I was just finished watching the last scene of Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows Part II. Honestly, I had watched the Harry Potter series multiple times already but I never grew bored of it.

I turned off my laptop I was using for watching the movie, and immediately went to bed. I stared up to the ceiling in my room while having some random, stray thought about how my life is going to be if I had been born as Harry Potter with all my knowledge of that world.

With that last thought, I fell asleep.

~•~•~•~•~•~

"Open your eyes, human."

That was the beginning of this story. That voice's owner sounded like somebody who you did not want to mess with, so I complied to its demand. I opened my eyes and I saw the appearance of a man in a black cloak imitated of that from Assassin's Creed. His face was bearded with some scars on his face. His eyes were sharp like a predator eyeing its prey. And more importantly, his presence gave me an impression on the powers he could possibly possess.

I opened my mouth in an attempt to asked who was he and why was I here. But the words never came out of my mouth and he broke the silence by answering the unasked question in my mind.

"Fear not, mortal. As you are here not because of your bad deeds, but I personally brought you here from your world," his baritone voice rang through the place I was in. "As for who I am, I am the embodiment of what you mortals know as the Omnipotent and Omniscient Being. God, to put it simply."

Now, this shit had just gotten spiraling out of control and far from common sense. One second I was sleeping peacefully, and the next I was in the presence of the so-called God. If that was not crazy, I didn't know what is.

Using my brain, I tried to comprehend the situation at hand. A God just brought me here, in this place, while I was sleeping. And this kind of situation had been recorded in the form of a fiction story – fantasy if you would. Usually, God would say all if the deals and bullshit about a second chance, helping a fucked-up world, or maybe mold the brought one – myself in this case – to be the 'Chosen One' to prevent a global crisis in some other world.

I released a sigh and after thinking about all the possibilities of what this God wanted to do with me, I drew a conclusion.

"How can this mortal be of service to a being such as yourself? I'm pretty sure it is along with the saving the world business or giving me another chance living a different way of life, I suppose?"

My response caught the being off guard and showed me his grin and then he chuckled.

"You are really an interesting mortal. Yes, you are correct. It is a saving world business. I assume you are familiar with the Wizarding World?" he had not dropped his smirk while watching my shocked face.

How could I not be shocked?! He knew what my heart's desire, even though it was just a wild fantasy moments ago and now I had the chance to live in it.

"Now you mention about it, I assume you know my heart's desires. Is it the same world as I know it?"

"Yes, the very same. It is a win-win situation here, as you call it. You use your knowledge to save the world, and I get entertainment in the process. I will even sweeten it by giving you several gifts."

"I'm listening," my heartbeat kept getting faster as this conversation went by. Not only he gave me a chance to living my wildest dream, but also giving me gifts?! That's gold however you see it.

"You will be my pupil in studying magic and everything to help you in the new world."

"Let's get started then. We don't need to waste any more time, " I replied him with a hard resolve in my heart.

"Welcome to hell, then."

~•~•~•~•~•~

God said my training had finished and I was ready to be reborn into the Harry Potter world. Under him, I studied all form of magic. The spells from the Light and Dark category, Parselmagic, Elemental magic, manipulating simple physics laws, making weapons and how to wield every weapon, astronomy, rune magic, Arithmancy, curse-breaking, warding, and so on.

He also taught me science, laws, and politics so I could be better than most wizard in the wizarding world. Even better than Dumbledore (as I did not want to be his pawn in his grand scheme for the greater good).

"How long have I been training here?" I asked God after we just finished one sparring session. Gunfighting was what we practiced.

"Twenty years, more or less. I have taught you everything I can. You can develop your skills in that world. It is time for you to go and make your mark in the world."

Twenty years? That long already. When I focused on myself, I could feel the power running through my body and it made me feel safe and confident.

"Thank you for everything. Before I go, is there any certain rule or something that I need to obey? Or can I just do it as I like?"

If there was a certain setback in this deal, I wanted to know first before I recklessly jumped in.

"Don't die, and don't be a dark lord, I guess. You can pretty much do anything. Even choose your own love of your life."

I was glad there were no problematic rules for me to follow.

"Alright. I'm ready now you can send me."

"You will be reborn as Harry James Potter, and you will keep your powers, memories, and knowledge that you have earned here to the next world. And one last thing, kick Voldemort's ass for me."

Wait. What? Reborn as Harry Potter? Okay. I could deal with that, and the Voldemort part. I gave him a smirk one last time and after that, light engulfed me and I disappeared.

~•~•~•~•~•~

It was still dark as far as I could see.

"Please, spare my baby's life. Just take mine,"

Well, that was a familiar line.

"Move aside, " that was the most shitty voice I'd ever heard. Voldemort was really an asshole.

"Avada Kedavra!" the green light was the first thing I saw when I had light back into my eyes. And the Killing Curse struck Lily Potter – no, my mother. I felt rage at that. I felt my powers surging through my veins as lightning and fire crackled on my whole body.

Voldemort was surprised to see me, a year old boy with tremendous power, and raised his wand once again to say his favorite words.

'Oh no, you don't get to kill me around, jerk,' I thought. And with sheer will, a barrier raised up protecting me from the Killing Curse, and I saw the spell backfired to the caster.

I saw his body disintegrating to ashes, leaving only the black robes he wore. And the wall exploded.

In the canon, Lily's sacrifice invoked an ancient protection charm that prevented the Killing Curse from killing me. But in the process, I would become an incidental Horcrux. This time, I erected my own protection.

I focused my magic on my body and soul. I searched through them to find a soul leech of Voldemort. A soul leech would feel differently in my body as it was not a part of me. Finding no anomaly in me, I was relieved.

A few moments later, I felt a presence. It should be Sirius who picked me up before he went off to kill Pettigrew only to fail. I would prevent that from happening.

I was right. It was Sirius Black, my godfather. He looked around the room and found my mother's body lying on the floor, lifeless. And then he looked at me. He picked me up and he brought us outside of the house.

I heard him mumbled some words about vengeance and killing rats. It seemed like he was not going to let go. I placed some mild compulsion charm to suppress his raging emotion.

I put the command to protect me first and chase after the rat later. And it worked.

"I should have known. I should not have made them change the Keeper." Sirius repeated his brooding mantra over and over.

And a few minutes later, Hagrid came.

"Sirius, what happened? Where are James and Lily? What happened to You-Know-Who?" it seemed that Hagrid could not read the mood and just blurted everything out of his mind.

"Dead. All of them dead. Where is Dumbledore? He should be here protecting them! Where is he?!" damn he was pissed. "Tell Dumbledore I am going home. I take Harry with me. Tell him I take him into my custody and I dare him to take him away from me." Sirius continued.

I was glad that I kept my powers. I placed all of those to Sirius' head and he did not go to Azkaban.

Without hearing Hagrid's reply, Sirius apparated us to the Grimmauld Place.