Disclaimer: I Do Not Own Harry Potter.

Warnings: Rated M to cover all bases - violence, sexual situations, possibly triggering content. Mentions of religion and holy texts, and of course, slash/het. Permanent pairings are undecided as of yet. The most likely outcome is a polyamourous ship between Luna Lovegood x Harry Potter x Draco Malfoy - hehe, fairly obvious this is AU now, isn't it? Mentions of Sirius Black/Harry Potter (inappropriate I know, but I've got a spot for this..) - unlikely to be the final pairing, but if even light mentions squick you out, consider yourself warned. Gonna make an effort to teach an old cilchés some new tricks.

Summary:- A world in which a nineteen year old Harry Potter has a choice after the war, and that choice leads him to a whole new side of a war he's already fought. Harry finds himself in a strange world where his family is alive, everyone's alive - and Harry isn't the Boy-Who-Lived, his brother, Daniel is. Boy, that isn't the half of it, he finds himself in the life of a tall, neurotic, and sickeningly enough - Slytherin - counterpart, who doesn't want to be an auror, or even a hit-wizard. No, this Harry Potter is hellbent on being the greatest Exorcist this world has ever seen, it's time for the former BWL to see if he can fill those shoes, and more importantly, protect the next saviour of the world.

"Oh God, this shit again," - Harry Potter

Exorcistus

{Prologue}

The idea of landing in a new universe that was so similar but so very unlike your own, is a really strange thing to contemplate, whether or not you believed in the multiverse, comprehending that many possibilities and entire lifetimes born from the smallest divergences in time and choices is always overwhelming. Fainting, running around screaming at the top of your lungs or looking for the nearest person might be any normal person's initial reaction to landing in such a place, but then again, Harry Potter was hardly ever normal – no matter how hard he tried.

That, and this was intentional.

Well, semi-intentional.

When Harry Potter plunged himself into the Veil of Death at the Department of Mysteries at the tender age of nineteen, he didn't expect to be at a crossroads.

He didn't expect to be anywhere, really, instantaneous death was what happened to most, but then again, Harry Potter wasn't most people, and he had a certain way about skirting and flirting with the afterlife, as many legends that get carved into wizarding or muggle mythology always do.

Harry Potter knew where he was walking, at least, somewhat, ever road at the centre of the golden cobbled crossroads had tiny little wooden looking signposts in varying states of age, pointing down narrow paths to different possibilities, different places, and different peace.

You've done quite enough Mr Potter, now it's time to choose.

Do it again Harry? - Left

Jump over to Death, Harry? - Right

Back again, Harry? - South

A New Beginning, Harry? - North

That's what the little signs all read, and after picking a path, the whole ordeal felt like a dream, at least, when he woke up in an unfamiliar but soft, homely bed, it felt like a dream, except that he was fully aware that it wasn't, and the surreality of it finally hit him when he was staring over at the left side of a pasty wall, a Wicked Sisters moving poster winking at him – representative of your average wizarding boy's bedroom, except – it wasn't Harry's bedroom. Not the one he'd accustomed to thinking as his, and it was certainly no Dudley Room 2 or cupboard under the stairs, no, definitely not.

You see, Harry Potter chose the North Road, not fully knowing where it would lead, but having the faintest idea, the gut instinct, the very sense that kept him alive for so very long, and turned his back on Death for perhaps the millionth time, and plunged on ahead.

A New Beginning.