Starting Over

Grimmauld Place, once the pride and joy of the Black family, was on the verge of collapsing when Harry Potter shambled up the steps. Each step threatened to crack under the shoes of the 157-year-old wizard. However, each step surprisingly held under his admittedly frail frame. The potions he had been dosed with for most of his life had hindered his ability to be healthy indefinitely.

Harry took what small satisfaction he still could from the revenge he had dished out to the family who had ensured he never achieved a happy life. It was partly his fault in the beginning. Harry had admittedly been blinded by the new sparkling world laid at his feet, freedom from the Dursley's, and the chance to have friends. However, when that newness wore off and he started to think for himself again, he found his life was spinning out of his control. Harry had blown up the vile thing called Marge Dursley, and began to make plans to run. Dumbledore found him first, however. A couple of spells and a potion later Harry was on the Night Bus headed toward the Leaky Cauldron. Harry, thankfully, was resilient against magic and three years after the war all of the betrayals began to invade his dreams. At first, Harry thought they were nightmares presenting themselves due to the stress of his upcoming marriage to Ginny. After three months though Harry could no longer put the memories off as nightmares.

It took two months and his wedding to Ginny was a week away when he made a decision to visit Gringotts. The conversation he had with the Goblins lasted six hours. When Harry left he was forgiven for his break in, and a weight on his shoulders which would weigh him down for years to come. Harry was essentially addicted to the loyalty, love, and mind blocking potions as he could no longer live without the potions in his system. Knowing this he set it up so that any money Ginny and he retched family took from his vaults without his permission would draw up a fourteen present interest loan that they would have to pay back when he died or he called for the immediate repayment. While he was there he also drank a potion that made him permanently infertile with Ginevra Weasley. Harry had always wanted a family, but the Weasleys had taken that chance away from him. While there he made sure all of his fortunes would be given to the various orphanages in London when he died. The "loans" the Weasley would take out of his vault over the years would be paid back and the interest accumulated would go to the Goblin nation. Furthermore, if the debt and interest wasn't paid within the original "loanees" lifespan the debt would pass to their children and their children's children. If the line happened to end before the debt wasn't paid the debt would fall on the families who married into the Weasley family in this generation and all future generations. This would ensure the Weasley line would end and Harry would get his revenge. Harry just had to wait, and wait he did.

In the end, the potions he was on had dulled all his senses to the point where he could just barely muster some satisfaction the devastation his revenge wreaked. The Weasley family had indeed made many withdraws from his vault over the century. However, when his vault was almost shrunk to a size where he wouldn't even be able to help twenty orphanages if they money continued to be with- drew Harry placed his revenge in motion.

Earlier that day…

All the Weasley's were gathered around the Burrows table where Harry and Ginevra had lived since Margaret Weasley had passed from old age nearly thirty years prior. Harry sat at the head of the table while he listened to the talk around him. His "wife" was gushing over their "children" loudly and slightly slurred to Hermione Weasley. Tapping his glass Harry got everyone's attention. "I have an announcement to make." He dully said while nearly everyone around the table rolled their eyes but stayed silent appeasing him. "As of yesterday the Potter fortune is no more. Ginny and will be having to rely on my ministry pay from this point on." Shocked and angry glances were shot at him until Hermione burst out laughing.

"Don't worry Harry we have simply relocated your fortune to our family's vault. You are getting on in age, and it would make things so much easier when you pass on because your property will have already be divided accordingly amongst our family." Ginny said frostily. Harry felt a brief flash of both anger and satisfaction. He nodded and said happily or as happily as he could fake "Oh thank God, I was worried about how we were going to take care of our children when we no longer had the money to keep the lifestyle they have become accustomed to all these years. Ginny and the rest of the family smirked. Harry mentally smirked and then excused himself to the bathroom. Once in the bathroom he threw on his invisibility cloak and snuck back out to watch the fun after he firmly requested that the money he loaned the Weasley family be repaid in full as of November the second 2,137 at 6:50 pm.

Harry settled himself in a rarely used corner on an ugly table he had gotten for his birthday one year from Dudley. There he had the best view of Ginevra, Hermione, and Ronald. At 7:00 pm on the dot owls carrying a thick envelope of parchment arrived for everyone on the table. Hermione was the first to open and finish her letter. The skank lost all color in her face, then turned very red, before turning green, and finally went white once more before fainting.

That prompted everyone to open and read their letters and or grab her fallen letter to read what had caused the such a strong reaction. In the end, everyone at the table was in shock. Disappointing, really, as he had hoped to see them break down crying or begin raving once the realized the truth of their situation. Then Ginevra clutched her chest and began to turn purple. Her children began to scream and cry trying to save their mother. Harry happily watched Ginevra die and then the shock break into anguish. He wished dearly that he could muster up more than just satisfaction watching his revenge take place.

However, he would be grateful for the satisfaction he could feel. Knowing if he stayed any longer he would be caught and punished by the family for ruining their lives so he used the commotion to slip away. With a crack, he disapparated to the street out front of Grimmauld Place.

Now…

Harry made his way through the house making note of floor cave ins as he made his way up stairs. Trudging up the stairs blindly was a dangerous pastime and after almost falling through three different stairs Harry lit his wand. Soon he was in front of the master suite where once upon a time he had agonized over the possibility that Voldemort had been possessing him. When he realized when his feet had taken him Harry blinked repeatedly for a few seconds. Why had he come here of all places? Moments later he decided it didn't matter and shrugging his shoulders he entered the remains of Grimmauld Places Master Suite. There was a hole in the floor in the far left corner dragging the remains of Buckbeak's bed down to the room below. In the center of the right wall lay the tarnished remains of a once grand fireplace. A chair, once purple but no longer, rested a little behind the ruined fireplace. Harry had sat in that chair, it was uncomfortable and was guaranteed to be even more so now, but he found answers and comfort here in earlier life and maybe he would find them here again.

Two hours later Harry's foggy brain began to become much more sluggish, and with a wry grin, he realized why his fortune had been removed more swiftly as of late. Harry had reached the end of his usefulness and therefore expendable. Now he was more than a little satisfied with today's events. Huh, emotions came back when my body is in deep stress, Harry thought sluggishly. Looking around him a deep sadness filled Harry's entire body. He didn't want to die before getting a chance to live, he didn't want to die alone, and he certainly didn't want to die never knowing what it was to love and be loved in return. A tear slipped out of his left eye right before those green eyes turned glassy in death.

His parents were right, death was easier and quicker than falling asleep.

Death didn't last long though. Instead Harry felt himself being pulled backward through his life. When moving backward nearly 150 years a voice spoke gently. "Child of fate and destiny you have done well. You let them have their way and suffered for their choices. Fate and Destiny have abused you and therefore have lost all rights to govern your life. The powers are sending you back so that you might lead your life. You will have your memories. We wish you luck."

Harry crashed into his ten-year-old body on May 2, 1990, at 3:20 a.m.