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Chapter 1: Resurrection
Tom Riddle, the most powerful dark wizard to have ever lived, has been defeated. The-Boy-Who-Lived is now the Boy-Who-Conquered; he is the savior of the light, the greatest light wizard known to the wizarding world and around this world in every pub the people cheer his name. Celebrations were being held all over Britain to honor their savior, their hero and idol for saving them and finally ending the nightmare that was Voldemort. Men wishing to be him while women wish to spend some quality time with him. Through all this praising that the world was giving, no one cared that their savior was on the verge of death.
No one cared that in this war he had lost so much. His wife killed in the midst of battle, his two best friend tortured and left to bleed to death in their home, the only family he ever knew completely wiped out, the two men that have been like Fathers to him are dead and the Order of the Phoenix suffered heavy loses. No one cared that their Savior, hero and idol lays in a bed at St. Mungo's slowly dying for no apparent reason.
The healers at St. Mungo's are baffled. There should be no reason for him to die. He is in perfect health, excellent shape and his magical core is no where near drained. It was quite the contrary, measuring his magical power; the healers were shocked at how much power this 20 year old wizard possessed. The only problem they could find was the residue of 7 magical barriers that limited his power, which was another shocker since it has never been done. Their Savior had managed to destroy all these barriers in the heat of battle and he had not been drained. This wizard was summed up in one word: unbelievable. Yet, here he was, in a bed in St. Mungo's dying with no reason why.
Healer Kirk has been known to be the best at what he does. There is no case that he can not handle, but here he is, racking his brain as to the reason his patient is dying. He has used all possible diagnostic spells and they all show green, meaning he is perfectly healthy.
"Why are you dying Harry?" asked Healer Kirk to no one in particular.
"Healer Kirk, has there been any progress? Will he survive?" asked a voice from behind.
"No minister. He is going to die and I don't know why. It is like he lost the will to live. There is nothing more I can do Kingsley."
"I understand Healer. It is actually very understandable that he has no will to live. Look at what he has been through. His wife and best friends are dead. All his family has died. He has no reason to stay connected to this world. I just hope this poor man finds happiness in the next world. No one deserves it more than him."
"I agree with you Kingsley. It is just so sad. So young and powerful; the Potter name is going to die out. I just hope that his battle will not be in vein and that some serious changes are going to happen so that no Voldermort heir rises to power. We must live in peace in order to remember him" Said Healer Kirk, while sitting next to his patient with his hands over his face looking weary.
The dark skinned Minister with a very deep and commanding voice step toward the bed and rest his hand on that scar that marked young Harry Potter and slowly worked to take everything away.
"I will do everything in my power to do this! I swear it as the Minister of Magic. No other boy will suffer like this."
With a sigh the healer did another diagnostic spell. "Time of death: 3:00 am on Friday, May 31, 2002."
Silence.
"Rest in Peace. Harry Potter."
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"Harry, wake up my grandson."
The raven haired young man slowly regained consciousness. Before he opened his eyes all that has happened slowly played over in his mind. The sight of his dead wife, Riddle's severed head, the Weasley's slaughtered in their own home. Ron and Hermione tortured and left to bleed to death. How he tortured Bellatrix Lestrange for revenge. After it all flushed through his mind, tears of sadness streaked down his face. However, despite his memories he was calm. He knew he was dead.
"Harry, wake up we need to talk."
Sigh 'If I'm dead' he thought 'then why am I still aware of things, and who is it that keeps calling my name?' Slowly, as if to answer his own questions, Harry opened his eyes and sat up. He was amazed by what he saw. He was in a meadow where a small cottage with a garden stood next to a river. 'Such a beautiful place' he thought.
"Harry, I can't tell you how happy I am to finally meet you grandson."
There was no murderous intention in this voice, only calm and happiness. He knew he was safe. He knew he didn't have to fight anymore. He was, in fact quite curious to meet his grandfather, so he turned around to meet a man, slightly taller than him, with long white hair and a white gotee. He had wise brown eyes and wore Gryffindor colored robes.
The curiosity getting the better of him. Harry asked "Who are you sir?"
The old man laughed. "You lived in my house at Hogwarts and you don't recognize me?" He chuckled. "Ill enlighten you then…My name is Godric Gryffindor and you Harry are my heir."
To say he was shock would be an understatement. He was the heir of Gryffindor. 'GREAT' he thought 'Another title to add…hmm…wonder If I can tell Hogwarts to open up.' This thought caused a smile to his face.
Godric look amused at his heir. He knew they had a lot to discuss, but as he sat there and looked at the man, the most powerful wizard to ever live, he couldn't help but be proud and happy about what he was going to tell and offer him. 'Maybe there is still hope for his happiness…At least I hope' he thought.
"Harry we have a lot to discuss please let us sit here on the grass and be comfortable" with this they both sat and magically two bottles of butterbeer appeared in their hands.
"Excuse me, sir, but where are we?"
"We are in Limbo, Harry. Neither alive nor dead. The reason I have brought you here is because I need to explain certain events to you. Like why the prophecy chose you, and about other stuff that would take to long to list off. Once I'm done with that, I will offer you a choice as to what you can do with your new found knowledge." Said Godric before taking a sip of his butterbeer.
"So I will finally get some answers as to why all this information was hidden from me?"
"Yes Harry, you will… Now I already told you the reason you were chosen by the prophecy. You see, everyone thinks Salazar is a bad wizard and that he left after we fought. That is a lie. Salazar is one of my best friends and the only argument we had was over the pure blood only incident. He actually married a muggle woman that changed his whole perspective on things. So you see when Riddle was attacking muggles saying it was his role to purify, Salazar asked me to help him defeat this man that was running the Slytherin name in the dirt. I knew you were going to be born, so I gave you all my power. Also seeing as how powerful you already were, this made you near invincible. Alas, I didn't expect the murder of your parents and Riddle finding out about the prophecy so early on. However, it is crucial that you understand how powerful you are. Let me put it this way, Merlin's power and my power make up for 45 of you total magical core. You, Harry, are the most powerful wizard to have ever lived."
This cant be true. If it were than he would have won easily. "but sir, that would mean that I wouldn't have had trouble at all fighting, but I did. So that doesn't make sense."
Godric looked saddened since he knew he was about to tell the mistakes of a great man. "Harry, I need you to understand something, what I'm about to tell you are the mistakes Albus Dumbledore made regarding your upbringing. I must insist that you not hate or resent him because if it was me or any other person that cared for you so much that they sacrifice everything to keep you safe, I would have done the same. Now I know Albus tends to play the puppet master role, but trust me, he kept that at a minimum concerning you."
Harry looked angry. He suddenly got up, spilling his butterbeer but he did not care. How this man can tell him to trust and forgive Dumbledore for all the pain he caused him and all the secrets he kept that led him to witness many deaths. Now he sits there and tells me that he has made more mistakes that I don't know about. "HOW CAN YOU SAY THAT!!!??? HE PUT ME WITH THE DURSLEYS AND I HAD TO SUFFER FOR 11 YEARS. HE KEPT THE PROPHECY FROM ME. HE PUSHED ME AWAY WHEN I NEEDED THE MOST HELP. AND NOW YOU SIT THERE AND TELL ME HE HAD SOMETHING TO DO WITH MY POWER, THAT I NEEDED BY THE WAY, AND YOU ASK ME NOT TO BE ANGRY." Harry's voice almost cracked from the strain he was putting.
Sitting back down he continued but in a lower voice "because of him I lost everything, I lost the war because of his stupid plan. If I see him again here in the afterlife, ill probably hit him in the nose then greet him."
Godric let out a chuckle "I agree with you. He told you mostly everything in your 5th year but he didn't tell you about the 7 barriers on your magical core which is unheard of. He took 85 of your power and you still managed to be ahead of most of the students and Riddle's equal. You see the reason he did it was he was afraid you would be destroyed with so much power. I honestly believed that was a stupid decision but there was nothing I could do." He continued after taking a drink of his butterbeer. "However, you noticed that during the final battle, after your wife, you know, that your power increase exponentially. The anger and pain you felt was strong enough to destroy all the barriers. So now you are at your full power."
"That explains why Tom was nothing when I killed him and all his death eaters." Harry sighed. "I'm sorry grandfather, I'm a murderer. I disgraced the name Potter and Gryffindor." He looked down in shame.
"SHUT UP!!!" Godric, never one to show anger, was amazed at this childs stupidity. "How did you expect to win without killing. Were you just simply going to stun while the death eaters raped and slaughtered innocent people? That would be a foolish decision. I fought for the light, so did Salazar and Albus and we killed when we had to. We didn't like it but we did it. I have never used an unforgivable, they destroy the soul and I don't expect you to use it either but I did kill and I expect you to do the same. Harry, we are warriors of light that kill in order to protect and save lives, while evil wizards such as the death eaters kill to have fun, for a sport. They wouldn't hesitate to kill their own if they stand in their way. Understand, we only kill during war to protect, never do we raise our weapons against innocent. Does that make sense?"
How can he have been so stupid. Godric was right. If he had killed he could have saved Sirius, he could have prevented from Riddle's army getting such high numbers, he could have gave the light a better chance. What was the point in stunning, when the death eaters were freed from Azkaban weeks after by Riddle himself. How could he still believed that he didn't have to taint his hands with blood when the Order's numbers were decreasing and the death eaters were increasing. 'I'm such an idiot' he thought.
"I completely agree Granddad but what does it matter now, I killed them all already, I beat him and now I'm dead, there is nothing more I can do."
Godric chuckled to himself. "That is where my proposal comes in." He finished off his butterbeer and banished the empty bottle. "You see, I cannot have my heir lose everything and die so young with so much to look forward to. Your parents agree, actually this was their suggestion. I want to give you another chance to live Harry, to change your pass and be happy. If you decide to do this, you will go back with your current knowledge and power to the time you were 4 years old. I can not save your parents from death, that has to happen."
"But why when I'm 4 years old?" asked Harry confused.
"Simple. It was the time when your power started to flow from your body and Albus placed the barriers. I want you to go back and make the changes that you need to be happy. Free Sirius, tell Albus what you know, duel him if you have to and don't let him manipulate you; fight for what you want Harry. Don't ignore your wife this time, befriend the Weasleys early on. Destroy the death eaters and Riddle as soon as you get the chance and live happily. That is what I'm offering you. But there is a catch before I do this; if you accept."
"What's the catch then Granddad."
"I must finish your training, I must finish teaching you wandless magic, teach you different ways to fight without a wand, and give you the knowledge to bring peace through out all magical races when you become the Savior of the wizarding world. Tell me Harry, do you agree?"
Thoughts of what his future could hold. He could now have Ginny all he had to do was fight to make her fall in love with him. He could save so many lives. He could unmask so many enemies sooner, destroy the Horcruxes early on and destroy Riddle as soon as he shows his face. He could free Sirius and escape the Dursley. He had to take this chance. To right all the wrong in his past. "I'll do it. When do we start training?"
"Now's a good a time as any…show me what you can do my heir"
Learning amazing new magic, along with stuff he never thought possible, Harry Potter traveled back to his childhood to change and seek his happy ending. He wont be pushed around. He already planned how to disable most of Riddle's operations and how to free Sirius and meet with his future wife. He was ready. He was the Warrior of Light that would save the World and bring it into prosperity and peace.
Author's note: This story is just my imagination running wild. Always wanted a super power Harry that didn't take crap from anyone so here he is. If any one likes the story and wants to help me out with some grammar and ideas just email me. Thanks
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