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He raced out of the woods, and down the street towards the Dursleys house. Straining his quads, calves, core, and biceps to run even faster.

He finally made it to the Dursleys house after 10 minutes of strenuous running.

He walked up to the front door and gulped, He then knocked on the door three times, before slowly opening it, to see Vermon standing in the doorway scowl framing his face. Vermon then grabbed Him by the throat and threw him into the living room, making Him land on his side around the middle of the room. He rubbed His neck in pain, why in Tartarus did a tub of lard like Vernon had such strong muscles hidden under all that fat?

Vermon walked up to Him towering over His stunned body, glare still present on the fat man's mustache framed face. Vermon then kicked Him across the face, causing it to hit the floor and daze him. Vermon then firmly stomped down into His stomach, effectively knocking the wind out of Him. "First you live with my family plaguing us with your freakyness, you eat our food, refuse to do your responsibilities, you never thank us for the Hell we put up with for you, you bring shame to our family, you defy the laws of normality, and even the laws of GOD! And you don't play with our son at school when he's lonely!" Spat Vermon his boot pushing down harder on His stomach for every witless reason the Dursley listed off. He then noticed Dudley who was clearly crying crocodile tears while Petunia was trying to comfort him. When He saw this he felt imaginary string start to stretch while some snapped in His head, only for Vernon to bring Him out of His hate filled trance by pushing down his stomach, His eyes started to widen when he felt one of His ribs start to cave in.

"Oh? so tub of lard jr tried and failed once again to do a successful game of freak hunt" (Incase you didn't know Harry doesn't know his own name because he is always referred as freak) He mused with slight amusement at the fat boys attempts, somewhat distracting him from the pain in his skull and abuman for a moment.

Unfortunately Vernon saw this and became even more pissed with Him causing blood to rush to the fat man's face making the man look like one his tomatoes at the shack "Then I get reports of you getting better grades then my son because of your cheating, reports of you insulting the librarian, history teacher, and the science teachers, and telling lies to good normal people" listed off Vermon and the fat man's face was becoming redder with every claim, but at least he stepped off his stomach.

"All of those are half true, but then again you'd only need that much for a reason to beat me down" He thought bitterly, only to wince in pain when Vermon picked Him up by the neck.

"you have over did your stay freak" growled Vernon and grabbed a glass cup from a small table next to a chair, and smashed it on His head knocking him out and giving him a multitude of new cuts.

Petunia ran in and put a hand on her husband's shoulder as he dropped the freak. "what are you doing!? If we kill their spawn of a freak and they find out, they might turn us into toads or worse!" shuddered Petunia.

Vermon scoffed "they barely cared about the little freak anyway he's even worse than them! Always trying to ruin good people like ours reputation! He's an ungrateful freak and besides they have a more important freak to take care of" said Vermon kicking the limp body of the freak.

Petunia sighed but agreed with her husband's logic. "Okay, just dispose of the little devil spawn away from here. Our neighbors don't understand the crisis as much as we do," urged Petunia going to find a broom to clean up the glass.

Vermon grunted in agreement before grabbing the freak by His ankle and dragging Him out the door towards his car. He opened up the trunk and threw the freak inside before slamming the trunk shut, Vernon then made sure the freak couldn't get out before going to the front of the car and slumping into the driver's seat and started his car, and began to drive to the place where he'd finally rid himself of the freak.

By the time Vermon reached his destination it was night time. The destination in question was a parking lot outside some woods that surrounded the old abandoned hospital.

Vermon grabbed a case hidden under the back seat it was rectangular was as long as Vermons arm and as the length of his hand across, the was made from polished brown wood and a black plastic handle, and silver clasp. Vermon got out of the car and set the case on the hood of the car. He unclasped the two locks that held the case shut that were painted to look like gold. He smiled as he brought out a shotgun and a Glock 9 handgun (1) he had enough bullets to shoot two shots from the shotgun, and enough bullets get 10 shots from the Glock. Vermon loaded the shotgun and put the Glock in his pants pocket, he then walked up to the trunk threw it open and roughly threw the filthy freak out of the car and onto the pavement before he could dirty his car anymore.

He groaned as He woke up feeling bleeding scrapes on His side, and His body was sore as if it was thrown into a tight box and it was pushed around and shaken. So that either meant Dudley and his moronic followers had put Him a box filled with sand and a couple of glass shards and rolled Him down a hill again, or He was thrown into a trunk of a car and then thrown out onto pavement. Considering His last memories of the fat oaf hitting Him in the head with a glass and seeing He was literally laying face first on a pavemented ground, He'd have to guess the latter. He looked up hatefully at Vermon but His eyes were immediately drawn to the beautiful Shotgun in the oafs hands, He then noticed the Glock 9 in Vernon's pocket. The sight almost made Him laugh because of how improperly he was carrying it.

"Okay, Freak we're gonna play a game" Said Vernon menacingly, which should be impossible as the man looked like a walrus but it'd surprise you how scary someone looks when their loading the shotgun in their hands.

He could already tell He didn't like where Vernon was going with this, so He did not give the tub of lard time to finish talking and ran into the woods He noticed were behind Him.

Vermon was still enjoying hearing himself talk before he noticed this and stopped in mid sentence before becoming beat red, the fat man then crudely aimed the shotgun and fired. The bullet taking a large chunk out of one of the tries. The recoil of weapon knocking Vernon comically on his fat ass. Vermon quickly looked around to make sure no heard the gunshot.

There was woods on both side of an completely empty highway which part of branched out into the parking lot which used to be where workers at the abandoned hospital would work before it was shut down due to one of the doctors "fiascos", the road leading to the hospital was destroyed and was consumed by the flora, surrounding the hospital were also woods and the freak had headed in that direction. Vermon quickly got up and ran after Him.

He heard a the gunshot and felt wood chips flying pass hiss head, the sound would have been beautiful if it wasn't being handled by that fat oaf. "Damn it to Tartarus!" He thought, he didn't know any of these trees! Where was he?! Damnit! That Walrus must of drove Him some ways from the dursley household! Okay no need to insult Walrus's," He thought as he ran through the trees of thinking of where he was going in his panic. Due to this He was running in the most predictable direction, straight ahead, He would later berate Himself later for this. He then heard another Bang! He crouched as he ran on instinct as a large portion of a small tree, not to far from where he was when the shot was fired was blown to pieces sending splinters flying into the air.

Vermon growled and wheezed in annoyance, red and sweaty from all the running through, between, and around trees and flora. Seeing he missed the freak again really didn't help the mood the crazed fat ass. Vernon angrily threw the shotgun to the side in annoyance, not having anymore ammo for the weapon anyway. Vermon then drew the handgun before once again running after the ungrateful freak.

He growled seeing how Vermon disrespected such a weapon tossing it to the side like that, as He ran, he quietly promised to himself to save the wonderful piece of technology later. He saw the fat oaf draw the Glock nine he had foolishly kept in his pocket, and instantly became disappointed the handgun did not discharge in the oafs pants. He began running faster pushing his small but strong muscles to the limit being pushed by his panic, fear, and self preservation, and will to see the day the Dursleys died. He finally ran out of the woods finding himself in front of a old hospital the he noted looked like the Yonezato hospital from the YuGiOh anime, but abandoned for many years.

There were many cracks or chunks missing from the structure. Most of the windows were cracked or gone. The road was destroyed and overrun with florra. Large vines crawled up the walls. The double doors had an extremely rusted chain and lock keeping the double doored entrance shut.

He looked around desperately for something to get the door open before tearing a large low hanging branch from a tree, he'd apologize later, and held it against his arm before running towards the door using the branch to ram against the door, causing the rusted chain to snap and the doors to swing open resulting with Him to falling inside right onto the branch making him wince in pain. He quickly got up before he heard a bang as onn of Vernon's handgun bullets graze His shoulder, to say the least He did not need any more motivation to run down the hospital hall. As he ran he tore off part of his sleeve and tied it around from his slightly bleeding gun wound so he wouldn't give the oaf a trail to follow. As he ran he was not slowed from the wound after all he had received worst wounds so the pain did little to slow him down. He eventually reached a stairwell and began climbing it without question hoping that they would slow down Vernon, but halfway to the third floor he almost froze when he realized how predictable he was acting. He then felt another bullet grave his right leg also causing a slight wound, and bringing his panic back full force and run up the rest of the stairs and down the hall of the floor he was currently on. Accidently forgetting about the wound on his leg, leaving a red trail behind Him.

Vernon huffed and puffed as he climbed the stairs to the floor where he saw his shot hit the freak. He smiled and wheezed slightly seeing the trail of red droplets leading down the hall and into one of the rooms which read "Patient: Damon Hadon Dartarus. Room No: 666" Vernon smiled he only had four shots left in this worthless gun, but he'd make them count by wiping that little freak off the earth and more importantly his family's perfect lives.

He wanted to smash his head into a window right now why? He just did the one thing he made fun of horror movie teens for doing, He might as well painted arrows for his pursuer to follow . He growled as he hid on top of a supply closet. He had to prevent Himself from closing his eyes when he heard Vernon slam the door open and heard the man's shoes tap against the floor. He tried to keep his movements, breathing, and flight or fight response. Well lets just take a moment to say fear makes you do stupid things, as proven by the next couple of seconds. Time seemed to slow down as Vernon threw over a table startling Him, causing Him to jump out of His hiding spot and make a run for the door, unfortunately his limp slowed him down and in his panic the element of stealth slipped his thoughts.

Vernon quickly turned around and saw the freak running/limping towards the door, growling he cocked the gun thinking it'd make it more effective and quickly fired four bullets, before dropping the gun and gripping his hand in pain.

Time still to be slowed down for Him, as He heard four loud bangs and a grunt of pain from behind Him. He felt something graze His neck creating a long cut on the right side, something break one of His ribs and lodge in His left lung, something fly right past his head, and finally something cut through his bach and right into the outer corner of his heart. The world then seemed to stop before all he felt was numbness a slight stinging sensation as he simply fell to the ground. The only thing he could use was his eyes and saw two bullet holes in the door in front of him making him realize what had happened, the bullet holes also seemed to trigger a response in his dying brain, making it replay every single day in his life, every painful memory, every beating, every chore, every injustice, every fucking thing. With every Tartarus damned memory, the stinging sensation grew until it was the equivalent of multiple large flies flying near your ears. Suddenly as the memories flashed a thought entered His dying brain "My life was just a sadistic comedy, FUCK YOU FATE!". Suddenly the memories stopped, He was in pitch black darkness. Suddenly his eyes opened revealing he was in a crib.

The crib was painted white, He had fuzzy baby blue blankets. Suddenly His head began moving without His consent, allowing him to see His body was that of a baby, diaper and all.

He then began to asses the situation he was currently in "either I've been reincarnated or this is yet another memory," He thought as he watched His mostly naked baby body continue to move without any and against his instructions "I'll go with the layer because If I was reborn I should have been able to control this body, heck I cant even use any of my senses except sight".

He then saw the door to the nursery His younger self was in was blow off it's hinges and right into the wall "was zum Teufel?!" (2) He thought as a black robed figure entered the room "Hello Sith Ripoff/Wannabe" He thought sarcastically as the Figure walked into the middle of the room. His younger self's head turned to the side to look at the figure allowing Him to see a crib directly next to his which was decorated with pink.

The figure walked between the crib His younger self was in and the other crib. The figure looked at one crib then the other, before finally walking to the crib His younger self was in.

As the figure peered over the railing to look at His younger self, He became very disappointed to see that He could not see the figures face. He wanted to slap His hand against His forehead when He saw His younger self reach up towards the figure. "I was just a baby," He reminded himself "with no fucking self preservation".

The figure the pulled out a long polished piece of wood and pointed it at His younger self.

"oh yeah, what ya gonna do? Poke me to death? Now that I think about it that is pretty terrifying. Who are you anyway? I'd guess a child molester, nah I'm too young, he'll kidnap me and then molest me when I'm old enough, but then how did I end up with th-?" But He was cut off by His inner monologue when the figure shouted something that'd change His perspective of the world forever.

"Avada Kedavra!" The shouted the figure, smiling under his robe as he saw the the emerald flash hit the child in the chest, but was nearly thrown off his feet when a shock wave with a slight green tint, the shock wave coming from the child itself which was crying and it's chest glowing green as slight cracks appeared on the walls and roof.

"What in the Nemesis damned unholy fucking what!?!" He thought as He saw His younger self's chest glow, and blood trickle into His younger self's eye presumably from a head wound, but that's not important! What is important is that I guy shot a green glowing ball into His younger selves chest and the said green light was traveling up his younger selves arm!

But both the figure and Him were pulled out of their stupor when His younger self began to ear-splittingly wail, making the figure clasp his robed hands over the spots of his hood where his ears were under

He could only wish He could do the same since His younger self's crying was nearly rapeing His sense of hearing.

The figure yelled out in annoyance, rage, and slight fear as he whipped out his wand and once again point at the baby only to drop his wand in shock when he saw the green energy flow up to the child's mouth. The figure tried to step back and run only for the child to scream out in a significantly deeper tone.

"WHAT THE FUUUUCK!?!?!?" His mental jaw dropped when His younger self screamed out in a deep voice, a shockwave of deathly green energy coming out and slamming the figure into the wall(3) crashing into the figure sending throwing the figure into the wall and causing the cracks around the room to grow. But He quickly became worried when He saw the figures empty cloak fall to the ground, "he just pulled an Obi-Wan Kenobi, he just pulled a Eris(4) damned Obi-Wan Kenobi, HE JUST JUST DID A FUCKING OBI-WAN KENOBI! FUUUUUUK!!!"(5) He thought suddenly the cracks on the ceiling began expanding "Oh shit" was all he could think before he saw the ceiling fall down and His younger self passed out

A couple seconds Later at least in His perspective His younger self's eyes opened allowing Him to see His younger self was in a crib next to a baby girl apparent by the pink baby clothing. He began to inspect the of the room through His younger eyes, allowing Him to see the room he was in.

It was very bare except the crib His younger self was in, a polished wood table, and two comfortable fancy chairs with red cushioning and a gold trim on the side of the table closest to the door. The only thing lighting the room was an old fashioned stone fireplace.

Suddenly much to His shock the fire in the fireplace turned green "what the Tartarus chemicals do they put in that thing!" He thought but mentally facepalmed when he saw three people come actually teleported into the room through the flames! "Ya know what? Fuck you universe," He though.

He then studied the people who came out of the fire, one looked like a Merlin ripoff. One was a fairly young guy with messy dark brown hair and wearing glasses and had skin that seemed to be a healthy color. The woman had red hair and green eyes. The ripoff was wearing what seemed to be a red robe with a golden trim, and the guy and girl seemed to be wearing black robes crossed with suits.

"What do you think happened Dumbledore?" The guy asked the the now named Dumbledore.

Dumbledore's eyes seemed to twinkle as the old wizard smiled softly, which for whatever reason triggered His gag reflex "It's obvious my dear James, The Dark lord tried to kill your children but Dahlia protected them, which explains why harry has multiple first degree burns but Dahlia got a scar from taking the brunt of the curse," said Dumbledore smiling.

James smiled "Does that mean?"

Dumbledore nodded still smiling "Yes she is the chosen one."

James turned around and kissed his wife "Do you hear that Lily? Our little Dahlia is the chosen one!"

Lily smiled and nodded, but then she frowned and He saw her look at Him well His younger self. "What about our son will he be okay?" She asked giving the two males a questioning look.

Dumbledore just continued to smile "Don't worry his burns will heal," he assured the mother.

"But that bring up a good question," said James picking up His apparent sister.

Allowing His younger self and therefore Him to see what she looked like, she had small tufts of red hair, normal colored skin. He couldn't tell what her eye color was due to them being closed but He would later learn they were a ocean blue. But the most distinguishing thing about her was a scar on her forehead which was somehow in a perfectly straight line pointing up at the top of her head down towards her nose.

"Your freakin joking, they think she's this "chosen one" just from a scar?! Id bet she just got that from the debri from the ceiling! I also got a head wound, and apparently a bunch of first degree burns! And I'm the one who Thu'umed the guy who was apparently trying to kill us to next fucking tuesday!!" He thought angrily, wishing this wasn't just a memory.

"The public will be all over our little Dahlia, and Likely Harry too" Continued James looking down at the baby sleeping in his arms.

"Harry!? I've had years wondering what my name was and it turns out to be fucking HARRY!?" Harr-No he refused to be known by such a sucky name.

"I don't think Harry would be ready for that kind of fame," Said James putting Dahlia back in the crib next to His younger self.

"Fuck you," He thought.

"Plus Harry might be a big distraction for Dahlia after plus Harry would also be a target by those cowardly death eaters since they'd be too afraid to attack Dahlia herself," said James continuing to explain.

"Once again fuck you, stop calling me that," He thought bitterly continuing to watch the conversation.

"So I think," said James taking a deep breath "we should send him to live with your sister and her family." Finished James.

"Ohhhh, you Tartarus damned mother fu-," He began to think but stopped when Lily scooped up His younger yourself and held Him protectively in her arms.

"Are you Insane?!?" nearly screamed Lily continuing to hold His younger self to her chest protectively.

"Nice too see not all of you are idioten(6)" He thought sarcastically.

Suddenly Dumbledork stepped in "Lily, what James says is true, what if all the fame goes to Harry's head? What if the Death eaters attack him? Do you really want the prospect of her brother getting hurt to be on Dahlia's mind every day and potentially distract her from the training she needs? And the death eaters will never think to look there, and I'm sure your sister will put aside her opinions for family." Assured Dumbledore.

Lily sighed and looked down at His younger self before nodding "okay, I trust you Dumbledore." She relented.

Dumbledore smiled kindly "I knew you'd make the right choice." Said the old wizard as James put a reassuring hand on his wife's shoulder, getting a small smile from her.

"You. Tartarus. Damned. Mother. Fucker. Damn you all to Tartarus! You freakin threw me to those idiotes!? Adam (7) was right mother son bonds at first sight are a bunch of bull crap! I hope Hades and Tartarus make a special punishment for you!(8) He thought as His younger self blacked out.

Suddenly He found Himself in an inky blackness before three being appeared.

One of them had Alucards clothes from Hellsing Ultimate except the white was replace with black. Its skin and face looked like Carnage from Marvel, It's eyes also looked like Carnage's in shape but It's left eye was completely black with a red serpent like pupil, the other was red with a black outline with black veins branching towards its pupil which was a tiny pinprick.

The second figure seemed to be a mix between Demongo from samurai Jack and Pitch Black from Rise of the Guardians. He had Demongo's head with red glowing eyes and mouth, while his flaming hair was a dark purple. His three clawed hand were the size of its head. It had Pitch's garb and scythe which was glowing a deathly green.

The third figure seemed to be made of stitched together cloth in the shape of an extremely muscular man. Some of stitches seemed to be torn apart revealing a mouth full of jagged zipper teeth.

"Yolo!" greeted the first figure.

(1)pretty much the gun you normally see people carry around)

(2) "Was zum Teufel" is german for "What the fuck", Harry knows German, Japanese, Russian, Latin, and a bit of Chinese, Romanian, and Irish Gaelic. Thanks to all the manga and books he reads, and because he got bored.

(3) There ya go "jh831" we can check off Skyrim shouts off the list now I just have to give Harry his own versions of ninjutsu, and Alucard's Powers. Remember readers if you want Harry to copy a weapon or power from any book, anime, movie, videogame, comic tell me in PM or reviews please :)

(4) Eris is the greek goddess of bad luck, discord, and bad things.

(5) From what I can tell every character that pulls a Obi-Wan Kenobi always comes back, and Harry knows this, plus he hates Obi-Wan Kenobi for killing Maul.

(6) Idioten is German for: Idiots.

(7) Adam from Adam ruins everything.

(8) I hope the cursing is t too much I'm just trying to make it how I or many other people would react, tell me if you have a problem with it.

Please review as it gives me a lot of motivation and inspiration and Shadythedragon I give you my special thanks for giving me such ideas and tips :)