Harry opened his eyes and looked around and saw he was in some type of train station. It was white and spotless. He looked down at himself and saw he still had on his biker outfit. Matted with blood and and a hole in his chest bleeding this gold liquid that felt like blood.

He saw a booth and walked up to it. The teller was covered even his hands had white gloves to cover what he is.

"Where am I?" Harry asked. The ticket taker had an aura of happiness. "I'm glad you asked Harrison James Potter. This is the train station of light. The judge of which afterlife you will be sent to."

"Which? Aren't there only 2?" Harry asked confused.

With a joyous laugh the teller said "this is where every religious ending goes. Each train has the corresponding ending."

"So how do I?" Harry said.

The teller chuckled and said "your tickets in your pocket. A silver slip of paper."

Harry reached in and found a black metallic slip.

The teller accepted the ticket with caution and studied it. "My my you're a lucky one. Last person with this kind of ticket was a powerful wizard. Melben? No. Mikel?"

"Marlin?" Harry said. "Yes yes that was his name he became. Oh sorry I can't say it will spoil it. That door over there."

Harry walked in and saw a skeleton with a black suit on and on a hook behind him was a cloak and a scythe.

"Hello?" Harry said.

"Oh it's you again. The boy who can't stay dead. Get over here and sit. We have to talk."

Harry sat down and asked what this was.

"You have a habit of dying kid.

Age 3 bleeding out.

Age 4 drowned.

Age 6 burned to death.

Age 7 ran over.

Age 8 shot by uncle.

Age 11 neck snap.

Age 13 Dementor fucking. (Explain at bottom)

Age 14 crushed

Age 14 drowned

Age 15 following your godfather into the veil.

" hey half of that isn't my fault." Harry said.

Death sighed and said "yes I know but seriously? Dementor fucking? I know you were low on options but seriously."

(Half his soul was ripped out and given to his daughter. And that's where baby dementors in my story come from.)

"Whatever so I die a lot why am I here?" Harry said.

"You're not really going to any current afterlife. You're going to your own." Death said.

"My own?" "Yes your a god now." Death said.

"How?" Harry asked confused.

Death reached over his desk and slapped Harry. It didn't hurt but still.

"You have my hollows, the sword of Gryffindor and are fused with the bounty Hunter of the dead. You are a god." Death said.

"Ok. So what are my options?"

"Either stay here be a god and never physically enter the mortal realm again." "Next."

"Or use your power to edit your history a bit and redo your life." Death said.

"Edit hu?" Harry said looking at his hands.

"But be warned. Don't edit too much with your powers. To prevent the worse you need to fix certain mistakes yourself." "Can I still" "fine I'll schedule that one under important."

Harry looked at a map and started changing things

After a few things death said "you realize once you go back down your 'all-powerful' becomes void right?"

"I know. Hey what about Hermione?" Harry said.

"Granger? She's in magic afterlife. You could just take her out of it before she gets too attached to it."

Harry nodded and made the final details he could.

"Great just sign this and" "hold on. One last detail."

Harry ripped out his own magic core and it broke off 2 smaller pieces. The cores glowed and there was a flash.

There stood Control and insanity in their own body's.

"Holy shit we have our own body's!" Insanity said cheering.

"Very interesting." Control said.

"Congratulations, you're now my brother's Wade and Conner Potter."

"I'm Wade Potter and I approve this message."

"Ok boys we're goin back to year 3. The plan is control acts as me while me and Wade kill Ronny boy's rat. We make sure not to make the same mistakes. It's before the dementor fucking and I'd like to let that go the same as it did."

"Just sign the damn paper!" Death said.

The paper was signed and the brothers woke up in the forbidden forest.

They made their way to the castle and to the room.

Right their sleeping in his cage was scabbers.

'How you wanna do this Harry?' Conner asked.

'Just kill him! It's a rat! Worst case is a 8 sickle fine.' Wade said.

'I've got an idea.' Harry said.

"Asino rat." Harry summoned a nameless rat and made him look like scabbers.

'Nice. Now let's find Padfoot.'

Done

Ok I get Voldemort fight was a little underdone but I needed a way to get Harry to give his voices a body. They still share a mental track and share Harry's rider strength.

They only have a 5 ton lifting ability while Harry has 15.

A dementor has no soul. The concept is the parent's breath part of theirs in at time of conception. This explains why it temporally stopped Harry's heart and Voldemort can't reproduce. Voldemort doesn't have enough to actually make a child.

Review or the twilight movies will be remade. Please review don't let it happen?

A friend is pestering me to write on and I don't wanna.