Harry woke with a groan to the feeling of the cold, hard ground beneath him. As he opened his eyes all he saw was white. He wondered how he had got there. The last thing he remembered was falling asleep in bed with Ginny, his wife of 66 years.
As he sat up he distantly noticed that his body moved easier and faster than it had in years. When he looked around he noticed that he was back at the pure white, perfectly clean and empty Kings Cross Station where he had spoken to Dumbledore after Voldemort hit him with the killing curse the second time.
He stood up and looked around but he saw nothing but endless white and the horizon fading into fog. When he stood up he turned around and walked to wherever his feet led him. After awhile (he wasn't sure how much time had passed because time traveled weirdly here) he started seeing arches on either side of him with different colored light coming from them. When he saw the first one he stopped and studied it, but he couldn't tell anything from it or the dull grey light coming from it other than the fact it reeked of unfamiliar magic, magic that he had never come across before. When he realized that he would got no more out of it he continued on his way. After sometime he noticed that the distance between each one was growing shorter. He finally came to a spot where there was less than two feet between each arch. He noticed that someone was there, sitting on the ground, waiting for him. It was a girl with pure white hair and skin so pale that if he couldn't see her hands playing with something he would have thought her dead. The fact that her clothes were pure black made her seem paler. As he drew closer to her, she looked up and he was startled to to notice that she looked no older than 8 with her bright blue doe eyes, spread wide in surprise.
"Master," she said, in a surprisingly mature voice for the age she looked, as she stood up. "I didn't expect you to find me so quickly."
"I noticed," he said as he drew to a stop 5 feet from her. He noticed, with surprise, that his voice sounded a lot younger than he remembered it to. "Master?" He asked as the first part of her statement caught up to him.
"Of course," she said like it was obvious. "I am Hel, Osiris, Thanatos, Mors, Anguta… you know me as Death, and you are my master."
"Why am I here?" He asked.
"You died in your sleep." She answered. "But because you are my master I can't claim your soul. You are here to be reborn."
"Reborn?" He asked, slightly scared of her response. "How will that work?"
"Oh yes." She said decidedly too cheerful for a time like this. "You just pick an arch and you will be reborn in a new universe, with your powers and a similar body, until you die again and choose a new universe to be reborn in again."
"So I just, pick one, it's as simple as that?" He asked still in shock.
"Yep," she said with a smile. "I suggest that one." She pointed to a dull pink one as she went on. "Calm, simple, no magic. Perfect for your first time being reborn. A very simple universe to get used to the changes and differences. There are a couple others like it that I suggest you go to the next couple times. I'll point them out the next time you're here. But for now, off you go." She said as she ushered him into the dull pink arch. "You'll be born on July 31st and your scar will appear on the halloween after your first birthday. I will gift you this necklace with the deathly hallow sign on your third birthday and with you you will be able to summon the three hallows to you at any time." She continued as she held up the thing she had been playing with, which was a silver deathly hallows sign and three thin black strips of leather braided into a necklace.
As he tripped into the dull pink arch. He watched her smile fade away until all he could see was black. Then the dizzy feeling in his his head took over and he passed out until he woke up to cold air and a brand new, completely different world from his own.