disclaimer: i do not own harry potter or any of the characters it is the property of j.k. Rowling Warner bros and other people she sold the rights to

merlins back

young Harry Potter was sitting in the little tower on the small island just off the coast of Plymouth awaiting his birthday like every other year but this year was different this was the year

things would change. as the watch struck midnight harry said happy birthday to himself grimly.

'Boom! BOOM! BANG!' the large door fell from its hinges letting in the rain and wind from the terrible storm in the doorways shadow stood a large man as he strode inside the lightning lit

up his face and then he spoke in a deep voice "sorry about that the bloody door wouldn't open" he then said as afterthought "hello Harry happy birthday" with a clear smile on his face

Hagrid explained about Hogwarts his parents death and magic Hagrid was so angry at the Dursley's not telling him the truth he'd given Dudley a pigs tail he told Harry tomorrow they'd

head towards Diagon alley and get his school equipment for him tomorrow morning.

Harry outwardly looked shocked and jubilant at finding out about all this but inwardly was smirking in such a way that it would make the Devil himself leery

Harry remembered from when he turned seven ....

today while running away from Dudley and his gang in the schoolyard he'd somehow ended up on the school roof and didn't know how it was one of those things that sometimes

happened around him like turning an angry teachers wig blue his Aunt had to collect him from school she berated him about his freakish things! when Vernon got home he shouted ten

times louder and asked him to explain himself Harry had foolishly answered.

"i don't know what happened it was just like Magic" Magic a word not even Dudley was aloud to use in the Dursley household his Uncle shouted loudly as his face went purple

"THERE'S NO SUCH THING AS MAGIC!" and slammed him head first into the kitchen wall as unconciousness was about to claim him he was shoved in his cupboard under the stairs

Harry's soul floated in a void of pure white no body, sound, smell, or touch he felt free and content like this place was just right.

as he was about to die something told him it was hard to describe in simple words more like intent that it wasn't time but by Harry accepting his death and coming to this place his spirit

touched another like his and fused as he woke knowledge of other places and hidden truths came to him and memories perfectly recalled from birth including the night his parents died

and he was placed with the Dursley's and Albus bloody Dumbledore he cried deeply in his cupboard under the stairs sadness for his parents and joy at the fact he wasn't a freak as his

relatives told him he remebered who he was once and from then on things were going to change he wasn't going to put up with it he said two words with venom in his voice

"Merlin's back!"