A/N:Yeah, this fic is pretty dark. This chapter describes how Jack met his end as Harry Potter and was reborn as Jack. It's better than it sounds...I wanted to do my own original take on the Harry betrayed by everyone he cares about cliche and maybe make it so he died, and see how that affected the universe. Think about it, though...Harry always gets crap piled on top of him. It's not fair.


Two: The Day the Innocent died

"Jack."

Jack could hear Oz's whimpering voice, whimpering just as he had done on that day one hundred years ago whenever Alice had told him Oz the rabbit was screaming and crying about how he didn't want to kill anyone anymore...only this time it was different. Oz wasn't a rabbit, he was a boy, no he was a monster in the guise of a boy. But...hadn't that been what his relatives had said about him?

Instantly, Jack stopped and clutched his head. He didn't want to remember; he did not want to remember those things. He had promised himself that he would forget about them. He was Jack Vessalius now, not Harry Potter. He was Lacie's savior, the best friend of Oswald, and a guide to Oz, a so-called master to Gilbert, and a co-conspirator with Miranda Barma, a friend to Arthur Barma...

He shook his head. "No, I don't want to remember. No." His voice quavered.

Oswald smirked up at Jack. "What's wrong, Potter? Having second thoughts about killing me?" He taunted.

The scythe was aimed just inches from Oswald's throat and yet Jack hadn't sliced his throat open. Oswald had his suspicions that Jack Vessalius was the Boy-Who-Lived for quite some time, but he hadn't been entirely sure of it until now. Though it was amazing, comparing the stark, raving mad blond with the dark-haired young man he had been once before. The Harry Potter he had known had been a disgustingly arrogant and egotistical brat who held himself to be so great because he had survived the Killing Curse and his parents were dead. He had been just as arrogant as his father was, and Potter had been proud of that fact. Every time he had been knocked down, he'd come back stronger.

Whenever he had first met Jack Vessalius, Oswald could honestly say that he felt a sense of deja vu upon meeting him. But he also felt a strong dislike for the young man. He just couldn't place it, but now, looking at those disgusting green eyes reminded him of...people he didn't want to think of.

'Lily,' He thought, not referring to a certain Baskerville who also went by that name. Just like his life as Severus Snape, he, Oswald had to kill someone who was close to him. First he had let Lily die in his first life and in this new life, he had to kill his sister, Lacie.

'Nii-sama...'

He could remember her anguished whisper; the way she looked into him with those soulful eyes of hers before she had been dragged down into the Abyss. Once again, just like his past life, he was powerless to prevent anything from coming to pass. Things just happened and he dealt with it. Once again, he had lost someone close to him. Lacie was almost, but not exactly, a carbon-copy of Lily, but much different. She had been with him and had never resented him for anything he'd done.

Even from the moment he'd dropped her into the Abyss, she still loved him. As a sister, though. He knew that the only one she'd ever loved was Jack Vessalius and Jack had returned her feelings. He smirked upon seeing that Jack was shaking, pale. His red eyes were back to being green again, same emerald green that they had always been, filled with fear, the fear of a young child, no longer that of a one-hundred-year-old murderer. Now he looked exactly like he had back in the old days, when he had been that stupid boy Potter.


"What's wrong? Go ahead and kill me, Potter. You've always wanted to," Severus, or Oswald muttered under his breath. "Come on, Harry, kill me."

"Who's Harry?" Oz asked.

Jack didn't make a sound. Instead, he was staring, wordlessly at him. Eventually words came out of his mouth. "Shut up." He growled.

"What's wrong, Potter? You've found yourself so full of your father's arrogance that you honestly think you can kill me? You never could," Oswald said.

"I sliced through you, you bastard," Jack groaned. "I cut you into pieces."

"Yet you were crying over my death," Oswald said. "It is as I told Dumbledore; you always have been and always will be a freak, Potter."

Instantly, something snapped inside Jack then. He stared at Oswald and smiled.

"Oswald..."

Suddenly, he sunk the scythe down into Oswald's shoulder, oblivious to the screams of pain coming from both Oswald and the boy who had been dragged into this mess, Leo. "Please, Oswald...do not call me by that damned name. That name does not belong to me anymore. Jack is my name, don't you remember it, Glen?"

"Enough, enough playing games! You are Harry Potter."

"Stop saying that name," Jack hissed, with an undertone of hatred that frightened Oz. The young boy had never heard him speak like that before, and he jumped back a little. Jack blinked upon seeing his chain looking terrified of him. Alice looked scared as well.

"Jack, what's going on? Who's Harry Potter?"

"That's no one in particular, Alice," Jack said, "I'm sorry if I'm hurting you, Alice, this is for the better good..." He looked at her confused face, "Even though he took care of you when you were human, he considers your sister a distortion and wants to get rid of her. Can you accept that?"

Alice shook her head.

"I care about your sister." Jack began.

"Still trying to lead her on, aren't you, Potter?"

"It's Jack." He said. His fists tightened. "Maybe I started out using them in the beginning, but I have grown to care about Alice and her sister and Oz, unlike you, you disgusting piece of trash," He hissed as he stabbed Oswald even more, causing him to grunt in pain.

"I didn't. The world never turned their backs on me. Oh, wait, they always did, even back when I was that sniveling, disgusting part of me I wish never existed, I was treated like that back then, too." Jack hissed.

"What are you talking about, Jack?" Oz cried.

"Oz," Jack said in his mind, "Allow me to show you the part of my mind I have sealed off. You and only you will be able to see it."


Immediately, he drew Oz down into his memories. The power of B-rabbit was still with him, however, since Oz's consciousness was being drowned out, he couldn't draw out his powers, so he decided to bring out Alice's instead. Jack still had the B-rabbit's scythe in his arms and chains were encircling him, though more were encircling Alice as she got up and transformed into the B-rabbit, or Alice the B-rabbit right now.

"You mean to tell me I'm not truly B-rabbit?" She said.

"That's so. You are just borrowing Oz's power. But for now, while he's subdued, you can use his power. Use his power to kill Glen."

"But I can't. He's my uncle," Alice retorted.

His fists tightened upon hearing that word. "Uncle, huh? He's done a lovely job of hiding you away from the world, hasn't he? Did he ever truly care about you, or was it all a farce, Alice?" He whispered.

"Stop using me, Jack. I know you are using me." Alice cried.

"You don't even know what it's like to be used, poor naive Alice. You know nothing of pain and sorrow," Jack said. A different Jack seemed to show through, which both alarmed Alice and made her even more curious about him.

"What are you talking about?"

"Maybe Oz will tell you," He said ambiguously.


He was so cold and hungry, too. He couldn't tell how long he'd been in this filthy cupboard for. They had thrown him out of his old room and locked him into the cupboard again. He hadn't had food for the past two days and he really needed to use the bathroom, but no matter how much he pounded on the door, they wouldn't let him out.

Fifteen-year old Harry Potter really needed to go to the bathroom, damn it. It was his birthday today. He had to get out. "Please," He begged, allowing alarm to show in his voice. Harry was unaware of the fact that a blond boy with emerald eyes was watching him in curiosity.

'This can't be Jack. He looks nothing like him. He still has green eyes, but why is he wearing glasses and why is his hair black? What's going on?'

"Vernon, are we going to let that stupid thing out?" Petunia said scornfully.

"I really need to go to the bathroom!"

Oz watched on in curiosity. The former rabbit, now turned human was quite curious about what was going on. "So he was treated as bad as I was when I was B-rabbit?" He whispered to himself. 'But where is Jack?'

"Let him out to go to the bathroom, Vernon," Petunia said warily.

"Thank you," The boy called Harry Potter cried out as he stumbled into the bathroom. When he had gone, he stumbled out. Suddenly, the mailman came to deliver the mail, and the uncle picked up a letter and read it.

"To Harry Potter...those freaks are still writing letters to you, aren't they, boy? Let's see what it says," He said as he ripped it open and started to read it in front of the horrified boy.

"Dear Harry Potter, you claim that you met Voldemort again, and that the boy, Cedric, who was with you, was murdered by him. I think you are a filthy, disgusting, murderer who should be punished. You killed another human being and yet you're trying to pin it on a wizard that's been dead for years. You're a total stone-cold freaking psycho. Why don't they just send you to Azkaban and let the dementors give you the kiss already?"

He ripped open another one and read it aloud. "Dear Harry, I was beside myself whenever I saw the news. I didn't know what to think. However, regardless of what you told me, I will have to stick with the truth. I believe that you killed Cedric, Harry. Sorry, mate, I know we're friends and all, but I honestly can't forgive a friend who killed someone. I'm beginning to think maybe you were wrong about Voldemort coming back. You have to be insane. There's no way that someone like that could be rational. Harry, mate, I'm sorry to say this, but I just can't talk to you anymore. Mother won't let me talk to you. She won't let me come near a murderer like you. I guess this is the end of our friendship, mate. I really enjoyed it, but I can't be around someone that evil who could be in Slytherin!"

"Who's that, one of your former friends ditch you?" He sneered as he handed the letter to his wife and Dudley, who also read it.

"Dear Harry, I used to think I liked you. You killed my boyfriend, and for that I will never forgive you, Cho Chang."

"Dear Harry, I really wish we could talk, but my parents won't let me see you. They heard all about it and said they don't want to talk to you. Ron won't even listen to reason here. I don't know what to say, I don't know what to believe. I don't know if I can believe you anymore, but at the same time, I don't think you would kill someone. That's not the kind of person you are. Hopefully my stupid brother can see reason. Ginny."

"Dear Harry, I didn't know what I could do. I heard you murdered Cedric and I knew that couldn't be true-"

"See, someone does believe me," Harry said, but his uncle continued on speaking in that nasty voice of his.

"You and he were getting along well. Maybe Voldemort controlled you and made you do so. I've come to the conclusion that maybe, just maybe, you're not the boy I knew and grew up with. I hate to say this, Harry, but you might have been turned into a monster. I'm afraid I can't see you anymore. Hermione Granger."

Oz watched in horror as with each letter, the boy's eyes grew wider and wider until tears were pouring down his face and the relatives were all laughing at him.

"Stop laughing at me!" He cried. "The Headmaster'll stick up for me. Dumbledore won't ever betray me-"

A new owl flew in. Vernon caught it, and as he read it, he smirked evilly. "Dear Harry Potter, you are being informed of your expulsion from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for the intentional murder of Cedric Diggory. You are to send us your wand, your books, and all of your magical items. If you do not surrender yourself willingly, you will be sent to Azkaban, without a trial. You have a week to abide by this notice. P.S. I am so disappointed in you, Harry. You could've turned out better than this. How did Gryffindor's Golden boy wind up becoming a stone-cold killer? I don't even know what to say anymore, Mr. Potter. We had such high expectations for you and yet you let us down. I never wish to speak to you again.- Signed, Minerva McGonagall."

Harry noticed there were tear drops on the note. Obviously, she had not been completely convinced. He then noticed the red letters at the bottom of the letter. It was from Dumbledore.

"Dear Harry, I think you've been corrupted by dark wizards like Voldemort. There is no hope left for you. Your only hope is to die now. Turn yourself in to the authorities, Harry. Face justice. Never talk to me again. As of now, you are permanently banned from visiting Hogwarts."

At this point, Harry was now lying on the floor, sobbing hysterically.


"Ah, what's wrong? Little baby upset?" Dudley said, as he kicked his cousin in the side. "Let's see...they all talk about how invincible you are. Shall we test you?"

Harry pleaded and begged them to stop, but Vernon started to whack him with a cane and Dudley joined in with punches of his own. It was hard for Oz to watch the whole thing going on. 'My god, this is horrible. But this person isn't Jack.'

"Out, for now, boy," He said as he kicked the boy outside and left him there.

"So...hungry," He whispered. "Why can't I just die now? The Wizarding World hates me, I'm better off dead. I'm better off dead, better off dead." He hissed.

"Indeed, you are, you little freak." His Uncle said, as he came out, "I've got something that no stupid magical crap will save you from." He held out a knife.

Oz watched in horror as the man said, "You know, boy, none of them will miss you. They all hate you. Your own parents hated you, we hate you, and obviously everyone else hates you, too."

Little did the boy know that there was still one who believed in him and that was Ginny Weasley.

He watched as the knife was plunged right through the boy's chest.

"Come back...please," He whispered, holding out a desperate hand.

"No, go die." The door slammed shut.


Before he knew it, the wind started to pick up as it started to snow. The boy called Harry Potter still clung to life for several days, due to his magic healing him, but sooner or later the bleeding became too severe. Even his magic could not sustain him for that long.

He noticed that his skin was turning blue. He was simply cold. "It's freezing...I need a coat...Uncle, Aunt Petunia, help me, please..." He whined, raising a hand toward the door, but he knew no one would come.

He knew they wouldn't come, anyway. He could still smell his blood oozing out on the sidewalk, but he knew his relatives wouldn't care. They'd celebrate his death. Everyone would. Just then, a beautiful tune went through his ears. "What is that song? It's such a pretty melody," Harry wheezed. He looked up to see a dark bird sitting in a tree singing a special melody. It sat there and stared at the dying Harry Potter with an unusually intelligent look in its eyes.

By the time Harry's eyes slowly closed, he fell into a sleep from which he would never wake; and he had been covered over by snow the next morning. Oz at this time was completely devastated. The next day, the Dursleys had come outside to discover that Harry Potter hadn't bled to death, instead he had just frozen to death. Cursing the fact that their freakish nephew had died such an easy death, the Dursleys took their nephew's corpse and got rid of it, never once suspecting that it wasn't the end for Harry Potter."


"Mother...we need food." A five-year old boy said as he looked at his mother.

"Jack, he promised he would come back. How come he hasn't come back for us yet?"

"Mother, be patient. He will come back." The dirty blond boy said, "I need money to go and get food."

"How dare you speak to your mother that way!" The woman said as she cuffed Jack hard across the face and sent him flying.

"Mother...why?" Jack Vessalius moaned.

"You're worthless. No one wants someone like you."

'Even father didn't come back. I must be as worthless as she says I am,' Jack thought, scratching his dirty blond hair. Then suddenly the memories came back to him as his mom left the room; the memories of his life as Harry Potter and how he had been murdered. 'So how on earth did I wind up here? I've been reincarnated, but how or why?'

His fists tightened as he thought of his mother and all of the people who had used him in his past life. 'I won't let that happen again.'

Then, Oz's mind drifted through memories of Lacie and found out how much Lacie meant to Jack. Lacie meant much more to Jack the human than Oz the rabbit doll had, because he didn't understand human emotions like he did now.

She'd been the only one who had treated him like a human being. It was easy to see why Jack loved Lacie so much. To sacrifice his soul to bring the world down to the Abyss for a woman he knew for less than five months seemed insane.

"You find me insane, don't you, Oz?" Jack whispered. "I suppose I am. But..." He pushed Oz's blond bangs out of his face, "At least I'm not a traitor like you are, Oswald."

"You sick son of a bitch." Severus whispered.

"That's right," Jack said, "I have never been your hero, merely your slave. I won't be a slave to the Baskervilles, either, Glen. Hopefully I will end this entire thing so the next time I am reborn, I won't have to worry about silly things like law and order. Stupid things like eye color."

Oz could see a young Jack Vessalius sprawled out on the ground, crying.

"I know for a fact that Mother doesn't love me. Father doesn't, either. No one did in my past life, either. So I guess my misery will just keep on following me, everywhere I go."

"Misery follows you? It's the same with me, too. My name is Lacie, what's yours?" A black-haired woman with crimson eyes said.

"It's Jack Vessalius."

"An illegitimate child, huh?" She said as she sat down beside him. "You must've had a hard time."

"You're a Child of Ill Omen." Jack said.

"You're not afraid of me?"

"No," He whispered, "Would it be strange if I told you this isn't the first time I've lived like this?"

Lacie gave him a strange look. "What are you talking about?"

The fifteen-year old shifted slightly. "Well...I've had dreams of a past life where I was betrayed and murdered, and I believe it to be a real thing." He said.

"Reincarnation is quite possible. That's what happens with souls in the Abyss. It's called the one-hundred year cycle. You're reborn in a hundred years again. Only people like me won't be reborn because we're cursed. I don't believe it, though. I believe even bad people can mend their ways and become good."

"Really?" Jack whispered.

"Jack, who you are in your past life doesn't matter. I just want to be friends with the you now."

Tears spilled down Jack's cheeks. This was probably the first time he'd ever seen such kindness, Oz thought and felt like crying, too.

"You remind me of the black rabbit doll that sits on my shelf and doesn't know what to do with himself!" Lacie said. "He's alive, but I haven't given him a name yet. Come with me and you can learn how to really be alive."

Then she just started to sing. For the first time, the memories didn't matter. For the first time, being the reincarnation of the boy-who-lived didn't matter. He was happy being himself...being Jack Vessalius.