AN: Hi guys. This is my second fan fiction. It is a crossover between Harry Potter universe and the One piece universe but this will focus on the HP world.

June 17 1995

The order was now gathered around 12 Grimmauld Place where the Black family lived. Sirius, the owner of the house didn't want to live in this dark magic ridden of a house who only brings him bad memories. Dumbledore had revived this organization, which he created in the late 70's, designed to counter Voldemort and stopped him from rising to power. The members were arguing if the Dumbledore's plan is morally right. If they should take the risk in dwelling with dark magic.

"Is what we're doing really necessary Albus? This ritual could backfire on us." Alastor Mad-eye Moody said. "He's right Albus. Couldn't we just continue with what we're doing now? Michael can still be the Child of the Prophecy, Albus. Destined to vanquish the Dark Lord" McGonagall added.

"Yes, he could be. If he had the talent nor the brain to be an extra-ordinary wizard. Unfortunately he doesn't have the talent nor the brain. He doesn't even have the potential to become a great wizard that would rival the Dark Lord or Dumbledore. But they're right Dumbledore." Snape said now looking towards the headmaster. "This is too much of a risk to take just for one boy. Yes, he is the Child of the Prophecy, yes the Dark Lord is a powerful wizard. But he is not infallible. He can still be killed. With or without the Prophecy Dumbledore." Snape continued.

"Or he couldn't be killed if the Chosen one isn't the one to kill him. You know very well Severus that we have looked and searched for wizards or witches that can rival Voldemort. But unfortunately we haven't found him or her." Dumbledore said and stopped to look everyone in the room in the eye. "This is a risk we have to take." He continued.

"More like a leap of faith, Dumbledore. Let's say that the ritual is successful. The big question is, does he want to fight with us?" Alice Longbottom said. He took a huge breathe before continuing. "We were horrible towards him." Alice said with shame, Harry was her godson and she should have noticed how he was horribly treated and should have taken him in. But in the midst of falling out with the Potters, handling the Longbottom estate and taking care of two children, Harry's well-being slipped her mind and she had forgotten about him. "I have big faith that he will." Dumbledore replied.

"Should the final decision be with James and Lily? He is their son." Remus pointed out. All of the members looked at the Potters to see what their decision will be. What Lupin said was true, they could argue for days whether what they were about to do was necessary or not and they would still be at a stalemate. There was an eerie and tense silence that filled the room as they await for their answer. "Let's perform the ritual." James said, they had thought about this for a while and they agreed that it was a necessary risk they have to take.

"Are you both sure?" Dumbledore asked sincerely to the Potters. They both nodded. "This is bullshit." Sirius screamed while banging his fist at the table causing everyone to flinch. "Harry could be at peace at where he is now. He could be finally happy, be at a place where he is loved. Will you really disturbed him for the Greater Good?" Sirius asked, with rage in his eyes. He too felt bad for ignoring Harry's maltreatment, he, of all people knew what it felt like but just like his best friend he let the fame and glory get over his head and ignored Harry's well-being.

"Or he isn't, we don't know if heaven or hell exist Sirius. We can give him a chance to be happy. For us to be whole again, for us to be happy" Lily asked, with tears running down her eyes. "Yes, he deserves to be happy but not with you. He's dead Lily and the TWO of you" Andromeda Tonks said while pointing her finger at the Potters. "Were the cause of it. You just have to accept that and that there's nothing we can do." Andi answered. She was really disgusted of what the Potters did to their own son. They were no different from blood purist who are fighting for You-know-Who just like her parents. And then James stood up "Yes, we fucked up with Harry, yes we were horrible with him and yes we were the cause for his death, but how many will die just because we didn't do this ritual. Voldemort is getting powerful every second of every minute of every day and we can't afford to waste more time arguing whether if we should do this or not. It was the prophecy that led him to us. The led him to his first downfall. If we are going to do this, there is a big chance that this would lead to his second and final downfall that would usher an era of peace in the Magical Britain. This is a risk we have to take." James replied sternly.

"This is a fucking mistake." Sirius exclaimed. "We're just as worse as death eaters if we are going to do this. We are resurrecting a person just for him to die." Sirius said. "Then how about we vote on it? Those in favor in doing the ritual?" Dumbledore announced to the members. Majority of the members raised their hands when Dumbledore asked. "Those who are not?" Dumbledore asked, and a few people raised their hands. "Then we will perform the ritual. We'll prepare tomorrow till we can perform the ritual. Meeting adjourned." Dumbledore said and Sirius stormed out after.

June 30, 1995

The order members were gathered around the Potter manor. The order except for the members who were against the idea, had just finished performing the ritual with the use of the deathly hallows. Now they were waiting to see if their calls and summon were heard.

Dumbledore, the oldest Weasley sibling, Bill, Alastor Moody, James and Lily Potter were the ones to retrieve the resurrection stone from the Gaunt's cottage. Dumbledore would have preferred to retrieve it alone, to keep the existence of the deathly hallows a secret. But time was of the essence and he can't afford to waste it anymore. It was a necessary risk he have to take. The order members were quietly awaiting for the result of their ritual they had just done. Then suddenly a black cloud appeared at the ritual circle. Then a human figured started to form. It only formed its hooded head and torso while its lower part was still the black smoke. If Dumbledore was honest to himself he was terrified. The fate of the world is resting upon the result of this ritual.

"You have summoned me?" the hooded figured asked the people in the room with a feminine, cold and terrifying voice. Dumbledore mustered up his courage and swallowed thickly. "We summoned you to request a favor out of you." Dumbledore said, trying to keep his voice from shaking.

"And the request is?" Death asked. "To resurrect Harry Potter." Dumbledore answered. "Hmmmm, to resurrect you say? Why should I grant you the request? It would go against the Divine law of nature "Death said.

"Because he is the Child of the Prophecy, The Chosen One to defeat the Dark Lord Voldemort who had also defied and insulted the Divine Law." Dumbledore replied. Death directly faced Dumbledore and looked upon his face, then he looked around the circle where he floated, "My Hallows? What you've done is an extraordinary feat even for a wizard." Death said, she had designed all the deathly hallows, to be always far from each other and for the possessor of the item except the cloak to die as soon as possible. For them to do it and to unveil its secret was impressive and was enough to grant them their wish. "Thank you." Dumbledore said with a bow.

Death then recalled her memories to see if Harry Potter is within his realms, when she saw that he is, she recalled all of his memories, she pitied the poor soul. The boy had gone through so much, so many hardships and challenges, she was impressed by his strength and stubbornness to overcome any challenges and to not give up. She was reluctant to resurrect the soul, but she had already granted them the request and the soul being resurrected is the one to vanquish this Tom Riddle. The wizard who created 7 hocruxes. She snapped her fingers then a cauldron appeared out of the blue. "Here lies the soul and body of Harry Potter" Death Exclaimed and then she looked at Dumbledore directly. Dumbledore felt his mind being attacked, he tried to use Occulumency but it was useless. Then knowledge and information entered his mind and suddenly he knew what to do with the cauldron. "I shall take my leave, do be careful with my gift, what you asked is not usually you get." Death said and without much further she disappeared.

Dumbledore then wasted no time and began to instruct the order members before the final procedure will be gone in his mind. Dumbledore raised his wand and began to chant words that are non-existent in this world and waved his wand, the wand he used before he got the Elder Wand, in complicated and intricate patterns. Then it was done, he had done every procedure right and was now awaiting for the results. Then the cauldron floated and began to crack. Then the liquid inside the cauldron began to move wildly. The room started to get cold, ice cold. The liquid was still moving wildly, then the cauldron vanished, leaving the liquid to float and then a fetus started to form, then it became a toddler, to a child, to a teenager then to an adult. Then a face is starting to appear. It was a face identical to James but only with more scars in his face. Then the face and body started to get younger. Then the paleness started to disappear, the skin had more life to it, the hair followed, it was now livelier than it was before then his eyes opened the same time he inhaled.

Then Harry fell to the floor, he was breathing heavily. The last thing he remembered was Red-hair's sword piercing through his heart causing him to die. He was supposed to be dead. So why was he breathing? Why was there no hole in his chest? More importantly why was he smaller? He was supposed to be 24 years old yet his body feels weak. He looked at his arms and body. He noticed that there were no scars too. Whatever happened, he was back in his teenager body. FUCK! Not this shit again. His stomach grumbled, he touched his stomach, it had been a long time since he had eaten. He looked around the room and his vision was blurry but there were people around the room. "Food, gimme some food." Harry said as loud as a whisper. "Can you repeat that?" Bill asked. "Food, give me some food." Harry said, loud enough for everyone in the room to hear.

"Barney" Lily called. The house elf appeared and bowed low, "Yes mistress Lily?" the elf asked. "Go prepare some food and clothes for Harry." Lily commanded. "A lot of food." Harry added. Barney looked at the boy who was on the floor. "Master Harry?" the elf asked in surprise. "NOW!" James screamed and the elf yelped in fear and bowed low. "Yes master James." the elf said and then disappeared. "As we wait for the food to arrive, maybe we should talk first." Dumbledore suggested. "No, I'll eat first." Harry said while wiping the goo that covered his body. For a few minutes they waited, and then the elf appeared with a pile of clothes and then with a tray full of food. Harry quickly grab the tray and said, "This isn't enough. Prepare more food." Harry said and then started to eat. He was eating like there was no tomorrow, food were dropping on the floor but he was picking it up. Within just a few minutes, the food was already gone. Harry kept demanding for more and the elf kept complying. This went for a full 30 minutes until Harry announced that he was full.

"Wew, that was amazing, Barney!" Harry called and the elf appeared and bowed low as per usual. "Does master Harry want more?" the elf asked. "Eh? Master? Just Harry is fine with me. Anyways I just want to thank you for the food you've prepared." Harry said with sincere appreciation. "I is honored to be of service again for Master Harry. Barney be missing serving the young and kind master." Barney said with tears in his eyes. "Yes I have been missing you too Barney. Can you give me a glass of scotch?" Harry asked towards the elf. Barney just looked at Master James with who nodded, then he disappeared with a pop. Harry was touching his the pockets of his robes, jacket and pants to see if there was something in those spaces. Seeing that his pockets were completely empty, he looked around the room to ask "Does any of you have cigarettes?" he asked while looking towards the member. Mundungus walked to the front and offered him a stick and a lighter. "Thank you mate" Harry said while taking the cigarette, he puts it in his mouth, he took the lighter and then lit the stick. He smoked the cigarettes and exhaled a puff of smoke.

"Last time I checked I'm supposed to be dead. Yet here I am. How is this supposed to happen?" Harry asked, with the cigarette in his hand, the elf appeared again with a glass of scotch and offered it to Harry, Harry took the glass and thanked the elf with a warm smile. The elf smiled back before disappearing again. Harry took a smell of the scotch and took a sip. "Damn that's good." Harry said and he raised the glass to James to convey that he was impressed. "So how am I alive?" Harry asked again, he puts down the glass and rested his hand with a cigarette in the arm chair.

The order members looked at Dumbledore, awaiting for him to answer his question, Dumbledore sighed heavily before answering. He closed his eyes to collect his thoughts, he was treading on a thin line here. One wrong word and their efforts would have been for naught. "We perform a ritual to resurrect you." Dumbledore said, Harry nodded as a response not really wanting for further explanation about the ritual. He was healthy and that's what matters the most. "Why?" Harry asked.

"Last month, Voldemort was resurrected, he performed a ritual which requires you brother's blood, and he succeeded in kidnapping your twin brother. Because of Voldemort's arrogance, he began telling your twin brother what truly happened the night he attacked your family. He revealed that your brother was not the one who vanquished him that night." Dumbledore said but was interjected by Harry. "That it was me who vanquished him. That I'm the true Boy-who-lived." Dumbledore nodded at what he said. Harry to a big sip of his scotch. He then took a deep breath and closed his eyes. His cigarette was now half-way empty. He took a big puff of the cigarette and slowly exhaled the smoke, he repeated the same action until the cigarette was no more.

"Now what? How do I come into play in this?" Harry asked, after a long moment of silence. "Have you ever thought why Voldemort targeted the Potter's, specifically you and your brother?" Dumbledore asked. "Didn't live long enough to wonder Dumbledore." Harry answered with anger in his voice. The Potter's, Sirius and Remus flinched when Harry answered. Dumbledore had the dignity to look ashamed after he asked. "Anyways, the reason why he targeted your family is because of a prophecy. A prophecy was made before you were born. It basically says that you were the one to vanquish the dark lord. The candidates were you, your brother and Neville Longbottom." Dumbledore continued.

"Now you want me to fight Voldemort and that's why you resurrected me." Harry said and Dumbledore nodded as a response. Harry drank the glass full of scotch with one shot. 'Maybe this time I'll finally die, I'll die in a place where I was born' Harry thought grimly while feeling the burning sensation on his chest from drinking the scotch. "Does the prophecy really that important? Voldemort is a strong, exceptional wizard but he is no god. And all men can be killed if you just know how." Harry added.

"Yes, but he always operate in a way that does not endangered him. Because Voldemort doesn't go after people. He uses other people to do the dirty work for him. Yes Voldemort is an exceptional and powerful wizard but his greatest asset is his mind. He is a cunning wizard and that is his greatest weapon. There is a reason why many death eaters were able to go free with the imperiused defense after his downfall. Because everything he does can't be traced back to him. But with you, he goes after you himself. He thinks that if he is able to kill you he would defy death himself and be truly immortal. That is the difference between you and your brother. That is why you're the only one to vanquish him. Because he will come after you." Dumbledore explained, his eyes were filled with grim and sadness.

Harry looked at him with a poker face. But inside he was seething, they resurrected him only for him to die, for them to use as a tool to kill Voldemort. How dare these weaklings order me around, to tell me what to do, I am an emperor of the New World and they dare order me around. He wanted nothing but to rip this old man and everyone in this room limb from limb but he tried to control his anger, it wouldn't do to throw a tantrum now. He didn't know if he possess the power of his devil fruit or his haki. For now he would bid the time, time for him to become powerful, time for him to acquire members, a time to plan to conquer this world. And when he kills this Voldemort, Dumbledore will be next, then death eaters and finally, anyone who will stand against him. But for now he would need to bite to their plans and lay low for him to succeed. There were other people he contemplated on killing but that would be determine in the future.

"It seems I have no choice but to kill this bastard don't I. Okay I'll do it. BUT. I'm going to train and become strong. Just because I'm way out of his league doesn't mean I won't go down without a fight. Is that acceptable?" Harry asked. If he was honest to himself he was excited, delighted even. Nothing can really replace the rush you feel when you fight to the death. He just hopes that this Voldemort or this old man would be able to kill him.

"Yes, that's acceptable. May I also suggest that you stay here and live with your parents? And to attend Hogwarts this coming year. I'll arrange for tutors for you to catch up with the kids of your age?" Dumbledore asked and Harry nodded. "Yes, that would be acceptable." Harry said.

"Alright, I think that concludes this meeting. Let's leave and give this family some time to reunite." Dumbledore said and with that the order members bar the Marauders and the Potters slowly took their leave while quietly muttering and whispering to each other. When it was only Remus, Sirius, Harry, James and Lily in the room, silence of awkwardness fill the room immediately. Not wanting to deal with them Harry stood up "Is my room still intact? Or did you threw it away just like you did to me?" Harry asked with one eyebrow raised.

"Your room is still intact." Lily replied. Then Harry immediately walked towards his room. "WAIT!" Lily screamed.

"What?" Harry snapped. "Can we talk first?" Lily said meekly.

"Can it wait tomorrow? If you hadn't noticed, I just then I was just resurrected. So I hope you'll understand that I am tired and want to sleep." Harry said sarcastically. "So can I go get some sleep? Or do you want to proceed talking?" Harry continued and with that he took his leave.

Harry arrived at his old room. More like his jail cell. Even though 16 years had passed, well, technically 7 years had passed in this world but still he vividly remembers the days he lived here. The neglect, pain and anger he experienced in this household. He wanted nothing more than to burn this manor to the ground. He looked at his room and observed that nothing changed. It was still the same the day he had left. "Barney!" Harry called and the elf appeared. "Master be needing something?" the elf asked while bowing. "Is there a room where I can sleep? This is too small for me. Or can you replace this bed with a bigger one?" Harry asked. "I can do that master Harry." the elf said and snapped his fingers and the bed that was in the room disappeared and was replaced by a bigger bed and there was a pajama there. He quickly change into the pajamas and laid there and drifted to sleep immediately.