I was inspired to write this story after reading Nightmares of Future's Past, Fate's Debt, and the Grey Maiden series. The article is written right after Deathly Hallows, when Voldemort kills Harry in the forest. Instead of Harry coming back to life, he's sent back in time. The story continues off of this.

Prologue:

The Daily Prophet, Special Edition.

Harry Potter, Undesirable Number One, Dead. Albus Dumbledore, avenged by former student, Lord Voldemort.

By Daily Prophet Correspondent Rita Skeeter.

Harry James Potter, 17, was killed late this evening by the Hogwarts Liberation Forces, led by Lord Voldemort. Voldemort, who had been attacked by Potter, killed the boy while defending himself from harm. He was gracious enough to give a small speech as his forces reached Hogwarts, which had been in an uproar. Minerva McGonagall, former Headmistress, has been sentenced to Azkaban on charges of using an unforgivable on a fellow Professor. She and Potter led the rebellion to overthrow the esteemed Headmaster, the late Severus Snape, who managed to alert Lord Voldemort before his untimely demise. Thus, our school and its students were saved from harm. Here is what Lord Voldemort had to say:

"It is with great regret that I speak to you today. I was forced to kill a young man today, a pureblood who could have had a bright future. But I cannot say that it wasn't the right thing to do. I can sleep at ease now, knowing that I avenged the death of my mentor, Albus Dumbledore. I hope that we can all stand together in these dark times and build a new future, rising from the ashes to band together and recreate a Wizarding World our ancestors would be proud of. My ancestor, Lord Salazar Slytherin, with the help of three noble purebloods, was able to create the greatest School of Magic in the History of the World, Hogwarts. I only hope to follow in his hallowed footsteps. It is time to bring the purebloods back to where we belong, in the upper echelon of society, and to remain proud and true to our heritage."

Lord Voldemort was unanimously elected to be the first Supreme Chancellor of Great Britain, a couple of hours following this rousing speech. We can only hope the world he helps us build will meet the expectations that our ancestors had for us. The Daily Prophet would like to ask our readers to take a moment and bow their heads in memory of the late Albus Dumbledore.

Lord Voldemort read the article, and was pleased. Harry Potter was finally taken care of, and he had finally accomplished what Grindelwald and previous Dark Lords had not: Great Britain was his.

As he set the paper down, however, he suddenly had a raging headache. His Death Eaters stared at him in concern, but Voldemort let out an inhuman howl of fury, and the last thing they heard him say before he lost consciousness was one word: Potter.

Harry Potter was one person who could attest to the fact that fate is a bitch. Harry Potter survived again, only he was living seven years in the past.

"Potter, Harry!"

Unconsciously, Harry stepped forward and heard whispers breaking out around him.

"Potter, did she say?"

"The Harry Potter?"

He was thrust into a chair and a hat was placed on his head.

"Hmm," began a small voice in his ear.

Suddenly he felt a searing pain in his forehead.

"Difficult. Very difficult. Plenty of courage, I see. Not a bad mind either. There's talent, oh my goodness, yes─ and a nice thirst to prove yourself, now that's interesting…So where shall I put you?"

The dominant feeling in Harry at the moment was complete and utter confusion. He heard a voice in his head. He assumed it was the Sorting Hat. It was supposed to sort him right? He hoped he wasn't in Slytherin. He heard the voice continue talking. He decided to call the voice the hat, since that was the only thing that had changed. Magic was still very strange and foreign to him. But he heard three different voices. And even for the magical world, that was probably still strange.

"Why are you still alive, Harry Potter?"

"You really thought you could win, Voldemort? It's not over."

"Where to put you…"

Harry grabbed at his head. So many different voices inside it, he felt like his mind was ready to burst.

"We're at the Sorting?"

Future-Harry took it in stride. "Gryffindor, of course."

"You could be great in Slytherin, you know. It's all here. In your head."

Harry began to wonder if he was really a freak like his relatives had always claimed. It scared him. He just wanted whatever was happening to be over with.

"Slytherin is the greatest of all four houses."

"Slytherin seems to be the best fit. Well that's settled."

The personalities in his mind didn't disappear. They grew stronger, and began yelling at each other. Harry hoped that everything would just end right away. In his mind, he was able to see two figures fighting, and then one of them seemed to stumble, and he was blasted into a corner and encaged in something. Harry wondered if he was having a flashback to some movie Dudley watched as the fight continued. He also wondered if he maybe had multiple personalities. Maybe that really was why they always called him a freak. Then he remembered the Sorting Hat, mostly because it began to speak.

"Better be SLYTHERIN!"