Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, if I did it would be distinctly worse and less awesome, and Harry would actually have skills instead of just luck.

Prologue

Harry stands in the centre of a ritual circle as he prepares to change the past. His mind wanders to the end of his final battle with Moldywart.

Harry stood victorious over the body of Tom Riddle, nearly all his friends and family dead. Turning from the mangled form of the Dark Lord, Harry watched as Mcgonagal, George, Kingsley, Aberforth and Krum mourned the forms of Hermione, Neville and his grandmother, Luna's Dad, Draco and his mother (turned to the Order's side after the Battle of Hogwarts), Lee Jordan, Amos Diggory, Griphook and a few other Goblins.

Harry closes his eyes, trying to block the painful memories. This proved to be a mistake as the image of Ginny's death outside of the abandoned WWW joke shop.

A small group of Death Eaters had apparated into Diagon Alley as Harry, Ginny, Hermione and Neville were heading to Gringots. The three 19 year olds and Ginny had taken out a few of the Death Eaters, including Bellatrix, before one of them stepped out and hit Ginny with a shredding curse, effectively turning her into a bloody mess of spaghetti. Harry, going into a blind rage, had started firing blasting and killing curses at the remaining Death Eaters.

After that battle Hermione had revealed that the Death Eater that got Ginny was in fact Tom the bartender.

The faces of all the dead flashes before Harry's eyes in no specific order, Mrs Weasley, Fred, Sirius, Seamus, Luna, Lavender, Ron, Susan, Remus, Tonks, the seemingly infinite number of nameless students, Hagrid, Mad-eye, Bill and Fleur at the claws and jaw of Greyback, Charlie, Percy, Arthur, Flitwick, Slughorn, Snape, Amelia Bones, Albus Dumbledore and so many more.

Harry places the Elder wand, Resurrection Stone and Invisibility cloak in front of him as he begins the ritual of summoning Death. The circle begins to glow a blood red as Harry chants, his hands covered in his own blood.

A huge door grows out of the earth, one half white and the other black with an eye in the centre split in the middle each side the opposite colour of the door. The door opens, splitting at the middle so that a half of the eye is on both sides, to reveal a figure hidden by a grey cloak and holding a scythe made of bone with a black blade. Death steps through the door as it slams shut and stumbles over its cloak, tripping and falling flat on its face.

Harry stares at the face down figure of Death and begins the chuckle, for the first time in three years. The chuckle soon becomes full blown laughter as Death slowly gets back onto their feet.

"Shut up mortal." Death growls in a surprisingly female voice, silencing Harry almost instantly as Death's hood falls from her head. "You'd have trouble too if you had to walk around in a heavy cloak and carry a scythe everywhere."

Harry stares blankly at Death, eventually remembering how to speak and stuttering, "Y-You're a w-woman!"

"Yes, I am. Got a problem with that, Descendent of Ignotus?"

"Um, no not really, just surprizing I guess. I was sort of expecting you to be male … anyhow, moving on," Harry says seeing the annoyed expression on Death's rather attractive face. "I want to go back and prevent so many deaths at the hands of the … err … Riddle and his um, minions."

Death growls and mutters "Stupid mortals presuming they could eat me." She straitens and replies "And would do I receive in return?"

"Um … the Deathly hallows?" Harry replies hesitantly. Death's eyes snap to the stone, wand and cloak sitting on the ground, only just noticing them.

"Oh, I was wondering where those got to." She sweeps them off the bloodied soil as a chain wraps around her wrist and connects with Harry's core. Death glares at Harry, hatred burning in her yellow eyes.

"Sorry about that, didn't know if you would agree, but it allows me another bargain, your freedom." Harry says apologetically.

"Fine!" Death snaps, pushing open the doors she had come from. Turning back to Harry she snarls scornfully "Well, are you coming or should I disrobe too Master?" adding the last word as a growl

Harry hesitates for a second before following Death through the Gate.

21 years earlier on July 31st twin boys are born to a strange couple known as the Potters. The only difference between the two being one would have green eyes while the other would have brown.

Neither could know that their family would be destroyed on Halloween the following year or that they would be sent to separate families to be raised in completely different environments. Not knowing that one was destined to defeat the newest Dark Lord, while the other would never be allowed to rest.

By the time this was to come to pass the brown eyed one would be named Nicholas Sirius and the other, slightly older one, named Harry James.

Only 834 words, but it's just a prologue, and I found it difficult to write this, as I had not really given it much thought before now.

The Red Dementor