Neko_himiya

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Author's Note:

This story is written with the help of an AI (Aria), who generates the chapters based on the user's ideas and direction. While the plot is original, the writing style and execution come from an AI assistant. Read at your own discretion!


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Synopsis:

Reincarnating into the Harry Potter universe should have been a dream come true. But for [FMC's Name], it was a playground for chaos.

Gifted with a magic ability that lets her steal anything without anyone realizing it’s gone, she turned the wizarding world upside down—stealing the Philosopher’s Stone, dismantling Voldemort’s plans, and leaving even Dumbledore utterly baffled.

By the time she left Hogwarts, history had been rewritten beyond recognition.

But her journey doesn’t end there.

With nothing left to challenge her, she sets her sights on a new magical world—one just as full of legends, prophecies, and untold power.

And once again, no one will ever suspect a thing.


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The Phantom Thief of Fate

Year Five at Hogwarts was supposed to be awful.

The Ministry sent Dolores Umbridge—a pink menace—who would turn the school into a dictatorship.

Torture students with a blood quill.

It was supposed to be the worst year ever.

Before the school year even started, I took a little trip to the Ministry.

Finding Umbridge was disgustingly easy—she was in her office, sipping tea, probably thinking about how much she hated non-human creatures.

With a single touch, I yoinked her.

Not to another location. Not even to some secret hideout.

An empty, timeless space where she couldn't bother anyone.

But she had no idea where she was.

Step Two: Enjoy Hogwarts' Best Year Ever

When the Hogwarts Express arrived, everyone expected the usual Sorting Hat song, Dumbledore's announcements, and the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.

Dumbledore stood up and said, "This year, I will personally be handling Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"This is amazing!" Seamus grinned.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione stared in shock.

Even Dumbledore looked a little confused, like he hadn't expected this outcome.

Meanwhile, I was eating mashed potatoes, trying not to laugh.

No Blood Quills. No Dictatorship. Just Vibes.

With Dumbledore teaching DADA, things were… smooth.

No ridiculous Educational Decrees.

Harry even got to practice Patronus charms without breaking school rules.

Even Hermione—who normally questioned everything—finally gave up and enjoyed the peace.

"It's just… so nice," she admitted one day.

Ron nodded. "Yeah, but I keep waiting for something terrible to happen."

I smiled. "Maybe this is just a lucky year?"

Harry sighed in relief. "For once, I actually believe that."

Voldemort's Plan? Completely Ruined.

Without Umbridge, Voldemort's plan to control the Ministry collapsed.

There was no reason for students to rebel.

There was no reason for Harry to have nightmares about the Department of Mysteries.

Just… a completely normal school year.

Somewhere, Voldemort was probably having a crisis.

By the end of the year, Dumbledore was fully convinced reality was breaking.

His usual "twinkling eyes" look had turned into deep concern.

But every time he looked at me, it was like he was trying to solve a puzzle.

One day, as I left the Great Hall, he casually said, "Miss [FMC], you have quite the talent for remaining unnoticed."

Then smiled. "Thank you, Professor."

His expression didn't change. "It was not a compliment. It was an observation."

Time to start planning for Year Six.

Next up? Horcrux hunting. Because oh boy, am I about to mess up everything.

The Year of No Umbridge