Okay everybody this is a 'returned Harry' story as in Harry dies and returns from the dead so I don't want people to just stop reading partway through because they think that I just decided to short stick Harry till he kills himself. This chapter contains a sort of attempted suicide. I rewrote this chapter to make the story flow better.

'thoughts'

Letter

Harry Potter and the Power of Anger

Chapter one

-November 1st, 1994-

-Great Hall-

-General POV-

If a person walked into the Great Hall they would see every table filled with angry people, bar a few exceptions, but all for different reasons. The Slytherin students were angry that Harry bloody Potter, the Gryffindor Golden Boy had gotten even more glory and attention than he had had before. The Hufflepuff students were angry that Harry Potter had stolen their champion's and house's glory from them. The Ravenclaw students were angry that Harry Potter had cheated to get into the Tri-Wizard tournament. The Gryffindor students were angry that one of their own had acted with dishonor. The staff were either angry at Harry for entering or angry that one of their favorite students had been put in another dangerous situation. The Beauxbatons and Durmstrang students were angry that Hogwarts had gotten two champions to their one. Only six students were not angry at him the first three, his friends Neville Longbottom and the Weasley twins, supported him while the other three, Susan Bones, Hannah Abbot, and Luna Lovegood, were simply neutral about the situation.

"Come on guys just listen to me please" Harry Potter, the source of the anger in the Great Hall, pleaded with his two best friends Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger.

"Why should we listen to your Potter?" Ron growled at him hatred clear in his voice, a sneer obvious on his lips, and contempt apparent in his eyes as he glared at the person who was once his best friend.

"After everything we've been though together…everything you know about me…you still believe that I would do this?" Harry asked his voice filled with incredulity, pain, and betrayal as he was scorned by those whom he held closest.

"You are everything that I despise most Potter." Hermione growled at Harry causing him to recoil with a pained look akin to as if he had been struck by the bushy haired girl, "You not only cheated to get into the tournament, which I might have forgiven you for, but that you continue to lie about it makes it far worse. You are dead to me Harry Potter." she finished with a sneer before walking to the Gryffindor table with Ron leaving a stunned Harry Potter in their wake.

-Harry-

Harry stood at the entrance to the Great Hall frozen in shock Hermione's last words echoing in his head, "You are dead to me Harry Potter." she had said, the girl who he loved hated him. Harry had planned on asking Hermione to be his girlfriend this year but now she couldn't stand the sight of him, hell she was repulsed by him. Turning he slowly walked off trying to decide what to do next, last night the other Gryffindors had sealed the Fat Lady's portrait magically and even though the Fat Lay herself was sympathetic towards him she still had not able to let him in so he had to sleep in an abandoned classroom. His dorm-mates had even tried to break into his trunk but a house elf had gotten it out of there when Neville alerted them about what was going on.

'There is nothing left for me here,' Harry thought 'but I don't have anything or anywhere to go to in the muggle world either. So that leaves only one option, it is time for me to go on the next great adventure.'. Then thinking back Harry remembered a book on the Hogwarts wards that he had read back in second year when he had considered suicide from the way the school had turned against him, there were wards to catch students who fell, jumped or were pushed off a tower or through a window, the swords on the suits of armor were enchanted to not injure anybody while Dumbledore had the Sword of Gryffindor, and Hogwarts absorbs lethal curses when they someone fires them at themselves, the fires were spelled to not burn anyone and the forbidden forest had detection wards. He couldn't even use poison because the basilisk venom in his bloodstream made him immune to all venom's weaker than it, now the only poison strong enough would be… would be… "From the basilisk itself." Harry said in realization before walking to the owlery to say goodbye to Hedwig and to write a final letter.

-Dumbledore-

Looking around the Hall Albus Dumbledore sighed in regret, regret that the child that he viewed as his own grandson was in danger and he couldn't do anything about it and that even his own friends had turned against him. Suddenly he saw Harry's snowy owl, Hedwig, flying towards him with a letter. Once she dropped it in his lap she flew to the back of his chair and barked sadly, this was the first sign that something was wrong as she would normally go straight back to Harry. Quickly opening the letter he saw three pieces of paper, opening the first he read:

Professor Dumbledore,

I can no longer stand to be at a place where I am hated and ridiculed for things beyond control. Vilified one minute and glorified the next all to amuse the people of the Wizarding World who have never believed in me, never trusted me, and never supported me yet still they expect me to be their hero. So I have decided to set myself upon the next great adventure. The second sheet of paper is a letter to those who betrayed me and the third is my will; everything that I own is left to you, the Weasley twins and Neville Longbottom who I saw and believed and supported me, and Hogwarts herself to better the school. Normally I would have been able to get through this but the straw that broke the camel's back was the betrayal of Ron and Hermione, Ron was my best and first real friend and Hermione, well I was hoping to try and ask her to be my girlfriend this year but I doubt that is going to happen now. I am using the fang of the basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets through Myrtle's bathroom and I have left the door open. Please sir, bury me next to my parents and give me an honorable burial. I beg of you.

Love,

Harry Potter

P.S. Sir I just wanted you to know that I always saw you as a grandfather.

Crying out in anguis Albus dropped the letters and vaulted over the staff table with a speed that should have been impossible for his old age and began running to try to stop Harry from what he intended to do. "What's happening Albus?!" Minerva yelled as she and the rest of the staff as well as a good portion of the student body began running after him.

"Harry's about to commit suicide!" he yelled back not turning around or slowing down. He quickly reached Myrtle's bathroom and dove through the opening to the chamber faintly hearing the four heads of house following behind him. Not even acknowledging the rough landing Albus shot up and kept on running till he reached the main chamber and their kneeling on the ground with the basilisk fang poised over his left wrist in the same position that the scar on his other wrist still rested from his fight with the mighty serpent in his second year. "Harry, please no!" he yelled desperate to stop the closest thing he would ever have to a grandson from killing himself.

Looking up with sorrow filled eyes Harry said eight words that broke his heart, "I'm sorry grandfather, but I have nothing left." before plunging the fang into his wrist as his eyes rolled up and he collapsed.

Running forward Dumbledore ripped the fang from his honorary grandson's wrist before he checked his pulse. "Albus is he…?" he heard Minerva ask in a choked voice.

Standing up with Harry in his arms Dumbledore looked at the four heads of House and saw their expressions, Minerva and Filius looked as pained as he was because they saw Harry as a grandson like he did, Pomona looked remorseful for being angry at him with the goblet incident, while Severus looked in shock at the dead son of his most hated enemy and his closest friend. "Harry Potter, the greatest wizard of his generation is no more. Killed by the betrayal of all those who he held most dear." he said with a tone dead of all emotion.

Bowing their heads in mourning, even Severus, the five walked back to the entrance and magicked the Shute into a staircase as they slowly climbed. When they reached the top they saw what had to be the entire student body assembled in the bathroom and surrounding hallway. Seeing the students the five teacher's faces grew hard, "Every student in Hogwarts has just lost all extra privileges and will receive detentions for the rest of this year save for Neville Longbottom, Susan Bones, Hannah Abbot, the Weasley twins, and Luna Lovegood for driving Harry Potter to suicide. He never entered the tournament and because of the action of those who are being punished one of the most powerful wizards I have ever seen, one who had more power than even me, is now dead." he yelled at the assembled students, pouring his grief and anger into his words.

"What do you mean he didn't enter?" came the shocked question from Ms. Granger while she and the youngest Mr. Weasley wore expressions that were a mixture of shock, shame, and horror.

"Ah Ms. Granger I had forgotten about you for a moment. You and the young Mr. Weasley have earned yourself detention every Saturday night for the rest of your time at Hogwarts and have lost any chance of ever having any authoritative position within these walls. You Mr. Weasley betrayed your best friend, a person who saw you as a brother; while you Ms. Granger betrayed a person who truly loved you, did you know Harry intended to try to form a romantic relationship with you this year? It was the two of you who pushed him over the edge to doing this." Dumbledore said in a cold voice not even caring when he saw tears starting to fall down the girl's eyes.

Shoving past the students Dumbledore walked back to the Great Hall before he said a command and had Hogwarts put a solid gold coffin, inlaid with rubies into the great Hall, something that the founders had created should a truly heroic student die in their halls and deserve a proper burial. Placing his grandson in the coffin Dumbledore stepped back before falling to his knees and sobbing.

Over the next few minutes the great Hall filled up with the student body, the villagers from Hogsemede, the staff, and even several Ministry employees Such as Fudge and at least half of the auror corp. All there to pay homage to the fallen Hero.

"Hagrid please take him outside so we may have a memorial service for the greatest wizard of the age." he said solemnly as the gentle giant picked up the golden coffin and carried it outside followed by the entourage. When everyone was outside Albus conjured up a podium and chairs and began speaking, "We are here today to honor Harry Potter, one of the greatest wizards I have ever known. He always acted with honor and never flaunted his power and yet he was still betrayed. I have here two documents to read to you all, one is a letter to all of those who betrayed him and the second is his will.

To the traitors of Hogwarts,

I must ask you a question… why? Why do you constantly turn your backs on me? Every year bar one I have been betrayed and scorned by the people of this school. You all are sheep following the loudest voice no matter what the evidence, or lack thereof, says. In my first year I helped a friend but did so after curfew and was docked fifty points along with one of my last true friends Neville Longbottom and my betrayer Hermione Granger. The school turned on me and decided that I was now unworthy to even be there as the scorned and ridiculed me but I still had my close friends so I pulled through. Second year I was accused of being the Heir of Slytherin when I spoke Parsletongue at the dueling club even though I used it to save someone life by ordering the snake down. Again I had my close friends with me. Now though someone else has entered me into a deadly tournament against my will and instead of hearing my side of the story the school turns yet again and some even try to steal my family heirlooms. Yet this time I did not have my oldest friends by my side as they had turned against me and declared me dead to them. The only ones who supported me were Fred and George Weasley and Neville Longbottom. To you, Ron and Hermione, I say "Et tu Brute?". I have nothing left to live for but hopefully in the next great adventure I can finally be reunited with my parents.

Signed,

Harry Potter

By the time he finished the students of Hogwarts looked ashamed while those who had come from the village or the ministry were glaring at them with contempt. Setting down the letter he pulled out the will "I am now going to read out the will of Harry Potter."

I, Harry James Potter, being in sound mind and body place down this, my last will and testament. First to my friends Fred and George Weasley I leave five thousand Galleons a piece and the map with the instructions to follow your dreams.

Second to Neville Longbottom I leave five thousand Galleons, my wand for you to use as I know that yours is not a proper match, my firebolt, and my invisibility cloak. The cloak is a family heirloom and it should go to you my brother. Never let people put you down.

Third to my honorary Grandfather Albus Dumbledore I leave five thousand galleons and the body of the basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets along with anything he may find in there, and any properties and other heirlooms that belong to the Potter family.

Fourth I wish for the rest of my liquid assets to be donated to the School for its betterment.

Sincerely,

Harry James Potter

When he finished he folded up the will and then knelt in front of the coffin and cried, pouring out his grief for his grandson until he could cry no longer. Standing Albus was about to turn away before he noticed Harry's body starting to glow, gasping in shock he drew the attention of the rest of the people assembled who also noticed the glowing body before the glow became a burst of light. When it died they saw Harry's eyes snap open as he gasped for breath.

-Harry-

"Harry please no!" the voice of his adopted grandfather yelled from the entrance drawing his attention.

Looking up at his headmaster Harry said "I'm sorry grandfather, but I have nothing left." before plunging the fang into his wrist and felt his world go black.

After a few moments he felt himself on a hard surface feeling far better than he ever had before. Opening his eyes Harry saw that he was lying on the floor in a sitting room in front of two people he had never seen before. Sitting up Harry heard the first person, a woman, say "Hello Harry." with a motherly smile while the other, a man, gave him a reassuring nod.

"Where am I, I thought that I had killed myself or did I fail at even that?" Harry asked them worried that he had managed to even mess his death up.

Sighing the man kneelt down in front of Harry and told him, "You are in my realm Harry. I am death and the woman next to me is the embodiment of Magic.".

Looking back and forth between them in awe Harry asked "Not that I'm not honored to be here but I thought that I would go to the afterlife or is this it?".

Sighing Magic said "No Harry but you see you are able to make a choice here. Your scar had a piece of Voldemort's soul when you died so did it but you have the option of allowing it to go to the afterlife while you go back to the land of the living. You still have to defeat Voldemort after all.".

"But he's nothing but a spirit and I'm sure that Dumbledore could do a better job than me." Harry protested before he was cut off.

"No Harry he can't," Magic said sadly "you are stronger than Albus. And there is a prophecy saying that only you can defeat him. But if you do choose to go back you will not be going back as you were. We will be giving you the powers of the four original families of magic.".

"Four families of magic what are you talking about?" Harry asked them confused.

"What are they teaching you kids these days!" Magic yelled in exasperation.

"I wouldn't know," Harry laughed "out teacher is a ghost whose voice puts almost everybody to sleep and he only talks about Goblin Wars anyway.".

Rolling her eyes Magic continued "Well the first four wizards all had special magical talents that have mostly died out occasionally appearing from time to time in their descendants or somewhat gained by other wizards. The abilities are the abilities of Dire, Metamorphomagus, raw magic user, and mind master. The Dire power is the origin of the animagus transformation which became possible when the first dire died and affected the way magic worked slightly, a person who is a dire can turn into any animal, magical or not, both fully and partially. A Metamorphomagus is a person who can change anything about their appearance. Elementalist have natural control over the forces of nature. People who can manipulate raw magic can either channel it into another person to change their magical make up to give them certain abilities or just focus it constructs but it is very draining to do. And the Mind Masters are maters of reading, controlling, and defending the mind.".

At this point Harry was dumbfounded and was sure that if he wasn't dead he would have passed out from shock so he said the only thing that he could, "Wow.".

Death burst out laughing, "I told you that's what he'd say! I told you Magic! I win the bet!".

Before Magic could retaliate Harry asked them "Do you have names because it just seems strange to just call you Death and Magic all the time?".

"Not really," Magic shrugged "We've never really thought about it before as we don't talk to mortals much.".

"How about Thanatos and Hecate?" Harry suggested.

"The Greek gods of Death and Magic?" Death asked curiously and when Harry nodded he grinned, "I like it!".

"So Harry what will you do?" Hecate asked.

"I'll go back Lady Hecate." he told her, "I may not have much love for most of the Wizarding World but I do still care about some of the people there and the muggle world doesn't deserve that snake faced bastard.".

Smiling at him like a proud parent Hecate touched his forehead and gave him his new abilities and then crushed him in a big hug. "Take care Harry and don't you dare show up here for another hundred years do you hear me young man?" she asked him mock sternly.

Smiling he hugged her back and playfully replied "Yes mum." which caused her to laugh.

"If she's your mum than what am I?" Thanatos asked grinning.

Pretending to be deep in thought Harry told him in the most serious voice he could muster "You are the immature man child uncle that is fun to talk to but gets in trouble with mum a lot." causing Thanatos to pout and Hecate to laugh again.

"He is spot on there." Hecate said making Thanatos pout even more "But Harry I would like a son so you now get to fill that position." she said smiling making Harry beam at her.

"You mean it?" he asked hopefully and she nodded before he crushed her in a hug.

"Go on Harry and be safe." Hecate said kissing his forehead Harry while Thanatos slapped him on the back.

Nodding Harry stepped back "Bye Mum, bye Uncle D." he said, closing his eyes he felt a tingling sensation in the pit of his stomach before his eyes snapped back open and found himself in a golden coffin on the Hogwarts grounds surrounded by people. Looking down at his wrists he saw that his new basilisk wound was a scar and as he watched both of the scars on his writs shifted and changed, they both turned into strange runes that seemed to hum with power . Sitting up Harry climbed out of the golden coffin and looked at the shocked crowd before him. He caught the eyes of Neville and the twins, his last true friends, as well as Professors Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Flitwick who he saw as family; his face took a hard set, if Voldemort was coming back he was going to be ready and he'd be damned before he let Voldemort hurt any of the few people important people he had left.