Ok so this is an idea that's been floating in my head for days now. I can't seem to focus on the two other stories as my head keeps coming back to this so I will work on this. Any other idea's for a story I have will simply just wait until I finish the ones I do have open.

Harry was hit by the killing curse in second year. As a result, the horcrux in his scar was destroyed way earlier causing Harry to change. Embracing his heritage, and his slytherin side, Harry sets out to change the wizarding world with a certain Metamorph by his side. Harry/Tonks pairing. Tonks will be just slightly older than Harry in this story. Instead of being a 7th year hufflepuff in Harry's first, she is going to be a third year in his first year, with her being a fourth year in his second. Without further ado, here is my new story, In the Shadows

Prologue

"You've cost me my servant!" Screeched the arrogant elder Malfoy before pulling his wand and yelling "AVADA KEDAVRA!" A green jet of light rushed at Harry right as Dumbledore rushed out of his stair case having heard the words the Lord Malfoy had spoken. He watched in horror as the jet of death hit Harry right as his stunner reached the Malfoy. When the boy crumpled to the ground Dumbledore rushed with a speed far greater than a man his age should be capable over to him, frantically feeling for a pulse. Feeling none, he sighed as he conjured a stretcher, a black cover, and manacles. Placing the shackles on the the stunned Wizard, Dumbledore levitated Harry onto the stretcher before covering the body with the blanket. Tears running down his face which seemed to be frozen in shock and anger. He quickly made his way to the Hospital Wing to avoid the students. He cried as he thought about how he had failed his former students in protecting their son, and the wizarding world's only hope.

Harry woke up in a room that was filled with white. He groaned as he came to and looked around. Standing off to the side was his mother and Father! "Mum! Dad!" He cried jumping up and running to them, not noticing a robe appearing over him. He grabbed them in a big hug and cried. "Am I dead then? I must be since you are here." he asked once he finally let go. "No son. You are not dead. When Voldemort attacked that night he had been using a type of extremely dark magic to tear his soul apart and put it in containers to ensure his immortality. When he cast the killing curse on you, it reflected back on him, destroying his body. A part of his soul, already broken, attached itself to the only living thing that it could find you." his mother told him.

"You mean there is a piece of that monsters soul inside of me?" He asked horrified.

"No sweetie. The killing curse cast by Malfoy destroyed that piece. But because the soul was so entertwined with your own, it attempted to take you with it. It only suceeded in causing you to come to Limbo. Here you will be given the choice. You can die, and hope that someone else will stop Voldemort this time, or you can live and train and defeat him. Either way you will have our full support. But if you are going to go back then there are some things your father has to teach you first." Harry nodded and turned to his father. He knew he would have to go back.

"The Potter's are one of the oldest Wizarding families. The First Potter came from Rome when they invaded and stayed behind when they left. Along with 49 other families they founded Wizarding Britain. What this means is that you have a very powerful position in society. Use it to your advantage. Don't let it go to your head but use what you have to change our world. Don't let the old ways die. Find a way to get the muggleborns to embrace our ways, while keeping the traditionals happy. The Potter's have long been a neutral family. I don't know the state of our finances as we were one of the biggest contributors to the war effort. Find someone to teach you about the pureblood society, prank the living crap out of everyone, be honest and true, and above all else, find a woman, treat her right, and you'll go far. Our time grows short son, and we have so much we wish to tell you. If you can manage to get access to the family vault, ask about it at Gringotts, then you can find our portraits. We updated them about a week before we died so they should everything." They both started to fade, "Trust your godfather. He wasn't the secret keeper. And we love you. Never forget that or how proud of you we are." At the end of the statement, James and Lily Potter disappeared. And Harry shot up in the Hospital Wing, surrounded by crying people.

Minister Fudge was sweating as Dumbledore told Amelia Bones what he had seen. The fact that he had clearly heard the Lord Malfoy casting the killing curse was damning itself. Combined with the fact that Lucius cast it at the boy-who-lived, in Hogwarts, and had been Fudge's biggest supporter in his campaign meant a publicity nightmare for the Minister. In fact he would not be surprised if he was voted out. After all, it had only been through the grace of the Lord Malfoy he had managed to barely win the required 51% of Wizengamot votes to be elected. So the best thing that had happened to him all day was when Harry Potter suddenly sat up gasping for breath and holding his hand over his heart where yet another lightning bolt scar was appearing. "Amazing. You've survived two killing curses." was the first words that were spoken once the Potter boy woke up. Immediately the questions began and Harry just looked horribly overwhelmed. Suddenly a loud bang shut everyone up. "Everyone except Madam Promfrey, Myself, and the director of the DMLE is to leave this room at once." Dumbledore stated, his power flaring slightly to convince everyone that arguing with him right now would not be in their best interests.

"Now, Harry my boy, tell us what happened." Dumbledore said. Harry nodded, took a breath and began, "I was in Diagon Alley purchasing my school supplies earlier this summer when Mr. Malfoy started a fight with Mr. Weasley. I saw him slip the book into Ginny Weasley's cauldron. That book caused the chamber of secrets to open. It was after I killed the Basilisk with the sword of Gryffindor and had returned to the headmaster's office that Mr. Malfoy and his elf, Dobby, stormed in. After a quick conversation he left, and I returned the book to him. I had hidden one of my socks in the book so he had inadvertantly freed Dobby. He yelled at me and then he cast a curse, Avada Kedavra at me. I woke up in a sort of limbo and spoke to my parents and then they sent me back here." Harry finished.

Fudge began to sputter and tried to bluster his way out. "I'm sure you simply misheard him, or perhaps misunderstood the situation."

"Unlikely you blubbering idiot." a new voice said. Harry turned to see a small pink haired young witch. "I saw the whole thing. The Lord Malfoy tried to end the Potter line, which, due to the Black Blood of his grandmother, makes Draco and Narcissa the closest blood relatives of Harry Potter. He didn't just attempt to murder someone, he attempted to kill him. And I saw the entire thing." The witch finished her speech and then crossed her arms. "And who do you think you are?" Madam Bones said to her.

"Nymphadora Tonks but I only go by Tonks."