Death Master's Second Chance

Chapter 1 | The Dursleys

The skeletal hands holding the all powerful wand. Pale and white, thick and thin. Beckoning the boy to be right there, to stand there, to come and accept his death, for the greater good of all the wizarding world.

"Avada Kadabra!" Voldemort shouts with his might to the seventeen year old boy, ready to accept death for his family and all they fought for and died for. For his friends, for Fred, for Remus, for Tonks, for Sirius. Green light of a flash, Harry closed his eyes, breathing calmly, remembering all the times he had been, so young, the good, and the bad. 

The time where he laughed with his friends, the time where he hugged Sirius. The time where he died, where his godfather died, heading closely and More close to the veil. The time where he kissed Cho Chang in 5th Year. When he had his very first kiss with Ginny. When saw Cedric Diggory be killed by Peter pettigrew. The first time he went on his broom. The first time he held his wand for the red and gold Sparks flew into his grasp. Where he won the house cup for Gryffindor. When he first defeated Voldemort his first, second, fourth, fifth, and now finding out that he is a horcrux. It all flashed like a movie playing in an instant. Like a movie projector having all the nice things and the bad, playing instantly until it stops, and until the room is darker and darker.

Harry opened his eyes from the familiar pounding screaming of his Aunt Petunia. And the pounding of his annoying cousin Dudley and telling him too, "Wake up cousin, we're going to the zoo!"

I'm back here? Harry thought, puzzled. He was just about to accept death, his death. And now he's back here and this hell hole? Course it wasn't too bad in his life, he had to deal with the chores, and a little of eating. But it wasn't all too bad. But that's what he thinks. Harry had no idea that things were just about to get a lot worse…

He got up from his small cupboard. Walking to the kitchen, ready to make breakfast for the Dursley's. Doing his best to not burn anything, but unfortunately he burnt the breakfast. Causing his uncle to turn purple with anger. "Freak! Didn't she say not to burn my breakfast!?!"

"Yes Uncle Vern-"

With a slash Vernon hit the boy's left cheek, causing the boy to grasp his face in shock. Wide eyes looking exactly at his uncle.

"You call me sir. Freak! Remember well of your lesson to call me sir or you'll be extremely punished."

Vernon glares, shoving the  plate at the young boy, doing the dishes, getting slapped on his bottom from his uncle. A small squeak of fear as Harry moved to the sink. His Aunt smirked with amusement at her husband and cooed at their son's arctics of his birthday presents. 

Harry had no clue what was going on. First he was called a freak again. Next being smacked, abused. The only word he could think of… what was going on?

The soap caused bubbles in the sink as he washed hours upon hours. When he finally finished he was shocked to be shoved in the cupboard, the large hands of his uncle- Vernon or Mr Dursley shoved the boy to the cupboard and locked the door behind him. All Harry could remember was pain and tears that fell from his eyes, as he passed out.

Harry didn't go to the Zoo that day, no sending that snake to is idiotic cousin. The next day Harry found a snake a Boa Constrictor "it came from the zoo!" He thought. He exams the snake. "I want to thank you for using your magic to release me." The Constrictor hissed.

"Save you?" Harry quirked. The snake nodded.

"I was at 'home' I couldn't have. I wasn't with my 'relatives' at the zoo ... Instead I ..I was ..."

The snake nodded. "I know youngling. But you released me nonetheless. I'm forever on your debt."

"You're not going to where you were bred?" The snake shook its head. "I'm here to help you youngling."

Dudley came to the porch. "Who were you talking to?"

Harry shrugged, innocently. "Honestly, I don't know what you're talking about."

"Yes you do, freak I heard noise, like hissing..." He trails off to thought until he saw the snake. "It was you!"

Harry amused. "It was you that made me fall! I don't know how, but you did it!"

"Honestly, Dudley I seriously don't know what you're talking about." Harry looked at his cousin unamused.

"Then....then how did I suddenly get not wet?"

He looked at Dudley. "You didn't get wet? Dudley, think logically. How on earth could you not get wet from the water in that case? Think about it." He shook his head and place a shoulder to his cousin's.

"I...uh..."

"Now run along, I won't tell your parents that you talked to me while doing my gardening chores."

Dudley nodded, before he left. "I'm sorry Harry," Harry quirked in amusement. "I'm sorry you have to go through this... I've been acting, like I'm a jerk, you know..."

Harry nodded and gestures him to leave. "I know Dudley, I know, we'll talk about this later."

Dudley shut the front door and walked to his room. While playing with his new toys from his birthday, he noticed that yellow and black sparks surround his view. "Woah..." he looks in awe, than to his palms. "Did I do that?" One thing for sure he had to tell Harry about this. And he was to tell him tomorrow.

Hey everyone that is it for now!! Might have some romance soon, but not yet it's a surprise! au revoir

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