chapter one

Harry tried to see the good in life but there was no good, not in his life. He raised his holly wand to his temple and said, "Avada Kedavra." A green light burst out of the wand and killed him.

Harry Potter died.

He left behind a fortune of gold that the Weasleys would squander.

He left behind all his research in various magicks that Hermoine would take and give to the department of mysteries, where she worked.

He left behind a legacy that would be unremembered.

It had been ten years after he defeated Voldemort. Ginny left him, said he was too dark. The order tried to capture him and chain him, but Harry killed anyone who tried, ruthlessly. The ministry sent aurors. Harry attacked back with a vengence, and destroyed the entire ministry building by himself.

The newspapers tried to make him out as the next dark lord, but Harry went and burned their printing press and killed the owners with no mercy. He tried to see the good in life but there was no good, not in his life. Everyone was out to get him, to get his money. He lived alone in a dark shabby flat and did research. He dwelved deep into the inner workings of magic, he did rituals that increased his speed and endurance, he commited to memory over ten thousand spells. In his flat he had two things: A bathroom, a room for study, and a gigantic library. He never slept.

His eyes had grown baggy and his features took on a sinister quality. His hair turned prematurely grey, his vivid green eyes lost its life and vitality. Harry lived for ten years in lonliness before he finally decided to end it. And the wizarding world will be glad for this, why wouldn't they? Everyone thought Harry was behind their troubles. If anything went wrong, such as losing international diplomacy points or goblins charging them tax, who did they blame?

"That bastard Potter! He did this! He ruined us!" Some would declare. "He was just in it for himself right from the beginning. Sure he killed You-Know-Who but that was only for himself because he wanted to take his place, yuh know what I mean?"

"I know what you mean," they would say back. "That Potter is out to rule, mark my words. He's worse than You-Know-Who. I knew him back at Hogwarts..."

"Is that right, Ron?"

"Yeah..."

Ron Weasley had been the most outspoken of Harry's enemies. Jealousy pure and simple had trapped him in its spider web and twisted him. The once best friend was now his worst enemy spreading libel and propoganda throughout the world.

Harry was bitter.

Hermoine Weasley... She was a spy, from Dumbledore, always reported his every action. And Dumbledore, the leader of the order of the phoenix, was nothing more than a manipulative bastard.

But those weren't the reasons Harry killed himself for.

He had found what he was looking for, that was why he killed himself. He had found out through tomes left in various archiogical finds. When people found magic tomes, harry was the first one on the scene. He would say...

"Bill Weasley," Harry said as he looked at Bill with a dead gaze. They were in front of the pyramids of Egypt. Behind Bill were his crew. "Give me the book."

"The book of death?" Bill exclaimed sharply. "Is that you Harry? Harry Potter?"

"My god," one of his crew said. "That's Harry bloody Potter."

"Give me the book, Bill, I won't repeat myself."

"Hell no, I found this-"

The entire crew was cut down to shreds in less than ten seconds. Harry moved so quickly, like lightning he casted spells, at least ten per second. Bill tried to raise a shield but it was cut down immediately.

When the aurors found them they would not be able to identify them.

Like that Harry Potter stole tomes and old books and painstakingly translated them. He obeyed no laws, any law officer who tried to restrain him was fair game to him. He obeyed nobody but himself... his inner slytherin mind that whispered things to him in the darkness. That told him what to do.

His name was Tom Riddle.

Harry had found a horcrux of Voldemort's. A golden medallion that he wore all the time, and Tom Riddle Jr was the only person who he conversed with. His only... not friend, not ally either. His only corrospondence. They were engaged in a bitter and epic battle of mind and wit that would last for all eternity.

Then Harry found the ritual of time, the one he could use to change everything, the one he could use to eradicate the entire time line. He obeyed the ritual's conditions... "Ten virgin hearts laid out in a circle, step into the circle, remove all clothes from your body and rinse yourself in virgin blood of children. Then chant the words, 'Gahrtsz Innio Kakrtu' and sacrifice yourself to the gods. Your sacrifice will be rewarded in any way you please."

The sky darkened, Lightning flashed in the distance as Harry Potter followed the ritual exactly. He chanted the words and the air filled with heavy ancient magic. He was naked except for the medallion hanging around his neck.

Then he pressed the wand to his temple, and killed himself.

Harry Potter and the horcrux dissapeared in a flash of brilliant white light. The ritual had worked...

Harry's greatest wish was granted.

He was back in time, when Harry Potter was only eleven years old.

But he was over thirty years old now, and he was naked, in the middle of London. He stole some clothing and money and acquired a house. Then he went about making a plan.

His plan was simple, find Quirrel, kill Quirrel, become the defence against the dark arts teacher and steal the philosopher's stone. And god help anyone who tried to stop him.

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