This was only meant to originally be a one-shot, but I find it's not really leaving me alone so heres another chapter. I don't actually know how much I am going to write on it. It may become a full fledged story though I doubt it. I am considering the story complete at any and every chapter and if it does become something larger and an actual story then so be it.

My name is Harry James Potter. No records of this name exists anymore. Even the records from Earth that was mention no Harry James Potter... I've checked.

Well except those books. I don't even want to think about how accurate some of the things in those books are.

Ah, now there! Is a good place to start, those gorramn bloody books. There was no "Happily ever after!" with one Ginerva Molly Potter Nee Weasley. No Dumbass Dumbledore dieing, no half-blood prince and most certainly no, wait... no there was Malfoy redeeming himself... somewhat, differently though. Really long story short, every in those gorramn books up until the fifth one is basically accurate, a little romantacized? Yes. Though still annoyingly accurate.

It makes me think on just who this J. was, there were other books written about my life before I entered the wizarding world. These though, these were an entirely different level...

"Face it Harry, you're just being a boob becuase she wrote you with a redhead. If she wrote you as getting married to Hermoine you really wouldn't be being a boob about it."

"And you're still insisting that you control my writing."

"Makes it more interesting, and it gives me practise. Besides, it's not like it's going to be some museum on display."

… with my luck this will be...

where was I?

Ah, yes. The bloody books. I have no true idea what was with them. People still read them as well 5 hundred years into the gorramn future and people are still reading about my life, really? So...

The first year, yes the philosphers stone was at the school, yes I met Tom on the back of Quirrils head, yes yes yes. To be completely fair about it except for some of the things that were written as me saying everything is true... I think it was more a way to explain things to the readers actually.

Now people would be asking how I didn't know of these while I was, alive? In my past-life? Well Harry James Potter died on the 31st of October 2007. In Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry located in Scotland. Okay, so apparently the last of these books were released around this time yes, being on the run though does not leave much time to read fantasy books from the muggle wo-

"Mundane"

Fine from the Mundane world, it's not as if anyone will even believe this is real if they read this.

On to how I died, This I can only truly speculate on, even though we managed to overcome the memory problems inherent to Horcrux's, where the Horcrux is literally a complete break of those parts of the soul... our, perversion, no... our improvement, upon it allowed memories up to the time of death. At least in theory.

I don't know what went wrong, I had just managed to kill the snake faced bastard, a couple tonnes of concrete will do that no matter how powerful or skilled you are. It takes only a lucky shot or move while the enemy isn't paying complete attention and they're as dead the next man. This is not to say it was a short battle oh no... we had been exchanging deadly volleys of spells for at least half an hour. All it took was a simple bombarda at a weak point in the Hogwarts castle and a tower worth of concrete later, he was gone.

We still took the time to remove the rubble and confirm the death, of course. It is here, confirming the dark lord known as Lord Voldemort actually named Tom Marvolo Riddle that my memory ends. There is no flash of green, no sounds of guns or explosions, no pain... nothing. Just the end. I suppose it could have been a sniper, or someone casting the killing curse at my back where I wouldn't see the flash of green

"There's no point in going over it again and again. I know you have viewed the gorramn memory that many times that there was nothing. You boob. Most likely instant dea-"

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Perhaps I can now write in peace. Where was I? Yes my death. Reading back I think there is no point in going over it more. The most likely scenerio is that I died instantly with no warning what so ever, most likely a sniper.

There is not much else to say of those years. I most certaintly do not want to talk of the Horcrux I made, though I must wonder why it took so long to be activated. Hm... I wonder wether or not I have a wraith or ghost wondering around on Earth-that-was. Again no way of telling, not just yet anyway.

Gorramn it all to Merlins bloody sock drawer!

Nothing comes to mind at this point. Note, talk to Mal about war. May as well start on that next.

AN: Okay, I just wanted to take a moment and say that any grammer/spelling issues may actually be left in the story on purpose. The reason? I am actually aiming to write this as a journal of Harry's. This will also be seen in Harry's varying length of entries. Further this is more an exercise for me to try and keep writing every day than an actual story that I plan on telling to 100%. the "Speech" in the story is either River or Harry, I feel the dialougue is enough to say who is speaking. I make no promises about chapter length or update frequency either. Next the lead up to the war.