In Harry Potter World As Madara Uchiha

Madara stood atop a hill overlooking the Forbidden Forest, his crimson Sharingan eyes scanning the distant outline of Hogwarts. The castle stood tall, illuminated under the moonlight, exuding an aura of ancient power.

He had been observing it for days, gathering knowledge of its defenses, the movement of its inhabitants, and the underlying magical barriers that protected it.

His previous encounters with the wizarding world had been enlightening. Magic, while vastly different from chakra, held its own complexities. He had taken wands from those he defeated, experimented with spells, and tested how his chakra could interact with magic. T

he results were promising. His ability to mold chakra gave him an edge, allowing him to manipulate magic in ways even wizards could not comprehend.

But now, it was time to take the next step. Hogwarts was the heart of this world's magic, and if he sought true understanding, he needed to go inside.

A rustle in the bushes behind him drew his attention. He turned slowly, his gaze meeting the fearful eyes of a young wizard clad in dark robes. The man trembled, gripping his wand tightly. It was another one of Voldemort's remnants—loyalists who still believed their Dark Lord would return.

"M-Madara Uchiha," the wizard stammered. "W-We were told about you. The others… they—"

"They were weak," Madara interrupted, stepping forward. The wizard flinched but didn't flee. Interesting. This one had more courage than the others.

"I have no quarrel with you," Madara continued, his voice measured. "But if you stand in my way, I will not hesitate to end you."

The wizard gulped. "I-I was sent to find you. There's someone who wishes to speak with you."

Madara raised an eyebrow. "Who?"

The wizard hesitated, then took a deep breath. "Draco Malfoy."

Madara considered the name. The Malfoys were influential, deeply connected to the old ways of wizarding society. If Draco sought him out, it meant he had something to offer. Perhaps information. Perhaps an alliance.

"Where?" Madara asked.

"The Three Broomsticks. Tomorrow night."

Madara gave a slight nod. "Go. Tell Malfoy I will come."

The wizard hesitated before Apparating away. Madara exhaled, turning his gaze back to the castle. He had no intention of blindly aligning himself with wizards, but he needed more knowledge.

If Malfoy had information, it was worth investigating.

The Three Broomsticks was lively, filled with students and patrons enjoying their drinks and food. Madara, wearing a long cloak to obscure his appearance, stepped inside and scanned the room.

It wasn't hard to find Draco. The young wizard sat in a corner booth, a hood drawn over his silver-blond hair.

Madara approached and sat across from him without a word. Draco tensed but composed himself quickly. He had changed from the arrogant boy depicted in the books. There was caution in his eyes, a sharpness that suggested he had learned the dangers of the world.

"I wasn't sure you'd come," Draco admitted.

"I'm here," Madara replied. "Speak."

Draco glanced around before lowering his voice. "You've made an impression. The Ministry is aware of you. There are rumors—some say you're a dark wizard unlike any before, others think you're a rogue experiment of the Dark Lord."

Madara smirked. "And what do you think?"

Draco hesitated. "I think you're something else entirely. And that makes you dangerous."

Madara leaned forward slightly. "Are you afraid?"

Draco's jaw tightened. "Cautious. There's a difference."

Madara nodded in approval. "Good. Now tell me—why did you call me here?"

Draco exhaled. "The world is changing. After the war, many wanted to believe that peace had been restored, but it hasn't. There are still factions, still remnants of those who want power.

The Ministry is cracking down, but they fear what they don't understand. And you? You're something they don't understand."

Madara listened, intrigued. He already knew that power dictated everything. This world was no different from his own.

"You have no allegiance, no history here," Draco continued. "That makes you unpredictable. But it also means you can choose your own path."

Madara remained silent for a moment before asking, "And what path do you suggest?"

Draco hesitated. "That depends. What do you want?"

Madara smirked. "Knowledge. Power. Control."

Draco sighed. "Then you'll need allies. Hogwarts holds knowledge, but the Ministry holds power. If you intend to claim both, you'll have to tread carefully."

Madara studied the young wizard. Draco was intelligent, pragmatic, and, most importantly, not blinded by ideology. He could be useful.

"What do you gain from this, Malfoy?" Madara asked.

Draco smirked slightly. "Survival. The ability to navigate the chaos that's coming."

Madara chuckled. "Clever. I'll consider your words."

Draco nodded. "Then we'll speak again."

Madara rose from his seat and walked toward the exit. He had much to consider. The Ministry was already aware of him, which meant they would come for him eventually.

Hogwarts held secrets he needed to uncover. And now, he had a potential ally in Draco Malfoy.

The path forward was uncertain, but one thing was clear—he would carve his own fate in this world, just as he had in the last.

With that thought, Madara disappeared into the night, his mind already formulating his next move.