I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER

Harry woke up with his face pressed to a cool floor. Something about that seemed wrong to him. Wracking his brain he suddenly shot up off the floor. The last thing he remembered was the green light of Riddle's killing curse hitting him in the chest. That should preclude any waking up on a floor, or indeed anywhere else. Maybe he was back at the ethereal King's Cross Station he had just visited. Looking around he realized that wherever he was it didn't look at all ethereal. Thoroughly confused, Harry sat in the chair provided. The best thing to do was probably just wait until someone showed up like Dumbledore had done.

Harry had no idea how long he sat in the waiting room, but finally he saw a women in her mid-twenties come through a door he hadn't seen before and call his name from a clipboard.

Her face turned into a shock as she registered what she said and looked at him.

"In you go dear and all the best" she said to him and smiled kindly as he went through the door.

He stepped through the threshold and came to an office with white walls, white table and a man sitting on a white chair. There were papers, quills and pens on the table and another empty chair in the front of the table.

As soon as he looked up front the papers he was reading, his face turned into the look of pure horror as he saw Harry. He got up from the chair from such a force that it knocked it backwards as he came to a halt in front of Harry and grabbed his robes.

"YOU! What the hell are you doing here again? Can't you just let me have a peaceful job." he shouted.

"What are you ranting about?" Harry asked angrily and yanking his robes free from him. "I even don't know who you are you madman and what do you mean by again"

At that the man's face lost some anger "I'm Tommy your grim reaper and yes this is not your first time this is your seventh time."

"What do you mean by that? Have I died six times before? But why don't I remember anything and why was I sent back"

"Ah! Yes,first you splinched yourself when you were seven, Killed by basilisk in your second year, kissed by a Dementor in the next, fried by the dragon in your fourth, died due to blood loss due to Blood Quill in your fifth and by drinking the poisoned drink in your sixth. As to why you were returned is you have to fulfill your destiny to kill the one Tom Marvolo Riddle and be with your soulmate and live a happy life up to 165 years" Tommy said to the teen in front of him.

"Wow! Ginny is my soulmate."

"OH no. Weasley is not your soulmate, if I remember correctly it's some Granger girl." the Reaper said to him. 'Hermione is my soulmate' thought Harry in shock.

"Now I'll ask my boss what to do" with that he got up and left the room. After few minutes he returned with a parchment rolled in his hand "He has agreed to send you back in time with some abilities and this is your LAST CHANCE DON'T SCREW THIS!"

"What abilities and at what year are you sending me back?" asked Harry to the man...err...Reaper in front of him.

Tommy unrolled the parchment he brought with him and began scanning it. "Let's see...AH GOT IT! You will be sent back to end of the third year, with your memories and power intact, abilities due to basilisk bite and phoenix tears and complete occlumency barriers, with an ability to see auras and without the Horcrux that is residing in your head"

"And what do you mean by abilities due to basilisk bite and phoenix tears?" Harry asked brows knitting.

"Animagus abilities and abilities based on your form" he replied to him.

Harry thought about it and came to a conclusion "I have a few conditions" he said to Tommy.

"And what are they?" he asked with a frown.

"I need a multidimensional trunk with time suppressing rune. In that said trunk there should be a library with useful books for me." Harry said to him. The Reaper got up and went through a door. He came back with another parchment in hand and sat before him and spread the parchment in front of him and asked him to sign the sheet. He read through it and signed it using the pen given to him.

With that thy got up and went to another room from where he was sent back. He felt like he was falling from sky and suddenly he was sitting on the seat of the Hogwarts Express with a familiar sheet in his hand.

I, Sirius Black, Harry Potter's godfather, hereby give him permission to visit Hogsmeade on weekends.

Harry read and reread the letter from Sirius all the way back into King's Cross station. It was still clutched tightly in his hand as he, Ron, and Hermione stepped back through the barrier of platform nine and three-quarters. Harry spotted Uncle Vernon at once. He was standing a good distance from Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, eyeing them suspiciously, and when hugged Harry in greeting, his worst suspicions about them seemed confirmed.

"I'll call about the World Cup!" Ron yelled after Harry as Harry bid him and Hermione good-bye, then wheeled the trolley bearing his trunk and Hedwig's cage toward Uncle Vernon, who greeted him in his usual fashion.

"What's that?" he snarled, staring at the envelope Harry was still clutching in his hand. "If it's another form for me to sign, you've got another —"

"It's not," said Harry cheerfully. "It's a letter from my godfather."

"Godfather?" spluttered Uncle Vernon. "You haven't got a godfather!"

"Yes, I have," said Harry brightly. "He was my mum and dad's best friend. He's a convicted murderer, but he's broken out of Wizard prison and he's on the run. He likes to keep in touch with me, though . . . keep up with my news . . . check if I'm happy. . . ." And, grinning broadly at the look of horror on Uncle Vernon's face, Harry set off toward the station exit, Hedwig rattling along in front of him, for what looked like a much better summer than the last. 'Much much better and interesting summer after all' he thought with a wicked grin.