He awoke in Godric's Hollow just in time to hear Voldemort kill his father and he watched, helpless, incorporeal, and frustrated beyond measure, as Lily Potter made her sacrifice all over again. As Death pulled him outside (through the wall, no less) he heard a crack and thundering footsteps as someone Apparated into the front garden and dashed upstairs. The noise woke his younger self, and the infant's wailing served as a horrible accompaniment to Snape's broken sobbing.
THAT, Death said, IS A DIFFERENT HARRY. WHAT IS YOUR NAME?
He coughed and wiped his eyes on his sleeve. "Harrison…Black, I suppose."
For a moment, neither of them said anything. They stood behind the house and Harrison's shoes made no imprint in the wet grass. A rumble in the distance grew steadily louder and the sounds of Snape's grief faltered, though little Harry continued to cry. There was a second crack as the Potions Master Disapparated from the upstairs bedroom. And then a memory hit Harrison, quite suddenly, and he strode toward the side of the house.
"Oh! Sirius! Hagrid said that Sirius had leant him his motorbike, that day in the pub, it was ages ago, and –"
Death silently followed Harrison around to the front. He waited, watching, as Reubus Hagrid arrived on the Knight Bus and lumbered inside on his mission to pick up little Harry. Sirius Black and his flying motorbike landed a few moments later and Harrison, eyes shining, called the other man's name and tried to hug him. His arms had no more substance than mist and Sirius, noticing nothing, went right through Harrison as he went to follow Hagrid inside. Harrison staggered a bit and swallowed hard. Death's voice sounded within his head.
DO YOU WANT A BODY?
"A – yes. I – how do I – "
PRACTICE.
"Er, right. Practice."
Hagrid and Sirius came out the front door, talking. Hagrid held a crying bundle in his arms. Sirius gave Hagrid his motorbike and watched as they disappeared into the distance. He looked like he was going to be sick. Once his godfather had Disapparated, Harrison turned toward Death.
"How long before I…?"
YEARS, LITTLE MASTER. POSSIBLY DECADES.
"But you'll teach me?"
Death paused.
RIDDLE IRKS ME. ONLY ONE OTHER WIZARD MISSED HIS APPOINTMENTS THIS THOROUGHLY, AND HE DID IT BY ACCIDENT.
"Right."
They were quiet for another moment.
"There's nothing I can do about Dumbledore putting me with the Dursleys, is there." It wasn't a question, so Death did not answer. Harrison looked into the hooded face, green eyes blazing.
"Take me to Little Winging," He said, and then added, "Please."
Death nodded, and they disappeared.