AN: Hi everyone! I know, you wanted updates to my other stories, and I have a poll running, but this plot bunny was just bugging me, so I had to start on it. Anyway, this fic will be different from my others in a sense. Many people have said after reading my stories that I should not use so many clichés in my stories. They also said that my main character should struggle a little bit. I know, I enjoy OP main character fics, because to me, after watching/reading the original source material, struggling main characters seem dumb/weak to me in hindsight. I like OP characters because they can put the beatdown on enemies EASILY, and I like one-sided beatdowns. And cuz it makes them badasses. In this story, Harry WILL be OP…eventually. Compared to the Three Factions, wizards just seem WEAK. Death Eaters WILL be curbstomped…after Harry figures out what the F**K he's doing. I usually skip over training in my fics…that is not the case in this fic. I'm going to try it and see how I like it, so please don't send me hate messages or hate reviews. I'd appreciate if you could give me constructive criticism, as this is the first time I'm trying this out.

Now that the serious message is out of the way, enjoy Chapter 1!

Chapter 1: Am I going to die here?

HARRY P.O.V.

As we prepare to take the potions that will lead me forward through the flames, and her back up to find Dumbledore, Hermione pulls me aside. "Harry," she begins. "It's not me that has to go on to face Snape, it's you. It was never me," she tells me. "You know Harry, you're a great wizard," she begins.

"I-I-I'm great? That can't be right. I'm definitely not as good as you, Hermione," I reply.

She smiles. "Me, Harry? That's just books, and a little bit of cleverness. There are more important things, like courage, bravery, and friendship; things that you have. Trust me Harry, I know that you are a great wizard. Just…be careful. And make sure to come back alive. I don't know what I'd do without you Harry," she tells me. Huh? Where did that come from?

"I'll be careful Hermione," I reassure her, standing up. "Well, I better get going, Hermione," I say, quickly downing the bottle of potion. I feel a little woozy, and then, slowly, I walk through the flames. Briefly turning around, I smile, wave to her once, and then run forward.

After running for a minute or so, I arrive in a room lit with torches on the walls. The familiar Mirror of Erised sits in the center of the room, and in front of it is…huh? Quirrell? What is he doing here?

"Wha? Huh? I thought…" I begin

"Ah, Hello, Potter. So, you thought Severus would be down here instead of me? Yes…I see how that mistake could be made, and besides, who would suspect p-p-poor st-st-stut-t-tering P-P-Professor Quirrel?" he asks.

"B-but, that day, during the Quidditch Match, Snape tried to kill me," I stammer nervously.

"No, dear boy," Quirrell replies, "I tried to kill you! And trust me, if Snape's cloak hadn't caught fire and broken my eye contact, I would have succeeded. Even with Snape muttering his little counter-curse."

"Snape was trying to...save me?" I ask. Huh. He certainly doesn't act like it.

"I knew you were a danger right from the off," he continues. "Especially after Halloween." Halloween? Does he mean the troll?

"Th-then you let the troll in," I stammer.

"Very good Potter, yes," he replies. "Snape, unfortunately, wasn't fooled. While everyone else was running to the dungeon, he went to the 3rd floor to head me off. He, of course, never trusted me again. He rarely left me alone," he pauses, turning his head towards the mirror. Ow! Why does my scar hurt whenever I look at the back of his head? "But he doesn't understand," I hear Quirrell continuing, "I'm never alone. Never. Now...what does this mirror do? I see what I desire. I see myself holding the stone. But how do I get it?" he asks himself. Then, I hear it. A cold, raspy voice that seems to REEK of darkness and evil. Though it sounds like just a whisper, it is loud enough to permeate the entire room.

"Use the boy," the voice commands.

"Potter, come here, NOW!" Quirrell yells. I think I should listen, at least for now. It's safer that way. Maybe I'll try to buy time until Professor Dumbledore gets here. I slowly trudge forward, and approach the mirror. "Now, tell me, boy, what do you see?" he asks.

I look into the mirror, to see the strangest sight. First, I see the vision I saw earlier in the year: me with my parents. The strangest thing, though, is that Mum and Dad both have wings. Black bat wings, like the kind devils, or is it demons, have. Then the scene shifts. I see myself, holding the stone, putting it in my pocket. I feel a weight in my pocket. Huh? How did the stone get in my pocket?

"Well, boy, tell me, what do you see?" Quirrell asks again.

"I-I-I see M-Mum and D-dad, s-standing n-next to me," I stammer nervously.

"He lies…" the voice says. Huh? How did he know that I only told him half the truth?

"POTTER! WHAT DID YOU SEE?" Quirrell yells.

"Let me speak to him…" the voice says, no, hisses.

"Master, you do not have the strength…" Quirrell begins. Huh? Who is he talking to?

"I have strength enough for this…" the voice rasps. Then, Quirrell begins to unravel his turban. What does some guy talking to me have to do with his turban?

As the turban finally comes off, I see it. A face, on the back of Quirrell's head.

"Who are you?" I stammer nervously.

"It is not surprising that you do not recognize me, Harry Potter. After all, the last time I saw you, you were but a child of 15 months," he rasps. Wait…15 months old? That's when I was one! But who saw me when I was one, other than Mum and Dad, that I know of. Hagrid? Nope. Professor Dumbledore? Nope. So that leaves…oh.

"So you're Lord Voldemort?" I ask, hoping that I'm wrong.

"Yes…I am Lord Voldemort…" the face rasps.

"Why did you kill my parents?" I yell at him. He laughs, in a raspy, malevolent sort of way.

"You mean Dumbledore didn't tell you? No?" he asks, to my confusion. How would Professor Dumbledore of all people know? "Well, then I shall tell you. You see, Harry Potter, I was in fact not there to kill your parents. No, I was there to kill…you. Your parents were just in the way," he explains. So it's my fault I don't have parents anymore? Great.

"But why me, of all people? What could I, a baby, do to a powerful adult wizard like you?" I ask, nervously.

"That, I shall leave to the old fool to explain. After all, it is he who knows the full reason. I only know the first part," he explains. OK then, if I survive this, then I'll demand an answer. That seems like a good idea. "Now, Harry Potter, give me the stone. If you do, I shall let you live," he commands. I weigh my options. Live a bit longer, but help the madman who killed Mum and Dad return to a body? Or die, but not help him? I sigh. I'm sorry, Hermione. I guess I won't be coming back. Don't cry too much for me, OK? I put on a brave face.

"Never! I'm not going to help you! You'll just kill more people, just like you did Mum and Dad!" I yell.

"You had your chance, Harry Potter. Quirinius, KILL HIM!" Voldemort commands Quirrell. At this, Quirrell raises his wand.

"Avada Kedavra!" he yells, a green light leaving his wand. Wait…that's the green light in my nightmares that killed Mum! I dodge the curse, but Quirrell is already ready with the next one. As he fires curse after curse, all of them the same green color, I dodge each one, slowly making my way over to him. Eventually, I just go for it, and charge at him, hands raised. As my hands clasp around his throat, I feel his skin burning at my touch. Strange. Then, I feel cold, horribly cold. Looking down, I see red. Dark, dark red. It's blood, and because Quirrell's not blood, that must mean it's…my blood.

"Master! What is going on?" Quirrell complains.

"Fool! Just get the stone!" Voldemort commands. Coughing out blood, I charge at him again, placing my hands on Quirrell's face. As Quirrell is screaming, I begin to reflect on my life. I guess this is it, huh? I'm not going to make it past tonight. I cough blood again. I slowly draw back, and collapse onto the cold, hard ground. I watch as Quirrell's body crumbles, and Voldemort's disembodied spirit rises from the body, and flies off into the corridor I came from.

I cough blood a third time. I guess I'm going to meet Mum and Dad, Grandma, and Grandpa soon. I wish I could've had more time with Hermione, but I guess that isn't going to happen anytime soon, is it. I smile, and then cough out blood a third time. Then, I feel myself beginning to black out. Well, this is it, huh? I wish I could be with Hermione…As I black out, my last thoughts are of this last, selfish wish.

JAMES POTTER P.O.V.

It's been 10 years. 10 years since Lily and I left the human world for good. But something's missing. Even though the pesky elders made us have more kids because they didn't believe in Harry's existence, Lily and I are hopeful that he's still alive, and that Padfoot and Moony are raising him well. I've even set aside some Evil Pieces for him. When he gets here, I'll reincarnate him with his set's King piece. He should be in his first year of Hogwarts right now, shouldn't he?

"James!" I hear Lily yell.

"Coming, Lily!" I yell back. I run up to the study, where I see her studying the summoning logs.

"Strange. Usually it's one of the other peerage members that's summoned, but this time, it's you and me, James," she tells me. Me and Lily? Who could possibly have enough power to summon Lily and I? Well, there's only one way to find out. I create the Potter teleportation circle. Lily and I step on the circle, and the world fades to white.

When the world fades out of white, I see that we are in a room. A very quaint-looking room. This style of construction…Hogwarts?

"James…this is Hogwarts, isn't it?" Lily asks. I nod. "So where's the summoner…James!" she yells.

"What is it, Lily?" I ask.

"I think that kid is the summoner. But it looks like he's dying," she told me. I walk over to the kid. Poor kid, he's been bleeding for at least a few minutes. I look at his face, covered in dust and grime. I begin to clean off some of it, and as the dust and grime clears, I begin to see more and more of his features. I open his eyes to see emerald green eyes, almost…like…Lily's. And this hair…it looks…like…mine…Oh no. Oh…no. This is not happening. There is no way that this is Harry and that he's dead.

"Lily!" I scream, panicked. She runs over hurriedly.

"What is it James?" she asks.

"Look at him, Lils. It's Harry, our Harry. We've failed him; Harry was dying; Harry was the summoner," I tell her softly, tears filling my eyes. She looks at me, and then at Harry, and then begins to cry. This is NOT happening. And why does he look so scrawny? Sirius wouldn't have fed him so little.

"L-lils," I say. "We need to bring him w-with us. W-we c-can use his set's K-king p-piece to r-reincarnate him," I stammer, my eyes still brimming with tears. She nods, too distraught to say anything. I lift Harry's body bridal style, and begin to walk back to the circle. He shouldn't be this light. Something's wrong. But now's not the time for that.

"L-lils," I call. She looks at me. I gently grab her, wrapping my arm around her waist, kissing her lips to slightly calm her down. "Let's go. The underworld's healers are even better than Poppy. We'll revive him, and then get him all healed up, OK Lils?" I ask her. She nods, stepping on the circle.

I hear someone yell, "HARRY!" as the world goes white.

DUMBLEDORE P.O.V.

Miss Granger has just informed me of Harry's whereabouts. However, she insists on coming with me. We pass all the obstacles, finally arriving at the Mirror chamber. I see Quirinius's body. I also see the stone. I look up, to see two vaguely familiar people cradling Harry's body…oh dear, he's bleeding. And who are they? How did they get all the way down here?

"HARRY!" I hear Miss Granger yell, as the two disappear with Harry's body.

"I am sorry, Miss Granger, but I am afraid that it is a very real possibility that Harry is dead," I tell her. She begins crying profusely.

"No! That's not possible! He promised! HE PROMISED HE'D COME BACK! HARRY!" she yells, finally collapsing into tears, unable to say any more. I gently cast a Sleeping Charm on her. Collecting the stone, I levitate her up to the Hospital Wing.

"Professor!" I hear a boy yell, as he runs up to me. Oh dear. It's Mr. Weasley.

"How's Hermione? And where's Harry?" he asks, gasping for breath.

As we walk into the Hospital Wing, I set Miss Granger down on a bed. "Miss Granger is fine, Mr. Weasley. She is just asleep. Harry, on the other hand…I am sorry that I must be the bearer of bad news, but Harry perished. His body was taken away by two people who I could not recognize, but they seemed genuinely concerned about Harry's death, considering the tears I saw on their faces," I conclude, to see Mr. Weasley, Minerva, and Poppy standing nearby with blank looks on their faces.

"Why? Why did it have to be Harry? I-I can't believe it…he can't be dead…he's my best friend…my best mate…he can't possibly be dead," I observe Mr. Weasley muttering. I look to Minerva and Poppy, and see them just standing still with blank looks on their faces.

JAMES POTTER P.O.V.

As the world returns to full color, I realize we are again standing in the home office. Lily and I immediately rush to the manor's infirmary. I place Harry down on a bed.

"Master James," I hear a voice say, getting my attention. It's the Head Healer of the manor's infirmary. "Pardon the intrusion, but if I may ask, who is this boy?"

"This is Harry. You know, my son Harry that no one believes actually exists? This is him. We were denied access to him due to various reasons. And just look. He's dead. We've failed him. We've failed our son," I finish, crying silently.

"Not to sound rude or anything Master James, but if he's dead, why did you bring him to the infirmary?" she asks.

"Simple. He isn't a Devil yet. He died as a half-human, half-devil. I've set aside Evil Pieces for him. He can be reincarnated using the set's King piece. Reincarnation doesn't heal injuries though, so that's why I've brought him here," I tell her. She nods in understanding. As she begins to prep the area for Harry, I rush to the empty room that would've been Harry's, had he been raised in the underworld. Opening the door, I rush over to the bedside drawer, and remove a somewhat ornate box. Opening the box, I see what looks to be a half a set of chess pieces, all red. Closing the box, I close the door to the room gently, and rush back to the infirmary, to see Lily sitting beside Harry's body.

I place the King piece on Harry's chest. Yes. Now to reincarnate him. I begin the chant. "In my name as James Charlus Potter, son of Lord Charlus William Potter, head of the Pillar House Potter of the 73 Pilars, I hereby bestow new life upon my son, Harry James Potter, as a high-class devil, and upon his reawakening as a high-class reincarnated devil, do present him with his own set of Evil Pieces, such that he may reincarnate more to join his side as his peerage, So mote it be!" I say, as a blinding flash of red, black, and emerald green encompasses Harry's body. As the light fades. I see Harry's chest slowly, but surely, once again, begin to rise and fall, in the rhythm of breathing. The Head Healer quickly heals Harry's fatal wound, and steps back. I look upon Harry's gazing face.

HARRY P.O.V.

Huh? I'm not dead? And boy, does it hurt! I open my eyes, to see a man looking at my face. Who is that? He looks familiar. I turn to my side to see a woman. An all too familiar woman. But that's impossible! Unless…I really must be dead, huh? Oh well, might as well give it a shot.

"Mum?"

AN: Dun-dun-duuuuuun! I usually don't like cliffhangers, but in this case, it was only fitting. Anyway, please give me CONSTRUCTIVE criticism. NO flames please. Read and Review!