took everything to not ruin it. The guilt-guilt-care-worry-guilt coming from Ron was already good enough but it was greedy. It wanted to see Ron’s look of despair if “Harry” pushed him away. What if “Harry” snapped at him? What if “Harry” remained “defeated”? It wanted to taste Ron’s devastation and revel in it. God, this was such a tempting opportunity to see how long it will take to break this one. Would it be messy? Would it be a long time or no? It would no doubt be delicious to make Ron’s heart shatter if it were to reveal that Harry was never here-

It buried the impulse deep inside. It shakily move its arms around Ron’s, completing the hug.

Ron is useful like the rest of the humans here. He was one of Harry’s first friends. He was loyal. Despite Ron’s flaws, Harry still admired him. It would make use of Ron soon. For right now, it’ll play pretend. It’ll be the perfect little doll that everyone has their eyes on.

It’s all for its host after all~

Inside of his mind, Harry still slept.
He felt warmth then, something achingly familiar.
His breathing shuttered for a moment before evening out.
He sank deeper into slumber, much to his parasite’s delight.

— Man, I’m tired. This was honestly draining to write because the imposter has such a god-complex and is mildly sadistic. I salute to my fellow writers who had to deal with annoying characters (original or otherwise) 🫡.
— There’s also technically no bashing as the imposter, like most real people, have biases. It just so happened that the imposter is arrogant and views others beneath it, unlike the real Harry who does value the people he cares about.
— Also, sorry if Ron read as OOC. I tried my best. Let’s just say that guilt is eating away at Ron because of what the imposter is saying + the situation as a whole.

For starters, I don’t know if I’m using the right flair. I just want to possibly show off a cool AU idea that popped into my head. Anyways, this is an idea that I have. Hear me out:

Imagine Harry the summer after 4th year. You know, after seeing Cedric dying and Voldemort getting resurrected. At this point in time, what happened to him at the graveyard had some… consequences. And unfortunately for him, when Voldemort got resurrected using Harry’s blood, it made the almost passive horcrux in Harry’s scar to truly be awake and aware.

And the first thing it did was take advantage of Harry’s isolation and take over his mind and body.

The real Harry is asleep inside of his own subconscious. He is unharmed but he is not aware of his surroundings, almost as if he is in a deep dream.

Meanwhile, the imposter feels absolutely **elated** at having its own body. It can feel the blood in the veins, the air in the lungs. It’s alive. Truly alive. Though, this vessel could use some work. Its host (Harry) hasn’t been taking care of himself. For shame! Though, perhaps it should give some grace to its host. Viewing through Harry’s memories, it was clear that Harry wasn’t exactly in the greatest position. All of the rushing emotions it gets from viewing them *(bitter anger, sour loneliness, soft confusion, biting impulsivity, tender joy, crushing guilt, drowning horror)* makes its head hurt already.

Still, this is its host after all. It couldn’t hold fury onto Harry. Harry is its host after all, the one who held him for the last 14 or so years, give or take. As the holder of the host, it is its right to make sure this body and mind are protected. Besides, it *needs* Harry until it is done with what it needs to do.

Speaking of which, it should work on its acting! It can’t let anyone knows it’s not truly Harry. While it knows it’s smart, from surfing Harry’s memories, it’s clear that humans are unpredictable. So, it’ll act. It’ll act and say the right things that Harry would say and do while searching for what it needs. It could even have a bit of… ***fun***.

After all, the thought of using its host’s face to terrorize a few humans here or there sounds interesting. Not to mention it is rather peeved with a few humans that made its host’s life harder and more difficult it needed to be. Truly, some humans are idiots and cruel. Itself was only one of those things.

It sighed, feeling breath leaving Harry’s lungs. It can get used to this. No friends. No troublesome classmates. No unpleasant adults. No Dumbledore. No Voldemort. Only itself and Harry until it could find what it wanted.

“We’re going to have so much fun,” it whispered with Harry’s voice, putting a hand over the heart. “You’ll be a great host, wouldn’t you, Harry?”

In the depths of his mind, Harry didn’t respond. He only slept, just like he should, in total peace.

It smiled with full teeth, stretching Harry’s mouth too wide. “Glad we’ve agreed! I promise I’ll be quick, host. Wouldn’t want to hurt your body, now would I?”

Everyone wouldn’t know what hit them.

— So, thoughts? I think this could be a cool AU, especially for the psychological thriller or something adjacent potential it has. I also have some other ideas if people want to hear about it, especially since this imposter is going into the canon of OoTP/Harry’s 5th year. Mind you, it doesn’t know what’s going to happen so it just has to learn how to properly react “like how Harry would” to the canon situations. Spoiler alert, the imposter is going to *hate* the Ministry and almost every adult, especially Umbridge.

— Also, for some clarification, the imposter (it doesn’t have a name yet) typically uses it/its pronouns since it’s technically not a person, therefore it doesn’t have a gender, and it is completely self-aware of that. However, he/him pronouns do also apply to the imposter since it is using Harry’s body.

For starters, I don’t know if I’m using the right flair. I just want to possibly show off a cool AU idea that popped into my head. Anyways, this is an idea that I have. Hear me out:

Imagine Harry the summer after 4th year. You know, after seeing Cedric dying and Voldemort getting resurrected. At this point in time, what happened to him at the graveyard had some… consequences. And unfortunately for him, when Voldemort got resurrected using Harry’s blood, it made the almost passive horcrux in Harry’s scar to truly be awake and aware.

And the first thing it did was take advantage of Harry’s isolation and take over his mind and body.

The real Harry is asleep inside of his own subconscious. He is unharmed but he is not aware of his surroundings, almost as if he is in a deep dream.

Meanwhile, the imposter feels absolutely elated at having its own body. It can feel the blood in the veins, the air in the lungs. It’s alive. Truly alive. Though, this vessel could use some work. Its host (Harry) hasn’t been taking care of himself. For shame! Though, perhaps it should give some grace to its host. Viewing through Harry’s memories, it was clear that Harry wasn’t exactly in the greatest position. All of the rushing emotions it gets from viewing them (bitter anger, sour loneliness, soft confusion, biting impulsivity, tender joy, crushing guilt, drowning horror) makes its head hurt already.

Still, this is its host after all. It couldn’t hold fury onto Harry. Harry is its host after all, the one who held him for the last 14 or so years, give or take. As the holder of the host, it is its right to make sure this body and mind are protected. Besides, it needs Harry until it is done with what it needs to do.

Speaking of which, it should work on its acting! It can’t let anyone knows it’s not truly Harry. While it knows it’s smart, from surfing Harry’s memories, it’s clear that humans are unpredictable. So, it’ll act. It’ll act and say the right things that Harry would say and do while searching for what it needs. It could even have a bit of… fun.

After all, the thought of using its host’s face to terrorize a few humans here or there sounds interesting. Not to mention it is rather peeved with a few humans that made its host’s life harder and more difficult it needed to be. Truly, some humans are idiots and cruel. Itself was only one of those things.

It sighed, feeling breath leaving Harry’s lungs. It can get used to this. No friends. No troublesome classmates. No unpleasant adults. No Dumbledore. No Voldemort. Only itself and Harry until it could find what it wanted.

“We’re going to have so much fun,” it whispered with Harry’s voice, putting a hand over the heart. “You’ll be a great host, wouldn’t you, Harry?”

In the depths of his mind, Harry didn’t respond. He only slept, just like he should, in total peace.

It smiled with full teeth, stretching Harry’s mouth too wide. “Glad we’ve agreed! I promise I’ll be quick, host. Wouldn’t want to hurt your body, now would I?”

Everyone wouldn’t know what hit them.

— So, thoughts? I think this could be a cool AU, especially for the psychological thriller or something adjacent potential it has. I also have some other ideas if people want to hear about it, especially since this imposter is going into the canon of OoTP/Harry’s 5th year. Mind you, it doesn’t know what’s going to happen so it just has to learn how to properly react “like how Harry would” to the canon situations. Spoiler alert, the imposter is going to hate the Ministry and almost every adult, especially Umbridge.

— Also, for some clarification, the imposter (it doesn’t have a name yet) typically uses it/its pronouns since it’s technically not a person, therefore it doesn’t have a gender, and it is completely self-aware of that. However, he/him pronouns do also apply to the imposter since it is using Harry’s body.