Author Note : The Story is a mix up between original and alternate timelines.

The Diary (Which was given by Death) has its limitations:

1) It cannot tell you about your future but can give solutions (brief) to various problems related to you.

2) It cannot tell you about other person who have no relation with you or whose action do not have major implication on you.The more the implication the person's action has on you, the more information you will get from the Diary about this person.

CH 1: A WISH COME TRUE

31 July 1987, 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey, England

Vernon and Petunia Dursley with their son Dudley went to visit Marge Dursley(Vernon's sister) leaving Harry alone locked in the cupboard located under the stairs. He was all alone, lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling with his emerald green eyes. Several drops of water could be seen gathering at corner of his eyes. He removed his thin framed glasses and wiped the tears with his hands. But he couldn't stop himself from being sad and crying. His eyelids were puffy, face was red and botchy. His breath fluttered as he took a deep breadth, trying to clam himself down. He couldn't take it anymore. He was drawn from his thoughts by his growling stomach. But he couldn't do anything about it as he was locked in the cupboard. He heavily sighed, He was used to being starved. Lying on his small bed, he was thinking about his miserable life. He questioned himself why was he still alive. Everyone hated him especially his relatives. His uncle and aunt called him 'freak' because of some reason that he himself didn't knowHe had no friends. All the boys/girls he wanted to talk to or those who approached him were chased away by his bully of a cousin and his gang.

'Please! Someone take me away from this place' He was praying and pleading. His hands cupped together with the finger interlocked, on his chest as he kept praying and weeping with his eyes closed. Tears of despondency slowly cascaded down his cheeks leaving him weak and frail.

Suddenly darkness shrouded the room and it fell into an ominous silence. Only a weak weeping voice is heard. The sound from the ouside ceased. A black, slightly slanted figure, covered in a black cloak and with a scythe in his right hand appeared, slowly rised from under his bed as he gradually materialized. He had a very thin figure his but was covered in a loose black cloak. His face was covered by a brownish black miasma, which was giving off a feeling of emptiness. His bony and long fingers with black nails holding hndle of his scythe could be seen. Harry stopped weeping, he could feel chilliness in the air. He slowly opened his eyes and wore his spectacles to see a hideous figure in front. He was both startled and scared. He almost jumped from his bed before he could compose himself.

"Wh-who a-a-are you?" He shuttered with a shaky and fearful voice. His throat was lump from all the crying. But As he was staring at the black figure in front him, gradually his fears, nervousness and all other emotions faded into nothingness.

"I am Death." The Figure replied in a serene but creepy voice.

'Am I dreaming? But it feels so real and if its real then am I going to die?' He asked himself.

"This is not a dream and no, you are not going to die." The figure continued "I can fulfil your wish but you are required to pay a certain price in return."

"Really, then whatever payment is required I am prepared to pay." Harry replied hurried with hopeful eyes with thinking of any consequence. The figure chucled at naive child.

"You have two souls one that is yours and another of a persion named Tom Marvolo Riddle attached to the scar in you forehead" The figure continued "I can give you a diary that will give you possible solution to your problems but the price is the soul attached to your scar."

"Wh-What! b-but my uncle and aunt said that I got the scar in a car accident in which my parents died." He replied.

"Of course they lied and now choose" The figure replied in emotionless voice.

"Okay take the other soul or whatever" He hurriedly answered.

Then the figure raise his long scythe and touched the 'N' shaped scar on Harry's forehead with the pointed tip of the scythe's blade, suddenly a black smoke oozed out of harry scar and a screeching and horrible scream is heard as it faded into nothingness knocking harry unconcious. Then he figure placed his hideous long and slender hand on Harry's forehead and conjured a diary with a pitch black cover. If looked closely some words can be seen written on top in red colour, it read 'Diary from Death'.

After an hour...

Harry woke up and looked around to find his small cupborad room in a complete mess and realised that it wasn't a dream. He also felt light headed as if a burden on head has been lifted. Then he suddenly remebered his conversation with 'Death' and the diary he promised to give.

Suddenly a diary appeared on his lap. He slowly but fearfully picked up the diary. Then he opened it to find it was completely empty.

"Write what you want to know." Appeared on the blank page and slowly dissapeared.

'Am I still in a dream' He thought. He picked up a pen and wrote:

Harry: Who am I?

The Ink disappeared and slowly a reply came from the duary.

Diary: Harry James Potter, son of James Potter and Lilly Potter nee Evans.

'Can I believe what it says?' He thought.

Harry: What am I?

Diary: A wizard, one who can manipulate a mysterious energy called mana to certain degree and cast different spell.

'So That's why they call me freak' He thought.

Harry: Are there other people like me?

Diary: Yes

Harry: How did my parent die and when and were they wizards?

Diary: They were killed by a evil wizard named Voldemort (Tom Morvolo Riddle) on October 31, 1981. Yes, your father was a wizard and your mother was a witch.

Harry: How did I survive and Is Voldemort alive?

Diary: When Voldemort casted the killing curse on you, it rebounded destroying his body and Yes, he is still alive but as a spirit form(wraith).

Harry: How did I ended up here?

Diary: A wizard named Albus Dumbledore placed you on the doorstep.

'Ok, I can ask those question later, for now I need to get out of this place.' He thought.

Harry: How do I escape from here to somewhere safe place without anyone noticing.

Diary: Call an elf named Dobby. Then Place a sock inside a book with a black cover and write T.M. Riddle on its cover and tell him to give it to Mr. Malfoy.

Harry: Who is Dobby and What is an elf.

Diary: Dobby is house elf of malfoy who is badly treated. An elf is sentient being who bond with a wizard or witch and work for them.

'I think I should try it' He thought. Then picked up a book with black cover and wrote 'T.M. Riddle' with a red inked pen.

"Dobby" He called.

'POP'

Suddenly a thin creature with pointed nose and ears covered in a very ugly rag appeared in front of him.

"Great Harry Potter sir called me, a lowly elf like me" Dobby excitedly said with tears in his eyes.

Harry was startled but quickly regained his composure. Today was the wierdest day of his life. But he little did he know that his weird life is just starting.