Harry Potter was born to die.

He knew this now, it was all planned from the beginning, a long time ago...

Albus Dumbledore had planned it all out, if Harry were to die, he'd weaken Voldemort enough for the others to finish him off. Harry should have realized this ahe was a loner... and it had an effect.

The old man had been the only cover Harry had against the storm that was life, and the bastard had left Harry to die in the cold winds.

Now, Harry James Potter stood on his own, his entire life and future standing before him.

The sun had left him, his warmth long since left, leaving Harry feeling cold and hollow.

His eyes landed on shadows, and he only saw the fires across Hogwarts' lawn, and the bodies that had died in his name.

Harry turned his eyes towards the domain of darkness that stood as the border of the place he had called his home, housing beings of horror.

The Forbidden Forest, a habitat created by Godric Gryffindor and Helga Hufflepuff for the native creatures that lived in the land Hogwarts was built upon.

Instead of Salazar and Rowena's suggestion of purging the land, the other founders had resolved the issue peacefully, and provided an oasis to call their own.

The portrait of Hufflepuff had told him that, after he had found her stashed away in a dark corner of the castle the year before.

He had offered to give her to Professor Flitwick, but she refused.

The Grey Lady vanished after he told her about the portrait, and the castle was in confusion and discussion for many nights.

So many people, students, teachers, and spirits had searched the castle, but none had found her.

She had passed on finally.

It was funny what one thinks of when they face death, Harry would have laughed at the thought, but his humor had left him dry and alone. As the forest cast it's menacing gloom towards him, Harry thought and debated about his options.

No matter how much his conscience and others told him to defeat Voldemort, that it was his destiny...

Harry didn't want to die. There were so many things he had wanted to do, to see and experience...

He wanted to run from here, never return, and leave Britain to it's fate... but his friends wouldn't follow him, they wouldn't leave.

They were determined to finish what had started in '81, they were so much braver than him, and they'd probably die because of that same bravado.

He also figured he wouldn't get far, and Voldemort would come for, hunt him down until his final breath.

He couldn't allow that.

Harry doubted he would be enough to finish off Voldemort, he only had the knowledge of six years of Hogwarts, he was a student with almost no combat training whatsoever.

He knew someone else would get what rightfully belonged to him, the revenge that Voldemort owned him.

Knowing all he did, Harry decided to do all he could and quit, give up on those that hid things from him, and tried to control him.

Many would question his beliefs, but none would understand why he had walked into the forest that day, why he would forfeit his life to appease a madman. In truth, Harry had grown to hate his sad excuse for a life.

He had no control over it, he never did. he always had someone watching him, controlling him, restricting him.

He never got any choice in anything, from his lifestyle, to what he did. Then... there was the Wizarding world.

His world was conflicted about him, as one moment they'd cherish him, and the next hate him.

He had put up with those sheeple for years, and he'd had enough of their turncoat nature.

Seven years of their torment and attention would make anyone give up on the people that ostriched him in such a way, made him feel like a monster, and left expectations he could never hope to fulfill.

Finally making his choice, Harry walked straight to the Forbidden Forest, and ignored his friends when they called for him, tried to make him see reason. Their reason was vastly different from his.

After a few minutes into his trek, two Death-Eaters found him wandering and brought him to Voldemort's clearing. In his last moments, Harry James Potter stared Tom Marvolo Riddle down, his quietness and his acceptance of his fate shocking even the Dark Lord.

Death-Eaters and Hogwarts captives alike looked on with interest, and fear. Neither of the two spoke, a quiet confrontation passing between them. Green eyes burned into Red, and both were blinded by Riddle's spell.

Harry fell to the grassy ground seconds later, the life quickly leaving him feeling deathly empty...

The last thing he heard from the world, was Riddle's sharp, gloating laugh.

"Sooo... you're finally here." A deep voice spoke out in the curious darkness, making Harry rise from within himself, his consciousness rearing it's head.

Harry opened his emerald eyes and noticed that he was inside of some building, a office room by the looks of it.

The wallpaper was a dark burgundy-red, with faded silver stripes streaking down them, touching down onto the black carpeting.

The room was dimly lit with antique gas lamps that gave off a warm orange glow, that both reassured Harry, and unnerved him.

The room was furnished nicely with many plush items, but kept an overall sense of professionalism.

Harry was seated in a comfortable plaid-layered arm chair, facing off against a odd, tall man.

The man looked to be in his mid-30's, and had a full head of dark black hair which trailed down his neck, the tips standing up in a pointed mane.

The man's skin was chalk white, not unlike a bleached skull, and would have made Harry think he sat in front of a statue, if the man hadn't spoke.

The man's inquisitive eyes were glazed over gold, similar to a decades old, beaten snitch.

On the man's frame, was a dark gray suit with various red accents on it, a black tie hanging loosely from his throat.

"Where am I?" Harry struggled to say as his mouth was bone dry, making his voice come out ragged and cracked.

His head wasn't much better, as he had a headache blistering throughout his temples, though thankfully it didn't come from his scar.

"Where do you think you are Mister Potter?" The strange man asked, his tone almost amused at Harry's confusion, his almost pointed grin reaching to his stretched cheekbones.

Harry thought more about had happened, and remembered his death, though most of his attention was focused on the man's sharp grin.

"Heaven..." Harry guessed seconds later, his eyes slightly squinted in fear. Though he hadn't had time to focus much on religion throughout his life, he had to hope. Hope for something, a chance.

"Guess again." The man said, his smile growing impossibly larger, reminding Harry much of a cat he had seen in an illustration a long time ago in one of Hermione's muggle books, something about it turning invisible.

"H-hell?" Harry stuttered out, shocked beyond belief as his entire life flashed before his eyes.. What have I done worthy enough of hell?!

"You are correct Mister Potter, though I'm sure you have questions. Ask them." The man asked, while slightly relaxing back in his tall black leather seat. With the patient manner the man used, Harry figured the man did this often.

"Are you...?"

"Yes, I am the Devil, The Fallen Angel, Abaddon, The Father of Sin, He-who-lives-below, The Man Downstairs, The East, The Dark Spirit, The Great Darkness, Hades, Pluto, The Old Serpent, Satan, Lucifer, Ichabon, The Accuser, The Betrayer, The Beautiful, Beelzebub, The Prince of Darkness, The True Sin, The Son of Perdition, The Wicked One, The-"

"Gloater," Harry spouted out, before he caught himself quickly. Oh shit... He thought before gulping down what saliva he had left, which wasn't much at all.

"That's actually correct... I like you Harry Potter, you had the balls to insult the Devil, I chose correctly." The Devil said with a dark grin, his eyes gaining a glowing gaze that covered his surprise.

"What do you mean... Lucifer?" Harry asked, wondering if he could refer to him by the name.

From his history in the muggle world, Harry had heard the Christian name more than others, but he had heard the name Gloater mentioned in the Dursley house.

"The name's alright, I've heard it for centuries from Christians when they're not calling me Satan and yelling at me... When I said I chose, I mean I chose you. I decided to trade 'God' a soul, in exchange for yours." Lucifer said with evident annoyance, leaving no doubt in Harry's mind that Lucifer and the other entity didn't get along, just as the story went.

"You see Harry, I reaped a soul not too long ago, which The Great Ol' Mighty Lord wanted badly. I decided to hold onto that soul until you died, because I... saw your potential. You were meant to go to "Heaven" with the other folks, your family of course, but I wanted you... God wanted Albus 'Too many names' Dumbledore to go to Heaven for his 'good deeds''.

''But he went to Hell for his bad ones, right into my hand. Quick as I could, I traded him the fool's soul, for yours." Lucifer said in a lengthy manner, though he said it in a way that made it seem like he'd done a wonderful and cunning feat.

"Why? Why would you do this? Why me?" Harry asked breathlessly, his mind racing in his wonder for why Lucifer would want him to suffer for nothing. Just to one up God perhaps?

"Because I need you. This world, sucks utter ass. It was more enjoyable back in the Greeks and Romans time, as I had followers to worship me, give me offerings... But all I have now-and-days are freaks that give me slaughtered goats. I know I used one as a form sometimes.''

''But don't want fucking goats! Why don't they get it...? It's always goats... or virgins... " Lucifer said in a loud tirade, before trailing off his explanation in deep thought. After several moments, he realized himself and turned back to Harry.

"Look, I barely have any say in things, and my only playing card left is Riddle. He falls, and I'm out of the game. I gave him time, even though he's tried to escape me, I gave him a chance. He's a damn failure, and I can't rely on him. Harry, I pity you, you've suffered, you're endured, and you've been betrayed and lied too, and it breaks what heart I have left. I've been there, and lived it so many times over."

Lucifer said in a broken and grim tone, his eyes going empty for a few seconds, just looking into nothing.

When Harry let out a cough however, the man returned his attention to him.

"Now then... you don't have to believe me, I mean I am Satan, but I know a lot of things about your "friends. Things I think you'd like to hear." Lucifer explained in a low tone, his hands raising to form air quotes when he said friends. Harry just gulped at the thought of what the man could mean.

"Like what?" Harry asked, not wanting to interrupt the man that could doom him to eternal punishment, but his curiosity and fear fought off his logic.

"Like how most of your friends were either bribed or bargained into being your friends, or how Dumbledore wanted you to die by Voldemort, so he could take all the credit... Weasley was only in it for money and fame, and Granger wanted all of your vault books, along with a shot at 'Mistress of Magic.''

''She took more to persuade in the end, but Weasley signed on back in 1991. Just to tell ya, the werewolf and the mutt were innocent, so don't think they had anything to do with it. The rest of them kept this secret from you, as they considered it necessary for Dumbledore's 'greater good' scheme." Lucifer explained, his story racing by as the revelations hit Harry, one by one. Lucifer watched him, before dropping the bombshell.

"Oh, yeah, you know that girl of yours Harry? Ginevra?"

"Yeah..." Harry responded, not sure whether he wanted to hear what this truth would be.

Overall, he was heartbroken about the betrayals, though he had been theorizing about the actions of those he called friends and family. It was only the news of Remus and Sirius being innocent that kept him from breaking into tears.

"Well... you don't love her. The red bitch woman known as Molly Weasley drugged you to love her child, so that once you died, your demonic ginger spawn would get everything.''

''That bitch was planning things out from the start, forged herself this half assed contract and all... By the way, her plan worked, you're a daddy!" Lucifer said, yelling out the last bit as if it was something to celebrate, though there was still an angry shade in the man's eyes.

Oh bloody-... that bitch! Harry screamed out in his mind, every moment he'd spent with the wench now flying through his memory, the pieces coming together. He'd been played.

"There, there Harry, everyone has children they don't like, even me. Anty hasn't called me in centuries." Lucifer said, no longer gloating, but now showing honest pity and a bit of shame.

"The last time I saw him, he was working as a fashion designer in New York, making 'trendy' and 'fashionable' clothes for young people."

Sympathy, from the Devil, how ironic.

"My life... is fucked then, isn't it?" Harry asked in a shaky voice, as he started to break down from the stress and realization of everything. He was cracking.

"It's been fucked since the beginning Harry, but that's why you're here. I need someone to help put things back in my control, you need help putting your life back together. I want you to help me, and in return I will give you the ideal life, but it won't be easy. It will take time and effort, of which you'll face great challenge and danger.''

''I will send you back in time to a point of your choosing, in order to "re-do" things in a sense, as long as you help me in the process. I'll give you four choices, see that? God would only give you one..."

Lucifer said in a jovial mood, obviously trying to convince Harry that he was better.

He found it amazing that the man could jump from emotions like that, though he figured something was wrong with him.

"Choice number one, I bring you right back to life, so you can finish off Voldemort, and get revenge. I heavily advise you not to choose number one though, as you will be killed or be left to rot in Azkaban after Voldy dies.

Number two, I'll send you back to 1991 to attempt to redo things, which might be a bit hard for you, and probably take you awhile, but you might be able to fix everything.

Number Three, I'll send you to 1971, so that you can train and help your parents to be ready for that Halloween, and survive. Kind of boring in my opinion and they might cramp your style a bit, but hey, family matters after all.

Number four! I'll let you run and stomp all over history, going wherever and whenever you want, do whatever! You wanna kill Hitler? Bring him on! You wanna stop America from happening? Let's go kill some Yankees! You wanna kill every single figure of authority in the world, and plunge it into to anarchy? Viva La Anarchy! I'm giving you the keys here Harry, which car do you wanna drive?!"

Lucifer said, extremely excited and loud, with an intense glare in his eyes, which kind of scared Harry. The man reminded Harry much of a child, though he figured the man was almost always like that.

"I... need to think about this." Harry said, debating about what he wanted. He didn't know really, as his entire life and memories had been shifted.

He didn't even know who he was anymore, as that life had been the product of a manipulative old man.

"I thought so... well, I'll have an imp escort you to a place to stay. Get some sleep. Think on it a little." Lucifer said, slightly disappointed, his face drooping down.

Harry swore he saw a small tear drop from the man's eye, which didn't make him very confident about the man. What kind of person cries at the thought of not committing genocide?

"I will... thank you." Harry sincerely said, before following an imp out of the room as quick as he could.

I'm trusting this guy? He thought as his mind raced.

Harry was intrigued by Hell, it wasn't anything like he'd been told. He expected fire, screaming, death, demons, and things like that, but... it was a bit disappointing to be honest. It looked a little bit like Earth, but different.

It had a sky, and buildings, among other things... But everything was off. The sky was black, as if it was stuck in constant night,

The buildings and architectural features of Hell were all made out of this same black metal that reflected what moon light there was.

There were red clouds framing the sky, only deeming to make the golden moon shine and burn through the sky, casting orange light across Hell.

The scarlet clouds shook every so often, raining dark ash across the land, blanketing everything in a black haze. Though the main thing Harry realized, was that the place was scorching, unbearably hot.

Well... guess Hell being inside the Earth is wrong. Harry thought to himself as he attempted to not get covered in the wet ash, only to realize that the heat instantly burned the ash, causing it to crumble off his clothes in clumps.

Harry then realized that he wasn't wearing his old clothes, but a simple dark-grey Tee shirt, obsidian-black skinny jeans, and wine-red lined sneakers.

He had been on guard and watching for any demonic beasts that could have showed up, but besides the imp, he hadn't seen anything, except...

He had noticed the "people" that walked asphalt-paved streets. Each and every one of them was unrealistically beautiful, and dressed to match in stunning clothing.

Once he saw them he couldn't take his eyes off of the women, who seemed to encourage his gaze, sending winks and other gestures towards him.

Before he could walk towards them, he felt a strong pull on his shirt, and found his attention being drawn back to his short guide.

"Succubuses kid, ya gotta be careful 'round here." The Imp said in a bark, before leading him down a different street than the one they had been on, and away from the crowd.

"What's a Succubus?" Harry asked childishly, as his knowledge of 'demons' stopped at Dementors.

Despite the warning, he still found eyes trailing towards them, but kept resisting them.

"See all those pretty ladies over there?" The Imp asked him, pointing an arm in the direction they'd come from, Harry nodding at the question.

"Well, they are Succubuses, or Succubi, somethin' like that. They'd want to sleep wit' ya, and then suck your soul right out ya cock." The Imp said vulgarly with a deep chuckle, as he stopped in front of a long, three story building.

A giant neon sign of a cartoonish demon read 'The Underworldly Hotel.

"We're here." The Imp simply said before leading Harry into the building, revealing a beautifully made up lobby, with a curly haired skeleton manning the front desk.

The Imp led Harry into a simple elevator, and pressed his finger against the wall, which revealed a hidden button that wasn't there before.

As the elevator kicked to life, creepy, eerie music began to play. Over and over, the song spoke of scary skeletons, or something like that, but Harry was far too withdrawn into his own mind to notice something like that.

Once it reached a floor that went farther up than the building should have allowed, the doors shot wide open, allowing them to continue Imp showed Harry down a long hallway, which seemed to go on for miles.

The wall were a slight yellowy color, and had a faded floral print on them which didn't really fit with the carpeting. The carpet was orange, and had strange octagonal shapes on it that patterned back and forth.

Harry could have sworn he saw a squeaking sound bouncing throughout the halls as they walked, but he only spared a single thought on it. They walked past several doors before they reached a solid black door, with a gold plate on it. The number on it, was red with an elegant black font. Room 13

"You're lucky kid, old Lucy gave ya a special room. Other ones being 11 and 17." The Imp added for some reason, but it seemed to find humor in it.

I wonder how "Lucy" would react to his minions disrespecting him like that? He'd probably kill them...

Harry thought to himself, as he pictured the man's reaction.

"Well, aren't ya gonna go in?" The Imp said, before pushing Harry into the room, rudely he might add.

Harry shoved aside his hesitation and stepped inside the ominous room. Room 13 was amazing, at least to Harry.

It was larger than the entire first floor of Number 4 on Privet Drive, and much taller.

It was a single room plan, much like a standard hotel room, despite the fact he had only seen hotels through the television.

In the middle of the room was a large bed, decked in dark red and black coverings, and a mountain of pillows. Off to a corner, was a personal kitchen, stocked with appliances and food.

A huge bathroom stood through the only other door in the room, and appeared to be luxurious with it's tube.

To Harry's immense surprise, the room was filled with a large variety of Muggle-made things.

A large television hung on a wall, some kind of small oven sat atop a counter top, a air conditioner was latched on another wall, and a weird-flat computer by the looks of it was laid on a black, oak desk.

Overall, Harry liked the room immensely, but he definitely didn't want to stay there longer than he had too. It seemed... too perfect, though he was paranoid.

With the paranoia, was a regular argument going back and forth in his mind.

I have to get back and defeat Voldemort...

I...don't have to go back.

Do I?

No... I don't... But...

But nothing, we're done. We can move on...

After he fought with himself for close to an hour, Harry decided to simply sleep on it. He slipped off his trainers, and placed his new glasses on a glass side table that seemed to pop up out of nowhere.

Well... time for nightmares... Harry thought before slipping into the peaceful darkness, not having a single ruined dream.

"My Lord, what is on your mind?" A pudgy demon that served as Lucifer's adviser and butler asked from the marble doorway, his look directed firmly on Lucifer, who lounged uncomfortably on his throne.

"I'm worrying about this Harry. I know he has the potential to become what we need him to be, but I don't believe he's going to be willing to. He's different from the others, too much like the original... " Lucifer pondered, wondering about his would-be protege.

"I wouldn't advise it my lord, there's a strong chance he'll reject you too, and run to... Know-know-who... " The Adviser said timidly, hoping his Lord wouldn't punish him, and would just get rid of the boy, as he didn't like any of Lucifer's 'Chosen.'

"You might be right, but something must be done. I won't feel right if I don't help, and there's no one to help him. Elohim will just keep him trapped, and that boy doesn't do well with confinement.''

''Besides, no way in Hell am I letting him pamper Dumbledore while Harry suffers unfairly... We've already lost one,

I won't let another slip through my grasp." Lucifer said, his stance tough and rigid as he thought on his problem and the past. He then rested his jaw on his hands, and just sat there for several moments.

His issues weren't going to be simple to fix, and he still had much to do that night, even though it would never end in Hell, he still kept track. After taking a breath, he turned to the shaking demon, and let out a single command.

"You shall wake him in the morning, breakfast in hand. Anything he needs, you will give him. Have I made myself clear?'' Lucifer asked, voice rumbling loudly in the throne room, the tone freezing the adviser to the bone.

"Of course my Lord, of course." The Adviser said stiffly, as he scampered from the room in fear and frustration.

I can't believe this! Serving the Devil's Pet! The Adviser thought as he stalked away from the throne room.

There must be something I can do about this! I could... The adviser thought, before facing the facts. His lord wouldn't stand for another betrayal, and would likely destroy him for his insolence.

With that, the demon walked off, his thoughts dwelling on a question.

What makes Harry Potter so special?