2nd Time Around, It Better Be The Last

by princemaincoon

Harry has died, plain and simple. Now Fate has a plan to send the Wizard world reeling. WARNING: Contians mentions of Child Abuse. Will contain lemons in later chapters. Nobody under 18 allowed to read this I make no money off of this, all characters are J.K Rowlings', I just made the plot.!SmartHarry!ManipulativeDumbles!CreatureHarry!GreyHarry Will contain !WeasleyBash !DumbleHate

1. Chapter 1

Language Key:

Actions

Thoughts

"Spoken Dialogue."

Incantations

Telepathy

Chapter 1: You mean to tell me…

An thin and malnourished 11 year old named Harry James Potter sat huddled in a pile of rags, in the broom cupboard. Well at least today is my birthday, He though miserably, only 7 more years until I can leave. Little did this boy know it would be much sooner than that. Outside across the street a man and a woman, dressed in a white, silky smooth, robe with average build, and the man in a jet black 3 piece suit with a slightly more muscular physique.

"He should have never gone to these infernal bastards, Dea, he shouldn't have even known them!" The woman's voice was like the singing of a beautiful angel, layered with angelic soprano, and sweet alto notes, cried in outrage. "I know Fae, I know." Said the man, whose voice was layered with rich baritone and rumbling bass. "And we plan to change that."

BOOM BOOM BOOM! The old cupboard door rattled on its hinges. "Boy, if you don't get up right now and fix us breakfast, I will beat you so horridly that your whore of a mum and piss pot of a dad wont be able to recognize you!" The angry, coarse voice of his "Uncle" Vernon assaulted his ears. Harry ran to the kitchen and started to fix 3 plates of a full course English breakfast. "Remember, Freak, none for you until dinner!" The high, nasally voice dripping with contempt said to him. "Yes, my most luxurious , kind, and charitable Aunt Petunia." Harry replied with sarcasm. "What did you say, boy?!" Vernon cried out while rushing the small boy.

Panicking Harry only thought one thing before his Uncle reached him: Shit. With a roar lie a bull a hand came hard across Harrys face, knocking him to the ground. With a scream of pain Harry hit Vernon with the pan full of bacon. CRACK! The pan had hit Vernon in the ribs, but with not enough force to stop the 300+ Lbs. whale rushing him. "This is what we get after taking you in and give you scraps off our table, clothes off of our backs, and a place to sleep? I'll do what I should have done a long time ago!" Vernon's angry voice breaks out. He beats poor Harry until he doesn't move. That should keep the Freak still while I finish my food. Vernon thought. Harry never moved.

Until he was suddenly transported into a room with clocks and skulls in the room. Whoever owns this place sure has a strange sense of decorating. "Welcome, Harrison James Potter." The voice of a man dressed in a jet black 3 piece suit said. "I am Death.