Harry Potter had not had the life he envisioned for himself after his defeat of Lord Voldemort. While he did get married to Ginny Weasley and had three children, lust had not turned to love. In the end he enjoyed his last decade of life after his wife passed on and he could spend his retired life doing what he liked.

His old school friends would have been surprised to know that doing what he liked most consisted for a large part of researching various aspects of magic. If he so desired he could have easily gotten masteries in a number of fields by the time he died, so expansive was his knowledge and understanding of magic.

But, as Albus Dumbledore had once said: "To the well organised mind, death is but the next great adventure." And Harry's post mastery level occlumency definitely made his mind well organised.

On his last moment before death, he thought that if he had a wish, he'd wish for the ability to do it all over again. Not necessarily with his memories intact, but perhaps with all that knowledge is worth invested in his natural abilities, such as intelligence, wisdom, critical thinking, and more.

For all the magical world knew about the fantastical, their knowledge on death was just as limited as the muggle one. And their understanding of a title such as master of death was even smaller. Death however heard its master's wish and decided to grant it.

And 106 years earlier, a one and a half year old boy wakes up in his cupboard under the stairs, wondering where the lady with the red hair was who provided him with milk and love, never knowing how he had changed the world from a future that would never exist.

AN: I have decided to give writing a story another go. I hope that this gives me something to put the emotions of my depression into.

Obligatory this is just a prologue chapter and thus short note.

Released on Friday October 13 2017.