Harry was floating in darkness for what felt like years, but it really could have been only a couple of seconds, before a blinding bright light started to shine through the darkness. He started to regain feeling in his fingers first, then his arms and legs, before finally he was able to open his eyes.

Once his eyes opened, the blinding light vanished and he found himself sitting in a very modern looking office. He saw a large oak desk with two very comfortable chairs in front of it, and directly across from that, he saw a large stone fireplace. The walls were lined with bookshelves that were completey filled with books of different sizes, languages, and topics. To top off the room, there looked to be some very expensive muggle art tastefully placed around the room. Once Harry realized that he was lying down on a couch it all clicked into place, "Why am I sitting in a muggle psychiatrist office?"

"Ah, well I thought this would be the best venue for us to talk about how ridiculously fucked up your life has been so far," giggled a melodic voice behind Harry.

Harry spun his head around and found arguably the most beautiful woman he had ever seen standing in the doorway. She wore a very tight dress with a muggle blouse and blazer on top, which showcased her amazing legs and other assets. She had silky black hair that ran past her shoulders and piercing silver eyes that seemed to cut right through his soul.

"Well… Fleur has nothing on you," Harry whispered under his breath.

"You are not so bad on the eyes either Peverell," the girl giggled back.

"Wait, ummm…Peverell?"

"Yes, I believe that is what I called you," she responded with a small grin.

"My name is Harry Potter."

"Nice to meet you," she responded with a small curtsy, "I am death."

"Death!?" Harry gasped. "Well…I appreciate your psychiatrist joke, but I'm starting to think that I am actually going to need one. So if you don't mind I think I am going to stay on this couch. Not to mention it is pretty damn comfy," Harry responded with a crooked grin.

"Well aren't those the best type of jokes, funny but true at the same time?"

"That they are Lady Death," Harry chuckled to himself.

"Let us get down to business Peverell," she said as she gracefully moved across the room and sat behind the large oak desk. "I assume you would like to know what Life has decided to throw at you this time?"

"Yah well life is a bitch," Harry said dryly.

"You don't even know the least of it, try growing up with her," Death said with a cute little frown.

"Your sister?"

"Unfortunately, but she's not the worst one in my family."

"Really, now who would that be?"

"That would be Fate. She is about the most annoying cousin one could ever ask for. Unluckily for you, they both seem to have some obsession with you Peverell."

"Well if they are both as beautiful as you, then I'd say I am more lucky than unlucky," Harry said trying to make himself feel slightly less uncomfortable.

"Charming as always," giggled Death. "However, I'd say you are more unlucky than lucky. Fate is the one that keeps throwing these yearly challenges your way, and Life is the one who keeps you alive, so you can get back up only to be knocked back down again."

"Wow! I guess they really are bitches," Harry said as that was the only thing that came to mind.

"That they are Peverell, that they are," sighed Death. "If not for them, you would have been in my tender embrace a long time ago," she added with a wink.

"So what did Fate want with me?" Harry asked while fighting down a blush.

"Just some rubbish about that prophecy you had," answered Death.

"What did it say?"

"It does not matter anymore, but to make a long story short only you could have defeated the Dark Lord."

"And how was I supposed to do that?" Harry laughed incredulously.

"With this," Death said as she pulled out a bleeding fetus that looked eerily similar to Voldemort. "This was the power the Dark Lord knew not."

"Aiiiiiieee!" Harry screamed, hitting an octave he never knew was possible. "What in the name of Merlin is that!?"

"This is the source of all your pain these past few years," Death replied. "This is a horcrux, and it has been living behind that badass scar of yours all these years."

"W-w-w-what's a horcrux?" Harry managed to stammer out.

"Well…it is a piece of Voldemort's soul that he ripped apart, and it accidently found its way in your scar when he couldn't kill you the first time."

"So a piece of Tom was living inside my head since I was a year old?"

"Yup!" responded Death, popping the p at the end.

Harry was speechless and was very glad that he was lying down on the coach, because if he wasn't he probably would have fainted and fallen over by now. "What do you mean by accidentally put it in my scar?" Harry asked trying to get back on track.

"Accidentally, because he did not want to put his soul in you. He wanted to make another Horcrux after he killed you, to further his immortality," Death spat out in disgust. "Bloody idiot thinks he can get away from me. I'll show him…" Death mumbled out with an evil looking grin.

"Wait! Immortality!? He made more than one!?" Harry yelled out.

"Yes, the bloody wanker can't be killed until all the horcruxes are gone, and he made seven of them," answered Death.

"Can you tell me what they are and where?"

"As much as I would love to, I can't. Fate would be one angry girl, and I don't want to deal with her when she is angry. I can tell you that the one in you is gone, one of them was recently made, and one you already destroyed in the past." Death responded with a small smirk.

Harry sat there and thought logically for a second, and deduced that the one he already destroyed most likely was the diary. While the one he made most recently would probably be something that is always near him…like the snake! "The diary, and Nagini?" Harry asked hopefully.

"I can neither confirm nor deny," Death said with a wink.

"You were speaking to me like Life and Fate still have plans for me," Harry stated.

"That they do Peverell, that they do," she smiled sadly.

"How is that even possible?"

"It all goes back to that horcrux in your forehead. When Riddle hit you with the killing curse that last time, it killed a soul like it was supposed to…but it killed his soul piece rather than you."

"So I'll be going back?" Harry asked hopefully.

"Yes, you will definitely be going back. But because of the extravagant way in which you went out, you might be going back quite a bit farther than you might think." After seeing his blank look Death continued, "due to the power behind the killing curse it activated the sands of time that was so conveniently surrounding you when you got hit."

"So I'm going back in time…?" Harry slowly asked almost as if he was afraid of the answer he would get.

"Bingo! You will be heading back to the summer of 1975 to be precise, where your adventure will continue," Death answered with a giggle. "And before you ask, your old world is officially gone. So you no longer have to worry about altering the timeline."

"This sounds more like a second chance at life," Harry said with a smile.

"Well…you could look at it like that. But, you still will have the prophecy hanging over your head," Death added sadly.

"What!?" Harry exclaimed. "I thought it wouldn't apply to me anymore?"

"Like I said Fate is a bitch," replied Death. "She will take it upon herself to come up with a new prophecy that will once again apply to you."

"Fuck." Harry stated. "Why?"

"Because you have the power that he knows not," she said simply.

"Which would be?"

"You are a Peverell."

"Yes, I gathered that already. What exactly does that entail?"

"Well, the Peverell's were a very ancient, noble and powerful family that came from the times of Merlin and Morganna, they actually were quite good friends with them if I remember correctly," she said with a look of reminiscence of her face. "The real power comes from three of your ancestors: Antioch, Cadmus, and Ignotus." An evil smirk then crossed Death's face as she added, "Antioch and Cadmus sadly died before they could have their own children, but Ignotus managed to continue the line. That is until it was married and absorbed into the Potter line."

"Okay, that is actually pretty interesting," Harry said, enjoying actually hearing something about his family for once. "But that would mean all Potters are Peverell's so what is so special about me?"

"Ah, you are special because you are the first real Peverell since the three brothers. You are The Peverell, his blood runs in your veins."

"I'm sorry, I did not know that death was a Buddhist," Harry said sarcastically. "Are you telling me I am the reincarnation of Ignotus?"

"Reincarnation? No. Buddhist? No, that would be my cousin Destiny," Death said while trying to control her giggles. "I would say you are more of an improved version of Ignotus, which is the best compliment I can give seeing as he was quite the specimen," Death added with a lust filled gaze at Harry.

"I don't understand; I have never been very powerful or skilled in magic before, how can I be an improved version of Ignotus?" Harry asked trying to avoid direct eye contact with Death.

"That would be the by-product of your magic being leeched off by the soul piece in your head, while the rest of your magic was fighting it off preventing it from taking over your body," explained Death. "With the horcrux gone, your magic will be completely yours to control and to do with as you please."

"So will I be as powerful as when I killed all those Death Eaters?" Harry asked hopefully.

"No." Death replied, causing Harry to deflate. "That power you had, was 15 years of leeched off magical energy released in a moment of fury in its purest form, from the horcrux."

"Is that why my wand disintegrated?"

"Yes that would be why. Trust me Peverell, you will have magical power that few could ever come near; however, power is not everything. You must work to control your magic, manipulate it, and have a finesse that even the most famous artists and musicians would envy."

"That sounds more like it," Harry replied with a crooked grin. Harry was very excited at the prospect of his magic being entirely his own for once, and not having to fight himself in order to get the results he desired. He even found that it was much easier to think logically and creatively ever since the soul piece was removed from his scar.

"Well, all I have left are three pieces of advice," Death said breaking the silence. "First, I recommend you head to Gringotts. Second, I recommend you buy The Tales of Beedle the Bard. And finally, I recommend you have some fun this time around on your adventure," Death concluded with a smirk.

"Thank you very much Lady Death," Harry said with a little bow. "Hopefully I won't be seeing you around until I am old and wrinkly," he added with a wink and the famous Potter grin spread across his face.

"Just head through the door and you will return Peverell," Death instructed. Just as Harry walked through the open door, Death spoke one last time with a genuine smile on her face, "I will see you soon old friend."

AN

Seeing as this is the first FanFiction I have ever written, it would be nice to receive some reviews to let me know how you feel about the story. Maybe even some ideas on how to improve the story, or how to improve as a writer as well.