DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER, IT BELONGS TO J. K. ROWLING ! I AM HOWEVER RESPONSIBLE FOR THE PLOT AND THE OCCASIONAL ORIGINAL CHARACTERS THAT MAY OR MAY NOT POP UP IN THE STORY.

[Author's Note: Welcome to my first fanfic on this site. I hope I do good and you will like it =) ]

A word about the Plot: This, ladies and gentlemen, will be another one of those 'Harry Potter dies in battle and gets sent into the past' stories. I have to admit, that the first thing I thought after finishing reading the books was "God, how much of an idiot can one person be?", because really, how can one person, a teenager at that, have a hero complex of that magnitude? That (some of the time-travel fanfics that I read here) got me thinking about how I wanted the story to turn out. And here is the answer to the question.

Pairings: Harry Potter will be gay !

Warnings: Major Dumbledore and Ron Weasley bashing. Rather OOC Severus and Lucius... and many others. 'M' rating for foul language, violence and scenes of sexual content later in the story.

P.S.: You have been warned, proceed reading at your own discretion... and don't tell me later that I didn't warn you beforehand. That being said, please note, that reviews are very much appreciated. O_O {Draco hugs for nice and big reviews} =)


PROLOGUE.


With a tired groan the 10 year old boy lay back onto the old cot that took most of the space in the cupboard under the stairs and thought about the events that brought him back to Privet Drive, 4.

(flashback)

The battle was raging for over five hours and try as he might Harry was slowly beginning to tire out. Another dizzy spell took hold of the young man and he lost concentration for just a moment… but it was unfortunately a moment too long, for an unfamiliar pinkish curse struck him from behind and Harry experienced a rather weird thing. He felt like his soul was literally pushed out of his body, for a moment he shrugged the feeling off, but when he turned around to send a return curse at his attacker, he was greeted with the sight of his lifeless body on the ground a few steps ahead of him and none other than Ronald Weasley staring stupidly at his corpse. The red-head was slowly lowering his wand and beginning to shake badly:

"No, this was not supposed to happen like this... he said it would make things right, not kill the bastard..." - Harry heard Ron mutter and couldn't help but gape at his friend, who apparently just did Voldemort's job for him.

"Merlin's balls!" – exclaimed the now dead savior of the wizarding world – "Well… this is certainly a weird way to die... killed by my own best mate, what a way to go… so much for 'either must die at the hand of the other'…" As soon as he uttered those words, he froze, the reality finally catching up to him. He, Harry Potter, was dead and he was most certainly not killed by Voldemort. Which meant that either they interpreted the Prophecy in a wrong way, or it was not real. The wizard chuckled darkly, looking at the fight that was now slowing down, as people began noticing his body: "All this bloodshed… possibly for nothing… this really sucks… wish I knew all this at the beginning, probably wouldn't have ended up this way..."

All of a sudden a pinkish light surrounded him and his surrounding blurred into a colorful whirl. Harry felt slightly dizzy from all the movement and closed his eyes to avoid being sick... the fact that ghosts don't usually feel sick didn't exactly occur to him, which was not at all surprising, all things considered.

(end of flashback)

Potter snickered darkly as he remembered Weasley's startled face when he actually managed to kill him:

'Well... in a certain twisted way it did make things right... at least for me.' - thought the man turned child as he drifted of to sleep.


[Author's Note: Well, this is how it begins. Tell me what you think about it, please =)]