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Prologue

He stood there all alone, in the ruins of the place which had been like a home to him. He was all that was left alive among the ones who had fought in the war. Voldemort, along with his Death Eaters were all defeated, however, the so-called light side also faced several casualties. All of his friends died, and he was probably the only magical being left in all of Britain.

Harry let out a string of curses at Voldemort. They had the upper hand in the war and most of the Death Eaters were finally defeated, until it was just Voldemort and his lieutenant, Bellatrix.

No one, however, realized how desperate Voldemort was in his want to live forever. Though they had destroyed all of Voldemort's Horcruxes, Voldemort had found another way to cheat death.

Despite all of his bad traits, none could dispute the fact that Voldemort was a prodigy, one that came only once in every generation. He had linked the central ward stone of Hogwarts into a giant magical bomb, set to explode with his demise.

As Voldemort had died by the backlash of the killing curse as the Elder Wand had rejected him, the ward stone exploded releasing all the magic present within Hogwarts, ripping the very fabric of reality, effectively killing almost everybody there and succeeding in somehow reviving Tom.

Only Harry's place as the Master of Death saved him from the magical rush and he was just knocked unconscious under some rubble. When Harry came to, he saw the bodies of Ron, Hermione, the other Weasleys, his professors and everybody else who had fought alongside him in the war.

Harry wept miserably at their deaths for a long time. After nearly a day of wallowing, Harry got up, despair and anguish turned to anger and hate at Voldemort.

Voldemort, who had been severely weakened had fled to heal and recruit more followers, began to attack the Wizarding World at large. He faced almost no opposition in his attempts except for Harry who fought him when he managed to catch up with him.

The Second Wizarding War against Voldemort had reduced into a game of cat and mouse, with Harry as the cat.

One by one Voldemort's followers fell at Harry's side, and as the Master of Death, there was not much the Death Eaters or Voldemort himself could do to Harry.

Their favorite spell 'Avada Kedavra' was useless against him. And Harry had gained an insane sensitivity towards Magic that let him sense magic like never before. In addition to that Harry's already large Magical Core had grown too.

It was only a time before Harry hunted down all the Death Eater and Voldemort was left all alone. The Damage done to the Wizarding World, however, was irreparable. Almost of the Wizarding societies worldwide were either wiped out or disabled beyond recovery, with only a few scant survivors.

Ironically, the two titans clashed at the same spot which had once been like another home to both of them.

The last Duel in the ruins saw Harry as the victor, he was exhausted, though, from the battle.

'Now I can finally die in peace' Harry thought to himself as he closed his eyes.

Harry opened his eyes to find himself in the same place he had been only it looked as if everything was in greyscale.

"Are you satisfied with the outcome of the fight." A voice said from behind him.

Harry turned around reaching into his coat to draw his wands only to find them missing. A dark chuckle caused him to look at the person standing in front of him.

He wore a black cloak and a hood covered his face. The only thing that were visible were a pair of glowing yellow eyes.

"Who are you?" Harry asked warily, he had never had a good experience with hooded figures in his lives.

''I'm known by many names throughout the world, though you could call me Death." He said in his creepy voice. Somehow, Harry got the feeling he was grinning under the hood.

''You have another option as the Master of Death," Death continued, "You could simply choose to relive your life again, perhaps get another chance with friends and family."

Harry thought for sometime about this before asking "What do I have to give in exchange." He had learned not much comes without a price to pay in the Wizarding World and almost all miracles required some sacrifice.

If possible, Harry could swear he felt the grin get wider.

''All you have to do is relinquish the Hallows back to me." Death said.

Seeing Harry's confused look Death decided to explain

"I gave the Hallows to three brothers. Mortals were never meant to wield them. You have seen the amount of Death and Destruction caused by the Hallows. The one who obtains all three, would then be able to exchange the Hallows with a wish granted by me. Hence a person who own all three of them was known as Master of Death."

"So you mean to say I could go back, but I would lose the wand, cloak and stone, along with my newfound skills."

"No, the skills you obtained are the result of being the true owner of the Hallows. They will stay with you, just the Hallows shall be taken back by me. So do you accept?"

"Yes" Harry replied without any hesitation. This time he would save everybody, even if he had to wage a was by himself.

"hehehehe" Death chuckled before snapping his fingers causing Harry's vision to spiral into darkness. As he was losing his vision, he thought that maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all.

Harry slowly opened his eyes to see a white expanse in front of him. He looked around him, there was nothing around him, just plain whiteness around him as far as he could see.

'Where am I?' Harry thought to himself.

"You are in the void, about to enter a new world." A voice said behind him.

Harry quickly spun around to see a white figure materializing. The only thing which distinguished him from the surroundings was a dark outline.

"Who are you?" Harry asked.

The figure chuckled for sometime before replying, ''Forgot me so quickly, I'm hurt, after all I'm ding for you." He paused before continuing. "I'm death."

Harry was shocked, the being in front of him was white except for the dark outline. On the other hand, the death figure Harry had met before was covered in dark cloak, and though Harry could not remember seeing his face, he definitely remembered those eerie glowing eyes.

"You are death, but how is that possible. When I met you earlier, you were quite different. Even your voice was different."

Death smirked at Harry's question.

"What you must understand, young Potter is that everything begins and ends with the void." Death paused. "The void is simply a manifestation of that and I too change whether it is to create, or it is to destroy. A deity does not have a fixed form they represent their current nature. Can you follow me so far?" Death asked Harry.

Harry gave a slow nod in return. Seeing the nod Death smiled once more before continuing.

"When you met me before, you had given up all hope and were waiting for me to claim you, now its time for your Genesis in a new world. Hence the void has now changed to represent creation and even I have changed my form."

Harry nodded again before another question popped up in his head.

"Okay, but what do you mean by new world? I thought you said that you were going to send me to my past."

Death sighed, before looking at Harry.

"Harry, you must realize that I'm not God. The manipulation of time-space is bordering on the realm of God. No deity other than God himself can reverse time and send you into the past. What I'm doing here is simply transferring you from one universe into one of the many other universes that exist in the multiverse."

"But some humans have even managed to create time turners, that enable them to go back in time." Harry interrupted him.

Death gave an annoyed look at Harry for interrupting him, before answering.

"God made humans in his own image, He gave them the ability to do things that are restricted even to several dieties. Now as I was saying before you interrupted me," Here Death again gave a pointed look at Harry "There are some restrictions even to the world I am going to send you to. I've brought you here to explain that to you. Better get comfortable this discussion might take a while."

Death waved his hand and a couch formed behind Harry, who sat down on it.

"The Universe has several rules. One of which is that no two similar existences can continue in the same world at the same time. The universe would recognize you as an anomaly and try to erase you. You would disappear before you could do much to change anything. So the world I'm going to send you in has no Boy-Who-Lived."

Harry, upon hearing this was shocked. Seeing his shocked look Death raised his hands before Harry could ask him a question.

"There however, is a Girl-Who-Lived and apart form that almost everyone else from your world is there and its mostly the same, don't be surprised however, if someone behaves in a way you are unfamiliar with. Oh and one more thing, your parents are alive and well in this world. Voldemort, didn't kill them as they were not at home at that time."

To say Harry was shocked was an understatement. Death again smirked seeing his expression.

"Now you'll arrive at the time of the Quidditch World Cup. And be careful of keeping your dimensional jumping secret. There is no telling what people may do if they find of the truth."

Death again paused for a couple of moment. "Now for a few new skills, as you have returned the Hallows back to me you have gained some Animagus transformation in exchange of the Hallows. You have gained the Phoenix, Unicorn and Basilisk transformation in exchange for the cloak, stone and wand . Moreover, as these are magical Animagus forms, you shall have minor passive abilities even in your human form. Now Do you have any questions?" he asked.

"Which all abilities will I gain?"

Death smirked at him.

"That's for me to know and you to find out. Anything else."

Harry glared at him for sometime, but seeing as it had no effect on Death, he gave up his glare and shook his head.

"Okay, now for the last topic, one person wants to meet with you before you enter the world. He can help you set up an identity here."

Death waved his hand and a man appeared in front of Harry. He had silver hair that reached his shoulders, green eyes and an aristocratic look on his face. He was tall, over 6 feet in height, and had broad shoulders. He wore a black wizarding robe embroidered with green and silver. Overall, he looked extremely handsome, like an ideal king or noble should.

The man bowed in front of Harry, he rose and looked Harry in the eyes.

"Greetings, Mr. Potter, my name is Salazar Slytherin, co-founder of Hogwarts and patron of the Noble house of Slytherin."

Harry immediately went on guard, here was one of his least favorite founders on front of him. Salazar upon seeing Harry's change in demeanor gave a bitter laugh.

"What has my house become, if just my name causes people to look coldly upon me." Salazar said sadly.

"Well you have never done anything to endear yourself to the others. Your Pureblood dogma is what caused several families to look down on the Muggle children. You went so far as to create the Chamber of Secrets to kill those of whom you deemed unworthy of studying in Hogwarts. Do you know how many people nearly died due to the Basilisk?" Harry said nearly shouting at Salazar towards the end. Salazar sighed sadly at Harry's words.

"Slytherin house is not the house for purebloods only. The House of Slytherin looks only for ambition. Why would I detest Muggleborns, when my wife was a Muggleborn?" Slytherin said.

Harry was shocked, and was gaping like a fish. Death chuckled at Harry's expression Slytherin paid no attention to it and continued.

"The Chamber of Secrets was not made to kill Muggleborns, rather it was a safe haven for one of my pet creatures, the Basilisk. The location of the Chamber is passed down throughout my family line and my lineage is responsible for taking care of the Basilisk. Do you think that Tom was the first person to open the Chamber? He was just the first person to bind the Basilisk to his will and use the Chamber for his own means."

"But you are known throughout History as one who hates Muggleborns, how can you get such a reputation if there wasn't at least some truth in it." Harry questioned.

"Mr. Potter you must realize that I loved my wife above all else. It is a sad fact that most of the things during the time of the founders were clouded in the history and not much is known in the modern era. Also most of the Slytherin house members were ambitious. In order to gain popularity with the old and powerful houses they spread their dogma of Pureblood supremacy in my name. Throughout the ages, these lies became a part of history and almost all people believed it, though, it cannot be further from the truth."

"But why are you telling me all of this?'' Harry asked him.

''I'm telling you this because I have a request of you, Mr. Potter. Because of certain events which have transpired in your own world, you have become my magical successor. That is, though you have no blood relation with me, Magic itself has chosen you as my successor."

Slytherin gave Harry another bow, and continued while bowing ''I, Salazar Slytherin ask you to clear this taint that has befallen my name, and to restore the Proud and Noble House of Slytherin to its former glory from the so-called snake pit it has become."

Harry was shocked, Salazar Slytherin was undoubtedly a very prideful man. To bow before him and ask a request must have been very hard on Salazar but even then he had asked it.

''I… I… accept" Harry said uncertainly after thinking for sometime.

"Very good, now that you have gotten an identity in the new world we can send you there." Death said clapping his hands

'WAIT WAIT, what is this about me getting an identity?" Harry asked Death,

"Did you really think that you could go into the world as Harry Potter. When you show yourself, there will be tests to verify your heritage and then it will come to light that you are not only a Potter, but also the son of James and Lily. That would open a new can of questions and cause several headaches. All future events can become unpredictable, and your knowledge of the future would be of little help. Thus you shall be known as Harry Slytherin, descendant of the most Noble house of Slytherin. Any check performed would only confirm the claim, as Magic has indeed chosen you as his successor." Death said.

Harry looked pensive at losing the name he had carried since birth, however he understood Death's logic.

''Okay, I can see the advantages in adopting the Slytherin title, and I also accept your request to change the reputation of Slytherin from within. Now is there any other revelation you wish to tell me about?" He asked.

Death shook his head; Salazar however spoke up "Can I ask you to take care of the Basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets?"

"But Death said that I would return during the time of the Quidditch World Cup. The Basilisk was dead by that time."

"Basilisks are a rare creature, hunted for their hide and teeth which are very expensive as they are used as potion ingredients. The Chamber is a safe haven for the Basilisks. There is a young Basilisk in the Chamber, Tom just used the oldest and the most powerful Basilisk as he cared nothing for the creature. He just wanted to fulfil his ambitions through any means. He saw no need to take care of the young Basilisk as it was not old enough to kill with its sight. The poor thing is now all alone in the Chamber, please take care of it."

''Okay, I'll try my best." Harry replied.

"Thank you Mr. Potter, I'm truly grateful that you are taking up my name and I'm sure that you will be able to bring back honour to my name."

Harry nodded once to Salazar who nodded back.

''Okay, now its time to send the lad on his way." Death said.

Harry opened his mouth to say something but Death waved his hands and Harry disappeared in a bright flash.

A person feels smothered from all sides when he apparates. He felt his body being smashed into a paste.

PAIN

Intense pain, the likes of which he had rarely felt in his life assaulted his senses. But before he could scream he found himself in a field with several people scattering and running around wildly.

Looking around he realized that he had landed in the location of the Quidditch World Cup. His expression then became grim as he realized that the Death Eaters had probably began attacking the spectators.A painful scream, which sounded female brought him out of his thoughts.

He rushed towards the source of the sound cutting through the crowd. He could hear several people shouting at him to stop, but he ignored them and continued to head in the direction of the scream. When he finally reached a clearing his blood boiled at what he saw.

Author Notes

Special Thanks for desireejones99 for giving me her input. This chapter is extended thanks to her.

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