DreamyApe

Update. SPOILERS!!

I'm sorry guys. I might not be able to update today either. I hurt my back day before yesterday and its been really painful, I was feeling better in the morning but then I ended up getting injured again. It's been a tough few days.
Expect a chapter tomorrow or late at night today.
In the meantime, you can tell me what more of you'd like to see in this story.
Ben's pretty strong now, he'll be even stronger if he destroys another horcrux, with voldemort's memories.
About the skyrim ...

HPTD - CH 133 - Gaunt Let You Do That

The floorboards creaked as Dumbledore swept his wand across the warped patch the snakes had pointed out. Dust lifted, swirling like ash in the dim light.

Ben stepped forward and crouched beside him. "Want me to knock?"

Dumbledore didn't answer. A faint shimmer of enchantment peeled away, revealing a section of the floor that was slightly raised. With a flick, he sent the boards flying back.

"Show off," Ben muttered.

Beneath them was a shallow pit, carved into the packe...

HPTD - CH 132 - Real Estate’s a Bit Cursed

They Apparated with a whipcrack into a stretch of trees just outside a forgotten village.

Little Hangleton.

Ben blinked against the sudden shift in light and temperature. Gone was the snowy sparkle of Hogsmeade Station; Little Hangleton looked as if it had been cursed with apathy. The streets were empty, the houses either bland or sagging, and the air was thick with that special kind of damp you could only get in the middle of nowhere in Britain.

Ben knew it, t...

Punch Edgecombe In the Face.

Well, I initially wrote it as a joke when I posted Chapter 126 on Webnovel, but I ended up actually generating these.

HPTD - CH 131 - Socks for Rabbits and Stoats on Patrol

Ben stopped pacing and looked at Rita directly.

"Now, about my nephew."

She flinched.

"Those articles… rather vicious, don't you think? Painting him as some Dark Lord in training. What did you call him? Ah. Unhinged. Dangerous. A threat to Hogwarts."

Ben gave a quiet, bitter laugh. "Do you even read what you publish, or is it all just about coin with you? Talking shit about a twelve-year-old boy."

"I—I was forced to write those!" Rita blurted, suddenly desper...

HPTD - CH 130 - Bugging Out (VERSION 2)

Ben wandered over like he'd forgotten something—a spoon, his morals, whatever.

He leaned against the wall, eyes on the beetle with its too-fancy markings and uncanny timing.

"Morning, Rita," he said under his breath.

No reply. Obviously. But the way it froze told him everything he needed to know.

Ben smiled softly, although it might have come across creepy to the beetle.

"Sorry to say," he went on, reaching into his robes, "I don't give interviews."

SNAP....

HPTD - CH 130 - Bugging Out ( Version 1 )

-This is the original draft, it has been changed a lot in the Ver. 2 -

Ben wandered over like he'd forgotten something — a spoon, his morals, whatever.

He leaned against the wall, eyes on the beetle with its too-fancy markings and uncanny timing.

"Morning, Rita," he said under his breath.

The beetle froze.

Ben smiled softly, although it might have come across creepy to the beetle.

"Sorry to say," he went on, reaching into his robes, "I don't give intervie...

HPTD - CH 129 - Parseltongue and Paper Cuts

It had been a few days since his chat with Dumbledore. Predictably, there'd been no update on the whereabouts of the Gaunt ring. Not that Ben was in a rush. He wasn't exactly dying to find out what would happen if he got his hands on another Deathly Hallow.

He might even let Dumbledore hang on to the Resurrection Stone for a bit. The old man already had the strongest one, after all. No point being greedy.

Meanwhile, school life had... settled. Slightly.

The stares had dwindl...

HPTD - CH 128 - Foresight and Firelight

"Seven," Dumbledore echoed, almost to himself. "Of course he would. A magically powerful number. Stable. Complete."

"Yeah, well," Ben muttered, "he wasn't exactly stable, was he?"

That almost got a smile out of Dumbledore. Almost. "You didn't mention this after the Chamber incident."

Ben shifted in his chair. "Yeah, well. I was still processing everything and didn't know what to make of it." He folded his arms. "And besides, you probably suspected it already."

"I did,"...

HPTD - CH 127 - A German and a Snake Walk into a Bar

Ben stopped right in front of Marietta's end of the bench. Several girls turned to look up, one of them smirking.

She looked up as he approached, took in the scowl, and gave a slow blink. "Well, look who walked over from the loser's end of the bench."

Ben didn't smile. "Yeah. Thought I'd visit the world-famous Coven of Half-Wits. Hide a first-year's shoes lately, find it funny, do you?"

Marietta raised her eyebrows, casually swirling her spoon in her porridge. "If you're tal...

HPTD - CH 126 - Glitter? I Hardly Know Her

The next morning in the Great Hall, it was unusually quiet when Ben strolled in.

Not silent—there was still the sound of forks clinking and owls fluttering overhead—but something was... off. The sort of quiet where people tried not to look at you and failed miserably. Then looked harder.

Ben was used to people staring. Usually it was the impressed sort—but this was alright as well.

He sat down at the Ravenclaw table, reached for the toast rack, and calmly butt...

HPTD - CH 125 - Really? Tickling?

A wave of applause broke out. Even the sceptics leaned forward now. Marianne was grinning from ear to ear, nudging the fourth-year next to her.

"That's our Beater," she said proudly. "He hits people for fun and education."

Two second-years in the front row looked ready to pass out.

"He caught the wand," one breathed.

"And launched Lockhart like a Quaffle," the other added, eyes wide.

"Do you think he'd sign our spellbooks?"

"Or our wands?"...

HPTD - CH 124 - The Wand Grip of Victory (or Something Like That)

The Great Hall buzzed with morning chatter, clinking cutlery, and the faint hangover of too much butterbeer. Ben strolled in, looking suspiciously well-rested for someone who'd been passed a tankard every five minutes the night before. Ravenclaw's table erupted in cheers and teasing applause as soon as he approached.

"Oi, it's the Hufflepuff-slayer!" Edgar Cornfoot called, raising his goblet like Ben had just come back from war. "Come to break our breakfast too?"

Ben dropped onto ...

Spoiler Alert!!

So, for the next chapter, I’m thinking of doing the Duelling Club scene. I was toying with the idea of having Ben accidentally reveal he’s a Parselmouth, like Harry does. This could really mess things up for him, especially with Dumbledore, who’d probably start suspecting the worst. Plus, Rita Skeeter would have a field day with it in the Daily Prophet.

On the plus side, it could finally give Ben...

HPTD - CH 123 - Quidditch: Now with Extra Violence

"ANOTHER GOAL FOR HUFFLEPUFF! That's sixty–ten!! Ravenclaw’s still trying to catch up, but looks like they’ve missed the bloody train!"

Lee Jordan's voice boomed across the stands just as a Bludger screamed toward Ben's left.

"Meanwhile, their Beaters—Brown and Alderton—seem to be playing catch with the Puff girls! Can't say I blame them—have you seen those smiles? Woof."

"Mr Davies!"

"Sorry, Professor, just calling it like I see it."

Ben yaw...

HPTD - CH 222 - Corridor Diplomacy

“Hey! Wait up,” Ben called as the trio stormed out of the classroom.

They didn’t stop. Hermione was leading the charge, her tiny legs carrying her surprisingly fast.

Normally, Ben wouldn’t have cared if someone was upset, but this was Hermione. If he didn’t patch things up, he'd have to do his own assignments. Can you imagine?

He jogged a bit and stepped in front of her, blocking the corridor. She tried moving left; he moved left. She went right; he mirrored her. 2025-05-06 11:20:53 +0000 UTC View Post

HPTD - CH 221 - Grilled and Giggling

Ben took a fish off the fire and handed one to Dumbledore on a stick. "So… what's an old man doing out this late? Trouble with the Board of Magical Carpets or something?"

Dumbledore gave a small, amused hum. "Close. Board of Governors, actually. The meeting went on longer than expected. The Board has been very talkative lately. It's always worrying when people who don't normally speak suddenly find their voices."

"What do they want?" Ben asked, biting into the still-steaming tro...

HPTD - CH 220 - Revenge of the Pig

Breakfast at the Ravenclaw table was its usual mix of toast crumbs, half-read books, and students arguing over whether they had Herbology or Charms first. Somewhere between the porridge and the pumpkin juice, Edgar slapped the Daily Prophet down on the table like it owed him a galleon.

"Well, would you look at that," he said loudly, flipping it around. "Our very own Benedict Brown. Front page again. And he didn't even blow anything up this time."

Ben, mid-bite of peach, sighed. "W...

HPTD - CH 119 - HISSY

After the events in the Chamber, Ben was sure of one thing: he had some serious explaining to do.

That became abundantly clear when a Howler arrived at breakfast the next morning.

He didn't blame his mum for yelling—well, magically screaming—at him. Technically, he had been involved in a life-threatening incident involving an ancient monster and a literal Chamber of Secrets. Still, the pitch her voice hit on "What were you thinking, young man?!" could've shattered gla...

SPOILER ALERT!! POLL

Alright, guys, need a name for the lovely Basilisk. A poll would have been ideal, but don't wanna spoil it for the rest. Here are my suggestions: Hissy, Snek, Toothzilla, Cersei, Medusa, Pebbles, Blinkie, Glarebear, Snugglefang and Tiffany.

Let me know your favourites and even suggestions (Not Karl's) in the comments.

HPTD - CH 118 - Hugs, Nargles, and Other Dangerous Things

Lee Jordan's voice boomed across the stadium, already several decibels too loud for this early in the morning.

"AND WE'RE OFF—Gryffindor charging in like they've had three Butterbeers for breakfast! Angelina Johnson with the Quaffle—Merlin's beard, I think she has had three Butterbeers!"

The crowd roared as brooms streaked across the pitch in a blur of red and green.

"And there goes Montague—yes, excellent use of the elbow, ten points from Slytherin just for b...

HPTD - CH 117 - Toast Crimes and Newspaper Slimes

The Ravenclaw table buzzed with the low hum of chatter and clinking forks. Saturday mornings were usually slow, but not today. First match of the season: Gryffindor versus Slytherin. Half the castle couldn't wait to see Slytherin lose. The other half already knew about their brand-new brooms.

Roger Davies was midway through explaining — for the third time — how the new Nimbus Two Thousand and Ones gave Slytherin an unfair advantage.

"I'm serious," Roger said, waving a spoon li...

Story direction.

So, would you guys like polls about the story direction? Like power-ups, love interests, story arcs, etc. I don't mind, but I feel like it would spoil the story for you guys. What do you think?

Need a Nickname for Marianne Fawcett

So, I noticed a lot of readers are still confused between Marianne Fawcett and Marietta Edgecombe. It was a mistake on my part, honestly, as I didn't realise when I created Marianne Fawcett. She's the girl from Goblet of Fire that Snape caught snogging in a carriage with a Hufflepuff boy. There was only a last name, Fawcett, and I kinda didn't notice the similarity until it was too late to change it.

So, I can use a nickname or go back and change her name in every chapter. Let me know ...

NGL, Cho's mom is kinda...

What can I say? This is what I do instead of writing the next chapter. lol.

HPTD - CH 116 - Crying Over Pork Buns

Ben shoved his hands into his pockets as he strolled into the hospital wing.

Everyone was awake; he’d already treated them anyway. All Madam Pomfrey had to do was enervate them and fill their starved bellies.

Harry, Ron and Hermione were huddled together on a bed. Then there was a bed covered with curtains that Ben figured must be Lockhart’s, and at the end were Cho and Marianne’s beds.

More importantly, the room wasn’t crawling with angry parents. Just two.

Th...

Dobby

Here are 'I don't know how many' images of Dobby being cute. Time to change your wallpapers.

HPTD - CH 115 - Freedom by Frills

The doors flew open hard enough to rattle the hinges.

Lucius Malfoy swept inside, his cane tapped sharply, like the floor had personally offended him. Ben could see fury barely caged behind polished civility as he got out of his way.

"Ah. Mr Malfoy," said Dumbledore, as calm as a pond in winter. "What a surprise. I didn't expect company at this hour."

"You're back," Lucius spat. His eyes darted to Ben, narrowed, then returned to Dumbledore. "I heard the board had… reversed...

Lucius X Umbridge

There you go, Vick. Next up, Lucius X Dolores R18

SIKE.......

Guess what's about to happen in the next chapter

"Congratulations, you've won the prestigious Nothing Prize for correctly answering the most obscure and utterly irrelevant question! Nothing more fitting for such a truly remarkable achievement!"