Prologue.
"Tirion!"
"You hold a grim destiny in your hands brother, but it is not your own.."
"Bulvar!"
"By all that is holy.."
"The dragons flame, sealed my fate. The world of the living can no longer comfort me."
"place the crown upon my head Tirion. Forevermore, I'll be the jailor of the damned."
"No old friend, I can not-"
"DO IT TIRION! You and these brave heroes have your own destinies to fulfill."
"This last act of service.. is mine."
Tirion sighed and slowly raised his hands to place the crown upon Bulvar's head. But just as he was about to place it, it flashed away. Tirion could only stare confused at his empty hands.
When the mortal bearer of the lich king's soul finally died and left the world of the living, a raven-haired baby was born in another dimension.
At 1 year of age, the young boy was at the mercy of Voldemort's wand. The boy's mother was lying lifeless next to his crib, an expression of agony upon her face. As the green curse left the dark lords wand, and went for it's kill, a blue flash appeared around the young boy and slapped the killing curse back to it's owner. In the piercing shriek of pain, Voldemort's body was pulverized and later found by an old headmaster.
But what was the blue flash?
Inside Harry's mind…
Voldemort was staring in shock at the skeletal monstrosity that was guarding the brat's soul. When he was severed from his body and blown into the boy's body, he planned to the destroy the boy's soul and possess him.
He never got the chance.
"Who are you?" Voldemort asked, frowning at the sight of the giant pile of bones. 'If only I had my wand..'
"YOU WILL NOT TOUCH THE BOYS SOUL. HE IS DESTINED FOR SOMETHING GREATER THAN YOU COULD EVER IMAGINE." A loud screechy voice spoke. Voldemort flinched at the tone and then scowled at the skeleton. "Do you know who I am! I am lord Voldemor-"
He never got to finish his sentence. The skeleton struck and Voldemort's soul fragment including the knowledge of his younger years was absorbed by young Harry's soul.
I will let nothing happen to you… My liege.
I thought this was a funny idea to do. What do you think?
A little summary of what I'm planning. Arthas was not the true lich king, for he was mortal once. Harry was born with the true lich king's soul. I will skip the story to his 5th year, where the mayhem starts and harry figures out his origins.