I don't own Harry Potter or jk Rowling's universe. if I did, Daphne would have been a main character. I also don't own anything from LeadVonE: "Dodging prison and stealing witches".

Basically the same first chapter to LeadVonE: "Dodging prison and stealing witches". Story will branch off after first chapter. If you haven't read "Dodging prison and stealing witches" I suggest that you read it. It's a very good read of you like a large amount of plot and a good amount of story.

Confirmed pairing: Harry Potter/Daphne Greengrass/Susan Bones/Ginny Weasley/OC(Carina Black)/Fleur Delacour/OC(Nadia Gregorovitch)/Su Li

I might add Hermione, but I don't know yet.

In a high security cell in Azkaban prison a shell of a man could be found staring out the bared window of his cell. The moon was full and provided the only comfort to the man.

The man had long dirty grey hair and a long scraggly beard that looked like it hadn't been washed in years. Under the bush of grey hair a guant face with emerald green eyes. The man's eyes would have been considered beautiful if not for the dull hue of emptiness in the color. His body was frail, so much infact that he looked like a skeleton with skin draped over it. All in all he looked like a phantom cursed to walk the mortal realm. The phantom man looked away from the moon. His name is Harry James Potter, the real boy who lived.

Harry had been in azkaban since his second year at Hogwarts. Things had gotten better since Voldemort took over Magical Britian before moving onto the magical world with his Death eater Armada. With most of the Dementors being used in the Dark Lord's army, the soul sucking sadness was minimized, but after years of having the Dementors affecting him, the connection between him and Voldemort had split open on his side like a one-way mirror. This caused him to relieve all Voldemort's memories and learn his skills.

He had been in the prison for over 40 years, and yet he still preferred it over the Dursley's. In that time the Dark Lord had taken over the world. First he took over Magical Europe, then he took over Magical Asia and Magical America. With them under his control the rest fell inline. With the rest of the Magical World under his thumb he inslaved the Muggleborns and started to destroy the muggle world killing every muggle he could man, woman and child alike.

Harry still didn't know why everyone hated him before all this. Before he could remember he had lived with his aunt, uncle and cousin. His relatives treated him as a common slave ever since he could walk. His uncle was the worst though. Harry had been for even the smallest misstep. The scars on his back prove were the only birthday present he had ever received. When he finally turned 11, he learned about magic and that his parents were still alive. He hoped that this would be his escape from his personal hell but it was not to be.

The official reason he was given up to his wizard hating relatives was because he was thought to be a squib. As the older sibling that meant he lost tittle of heir to house Potter. His heirship was given to his younger brother.

Daniel Evans Potter, the believed boy who lived.

His parents even after finding out he wasn't a squib refused to speak to him making him wonder if lack of magic was the real reason he was dropped at the Dursley's front door.

In school everyone hated him. In Slytherin his house mates hated him because he was a half-blood and a Potter. The other houses hated him because of there distrust of Slytherins, thinking he was a hidden viper ready to strike. The professors at the school despised or avoided him for no reason at all. The headmaster was the worst of them all, he was the one who had him thrown in prison in the first place.

When the chamber of secrets had been opened in his second year, and a girl killed after five cases of petrification, Dumbledore had convinced the world that he was the one responsible even with his alibi.

He was dragged away kicking and screaming for anyone to help him.

No one did.

No one cared.

The last thing he saw was his parents giving him a look of disgust and disappointment, filling his Dementor induced fear for years until he stopped caring.

When he was 14 Voldemort returned, and with his return opened the one-sided link between them. with nothing else to do Harry started digging through Voldemort's memories trying to learn as much as he could. With the memories of the past he saw the atrocities Voldemort had committed.

He watched as thousands were tortured to their dieing breath, watched death eaters pillage, rape and burn taking the lives of many innocent magical and nonmagical people alike with no reason other than for fun.

The one thing that shocked him was his Brother. Through Voldemort's eyes he saw his own brother get hit with the killing curse after a haphazard duel with Voldemort. This ended the last "hope" of the Wizarding world.

Years passed and even though the world was Voldemort's the torture, murder, and suppression still continued. The world turned dark and the only light Harry could find was the moon.

The clank of Askabans human guard could be heard approaching his cell. By the sound there was only 2 guards. When his cell door was opened two large brutes walked in and started dragging him out of the cell.

Pain erupted through his weak frame as the 2 guards manhandled him. He was taken to the warden/executioner's office.

In the office was a man dressed in acromantula silk robes. He had a clean cut comb over and had an insane look in his eye. The man was sitting behind a desk that was covered in torture devices.

Behind the man was a door way like structure that seemed to leak darkness. From Voldemort's memories he deciphered that this was the veil, perviously in the department of mystery until it got moved hear for executions.

"Prisoner 8016, you are sentence to death by veil to open more prison space" the man's scraggly voice echoed around the room. The guards pulled him to the veil, chaining him to the door like object.

The Wardens face grew a cruel grin as he said "any last words prisoner" with a crazy kind of joy. As the Warden said this commotion could be heard in the hall. The doors to the office burst open, with Voldemort and and a dozen Death eaters surrounding him.

A sinister smile spread across Harry's face as he said "neither can live while the other survives". As he said this Harry pushed back into the vale the last thing he saw was Voldemort's rage bursting around the room.

As Harry opened his eyes he noticed that he was in a office, sitting in a chair. When he got up he noticed that the office was bigger than he thought. There was a long conference table in the middle with four chairs on each side. The walls were painted black and the floors were a nice oak.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Potter" a man seemed to appear out of nowhere in one of the chairs at the conference table. He was a tall man, about 6'5, with black as night hair going down to his shoulders. His skin was a deathly pale, so much that he looked like a corpse walking. He had a muscler frame with a strong jaw. His eyes were like two pits of darkness with no light. A pure black suit with a white tye covered his body.

Next to him was a beautiful woman with golden blond hair that reached mid back and glowing Amber eyes. She had a hour glass figure with a short height of 5'3. With a pure white sundress that showed her curves nicely giving her the look of a goddess.

"Good afternoon" he answered back in surprise. He hadn't spoke in ages and his voice sounded like it did when he was younger only deeper than so long ago. Infact his mind was clearer than it had been in ages. Thoughts were flowing fresh like a cool mountain stream.

"It's funny how clear the mind is with no body."

Like a stone falling into the pool of his consciousness. He remembered dieing. He fell into the vale.

"Yes" the man said "you did."

And this pale, shadowy man could read minds. Even with his near perfect occlumency shields, and powerful mind defenses.

"You might as well start talking out loud. I can read your thoughts but it becomes bothersome after a while."

Harry finally replied "who are you, where am I, who is she."

The woman spoke up next, with a smile that could and did brighten a room. "Hello Mr. Potter, my name is Fate and this is my brother death. Your in his realm now."

Shock over took his features as he was introduced to Lady Fate and Lord Death. clearing his mind he asks "what can I do for you."

"We have a bone to pick with you Mr. Potter" he said in a angry tone.

Becoming scared Harry asked "is this about the prophecy. I had no control over my execution."

Death smiled a smile made of solid oak. "No, that was merely a bit of conniving on our part to get you to us. We have a job for you mister Potter."

He blinked. "What?"

"I don't like people cheating me. As you've seen in my younger years with the Peverell brothers I always get paid my dues."

Harry gave a questioning look to Death "but... how is that my fault. I didn't want to be a horcrux"

Lady Fate spoke up again with her angelic voice "we know that Mr. Potter. We blame this on Tom Riddle not on you."

Harry calmed a bit.

Lady Fate continued "you should have been the one to kill him."

Harry gave a frustrated sigh "but how was I to kill that monster with me being stuck in that soul sucking prison."

Fate stared down at the man standing before him, still all bones and rags, "you were never meant to go to that infernal place."

"So did everything go wrong because I was sent to Askabans"

"No. The person who was supposed to do it couldn't and turned out to be a failure."

"My brother?"

"Yes, on the night Riddle attacked Godric's Hollow, Dumbledore named him the boy who lived even though he knew you were. Your brother never told anyone otherwise after he found out."

Rage coursed his veins after hearing what Death said. "My brother knew the truth" he said in fury.

"Yes, he did."

"When did he learn the truth."

"After the incident in first year, Dumbledore told him the truth."

Why did it seem all his troubles lead back to Dumbledore. It all seemed to start with him. The games that man played with the lives of people disgusted him.

Harry…" Fate stood, walked over to him and placed a calming hand on his shoulder. "Dumbledore deliberately choose Daniel to be the Boy-Who-Lived, knowing full well it wasn't him and tried to keep you as weak and friendless as possible. He was the one who modified your aunt and uncle's minds until instead of just neglecting you, they became abusive. He also gave your mother loyalty potions until she did everything he asked of her. Like giving away her favorite son and ignoring him. Luckily for him James agreed without help."

His eyes narrowed, and he looked up into Fate's glowing Amber eyes. "Why?"

Fate sighed. "Dumbledore saw the rise of two Dark Lords in his life, both of which he felt partly responsible for, and he was terrified to see another. When a prophecy spoke of a boy who was the Dark Lord's equal, who'd have a power the Dark Lord knew not, he tried to control events such that the prophecy child would not be a threat to the wizarding world as he saw it."

Harry's hatred seemed to double against Dumbledore and James for all the pain and suffering Harry they caused him. "So Dumbledore traded the possible rise of a Dark Lord for the certain success of an already established Dark Lord?"

Fate gave a weak smile. "It was never his plan for you to stay in Azkaban for as long as you did. He wanted to bring you out, have you kill Voldemort then kill you himself but when he died, he was no longer able to manipulate events and your brother said nothing to anyone who might have been able to intervene, which moves us nicely onto why we are here."

Harry stood waiting for death to continue, anger seeming to leak of him.

"We are now going to intervene."

Harry jerked, not daring to believe the implications of what he'd just heard. "Isn't it… isn't it a bit late now? I mean, I'm dead. The prophecy was unfulfilled... right."

At this point, Death took over for the beautiful woman now sitting at Harry's right side.

"Normally yes, however, in this situation, we're going to bend our own rules. Riddle and Dumbledore ruined the plan we had and I'm still owed Riddle's life."

Fate fixed Harry with a hard amber stare. "And I will not play a fool and listen to an old man who enjoys ruining people's lives more than his disgusting Lemondrops

A snort of laughter broke the tension in the room. "So... what's the plan."

Fate continued "unlike your brother you learn from your mistakes and can use all the information given. This is shown with you using Riddle knowledge in magic and other things to build up your own skills."

"We're sending you back to your 7 year old body. We want you to make sure Riddle dies, and we want you to make sure the prophecy is fulfilled."

"…What's to stop me being thrown in prison again?"

Fate smiled. "You must save the girl who died in the chamber, Ginny Weasley."

Harry was already starting a plan on how to save her "ok, but what's stopping Dumblefuck from putting me in prison again. I mean if one of his plans don't work he'll try another flimsy charge."

Fate's eyes shone. "And this is exactly the reason why you're going to be our champion this time, Harry, and not Daniel. You think things through. We already let Daniel re-do the timeline once and he still died by Voldemorts hands."

"Wait, what?"

"Well with how the events transpired he was the easier one to send back. Not to mention he already had many allys."

"… But wouldn't that mean the prophecy remained unfinished?"

"It wouldn't have mattered to me if Riddle would have died. But that's irrelevant. He failed."

"How did he die in the first time-line?"

"In the grave-yard at the end of fourth year. He got cocky and didn't Dodge a killing curse in time"

"Huh... know wonder he had such good grades and skill in magic without trying, and how he seemed to be a ladies man that could have any girl he wanted despite his personality and eating habits, he already knew them for four years."

All his past started to piece together. "Wait, so did he let Voldemort kill him... did he think you would give him another chance." Death node grimly. "Wait, if he knew the past how did Ginny die. Shouldn't he have been able to stop it from happening."

Fate looked sad. "In the first timeline the diary of Tom Riddle didn't abduct Miss Weasley until the end of the year, and your brother managed to save her. In the second timeline, Daniel Potter's meddling caused Tom to accelerate his plans."

"Wow. He really messed that up."

"Indeed. And let this be a warning to you, Mister Potter." Her face became sterner. "Do not try to live in the past and only rely on knowledge of your past time lines. Take control of your future. Also watch out for your brother Daniel, remember he is also from the future and might try to disrupt your plans."

"Yes, my lady" he answered in all seriousness before asking "my lady does that mean I still went to Askaban in the first timeline."

"Yes."

"How?"

"Dumbledore provided evidence that the cursed diary was your and you gave it to Ginny."

"That… fucking asshole!"

"Yup."

"So how can I stop it from happening."

Death smirked "well with Riddle's solid knowledge of how the political and legal system of the wizarding world works, I suggest going to gringotts for a inheritance test."

"Wait, but my inheritance was taken by my younger brother. What can I get from a inheritance test." Harry started to feel frustrated.

"With your brother the heir to the house of Potter you can take control of past houses that merged into the Potter house. Lines that are considered extinct can be taken up by you, if you are without a family to take over for."

"..."

"But wait, wouldn't that mean I would only be the heir to that house?" Harry ponders waiting for Deaths response. Voldemort's memories covered lots of politics but seemed to not cover inheritance. Harry thought this weird because if Riddle was the heir of Slytherin he could have gotten lordship of the house.

"You wouldn't be the Lord of that house, but you would be the head of house until you are considered of age or emancipated. This means you can control your house and get the title of lord but you need a proxy to sit on your seat for the wizengamot. To answer your other question, he didn't go to get an inheritance test because it's not common knowledge all but a few wizards know about them. You have to ask gringotts itself for an inheritance test and Riddle didn't." Death face morphed into an evil grin, it would have been a different situation if Riddle claimed the Slytherin Lordship.

""So, go to gringotts, do an inheritance test, then claim head of house until I'm considered a adult." Harry checked off everything on his list.

Thinking through everything Harry finally asked "So... before you send me back is there anything I should know."

This time Fate spoke up "yes, go to Knockturn alley after the Inheritance test. There you can find a familiar that will help you along the way."

"Also, when you go back I'd advise against falling into he same trap as your brother and collecting too many witches of questionable usefulness around you. They could easily become a distraction."

"Right. So I'll only collect the useful ones. And leave the distractions for later." He tried his best to look as innocent as a pile of rags and bones can.

Death grinned from ear to ear while Fate looked resigned.

"Are you ready."

"Well, Death, after 40 years of hell I think I am. I'm not holding back on this second chance. I will do everything in my power to make sure the primary objectives are achieved, which at the longest should only take tell fourth year, hopefully. I fully intend to make sure the final hundred odd years of my life are as satisfying as possible."

Grin still on his face, Death spoke again "Mr. Potter, so long as you finish your primary mission I don't care what you do."

Fate shrugged her shoulders "I'm of the same opinion."

"Excellent, because I plan to cause all sorts of havoc around the world."

The trio continued to discuss minutia and tactical and strategic options for some time, before Fate and Death waved Harry on his way and his soul was flung back through the veil.

On July thirty-first on 1987, the fifty-two year old soul and core of Harry Potter entered his seven year old body and merged together.

A green glow surrounded the seven year olds body. It lasted for five minutes before stopping. Avada kedavra green eyes opened, glowing with hidden power.

A smirk spread on Harry's face... this is gonna be fun.

End of chapter 1