Harry Potter the Master of Death
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This story begins in the forest immediately after Voldemort tries to kill him when he gives himself up.
Chapter 1 Meeting Death
Harry was lying on a flat surface the first thought that came to his head was 'am I dead', however he was not he deduced that if he could feel and think he had to exist in some manner so he opened his eyes not knowing what to expect. He found himself in an area that resembled King's Cross he slowly stood up and looked around.
"Harry James Potter" he turned around and saw a figure that resembled the stories of the Grim Reaper. "You must be death" Harry said this with an air of bravery and confidence he defiantly did not feel. "Yes however you are the master of Death and your selfless sacrifice has been in vain, the Horcrux he destroyed will corrupt you in this world leading to the destruction of those whom you love. You can choose this path; go through the veil to the land of the dead, return as a ghost. There is one other path you may choose you may return to any point in the past and try again. You will be a Horcrux but with your foreknowledge of the future the knowledge that you gain from it will not drive others away from you. "
"You mean to tell me that if I choose to return to life I will go dark." "Yes, but if you go to the past you can avoid the current situation which would drive you further down the path than Tom Riddle has even gone down." "What do you mean?" The figure of death sighed "I mean that this battle will be won by you, but if you return but you will lose everything." Harry gulped nervously he couldn't believe it but he had no choice to. With his knowledge of the future he could stop the madness of his reality and save hundreds of people. Also now that he thought of it he could spend more time with Ginny get together sooner, much sooner. At this he smiled maybe things wouldn't be so bad after all.
"Very well I will return to the past and the time I choose will be in my 2nd year right before I enter the Chamber Of Secret's after Lockhart." The figure of Death nodded, "So mote be it."
Once Death spoke those words Harry had the sensation of the familiar hook behind the navel. Harry could see in the whirl of colors however his own life, starting in the forest when Voldemort cursed him, all the way back as though viewing a muggle tape being rewound. The sensation ended when Harry and Ron were standing outside the girl's bathroom. Harry however felt himself shrink at this point and he could also feel his magical core merge with that if his former self.