You are suddenly filled with a tingling sensation as you re-appear in a familiar room filled with comfortable looking furniture and strange decorations. You are then, suddenly forced down into a comfortable chair by a familiar fox.

The fox then snaps his fingers and a screen appears in front of you.

The fox stares at you for a second before fading away, leaving you locked in the room, with nothing to do but read the screen again.

Zero here, be kind and review, say what's good and bad, criticise and tell me how to make it better, give me ideas for future chapters, but don't flame, do not say things with the intent to hurt and do not say how the story is bad unless you say how to fix and improve the parts you think don't work.

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"Hello" –speaking

'Hello'- thinking

Hello-written words

Hello -sarcasm or empathise

"Hello"- different language talking

'Hello' - different language thinking

Hello - different language writing

I think I should explain more on Harry's mood in chapter one, it's very easily in the summer about 2 weeks after Hogwarts has ended, so Luna's, Neville's and Sirius's deaths are still fresh on his mind.

Though the main differences, is that in this reality, Harry lost more than his godfather, a guy he loved but dint really know. He had also lost 2 friends, one he'd had since first year and another he'd just started to get to know, this of course had the effect of amplifying whatever reactions he had in the cannon.

This harry had also completely destroyed Dumble's office, Including certain silver and puffing objects that Dumble's was so fond of, which made even Dumble's madder at him.

by the time he was sent back to the Dursleys, harry was so consumed by the rage and guilt he felt, that it has started to consumed him, till the emotional maelstrom had become a cold and fierce fury, were every free moment of his time was spent replaying the scenes from the ministry, and the events that led up to it.

Together, these combined forces caused his mind to snap in such a way that he's developed a deep distrust of everyone he believes to have cause his friends and godfathers death's.

This had totally dispelled any preconceived notions or feelings he had towards those involved.

Also note at end of chapter as to why it's been so long.

Zeros voice whispering in his ear was the first thing he was aware of

"The deal was successful, farewell Harry; I'll see you in 11 years". Zero's voice faded away quickly, and harry found his life playing out at high speeds in front of him.

The warm comforting darkness of his mother's womb, being born into a world of bright lights, getting cued over by his parents and their friends, his and Neville parents talking about their births, playing with the marauders, his first birthday, when they went into hiding, and then That day came the day they died.

Harry new this memory was differed immediately because of how time seemed to return to normal and by the loud noise of splintering wood that had woken baby-harry up, he watched as his father dropped dead at the top of the stairs, how Voldemort glided over his corpse and then disarmed his mother, how she had pleaded for him to be spared, how she had fallen to the floor, cold and lifeless.

He watched as a wand was pointed at him and the curse was fired, the screeching of pain as his spirit was ripped from his body, the tingling sensation that coursed through his body, then force that pulled his spirit back.

he watched as Voldemort's shout in surprise and anger as the deadly curse bounced back, the 'thunk' of Voldemort's body falling to the floor and the sense of tiredness that fell over him.

Even as the 'baby-harry' slept, he was forced to watch events unfold, he saw Dumble's come and go, checking on him, taking items from the wreck of what was once his home, before vanishing with Voldemort's body.

He saw Sirius appear and then Hagrid, as they argued over him, as Sirius left and Hagrid took him to the Dursleys, being dropped off on the doorstep with no more than a letter.

From there time sped up again, though it did stop now and then, on dire situations, and the rare happy moments.

Unlocking the cupboard door so he could sneak into the kitchen for food, making the floor clean so he wouldn't be punished, playing with Dudley in the back yard while his aunt and uncle watched, healing injuries that he would otherwise die from and being hit by his uncle's belt for 'cheating' after he brought home his first report card.

He watched as a Fawkes cam and healed a broken and bruised harry from near death, the time his hair grew back when his aunt had cut it, the time harry had Apparated to the school roof, how Dudley stood up for him and the time harry had made himself invisible to escape Dudley and his gang.

It was disconcerting, watching those memories play out in front of him, some of which were good, though most of which were bad. He dint remember a lot of them ever happening, yet they felt right, like they had happened but he had merely forgotten about them.

It did however make much more sense as he watched the next memory play

it was his birthday and things had changed everything had changed, he had panicked and told his aunt and uncle in hopes that they would tell him it wasn't real, like they had always done, but that changed as well, no more comforting words, not the worried glances they sometimes threw each other. Not even the endless list of chores he would normally get when he asked such questions. No there was none of that, only the words "freak" and "boy", the pain and the punishments, the trip and the abandonment. It was painful, the way they had smiled at him as they had dropped him off at that park, telling him to play while they went shopping, how they said they wouldn't be more than 10 minutes and how he had waited for them in till the sun had set and the stars twinkled in the sky, how they never came, how he had cried himself to sleep under a bush.

The next week had turned even worse, running for his life, foraging for food in bins, sleeping in the cold and damp, but then she came.

She had looked at him with so much pity; so much grief and then she took him. They year had been the best he had ever had, Natalie had taking him in, caring for him, loving him. They were both lonely and lost, infertile from an assault she had lost all hope of ever having children and he the boy who had been cast out and rejected, she was his miracle and he was hers.

Then it happened, the pool of crimson life pooled around her naked form, her eyes full of pain and fear pleading at the man who stood above her, his laughter ringing through the bedroom, how the man had turned towards him, the smirk on his face and the resounding bang that echoed throughout the house. Shock and fear overtook harry as the bullet sped towards him, eyes closed awaiting the pain that would follow, but non did, instead there was an ice cold sensation that passed through his skull, the sound of shattering glass, and the man's scream of fear as the world yet again changed, but it dint matter, not any more, Natalie eyes had become dull and vacant. Dumbledore had appeared later and took him back to the Dursleys with not so much as a word, throwing him back into a hate filled household without a second thought.

Frozen in shock and fear as he was, harry never noticed the man whipping his wand out and start casting spells.

Dumbledore had smiled at the vacant eyed harry before vanishing from his life once again.

From then on harry started noticing a change in memory-harry, he had become rash and impulsive, with seemingly no knowledge of the power that had aided him so many times before.

He had also become very obedient to his aunt and uncle, doing there every whim without a thought, trapped in the bonds of servitude.

There was also this heaviness on him, before he had always had so much energy but now? He was constantly tired and his muscles burned with pain if he tried to run.

Yet there was also familiar about it that made harry wonder whether this bond had ever been removed.

The next few years, had unfortunately, been completely miserable for this new Harry and strangely enough the constant beatings were one of the better moments.

Eventually his 'home-movie' ended, leaving harry to stare into the white void around him and think about how his life turned out.

He hatted to think his actions weren't his own... His emotions weren't his own, his will being twisted whatever way Dumbledore wanted and how good he felt now the spells and bonds had been ripped away, how calm he was now, how easy it was for him to think, how everything had become so clear.

The Dursleys he hated them, the pain they caused, the abuse he suffered, the hatred he felt about every time he found he couldn't disobey them, how he couldn't tell anybody about them.

Looking back at his memoires now, it was obvious that something was wrong, there behaviour was strange, nice, abusive, loving and there frankly ironic obsession with being freakishly normal... it was just so wrong.
But honestly, he dint care about that any more, he would not forgive them, nor would he let them ruin his life this time around.

That fox had given him a chance, a chance to fix things, a chance to live.
He would live for that, for the chance to find friends, to protect them and to get there revenge.

Unfortunately this though proses was, rather violently cut off, as his spirit was torn away from the void and thrust back into his, now living, body.
It was bliss, all the feeling's he had lost in that void, all the joy and emotion returning in a flash. Then he felt it, a rage beginning to build up inside him, that familiar hollow fury he had always struggled to keep hidden from others. The feeling of his body, literally burning as his own magic fought to strip away the hostile energy's bound to his core, his mind overloading as new thoughts and emotions entered his brain, and the hollow relief as his body gained a soul.

It was all too much... He screamed

Yes I know I'm evil, both a cliff-hanger and a short chapter. - But fear not I have an Omake for you!

Omake- prophecy invalid

Dumbledore looked at the orb that held the prophecy in confusion he'd been informed that there had been some sort of disturbance with it but it looked fine, frowning he grasped it in his hand and listened to it play out, "due to a change in management, the prophecy you are trying to access is no longer valid, we are sorry for the inconvenience, please destroy this orb and have a nice day.

Albus Dumbledore's was later found, in the middle of Hogwarts main hall, repeating "it was for the greater good".

Albus Dumbledore's brain fried that day and for the life of them, no one could figure out why.

Sorry about the long wait, in addition to starting collage again, I realised that there was no way that this fic would be any good if I kept the current plot-line, and after some inspiration, I came up with a new one, something which I hinted at in this chapter, first one to guess right gets a cookie by the way.

Now I have a few questions for you all, what house should harry go into?

And please tell me where I can find a timetable of the lessons Hogwarts students do for there 7 years, if not I'll have to work one out myself and that will take time.

Any ideas and requests you have just send me a message and I'll see if I can make it work in the plot.

Also give me reviews, I answer them! No seriously reviews give me motivation to Wright this fic instead of doing other stuff.

One last thing, if I don't get reviews or messages telling me what house they think harry should be in and why, I'll be stuck at the feast and this fic will go nowhere

Any way you can now leave the room and I'll see you next time, and remember reviews make me happy, flamers make me sad and nothing at all means I have no motivation.