Harry Potter was the boy who lived, not that he liked to flaunt that title around, he hated his fame. Harry was a 17 year old boy who was the main target of a war between two sides that started years before he was born. The war stopped temporarily when the leader of the dark died, well temporarily., then it started up again, 14 years later. In order for Harry, the one who had the power to stop the war, to win, he had to kill himself, or rather Voldemort, the leader of the dark, had to kill him, Harry had to die in order for Voldemort to die, and that's what he did.
Harry need his eyes and looked around. He was laying on the ground of a very white and clean Kings Cross station. Slowly he stood up and started walking around, confused. He heard a whimpering sound from a head and sped towards it. He stopped in front of a bench, the noise was coming from underneath it. Cautiously, he knelt down, ducking his head down so he could look at what it was.
His eye brows, frowned when he what it was. It seemed to be a small, naked child, curled up on the ground, with raw and rough skin, flayed looking, it looked to be shaking.
"Harry" a dark voice said from behind him.
Immediately, Harry straightened up and spun around. In front of him stood a black cloaked figure, he couldn't see the figures face but he had a feeling he knew who it was.
"Death" Harry guessed.
"Correct" the figure nodded. "Now, we do not have long, so please don't interrupt me. Good. Now, Mr. Potter, I'm going to be blunt about all of this. It is not your time to die nor is this the way you are suppose to die. Now you have two choice. One, you can go back and finish the battle and live a life, one you weren't meant to live. Or two, you can go back, back to when you were years younger, before you knew what magic was, or what Hogwarts was. You can fix things and live the life you were born to live. You can be Harry Potter, a normal wizarding boy."
"Why can't I go back to before I was born, to stop my parents death" Harry asked.
"It was their time" Death told him. "They died for you, it was how it was suppose to be."
Harry frowned but knew not to fight with Death.
"I'll take option two" Harry decided.
Death nodded and waved his hand over Harry. Harry suddenly felt a pull in his mind and body before everything went black
Sorry its so short, I didn't really know how to start it. Sorry.