A Second Chance

It was the Light's last chance at winning the war and Minerva McGonagall was going to take it. In exchange for her life, one man was to be sent back to the past to change everything. Enemies beware, because Harry James Potter has a vendetta. SSHPLM

Main Relationship Focus: Harry Potter/Severus Snape/Lucius Malfoy
Genres: Action & Adventure, Angst, Drama, Romance and Suspense
Rating: M for violence, sex and language
Length: Epic
Warning: Slash, threesomes.
Disclaimers: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by J.K Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Warner Bros, Bloomsbury. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Beta: Amber

III: Uncle Kyle?

"Petunia Dursley?"

The horsey looking woman simpered and Kyle had to resist the urge to spew in disgust. The young man had transfigured his robes into a smart, well-cut business suit which complimented his good looks.

"I'm here for my nephew."

The blond woman frowned stupidly. "I wasn't aware that Vernon had a younger brother, as a matter of fact, you look nothing like him."

Kyle grimaced, the day he started looking like Vernon would be the day he killed himself out of disgust.

"No, you idiotic woman," Petunia gasped at the exasperated insult. "Harry Potter is my nephew and I've come to get him."

The ugly woman's eyes flickered with fear and she stuttered, "There… there… there is no…no one called… Harry Potter here. I…I'm afraid… you've gotten the wrong… wrong address."

Kyle sneered, pinning the terrified woman down with his startling gaze.

"You are a terrible liar, Aunt Petunia. I know exactly where Harry is, in fact, he's in this house, in the cupboard right under the stairs. I should know," Kyle advanced on the trembling woman, "because I lived here in the exact circumstances."

Petunia paled even further and her watery blue eyes. Acidic green eyes flashed dangerously and the unpleasant woman gasped mightily again. "How…what… who…"

"Now, if you please, my nephew?" Kyle drawled, cutting off the distraught woman coldly, "I would like to get to him before the next century."

Petunia stood rooted to the ground with wide eyes infused with horror. Kyle sighed, in mock suffering and when he looked at Petunia again, the woman couldn't draw her eyes away from the poisonous green gaze. Vernon decided to come out and see who was at the door. When he saw the state of his wife, he waddled to the door.

"Petunia, if there is one thing I know about you, is that you care greatly for your reputation. Now, I doubt you would appreciate your neighbours suddenly knowing how your treated your poor nephew, treating him like a slave and depriving him of a childhood, would you?"

By the time Vernon reached the door, he was hideously purple and swollen. "How dare you speak to my wife like this?! You freak! Apologize at once and leave because we don't tolerate your kind with all your freakishness!"

Kyle's green eyes flashed again, "You do realise how easy it is for me to banish you into nothingness? All I need is a flick of my wand and you'll be gone from the face of the earth forever. Or I could inflict such pain that you wished that you could have died, but with magic," Vernon and Petunia flinched at that word and Kyle smiled sinisterly, "I could keep you alive just to torture you. You will be begging me to kill you but I wouldn't because an eternity of torture wouldn't suffice after all you've did to my nephew. So either you hand over Harry or I'll just have to carry out my words."

The woman he used to call his aunt quivered and whimpered; even Vernon was terrified, the pupils of his piggy eyes were dilated in fear. Kyle smirked inwardly at his relatives' responses to his threats. His emerald eyes glittered and Kyle whispered his command.

"I want to see Harry. Now."

Petunia scrambled to the living room where, he knew from personal experience, the stairs were. Kyle waited and he caught some furious whisperings. Then footsteps met his ears before he could see anyone. Petunia's eyes were darting around, as if looking for possible escapes. The beryl-eyed man smirked and when he looked down, identical jade orbs met his gaze.

Kyle felt his heart clench at the little raven-haired boy before him, eyes dark with suspicion and hesitation. His hand itched for his wand. Kyle squatted, making his eyes level with his younger self's gaze.

"Hello, Harry. I'm Kyle Peverell, your uncle from your father's side and rest be assured, your parents did not die in a car accident. They were heroes." At that, Harry's brilliant gaze widened, lighting up with curiosity and hope. Kyle smiled and whispered.

"I'm going to get you out of here. Just give me a few more minutes." Harry nodded adorably. Kyle stood up again and then whispered a few choice Latin phrases with a fervent anger. Petunia shivered at the sibilant sounds as Kyle slipped into Parseltongue to strengthen the magic. A small wave of magic washed the vicinity and when Kyle was finished, there was a dark satisfied glint in his bright green eyes.

"Petunia Dursley, if it wasn't against my beliefs, you would cease to exist at this very moment. You are one of the worst excuses for a human being I've seen and believe me, I've seen the worst of people. Here there is someone of your own blood, the son of your sister and instead of taking him in and bringing him up like you should as a son, you raised him to be a servant. Had you taken care of him properly, there is no doubt that you would be living very comfortably in the near future because you see, little Harry here is heir to one of the richest families in the world. Should you ever do something like this again, all of you, including your precious Duddley-kins will be punished severely for it. I can assure you that it will not be painless and temporary."

Petunia clutched her chest, disbelieving eyes staring at malicious green. "Now if you would excuse us, I would like for us to return to the Manor. Be thankful that I didn't kill you the moment I laid eyes on you. Oh, Vernon? You're fired, I forgot to mention that Harry, here, owns Grunnings." Kyle smirked at the walrus of a man's comical expression and then ushered Harry out of the door. Before he left, Kyle turned and snarled.

"Have a nice life."

Kyle's furious stare softened when he gazed down at his young charge. Harry looked up and locked gazes with his new guardian. Kyle smiled and asked the young Potter heir.

"Ready?"

The child beamed, taking Kyle's breath away at the simple, endearing sight. Not even an hour, the boy had wormed his way into his heart. Well, it wouldn't be too hard, Kyle concluded, for his older self to love his younger self like a son, seeing that the boy was him after all.

"Thought you'd never ask."

Kyle chuckled at the cheeky reply and the pair Disapparated from the painfully perfect lawn and into a new world filled with possibilities.

Harry couldn't contain his excitement. He had another Uncle! An uncle who seemed to be just like him, able to make things happen without reason. He was finally going to be able to get away from Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon who were really mean to him. Harry thought that his new uncle looked different, a good different.

He was really tall and had pale skin plus really green eyes. Eyes like his, that's why Harry accepted the man as his uncle immediately. However, even though Harry had never met his uncle before, the young boy felt as if he knew the man intimately.

"Uncle Kyle?"

The man looked down, "Yes, Harry?"

"Have I seen you before?"

Kyle smiled, amusement shining brightly in his brilliant gaze. "I don't think so, I just returned from America after being there for ten years, I don't think you were born when I left England. But we're relatives so maybe that's why you feel as if you've met me before."

I wouldn't be surprised at that, Kyle thought, because I am you, well, at least used to be.

Harry frowned cutely as he pondered and then nodded, accepting his uncle's explanation at face value although he couldn't help himself but to feel as if there was something else that his uncle wasn't telling him. Then his attention was snapped up by the Manor they just arrived in. Harry stared, awestruck at the prospect of living in such a place.

"Wow, this place is huge!"

His uncle chuckled and gestured for him to follow him, "Welcome to Potter Manor, come on, we can go exploring later. First, we have to get you settled into your room."

His room?

Harry widened his eyes and scampered after his uncle. He was going to get his own room! The young boy didn't know how long he walked for but he didn't mind the length because the Manor was really interesting, there were many portraits who looked kind of like him moved and waved and smiled while he passed. Nearly every male portrait had messy black hair. Harry wished that he could have three more sets of eyes so that he could take in everything.

Harry saw his uncle open a door and enter it, the young boy followed quickly and when he saw where they were, he gasped. The room was a spacious area with a large bed, a few shelves, a big desk and a enormous closet. It was decorated in tones of blue and Harry loved it.

"Is this my room?"

His uncle merely smiled warmly and nodded. Harry bounded upfront and hugged the tall man around the legs. "Thanks, Uncle Kyle!"

Then he remembered where he was and he back away. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that."

The man sighed and then squatted to face Harry. Green eyes sad, his uncle said, "Harry, there's nothing wrong with showing affection. I don't' mind hugs, in fact, I like them. They're nice and you can give one to me anytime you want. Here," his uncle opened his arms and Harry jumped into the embrace, encircling the man's neck with his arms, resting his head on the broad shoulder.

"I'm glad you found me, Uncle Kyle."

Kyle suddenly felt his younger-self trembling and his shoulder going wet. Harry was crying and the Peverell merely tightened his embrace, offering comfort and solace to the little soul.

"It's alright now, Harry. You're going to be staying with me from now on, nobody is going to hurt you anymore."

Harry's head nodded against the crook of his neck and Kyle smiled slightly. The uncle and nephew stayed in that position for a while. The moment was then interrupted when the young boy's stomach growled loudly. The boy sniffled and then giggled.

"Sorry."

Kyle laughed and then shook his head, "You don't have to apologize for being hungry, come on, I'm sure Lathy would love to cook up something for you."

"Lathy?"

Kyle had to remember that his younger-self, now nephew, didn't know much about the Wizarding World. He smiled and explained.

"She's a house-elf, a loyal servant of the Manor. She would love you."

Harry didn't know how to react so he nodded, then his uncle called out. "Lathy!"

An adorable creature about two to three feet tall, with spindly arms and legs and oversized heads and bright blue eyes appeared. Her pointed, bat-like ears flopped like a dog's and she spoke up in a high, squeaky voice. Harry loved the house-elf on sight.

"Yes, Master Kyle?"

"Good evening, Lathy. Remember Harry?"

The female house-elf took a good look at the young boy and squealed, "Master Harry, Master James's boy! Lathy remembers, Master Harry was a teensy-weenie baby then." She then recovered and then looked at Kyle, who was familiar with the Manor in his previous timeline. He had dropped in earlier to inform the house-elves and he was glad that Harry was taking in everything rather well.

"Hi." Harry smiled shyly and waved; Lathy cooed and then asked Kyle.

"Is there anything Lathy can do for you, Master Kyle?"

Kyle smiled warmly at the eager house-elf; she had been his favorite when he was staying here during his previous timeline.

"Just a simple dinner, nothing too rich and perhaps your mushroom soup?"

Lathy nodded quickly and bowed, "Dinner will be ready in half an hour." She disappeared with a small crack and Harry bounced, excited.

"Can we see more of the Manor?"

The man agreed and the pair embarked on a journey that mostly involved Harry chatting with various portraits. Then they came to a pair of portraits had a very beautiful woman around the age of sixty sitting prettily on an ornate chair. Harry read the nameplate Charlotte Helena Potter, wife of Octavius Philip. She had dark red hair and deep sapphire eyes.

"Hello."

Kyle smiled in reminiscence; his grandmother had been a favorite for conversations when he was in the Manor. The lady in the portrait looked down at the young voice and she smiled.

"Hello and just who would you be?"

Harry smiled shyly, "I'm Harry Potter. Pleased to meet you and if it's not too rude to answer, how are you related to me?"

Charlotte's blue eyes sparkled as she laughed, "Who is your father?"

"James Potter."

Charlotte's mouth opened slightly and she hesitated slightly before smiling again with overly bright eyes. "Oh, you're my grandson. James was my son."

Harry looked up in wonder, "You're my grandmother?"

"Oh, how you've grown. The last time I saw you, you were this small." The painting used her hands to illustrate her point and Kyle smiled softly.

"Grandma, I'll come back to talk you later? There's still a lot of portraits I need to go meet, if it's okay with you, maybe you can tell me about my father?" Charlotte's blue eyes softened and she nodded.

"It would be a pleasure, I would have even without asking, now off you go." Harry beamed and nodded, scurrying to the next portrait, a forbearer by the name of Jonathan.

Then the Potter matriarch turned her attention to Kyle, azure eyes glinting knowingly. "Hello, the Manor tells me that you've been here before…"

Kyle bowed, "It seems as if nothing escapes you, my lady grandmother."

"Both of you have Lily's beautiful, distinct eyes, it's hard to miss them and mistake them as someone else's," then Charlotte's cerulean gaze turned sharp. "Take care of the young child, your eyes tell me that you've experienced things that no one of your age should. I don't want to see young Harry over there," she glanced at the excited nine year-old who was chatting away with another portrait animatedly, "having the same gaze."

"Rest be assured, grandmother. I'll do anything in my power to give him a normal childhood and life." Charlotte nodded, satisfied, and then she sighed with a small smile, "James would have been proud of you."

Kyle froze and then nodded, "Thank you."

Lathy chose this moment to appear with a crack, bringing news of dinner. "Master Kyle, dinner is ready."

Kyle nodded and dismissed the elf with a thank-you. He bowed again to Charlotte, who inclined her head elegantly.

"It has been a pleasure, Lady Grandmother."

Charlotte's blue eyes glittered with amusement. "Likewise."

Kyle smiled once more before calling for his nephew, "Harry, it's time for dinner!"

The boy perked up at the promise of food and went to his uncle's side as once. Harry and Kyle walked to the dinner area and when the young child saw the spread of food, he stared and once again, Kyle wished that he had punished the Dursleys more harshly. He didn't forget how they used to starve him as well.

Kyle led his nephew to the table and sat him down with a smile. "Take your time, Harry, the food here is not going to run away from you and you can have anything you want here on the table."

Harry looked up with disbelieving eyes, "Really?"

Kyle nodded, "Yes."

The pair shared a quiet but companionable dinner and by the end of it, Harry was little sleepy as he yawned repeatedly. Kyle smiled and led the young boy back to his room.

"Go take a shower." The man ushered his nephew into the adjacent bathroom and turned on the showers. Harry nodded, too tired to protest. Kyle took the time while the young boy was in the bathroom to lay out a pair of blue silk pajamas on the bed. Before long, Harry was out of the bathroom swallowed by a white fluffy towel.

"Here," Kyle started pulling the pajama top over his nephew's head after the boy pulled on the pants on his own. Harry smiled drowsily as his uncle dried his hair with a towel.

"Thank you," Harry spoke up after a pleasant silence, "no one has done that for me before."

"Not a problem, we're family now and I intend to the best uncle someone can ever have." Kyle grinned and his nephew hugged him tightly.

"Thank you."

The Peverell returned the hug and then proceeded to tuck the boy into bed. Harry smiled sleepily again, eyes unfocused after his poor excuse for a pair of spectacles were removed. Kyle reminded himself to replace that pair.

"Good night, Uncle Kyle."

Kyle smiled softly, bent down and placed a kiss on his nephew's scarred forehead. "Goodnight, Harry."

It didn't take long for the exhausted young boy to fall asleep after all the excitement of the day. Kyle switched off the lights with a wave of his hand and left the room quietly with one last look at the peacefully sleeping boy before closing the door.

For a long time since he could remember, Harry Potter didn't dream about a woman's voice screaming and begging, which was followed by a bright green flash of light. He dreamt of his uncle.

Kyle retired to his study after he had tucked his nephew into bed. There were various reports waiting for him to be gone through on his desk but he couldn't care less about those right now. Since he had time on his hands, Kyle decided to map out his goals in a list.

Things to Do

1. Start teaching Harry

2. Draw Lucius Malfoy away from Voldemort

3. Retrieve Peter Pettigrew and get Sirius out of Azkaban

4. Find Remus

5. Research about Horcruxes

6. Prevent most of the stuff from happening

7. Make sure that I'll get the DA post when Harry starts Hogwarts

8. Establish a company that would help run both the Peverell and Potter Estates while I'm gone

9. Get Fudge out of office and instate someone more competent

10. …

Kyle paused, uncertain what to write. He sat in silence, thinking hard and staring at the small piece of paper.

"How about changing the Wizarding World?"

The green-eyed man whirled around, whipping out his wand but he didn't control his turn too well, leaned too forwards and fell off the chair with a surprised grunt. Magic's multi-coloured gaze brightened with amusement and she laughed.

"Ugh, more warning next time please?"

Kyle groaned and picked himself up from the floor which he fell, face first, on. Magic laughed again.

"Nah, it's very entertaining."

The man rolled his eyes and the being before him giggled, "So how's my favourite time-traveller doing?"

"So far it's been peaceful and that's really something considering who I was just yesterday."

Magic nodded and then asked in a softer voice, "How's Harry doing?"

The man smiled, his whole demeanour softening. "He's doing better already but I'll have work on my hands reversing some of the effects he had staying with the Dursleys. Other than that, it's brilliant."

Magic smiled and sighed, Kyle thought that the powerful being looked rather nostalgic. He then remembered what the entity just said and asked, "What do you mean by changing the Wizarding World?"

"Now you're talking my language," Magic grinned slightly sinisterly and Kyle swallowed a little nervously, "time to wreck some havoc on some of my more stupid creations."

TBC...

Coming Up Next: Diagon Alley

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Lex.