I do not own Harry Potter but I do own the plot of this story and I kind of own Death.

A dark figure stood looking over the black lake, behind him lay the rubble of the once beautiful and majestic school Hogwarts. The teen felt tired, after so many years of fighting he was drained, mentally and physically.

The person was known as Harry Potter, once the savior of the wizarding world. But everything changed a few years after the war with Voldemort, the muggles turned on them and attacked.

During this time wizards were hunted down and used in experiments, they tried to fight back but they were no match for the muggles bullets and bombs, the wizards were quickly wiped out all except for one.

Harry sighed once vivid green eyes looked over the ruins of his home, he couldn't feel the magic of the school anymore, it was gone, dead.

Cold arms wrapped around him and Harry looked back. Death his only companion in the past years stood with his arms around the boy. "Would you do it differently if you could?"

Harry smiled lightly and nodded. "I would, I was blinded, I thought Dumbledore was a saint and everything he said was right but that was wrong because he was wrong, the muggles were bad for our world, Tom was right."

Death was silent as he listened to his master, his poor tortured master. Death knew more than anyone what the young man had to go through, having learned the true nature of his supposed friends.

When the war started almost all of the Weasleys abandoned him, all but the twins, Bill, and Charlie.

Death turned Harry around to face him looking into his dulled green eyes. He reached a hand out caressing Harry's face and looking at him with something close to love in his red eyes. "I can send you back master, I can give you the chance to right all the wrongs, allow you to live your life as you want."

Harry stared at the entity before him for a small while before leaning forward pressing his lips to Death's. "Do it."

-(Break)-

Loud banging was heard on a door. Outside of the small cupboard stood a woman who resembled a horse. She slammed her hand on the door. "Wake up you useless boy!"

The small boy inside the cupboard opened his vivid green eyes the shine back in those eyes having been brought back to his younger body.

Harry sat up holding his head. "Death, are you here?"

Materializing in front of the boy, Death nodded. "I'm here master, how do you feel? Turning back time takes a lot of magic."

Harry nodded in understanding before standing up. "What should I do now, how do I know what I should change and what I shouldn't?"

Death smiled at his small master. "That is for you to decide master, you should live this life however you wish to don't allow anyone to manipulate you."

Harry nodded in understanding, he stood up leaving the small cupboard and making his way to the kitchen. Harry decided he'd lay low for now, he didn't want to alert anyone to how different he was.

The young boy stood in front of the stove flipping the bacon as he waited for his family to make it downstairs. Death stood behind him watching silently.

Harry looked back at the entity raising an eyebrow. "Don't you have work to do? Just because we turned back time doesn't mean you can slack on work."

Death pouted at him slightly huffing in annoyance. "Fine, I'll go do paperwork, if you need anything just shout."

With that the entity disappeared. Harry snickered knowing how much Death hated doing paperwork, he hated it just as much truthfully.

"What are you laughing at freak?" Dudley stood behind him sneering down at him with his arms crossed.

The small boy rolled his eyes looking over to his pig of a cousin. His green eyes flashed making Dudley fell back on his fat ass and screech. "Mom! Mom! The freak is doing something freaky again!"

Petunia Dursley came into the room eyes landing on Harry who stood at the stove. She ran to Dudley bringing him into her arms. "What have you done now boy!"

Harry shrugged. "I don't know Aunt Petunia, I didn't do anything at least I don't think I did."

Petunia just continued to glare at him before Vernon came into the room and sitting at the table. "Bring my coffee boy!"

Harry grabbed the pot moving to do as told. Dudley pulled himself together and ran over to look over his presents. Harry platted the food as he watched Dudley with a glare.

The pig turned to his parents suddenly glaring. "How many are there?" "36 counted them myself."

Dudley decided to throw one of his famous tantrums. "36 but last year, last year there was 37!"

Harry decided to tune out the rest of the conversation, he already knew how this played out having lived it once before. He started to clean the dishes and Petunia and Vernon decided what they'd do with him seeing as Miss Fig has broken her leg.

The boy decided to speak up for himself. "You could leave me home alone you know, I'm not going to do anything, besides today is Dudley's day I shouldn't be there to potentially ruin it."

Dudley agreed complaining loudly about Harry ruining his birthday. Vernon and Petunia looked at each other before reluctantly agreeing. Vernon pushed Harry against the counter glaring down at him. "Any funny business, anything at all and you'll go without supper for a week!"

Harry watched as the group left to go to the zoo. He knew he was changing his story a little by not going to the zoo, he did know that, but he honestly didn't want to go to the zoo.

Harry snapped his fingers wanting to clean the house in an instant, but nothing happened. He furrowed his brow confused and snapped his fingers again but still nothing happened.

Frustrated Harry called out to the only being that would know what was happening. "Death!"

It took only a few short minutes before Death appeared before Harry. He looked at him slightly amused. "What can I do for you master?"

Harry huffed annoyed looking to the being. "I'm trying to clean the house but every time I snap nothing happens! Why won't my magic work?"

Death smirked even more amused now. "Oh master, not only did your body return to it's ten-year-old self but so did your magic, you can't just snap your fingers and have things happen anymore, you have to build up your core again."

Harry looked horrified at the suggestion, the mere mention of not having all his magic at his beck and call. "Please tell me your joking!"

Death shrugged shaking his head. "Sorry master, but this is how it works, have fun cleaning the house manually."

That being said Death disappeared again from site. Harry cursed glaring at nothing. "You no good useless excuse of a servant!"

So I got this idea when I was just randomly thinking about Harry Potter, this is going to be a harem story the pairings will be Harry x Tom x Death x Barty x Rabastan x Rodolphus and I might add on Lucius but idk yet anyways if your not into those pairing then this isn't your story. This story will also have select weasley bashing, Dumbledore bashing, Gray Harry, MoD Harry, mature themes in later chapters, and will not be completely canon.