Chapter 1
It was an hour after the war, an hour after since Harry Potter the chosen one killed Voldemort the dark lord…the sky was clear and sunny, he could hear cheering and sobbing from far away. It was finally over. Everyone was celebrating and grieving. everyone except for Harry. Harry was standing at the spot he died not even a few hours ago, he felt an ache in his chest, without even thinking Harry’s hand goes to the lightening scar on his forehead.
It was a deep longing in Harry’s chest, he felt like something or someone is missing, he slides his hands into his hair and tugs on his hair in annoyance.. he doesn’t understand why he feels like this, why he feels like he’s grieving Voldemort, it makes him physically ill thinking about it. how could he be grieving Voldemort the man that killed his parents, the man who killed probably thousands..and here was Harry grieving for that awful snake of a man. But Harry couldn’t help but miss the connection he could feel when the man was alive, he misses the pain in his scar whenever the man was near, Harry rolls his eyes and groans..his friends would be disgusted to hear his thoughts.
Suddenly Harry feels someone watching him, he turns around with his wand in his hand but he freezes up when he sees who’s there. It’s death, Harry could feel the coldness coming off of death. It’s staring at Harry fondly, Harry frowns in confusion. “Hello?” Harry looks uncertain when he talks, he doesn’t understand what’s happening. He feels like he’s going insane. But death smiles fondly “hello young master”
Harry raises his eyebrow and he narrows his eyes “what?”
Death chuckles softly. It’s sounds weird coming from it. Death wasn’t really a being, it was real but it didn’t show it self often. Death looks more like black fog with black glowing eyes. “You’re the master of death. The master of me. I’m only here to help little one”
Harry stares at death and he frowns. Harry has never been good at trusting people. Especially now that he knows everything that Dumbledore did for the greater good. “Help me?” Harry ask curiously but he keeps his guard up.
”I’m here to help you get revenge. People have hurt, controlled and abused you. I can help you only if you let me” death explains softly. Death voice was deep but comforting
Harry looks away from death and he narrows his eyes. Harry stares at the place where Voldemort killed him in this forest only a few hours ago. But Harry doesn’t feel mad at Voldemort, no Harry is mad at Dumbledore. Voldemort was insane but Dumbledore wasn’t. Dumbledore planed his death and Dumbledore let a bunch of children fight in a war. All Harry could feel is hatred and rage towards Dumbledore.
“how can you help me? Dumbledore is already dead.” Harry ask through clenched teeth. Harry wants to rip Dumbledore apart.
death steps closer to Harry and it holds out it’s skeleton hand with black fog all around it. “I’ll travel you back in time to 1943, when Voldemort is only 16 years old. I’ll make sure you have a fake identity when I teleport you there, young master.”
Harry stays silent for a couple moments. Just staring at death’s hand. If he accepts, he won’t be Harry Potter anymore. He won’t be the chosen one. It’s sounds perfect..Harry smirks and grabs death's hand
“I accept your help.” Harry said before everything goes black…