The Brotherhood

Chapter 1: A second chance

Disclaimer: Do u really need to be told? Oh well anyway, I don't own anything used in this story and no money being made from it.

AN: Me again! I started this story with only a vague idea of what I would write about so I may have to go back and make minor changes later on, nothing major or overly important to the story line though. Also because I am a student I suffer from a serious lack of spare time and have neglected my other stories. I might be willing to let someone else take one over if they interested. Just let me know. And now that I have wasted your time making u read this insanely long note, Enjoy chapter 1!

Harry Potter lay on a bed at a deserted inn near London. As he sat there he thought back to his past and to everything that had led him up to this point.

When he was 11 years old he had first learned about magic. In the following years he had gone on many adventures through the magical world with friends and seen the face of true evil. Lord Voldemort had tried to kill him throughout all his years at Hogwarts and had almost succeeded. In Harry's third year Voldemort had managed to resurrect himself and had begun a brutal civil war in the wizarding world. The war had ended with the destruction of the ministry and the deaths of many a good wizard. After the Dark Lord had seized power he began a rein of terror worse than any before. Half-blood and muggleborn witches and wizards were hunted down and imprisoned. The muggles themselves were all but exterminated in England.

Harry had fought with his friends against Voldemort but in the end he watched them all die one after the other. Even years of hard training and time spent learning every spell he could was simply too late to save them. That brought him to his current state, hiding out in an inn that very few even knew existed. Even though it had been several years since he had lost the last of his friends Harry still felt the loss. He lay on the bed with a bottle of Firewiskey in one hand and his wand in the other. The picture a misery, and it was the anniversary of Voldemort's rise to power no less.

Harry took another drink from the bottle and stared at his wand laying in his hand. "Fuck it all," He said miserably. He brought his wand to his temple and said the words that would end his own life. "Avada Kedavra." His lifeless body fell limply back onto the bed.

Harry Potter woke up in a large empty room. The dull gray walls stretched up several stories to a dome ceiling and passageways branched off from all sides of the chamber. Harry looked around cautiously, "Where the hell am I?"

"Not far from it actually Mr. Potter."

Harry whirled around toward the speaker. He was a nondescript man who seemed to be average in every way. The man had shoulder length gray hair, gray eyes, and wore a black suit. Harry didn't take his eyes off the man. "Where am I and who are you? I am supposed to dead."

The man smiled placidly, "You may call me the keeper, Death, or Marcus as is my actual name but people give me all kinds of titles not unlike yourself. You sir are in what most would call death's waiting room. To be honest we aren't really sure what to do with you at the moment but I assure that you very much dead."

Harry looked around the gigantic room again. "Who needs a waiting room this fucking big? You could fit Hogwarts in here."

Marcus kept his smile. "Well when the black plague struck we were swamped with people needing to be sent on their way. I remember one poor soul spent a year in here before we got to him. Poor bastard went to hell after all his waiting. But that's besides point, we are here to decide where your going Mr. Potter."

Harry gave the man a strange look. "Whats so hard to decide on? I'm dead now can please just flip a damn coin and send me on my way?"

"Mr Potter you should know by now that there is no such thing as luck. It is a fabrication of the human mind. Besides unless you brought some money with you we don't have a coin to flip. It's not we need a currency for anything around here."

Harry now gave the man an irritated look. He was certain the man was crewing with him for the fun of it. "Well if you cant make a decision send the hell back!" Harry shouted angrily.

The man got a thoughtful look on his face. "You know that's not a bad idea. We all know that Voldemort has broken the rules, He has lived long past when he should have died, and he has ended peoples lives long before they were due." He began to pace back and forth, "If you are willing I can send your mind back to inhabit the body of your past self. But if I do this you must promise me that you kill Voldemort this time. We can't undo all the damage he has caused but you can prevent many of the early deaths caused by his second rise to power."

"Wait, How is any of that even possible?"

"Magic of course Mr. Potter. Now do you agree to kill Voldemort in exchange for a second chance at life with your friends?"

"I though I already had to do that. Prophecy remember."

Marcus laughed in his face. "Hahahaha Mr. Potter prophecies are complete bullshit. You never had to kill him until now. The only actual prophecies are of the self fulfilling variety."

"And if I fail?"

"Then it's go directly to hell, do not collect your revenge and never see your loved ones again I'm afraid.

Harry adopted a look of fierce determination. "Alright you've got a deal, send me back and I will ensure that Voldemort is killed, and that has many people as possible are saved."

"Excellent Mr. Potter have a wonderful trip. I'll be in touch." With that Harry found himself surrounded by an intense white light. As the light increase he experienced agony worse than any cruciatus curse Voldemort could ever cast. Seconds later the pain sent him into unconsciousness.

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