prologue
He couldn't do it anymore, the stress was finally getting to him. The boy was only fourteen and had to not only be a triwizard champion, but the chosen one of the wizarding world, with a family is so abusive he'd rather be homeless. Last year he actually succeeded to run away but the headmaster of hogwarts school of witchcraft and Wizardry, Dumbledor, decided it would be an amazing idea if he should just stay with that same abusive family.
He did have other family members that his parents actually trusted to leave him with if they died. Remus and Sirius. But of course that would be to perfect so he had to put them both on house arrest cutting any form of contact and communication between them and Hadrian. Not only that but he had just found out that his friends Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger were not his friends and instead fake ass hoes that only stayed mates with him because of his money and fame.
So because of this and more reasons, the boy everyone knew as kind, calm person on the outside has decided to kill himself not even giving a shit what this would mean for the the entire wizarding world. He was tired of people keeping secrets about from him. Hiding his ancestry, family and the truth about who he really was from him.
The boy who lived was no more than a tittle given to him doing fuck all and losing both his parents when he was a baby. Knowing this new information now he went through with his plan and was now dead. But this was not the afterlife he grew up hearing about. No this was something completely different. He woke up back in his small bedroom in the Dursleys house again. What the fuck am I doing here? I thought I died man. He says in his head.
"Hello Hadrian James Alejandro Potter Pevrall,"
Hadrian immediately looked up towards were the sound was coming from. Almost jumping out of his bed fully prepared to to attack who ever it was, a thick cloud of dark smoke or mist he couldn't really see tell without his glasses. Piercing crimson eyes that looked like it would him if he dared to move so much as a muscle and no mouth looked down back to Hadrian.
"Who the fuck are you!" He aggressively whispered to the figure of shadows. Looking at it with his hands running in his hair, but getting stuck in tangles.
"I am death, not to to confuse me with the reaper or hades however you will be meeting him soon, I am just simply death in a form you can understand better. And you," said the entity with a long thin line of smoke that hit the very middle of Hadrian's chest before continuing, "are my master!".
Then with that the entity disappeared, vanished without a single trace. The feeling of being awoken then hit potter as he groggily got up from his bed walking to the bathroom to take a shower and shit your ment to do, until he got a glimpse of himself in the mirror resting on the wall of upstairs toilet.
no. NO! He was back. Somehow he was back at the beginning of his fourth year. I'm not about to do this absolute shit again. He thought wiping his hands on his face dragging them down.
What was he ment to do. He for sure wasn't about to be at the Dursleys house in his small ass bedroom, awaiting for the most manipulative people he knew to arrive and bring him to a quidditch match that would end in absolute chaos. Wait I could just run away again. Yes that was it. He would run away once more this time not going to Diogon Alley but one of his familial homes. That was if they even existed.
So with this he got changed into some random baggy black ripped jeans a white tank top because it was hot and a hoodie so he could hide himself from people. First stop, Gringotts bank.