AN: Here's number 3.

If Harry was to be honest with himself, he had been looking forward to death.

Not only would he get to see Sirius and all the others who had died, he would finally get to meet his parents.

How he had longed for the warmth of his mother and fathers embrace, to be able to sit and talk with them. Learn when his mother had first realized that James wasn't the cocky bully that he once was, or how his dad had finally gotten Lily to say yes to a date.

Just getting to know them was going to be more than enough of a reward for not only how hard his life had been, but for giving up his future, and chance at happiness.

But at this moment Harry was starting to feel that maybe he wasn't going to be rewarded, but punished.

"Hello," called Harry, for what seemed like the thousandth time. "Is anyone out there?"

He had awoken, much like he had when he had been hit with the second Killing Curse, alone, naked, and surrounded by nothing but whiteness.

Slowly getting to his feet, he wished for clothes, and they appeared before he was fully standing. Putting them on, he decided to go looking for someone, to see what the first step in the next great adventure was.

The only thing wrong with this plan was that there was no one to be found.

All he could do was continue to walk and call out for someone, hoping that anything besides silence would answer him.

Maybe he wasn't to be rewarded for what he had done. He remembered hearing his uncle saying something about killing yourself meant you would go to hell.

'But this isn't hell is it,' he thought to himself, thinking of hell as a pit full of fire. 'Then again I thought I was going to get to see my parents, and everyone else that had died. Not getting to see them or anything else for all of eternity would be the worst kind of hell I could think of... I'd almost prefer the flames and a pit.'

"Well if that's what you really want I could pull some strings, see if I could find you hole to be thrown in to."

Whipping around, Harry came face to face with a... Well he wasn't really sure what it was.

Standing in front of Harry was a being whose appearance kept shifting, one second it would be a beautiful women with long white hair and blue eyes, the next it was a man with blonde hair, and violet eyes that somehow reminded him of Mad-Eye Moody. The… being, never keeping the same look for more than a second.

Standing there transfixed by the constantly changing person, he didn't hear said person chuckling at him.

"You know I always thought that you had better manners than to just stare at someone, like their some kind of circus attraction."

Hearing this Harry jumped, and started sputtering apologizes, "I-I'm so sorry sir... or um miss? It's just that you caught me off guard and well..."

Figuring he had had enough fun with the boy in front of him he settled his appearance to that of a small child with green hair, orange eyes and skin the color of rust.

"It's quiet alright Mr. Potter, you may call me Karma, or Kar for short," spoke the now identified person. "I'm used to people reacting that way when they see how good looking I am," he said, in a tone of voice that reminded Harry of the time Sirius had run around Grimmauld Place, pretending to be Lucius Malfoy.

"Oh...um ok Kar," Harry said hesitantly, not really sure what to say to the person in front of him." Do you know where we are?"

"Yes as a matter of fact I do. We are, as of this moment, in the... In between," finished Kar, in a way that suggested that Harry should be in awe.

"The in between," asked Harry, looking very much like Neville in potions class. "Okay, and where exactly is that?"

"Most of the time in the middle."

Not really knowing what possessed him to say it Harry replied, "You're a bit of smart ass aren't you?"

After the words had left his mouth Harry realized that he may have just insulted the only person who could give him answers. Getting ready to apologize for being rude, "I'm sor-", but he never got to finish as Kar had broke down laughing.

"Tha- that was pretty funny, most mortals are too afraid of me to say something like that," he managed to get out.

Taken back by not only him laughing, but at the look this child was giving him, Harry tried to move the conversation on.

"If you don't mind me asking what do you mean 'mortals'?"

"What I mean is beings from your plain of existence, you only live for so long, and then you bite it. Which is kind sad considering how many different ways there are to live forever?"

Hearing his words, Harry replied acidly, "You mean like Horcrux? I don't see anything sad about being above killing innocent people, just to live a little longer!"

Seeing the glare on the youth's face that would make any Basilisk jealous, he couldn't help but smile. 'I most defiantly made the right choice in selecting him to go back. Now to just get him to agree.'

"Yes a Horcrux would be a way to extend your life, but I was thinking more along other lines, one that doesn't involve, ripping your soul."

Having the grace to look abashed, he sheepishly apologized. "Yeah um...Sorry about that, I've had a bit of a past with Horcruxes and then hearing you say that I thought...

"...I was saying more people should go around killing innocents," supplied Kar, not sounding the least bit upset like any normal person would.

"Yeah, I truly am sorry, I don't even know you and I'm putting words in your mouth."

"It's quiet alright," said Kar softly. "I know of what all you've been through. Your reaction isn't all that much of a surprise."

They both stood there for a few moments lost in thought, until Kar realized that if he didn't get things rolling, there was no telling how long they would be there. "How about we continue this conversation, in a more relaxed setting huh?"

Harry's reply died on his lips as Kar snapped his fingers, turning the vast nothingness into what Harry was sure had to be Hermione's dream room. There in front of them stood rows upon rows of book shelves filled to bursting. Some as new as the day they were printed, others looking so old that they would turn to dust at the lightest touch.

Only after Kar turned, walking away, did Harry find out there was more than just books in the room. Behind them stood two chairs, sitting by a small table in front of a fireplace.

Following Kar's example Harry sat down. Waiting for this strange child like being to explain what was going on.

"Now if I recall before we got side tracked you asked what I meant by mortals, correct?"

"Yeah, the way you said it made it sound as if you're not, or never have been mortal. Also you said you know my story. How do you know anything about me, and on top of that, when you first showed up you made a comment about what I was thinking, but I know for a fact that you have to have eye contact or a... Connection to another to see their thoughts," finished Harry realizing he had kept talking not giving a chance to respond.

Sitting listening to the boy go on and on about all he said he couldn't help but wonder if he would take him up on his offer. "Done asking questions, or are you just taking a breather, getting ready for round two," he asked with a cheeky smile.

Rubbing the back of his head, thinking how much he must of sounded like Hermione, he answered, "Not right now but I'm sure by the end I'll have plenty more for you."

"Well answering your first question, no I'm not mortal, and never have been. Secondly I know your story because I've watched your and many versions of your life. You're always so much fun to watch, it's like you're a Saturday morning cartoon, for me. Lastly, as for how I can read your thoughts, well that's just a perk of being a god."

"..."

"So," paused Harry thinking how best to say the next line. "The afterlife has mental hospitals too. Don't worry little one, I'll be sure to get you back to the nice people in white lab coats."

"Yo-you k-know it's not smart calling a god crazy right," asked Kar, while trying to catch his breath after laughing so hard.

"Man kid you were never this funny in life, when you go back you should try making more jokes."

It took a few seconds for Kars words to make since. "Wa-wait a minute!" Harry said stumbling over his words. "I-I'm going back again? I thought I only had one Horcrux in my bo..."

It was at that moment Harry realized something that he should have far sooner. 'Oh man I just insulted god, not once but twice!'

"Calm down kid, I don't care if you're a bit cheeky. I haven't laughed this many times in a conversation in a long time," he said trying to calm Harry down. "Besides I can feel others emotions as well as read thoughts and both of yours are giving me a headache."

Harry eyeing him skeptically, nodded his head, and took a few breaths trying to do as he was told and calm down.

"Now let's clear something's up. First I'm not god, I'm a god. They are totally different things."

"Does that mean that there are other gods, besides yourself, and what are you the god of?"

"Yes there is more than one god," answered Kar softly, not wanting to scare him. "As for your second question, I'll answer with my own. What's my name?"

"Karma," said Harry, it not hitting him who this was until the name had left his mouth.

"OH!"

"Look he figured it out," Kar, cheekily replied. "Your prize is a cookie." With a snap of his fingers a basket of cookies appeared before them.

"Thank you but I'm not hungry at the moment."

"I'm not ether but I really love these things," he answered as he stuffed a whole one in his mouth.

Trying not to think about Ron, as he watched this child/god stuff himself he waited wanting nothing more than to fire off all the questions that kept passing threw his head.

Finally finished, Kar continued where he had left off. "Where was I...? Oh yes as for the Horcruxes there all gone."

"But how can I go back to my body? The only reason I could last time was because I had some of Riddle's soul in my scar."

"Ah, well you see that's where, the problem lies, you won't be going back to your body, but somebody else's. Hell you won't even be going back to that world," he said bluntly.

"No!"

Not really surprised by this response he deiced to find out why he didn't want another chance at life, and try and reason with him. "Why not? Why wouldn't you want a second chance?"

"WHY NOT," Harry copied, thinking it should be obvious. "I'm not going to kick some bloke out of his body, just so I can take it for a joy ride. That would be just as bad as killing someone to make a Horcrux."

"Harry, the body you would be going into is already empty."

"My answer is still no. It would be a bit wired for me to walk around in someone else's dead body. What if I was to run in to someone who knew them when they were alive? And what do you mean I wouldn't be going back to my world?"

"Do you know about what muggles call the many world theory," he asked knowing that Harry had read about it when he was younger.

"Yeah I do, when I was younger I read a book about this man who feel through a portal, to a world just like his except he had never been born there."

"Well it's like that, except there will be bigger changes than one person not being born."

At hearing this Harry took pause, to think about, what he had been told. "And what about the dead person's family?"

"He's not dead."

"But I thought you sai-" he started to say but was cut off by Kar.

"I took the child's soul Harry!"

Hearing these words Harry felt himself becoming sick at the thought of a child having its soul stolen. "You monster," Harry growled out, in a voice full of venom. "How can you sit there and talk about taking a kid's soul like it's nothing!"

He would have continued but before he could say anything else Kar asked a question that stopped him from saying anything else's.

"If you had, the chance to stop Tom Riddle would you have taken it," asked Kar looking into his eyes and seeing the same hate and disgust directed at him as the eyes of the red-haired Harry had for the world.

"Of course," came Harry's clipped reply.

"Even if the only way to do so was when he was a child?"

About to say he could never do that to a child, he stopped when he heard a question, he had asked Dumbledore about the first time he had seen Riddle. "What would you have done to him Professor if you knew what he would grow up to be?"

"And there wasn't any way he could have been saved," whispered Harry, hating the fact that if it meant stopping the world from ever knowing of Voldemort, he would have killed Tom Riddle in a second. "Wasn't his family there for him, anyone who could have changed the path he was headed down? And how can you be so sure he couldn't be saved?"

"He was a part of a family that loved him very much, they had continued to try reaching out to him, again and again but to no avail," he replied, knowing that when Harry learned it was another version of himself, that had been heading down that road, it was going to hit him hard. "As to how I know, I saw this child do horrible things. He had a liking for causing pain to other things, but that lost all appeal to him as time went on. When I was finally able to stop him he was less than three months away from hiring someone to kill his family."

Sitting back and he closed his eyes trying to keep the bile that was currently fighting its way down.

"How old was he?" asked Harry, dreading what the answer would be.

"Ten years old."

"Bu-but how can that be," asked Harry, in a pained voice. "I can see how Riddle turned out bad, but you said this kid had a loving family."

"I don't know why he turned out the way he did, but I'm happy that I was able to stop him," Kar spoke his voice full of conviction. "He was as powerful as you and was going as dark as Voldemort. He would have been unstoppable.'

"I'm not that stro-" started Harry only to be cut off by Kar.

"Not that what? Strong? You've said some stupid things since we've meet, but that has to take the cake." Letting out a sigh at how bad his confidence issues where. 'That won't be a problem once he gets into his new body.'

"But my school marks where always below Hermione's," supplied Harry, as if that was evidence enough that he wasn't strong.

"Yes you did, but let me ask you something," said Kar waiting for Harry to give him the go ahead.

Harry nodded his consent to continue having forgotten for the moment about his future body's old tenant.

"How often did you open a book, that wasn't a course book, and that had nothing to do with Quidditch?" Waiting for an answer that didn't seem to be coming he plowed on ahead. "A couple of times in fourth and fifth years."

Looking ashamed of himself, Harry focused on the empty basket the cookies had been in.

"Honestly I'm amazed that you where in the top ten of your year, every year, the only people above you being Hermione, Daphne Greengrass, and a group of Ravenclaws. And while we're on the subject what would your parents have had to say, if they saw how you slaked off. Do you know they where top of their class in all of their class's, the only one who beat one of them was the other?"

Seeing him looking like a beat puppy he deiced to cut him slack. "Listen I know that you had it hard. With everyone always watching you, some kind of plot going on and how the Dursleys raised you to not stand out, you had a lot going against you, but it's no excuse."

"I'll do better next time!"

"Oh," said Kar, in a teasing manner, "So you plan on going back huh?"

"I think… I think I will." he said in a hesitant voice. "I mean I wonder what life will be like without Voldemort always trying something."

At hearing this Kar flinched, which didn't go unnoticed by Harry.

"He is dead in this new world right," asked Harry, while a sense of dread washed over him.

"No he's not dead," said Kar in a rush, waiting for one of those famous Harry Potter blow ups, that he used to love to watch, but now at the thought of being on the receiving end did look anywhere near as funny as usual. "Now before you start yelling I should give you some details about why he's not dead."

Getting close to losing his cool, Harry motioned him to go on, hoping that what he would hear wouldn't push him over the edge.

"Well to be honest, this worlds Boy-Who-Lived hasn't come to Hogwarts yet, so the Philosopher's stone hasn't ether."

Hearing that the stone wouldn't be brought to Hogwarts until he showed up didn't surprise him. He knew that Dumbledore had let him face things, so he would be ready for when bigger and harder problems showed up.

"So how long until, the me of this world show's up?"

"You show up this year and so does the Boy-Who-Lived," he answered wondering when he would catch on about him not being the Boy-Who-Lived.

He didn't have to wait long.

"Wait does that mean that this worlds Harry Potter isn't the BWL, and my parents are alive in this world," he asked with a look that bordered on obsessed.

"Yes you'll be going to school at the same time as Neville the BWL, and yes your parents are alive in this world. Bu-"

"YESSSSSSS!" Harry screamed, like a mad man.

"I'm going to have to get close to me in this world, if I'm lucky I could get to know our parents."

"Harry, that's not going to be possible," Kar knew the truth was getting ready to come out and didn't look forward to what Harry's reaction would be.

"Why not," asked Harry his voice taking on an edge that sent chills up even the god's spine. "I'm going back to stop this kid from going all Voldemort on the world, why can't I have the one thing I want?"

"You can't become close to him because, of who you're going back as."

"And who am I going back as?"

"You're going back as yourself. You're going back as Harry Potter!"

"..."

"I'm the monster who planned to kill his family," asked Harry in such a small broken voice that it hurt Karma more than when he had to watch him die.

"No you are not that monster. He's being punished as we speak."

"Did he ever hurt any of our family?"

"That doesn't matter; all that matters is that you're going to go be the best son they could ask for."

"Tell me the truth. Did he hurt them?"

Kar hesitated, but finally spoke, "Yes he's hurt your mother, father, sisters, Sirius, Remus and anyone else he can without being caught. They don't have any proof, but they do suspect him."

Hearing this tore Harry's heart in ways that he could never described. Not only had he hurt Sirius and Remus, but his mother father and his sisters as well.

"I'm ready to go. What do I have to do?"

"Wha," sputtered Kar. He hadn't expected Harry to want to go after he heard what his other self had done. "We have to talk about a couple of things before we send you in."

"Alright what is it," he demanded.

"First, I don't know if you heard me say it before but, you're not the BWL?

"Yeah I heard. It's Neville right," asked Harry, after getting a nod he said. "Alright, what else?"

"Secondly, just because someone was a good or bad person in your world does not mean they will be in this new one."

"Okay."

"Third, you have to realize that your family has been dealing with a monster for ten, almost eleven years. They're going to be guarded against you, at least until you prove yourself to them."

"Alight," Harry said as he calmed down knowing, that everything Kar had said so far had been right.

"Now for what you will get to take with you, the pouch you wore around your neck and all the items within, along your magic, and lastly your parseltounge ability."

"Wait," said a puzzled Harry. "I thought that was from Tom's soul, I shouldn't be able to speak snake anymore."

"Magic, and the abilities which come with it, are a part of the soul. You had a part of Riddles soul latched on to yours, over time your soul took the ability from him. Also you should know that since the other Harry's soul was in the body you're going to, you will become more like him. Now wait before you get upset you won't go around killing things, but you will take some personality traits from him. Which ones I don't know."

"That's really troubling, are you sure I won't start hurting things?"

"Well when you had a piece of Voldemort's soul latched onto yours did you go killing people? No. Then you have nothing to worry over," replied Kar, getting a little sad knowing goodbye was coming.

"And finally, the last thing you should know is..." he paused for dramatic effect, finally getting some of his playfulness back, after losing it during the serious talk. "That I will be giving you a gift of your choice. No matter what it is that you want, whether it be having Superman's powers, or become the first male Veela."

"If it was me I'd go male veela, could you just imagine the fun you could have with that power."

"Um yeah, I think I'm going to pass on the whole male Veela thing," said Harry, while chuckling at the look of utter heartbreak, on Kar's face, at him not picking it. "Besides something tells me you would enjoy me having it more than I would myself."

"Yeah you're right, but it doesn't really matter though, you'll be beating the women off with a stick as soon as you get to Hogwarts anyway. And hopefully they'll just be plain beating you off," stated Kar whispering the last part so that Harry wouldn't hear.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Oh right you have no idea what your new body looks like do you? Well let's just say you take after your mother in this world instead of your father."

"Oooookay?"

"Now when you go to sleep, on your first night there, you'll have a dream. In this dream there will be a desk with a piece of paper. Write what you want my gift to you to be, after you're done, fold it up and swallow it. When you wake up the next morning, you have the ability.

"Well this is where we say goodbye young Harry. I know it's been short but it's been fun having you around... Well except when you where being all scary, then I was... well scared."

Snorting Harry replied "Yeah right me scaring a god."

'He really doesn't know how far he could go if he just tried,' thought Kar.

"I look forward to seeing what you do in the future, Mr. Potter,"

Before Harry could even say goodbye he felt a pull behind his belly button, much like a portkey, and darkness over took him.

AN: So this chapter is as long as the first two. I hope to have all my chapters be this long or longer from here on out.

When I upload the next chapter I'll be taking the poll down.

About this story I would like people to know that it will be a while, before any Lemons happen. I plan on working up to things like that. This wont be a story were, Harry see's the girl he likes and then in the next chapter he's sleeping with her.

There's still time to help pick his power from Karma, so leave your review and the best will be picked.

Finally THANKYOU! to everyone who reviewed last chapter. I love ya!