Harry Potter and the second chance
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His legs burned, his muscles ached, his body was starting to become heavy, but he had to keep moving. He had to reach his destination. He had to see her, hug her, hold, her, he just need to hear her voice again. He passed through the wards around her house and didn't even slow down as he burst through the door into the dining room, but the sight before him made his blood run cold and he froze. Sitting around the dining room table were the people he had come to call family. Arthur sat with his head in his hands shaking as quiet sobs racked his body. Molly sat beside him with her head on his shoulder sobbing loudly. Across from them Ron and Hermione were wrapped in each other's arms crying on the others shoulder. Fred and George were standing in the door way facing the living room starring unfocusedly at the other occupants with tears staining their faces. Bill, Charlie, and Fleur sat on the couch with bill crying openly into his hands while his wife rubbed his letting tears stream down her face freely. Charlie had one arm around his brother while the other hand held an almost empty bottle of fire whiskey as he sobbed quietly.
No one noticed him enter the house or move up the stairs. He stopped on the first landing and turned to the door on his right with a sense of dread gripping his chest as he reached for the knob. He grasped the knob and began to turn it slowly. With an audible click the latch released from the frame and he began to push the door inward. He began hoping that he would be greeted with disheveled fiery red hair, beautiful amber eyes, and tear stained freckled cheeks. As he entered the room the feeling of dread began to turn into fear as he noticed the room was pitch black except for a beam of moonlight landing on the bed under the window. It was what the bed held that made his blood turn to ice in his veins. There on the bed lay the form of a person under a thick white sheet. He slowly reached out and hooked his finger under the edge of the sheet and pulled it away from the face of the person. He took in the sight of long red hair fanned out across the pillows, freckled cheeks void of any color, pale eyelids closed over eyes that he knew once held a rich amber color. He froze as tears began to build in his eyes and roll down his cheeks. He reached out as if she would suddenly jump up and say it was all a joke. He dropped his hand and began to cry harder and replaced the sheet gently then he turned and walked back down the stairs past the still crying family and out the door.
He made his way to the small pond in the back yard and stood there staring at his reflection letting all his tears fall. While his body stood frozen his mind was running rampant. Thoughts flashed through his mind to quickly to even finish single one. 'I should have been there… I promised her to always be there and I failed her… the last true conversation we shared was me breaking up with her.' That final thought was the last straw for him. He had lost his last remaining will to live. He took out his wand and pointed it at himself and poured all of his self-loathing and despair into the spell forming on his lips.
"Secerno Secrevi Secretum" He whispered
In the span of a second a black spell wrapped in purple bolts of electricity left his wand and hit the center of his chest. For a moment nothing happened then he screamed in pain as an emerald green glow wrapped around his body and he was engulfed in a tornado of magic. The glow began to grow brighter and turn white as waves of magic began rolling off of him. Soon he was lost in the white glow and a shockwave of magic shot out in all directions. It shook the grieving family out of their depression and they rushed outside only to be knocked off their feet by another shockwave. They could only watch as the glow became so bright that they had to shield their eyes and when it died down there was nothing left but His glasses lying on a patch of dead grass.
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Harry sat up and blinked his eyes to get used to the brightness of the room or place that he had woke up in. He took a look around and came to the conclusion this is what kings cross station would like if someone soaked it in bleach. "Where in Merlin's Name am I?" he asked loud.
"Well my dear boy you are at the crossroads." A voice said from behind him.
Harry spun around to see a man that definitely wasn't standing there a second ago. The man had shoulder length pitch black hair with a beard and mustache to match that were clean cut and trimmed. At first glimpse harry thought it was his Godfather but one thing was different, his eyes. While Sirius had stormy grey eyes this man had Golden eyes that radiated pure power and knowledge beyond the age his features portrayed.
"What do you mean crossroads? Also, who are you?" Harry asked
"Well I have gone by many names but I would dare say you would know me best by 'The debt all men must pay' for I am Death Harry. As for your first question we are standing at the intersection of life and death. This is where I would usually pick up souls and guide them to their final resting place." Death replied"
"So that spell worked I am dead. What do you mean by usually?"
"Well technically you are dead but you have entered my domain way before your task was complete. There have been others that have done the same and I have given them a second chance. So I would offer you the same thing but there is a slight problem in the fact that you destroyed your body and magical core with that spell of yours therefore in would be impossible to send you back to the exact time of your death. That leaves us three options. One, I could escort you to the afterlife. Two, I could return you to the world of the living as a ghost to guide someone else to complete your task before you take you place in the afterlife." Death was cut off as Harry said
"I do not want to return at all do to the fact that even though I have unfinished business I have nothing left to live or fight for so my task is meaningless to me now."
"Then that settles it I will use option three which is my favorite one of all even though it is the least used option." Death said
"What is option three sir?" Harry asked
"Option three is where I send you back through your time line to your 11th birthday with all your knowledge and abilities from this point. You will have to retrain your body and your magical core to handle your reflexes and spells of course. But a word of caution to this tale. Beware the overly caring headmaster for he is not as friendly as he may seem. While he may do something 'for the greater good' that phrase is completed by adding 'of his own plans'. He is one of the best puppeteers and you have been his greatest puppet so this time around I give you some simple instructions that must be followed immediately. One, go to Gringotts with Hagrid like you did originally but approach the teller yourself and repeat this phrase 'When the heir awakens the blood must be tested for the false heir has blocked the chosen ones power therefore unchecked the world shall fall into chaos.' The goblins will know what to do and I think a lot of your problems from your past will be solved before they even happen this time around but we are out of time Harry so I wish you luck and I do not want to see you here until your time is up now be gone." Death commanded and waved his hand towards Harry and Harry felt as if he was hit with bone breaker curse as he was launched out of the station.
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It felt like he was falling forever until he smacked the solid ground. He opened his eyes to find himself looking down at a birthday cake drawn in the dust on the floor of the shack his uncle had moved them to hide from his letters. His thoughts were cut short as his alarm on his watch went off signaling it was his eleventh birthday. 'Bloody hell I actually went back in time.'
