AN: This is my first Fanfic so I hope you all like it. It's a Time travel fic with a different twist. The story has been rolling around in my head for a while. There is a mild crossover at the beginning with some characters from another authors book series. Let's see who can figure it out.

I was intrigued with the idea of multiple partners, so I am going to include it in this fic. The idea that if you lose your biological parents but still have other parents to love and raise you appeals to me. Also knowing how backwards the Wizarding world is, it seems that this would happen.

I don't own any characters here by J.K. or the other author, just the ideas I use about the fic I write.

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"Avada Kadavra" the green light flew towards Harry's face and he knew this was the end. Everything he had tried to do was in vain. His Family, his friends, everyone he loved gone. Tom Riddle proved too crafty, too strong. Harry even now refused to call him Voldemort. What was a seventeen-year-old half trained wizard going to be able to do against a man whose very name brought terror into the hearts and minds of people like Auror Shacklebolt. A small smile crept across Harry's face at the thought of seeing his loved ones again.

The light that assaulted Harry's eyes was the last thing he expected. A hooded figure with a skull visage was standing over him looking down. Harry started and could not help the small scream that escaped his lips.

"Zane!" a beautiful middle-aged woman with honey blond hair yelled, "Stop scaring the boy, he's been through enough already."

"Sorry Niobe," he laughed pulling down his hood. As he did the skull visage disappeared and a very ordinary looking man's head was revealed. "Is Nortan on his way? We need him for this."

"He will be here shortly; in the meantime, why don't we help Harry to his feat and explain why he is here."

Harry watched the exchange with wary eyes. He was still on the floor of a small room in a modest looking house. He could see a sofa and love seat near a crackling fireplace. He looked down and saw his body was dressed in a white tunic of some sort and slippers were on his feet.

"Where am I? And who are you?" an edge of fear in his voice. He realized he didn't have his wand and felt helpless. The man 'Zane' who had looked like the grim reaper and now looked like a normal man helped Harry to his feet.

"I am Zane the Incarnation of Death" he replied, "the lovely woman over there is Niobe," he gestured to the woman "one of the three aspects of Fate. She is the second aspect called Lachesis, who weaves the Tapestry of life. Currently you are in Purgatory, more specifically Nortan's house, the Incarnation of Time"

"What?" Harry exclaimed obviously confused. "What do you mean Incarnation? Why am I here?" Just a moment ago he was in the woods dying at the hands of Tom and now he was standing in this strange house with these very odd people. The woman Niobe approached and took his hand then lead him to the Sofa.

"Please, sit. We will explain everything" He took the offered seat and tea appeared in front of him. "Who and what we are is not as important as what we are going to offer you." She began. "As the middle aspect of fate, I saw you were not really given a fair chance at life. Your thread in the tapestry was crisscrossed with so much trouble and pain. None of it should have happened as it did. Zane has tried to take Tom Riddle to the other side many times only to be stopped."

"Death cannot be denied Harry," Zane interrupted. "Even Tom Riddle is meant to fall." Harry's head was spinning, the more these people talked the more confused he became. Just then a tall blond man in all blue with an hourglass in his hand entered the house.

"Nortan!" Niobe smiled, "Welcome home." The man walked straight over to Harry and extended his hand.

"Harry, good to see you again." His face held a genuine smile that bewildered Harry.

"Do I know you?" he asked taking the man's hand. Zane and Niobe were glaring at the Incarnation of Time.

"Sorry Harry," he replied sheepishly, "I sometimes forget that I live my life backwards. I knew a version of your older self." This bit of information and the whole situation was too much for Harry and he passed out.

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The second time Harry awoke it was to the sound of concerned voices. He had been laid out on the sofa; the tea next to him on the table was still steaming so he must not have been out long. He pretended to be passed out and listened.

"He's been through so much already," Zane said, "Isn't there someone else who can do this?"

"No," Niobe explained, "Harry was the boy in the Prophecy, only he can do this."

"With our help of course," Nortan supplied, "I know he can win because I have seen it in several timelines."

"Several but not all, for now, we just need to explain what we are asking of him and hope he accepts." Zane sighed. "He's awake by the way and listening to us."

Harry sat up realizing he had been caught and decided to use his Gryffindor courage and just be blunt. "What is it you want from me? I already died trying to save the world, what more can I do?" Niobe gave him a warm smile.

"We want to give you a chance to save everyone and win the war," said a tall dark looking man whom Harry had not seen standing in a corner. He had a large red sword on his side and was massively built. "I am Mym, the Incarnation of War." He explained, "And we four want to give you the tools you will need to defeat Tom Riddle and save all your friends. Would you like that chance?"

To say Harry was surprised was an understatement. "But how... I'm dead? I was never going to be strong enough to defeat Tom no matter how hard I tried! And Dumbledore didn't help nearly as much as he could have. I was never even trained how to duel properly," he spat,

"Your Headmaster," Mym corrected, "was a strong warrior in his youth, however like most people as he aged, he started losing his edge. His mind was not as sharp as it once was, and he made many errors. Your life became a casualty to that I'm afraid."

"I know this is confusing for you Harry," Nortan said, "But we four are the Incarnations of Time, Fate, War and Death. As Time I can take your soul back and with Deaths permission can put it back in your younger body. Lachesis or Fate can alter the Tapestry of life to allow this at certain points. War, can help you by giving you the tools to be a stronger warrior. Together we are uniquely able to help you and through you the many others who were affected by Tom Riddle and his accursed Horcruxes."

"You're telling me I can go back and fix things?" Harry asked, uncertain.

"We're telling you that we can make it possible for you to fix things," Niobe corrected. "Fixing it will be up to you. If you agree to try, once we do this, we will not be able to help you anymore."

"If you're Death," Harry questioned looking at Zane, "Then you were the one who left the Deathly Hallows on earth! Headmaster Dumbledore had the Elder Wand, I had the Cloak and the stone was in Tom's possession for a time although he didn't know it."

"That was one of my predecessors," Zane explained. "I only became Death a few years ago. I don't know which of them gave the Peverell's the Hallows, but it was a mistake. The Tools of Death are not to be trifled with."

"Wait a minute," Harry interrupted "You became Death? How is that possible?"

"That young man," Mym cut in, "Is not important. What is important is that we are willing to alter reality in order to help you and your loved ones, do you wish to try? Or would you rather pass on to the afterlife knowing you had the chance to save most of the people there to greet you but didn't take it?" The tone in War's voice angered Harry. He had never backed down from a challenge before. He walked into that forest knowing he was going to die, and this man was questioning his courage!

"Of course, I would like to stop it!" Harry yelled, walking towards the lager man, not even afraid of the sword on his side. "Do you think I enjoyed watching Hermione, Ron, Ginny and all my other friends die one by one? Do you know what it was like to see Remus torn apart by Fenrir Greyback? I would kill them all if I could!" He was breathing heavy and standing face to face with Mym now. To his genuine surprise the man smiled back. The other Incarnations were smiling as well.

"I can see you are ready." Mym told him. "Accept our gift, learn to use this power and save your friends." Mym placed his hands on Harry's head and the world seemed to explode around him. Colors off all kinds assaulted his vision. The people in the room seemed to glow with an inner light. The sword, hourglass, cloak and what looked like needles all glowed even brighter. They had thin lines of something connecting them to the people who were holding or wearing them. Once again Harry lost consciousness.

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He was on the sofa again; his head was resting in someone's lap. When he opened his eyes, he saw his mother. "My brave brave boy," she said leaning down to kiss his forehead, "my Gryffindor warrior."

"Mum?"

"Yes my dear, I am here. Zane was able to bring me briefly so I could wish you well. Listen to what they tell you. You are the only chance the world has." She brushed some hair off his forehead. "I can't stay long but I wanted you to know how proud your father and I are of you." Harry sat up and wrapped his arms around his mother pulling her into a tight hug.

"I missed you mum,"

"I missed you too Harry, and I know it will be hard with us not there, but Time can only drop you off at certain points and unfortunately it is after Voldemort kills your father and I."

"It's not fair, I want to save you too."

"I know my son, but our fate was always meant to be this, yours on the other hand was not. Be brave my son." And with that she started to fade away.

"I love you mum," Harry exclaimed suddenly tears running down his face. "I won't fail I promise."

"We know you won't Harry, we know you won't…"

"Thank you for that," Harry said looking at the four people left in the room. There was still an odd glow around them, but it was no longer overwhelming. Looking at hands he could see a similar glow. "What is this?" he asked.

"What you are no doubt seeing," Mym explained "is how you are able to do Magic. All living things have it to some extent, but Wizards, Witches, and people like us just have more. It's energy Harry, pure energy in and around your body. When you work magic, you are harnessing energy and making it work for you."

"When people talk about your magical core," Zane added, "they are really referring to the energy inside your soul. When you die that energy stays with your soul. As Death, I am able to see it better than most. I granted you that power."

"What I have done," Mym continued "is given you the ability to harness and use that energy by seeing the patters of how it flows. Once you get the hang of it you will not need words or a wand, you just visualize and will it to be. I am sure you have seen wandless magic preformed?"

"Yes, when I fell off my broom during a quidditch match, Headmaster Dumbledore used Arresto Momentum to stop my fall without a wand."

"Dumbledore was able to tap into pure energy from time to time, but not even he was able to do what you will be able to. It's also how accidental magic is used incidentally." Mym said, "Not since Merlin and Morgana has someone with this ability been seen. This is how we will even the playing field with Tom Riddle."

"Will I be able to teach it?" Harry questioned. The four looked at him surprised by the question and conferred among themselves. The conversation was taking longer than he expected and he began to grow nervous when Niobe smiled at him.

"There may be a few people who are able to understand and learn from you but not all," she pointed out. "Don't fall into the same traps you did last time, don't allow prejudices and preconceived notions to sway you from future friends or your path."

"Why say that all the sudden?" he asked.

"Because," Zane said grabbing him lightly by the shoulder, "I'm afraid our conversation took too long, we are running out of time and need to get going. Practice what we told you, visualize and see the energy flowing and will it to be." Nortan grabbed his other shoulder and turned his hourglass; Harry had just enough time to see what he now knew as energy flowing into it then the world when black once more.

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This time when Harry woke, he found himself in a familiar dark area with a small stained mattress. He knew immediately that he was in his cupboard. What he didn't know was what time, month and year it was. He realized he was not seeing energy and focused on his hand. He could see the faint light then and sighed in relief. "Not a dream then" he thought to himself.

Using his new gift, he could see three faint motes of light above him. Almost nonexistent compared to what he saw in Purgatory and in his own hand. He knew immediately that these lights were the Dursleys. They had hardly any energy at all in their souls. It's no wonder they were Muggles. Getting up he tried to open the door to his cupboard and was relieved to see it was not locked from the outside. He tried to remember how old he was when the lock was installed and thought it was nine. That meant he was currently younger than nine years old. That also meant that some of the worse starvation and abuse was coming.

Smiling to himself he realized that this time around things could be different. Sneaking out of the cupboard into the kitchen he looked at the clock on the wall. Three AM, he had plenty of time to make himself a small snack and think on everything that happened before the Dursley's woke. He was still not sure of the date, but according to the calendar in the kitchen it was May nineteen eighty-nine, that meant he was eight years old.

Chewing on his bread and juice he thought about what to do next. One thing was certain, he was not going to allow the Dursley's to abuse him anymore. He needed to practice and start using this new energy ability as soon as possible. If he could have at least the basics of it down when he reached Hogwarts, he would be light years ahead of where he was last time. Thinking of his friends still out there alive made him feel warm all over.

What was it Niobe had said, "don't allow prejudices and preconceived notions to sway you from future friends or your path?" He knew this meant to be more open to others this time around. Maybe he would have even more friends than last time. This go around however; he would defeat Tom and save them all.

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AN: Well that's the start of it. If people like it I'll write more.

There won't be much character bashing in this story except for maybe Malfoy's gang and Snape. Never did like that he was willing to betray James and Harry only to save Lilly. He would have happily walked over their bodies if she was alive.

Also going to portray Ron the way he started in the books: a true friend. After his initial assholery with Hermione in the first book he was willing to die so Harry could move on. In the second book he faced his worse fear spiders to help Harry, as well as being willing to go into the Chamber with him. As the books went on she changed his character to be more an more of a jealous ass, I never liked that.

Please review and let me know what you think. If you don't like it just say "hey didn't like it" don't flame it, no reason for that type of negativity.

Oh and if you figured out my mild crossover congrats. They won't be anywhere else but I thought it was a different way to start a time travel fic.