Full Name: Thomas Joseph Gallo

Nickname: Tommy

Age: 12

Height: 4' 8"

Weight: 120lbs

From: Little Italy, New York

Residence: London, England

School Clothes:

Casual Clothes:

Personality: Loyal, caring, humble, funny, friendly, laid-back, serious when he needs to be, aggressive when he needs to be, protective

Allies: Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Minerva McGonnagall (family friend), Marie Gallo (aunt), Molly and Arthur Weasley

Enemies: Draco Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle, Professor Snape

Love Interest: Hermione Granger

~Story~

Before Harry Potter was even around, or The Boy Who Lived defeated He Who Shall Not Be Named, Gallo was a hell of a name. I can tell you that. My dad was muggleborn and when he got accepted to Hogwarts, he was on the way and went with my grandparents' permission.

Even though my father was muggleborn, he was pretty good at magic where his courage got him placed in Gryffindor, where he met his future wife, a Hufflepuff, who is a witch and a Pureblood, and seven years later, they got together and had me.

A year later, I was abandoned and my dad's sister, Marie, a half-blood, took me in, who was also a former student, placed in Gryffindor. She taught me how to cast spells and charms growing up, but I don't remember much of it.

Matter of fact, I don't remember all of it, but I knew some spells and charms that helped me later on. I mean, I had Harry Potter and Ron Weasley, my two best friends watching my ass, and there was Hermione Granger, the girl I loved the most.

In the end, we won it all. It was so sweet too, and it would be the last time that wizards like us would face something that threatened Humanity, both the Wizarding world and muggle world, ever again.

By the time Hogwarts came around in my life, I had to make sure that everyone tries not to piss me off about anything, especially that Malfoy prick Draco and his son of a bitch parents. They were Purebloods and they thought they were better than everyone else, which they aren't.

I mean, the Malfoys got people from both worlds so mad at them, Hitler could've walked through the door and he'd be welcomed with open arms!

They pissed everyone the hell off, and they had so much hate that nobody wanted nothing to do with them, except the Minister of Magic of course, because he would suck the foreskin off Lucius' dick no matter what!

The best wizards, at least from my knowledge, are the ones who put people first before themselves, they're humble, and they do anything for other people, wizarding world or not.

Take the Weasleys for example.

They're the type of family that everyone would love to be friends with as Hermione would be the one muggleborn they never saw differently, and we'll get to that sometime, but I wanna set the stage for what we're about to deal with in our first year of Hogwarts and going forward.

Now, the Wizarding World? Who could resist? It's so majestic that I felt like I deserved to be in this world. It had all the good things like butterbeer, books, spells, curses, and Professor Albus Dumbledore, who turned out to be friends with my grandfather, way before my dad was a part of the mob in Little Italy.

My Aunt Marie took me in and got to work on teaching me the ways of magic before I went to Hogwarts.

To me, Hogwarts is the place to wash away bad memories because whenever I think about my dad and mom dropping me off to my aunt's house, I made sure to find some way to stop myself from bursting into tears. Hogwarts and my aunt were always there for me.

Whenever I needed to vent, I'd go to Dumbledore, McGonnagall, or Hagrid. Sometimes my friends, but knowing Ron, I know he wouldn't want to listen because of his thick skull.

And all of the venting would go to the one place that I feel safe, the Holy of Holies, Hogsmeade.

Now this place was for Purebloods, Half-Bloods, and Muggleborns, even I didn't think that it would have great restaurants and small stores, but it was all there just for me to get things off my mind, that's for sure.

There were so many fuckin' stores and pubs, you could basically turn this place into a shopping mall. And the best part is almost all of the muggles from the normal world don't know what the fuck is going on. Today it looks up and running, right? Right.

The Three Broomsticks is what I recommend the most: good people, good butterbeer, good food. It was also where I got with Hermione, but I'll tell you more about that later.

If you have a craving for sugar, I'd personally recommend Honeydukes. They have the best sweets for anyone, magical or not. And it's all thanks to the antique that runs the store and the employees who run every other place they'd be in business for, somehow they'd be working hard.

Now, look at these people, they seem to know what they're doing with keeping their customers happy, making €5 per hour just to live, who'd want to bother them?

I mean, God forbid, they should make a mistake and forget to kill themselves, same with Malfoy and his family of pigs.

Before we get to how we defeated You-Know-Who, you must know how all of this came about, so let's get into it.

(A/N: Everything you're seeing is not only a remake of my original Harry Potter series, it's also improved as well.

Yes, I know, I'm aware of Hermione as the love interest being overdone and overused, but I hope you guys can give me a chance and try to make it work by the time I plan on publishing it.

I also wanna make it all clear that this is a tribute to the Harry Potter actors and actresses we've lost as of late: John Hurt, Robbie Coltrane, Helen McCrory, Sir Michael Gambon, and just now, Dame Maggie Smith.

The republishing of this series is a tribute to all of them as you can tell, and I want that to mean something. If it isn't, then I don't know what is.

Lest I forget, I learned that Wattpad's been taking down Harry Potter fanfics because of copyright reasons and it's pretty evident that Jackoff Killjoy Rowling has a hand in it, so if you guys don't see this book or the entire series at some point, don't blame me, blame Turd Sandwich since she wants to ruin the fun of everyone because she simply can't help herself.

Anyway, if you liked this profile, let me know and I'll see you imbreds and librarians later!)