Author's note:

A plot bunny attacked me, thus this. I love reading about Harry Potter Self Inserts and their struggles. However, I didn't like the way many just rehashed canon or followed canon to the detail, ignoring the wider wizarding world. So as you can guess, in my fanfic I want to explore other wizarding communities.

Although, Dresden Files inspired me a little, so you can expect some interesting fights.

I will of course let a little tidbit of canon in so that the timeline is established.

Another important detail is that I will never use something to really measure magic, I mean it's magic, it works in mysterious way, which we couldn't comprehend with just science, so I took the way Taure postulated about the world of J.K. Rowling and added some liberties to fit my story.

Please, give me some comments, so I can increase my writing skill level.

Disclaimer:

I do not own Harry Potter which was written and trademarked by J.K. Rowling. My only property is this fanfiction written, letting my SI live in the world of Harry Potter, to show my love and apprecation for the fandom.

Firestorm

My arrival disturbed the animals nearby, wild toucans nested in tree hollows, flew out, shrieking in anger. After all, my apparition was indeed quite loud. Some even tried to assail me, flapping their wings in agitation as they speed to me, trying to peck me, but to no avail, as my trusty wand, a short one, pointed at one of them and turned its feathers on fire.

It shrieked in panic and pain, its fellows turned tails.

A firm, decisive movement of my wrist extinguished the flames, calming the last toucan. It, however, glared at me, fixing me in place. My wand ready as it flew close to me. I let it, intrigued.

It landed in front of me, a foot apart, his wings spread, trying to scare me.

I however just gave it the best wide smile I could muster, it wasn't particularly hard as I found it hilarious.

A second passed. It shrieked, held its head up and turned away. It flew into the deep thick forest.

I smelled burnt wood. A quick look around, I saw the culprit, a tree which was in the process of burning down. It seemed the fire spread through the flapping and sparks lit the dry wood aflame.

Ah, well, although incendio was one of the basic spells, it could wreak havoc on the environment if you weren't careful at all. Fortunately, a quick aguamenti solved the problem.

The once burning patch of the tree was now wet, black spots were recognizable.

My heartiest condolence, Mr. Tree.

Now that I've got my peace, I stilled my movements completely, breathing slowly. I focused on my hearing, trying to get a feeling of the immediate surrounding. So far I wasn't successful, so I reached into a bag clipped around my waist and took an item out.

It was a potion I prepared for such occasions like this one.

I popped the cork, inhaling the strong sharp smell, an Asian cook's wet dream. I coughed a little as it invaded my being, shaping my senses.

While some tears were streaming down my cheeks, I concentrated, determined, letting it form my path. The whole world faded.

Nothing, but a path was left. I took it. One step.

I smelled. I heard. I saw. I felt.

Redish leaves fluttered carried by a strong gush, fell down, some on my head, others on the ground, giving sound.

I ignored it. My mind was empty of thoughts, but one. I pushed.

I didn't know whether it was a second, minutes or hours. I only let the path guide me.

I arrived. I took every sensation from the destination. Everything. I burned it in my memory. A dead tree with corpses of insects in its bark and black, brittle leaves on the ground, forming a circle around the tree. The smell of death pervaded the place, despair was rooted. It stunk. Hate filled my being, distracting me.

Avada Kedavra. Just two words. I will kill. Kill. Kill. Kill!

Stop.

I banished these foreign thoughts, emptying my mind completely, losing sight of the place. As I slowly came to my senses, my heavy pants accompanied me. My surrounding was the same, yet I saw how some trees spotted dead leaves.

That was dangerously close. I shuddered, either because of the cold air or the place. My thoughts circled back to it as I had memorized it. My pants subsided as I controlled my breathing, getting it to a calm pace, again.

Should I, or not? No, it would be too dangerous. I came this far already, I shouldn't waste my lead, because I was lazy.

It seemed a direct apparition was out, so I could only do it the muggle way.

I know approximately where it was. I twirled my wand around myself as if I would wrap myself in ropes, setting a disillusionment charm on me. My figure now took the colors of the environments, making me a human chameleon.

Tergeo and the bacteria on the outside which produced the human odor was removed, thus masking my smell for a short while.

My light, but silent steps were seen on the dirt as I stalked through the deep forest. The animals were none the wiser. Some were perceptive, guided by instinct, stilled their movements as I passed them.

I made a note of that.

I stepped on wet, muddled soil. It stunk after piss and shit. I grimaced, disgusted by the smell, however, I ignored it easily as I had my suspicions. Perhaps it was a trap to cut one of my senses out, getting me to take the easy way, the bubble-head charm.

I didn't fall one bit. It was too obvious. Childish even. But I could understand the way of thinking. Other lesser hunters would fall prey to the simple, yet effective trap. Credit where credit was due.

My target was someone who didn't make it to the fifth year, having been barred from Hogwarts on suspicion of using the Dark Arts on fellow students. Not really a dangerous foe in the knowledge of spells, yet dangerous because of a certain aspect of spells, the Dark Arts.

If someone had the time to immerse him or herself in the deepest abyss, what else could it be but an abyss where you forgot yourself in it, they would become twisted, not their former self anymore, but a shade.

Some could actually hold back the abyss as they descended into the madness that was the Dark Arts, but these were far in between.

I once came into contact with the Dark Arts, having been cursed by it. It destroyed my lovely family, tore them apart like animals for slaughter. Oh, how I hated it. How I regretted. Yet...

As much as I detested the Dark Arts, I voluntarily climbed into the abyss, trying to find a cure against the curse, yet even that was denied as Aurors righted the law, brought justice in form of a slap to my face. My family dead. Myself on the wanted list of the Ministry of Magic.

I let out air as I tried to concentrate on the task at hand, instead of traveling to the past.

It seemed that the gloomy and creepy surrounding brought back these memories.

I stopped -

A quick dodge to the side saved me as a Killing Curse sailed pass me to my earlier position, exploding as it met the dirt, splashing dirt everywhere. I waved my wand to where I assumed my foe was, the dirt flew. A quick sharp controlled up thrust transfigured the dirt into dust, impairing the sight of my enemy, but so mine, too.

I muttered carefully, not letting a mistake slip by, "HOH-min-nuhm ruh-VAY-lee-oh." The Homenum Revelio revealed my foe, not far away behind the dead black tree, crusted with dry blood, giving the appearance of dark red lines.

So you want to play with me, eh?

Alright, let me indulge yourself.

My right hand gripped the cedar wand hard enough to whiten my knuckles. I summoned my anger and pride. Together they formed the necessary mental strength for me to push my will onto the world.

I motioned my wand with sharp strokes at the dead tree, transfiguring the bloody dark dried dye to something combustible, ethanol.

From the left up to the peak, from the peak down to the right.

I shouted, my frustrations all too obvious, "in-SEN-dee-o!" The Incendio lit the dead tree up like a firework. The heat swept through me as the other close trees caught fire too.

My foe? Well, let's just say she burned like a witch. May God judge her soul she sold to the Devil.

Her soul-wrecking screams vibrated through the thick forest, scaring the animals, scurrying to safety. Birds took off, escaping the flames. Deep black smoke clouds drifted through the air above me as I left the place, letting the fire spread and illuminating the night.

Please accept my deepest apologies, Mr. Forest. At least you have something to warm yourself and some torches.

It wasn't long before the whole forest burned. I heard the sound of a siren, certainly the firefighters. A quick look above and I saw a helicopter flying around.

I took a deep breath, ignoring my burning surroundings as I focused on a place. The urban place appeared in my mind, it's clean appearance all too familiar as I concentrated on the metro, passengers disembarking the trains as others boarded. Behind a column there slept a beggar, shadows moved as trains moved. There!

I willed myself to the Destination. A pop and I was there. Deliberation helped me to avoid Splinching myself. I practiced this process very hard, so hard that I lost indeed some parts of myself in training. A shameful, yet necessary display to engrave the consequences into my damn brain.

The beggar behind me awoke by the sound of the apparition. He blinked confused as he couldn't notice me. I pulled out some money and threw it at him, surprising him as he looked around, trying to find his benefactor.

I walked off, climbing the steps to the surface. The sun blinded me as my eyes adjusted to the sudden brightness. I squinted as I watched how muggles passed me, not noticing me at all.

Muggles, eh? It seemed this life ignited my superior attitude I didn't have in my past life at all. Being a muggle was one thing, but being a useless muggle was shameful. It didn't surprise me at all that I just chosed the path of seppuku. Well, I wanted to think that I did it for honor, however, it was just plain suicide, a euphemism.

A finite later, I scared some poor muggles as I appeared so sudden, getting attention which I loved for some reason. I giggled as I walked with a skip, humming all the while with a cheerful melody as I moved to the familiar streets. My black high heeled boots gave weight to my steps, dark red skirt fluttering as wind breezed, getting some looks by the males as I moved my hips in tandem.

I took a paper out from between the breasts, jiggling in the white blouse a little as I didn't wear anything under it.

Ah, I never thought I would like this attention by the males. Indeed, I was obsessed by it, getting them to pay me, me alone, their gazes.

Fuck, am I really a slut?

What would my sister say in my past life if she would see me?

Well, whatever. One should use the body to one's advantage.

In front of a hotel, a five star, called Victoria, I stepped through the automatic doors, giving a friendly smile to the security guard, making him smile, yet his eyes wanted to devour me.

I swayed my hips on purpose as I walked to the elevator, letting him see it all. A quick look at a mirror on a column confirmed his obvious erection, a little bump on his black pants. How cute.

Let's have some fun. I took discreetly a hold of my wand, pointing at his mirror self and said playfully, letting the words roll on my tongue, "ric-tuh-SEM-pra." He buckled down, his hands clamping down on his. White spots appeared. A little tickle was fun, huh?

My grin couldn't be wider as I went into the elevator, turning around and winked at him as he looked at me, his look full of shame. How delicious.

I wetted my lips with the tongue as I played with my brown straight hairs. I looked at the mirror and saw a cute face, petite nose, small but kissable lips and the impossible clear blueish, grey eyes. I loved this body. I would try to chat her up if I met her in my past life.

I sighed, leaned on the mirror wall, slumped as I waited for the elevator to reach my destination.

I breathed in and out, letting myself relax while I thought about how much fun the security guard had. It turned me somewhat on as the glimpse from his feelings I got, appeared. I sucked on my left index finger, biting on it as I reached down with my right hand and -

The elevator chimes, apparently, I reached my destination, the 7th floor. I walked out, click-clack echoed through the hall as my boots met the ground, giving away my presence as I moved to the 7th door.

I didn't bother to unlock it with a keycard, instead, I just glared at it. It unlocked with a click, revealing the clear view to the north sea. The penthouse was already furniture, but I took some liberties to make it home. Dolls would not be remiss, but for the time being my sweet loyal plushies stood guard.

Don't laugh... You know, they were enchanted to explode if someone broke in. The explosion would easily knock this high building down. Eh, perhaps I should use other enchantments? Nah. It was alright.

I jumped on the black couch and took the remote, pressed a button, starting the TV. Some uninteresting news. Another button pressed.

"- Millennium Bridge bombed by terrorists. Rescue search is underway. As you can see -" The relative young anchorwoman, pretty with make-up and dark red jacket, told the viewers, agitated.

Oh.

So it has begun.

Another click and the global news were showed.

It displayed the news with the headline "Firestorm in the Amazonas National Forest"

I chuckled in the beginning, not long after it transformed into a full-blown laughter as I just let it all out.

My laughter subsided a little, although I giggled like a maniac now. I made myself comfortable on the couch, letting it swallow me as I slumped like a sloth. I dozed almost off, but something took me by surprise.

A loud screech. My ears were ringing as I stood up, quite jumped and with a slight wrist movement, I summoned a revolver to the other hand. I opened the cylinder, counted the bullets, five of six. It would do. My palm which held the wand sweated as I cautiously moved to the bathroom.

Another screech. Loud as the first before. It seemed my second ward was broken, too. It wasn't a subtle job. They wanted to know that they were gunning for me.

Aurors? No, they would come quick and subtle, with me sleeping as a stone cold rock.

Then who could it be? I didn't have many enemies who were alive unless they achieved immortality. Ha.

I breathed deeply oxygen in as I let myself immerse in the building, following the staircases down, on the ground floor I looked, really looked.

There. I saw three wizards, one of them a female, if the figure didn't deceive me, working in tandem to bring my wards down. The female one noticed me. Before I could retreat, she pointed her ugly wand at me and shouted, power thrumming, "de-PUHL-so!" It banished me to my penthouse. I broke to my knees, vomiting. Greenish puddle colored the wooden ground. Fuck!

Bitch! Motherfucking bitch!

I steadied myself and tried to focus on the mirrors again, instead what I got was headaches. It seemed she destroyed all mirrors on the ground floor. That was fast. They didn't play around. What was their goal? To kill me? Or...

They wanted me alive. These fucking bloody fuckers.

Alright, so what do I've got here? Unfortunately, not much as this was just one of my safehouses. My plushies. Well, that would be suicide at best.

What else?

I opened the cupboard and punched at the wall, it broke after some time, I took a shotgun out, an ammo box and three potions.

I took the shells and loaded the shotgun in hurry, letting some shells fall down, but I ignored them and took just another round of shells out the box. After that, I slung the shotgun behind me as I popped the cork of one potion and slurped them hastily down. Molten gold flew under my chin as some liquid escaped my mouth. I felt it.

I took a coin out of my bag, throwing it up, betting on the head while it spun in the air. As it flew down, quite chaotic, yet I was certain that I won the bet.

It clicked metallic on the ground, twirling around until it stood still. Slowly it fell down, giving way to head.

It seemed the Felix Felicis worked alright.

Now on the other potion. The liquid vanished in my mouth. My body morphed, my feet grew bigger, fingers thicker, knees and arms muscular, my genital transformed into a dick, my hip narrowed, while my chest subsided, and at last, my head turned to that of an old man.

A quick look into the mirror confirmed the successful transformation. The Polyjuice Potion was a pain to make. Well, at least it tasted like an old man.

Now the crème de la crème, I gripped my wand hard, motioned it with a controlled, albeit sharp strokes at my left shoulder, strengthening the bones, growing the muscles, binding it with stronger cartilage. This I repeated for me left arms and hand.

With a flourish of my wand, I summoned a bottle of Blood-Replenishing Potion, almost choking myself as I greedily drank it down, letting red-colored liquid dropped down the throat.

I took the shotgun with my left hand, one-handed. Another screech.

I hurriedly transfigured the shotgun and the revolver temporarily into small toys, so that I could drop them into my bag on the waist.

I didn't have much time. Now or never as I had the surprise.

How did I want to attack them? I could trigger the fire alarm, getting the ground floor chaotic as everyone would want to escape the building.

Actually, it wasn't a bad plan at all.

After I triggered the alarm, I braced myself as I prepared to jump down to another building close by. It would be deadly for a muggle, I, however, was a witch, eh, a wizard now.

As the alarm rung, muggles ran panicked down the staircases, some stumbled and fell down, were trampled by the others. Unfortunately, I didn't have any mirrors on the ground floor anymore, else their faces would be forever engraved in my memory. I could imagine their horror.

A crowd full of cockroaches, eh, I mean muggles, muggles of course.

I took off, sprinting, crashing through the window glass, I fell down. I flailed a little, cold air seeped into me as the wind rushed. I steadied myself somewhat, closing on the roof of the lower building. Five seconds.

Three.

My wand ready, I waved, waved, waved, stronger. Noticing that it didn't suffice, I called, mustering every inch of strength I had, "ah-REST-oh mo-MEN-tum!"

Two.

My fall slowed down to a crawl.

One.

My whole weight pressed against the roof, breaking some bricks as I crashed into it. I came to a roll, uncontrollable. It led me close to the end as I got myself steadied by pressing onto my heels in the direction where I was rolling.

I panted, heavily without rhythm. I wiped the sweat off my forehead.

A glance at the building, I saw nothing much in the darkness. I concentrated on the mirrors, letting my breath guide me.

Slowly, but surely, I was in. I could see. I saw how some floors were deserted by humans and pets, while others were swimming in muggles.

I could spark the explosion of my plushies, killing my would-be kidnappers, thus killing innocent muggles, too.

That wasn't an option at all. I didn't want to shame my family from the past and this life anymore. Would my enemies care about the muggles? I didn't really know. If they were Aurors I could be certain that the muggles wouldn't be in real danger.

So I did something suicidal, I let a gust of flame out, signaling to them my position.

Bright red light flew past me as I vaulted over to another house, it seemed they really wanted me alive. I called another gust of flame, this time, focusing longer on it, letting it build the heat up till I let it out. The roof melted practically as my fire ate through it. I heard a soul-crushing scream from one of my enemies.

The battle was on.

Lights lit the dark sky up. Red. Blue.

The spell was on the tips of my tongue as I jumped to another building, my pursuers followed me with wand blazing. Now instead of red lights, it seemed my enemies wanted me dead as they now used the Killing Curse.

Another dodge, a heartbeat away from being a corpse as my earlier position exploded, pushing me up in the air. Time stood still. My eyes wide. My mouth grim. I looked ahead.

Time resumed. Slow.

I saw how the greenish sparkling light traveled to me in slow motion. I closed my eyes, focusing on a brick, drawing on my last bit of power, I pulled it to me with a great cry of, "AK-key-oh!"

It flew lightning fast, intercepted the Killing Curse. It exploded, showered me in dust as the shockwave pushed me down the roof.

My back was on fire. My wand arm, broken. I coughed blood as I saw their blurry forms closing in.

Before I blacked out, I drew again on my last bit of power, transfiguring the shotgun to its original form, aimed at one of them who threw a hastily shield charm. Unfortunately for him, my shotgun had quite the punch as I depressed the trigger, again and again.

Until he was riddled with holes. His body crumbled.

The witch was furious and -

Pain. Pain! Pain! Pain! Pain!

Undiluted PAIN! PURE PAIN!

It stopped. My nerves were on fire as I twitched on the roof like a fresh fish out of the water.

My thoughts in disarray. I couldn't concentrate.

Clear your mind!

I tried to. But-

Another spike of PAIN!

I saw the blurry form of the witch crackling with delight. It angered me. It made me remember my pathetic self. My past life. My regrets. My Hate. HATE!

I used the Hate, drew on it and powered the insane spell I had on my tongue. With so much hatred, I called forth the cursed fire. A spark lit the sky up like a sun blazing, it illuminated everything, so bright. It formed into a gestalt of a gigantic fire dragon. Heat washed over us.

My control was too shaken, so instead, I didn't even try to control it. I let it free.

It's flames surrounded my nemesis, it devoured her whole, her screams couldn't even be heard.

As I slowly came to my senses, I numbly could only stare at what I had summoned.

I was fucking insane.

Shit, I need to get away or I will die!

So, with every effort, I could gather this instant, even if it pained me, I thought of a little garden, habituated by many exotic plants like the cherry tree, its color was pinkish Lila because it was gen modified. Now!

With Determination, I sailed forth to my Destination without Deliberation.

Arrived, I didn't feel my dick anymore. Fuck me! I am a eunuch!