Disclaimer: I don't own the rights to Harry Potter or the characters, settings and wizard terms. All rights belong to J.K Rowling, however, it is my plot. Slash warning for later chapters, don't like, don't read. Rating may change in later chapters.
Harry Potter wasn't a happy man. He had, once again found himself in Kings Cross and more importantly, the Kings Cross he ended up in when the horcrux inside his scar was destroyed. Harry was annoyed for the reason he ended up here in the first place, he wasn't killed by a dark wizard, or one of his son, James' explosions. No, he was killed by his so-called wife- from an overdose of love potion which he had unknowingly drunk for the past eighteen odd years. Of course, Harry was still having an angry internal debate about whether Ginny was, in fact, dark. He was annoyed he hadn't noticed it sooner after everything he had faced as head of the auror department and that he wouldn't live to see his children graduate Hogwarts- as much as he hated Ginny right now, he loved his children dearly.
Harry turned back to face death who had told him how he came to be here, though Harry wondered how death was here in the first place, but then, Harry reminded himself, magic existed, even though many people believed it didn't.
"I am neither here nor there, Harry. Now, onto your next great adventure- I will be sending you back to the land of the living, 31st July 1910." Death saw that he was about to interrupt, but glared at him, continuing speaking. If only looks could kill, Harry thought sardonically. "I cannot send you back to where you came from as many believe you are dead and, if you returned; you would be killed soon after- much like if you saw you're other self while using a time turner. I could of course, let you continue onwards, but the loved ones you have lost will always be here, no matter when you die. You are still needed as saviour of the light."
Harry scowled, acting like a petulant child, hating that name but then, he did always wished he was someone else. Harry couldn't help himself, he did have a saving people problem; Hermione was right (and hardly wrong) he thought with a laugh. Harry gave a nod, silently telling him to continue; a fresh start sounded nice.
"You will take the name Harry Peverell, heir of Ignotus Peverell and part of the line that was known suddenly disappear, even from magical records, not long after Ignotus died. However, your name will suddenly reappear on magical records. You are to tell others that everyone in your family died, and that you decided as Lord Peverell, to come out of hiding from your family manor house. I will de-age you slightly to look twenty-seven and you are to say you were home schooled. The rest is up to you. You will already have a manor in the English countryside that is in your name as well as access to the Peverell vault. Going back will also create a parallel universe so any changes you make won't cause a time paradox, the time and place you have come from will remain." Harry still remembers the day he looked into is family tree; as it turns out Ignotus Peverell's brother Cadmus was Tom Riddle's ancestor who somewhere married into the Slytherin line. This time, he was determined to set everything right without as many people dying. Then he could feel white light forcing his eyes closed and felt a sensation similar to that of apparition before finding himself in a bed.