It was perhaps the brightest and whitest waiting room he ever been. The once known by the living as the Boy Who Lived stared toward a rather old man behind the grand podium, looking quite confused.

"Heinrich James Potter," the old man spoke. "Hmm... wasn't expecting you to be here that early."

"Actually, my name is Harry James Potter." Harry corrected.

The old man glanced toward him. "Is it? But according to our Book of Life, our Records of Living Beings, and our unmistakably Paradise Records of Births, your parents named you 'Heinrich'. Your mother, Lily had made it clear that she wanted to name you after her German-many times great-grandfather."

Harry's eyes boggled. "I didn't know that. Why no one ever tell me about that?"

The old man huffed. "It's not your fault for not knowing about it, Mr. Potter. Perhaps, if only Albus Buffoondore in your universe didn't being such a manipulative and senile, you would've already been told about your family inheritance. And you would've been Lord Potter if you were alive—"

"My WHAT?!"

"Please refrain yourself from screaming in front of me," The old man winced. "I may be Saint Peter, but that doesn't mean I am immune from being deaf."

Harry Potter was apoplectic. It has been many years passed, ever since he defeated Voldemort. He thought he could finally able to live peacefully, but he thought wrong. Discovering the fact that everyone that he thought cared for him, is caring more about his supposedly wealth, not him.

He felt sick when he discovered that he had been dosed with powerful love potion by Molly Weasley, so he can fall in love to Ginny and ended up marrying her, so they can have access to Potter wealth. He was hurt when he found out that Ginny never actually loved him but loved the image of Boy Who Lived. He should've probably realized about it if he suddenly developed a feeling to a girl that he barely spoken to.

His supposedly best friend, Ron Weasley, was in Dumbledore's payroll as well. He was paid to be Harry's best friend and make sure to keep him away from Slytherin. Making Harry unable to befriend the other students from other Houses is also part of his task, that and along with making sure to keep Harry lazy enough not to study hard—wasn't hard though, since Dumb-ledore had put a lot of blocks to limit Harry's intelligence and his magical core when he was a baby.

Hermione's unshakeable sense of following the authority is what made her able to be manipulated by Dumbledore. Fortunately, she really considered Harry as her friend and not from being ordered by Dumbledore. She was angry when she realized of Dumbledore's manipulations, thus shattered her belief to always follow authoritative figures.

Her reaction when she found out that Dumbledore was the one responsible with Harry's placement in Dursley's abusive care... well, you're lucky you're not there.

"Done screaming?" Saint Peter asked.

Harry just nodded, tiredly.

"Good. We can finally do business," The Apostle reads through the giant white book in front of him. "Your death was rather tragic... You were shot with the Killing Curse from the back. The caster is one Ginevra Potter née Weasley."

Harry gritted his teeth. "She wants my money then."

Saint Peter smirked. "Well, she wouldn't get any single gold from your Family Vaults anyway, since you never announced your Lordship, you never get access to your inheritance and therefore, Ginevra can't access the Vaults either and the only Vault she can access is your Trust Funds, but that's almost empty after you graduated from Hogwarts."

"Thank you for the good news." Harry said.

"That's the news from the living world since your death," Saint Peter stated. "Continue on, since your death was rather unplanned. It will take many decades for the Death Department to sorting out any paperwork regarding your death, to allow you to enter Heaven. You see, you should've died at the tender age of 105, not 25."

Harry gaped.

"Indeed. Basically, your universe is currently under heavy investigation and examination by Heaven due to the amount of corruption, bigotry, dark beliefs, and everything that Albus Dumbledore had allowed just for what? To redeem the irredeemable! Your untimely death is what push us immediately to act," Saint Peter explained. "We're afraid that we will have to send the Horsemen of Apocalypse to your universe if they prove to be unfixable."

"Apocalypse?" Harry looked scared. "b-but what about my friends? Hermione, Neville, Luna—they are innocent!"

"We're sorry, Mr. Potter. But alas, your friends and those that truly care for you are just a small group compared to the ones we have seen," Saint Peter sighed. "sometimes, the only way to fix is to do one hard reset."

Harry's shoulder slumped. "I guess I have to stop looking back and walk to Heaven then?"

"That was supposed to be the plan, if you actually die by your time. Unfortunately, we have to move your papers to Dimension Alternative Bureau to sort the place for you to live accordingly. We could send you to Time-Traveling Bureau, but as I said, your universe is under heavy investigation, so we decided not to."

"What is Dimension Alternative Bureau?" Harry asked, but he was ignored.

Saint Peter had signed and stamped off the documents and gave them to Harry. Red word 'Approved' was visible on its cover.

"Give this to their front desk and follow their guide. The Bureau was located two blocks from Heaven's Gate, it can be spotted since it's the most futuristic building in Heaven." Saint Peter smiled.

"Uh... okay." Harry was dumbfounded.

Harry found the Bureau quite easily—as The Apostle said, it was indeed the only building that looked like it came from cyberpunk movies. Besides the D.A.B (Harry snorted at the funny abbreviation) is the Time-Traveling Bureau, which looked like a steampunk-style factory.

"Welcome to Dimension Alternative Bureau! The only place you go for new living experience in different perspective for your life!" The person in D.A.B front desk greeted. "Are you here to book a vacation in Star Wars Universe? Or do you want to go to PJO Universe? They're currently our most bought packs."

Harry was stunned at the rather excitable guy—and his wings have changed to multiple colors in his excitement, it almost reminded Harry of Tonks' hair when she's emotional. "I was told to give you this."

A glance to the cover of the documents and suddenly, the guy's face turned serious. "I see," He pushed the button for the microphone.

"Mr. Aion, your expected guest, one Heinrich 'Harry' James Potter is here. He's waiting in the front desk now."

The guy turned to Harry, back with his cheerful demeanor. "While waiting for the big boss to reply, can I get you anything? Coffee? Tea? Hot chocolate?"

"No thanks."

"Are you sure? We made the best hot chocolate here. I can even add sprinkles to your chocolate if you want."

Harry looked thoughtful for a moment. "Do you have a butterbeer?"

"Butterbeer it is!" The guy snapped his finger and a large tankard of foaming sweet goodness suddenly manifested in front of Harry. "Enjoy!"

Harry slowly took a sip on the recently appeared beverage. "Huh, this is actually tasted better than the one Madam Rosmerta used to make. In fact... this is the best butterbeer I ever drink!"

"You're in Heaven, what do you expect?"

Harry almost choked from his drink as a rather tall and imposing figure spoke behind him. Unlike the other angel, his skin was literally silver, and he has two pairs of wings instead of one pair like the other angel.

"Mr. Aion!" The front desk person bowed. The tall deity that was called 'Mr. Aion' just ignored him and instead turned his head to Harry.

"Mr. Potter," his voice sounded like three people spoken at once. "follow me to my office. Let's discuss the plan for your... new living arrangement."

"Oh, yes sir." Harry answered, slightly disappointed that he must leave his still full butterbeer. It was the tastiest butterbeer he ever had after all.

"You may take your drink with you." Aion said.

"Yes!"

"Let me be honest, Mr. Potter. Your case is very peculiar."

Aion had explained to Harry the amount of negative aspect that had almost completely overshadow the good aspect from his old universe. Somehow, a universe gotten way out of its intended design, almost destroying Harry's life in it.

"The design of your universe should've at least had a balance number of good things and bad things," The deity explained. "somehow, its design gotten out of it's plan and it keep making bad things like evil!Weasleys, cruel!Snape, ignorant!Hogwarts staffs, etc, etc... that shouldn't happen. It should never happen on the first place."

"What do you mean?" Harry asked, while sipping on his butterbeer. "How something that you guys have designed could go wrong? I mean, this is Heaven."

"True, but we're not like the Almighty—who is truly perfect. We have investigated the matter of universe no. 650—your universe—and we found out that Fate and Destiny accidentally putting too many bad aspects without consulting each other. They're currently in prohibition, punished to spending millennia of sorting out Death's paperwork. Unfortunately, the design was already in effect and you're now... here." Aion shook his head.

Harry gloomed at this. "My whole life... was caused by a lack of communication between two deities?"

"When you put it that way..." Aion winced. Never in his immortal life he ever received a case where a mortal lived in a terrible design of universe—Harry Potter's case was new, and he wishes for this kind of case to never happen again in the future. "You see, the design for universe no. 650 was supposed to only have the typical bad guy, Voldemort and manipulative!Dumbledore. You're not supposed to be physically abused by the Dursleys, you're not supposed to be betrayed by Ronald Weasley, you should have at one point in your life to have been informed about the Potter lordship, Severus Snape would have been a good mentor for you. Tartarus! You should've been in a House other than Gryffindor!"

"What's wrong with me being in Gryffindor?" Harry asked, confused. "Both of my parents went there."

Aion just gave him a weird look. "Because logically, you weren't raised by your parents, Mr. Potter and therefore, you don't have enough Gryffindor's values instilled into you. Why in all Nine Circles of Hell you went to the House where manipulative!Dumbledore can control you?"

"How should I know that Dumbledore wants me to be killed by Voldemort on the first place because of me being a Horcrux and stupid prophecy, and that he had been manipulating my whole life?" Harry argued. "I only found out about it after I saw Snape's memory. And I only found out that I was betrayed by the Weasleys after Ginny suddenly gone crazy and attacked me, which leads to my death. Probably after finding out that I am poor because I never claim Potter lordship- according to Saint Peter."

"Oh. Good point."

Harry sighed. "So, what should I do now? I was told that I can't go to Heaven yet, since I died early. Why I was sent here?"

Aion smiled as he opened the documents that Harry brought. He reviewed its content for a moment and snapped his finger, materializing a piece of contract in front of Harry.

"Sign it."

"Huh?" Harry narrowed his eyes.

"It's an agreement contract, Mr. Potter. Don't worry, it's not going to attack you."

"Agreement contract?" Harry asked. "What kind of agreement I will get into if I sign this?"

"Once you sign it, you agree to allow us to pick an alternate universe—from the one you had before—for you to live in. And you agree for our protection and that we will be fully responsible for your well-fare and sanity once your new life started. If you read the bold paragraphs, you will find that if something happens to you, we will be held responsible and will compensate you by finding another new alternate universe if you die again." Aion explained.

Harry reads through the contract carefully and found that everything that Aion had explained are in it.

"So, I'll just sign it and I will live again?" Harry asked. "that I will not experience the same things from my old universe?"

"Not exactly," The deity said. "Some part will be a little bit same as your old universe. But others will be different, you will notice them immediately once your new life started."

Harry looked to the piece of paper again as he thought through. They basically wanting to give him a clean slate. A do over. And instead of return to experience the same thing all over again, he will experience a different thing. He marveled as he pondered the possibilities. Maybe he will go to a universe where his parents survived? Or go to a different magical school than Hogwarts? He could make more friends in the new universe!

But what if he goes to a universe where he's not a wizard?

"I presume you're interested?"

Harry looked up from the contract. Suddenly, a thought come to him. "Wait, what about the Deathly Hallows?!"

"The what?"

"The Deathly Hallows," Harry explained. "Elder Wand that made the wielder undefeatable, Resurrection Stone that can call dead people's souls, and my Invisibility Cloak. I have united all three of them. Dumbledore told me that because of that, I have become 'Master of Death'."

Aion raised his eyebrow at that. "I see. And do you even know what 'Master of Death' title mean?"

"Er... no?"

"Exactly. The title 'Master of Death' is nothing more than just a title. An achievement. No special power or blessing entails. Yes, you've got those three Death's artifacts together, so what? Thanatos has long list of mortals, other than you, who have achieved the same thing. Over 500 individuals in the past three thousand years had done it. And they all are already dead."

Harry face palmed. "Oh great. I forgot that Dumbledore had tricked me again. He told me that being a Master of Death, I will get immortality or something."

"Actually, Dumbles and Grindelwald have no idea about that. They thought there's some special thing for uniting those ruddy tools. Morons. Now they're in Hell for being too obsessed with that bollocks." The deity explained. "But thank you for mentioning that. It just so happens that the Deathly Hallows were one of the many reasons of why your old universe gone wrong. I'll make sure to tell Thanatos not to put his toys in your new alternate life immediately."

'Huh, wouldn't that mean there will be no Invisibility Cloak in my new life then?' Harry thought as he witnessed Aion writing a quick note and magically send it to Death Department through the air. It took only a second later for a reply note to materialized in front of them.

"Good news, Mr. Potter. You still get to access the Invisibility Cloak in your new life. It's Thanatos's way to apologize to you for his carelessness for letting his Hallows almost harming you in your old universe." He explained. "Well, now that I have answered your question, what would it be? Would you agree with the contract now?"

Harry looked again to the contract and with determination, he took the pen that was offered, and signed it right on the empty signature space. His signature glowed in white hue for a moment, his magic agreed with the terms.

"Now what?" Harry asked. "When will I go?"

Aion smirked. "That would be... now."

Suddenly, all Harry could see now is darkness.

AUTHOR NOTE: This is my first Harry Potter fanfic in this site. I never read the book- only book seven, but I already watched all HP movies so at least I've got some basic grasp of Harry Potter series. That, and combined with excessive research in HP wikia. This is basically a Humor and Parody fic, so expect characters to be OOC and to my old readers who knew how I write my stories; there may be some depressing stuff mixed with my usual random humor.

Albus Dumbledore bashed only in this chapter. Like what I said in my summary, this feature Good and Supportive!Dumbledore. Harry had experienced a Manipulative!Dumbledore in his old life, but in this new life he will meet a different kind of Dumbledore, one that definitely had no ill-intention to him. So don't confuse Dumbledore that was mentioned in this chapter with the one on the future chapters. The same things also applied to Ron and Ginny. They will be different in the future chapters than this chapter. There will be some characters to be bashed, but I'm not gonna tell which ones lol.

The point is... just don't expect the same thing.