Harry needed a break from his job as master of death.

It wasn't a hard job, it just meant he was reborn every time he died, starting another life, in an new body over again.

The first time that happened he was so excited to save everyone he loved: his parents, godfather, and friends, except they did not need saving after all.

Death told him, no showed him, Lilian and William Porter, formerly known as Lily and James Potter, and their second son, Mark 'Porter'. Sirius came out of the veil and left England to make another life for himself, just like he'd planned from the beginning.

He didn't believe Death, of course, who assured him that it could not lie to it's Master. He still denied it, and Death didn't argue anymore, taking him back to his birth and leaving him to figure it out for himself.

Being an adult in the body of a baby was… uncomfortable. He had no control over his movements for the first few months and was utterly humiliated at the idea of drinking from his mother's breast. Thankfully Lily seemed to share his thoughts and fed him with a bottle.

A year later he was playing with Padfoot when Dumbledore arrived and tried to lift him. Being the good baby he was, he screamed and cried until the old coot put him down. He smirked- or the equivalent of an infant smirking- at the irritation in the face of the manipulative fool. His satisfaction didn't last long; he heard his parents confirm what Death told him. Dumbledore had come to give them their fake papers; they told him they were just waiting for the day. He listened as they planned to switch with two other people disguised as them thanks to polyjuice potion and would leave him with Petunia if he survived.

"Of course he will survive. He is the Chosen One." said Lily, the prophecy replaying in her head.

Harry spent that night crying silently. He jumped when he felt Death's presence near him; in the blink of an eye they were in a white room and Harry was back to his teen body.

"Tell me everything."

And Death told him how his parents had planned to reveal themselves after he defeated Voldemort but they forgot about him on the way, living happily with their second son. He told him how they took the money from the Potter vault and put it in another one with their new name, Porter. If Harry hadn't died when he did, he would have found his family vault empty the next time he visited the bank.

Harry fell to his knees crying, feeling betrayed when Death added the last straw. His friends, mainly Weasly and Granger, were actually not really his friends; the Weasleys were getting paid to put up with him.

"Not all of them." Death reminded him, just his excuse of a best friend, his so-called wife and mother-in-law. Granger on the other hand, had wanted the knowledge that came with being friends with someone as influential as him. She knew as a muggleborn she wouldn't be accepted in a job worthy of her; the money was just a bonus. By the time Death finished Harry was feeling numb. He thanked Death and returned to his infant body.

His second life wasn't much different than his first, except he was sorted into Hufflepuff and pretended he was a weakling that could not and would not defeat the Dark Lord. That was a cover of course; behind his naїve Hufflepuff facade he was looking into everything he could. He began with going to Gringotts and changing the account manager from Griphook to Silverclaw; Death told him that the previous Potter account manager was in league with his parents, so he had to change it. Death also advised him to reveal to the goblins his master of death status.

After recovering from his shock, they worked out a plan: whoever Harry was reborn as he will request Silverclaw as his manager, the latter would know then it was him.

with a few more security measures of course; just in case Harry was reborn in the past, Silverclaw wrote a letter to his past self explaining everything, sealed it with his blood and gave it to Harry, who passed it to Death for safety.

And just like that, every time Harry was back to the world of the living, he would move everything he owned to a new vault under the name Hades; it sufficed to say that he had a big fortune waiting to be wasted.

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