Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Fruits Basket

Warnings: future eventual yaoi/slash, eventual sexual situations when yaoi comes in, language (?), future fighting, slightly depressed Harry, death, rebirth err...that's all I can think of for right now.

He was dead, that much he knew but...looking around at the familiar sight of king's cross told him he wasn't completely dead...again. On closer thought the last time he had been here Dumbledore had shown up. Though this time he could not see Dumbledore and the train was right in front of him. The door was already open.

'If this isn't a sign I don't know what is.'

Taking a deep breath he made for the train, grabbing the handlebar to lift himself up.

"Ah, Harry my boy."

Pausing in motion he looked to the right to see Dumbledore sitting on a bench.

'He was definitely not there before. I checked!'

'If Dumbledore is here then...,' he gripped the handlebar tighter, 'then he might give me a choice again.' It might be childish but the thought of ignoring the professor crossed his mind but his, 'hero-complex' kicked in.

He let go of the handlebar and faced his former professor.

AN: Well, what do you think? It's shorter than what I had for my previous first chapter.

For new readers please know that I will not be writing any lemons on FF. I don't like to risk my stories being taken down. Those of you that like reading lemons will be pleased to know that I have created an AFF account with the same name. You can go there to read it when the time comes (there's nothing on there yet).