Hello readers, this is my first fanfiction and I would like for you to review with any comments you might have and with words of advice for you.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or any of the other things you recognize in this fanfiction. I will not say this again.
Finally, this is a story about a Harry Potter who, upon his death, is immediately reborn into another universe as a new person, who may or may not be named Harry Potter. He will either be born as a baby or as an adult about to go through an important event, such as D-Day in World War Two. In that case, he will gain all of the memories of the Harry that lived up until that point. Without further ado, here it is.
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At the end of the month, a boy was finally born. The next day, it became evident that the summer was ending, with only August left before it would be over. In the next year, the boy's family would retreat from the outside world in the hopes of escaping the conflict taking place.
They didn't make it past the October of the next year.
And with that, a young boy was left on a doorstep, where he was found with a scream by the woman who raised him with the love of a person indifferent at best and hateful at worst, leaving the boy to tend to the household as a common slave, not escaping until he went to boarding school at the age of eleven.
There, the boy named Harry Potter learned a wondrous new lifestyle, one filled with friends, enough food to eat, and the art of magic. However, the wonder would soon fade as an old madman was resurrected by the way of the boy's own blood when the boy was naught but fourteen.
For the next three years, the boy and his first friends fought together to stop the madman, losing much along the way but eventually getting to a climax where the boy learned that he had to die to defeat the Dark Lord Voldemort.
Accepting his fate, the boy walked calmly to his death and faced it down.
And then it struck him, and he was no more.
Then, he drew in a breath of air and cried as all newborns do, realizing with shock that he was but a babe once again.