Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter or related characters they belong to J. K. Rowling. OC's are mine.

A/N: I've seen a lot of the characters going back in time to change events by reading the books. This isn't one of those stories. Instead someone goes back in time, but just to give information. See how this affects the timeline.

Part One: The Maker of the Hallows

His black cloak swirled around him as he walked up the stone steps of the school. A place he should never have been to, but had been to too often in recent years. The first time in fifty years had been three years prior when the boy Cedric Diggory had been killed. Yes, you'd have thought he'd collect the soul in that graveyard, but that blasted Tom Riddle was there. Even death couldn't get close to that blasted mortal.

The specter turned as he heard a voice behind him. Ignotus Peverell shook his head as he kneeled next the remains have a child, "This one is too young to have to meet you my old friend."

Death nodded his hooded head, "Too many of the young have died today…" Death waved his hand and the child once more drew breath, "…It makes even my cold heart ache."

Peverell grinned, "You're getting soft in your old age. How did you revive that kid?"

Death glared from beneath his hood, "Do not make me regret letting you accompanying me this day. I could easily send you back. As for the child, his wounds could have gone either way; I just ensured he'd survive."

Peverell shrugged, "Well it could be worse. At least my descendent ended this bloodshed before it became a massacre."

Death turned back into the hall and saw the rows of dead. Shadows swirled around the corpses, until one would hover over the remains and take on some ethereal form. This form would draw out the soul, and escort it to realm of death.

Death himself was here for a very important soul. He'd already received seven pieces and now he wanted the rest. He turned to the nearest shadow, "Where is he?"

The shadow took the form of a shorter hooded specter, "He's in that broom closet." The shadow pointed to a small door just outside the great hall.

Death passed through the door and glared at the remains, "Thought you could escape me did you. You believed you were my master. I'll enjoy torturing you for ages yet to come."

Death did not try to lure the soul from the body, no he shoved his hand into the body's chest and ripping it back out withdrawing a writhing pathetic excuse for a soul. Death only spared it a moment of his time, before he opened his cloak revealing the void of eternity. He tossed the soul remnant into the void and closed his cloak once more.

Exiting the closet he noticed Peverell having a conversation with one of the recently deceased. Death approached and immediately knew the identity of the poor soul. Remus Lupin stood near his wife's remains waiting for her soul to be drawn out, so they could pass on. Death knowing Lupin had been drawn out by the power of the stone, spoke, "I do hope Ignotus is not boring you."

Peverell huffed as he turned to the specter, "I'm just keeping the poor man company until his wife is drawn out. You know you really should have sent more soul collectors on this job. Half these people will be buried before their souls are at rest."

Death glared at Peverell then walked over to the remains of Nymphadora Lupin nee Tonks. Death knelt next to the woman and with the motion of helping her to stand pulled her from her body. Death stepped back and watched as the pair of souls embraced. Remus was comforting his wife, ensuring her their son would be well taken care of.

Death turned to Peverell, "You should return to my realm, and you can escort them there."

Peverell knew when Death wanted to be alone and bowed. He and the Lupins soon faded from the living world.

Death walked the halls of the school many hours later, even after the last of the souls had been drawn away into the cold embrace of death. The specter soon found himself on the seventh floor. He'd heard one of his soul collectors had had some trouble with the soul of a boy that had killed himself with fiend fire.

Death entered the burned out room and felt for the small spark of magic. Yes, the room still worked, he opened his cloak and expelled Voldemort's soul and the seven splintered pieces. Death pointed at the soul fragments and soon they returned to a single form, but the form was nowhere near human. Death picked the deformed soul up, "You will never find rest dark one. Let your fate be a lesson to future wizards who believe themselves beyond my power."

Death stretched his arm and attached the soul to the rim of Dumbledore's glasses. For the rest of eternity Voldemort would be bound to one of his worst enemy's grave.

Death smiled as he thought the punishment was quite befitting. Soon he realized he was not longer alone. Turning he found himself in the company of several other specters. The one closest to him appeared to be a tall wizard; he carried a long staff and wore blue robes with sparkling constellations of stars.

Death bowed his head, "Father…why are you here?"

Eternity spoke with an echoing voice, "We have come to make our judgement. This is the shatter point, if we wish to undo what has been done. We must act now, or allow time to continue. This concerns us all, so we must be united in this decision."

Death bowed, then reaching into the small spark of magic in the room and fed it with his own to bring the room back to life. Soon the room looked like an ancient meeting hall with wooden throne like chairs spaced out in a perfect circle. The eight specters each stood before a chair.

Once they were all in place Eternity spoke again, "We have gathered for a conclave. Each shall name themselves, and what they are master over. I shall begin; I am Eternity, master of all that has been and all that will be."

He turned to his right were Death stood. Death then spoke, "I am Death, master over the souls of the departed."

The blonde female specter next to Death wore a white gown, "I am Victory, mistress of fate."

Next to her stood a short fat balding specter in a blood red robe, "I am Darkness, master of evils that mortals do."

Then, a dark skinned man in green robes, "I am Light, master of all good mortals are capable of."

Next to him stood a dark haired, female specter in purple robes, "I am Magic, mistress of the arcane."

The next specter was another female this one with red hair and wearing glasses, wore yellow robes, "I am Discovery, mistress of invention."

The last was an ancient looking man holding an infant, both in orange robes. When one spoke the other spoke as well causing a kind of stereo voice, "We are Time, master of that which flows uncontrollably forward."

Eternity bowed to his father, "I welcome my family to this place. We have for millennium shaped the course of mortal events, but what has happened here goes against everything we have stood for."

Victory glared at her brother, "None of this would have happened had you not created those blasted hallows."

Death seemed to shrink under his sister's glare, "Do you think I don't know that, but truthfully they had little to do with this war. The death stick didn't even fall into the villain's hand till the final battle."

Discovery turned to Eternity, "Father, they will continue to argue a millennium if you allow them, what course do we have available."

Eternity nodded to his daughter then turned back to the others, "Death, Victory, you've had this argument since Death was consumed by his anger at the loss of those three wizards' souls."

Death huffed loudly and crossed his arms, looking all the part of a petulant child and not the ageless entity that he was. Time then spoke, "The shatter point will soon be past. If we are going to make our judgment then we must hurry and act."

Eternity nodded, "There are only two choices. First, we allow time to proceed uninterrupted, and carry on with fate. Second, we turn back the wheel and actively alter the course of events. This decision must be unanimous; the lesser specters have already voted the decision onto us. State your rulings, I say turn back the wheel."

Time spoke next, "Turn back the wheel."

Discovery, Magic, Light, Darkness, and Victory all ruled to turn back the wheel. It came down to Death, on one side he'd lose many souls, but then he remembered they'd all be his eventually, "I rule to turn back the wheel."

Eternity nodded then raised his hands, "I have stopped the flow, now how will we change the fates of these mortals."

Death spoke, "We will pull a chosen few from a point in time and grant them information that will end this war before it even begins."

Time spoke then, "I cannot pull anyone from further back than the mortal year of 1979."

Death smiled, "Perfect."

Victory glared, "What's so perfect about that year?"

Death turned to his sister, "While I will admit it is not as far back as you may wish, as many had already died by that time. It will allow much that has already happened to be fixed. Also it will allow me time to stop a prophesy from being needed."

Eternity spoke, "Then we are agreed. Time will turn the wheel back to the year 1979; you will gather the chosen mortals by the deadline. On the first day of the second month of that year we will gather in this place once more. We will give the chosen the information it is then up to them how they use this information."

With a blinding flash of light the specters found themselves in the great hall, mortal children where eating, joking, and playing games. Eternity turned to the other specters, "Victory and Death will chose those mortals that we grant information to. Gather them from here, and elsewhere in this world. Give them the desire to enter the Room of Requirement on the specified day."

With that the other specters faded from existence so only Victory and Death remained. Death spoke, "So…who's in charge?"

Suddenly Eternity's voice was heard, "I'm leaving Victory in charge of this assignment."

Death glared at his sister as she smirked evilly back at him.

End Part One.

A/N: This story will be broken up into four to five parts. Please review and tell me what you think.