You are suddenly filled with a tingling sensation as you appear in a large room filled with comfortable looking furniture and strange decorations. You are then, suddenly forced down into a comfortable chair by some unknown force, blinking in confusion you make out the form of what appears to be a white anthropomorphic/humanoid two tailed fox with ice blue markings, the fox is dressed in baggy black tracker bottoms and dark blue t-shirt with a Chinese dragon depicted surrounding the words bad to the core, said fox also appears to be smirking at you. The fox then snaps his fingers and a screen appears in front of you. The fox then starts to fade away, leaving you locked in the room, with no visible way out, maybe if you read whatever's on the screen and review it he will let you out?

Zero here, be kind and review, say what's good and bad, criticise and tell me how to make it better, give me ideas for future chapters, but don't flame, do not say things with the intent to hurt and do not say how the story is bad unless you say how to fix and improve the parts you think don't work.

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"Hello" –speaking
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Depression.

It was a cold feeling yet hot. His Mind frozen in denial, and his Body burnt with grief.

Dead.

Hollow yet angry, sad yet dull, empty and lifeless.

Sirius.

His throat was dry but for the bile that crept up his throat, its acidic taste that spoke of sadness and sorrow.

Sirius was dead.

Anger

The only adult who gave a damn about him, Harry! And not the bloody boy who lived, he'd cared, he'd trusted Harry he'd believed in him Sirius loved him!

And yet he was dead, he saw it, again and again every night, each becoming worse than the last.

Sirius.

Bellatrix's high pitched cackling, the spell leaving her wand, Sirius's face, that shocked and haunted look before everything faded away, gone, beyond the veil.

Reflection

He remembered the first time he'd saw Padfoot, that night when he'd run away and the big black dog that had scared him so much.

A chuckle escaped his lips, hollow and lifeless. That year had gone by so fast and was almost calm compared to the others, he'd gained something that year instead of the usual loss, no looking back, it had definitely been his best year, and that was really quite sad.

"boy be quite!" the Dursleys another stain on his life, they'd spent years trying to beat the magic out of him, to make him submissive and humble, willing to do anything for freedom, in some ways they'd succeeded, yet he no longer cared, there was no point.

Understanding

He knew that Sirius had sometimes mistook him for his father, but for the hell of it, the man had spent 12 years in Azkaban, there had to have caused some problems, and for all he loved Remus he couldn't help but feel betrayed by him as well, where was he while I was growing up, off vacationing in the Himalayas?, speaking of that were was Dumbledore? The one who put him there in the first place? For goodness sake he had miss fig watching over him, he had to know what is was like, what they were like, and yet still nothing happened.

Longing

His friends as much as he loved them they could be... well his patience was wearing thin and considering his life with the Dursleys that was saying something. Hermione bless her soul had sent him plenty of food when she could, but that had become less frequent now that she had been ordered to stop mailing him, she had always been a sucker for rules and authority her weakness... he understood, it was just in her nature, though it helped that she had sent him a nice apology bassist, she had even included a couple of treacle tarts!, was it any wonder he forgave her?

Ron well he wasn't really sure about him any more, not since Hedwig had returned with his letter, the Dursleys had caught that one and had locked Hedwig up in her cage, something that she was certainly not happy about, fortunately or unfortunately Dudley had also managed to scamper off with the chocolates before his parents noticed, Harry been mad at first but then... well when your cousin comes downstairs the next morning mumbling how he was in love with a small red-headed girl that he'd never met before things start to add up.

Revelations

When Fawkes had flashed in and given him a letter, something snapped in harry and he knew it truly was the final straw, that letter from Dumbledore had sparked anger deep inside of him, beyond anything he'd ever felt into Harry.

Dear Harry

I do so hope that your summer is going well now that the order has talked to your aunt and uncle.

Of course not and he still had several bruises and broken bones caused from that 'talk'.

You should know Sirius died doing what he wanted to, protecting you and battling death eaters in a blaze of glory, and as such you should not blame yourself for this tragedy.

Did he blame himself? Sure he had at first, but then he'd sat down and actually thought about it and realised that there were people who were to blame far more then himself, who knew being locked in the cupboard under the stairs again would actually help him?

kreature, it was his bloody fault that he'd went to the ministry at all, if he hadn't lied Sirius would still be here!

Voldemort, he was the route of nearly all his troubles why should this be any different?

Umbridge- his fifth year was a wreck, along with the annual murder attempt, he also had deal with that toad of a woman around every corner, adding to the unrest he had already felt towards the ministry. Maybe if she hadn't interfered Sirius may well be alive, and maybe he could have had a normal year for once.

Bellatrix- she was surprising actually, in that he dint blame her as much as he'd thought sure she had ended up killing his godfather but, now that he thought about it they'd been playing they'd been using stunner's and disarming hex's for merlin's sake, what type of fighting was that! Though he did blame her she did cause Sirius to fall into the veil after all,

Snape, years one and onward, add to the fact that if he'd just get over his stupid grudge with his father and taught him Occlumency properly in the first place, Sirius may well still be alive.

And then there was Dumbledore, he had lost a lot of respect for him over the last year and finally started to see him in a different light.

Dumbledore was a respected light wizard, defeater of dark lord Grindelwald and the esteemed headmaster of Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry.

He was also the one who repeatedly stuck him with the Dursleys, hid the prophecy from him, had known of his abuse for years and still had done nothing about it, hide the bloody philosopher's stone in Hogwarts, and let his godfather to rot in Azkaban and likely a whole host of other problems.

I also wish to inform you that due to Sirius death, grimace place is no longer usable for the order, due to this I'm afraid that you will have to stay with your aunt and uncle indefinitely, though it is my grate pleaser to inform you that professor Snape has happily agreed to resume his Occlumency lessons.

Due to the urgency of this situation, I feel that it is best that these lessons start as soon as possible so I have come to an agreement with professor Snape, that he shall pay you a visit at your home, every afternoon from the start of the new week till the start of term.

Do try to stop antagonising professor Snape; he is only trying to help you.

It should also be noted that you may be receiving a letter to Sirius will reading, it is imperative that you do not leave the company of your aunt and uncles loving care, and I shall forwarded to you any items you shall receive for the reading.

I hope you have a pleasant summer.

Professor Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, Order of Merlin, First Class, and Grand Sorcerer, Founder and Secret Keeper of the Order of the Phoenix; Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards ; Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot.

O hell no there was absolutely no way that Harry was going to let Snape, mind rape him again, and taunt him about Sirius murder he could see it now 'Potter still snivelling over your pathetic excuse for a godfather, good because you have no idea how satisfying it will be to make you watch it over and over again' Harry shuddered at that though it was something Snape was likely to do.

He glanced at the letter again rereading that last section once again, picking out the double meanings in it, something that the Dursleys had taught him; a sudden laugh escaped him as he imagined the Dursleys looks if he told them that.

First of Dumble's was blaming Sirius for them not being able to use grimace place and as punishment for something, probably destroying half Dumble's office, he was getting locked up again.

There was also the fact that there were other casualties, friends that he'd cared about, they'd also died and yet Dumbledore had seen fit to mention them, discarding them like a chess master does his pawns.

Dumble's also wanted to see what was in his head, never mind his privacy, and was rewarding his pet by letting Snape torcher him; he was also blaming him for Snape's pettishness.

There was also something that the headmaster did not want Harry to hear, or get at the will reading and so had forbidden him from going, and to top it all off he acts like a benevolent fool and tells him to have a good time in hell.

Well the old coot could shove it, he was going to Gringotts for that will-reading or his name wasn't Harry James Potter.

2 days latter

Harry growled in frustration tomorrow was his deadline and he still hadn't been able to escape, tonks had caught him on the first day, Fred on the second, and while both had been apologetic and sworn not to tell the others about his 'dashing escape' as Fred so casually put it, he was still no closer to his goal.

George was on duty again today and he thankfully was discreetly helping Harry finish his gardening with magic, well he was in till he tried pulling up one of aunt petunia's prize petunia's and harry had hurriedly tell him to stop, now through he had to listen to him munch on sweets and candy while he worked. He was starving and now he had to listen to twin no 1.

Almost as if to empathise this point, His stomach started growling, hoping to at least shut the ginger menace to shut up Harry chucked a small stone in the menaces general direction, only to spin around in shock as he heard something heavy impact on the ground.
What he found was the half visible form of George weasley collapsed on the grass, a small red bump already forming on his head, which was likely to be where the rock had impacted George's skull. After checking George was all right, well as all right as one can be after being knocked out by a S.F.P (small flying projectile), Harry found a small chuckle escaped his lips at the irony of the situation; it couldn't be this easy could it?

Well he wasn't going to take his chances, and with his potter luck he had to be fast, ignoring his aunt petunia's shrill yell, he dashed through the house, grabbed his pre-packed trunk and was out the door before they realised what he was doing.

Inwardly cheering at his success, He quickly made himself down the street and was half way across the road before a voice spurred to his attention.

Petrificus Totalus! His happiness drained at the sound of that voice, he cursed himself for forgetting that a normal week started on a Sunday and not on Monday.

As the voice drew closer he found himself staring at one of the people he most despised.

"Well, well, well look at we hear, it seems Mister Potter was trying to escape from his family, what happened Potter they not taking care of your every whim? Spoiled brat, let's get you back inside so we can get the less..."

Whatever Snape was going to say was cut off by unbridled pain that had shot through Harry Potter as a car ploughed through him, his last moments were filled with the terrified screams of neighbours, the blazing screech of rubber on tarmac as the car sped away, and Snape crying for "lily's boy".

Harry James Potter died that day and the world wept, not for Harry Potter but for the boy who lived.

Death was an interesting experience; Harry noted as he drifted through a sea of darkness, he felt so...numb, like his emotions had been stripped away leaving him bare. But Harry no longer cared, nothing was important any more, he was dead, and it was an almost sweet release from the hardships that he had faced in life.
"Now, now we don't want to give up that easily do we?"
Green eyes snapped open examining the darkness around him
"Where...who are you..." He called out his tone bland and without emotion

"It seems being stripped of those spell's had more effect then I thought... Or maybe it's just this place affecting you? Or maybe it's a bit of both?"
"What are you talking about? Who the hell are you" harry said his tone starting to becoming aggravated
The voice laughed "yes, yes that's more like it, just what I'd expect from you"
A small orb of light appeared in the distance thousands of pulsing colours radiating from its shell
"Can you escape" the voice whispered in his ear "you could save them you know, your loved ones, your friends, your godfather, but you have to come, come towards the light"
This was a trick he told himself they were dead Luna, Neville, Sirius, they all died that night, all for him.

"Dead but not gone there's still a chance, you can still save them, though it depend are you willing to risk it? What would you give Harry Potter for the chance to save your friends?"

If he had a chance? What would he gave he had nothing, nothing to live for, and was in fact dead, if he had a chance, what would he give and would it be worth it, yes he told himself yes it would, I'll do whatever I have to save them, Luna, Neville, Sirius, hold on I'm coming for you.

And with that he twisted his body so that it was on course with the orb of light.

He felt a blinding light, the feeling of weightless and then a falling sensation as was dropped onto a heavily cushioned sofa.
"What were" he ground out disoriented from the fall
"A I see you made it, that's good, it would have been such a waist to lose you"
"Lose me?" Harry asked swinging his head around towards the source of the voice only to stop and stare at just what he saw, it was a fox, a fox that was wearing jeans and a T-shirt and was smirking at him. This was not normal, even for him!
The fox let out a chuckle "hello Harry, you have no idea how pleased I am to meet you, now come here and have a seat, we have things to discuss" the fox thing said almost bouncing as he motioned to the table behind him.

This entire thing gave Harry bad vibes, but so did a lot of things in his life. Shrugging slightly he decided to actually figure out where he was, surrounding him and the fox appeared to be a white void, a single black Gothic styled table resting in the centre, two black Gothic chairs surrounding it, on one of which the fox was sitting, there was also two goblets resting on the table. Harry stood up and was happily surprised to find there was a solid floor, though he did end up yelping in surprise when the sofa he had been previously resting on had disappeared, leaving him no choice but to sit on the offered seat.

Glaring at the chuckling fox he sat down on the offered seat, he stared at the humanoid fox, up close he could now see that had blue eyes and aqua coloured patterns running through his fur.
"I know I look good but I'm sure we have other things discuss now, now don't we?" Harry blushed at the still smirking fox, realising that he had indeed been caught staring.
"now Harry I suppose you have questions?" The fox said still smirking at him
"Where am I, what are you and who are you?" harry replied

"I suppose you can call me zero, I'm a kitsune, a fox spirit more commonly named, at least that's what form I take" the fox smirked at him again "as for were we are, you could call this place my home, I created this pocket dimension and I control everything inside it" to prove this point Zero grabbed one of the now filled goblets and thrust into Harry's hand, taking the other one himself and drinking.

Harry tentatively took a sip of the offered liquid and was pleasantly surprised to find it tasted of fizzy lemon and lime.

"It's also were I've brought you to say, offer you a deal" the fox started again "I could help you save your friends, your godfather, give you a second chance, that is if you except."
Harry stared the fox in-front of him, the goblet now forgotten as his expression started to change rapidly, happy, sad, worried, scared and mad before he finally settled on neutral face.
"And what do you get out of this?" Harry questioned, he had been used far too much to be as trusting as he used to be.

"Power, as simple as that, though partly because it's fun, granting this wish will take some of my power but the benefits I'll receive will more than make up for it" seeing the questioning look Harry sent the fox he continued

"I'm what you would call a being of a higher plane, a god, a deity, excreta, excreta, I'm also what you would call a 'new-born' so I don't have a lot of power, meaning that in-less I 'level up' soon another god could consume me and that would be really, really bad for me. By accepting you would become my warrior or avatar if you will and by proxy when they revere you they also revere me which in turn grants me power."

"You're a baby!" Harry yelled in shock, which in turn caused the fox blush with embarrassment.

Thinking for a second Harry frowned before speaking. "I think you've got the wrong person for the job I mean have you seen the wizarding worlds view on me at the minute? Though what do you mean revering you grants you power"

"Yes, well we'll just have to change that won't we? And have you ever heard the phrase a god's power is equal only to those that worship him... no? Well then The type of being I am is an example of that the more who know of me the more powerful I become, so in the end we both profit from this and there's no real downside." the fox started to mumble after this but quickly carried on.

"That's good I guess but why don't you just, I don't know create your own dimension and disciples then, I mean you created this" he gestured to the void "why not more?"

A small frown appeared on the foxes face, making a sigh before replying, "simply put I'm not powerful to even think of doing that, it takes a hell of a lot of power to create your own dimension, a personal pocket dimension being the exception of course, but creating your own living dimension full of life forms sentient enough to worship you, that's complicated, tiring and time consuming, you can skip that of course if you have enough power spare to speed up time a bit, but then if I had that much power to spare, I wouldn't need a dimension in the first place, No, no it was much easier to find through a way dimension that was salvageable, I even got lucky enough to find a world marker."

Zero turned and laughed at his most likely gob-smacked expression before continuing to speak, answering his questions before he even asked them.

"A through a way dimension or world as there sometimes called is what happens when a is ruler abandons it, completely cutting his or her ties to that dimension, and from that point on, it starts to collapse on itself, disasters, calamity you name it the longer it goes on the worse things become, although I do think getting hit by a car went a little too far." He muttered the last part causing Harry to blush in embarrassment, really years of murder attempts and he gets killed by a car? What type of irony is that?

Zero then frowned again, "unfortunately even though I found it in time and can sort of adopt this universe as my own, being a 'new-born' I don't have the power to begin with and its former ruler was apparently terribly more powerful than me, It was just, incredibly lucky that I found this world had created a world marker in its rulers absence."

Sighing Zero continued "sometimes after a collapse starts the very dimension itself tries to compensate for the loss of its ruler, normally by creating a world-point marker, which is the condensed form of what remains of its former rulers power, and it is that marker on its word's future relies, now a marker can take the form of anything, a pen, a sword, a giant rabbit... or it could become a unassuming human who had no idea of it."

Zero's fetchers turned upwards into a sort of evil smirk as he explained this. Leaving Harry to just stare in shock, as his brain processed this information, first a prophesied slayer of dark lords now the host of a gods power, it was official someone, somewhere really, really hated him.

"Now here comes the part which I think you'll like, as you're the marker with your approval I can adopt this world and make you my avatar, giving you second chance at life as well as the benefits that come with being an avatar."

"So you can make me super powerful so I can kill Voldemort now!" Harry exclaimed happy for once that things had started to work to his advantage.

Zero blushed and turned its head sideways so he was facing away from him, something Harry took as not a good sign.

"well I probably could but, I really hope I don't have to, like I said I'm a new-born, a starving new-born at that, I used most of my energy to crate this space so I could offer you a deal, on top of repairing this world," he paused for a second and sighed again before continuing "at best it will probably be years before I get any real power stored up, meaning it will be awhile before I can start giving you real power, though I can probably give you some advantages to tip things into you favour."

Zero started mumbling again but this time he managed to catch it "Maybe? If I time jumped him?, probably work better that way, should work" turning his head back so the fox faced Harry again, a small smile on his lips. "I've got an idea, one that will probably end up better for both of us, though it means I while be out of commission for a while, though I should still be able to give you a hand every now and then. So do we ha..." Zero suddenly grabbed his chest and started coughing violently; it was also at the same time that Harry noticed cracks had started to appear the void.

"It seems that my time is up, it's now or never Harry, accept or reject, live or die, signed and sealed, which do you choose? Do you accept this deal?" Zero stuttered out between coughs.

For Harry, It really wasn't that hard to choice, he could save his friends, his godfather, himself and hell the world if he understood the fox right, ouch he though looking at the fox, that does not look healthy I guess I'll be saving him as well. "Zero, I... I accept your deal!" he yelled out in shock as a shard of what looked like glass narrowly missed his head.

"on our souls thy pact is given, signed and sealed" Zero yelled in return, its body glowing in a gentle light, before the light condensed into a small orb and shot towards harry and then inside him.

This was also the perfect moment for the dimension to shatter around them, and in accordance with Murphy's Law it did.

As the shattered pieces of the shattered dimension rained down, Harry felt himself falling backwards leaving him falling from the formally white haven and back into the black void once again.

he would latter swear he heard Zero muttered" thank god for his saving people thing".

Blushing was the last thing Harry remembered before he was plunged into the endless black sea.

(Note I also wanted to use a loopy font for Dumbledore's letter but fan-fiction only accepts one font)

I'm also not trying to let Hermione off the hook but Harry had already ate the food she sent, and if there were potions in it Harry would already be affected by them, plus we all no Harry weakness to treacle tart

I intend to update this fic as I have the story planned out till Hogwarts already, just got to get it on the page, prof-read, spell checked, proof read again then post it!

Murphy's Law "Anything that can go wrong will go wrong". - Real thing

Potters law "Anything that can go wrong will go wrong in the worst way, at the worst possible time, then Harry will narrowly escape it" - made by me- though it's a running gag involving Harry in a lot of fic's

Anyway here's an Omake for you

Omake- Hedwig the avatar

"Or it could be a seemingly insignificant white owl that had no idea of it"

Hedwig blinked before launching into a tirade of hoots

"Are you sure?"

Hedwig bobbed her head

"OK then, you have yourself a deal"

Harry woke up with a terrible headache the last thing he could remember was being hit, a hooting over his shoulder snapped him out of those thought as Hedwig butted her head agents his chest, he looked at the magnificent owl that was his mate and hooted happily.

It was strange; he remembered two lives, one as Harry Potter the boy who lived and another as Harry Potter the owl who lived. he by far preferred the owl who lived, life was more pleasant and far less stressful, Voldemort was less powerful and not to mention and mole and not some strange hairless monkey called a human, yes life as Harry Potter the owl was grand.