hey so i adopted this from yaoi fangirl0707.

Warning: Necromancy, Dark, bored, apathetic Harry! OC, Slash, Blood, soul and death magic.

Disclaimer: only chapter 9 and counting will souly be mine before that, will belong to yaoi fangirl0707 with some edit's i made to fit with my plot.

Prologue

Harry Potter was not satisfied with his life. Sure he was married to a beautiful woman and even had three children. He was famous and known throughout the Wizarding World, and was quite the powerful wizard, if not the most powerful wizard. But there was still something missing from his life.

Over the years since the last Wizarding War during which he had killed the most powerful dark wizard of their time at the mere age of seventeen, Harry gradually became more apathetic.

Not caring for much Harry began to wonder what he was doing with his life. He married Ginny Weasley and became an Auror because it was expected of him. He quickly found though that he held no true desire to do either. It was true that he had liked the girl at school, but she was just so… boring. Even his job as an Auror became boring. After rounding up the remaining Death Eaters there was nothing else to do, except catching the occasional dark wizard that turned up. They should have said that being an Auror was more paperwork than anything else. He would never have taken the job otherwise.

Since he had inherited both the Potter and Black Lordship, he decided to take a page out of Hermione's book; he immersed himself into the different ancient tomes he found in the family libraries. At first, he stayed clear of the darker ones but he could not resist the temptation for long. Not all the books were on the spells; some talked about history and different sides of magic. The history in these tomes was much different from what they learned at Hogwarts (well, what he could remember from Binns' class anyway ) and Harry found just how much he did not know about the Magical world. It's to be expected really, he never bothered to find out for himself and just let others decide for him. He honestly couldn't tell you why he let Hermione tell him things opposed to Ron or the twins, Purebloods who were raised here and knew from childhood how things ran.

Harry found why the purebloods despised the muggle born's so much. And as he read further he started to even sympathize with them. Apparently, the muggle borns were descendants of muggles who had, at one point in time, discovered the wizards and tried to obtain that same power. They made a deal with the devil so that they – or their descendants if not possible – could obtain that same power. The muggle born's blood was really tainted, thus why the word 'mud-blood'. When muggle borns married into pureblood families, the magic in the possible offsprings became diluted. It was a miracle in itself that Harry was able to do the little magic that he could. Well, it was not like he had ever been good in any of his classes other than Defense and that was mostly because of necessity than anything else with the threat of Voldemort looming over him! It was even better if wizards and witches married with muggles! Squibs were also a high probability.

When he found that out Harry could not help feeling a little disgust towards Hermione and even his mother. That was what made him realize that he was changing. Those who had once been close to him and whom he had loved gradually became of no importance to him. Strangely enough, he did not mind. Once it would have worried him, but all he could think about was what could give his life any meaning...

Harry then went deeper into the dark books and started to get a certain appreciation to the dark arts, especially necromancy. All a true necromancer could do fascinated him. No one was truly able to bring the dead back to life, but they could reanimate corpses and even communicate with the world of the dead.

It fascinated him even more because of the deathly hallows. The last true necromancers had been the Peverell brothers. They had even been able to communicate with Death! Since then no one had ever achieved what they had done. True, people could reanimate the dead to become inferi but they could not make them act like living beings. Moreover, there would come a time for the inferi to disintegrate unlike those reanimated by true necromancers that could remain for years depending on the user's magical power.

Thus it came to no surprise to him when he started to dabble in the dark arts, especially to necromancy. What was surprising was that he seemed to have a true talent in that area and actually seemed to be one of those 'true necromancers'. For a whole decade, Harry explored all the facets of the dark arts, especially necromancy, no one being the wiser.

The day he met Death was the day he discovered just why he was so powerful though he had his mother's blood in his vein. He also discovered the true meaning of being the Master of the Deathly Hallows.

On that day he had locked himself in Potter Manor (the location no one knew about except him or even it's existence) after another round of shouting with Ginny. She had been insisting for him to spend some more time with their children. It was not like Harry did not like them, he was actually quite fond of all three but he just could not bring himself to really care. It came to the point where he liked them just because he had to. And on that day he had thought, what the heck. Life was so boring and uninteresting anyway, so why not try death.

He had gone to the master bedroom and shot a killing curse at himself.

The result was… unexpected. Oh, he did die. Except he met Death, had a good talk with him… before the bastard sent him back.

Apparently being the master of Death implied that he could not be killed. Unfortunately, that also made him an Immortal and thus was no longer even a human. But since he had also started dabbling in the dark arts and necromancy, many doors had been opened to him.

The Master of Death was just a title but being the Master of the Deathly Hallows made it so that Harry became something like Death's brother, especially when they started to merge with him the following months, becoming nothing more than simple objects. Harry found himself being able to turn invisible at will, recall the dead and even his magic he found came easier with just a thought.

Since he was immortal, he had the ability to also travel through the worlds and time as he wished. And that was what he planned on doing. There was nothing else for him to entertain himself with in this world. The magical world was going to destroy itself in a few decades anyway, what with the increasing number of mud blood's entering it and the severe lack of balance between Dark and Light. Magic was not meant to be restrained to only one type after all. The wizards and witches were so arrogant as to believe they knew all there was to know about magic. And they were even restraining the magical creatures that had even a chance of saving them, like the vampires or even the elves.

Thus, on Halloween of his 31st year, it seemed fitting in a way everything begins and ends on Halloween. Harry Potter sent himself to another world, where it would hopefully be more interesting.

When Harry Potter was concerned, something was always doomed to have disastrous consequences. Thus, it came to no real surprise that when he sent himself to an alternate universe he ended up in the most unexpected, and most unwelcomed situation.

After he had left his previous world, Harry found himself waking up in a big bedroom on a large king-sized four-poster bed. At first, he was confused, until he found a series of memories slamming (quite painfully he might add) in his head. It left him panting, dizzy and with a massive headache though he was able to let a disbelieving snort escape his mouth.

Alternate universe indeed!

It would seem like instead of jumping into another universe with his own body, he had taken over the body of an alternate self, thus also obtaining the memories of his current body. The worst? He was eleven again. But, hey! At least he was no longer the Boy-Who-Lived! Actually, Neville was. Harry's parents were actually alive and he even had a twin sister and a younger baby brother.

His name was Hadrian James Potter, son of James and Lily Potter, and little brother to Iris Lily Potter and older brother to Alexander Sirius Potter. Iris was older than him, born only a few minutes earlier and Alexander was only a bubbly three years old and the only one in his family, besides Remus it would seem, whom he was actually fond of.

His alternate self-was quite similar to his own person. They were both apathetic towards mostly everything though Hadrian had been hiding it quite well indeed. To his family, he was like any other child, if very shy even when around his own family. That was mostly since he had always known that he was very much different from others. He had been an intelligent child who had been aware and knowledgeable the moment of his birth. And now that Harry thought about it that was really strange and suspicious indeed…

Hadrian had been interested in different types of Magic, much like Harry but the younger one had not yet dabbled in the dark arts and necromancy… pity, but at least Harry still had his knowledge. Hadrian though had been a really morbid child. He seemed to like to think of the death of all those around him. He had even killed a squirrel when he had been 6 just because he had been bored.

Harry wasn't sure how to take in the fact that this version of himself was a budding serial killer. At least he never let that part of himself be known. Harry had nothing against death but he liked to think he was smart enough to get away with murder.

Hopefully, this new world would entertain Harry. He would hate to have crossed over for nothing. Since he was stuck with living he deserved to be happy and bored does not equal happy.

He was going to have a talk with Death. Well, mostly he would just annoy the bastard until he (Death didn't really have a gender but Harry chose HE since it was easier) actually did something to defuse his boredom.

It took him a good long while for his headache to decrease as his mind adjusted to the sudden assault of memories and for his body to become less sore from the increase in his magical core. He was lucky this happened in the middle of the night and his body had the time to simulate without anyone freaking out cause he doubted if anyone had been there that they wouldn't have interfered. And that would have been bad.

It would seem that while Harry was busy fighting for control both souls, his and the other him merged instead of the other absorbing the loser they were now one being. With Harry being the main personality of course. The two souls had merged when Harry had entered this new dimension, the two magical cores, one of a still developing eleven-year-old and the other fully mature and pulsing with power had also merged.

Time to get ready for the day. No rest for the wicked and all that rubbish. Feeling relatively human Harry got up to start his new life.

The Potters lived in Potter Manor, the family ancestral home. The only reason, it would seem, why Pettigrew never got to betray them was because they had never needed a secret keeper in the first place. In one world, James and Lily bought a modest home in Godric Hallow and in the other they decided to move in the family manor after Charlus and Dorea Potter, James' parents, had died. The wards around the manor were enough protection as they were and putting the property under the Fidelus Charm would be for naught since it was unplottable anyway.

As a result, Pettigrew never had to betray the Potters and his alliances remained a secret. Voldemort never could get the location for the Potters' home, so he went after the Longbottoms and against all odds, Neville survived and became the Boy-Who-lived. The Potters lived in peace with their two children, that became three.

Harry will take care of Pettigrew once a traitor always a traitor.

Iris Potter was a spoilt brat. She was the child both Potters always wanted to have. She loved pranks and playing Quidditch, unlike Hadrian who was more on the quiet side and never really seemed interested in anything in particular. Iris was boisterous and loved to spend her time with her godfather, Sirius Black. She had her mother's red hair and her father's hazel eyes.

Alexander, or Alex for short, on the other hand, was a happy bubbly baby and Hadrian's favorite family member. Hadrian simply adored him. He too had their mother's green eyes and their father's black hair, though both of a darker shade. Alex also seemed to adore Hadrian. He was always ready to greet his brother with a big grin whenever they were together, even if he had been previously crying.

When Harry entered the family dining room, which was smaller and homier than the formal dining room, he was greeted by the sight of his family already at the round table, chatting loudly. James was sitting with the morning papers not far from his plate, a cup of what Harry would guess was coffee in his hand. He was laughing at something his daughter had said.

Iris was sitting opposite him also laughing with a plate half full of pancakes in front of her, her mischievous hazel eyes glittering. Lily was sitting nearby, shaking her head in exasperation, though she had a small smile on her face. The sight of the three of them made Harry, who though once had desperately wished for a family, want to grimace. Not only were they mortals but they, for some reason or other, made him feel disgusted. Strange, indeed, especially coming from him. Before he would have killed to have a family. But then he realized that he had been quite indifferent towards his own children and wife. So, maybe it was not such a surprise after all…

"Hawwy!"

His face completely lit up as he caught sight of Alexander who waved at him from his perch on a high chair. The other three turned towards the door to greet him Harry ignored their cheery greeting, only giving a grunt as he practically skipped towards Alexander. Harry plucked him from his high-chair and twirled him around, eliciting a happy shriek from the toddler.

"I swear, Alex prefers Harry than even me, his own mother," he heard Lily chuckle good-naturedly.

"Well, our son would make for a good mother, you have to admit," James chortled.

"He's more of a girl than me," Iris muttered snidely, low enough for only Harry to hear, who rolled his eyes. He did not really care for what they may think of him. All he cared about was Alexander, his precious baby boy. He cooed and cuddled the toddler as he settled in a seat for breakfast.

"Harry, Iris," he heard his mother say as he cut into his pancake, "we'll be going to Diagon Alley for your school supplies. We leave in half an hour."

"Yes!" Iris cheered. "We're going to Hogwarts! We're going to Hogwarts!" As the adults laughed at their daughter's antics, Harry could not help wondering what he was going to do. He had gone to another universe because he was bored, but now, what?

He could very well leave the Potters and entertain himself but that would be admittedly less fun. Staying meant he would be right in the middle of the war to come which was definitely going to be interesting, what with him no longer being the Boy-Who-Lived and all.

What to do? What to do…?

What about the war anyway?

Dumbledore's side was boring since he already knew how they were. But on the other hand, if he joined the Dark side things would be different… A hand paused midway to his mouth and a wicked grin flashed on his face before it settled back to a neutral expression. Oh, he just knew what he wanted to do!

Now, to find a certain Dark Lord…