Title: Luck

Pairing: Tom Riddle/Voldemort x Harry Potter (SLASH)

Summary: Harry has lived a long and fulfilling life as a wizard, and he is ready to pass on when his time comes. Children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren, Harry was happy with the way things turned...
That is, until, he finds out the truth and gains his strange...inheritance. With a little help from Death, Fate, Time and even Lady Hecate herself, he's able to fix the wrong doings of his past. Maybe even find new friends and family. Who knows?
For Harry, luck is all he needs.

Warning(s): Light swearing

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING HARRY POTTER RELATED, NOR AM I CLAIMING TO! THIS IS JUST A FANFICTION!

"Regular"
'Thoughts'
"Parseltongue"
"Language of the Dead"
'Mind Link'

The sound of Asmo hissing softly awoke Harry on September 2, 1991. The first day of classes at Hogwarts. It was like a dream to Harry, living again. It was amazing that Death gave him another chance at happiness. He smiled at his "servant's" kindness.

'Master, I would do anything for you. It is my celestial duty to keep you safe and happy.' Death spoke in his mind. His Master meant the universe to him. This Master was nicer to him than all the others. His previous Masters would use him like he was a toy, but not this one. His Master cared for him, treated him like an actual being. It was nice...

'Thank you Death.' Harry whispered to him in his mind.

Harry wandlessly cast a Tempus, and looked at the time. It was only a quarter past five, but Harry was wide awake. He guessed that waking up early to slave away for disgusting muggles would do that. The raven was just used to it. Harry remembered the times that he didn't wake up early and wasn't able to cook breakfast for the two pigs and one horse. He would be beaten for it. After a few broken ribs, Harry made sure not to wake up late ever again. It was a wonder that he was still alive after that. Not that he could die.

After dismissing those depressing thoughts, Harry sighed as Asmo complained after being hungry. "Ssspeaker, I require mice!" She hissed at Harry. Why couldn't she just go hunt like Hedwig?

"Anything else your Highness?" Harry replied sarcastically. He spoiled her too much.

"Yesss actually. I wisssh to come with you today." Asmo demanded. She was going to get her way.

"If you really want to then you can, but it won't be fun. You'll have to stay around my neck the entire time." He warned. Harry couldn't have his snake wandering the school corridors on her own, somebody would hurt her. He was just worried about Asmo's safety.

"I underssstand." The snake hissed. As long as she listened then that was fine by Harry.

He stretched in his bed, twisting the silver sheets as he did so. The sound of bones cracking and a satisfied groan came form Harry. He got out of bed and opened Hedwig's cage in case she wanted out of her small confinement. As of now, she was asleep on her perch.

Harry quietly slipped on his slippers and a robe (because he didn't want a cold) before ascending up the stairs and past a few paintings.

He arrived at a window that was two stories above ground level. Harry opened it up and breathed deeply. It was dark outside, the sun just barely peeking out. The air felt calm as it washed over him with an almost silent whooshing sound. His eyes were closed as he lost himself in thought. His life would be so simple if he could stay there forever, basking in the fresh morning air.

But that wasn't to be.

Harry had revenge to take care of, people to save, and most of all, a Dark Lord to piece back together. His life was all sorts of crazy.

The man turned boy sighed once more and walked back to his dorm. Once he arrived, Harry went to his trunk to get clean clothes. He picked out a green long sleeve, button up shirt made of Acromantula silk and black skinny trousers. Of course he would be wearing that under his school robes. If he got hot than there was always a well placed cooling charm.

He brought Asmo in the shower again so she could lay in the steam as he washed up. Once finished, he observed himself in the mirror. Considering he was in an eleven year old body, Harry knew that he would grow more. Hopefully soon, but that was all up to Life and Fate. His body didn't have any hair that was incredibly noticeable, but it was still there. Most scars from his previously life were gone, but there were still the ones from the Dursley's hand.

There was the scar on his lower back that came from his first beating in which Vernon threw him against a wall a bit too hard, the one from when Dudley thought it would be funny to push him down the two flights of stairs at school on his upper left arm, and of course the one that was given to him by Aunt Marge's god forsaken hellhound on his right ankle. Magic could probably heal them, but they were a part of him now. Even as much as he hated them, they made him who he was today.

Exiting the bathroom, Harry cast Tempus again. Only six. He got dressed and brushed his hair. It was down to his shoulder blades now; he would have to cut it soon. Since he wasn't going to do anything special with his hair, there was still time to spare. So he read.

Maybe Ravenclaw would have been a better choice... But Harry loved his house and (most of) the people in it.

The others all woke up around half past six to get ready for the day. They were all too tired to really do anything other than mumble a greeting. Not that Harry blamed them, he would probably be the same if it wasn't for the blasted Dursley's. As time passed and they each took a shower, they woke up a bit more. Draco even complimented his outfit before going back to the bathroom to lather his blonde hair in gel.

"Are we going to breakfast with the other first years?" Theo asked while looking towards Harry. He didn't want to upset the powerful boy at all. Especially after yesterday and night.

The Master of Death could feel eyes on him, so he looked up only to see Theo staring at him. "I don't see why not." If anything, it would let Harry meet more of the students in his year. More allies would be nice in the upcoming war...

After a short while of checking bags and appearances, the four boys walked out of the room together. Since it wasn't quite seven thirty yet, they decided to sit in the common room and wait for the other first years. Harry scanned the dungeon's sitting areas and found the perfect area for him as well as his friends. It was by the fireplace (mainly for Asmo) and had an elegant sofa that was decorated in Slytherin colours. It was able to fit all three of his friends while he sat in one of the two matching armchairs that were situated by the fireplace as well. Asmo hissed softly in content as she felt the heat mingle with her scales.

Silence was the only thing that sounded in the Slytherin common room. Only the prefects from last night were there, but Gemma looked half asleep while Adrian was reading a book, blinking tiredly from time to time. At least Adrian attempted to hide his sleepiness, unlike the female prefect who yawned loudly.

Harry lightly chuckled at Gemma's actions before checking to see if everybody was there. He counted nine little kids (not including himself). They were all there it seemed. Soon, it was finally time to start walking towards the Great Hall. Of course, Harry knew where it was; he knew Hogwarts like the back of his hand. But he walked along with the group anyway, not wanting to draw too much attention to himself.

"You'll come here for all meals, unless told otherwise by an adult, and if you don't remember your way, then too bad!" Gemma announced to the group of nine with a smirk. She had to learn on her own after all. Why not let them?

Harry knew that the only two that would have problems finding the Great Hall would be Crabbe and Goyle. Well maybe not... After all, the Great Hall is the only time they showed emotion.

Just like the night before, the ceiling resembled the sky outside. It was a clear, sunny day with very few clouds. Most of the first years from the other houses were there as well, admiring the ceiling the talking excitedly about the amazing they had. The Ravenclaws had books out to read while they eat, but they were careful as to not mess up their source of knowledge. The Hufflepuffs were arriving just behind the Slytherins since they too were in the basement, and the Gryffindors had yet to show up. All teachers were present as well, even Quirrelmort.

Once again, Harry saw a flash of red in the man's eyes, but it quickly went away. His main attention went to the old man in the middle, sitting like he owned the place. Which he didn't. the heirs to the four founders each owned a quarter of Hogwarts. That meant Harry owned three quarters while Tom owned the last. If they worked together, then the two heirs could get the old coot thrown out of Hogwarts. That would be a sight to see...

Like in his past life, Harry only ate a small meal compared to the other eight first years in his house. Although when Hermione came over to sit next to the raven, she lectured him about the importance of eating properly. Harry smiled and thanked her for caring but didn't proceed to eat more. Of course Weasley had to ruin his good mood by throwing glares at him and his friends. Even if it was slightly amusing to hear the redhead think he was scary.

Soon their Head of House passed out the schedules for their year. When Snape passed Harry, he sneered a little, but that would soon change. Bringing his attention to the piece of parchment in his hands, Harry began to read over it.

His first class of the day was Potions, and he shared that with the Gryffindors. Next was History of Magic with Ravenclaw which wasn't as bad as his first class of the day. All first years had a break until two in the afternoon which was followed by Transfiguration with the Hufflepuffs. Again, not as bad as his first class. After that was Charms with the Hufflepuff first years once again. Finally, classes finished with Astronomy with the Ravenclaws. Then Harry and his friends had dinner until curfew.

Harry supposed it could be worse, but at least he was with most of his friends. Hermione would even be in two of his classes for today. All in all, he was excited for what was to come in the future.

Now if only Quirrelmort would stop his constant staring at him...

That covers this chapter. I hope you enjoyed it! Do you think Harry will outsmart Hermione in all his classes?

Once again, if you have any questions, then you're welcome to ask me in the comments or PM me! (Is it PM? Or is it DM? I always thought they were the same...)

Anyway! See you in the next chapter!

~Mortvient~