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WARNING: Character death, several mentions of child abuse in Harry's regard, severe Dursley-bashing, and a probably disturbing mental image of Harry's ghost tormenting the Dursleys!

Author's Note: Thanks all for the amazing feedback! You truly inspire me to continue this and I can only hope that this next chapter lives up to your expectations. I'm glad to see that there are some more Harmony fans who approve of this pairing and story, but sadly Harry will only meet Hermione in a few to several chapters. Romance will also come at a rather later state. Moving on, one good question someone stated was that Fate and Death would not explain anything to a puny mortal. So much would be true normally but keep in mind that Harry is not normal.

Fate being who she is and Death knowing who every soul that enters his domain is, the two beings would know that Harry is the Chosen One, The Boy Who Lived, and the destined Man Who Conquered. Since they need him for the Prophecy and he wasn't supposed to die by the hands of his relatives or anyone else, they sent him to Avalon and that's where the story will pick up. Hopefully, all and more will be explained by a flashback of that time in the following chapter. So now without any further ado, I present you with the next instalment of my new fanfic!

P.S. One thing I almost forgot to add was that while I did not mean for the previous chapter to be humorous, it just came out that way. I guess that's because I am sick and tired of most character-bashing unless it's done in a very light and amusing way so that it's unique and different. This probably wormed its way into the chapter, as if I just wanted to make fun of character-bashing even though I did not intend that to be amusing. Parts of it I did, but I do not find child-abuse and revenge all too amusing. Then again, this is meant to be a slightly more humorous fic and will be in this chapter and those to come but I just wanted to make that clear, in case anybody is worried. Enough said!

Chapter 1: All About Avalon

~ Flashback ~

Fate and Death watched in smug contentment as Harry Potter tormented his obnoxious relatives. Although they didn't know how, Harry had somehow tapped into his magic whilst in his ghost form. It was probably his anger and thirst for revenge that propelled his magic into being for they watched in awe and amazement as his ghost change form.

First it had been that of a scrawny, messy-haired, and green-eyed boy of eleven years old who stood before his gobsmacked and horrified relatives. They had watched in shock and horror as the freak they hated so much rose from his dead body. He now looked like a human but he was semi-transparent like a wraith. His eyes were larger than normal, taking on an almost owl-like proportion.

They still could not believe what had happened. It had been Harry's seventh birthday, and Dudley was giving Harry his 'birthday present'. In reality, that was simply a very Dursleyish reminder of how awful and evil Harry was and how much of a freak his parents were. He was beating the stuffing out of him while his aunt baked a cake for Dudley and his uncle watched football on the telly.

Dudley then made the mistake of his life by calling his father a worthless tramp and his mother a freakish bitch. Harry had let out a canine roar and unleashed his most powerful bout of accidental magic yet which was very impressive for a seven-year-old: Dudley's hand exploded into flames. Dudley shrieked like a little girl and there was a loud crash from the kitchen. Aunt Petunia came running and screamed when she saw Dudley's hand.

The flames had died down but his cousin's now-blackened hand was smouldering furiously with faint trails of smoke curling upwards to the heavens from it. Harry had simply stood there, gapping in shock and awe at the accident. He hadn't meant to set fire to Dudley's hand but the git had made a very rude gesture with his finger about what his father and mother had done to bring him into the world.

He had been cackling about how they probably didn't even know what to do when they 'did it' and that was why Harry was such a worthless freak. Then again, Dudley had said, his mother was a bitch and his father a mutt so it was only expected. Harry couldn't stand it any longer and unleashed all his anger in that roar and those flames. Now Harry's mind was racing and his heart was pounding wildly in fear and worry as heavy footsteps thudded down the hall.

Aunt Petunia was wailing as if Vernon had just died and was smothering Dudley in a tearful hug. Dudley grinned wickedly at him from under his mother's arms as Vernon burst into the room with a roar of rage upon seeing Dudley's blackened hand. He was babbling incoherently about worthless freaks and his face was pale. He ignored Dudley's feigned sobs and Petunia's real ones. Instead, he turned to Harry and started beating the hell out of him.

Harry had never felt so much pain and agony in his entire life. His whole body had been on fire and he had screamed for all he was worth. Then he had fallen to the ground and fainted for about five minutes. When he awoke, he was in a shadowy room standing in front of a kindly-looking old man, standing on a cane. The old man looked shocked to see him and muttered something about not being the right time. Then he asked Harry if he wanted to get revenge for how the Dursleys treated him.

Harry hadn't thought that was possible but who was he to deny himself such a golden opportunity? He had answered with an earnest yes, to which the old man smiled sadly and flicked his fingers. Harry reappeared in his ghost form and was back in Dudley's second bedroom where this incident had taken place. Vernon was staring shocked at Harry's lifeless body while Petunia was obliviously comforting an equally stunned Dudley. But the shock soon transformed to glee when he realised the freak was gone.

Harry had chuckled smugly. Oh were they in for a nasty surprise! He had then let out a loud 'Boo!' startling the three imbeciles. They yelled in fright and trembled in fear to see Harry's ghost come back to haunt them. And haunt them Harry did. Somehow, he had discovered how he could change his previously boy-like ghost form to appear like a more skeletal being. He grew talons and fangs and had shrieked like a banshee, causing Dudley to pee himself in panic. Uncle Vernon had nearly burst his head open by his bulging, purple vein and Petunia had promptly fainted.

It was so much fun! Harry cackled maniacally as he watched his cousin and uncle writhe in fear as much as he had done for the last seven dark years, locked up in his cramped dusty cupboard. But then the old man had returned along with a beautiful looking woman. The couple looked nothing like the Dursleys or any of Harry's neighbours in Little Winning. They looked older but retained a sense of youth too. They looked wise and fun to be around what with those grins on their faces as he tormented his tormentors.

Then the pretty lady who wore a deep velvet dress and had dark, straight brown hair called his name. Harry had tilted his head curiously to her, while his uncle and cousin sweated buckets full. Yes, revenge was sweet. The woman had asked Harry kindly if he wanted to learn magic. Harry replied that magic was evil only to find the woman shooting the Dursleys a look of anger. She then let the Dursleys have it, shouting louder than all three of his relatives combined. She nearly made them go deaf as she berated them for Harry's horrible upbringing.

Uncle Vernon and Dudley could only watch in fear as she shouted at them. She then asked Harry if they could talk somewhere where the air didn't spell of Dursley piss. Harry grinned and guided the nice woman to the living room. Then the old man who let him punish his mean relatives started shouting at the Dursleys. It was a wonder that the whole neighbourhood hadn't been awakened, nor the entire city no less. Harry decided that had to be magic and listened in awe and wonder as the woman told him all about magic.

Magic did exist and there were many wizards and witches in the world. There was a school that taught magic called Hogwarts in Scotland. However, the school wasn't safe as an evil wizard who was far worse than the Dursleys lived there. He was waiting for Harry to come to the school so that he could hurt him and many other good wizards and witches. Harry didn't want to go to the school then but the nice woman comforted him saying that she had a special place where he could visit for a short while if he wanted to.

It was a purely magical place called Avalon where lived Merlin, King Arthur, the Knights of the Round Table, elves, dwarves, goblins, dragons, satyrs, centaurs, and all sorts of other mystical creatures. Harry listened enthralled as she talked to him for what seemed like hours about the beauty that was Avalon and how it was an enchanted island that no one at all could find unless they were meant to. Harry could live there during the summer breaks and winter break when he was not in school.

He could practice magic there freely since it was against the law for underage wizards and witches to practice it here. Harry sighed wistfully, his mind flooding with visions of magic and adventure that he had only read of in books at the library of his primary school. Of course, his relatives had just scoffed and told him that Merlin and King Arthur were myths and legends – fairy tales. But this woman offered to show him that was false and that they actually existed. There was a world outside of this one called the Wizarding World, and this one was called the Muggle World.

Harry had eagerly agreed to go there since anywhere was better than here and he was, in fact, dead. Since Harry's body was gone, the nice woman who had introduced herself as Fate had given Harry a small star-shaped amulet no bigger than the size of a saucer for a tea cup. It was made out of diamonds and sparkled like the sun. When Harry touched it, he felt warm and alive again unlike his cold and dead ghost form. Glancing down at his body, he was surprised to see it solidifying and taking on the form of a human – albeit ever so slightly invisible.

Whenever he concentrated hard on one part of his body, it would vanish only to reappear very blurred-looking a few seconds later. He had asked the woman what it was and she had simply replied with a shrug of her shoulders, "Magic." Harry had asked if he could learn to do magic and she nodded 'yes' with a pleasant laugh. He beamed at her and was rewarded with a kind pat on the cheek. She made him promise to keep the amulet on him at all times though, for this would bind him to the physical and prevent him from becoming a ghost.

He could become a ghost at will at anytime though, but the longer he was a ghost the harder it would be to switch back to being a human. If he was a ghost, he would be forced to live on Avalon and could no longer stay in the real world. As much as Harry wanted to spend the rest of his life on Avalon, Fate told Harry gently that a ghost was not able to do normal things like eat, drink, and sleep. A ghost could not do magic only communicate with a rare few people called Mediators.

They could only communicate with normal people on Avalon for all people there were, in a sense, ghosts themselves. So Harry had reluctantly agreed to keep in touch with his human-self so to speak, but Fate told him not to give up as his ghost form would come in handy one day. She also told him to enjoy his time in Avalon as much as possible, for when he got to Hogwarts things would be difficult. She would tell him more later and he was content with that. It was far more than the Dursleys had ever told him, and he somehow trusted Fate.

He was feeling very tired also, so she had let him sleep after making him a yummy dinner of roast chicken, mashed potatoes, orange juice, and vegetables – and all by magic. He wolfed the food down eagerly, thanking her profusely for it. She simply smiled sadly at him and flicked her fingers, making a king-sized bed appear in the room. How it fit, Harry had no idea but he summed it up to magic and collapsed on the soft and comfortable mattress. The woman cooed him to sleep with a soft lullaby, tucking a warm blanket over his head.

And just for once, Harry's dreams were sweet...

~ End of Flashback ~

Harry thought about all of this now as he flew in the air on a majestic creature. In the next morning he had felt more energetic than ever before, and eagerly ate a tasty breakfast of pancakes and milk Fate made while Death was summoning some transportation to Avalon. The transportation consisted of a handsome-looking Pegasus. He had seen some pictures of one in a children's book of Greek Mythology, only this was a white Pegasus.

It was huge too, easily big enough for three or possibly four people if they were small enough. The Pegasus landed on the driveway of Private Drive Number 4, rearing into the air and spreading its majestic-looking wings. Harry watched in awe as Fate strode happily over to the creature, as if one meeting an old friend. She spoke to the animal in a strange mixture of grunts, neighs, and whinnies and the Pegasus spoke in kind, thumping its right hoof proudly as if he just got a compliment.

Fate laughed pleasantly and even the old man who introduced himself as Death was smirking, but in a good way. Harry found himself smiling and eagerly agreed when Fate offered him to have a ride on the creature. Death climbed on first and Fate gently lifted Harry up on the patiently-waiting creature. Again, Harry wondered how no one noticed the Pegasus as it was very big. He decided that it was probably because it was early in the morning and once more thanks to magic.

Taking a deep breath of the cool morning air, he sighed happily as Fate climbed onto the Pegasus behind him and wrapped her arms around him like a mother would. The Pegasus reared into the air and neighed triumphantly as if it was about to charge into battle. Harry laughed aloud at the creature's eagerness and whooped in joy as the mighty beast climbed soared into the air with a spread of its wings. Harry decided that magic was going to be very fun to learn and smiled contentedly as the Pegasus and his new friends flew into the horizon and onto Avalon.

To Be Continued...

A/N: Well I think that was slightly better than the ending paragraph of the last chapter. Slightly cheesy, true but I liked it. I think it was different than the usual character-bashing which always involves a manipulative Dumledore who has a very long name and is always soothing a very sore headache. Then there's the grouchy Ron who is grumbling about a rich Harry and a very concerned Hermione disgusted with Ron's eating habits and ready to call herself 'Mrs. Potter'.

Now don't get me wrong! I am a huge fan of Harmony and don't mind character-bashing, but sometimes that gets a little overboard as they are all so the same and cliché, and boring. It's very hard to find unique character-bashing as it just looks like a bunch of different people copied and pasted a chapter out of someone else's fic, no offence.

That said, I'll try my best not to go there but there might be some slight character-bashing. It's only realistic after all in most respects but not as dramatic as most people make it out to be. Okay, enough said. All that I have left to ask of you is to leave a review of your honest opinion of this chapter and the story as a whole. Any advice, suggestions, and feedback would be very much appreciated.

Many thanks in advance!