Back to the Future Past

Harry Potter and Death traveled back in time, and their first stop was at the wizarding bank to enlist the help of the goblins.

“Our first stop: Gringotts! After you, Master,” Death declared, transporting them to the bank's entrance and dramatically holding the door open for his Master. Harry couldn't help snickering.

“Lord Pluto has graced us with his presence!” A goblin exclaimed, causing everyone to halt in their tracks and bow as Death walked through the doors after Harry.

“Uh, Death?” Harry said, feeling uneasy.

“Goblins, I appreciate your warm welcome. However, I am only here to assist my Master in the foreseeable future. The Master of Death requires an undisclosed business with your kind.” Death explained.

“Right away, Lord Pluto. I am Bogrod. We are very honored to conduct business with you and the Master of Death.” The senior goblin, Bogrod, replied.

“Excellent, Bogrod! Shall we?” Death offered his arm to Harry before following the senior goblin.

Bogrod proposed an inheritance test for the Master of Death before they proceed.

Name: Harry James Potter

Born: July 31st 1980
Died: October 31st 1981
Died: June 15th 1994
Died: May 2nd 1998

Parents: James Fleamont Potter & Lily Jane Potter née Evans
Godparents: Sirius Orion Black & Alice Charlotte Longbottom née Fortescue

Major Inheritance:
Potter Manor
Godric's Hollow
12 Grimmauld Place
Peverell Manor
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Potter Seats Wizengamot
Black Seats Wizengamot
Peverell Seats Wizengamot

Vaults:
Vault 687, Potter Family Vault
Vault 711, Black Family Vault
Vault 263, Lily Potter's Trust Fund(n/a)
Vault 938, Peverell Vault

Titles:
Master of Death,
Lord Potter(currently occupied by Lord Fleamont Potter),
Lord Black(currently occupied by Lord Arcturus Black),
Lord Peverell,
Lord Slytherin,
Lord Gryffindor

Marriage Contract:
Peverell-Prince Betrothal Contract (1754)

As Harry stared at the parchment in his hand, the words on it seemed to blur and dance before his eyes. He had never expected the inheritance test to reveal such a significant history about himself. Death, unabashedly reveling in mayhem unfolding before his eyes, nudged him with a wicked grin. “This looks promising, Master!” He exclaimed, clearly enjoying the situation.

Harry was speechless. The test had revealed a betrothal contract with someone from the Prince bloodline, and his thoughts immediately wandered to a particular potions book and its half-blood owner.

“Death, I'm not sure this is a good idea,” Harry said, his mind racing. Suddenly, the atmosphere inside the goblin's office became thick with tension and Death's playful demeanor disappeared in an instant.

Turning to the senior goblin, Death inquired, “Bogrod, if the Master of Death were to take up the title of Lord Peverell today, would this betrothal contract be activated?”

Bogrod bowed his head respectfully. “Yes, my Lord. However, I must inform you that the current Lord Prince is married, and the sole heiress was disowned ten years ago for eloping with a muggle. Consequently, there is no eligible Prince to fulfill the betrothal contract.”

Apparently, Death was not so easily deterred. “Does the disowned heiress of the Prince happen to have any magical children? Perhaps Gringotts can produce a copy of the birth records?”

Bogrod considered this for a moment before responding. “Yes, I believe we do have such records. Gringotts does not disclose personal information about its clients. But for you, Lord Pluto, we will make an exception to aid you and the Master of Death.”

A flicker of gratitude passed over Death's face as he smiled approvingly at the senior goblin. Bogrod bowed again before making a swift exit from the office.

As the door closed behind him, Harry could not help but feel a sense of unease. He knew that Death was always up to something, and he could only hope that this particular scheme would not end in a disaster.

Death turned his attention to Harry, who had fallen silent, lost in thought. “If they were to uncover Severus Snape's birth certificate, you would have to make a decision regarding the unclaimed Lordships,” He said, his voice calm and measured.

“Why? If it really is Snape, wouldn't this be forcing him into something he wouldn't want to do? This is marriage we're talking about, Death!” Harry raised his voice, his frustration evident.

“No one is forcing anyone into anything, Master. This is simply a betrothal contract, not marriage,” Death replied, his tone soothing. “If you do become a Lord thrice over, we can use the betrothal contract to persuade Lord Prince to reinstate his disowned child and accept Severus as his heir. You saw what Severus went through in his childhood. You know of the abuse he suffered at his father's hands, the bullying he endured at Hogwarts, and the ridicule he faced for his friendship with your mother.”

Harry felt a pang of guilt and empathy wash over him as Death continued. “Do you really want Severus to suffer again when you have the power to prevent it? You said you wanted to make things right, well, here is your chance. And don't try to fool me, Master. I know what you truly desire. You want Severus, don't you?"

Death threw Harry off with his accusation, and true enough, his Master couldn't look him in the eyes. The man couldn't deny the intense connection that he felt towards Severus, even if their relationship is one fraught with bitterness and misunderstandings.

"But, what if he doesn't want me? What if he hates me?" Harry asked, his voice insecure and barely above a whisper.

“Then we will cross that bridge when we come to that. But I have a feeling that Severus might surprise you," Death replied, a hint of amusement in his tone.

Harry took a deep breath, his resolve hardening. “I'll do it then,” He said, his voice determined. “I'll become Lord Peverell, and I'll use the betrothal contract to give Snape the life he deserves.”

Death nodded approvingly, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “Good,” He said simply.