A Summoner in the Wizarding World

As they say, strike when the iron's hot - the moment that all skills of the Shadow Master were fully mastered, there's no reason to hesitate with the mind space's challenge. Of course, this all occurred after dinner and when I am in the safety of my bed. Dumbledore and Voldemort, the two most likely to figure out any irregularities, are far from sight.

"Start the first challenge", I greeted the voice and commanded.

"Very well, sir. I wish you good luck in this endeavor. Please be reminded that one cannot interrupt the challenge while attempting it and any actions may affect the difficulty and objectives of future challenges if they occur in the same universe.", it replied with a collected demeanor.

As the panel dominates my vision and all my senses slowly faded away, a weightless sensation engulfed my form, not unlike my final moments in the 'real world'. This continued for what felt like forever until a gentle tug pulled me into consciousness.

Before I could feel my new surroundings, however, the voice announced:

"Welcome to the first challenge, located in the original Harry Potter universe, the current year is 1994. Your 4 objectives, over the next 10 months, are shown in the list below:

1. Protect the Witness:

Keep Barty Crouch Sr. alive until Dumbledore questions him. The mission is considered successful after Barty Crouch Sr. answers Dumbledore's first question.

2. Hide the Spy:

Do not let fake Mad-Eye Moody, or Barty Crouch Jr, be exposed of his true identity. The mission is considered successful if, after escaping from Little Hangelton graveyard, Barty Crouch Jr is alive and still impersonating Mad-Eye Moody. Use of offensive spells towards the target such as Stupefy or Experliarmus, as well as Obliviate and Imperio are allowed.

3. The True Champion:

Get the highest score in the first two challenges and reach the Triwizard Cup first in the maze. The mission is considered successful after all criteria are met, though achieving first place with multiple people is a failure.

4. The Weapon Master:

Use all of your available powers/weapons including your wand in life-threatening situations. These include situations such as confronting Dragons, over 5 Dark Wizards or the Dark Lord. The list is updated with every new summon."

A checklist appeared, all four marked incomplete. Selecting each one expands and elaborates on that objective. On the last one, a smaller list containing: "Wand, Shuriken, Ionian Blade" - apparently, only physical weapons are required.

"Considering the difficulty of the second and third objectives, the host's powers are directly transferred without limitations. The host's local identity is Harry Potter the Boy-Who-Lived. All accumulated experience and spells from the original body remains in place.", the voice finished.

My vision slowly cleared, showing a dark ceiling in an unfamiliar room. Through simple elimination, I am most likely in either the Weasley's Burrow or the Dursley's Privet Drive house. Not hearing the loud snoring voice that would be Ron and the twin's constant explosions, the latter is the correct location.

The most notable change that I could feel is the significant lengthening of limbs and a dull pain on my forehead. Knowing its nature, I was both quite uneasy and grateful for a "second life" while confronting Voldemort. Original Harry had quite insane plot armor for his mediocrity in literally everything else.

I stood up and stretched before checking the current date. On the messy table lay a now smoothed letter from the Weasleys stating they arrive to pick Harry, or rather myself now, up on Sunday. And to absolutely nobody's surprise, that is today.

Harry's wardrobe is not the best - not that I could do much better, but at least half of the clothes he own is second-hand from Dudley. Despite possessing heaps of Galleons in Gringotts, Harry has not bought much conventional Muggle clothing as he almost never uses them and the alternatives, such as Madam Malkin's wares, were much more appealing.

While agreeing with his practicality, I packed the rest of the textbooks, spare robes, owl snacks and various sweets smuggled from Honeydukes into the magically extended trunk. After this is done, I merely needed to wait until Arthur Weasley literally burst into the Dursley's living room and I'll be off to the Quidditch World Cup.

With that immensely happy thought, I pulled the luggage close to the door, noticing that Hedwig was gone from her perching spot. Skipping downstairs, I greeted Vernon, Petunia and Dudley Dursley with a bright: "Good morning" and grinned wickedly, thinking of a plan to make as much trouble for them before departing.

"So," asked the plump, middle-aged Vernon Dursley, unpleasantly,"this... man will be here at 1 in the afternoon? How will he bring carry you? Flying broomsticks?"

"Oh, no", I smiled, "he'll be popping out of the fireplace, see. We wizards call that Floo travel."

At wizard, all three Dursley shuddered as if hearing something despicable and dangerous - the latter very much true. Vernon was slightly opening his mouth, about to berate me for saying the forbidden word before Petunia whispered into his ears, presumably restraining his anger.

Chuckling, I finished my quaint, dieted breakfast amidst the awkward and tense atmosphere. After I finished, I saw Dudley shrink to his seat, unable to meet my eye - the kid must be terrified of my 'mass-murderer' godfather. Taking advantage of this, I stated:

"Mr. Dursley, Aunt Petunia, I think it's common courtesy to come greet your guests when they visit. I'll stay in the living room - if you change your mind about meeting them."

And so, landing on the sofa and unnervingly staring out at the fireplace, I waited. After a little over 3 hours, it was about time for their arrival. I rushed up the stairs, dragging down the trunk and put out the electric heater.

Barely had I settled down that a banging noise can be heard from the pipes above. The Weasleys soon squeezed out of the vent using a 'Expulso', to the three inhabitants' great shock. Vernon hurried into the room only to see a thin layer of dust from the blast, covering all the furniture. This time, I whispered to Fred and George to leave a few of their tongue-twisting toffees behind as a 'present' for Dudley and waved goodbye merrily.

Before Vernon Dursley could express his immense anger, we had all shouted: "The Burrow!" and vanished from the fireplace. As the green flame swirled, my mind erased any traces of the previous boring vacation and looked forward to an eventful, dangerous and undoubtedly exhilarating new adventure in the Wizarding World.