1988
An 8 year old Harry Potter sat in his 'bedroom' under the stairs, eyes filled with tears. Life was terrible for the small child. He had never known his parents, their love or even any kindness in general. All he had known was his aunt, uncle and cousin, and all the misery and abuse they brought upon him.
He couldn't take it anymore. He had to end it all, if for no other reason then to be reunited with his parents. Life was just to hard for him to go on. His aunt had always kept the cleaning supplies in the cupboard with Harry. He knew enough from school that if he drank enough, he would die.
As he lifted up the jug of bleach, a voice came out of nowhere. "Are you sure you want to do that?"
Harry instantly dropped the jug in fear.
"Who's there?" the child asked.
"A friend. Someone who wants to help you. Is your life really that bad young Harry?" In the dark, the emerald eyed child just nodded his head. "If you really want to see your parents, that's not the way to do it. People who commit suicide go to a bad place."
"Who are you?"
"I've been called many names over the years. You may call me Loki, and I have an offer for you."
"What kind of offer?"
"I can reunite you with your parents." Harry wasn't a stupid child. He knew that anytime someone offered you something, they wanted something in return.
"What do you want in return?" The voice chuckled slightly.
"You are a bright child, aren't you? All that I ask for is your body. I no longer have one of my own. If you give me yours, I can guarantee that you'll be sent to be with your parents." Harry smiled. This was almost too good to be true.
"This isn't some kind of trick, is it?"
"It's true, I've been known for playing my share of tricks. But I promise you, this isn't one of them." Harry could feel the truth in the voice's words.
"What do I have to do?"
"Just verbally accept, and then go to sleep."
"I accept your offer." Harry lay down and closed his eyes.
"I hope you find happiness child. For your actions this evening have changed the world."