This is my first story, so please point out any mistakes you can find. I am very happy if you review and tell me what you think. This story will be finished.
Two days after the battle, the castle was full of people, who had fought the war on the light side. They were not happy. Harry Potter was dead.
For the second time this night, Harry Potter woke up in the mysterious white place. Slowly the mist started to fade. He was on the Hogwarts Express. At least what he thought was Hogwarts Express. Slowly the compartment door slid open, and Harry remembered his third year and the dementors. A cloaked figure stepped through the door. „Harry Potter," he said, „I am Death. I offer you a chance. You can go back, and change things".
„But why?"
„You died as the master of Hallows. And you weren´t supposed to die now. Dumbledore was meddling with things he wasn`t meant to".
„What things?"
„The prophecy, for example. I can´t tell you the real one, but the one he told you was fake. The first lines were correct, but you didn´t have to kill Tom, you just had to change him".
„What do you mean? I can´t go to him like Hey, I tought you should stop killing and torturing people. You should talk nicely with them instead.I can see how well this is going to happen. I´ll probably be dead before I even finish the first sentence".
There was a pause when Death looked at Harry.
„Wait, Dumbledore lied to me!" the boy suddebly realised.
„Yes. Do you want to go back then?"
„Where am I going back to?"
„Your cousin`s eleventh birthday. You remember everything that happened you before, but your magical level is the same of a ten year old. You can´t perform more difficult spells, even if you know how".
Harry was thinking. If I go back, nobody has to die. Sirius, Fred, Tonks, Lupin... I can change everything. „Yes, I´ll go"
Harry started to fall asleep. The last thing he heard was a quiet voice: „By the way, the soulpiece inside you will still be gone..."