A.N.: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the other characters that may or may not show up in this story. I do however own a recipe for an excellent cup of hot chocolate that might be mentioned a time or two. Now on with the story
Prologue
Well my name is Harry Potter. You might have heard of me. Hell you might even know me. I was called the "Boy-Who-Lived", "The Chosen One", "The Boy-Who-Lies", and the "Man-Who-Conquered". Let me tell you those are the most memorable nicknames that I got from the Wizarding World. They are also the ones that I hate the most. Well here is a little bit about me. I am seventeen, mate of a Veela, an extremely powerful wizard, and I am also an Angel/Devil hybrid. Bet that surprised you. I wasn't one originally but thanks to a meddling old goat fucker, and no I am not talking about Aberforth Dumbledore, I was then kidnapped some group who decided to modify me with the only known bit of angel and demon DNA to have been found. Makes me glad that Fawkes cried into that basilisk bite back in my second year at Hogwarts. I think this a tale you guys would like to hear isn't it? Well it all started after the incident in the graveyard during the third task of the Triwizard Tournament. I was placed into the Hospital Wing, like I usually am at or near the end of every year at Hogwarts. While I was there this time however I overheard this conversation between the Headmaster and Snape.
"Severus, I have managed to get ahold of a group from a different reality that says they can make young Harry into the weapon we need to defeat Voldemort." Dumbledore stated, while thinking that our hero, who is actually awake by the way, is asleep.
Well tell me what you think? I started to finally write this while I was drunk as a fucking skunk so please take that into account when you read it. Also enjoy the cliffhanger