A story of a new life

Dedicated to Queen of Monkey Magic my first reviewer!

Chapter 1: The unpredictable

Harry - the young Harry

Harry Potter seventeen years old, defeater of the biggest bad Dark Lord, Saviour of the world, Commander of the Light forces, King of the wizards, Owner of Hogwarts castle, and holder of more titles then anyone can be stuffed writing, was dieing. Yes that's right folks, the un-killable boy was carking it, kick the bucket, going to meet his maker, departing this life, breathing his last breath, passing away however you want to say it. Why? How? I hear you ask, well it turns out that 'Moldy-shorts', you know the 'big bad' used his last breath to cast a unknown spell on 'boy-wonder' that just so happened to have the purpose in killing the 'boy-nuisance', ironic really that he only managed to do that which he had been trying to do for the last sixteen years, after he had died. But there you have it, such is life; anyway back to the story. So Harry was dieing, the best of the best medi-witches and wizards had come and tried their best to save him but all left with the same results, 'there was nothing we could do', 'all you can do now is make him comfortable' you know that kind of thing.

Harry lay in his bed in a privet room in Hogwarts, his friends where all here just as he had asked, "Don't worry guys," he said in the soft voice of a dieing person, "I'll be with mum, dad, Sirius, and everyone," Harry told them with a small smile, "The next great adventure, as Albus used to say,"

"Oh but Harry we'll miss you," Hermione cried tears running down the side of her face as she held onto her best friends hand.

"Yeah mate it won't be the same without you," Ron added his cheeks also wet from the tears that rolled unchecked down his cheeks.

Harry closed his eyes for a moment but opened them as he felt a tug at his soul, he knew he didn't have much longer, "You're both going to be such good parents… just make sure that they know their 'Uncle' Harry loves them," Hermione let out a loud sob at that but nodded her head and let Ron lead her a little bit away so Harry could talk to the others, "Hey Nev, Gin, you two have my blessing," Harry smiled at the young engaged couple in front of him.

"Thanks mate," Neville gave him a watery grin.

"Harry… Thank you, for everything," Ginny said, "For saving my life in first year, to saving my life countless times after, I just want you to know that you are my brother," she told him, "My soul brother," she said kissing his check before hiding her head in Neville's shirt as he led her away.

"I've arranged everything as you asked cub," Remus said his face looking much older then it should, as he began to morn yet another of his family.

"Watcha Harry," Tonks said but it held none of her usual cheer in it.

"You look after Moony, Tonks because I won't be here to make sure he eats and everything, and he certainly won't look after himself," Harry said as he gazed fondly at his last father figure.

"Sure thing," Tonks grinned, a watery smile as she wrapped her arm around the man beside her, "I'll keep a close watch on him,"

Harry continued to give his last goodbyes even as he felt the tug grow stronger.

"Ron, Mione…" he whispered as he finished speacking to the last of his close friends.

"Yeah mate? Where here," Ron said as he and Hermione approached his bed again taking a hand each.

"You two where my first real close friends, you stuck by me throughout the years, through all the trails and life threatening experiences, and I just wanted to say thank you… You're the best friends I could ever hope to have had… I…" The pull was so strong now, "You are my family… All of you," he looked at everyone in the room, "And I wish you the best of luck in the future… long lives full of love and hope everything you have given to me… knowing you all was the greatest honour I've ever received, you showed me what love was, you gave me hope when I had none and held me up when I would have fallen, you where the light when I was surrounded by the dark and I just want you to know that it was you all who gave me this chance a life… if I regret anything it is that I have to leave you…" Harry trailed off he breathed out and didn't breath in again.

Ron and Hermione felt his hands go slack and Ron pulled her into his arms as they cried over the death of their brother. Everyone else in the room was also crying over the death of their family member as that is what they all saw him as, wether it be brother, or son.

Four days later a privet funeral was preformed as was Harry's request. His gravestone read:

Here lies Harry Potter

A true Hero

Beloved friend, soul brother and son

Who's greatest wish was just to be Harry

1989-2006

May he rest in the peace he long deserved

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But what has that to do with the start of the story you ask? Well if you would let me continue you might find out!

You see after Harry's (big, seventeen year old Harry's) soul was pulled from his body it didn't go to the realm of the dead as he thought as that wasn't what the spell 'Moldy-warts' preformed was made for, instead it sent his soul to a void of some sorts where these strange bubble like things flew passed quickly, each bubble thing seemed to contain images of alternative lives Harry could have lived had things where different.

Soul Harry watched them go by looking for one that looked/felt right. When a mirror that showed a young Harry who had just died, soul Harry disappeared into it having found what it was looking for, an empty body that it could inhabit.

And so it was that the little boy and seventeen year old Harry took a deep life giving breath before falling into unconsciousness.

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While Harry was unconscious he found out what had happened and received the memories of the young Harry, as it turned out things in this world where totally different, yet strangely similar. In this world there was no such thing as the wizarding world as wizards simply didn't exist, his parents where still dead, murdered along with their best friend Sirius, Remus had died shortly after due from a terminal illness contracted at a young age. Harry's father had been a rich 'play-boy' with no other relatives and his Aunt still despised him as she had been incredibly jealous of her sister. His Uncle also hated him as he had hated his father and was angry that Harry's parents had made sure they could in no way ever get control of the Potter fortune. Other then that it was fairly similar other then the fact that instead of Neglect, chores and mild physical abuse this Harry had suffered Neglect, chores, extreme physical, mental and emotional abuse.

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And there you have it, the unpredictable advent that had happened. Don't you feel so privileged now that you know? No? Well I never! Humph, there is no pleasing some people! What? You want to know what happens later? Well I suppose I could… Okay I'll do it!

A/N: Wow great response! Thanks to everyone who reviewed, Queen of Monkey Magic, Honor-Harrington1982, bandgsecurtiyaw, Colonel Fitz, and Heather.