Hello to all the wondrous people who've stopped by my little corner of the internet...
I have replace the original chapter that was dreadfully short and replaced it with this, I hope you enjoy.
I never in a million years thought anyone would ever even read a smidgen of my work let alone ask for more. I wrote this past blurb in the start of my junior year of high school.
I have 2 things to say to you. Firstly, I will upload more ( maybe not any form of a consistent schedule, but whenever I feel like it). Secondly a word of warning, my ideas are numerous and my writing thoroughly lacking; however, if this story with short chapters and sup par writing is what you wish to read then salvete omens to this farce of a story I thought up five and a half years ago.
Be prepared friends for though the execution be poor and the concepts I hold be oft generic, I hope I'll be able to bring you a smidgen of entertainment to light up your boredom, and welcome to the world of The Lightning and The Raven.
Andrea Fawley was making her rounds one night at St. Luke's Center for Medicine when she passed by room 102. Now, room 102 was supposed to be empty at this time, but when she passed by this room she found a most peculiar man laying in the bed. This man had scars from head to toe, ghostly white hair, and the most striking emerald green eyes. This man looked like he could have easily passed in age for her grandfathers grandfather... "Excuse me sir, but I don't see you in the records... There must be a glitch in our systems; would you mind telling me who you are and what you are here for?" She queried. "Oh I just needed to lay down for a minute..." a rough voice came out in reply "I won't be long, haven't got much time left, but I've finally won." This puzzled Andrea, in all her training she hadn't heard of people just coming in to take a nap in hospital beds. "I see, well would you at least tell me your name sir?" "Harry... Harry Potter" came the old mans reply. At this point Andrea finally noticed one scar in particular standing out among Harry's face, a lightning bolt. She only had heard of one person in history with that scar... it could only be THE Harry Potter, the boy who lived. He had disappeared from the wizarding world 50 years ago before she was even born.
"You did it?!" Andrea excitedly asked "V-V- Voldemort is finally gone?!" If Harry was surprised the nurse in the muggle Hospital knew about Voldemort, he didn't show it. However a content, but strangely pained smiled graced his face as he replied "Yes, it's finally done, now I can rest..." He paused for a moment before almost whispering "If only it hadn't taken so long to kill you Tom... you took everything from me." Andrea Gasped as she saw Harry potter's eyes dim to a lifeless green. She rushed forward to check the old man for any signs of life, but alas, there were none, no pulse, no breath, no magical signature, nothing.
Voldemort's rise 50 years ago had been quite the shock to Harry Potter. Harry had thought that all of Voldemort's horocruxes had already been destroyed, but one had been lurking udder everyone noses, festering until and unfortunate fifth year Hufflepuff had stumbled across an old Slytheran tie hiding under a pile of books in the room of requirements. Thinking nothing of it, the Hufflepuff picked up the discarded tie, only to be possessed by Voldemort. Through that Hufflepuff Voldemort exacted his revenge on society, Killing all known muggleborns at the time alongside half of the remaining wizards and witches. No matter what he tried Harry couldn't stop him, until after all of that blood shed. Even then, he only dueled Voldemort to a standstill, and they both disappeared.
For 50 years Harry sought for any glimpses of Voldemort rising yet again, and for 50 years he heard nothing. However that all changed on the night of Halloween Night 2123. That particular poetic night Harry finally had a reputable lead for the first time in 50 years. Harry found Voldemort hiding out in a stronghold in the Siberian wastes. The wards Voldemort had set up over the last 50 years turned out to be laughably easy for Harry Potter. while Voldemort had been trying to find a way for himself to regain his full power from one two hundred and fifty sixth of his soul, Harry had studied and practiced nonstop while seeking out Voldemort.
Once Harry had forced Voldemort's wards down, it was only too easy for him to kill the ancient dark Lord. However in the brief but fierce exchange, Harry had been hit by a nasty variant of the killing curse which would slowly and painfully kill the victim. Knowing his end was near Harry blindly apparated to where his magic was calling him to be. He wound up in an all to familiar hospital in Little Whinging, Surrey. He found himself in the room that he'd been in dozens of times in his youth, before he even knew about magic. He was in room 102 of St. Luke's Center for Medicine. Even though the room had all of the latest gadgets and gismo's modern technology could offer, he recognized the little room. Laying on the bed preparing to drift off into sleep, he felt his mind drift and wander, wondering all about what had gone wrong in his life. He thought of the Weasleys and how they abandoned him after he found Ginny cheating on him with some guy on her quidditch team and promptly left her. He thought about how every family figure he'd ever known was dead by the hands of Either Voldemort or his followers. He wished he could do it all over again.
His reverie was cut short as he felt a magic presence start to pass by the room he was in, but stopped. Looking up his eyes met those of a young witch, probably just out of Hogwarts. She was rather short, had gray eyes, long blonde hair, and a kind expression. They had a brief exchange but finally Harry felt the magic preparing to finally take him, and as he felt himself slip into the great rest he silently wished Death for a do-over, calling upon his birthright as the master of Death.
Harry Awoke to the sound of footfall on the stairs above him. Struggling to get his bearings he heard "Wake up freak, it's my birthday!" come from a young voice. "5 more minutes" he replied thinking this must be a bad dream. That was the wrong answer. The door to the cupboard under the stairs was wrenched open and the angry countenance of Vernon Dursley Stared Harry down "Think you're being funny Freak?!" Realizing just where he was "No sir," he swiftly replied "sorry sir." Vernon got a smug look on his face "That's what I thought, Freak. Now go make us Breakfast, and you'd better not burn it or you'll be in your room for a month. Do you understand me?" Harry couldn''t believe it, but he merely replied "Yes sir." As Harry passed Vernon on his way to the kitchen Vernon gave Harry a swift rap on the back with his cane for good measure, but Harry didn't give him the satisfaction of a pained cry. The morning continued as Harry remembered it until it came time for the trip to the zoo. As Harry remembered Mrs. Fig was unable to watch Harry, so he expected he would be dragged along to the zoo. However, upon hearing that she was unable to watch Harry, Vernon grabbed Harry by the arm and roughly threw Harry into his cupboard before slamming the door shut and locking it so Harry couldn't leave.
As the Dursleys left for the zoo, they didn't notice as an eagle with particularly dark talons watching the house from the telephone pole.
Alone in his cupboard, Harry was left with nothing to do. That was until he saw a doorway appear at the tall side of his cupboard. In this doorway was an ancient looking oaken door with a brass handle that looked well worn. Harry had never seen anything like this in his life, but having nothing to lose, he reached out for the handle. The moment his had touched the ancient door knob he felt the familiar tug on the nose of a port key. Not wanting to fall on his ass coming out of the port key, he began to mime walking. As he glided down to the ground, Harry found himself in a strange room. The room he found himself in was a marble chamber with tall marble columns flanking each side. At the Far end of the hall was an ancient throne and an even older woman who appeared to be knitting an intricate tapestry. The ancient woman seemed to radiate pure magic.
The lady looked up from her tapestry a little bit befuddled "Mr. Potter, I hardly expected you to grace my halls, but alas, you did beg me for another chance." Harry's eyebrow's shot up to the top of his head "you're death?" This brought a chuckle to the old lady "Oh, were you expecting me to be some skeleton with a scythe? No idea how the muggles got that picture of me... However, to answer your question, yes, I am death, keeper of the tapestry of fate, ferrier of lost souls, the only constant." Harry could only open and close his mouth like a gold fish before hurriedly entering a deep bow. "Oh get up, enough with the formalities, you've at least earned that right." Death continued "In response to your plea, I have brought you back to right your wrongs, but the tapestry of fate won't allow you to maintain your accumulated knowledge, the world simply couldn't handle a mere 11 year old knowing more about magic than the oldest of mages, now could it?" "I suppose not Lady Death..." Harry said rising to his feet "What do you propose so that I don't repeat history without my knowledge?" Death scoffed at him "You will have some of your knowledge young one, but by no means will it be where it was at the end of your life. You shall remember the most important things; the horocruxes, and as they happen you will remember the events of each of your school years." Harry couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief, the opportunity that death was giving him was exactly what he needed. "Lady Death, thank you, I graciously accept your terms." Death smiled at him as he said that before rising and walking to him "One last thing young one. I will give you my blessing and ferry that damned shard of Tom Riddle's soul to the afterlife to ease your suffering." She said touching his forehead with a cool finger. "I also should let you know that I've left you with the gift of parsletongue. It should help you with your task. Now go." Leaving no room for debate Death ushered Harry back to the ancient door before adding "I hope I don't have to see you again for a long time now, Mr. Potter."
With that, Harry found himself awake in his cupboard. He reached up remembering a cool touch on his forehead where the horocruxe was... now how did he know that... he couldn't remember. He did know that he was in the cupboard under the stairs where he'd been raise for as long as he could remember. But suddenly he remembered... no that can't be right, he remembered the year to come. At least that's what it felt like as visions of a stuttering man in a purple turban stuffed with garlic filled his brain. "Now just who is that?" Harry thought to himself before he heard a rapping at his cupboard door as it was unlocked and opened. "We are going to open Dudley's presents now and then go out to dinner, I expect the house to be spotless by the time we return, Freak." Vernon spat at Harry, who could only nod and say "Yes sir."
All while Dudley opened his slew of gifts and while the family went out for dinner at Dudleys favorite restaurant, Harry cleaned every square inch of the house he could think of. He didn't want Vernon to beat him again like at Dudley's last Birthday where he'd forgotten to clean the closest on the second floor. However unlike the many times before, harry saw an end in sight. He knew that he would be leaving this place soon. While Harry cleaned the eagle watched, still unnoticed. After Harry finally got done cleaning the house, he returned to his cupboard and drifted into sleep whith the thought that "this year is going to be an interesting one" The young 10 year old had no idea just how right that would be...