Hello people, so yeah I'm back. So its been awhile, sorry about that. I know you weren't really expecting a new story when I came back but I figured that its been so long I should try something new. I've had a few ideas for a crossover story like this for awhile and I decided it was time to come back and try it out. A few things about this story before you read it. This is not your typical crossover. I know, I know, not an original saying. You've probably read that over a thousand times, but this time its true. This story is not about demi-gods going to Hogwarts to protect the Golden Trio, or Percy being old Voldemort's grandson, or even Percy and Harry being related. Nope, this story is completely out of the box different. At least I hope it is. So once again, I'm back and yeah thanks.

Disclaimer: I own nothing all characters belong to the wonderful J.K. Rowling and the amazing Rick Riordan.

Chapter 1-We Die and Come Back

He remembered dying.

He'd been fighting Death Eaters when it happened, they were trying to take Hogwarts - something that had never been possible, even during seven years of war. He'd been ambushed. Thirteen to one, hardly a fair fight. He hadn't given up, he would never give up, but they were winning. He knew he couldn't let them get past him, he couldn't let them win. He'd fired a curse at one of the pillars, it hit, and the ceiling came down. He hadn't gotten away. Everything went black.

It wasn't scary like you would think it would be, dying that is, almost like greeting an old friend. It was almost as if he was floating, suspended in mid-air with no broom to hold him up. There was an odd feeling to it as well, not uncomfortable like apparition, more like he was wrapped in a blanket made of water.

It was quieter here then when he was alive. No screams from across the battle field, no explosions from misguided curses, no one barking orders...nothing. All he could here was the sound of his own breathing...

But he shouldn't be breathing, the dead don't breath. He shouldn't be able to feel his heart still beating in he chest, while it was beating slower than normal, it shouldn't have been beating at all. He was dead. The dead don't breath and they don't have beating hearts. That's why they're dead. He should be in the after life with everyone else who had died fighting that psychotic megalomaniac and his power crazed followers.

So why was he here? And where was here?

He was dead, he had to be. No one could have survived that explosion, not even with his weak attempt at a shielding charm. What was happening? He had died, he knew he died. Maybe if he were to open his eyes...

Your not dead yet...not completely.

His eyes snapped open at the sound of the voice, only to be met with a blaring whiteness that seemed to go on forever. Nothing else, no floor, no ceiling, no nothing. Just an endless white void. He tried to sit up, but considering there was nothing around him, he couldn't figure out which way 'up' was. If there even was one.

Was this what death was like?

The disembodied voice chuckled, Mr. Potter if you would please hold still for a moment so that I may tell you why your here.

Harry froze, he didn't remember introducing himself, he didn't remember saying anything. Never mind the fact that he was famous and nearly every wizard on the planet knew his name. That shouldn't matter here, he was dead, there was no way for this...voice to know who he was.

Oh but I do , I've been watching you ever since you destroyed Tom Riddle as a child. You have the makings of a great wizard in you and that of an even greater man. I'm here to help you, to give you a second chance at life. Another chance to destroy the man who took so many lives.

Harry didn't know what to do. The offer was tempting, a chance to redo everything that had gone wrong in his life, save those that he couldn't and bring justice to a world that no one else could. But he still remembered the advice he had been given in his second year. Someone had nearly been killed because they hadn't followed it and he wasn't about to make the same mistake, and despite how it made him feel more then just a bit insane, he opened his mouth and spoke into the blankness.

"A wise man once told me not to trust anything that can think for itself if you can't see where it keeps its brain," the responding laugh he got in reply to was rich and deep and unmistakably male. It seemed to echo all around him bouncing off the nonexistent walls and off into the unknown.

He could practically hear the smile when the voice spoke next. Quite right, the voice sounded highly amused with by all of this, you should never trust something that you cannot see. So why don't we continue this conversation...

The voice disappeared and then Harry was no longer floating, but sitting. A stark white chair beneath him, a coffee table floating just a few feet ahead filled to the brim with sandwich platters, biscuits, and a tea set. A couch the same color as his chair floated on the other side of the table. A man who looked to be in his early thirties sat upon it. He wore an elegant black suit with a red undershirt and a black silk tie. His long back hair was tied back with a blood red ribbon. He was the epitome of an up and coming business man. The only thing that seemed out of place would be his barefeet.

"Over a cup of tea?" Two tea cups floated up from the coffee table along with the teapot. The pot poured itself and the two cups floated away, one landing in Harry's lap and the other stopping in the air next to the man. The man plucked it from the air along with a biscuit that had all but jumped into his awaiting palm.

The man smiled at him,"I hope your a fan of peppermint," he offered the biscuit plate to Harry who made no move to take one,"it is my favorite."

Harry said nothing. He just continued to stare at the man sitting in front of him. The man simply sighed at Harry's guarded expression and returned the plate to the table. He lent forward a bit in his seat, propping his elbows on his knees while his tea went to float by his side.

"Now I'm sure you have quite a few questions bouncing around in your head. Go ahead and ask. I will try to answer you as honestly as I can," the man gestured towards Harry, coal black eyes staring at him so intently he thought he may burst into flames.

This man, whoever he was, was not wrong. Harry had plenty of questions, most of them pertaining to the situation he found himself in. He honestly wasn't sure what to ask first, but after a moment of internal debate he decided to start with an easy one. He did not trust this man, but he needed answers.

"Who are you?" the easiest and most standard question there was.

The man smiled showing off his pearly white teeth,"I figured that would be your first question," he lent back in his seat and plucked his cup out of the air, a smirk playing across his lips,"I am Death, Mr. Potter, and I'm here to offer you a choice."

Harry swallowed thickly before taking a deep breath. It wasn't possible, death was just...death. It wasn't a person it was a thing, a state of being, not an actual person. It was ridiculous. Then again thirteen years ago he would have thought the idea of magic existing was ridiculous. He looked up at the man smirking at him from across the table. Like he knew what he was thinking.

Harry took a deep breath and stared down into his tea,"what do you mean exactly by 'choice'?"

Death set his tea aside, it floated in the air next to him, and he lent forward again. The smile on his face never wavered,"a choice to do right Mr. Potter. To change the things that seemed irreversible. To stop this war before it ever has a chance to start."

It sounded like a good deal. A chance to fix his mistakes and right his wrongs...it was almost too good. In fact it was to good. It was just the kind of thing Voldemort would do, get into Harry's head, trick him into doing his dirty work. That's what this was, it had to be, just another trick. Some Death Eater must of grabbed him after he blew up that wall, they kept him knocked out and planned all of this.

But why? They only do things that benefit their own needs. Harry being dead would have satisfied those needs. Why would they drag him back to the Dark Lord and put on this whole show?

They wouldn't.

"Of course you could always move forward to the next life, let someone else deal with this whole fiasco. But I did choose you for a reason," he was leaning into the couch now, tea held delicately in one hand while the other rested across the back of the couch,"of course the choice is yours to make."

Harry inhaled deeply before letting it out in a large puff of air. If this was really happening. If this man could honestly give him another chance at life, a chance to save Fred, to ask out the girl he was truly in love with, to see Sirius again, to save people from not only death but a life of pain and torment. A chance to save his best friend.

Harry ran a hand through his hair in thought. If he was going to do this he would need help, and who better to help than his slightly insane, sword wielding best friend Perseus Black. Percy was already dead. There was no reason that he couldn't help him, none at all...but was he really selfish enough to pull his best friend out of the after life and drag him into the past to re-live his extremely messed up life.

I'm here for the cause Harry, we all are. I'm here because I want to be, you couldn't get rid of me if you tried, and don't you dare try. You didn't drag me into this I brought myself here, and I'd do it again if I had the chance. I believe in this cause and so does everyone else, but unlike me, they need you. They see you as their last hope. Believe me Harry, I'm your best friend, these people need you. So get your butt to that gate and let me deal with this!

One of the last things his best friend had said to him before he died. He couldn't do this alone. Harry took a deep breath, he didn't want to involve Percy, but he would need help.

And if Percy ever found out I had done something this stupid without him he'd drowned me, Harry thought gruffly, mind made he turned towards Death, no turning back now.

He sat up and looked Death in the eye,"I want to go back,"Death smiled as if he had been expecting this responses,"but I won't be able to do this alone. From what I've learned you always need someone by your side when it comes to things like this, and with what I'm going to have to do I'll need help."

Harry stopped to let Death think over what he had said. The man in question just lent back in his seat a bit more, rubbing his chin in thought. Harry thought he looked a little like on of those cartoon villains from that show Percy had made him watch.

"I suppose,"he spoke slowly, like he was thinking about every word he said before he said it,"that it would be acceptable to pull one more person back with you...but just one, you'll have to figure the others out by yourself,"Harry wasn't sure what he meant by that,"I will chose one person for you to bring along."

Harry took a deep breath,"with all do respect sir there's only one person I trust enough to do this with me." He was expecting a complant, maybe a reprimanding, heck he could have asked who Harry wanted to take with him. But nothing surprised him more than when Death began to laugh.

It wasn't a large laugh, something more akine to an amused chuckle,"he told us you would say that," he let out another chuckle before calling over his shoulder,"you two can come out now, he's agreed."

There was a slight breeze and an almost inaudible 'pop', as Harry watched as two people appeared just behind the couch. Harry was shocked. It wasn't so much as their entrance that surprised him, no he saw things like that every day, it was the people who had shown up.

One was a woman who appeared to be in her mid to early twenties. She wore a knee length greek dress, fabric perfectly matching the void all around them. It was made of some kind of sliken material that flow and rippled down her body like a cascade. Sparkling golden pinns held it up at her shoulders. With her glossy black hair was put back in a stylish up-due the same kind of glittery gold pins that held up her dress weaving in and out of the black waterfall. Her eyes were a mix of gold and black, each color shifting and swirling fighting over control of the iris. Her sandals were the same shimmering white as her dress, with straps wrapping all the way up to he knees. There was no questioning her beauty. She was like a goddess. But Harry had no idea who she was.

The twenty-one year old male next to her, on the other hand, he knew quite well. The same unyielding hair the exact color of the unlit night sky, looking as if it was tamed by the wind itself. Dark navy blue t-shit and the leather jacket that Sirius had given him for his fifteenth birthday, dark wash blue jeans and the same dragon hide knee high boots that Harry could have sworn he wore into the shower. An empty sword sheath sat on his hip and the leather band his girlfriend had given to him was tied around him wrist. Sea-green eyes, much deeper than Harry's own, stared back at him swirling and alive like the ocean itself. His trade mark lop-sided smile playing across his lips and Harry couldn't decided weather to punch him or hug him.

"Well are you just gonna stand there catching flies or are you actually gonna say something?" Punch, the answer was definitely punch, but even then Harry couldn't help but smile.

Then his face hardened and the smile melted into an angry scowl,"you were there the whole time and you didn't bother to say anything,"he probably would have stood up too, if he hadn't been so afraid that he would fall into the white void.

Percy gave him a sheepish smile and shrugged his shoulders, running a hand across the back of his neck,"the decision had to come from you, and if you'd known that I had already agreed it would have weighted your decision," he shrugged again,"of course I would have tried to convince you anyways. If you had said no, that is, and I would have gone even if you refused, but it was all about where your choice lied. Like Death over here said, it was all up to you."

Harry sighed and was about to open his mouth to retort, but before he could even utter a syllable the woman next to Percy let out a laugh, sounding like a dozen jingling bells,"you two are exactly as you were in life,"she let out another chiming laugh," high spirited, well trained, and stubborn as Ox. Which makes you perfect for the job,"she turned to the sharply dress man on the couch,"Death, wonderful to see you again,"she held out a hand and Death was on his feet in an instant brushing his lips across the back of her knuckles.

She turned to Harry, swirling eyes zoning in on his figure,"I'm sorry, how rude of me not to introduce myself. I am Chaos, Primordial Goddess of the Universe, lovely to make your acquaintance "she spoke formally with a dazzling smile as she held out her hand to him, awkwardly Harry took it in his own and brushed his lips over her knuckles as Death had done just moments before. She smiled at Harry once more before slipping in beside Death on the couch. Accepting the offered cup of tea with another smile. A chair appeared beside Harry's and Percy dropped into it rather ungracefully. His friend turned to him with and smiled, completely at ease despite the fact that two of the most powerful beings in the universe sat right across from them.

Death cleared his throat and nodded towards them folding his hands across his lap,"now back to business, Mr. Potter," he turned his black eyes to Harry,"as you have just joined us I believe we have a bit of explaining to do, but first lets get something out of the way, why don't we?"

He gave Harry a timid smile, just a slight pull of his lips, before Chaos took over," you've already been informed of our plan to send you and Perseus back in time. When you get there you'll arrive in your past bodies where ever you where at the time we send you back to. When you arrive the two of you will need to find each other, like I said before we cannot control where you'll appear when we send you back, that all depends on where you were," she paused for a moment to let that sink in," you'll need a designated meeting place." She paused, waiting for one of them to say something.

"The Leaky Cauldron," Percy suggested.

Harry shook his head,"no, that's too obvious, too noticeable. Someone is bound to notice us if we jump into the Wizarding strait away."

"True,"Percy muttered under his breath,"so somewhere mortal then?"

Harry nodded,"the mortal world would be much more beneficial to the two of you seeing as is a famous wizarding icon and is not even suppose to exist," Death interjected.

"But we'll need to go eventually, its inevitable, and its not like we can just ignore our Hogwarts letters. The school is the center of everything. WAIT...when exactly are we going to be sent back to? How old will we be?" Percy asked, looking at them as if it'd just occurred to him that they'd never mentioned that detail before.

"We have discussed this many times since deciding on this plan,"Death spoke after a momentary pause,"we'll have to send you back to a time when your magical energy was most potent. This will allow your past bodies to accept your future minds without resulting in both of your deaths."

Percy glared at them, his wolf glare if Harry remembered right,"and what age is that exactly?" His voice deadly calm.

Death stared at them both, the look on his face giving nothing away,"under the circumstances we've agreed that it is best not to tell you,"Percy's glare got worse,"but rest assured you will have plenty of time to complete your task."

Percy's glare didn't lighten, but Harry cut him off before he could open his mouth,"how are we suppose to stop things from turning out like they did before? I mean sure we'll be able to change our actions, do things differently, but others are still going to be stuck in their ways. What we're about to do might not be enough?"

Chaos laughed, sounding like a thousand ringing bells,"that's where we come in dear. We know you may need a little extra help, and we'll be there every step of the way. Though we're not able to tell you all of it now," she shared a look with Death.

"You need to get to the goblins as soon as it is safe, they'll know what they need to do," he finished never taking his eyes off of Chaos's face.

"What about the rest of it?" Percy questioned,"you said you couldn't tell us everything. Why? How do we know when your going step in?"

Chaos turned back to them, her serine smile making it look as if she hadn't a care in the world. She offered Percy her hand,"its time. If we wait any longer the stars may change their course."

Death held his hand out to Harry,"she is right, its time."

Harry shared one last glance with his best-friend before hesitantly taking the mans hand, Percy doing the same with Chaos. A dim golden light emanated from between their clasped hands and a numbing pain raced up his arm. The two across from them opened their eyes, and began to chant in a different language, the old magiks if what he remembered from Hermione was right. The numbing sense ran across his shoulders, spreading down his legs all the way to his toes before going up his neck stopping just below his chin.

Death and Chaos opened their eyes, glowing with power, wild magic blowing at their hair and cloths. They looked both boys in the eyes, speaking in unison,"do you accept your task and promise to do fulfill your duty to the best of your ability?"

Harry gulped, not sure how to answer, but that didn't seem to stop Percy,"I do." He cast a look in Harry's direction from the corner of his eye, giving a slight nod, Harry returned the gesture before taking a deep breath and focusing on Death.

"I do."

"Do you, Perseus Achillis Black, accept my offer to become Chaos's Champion, to protect the sword of Ancients, and agree to take my mark?" Her black and golden eyes swirling with her wild, uncontrollable, power.

Percy stared at Chaos with wide eyes, this obviously hadn't been part of the plan, or at least not the part they had told him about,"I...ummm...I...Yes...I-I do."

Harry turned back to Death, looking the man strait in his coal black eyes. He heard Percy's sharp intake of breath, but he couldn't turn to see what had happened. He couldn't move. It was as if his body had shut down, freezing him in place.

"Do you, Harry James Potter, accept my offer to become Master of Death, to watch over the Hallows, and agree to take my mark?" Death was in complete control, his magic reigned in. He seemed almost...calm.

Harry took a deep breath through his nose, eyes as wide as saucers,"Yes," was his voice always this high?,"I accept." Nothing happened at first then a searing pain started on his forearm, something that he could feel even through the numbness.

Death and Chaos began chanting again, but it was as if someone had stuffed cotton in his ears. His vision began to fuzz around the edges, his breath coming out in puffs. His eyelids began to droop as his grip on reality began to slip.

He vaguely thought he heard Death mutter,"take care of my Hallows," as he fell backwards into his chair.

Eighteen Years Earlier

A burst of untamed magic blew across the globe as two souls ricocheted back into their bodies. Two pairs of unique, powerful green eyes snapped open half way across the world from each other. Two identical smiles spread across two different faces.

"We're back,"both boys muttered in the same instant.

With Death and Chaos

Chaos sighed and lent into Deaths side. He wrapped his arm around her waist pulling her closer as she burrowed into his side.

"Did we do the right thing?" she whispered quietly.

"We must have, my love,"he murmured softly, kissing the top of her head,"their names were written in the stars."

Alright, here's the question you all knows coming, what'd you think? I know what some of you are going to say, and I can tell you how I'll answer. No, all that time I've been gone have not helped with my grammar issues. I think I've gotten better at spelling but I can never figure out where to put those dang commas! Its just not something I'm good at. I even went back through and re-read this chapter, I still think I missed a few things though. But anyways, if you've read my stuff before you'll notice that something was missing from this chapter. Yep I'm talking about Bob and Max, I plan on bringing them back I'm just not sure how, but if they're needed plan on seeing them in the next chapter. Well that's all I have to say this time see you when the next chapters done. (That may take a while, but only because I'm trying to write the next chapter to the best of my abilities). So, bye Miss. Magic Girl signing off again. BYE!