*Twisted 28*

A minor twist on Reptila 28 time travel challenge, Instead of Hermione Being Harry's Soul mate it is Pansy Parkinson.

The rest happens the Same Lets see how Harry deals with this.

Chapter 1. The final battle

Harry stood before his life's nemesis, looking in the face of pure evil. He would not raise his wand; he would take it for the team. Voldemort had to kill his own Horcrux; He would put in his two Galleons.

"I'm Here Tommy." Harry stared into the bright red eyes of Tom Riddle. "Hers your chance, one free shot on the boy whose life you destroyed."

Harry stood tall, his body beaten in battle, dirty tired emaciated from months with little food or any nutrition.

The hate in Voldemort's eyes was undeniable; He raised his wand to the boy.

"AVADA-KADAVRA"

The green light of death screamed toward Harry, and hit him in the chest full force.

Harry was falling for what seemed forever. He landed in a room, but not a room, it was a place that seemed to have walls but when he touched them his hand past through. Everything was white with no shadow at all, yet everything was clearly defined.

Harry stood His glasses were gone yet he could see perfectly, there was not a sound not even the ringing in his ears from the battle.

Time seemed nonexistent; He stood just thinking I'm Dead, now they can kill that Bastard.

At that moment, he heard a very angry woman's voice. "Thirteen Times!" The voice shouted, "Thirteen times and you still can't get it right!" Harry turned and saw a woman maybe twenty-five years old with long blond no white hair in flowing black robes, she was beautiful but the fire in her eyes was what caught his attention. "You really like making my existence hell don't you?" She looked at his confused expression. "NO DON"T ANSWER THAT!" She let out an exasperated sigh. "You don't remember I know."

Harry finally said something that just meant he truly had no understanding.

"What the bloody hell are you talking about, and who the hell are you?"

The woman looked at Harry, and threw up her hands in frustration.

"Follow me." She turned and started walking, Harry stood there looking at her. "Come on, Come on, I'll explain everything.

I am Bridgette your death coordinator. You are here far too early again. This is going to be your last chance to get it right."

Harry following along like a lost puppy was still confused. "What are you talking about; I've never been here before."

They reached the door to an office and she ushered him in. The office was sparse with what appeared to be multiple television sets all around the room in the most haphazard fashion. Each set was tuned in on a different person; they seemed to set on pause, as none of them was moving.

Harry's eyes were flying over the sets. They were all his friends, some just hanging in mid air, others with a spell hitting them. It looked like the battle was on and they were just stuck in time.

"What the Hell is all this?" Harry said, as he looked at all his friends.

She looked at Harry with a grin. "Well we stopped time until we figure out what we are going to do with you."

She sat back rubbing her temples pulled out a bottle that looked like fire whiskey and took a drink straight from the bottle. Then turned again to Harry. "You are the biggest headache since your how ever many times great grandfather Arthur Pendragon, put me through this, and he only died nine times. You on the other have to max out your chances."

The woman pulled out a large file folder that had papers sticking out everywhere.

"I can't blame you for the first four times. Two at the hands of your Uncle Vernon, and one each for those other two accursed Dursley's! Damn Manipulative old coot sending you there, No he had start fouling things up right off the bat." Then she was muttering something Harry could not understand.

"What old coot, are you talking about?" Harry was beginning to get angry at the whole situation.

She looked at him as if he had lost his mind. "The wizard behind all your suffering childhood, the one who orchestrated your entire life, Albus Dumb bell dork! He cast the Fidelius Charm on your parent's home. He saw to it Sirius Black went to Azkaban Prison with out trial. Dumped you on the Dursley's front step in the middle of the night on November First…a fifteen-month-old baby, which just started walking in only a blanket. Need I go on?" She got angry again. "Don't even get me started on those three weasels, along with him. Molly, Ginny and Ronald. Molly the potion queen, Ginny the ultimate fan girl, president of your fan club, and last but most assuredly not least Ronald Bilious the lazy good for nothing just there to slow you down and keep you malleable to Dumbles expectations, all on Dumbledore's pay roll. Marriage contracts, tuition to Hogwarts for her last two children and a five thousand galleon a year stipend out of your vaults."

Harry was getting the picture now and anger was not even, close to how he was feeling.

"Ok, so what happens now? Whom can I trust? As if it matters I'm dead now."

Bridgette had her first smile. "It matters, your going back. We just need to decide when. It must be at one of your deaths. If I had to choose it would be your forth year when the dragon mangled you. That was a lot of fun to put back together let me tell you! Just do me one favor, if it is then…ask Pansy to the Yule Ball. You are both under marriage contracts; a soul bond trumps all of them. When the Ball ends Kiss her good night, and for heavens sake have a good time, do not sit there sulking. Once you have Pansy by your side you will start to unite the houses in Hogwarts. There of course will be resistance, Draco and Ronald most of all."

Harry had a look of horror on his Face. "P..P..Pansy a..a,as in Parkinson?" Harry shook his head and dropped it into his hands. "You have to be kidding me!" Bridgette Laughed. "Well she is here she was also killed in the battle. Why don't we get her in here and talk to her."