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Harry groaned softly as she slowly became aware of herself once more.

"I thought I died," she muttered as she sat up and opened her eyes. She froze, taking in the sight of the colorless train platform before her. "Then again maybe I did."

She stood slowly from per position on the ground, stretching on her way up as though she had just woken from a restful night's sleep.

"You're not quite dead yet," a pleasant voice sounded from behind her.

Harry whirled around, reaching for her wand- which was not there.

"Don't worry," the figure said, raising their empty hands to where she could see them. "I couldn't hurt you here even if I wanted to."

"And who might you be?" Harry questioned warily, taking a step back to be out of arm's reach of this mysterious figure.

"I might be anyone or anything," the figure snarked. "But who I am is of no great importance right now."

"Why?"

"Because you likely wouldn't believe me right now, Mistress."

"What-"

"Regardless," the figure interrupted. "I am here to give you a choice. You could go back to the world you just left, you could stay here and watch what happens after your sacrafice, or you could go On."

"Go On? Like- meet my parents, see all the people I've lost On?"

"Correct!" The figure clapped their hands gleefully.

Harry stared into nothingness wistfully. On. She could meet her parents, see Sirius and Remus again, and all of her friends who she lost to Voldemort- she paused, the accepting words on the tip of her tongue. Voldemort. The man who had never ceased trying to kill her since her birth. Who had hurt and killed so many in his goal to rule over magical Britain. If she went on, then who would stop him? Could he even be stopped? How many more people would be hurt or killed if she was selfish and went On.

No. Going on was not an option. Nor was staying in this space. Especially when she had a claim on all three hallows- Harry smiled. She had a claim on all three hallows. She knew who the figure was.

"I suppose I shouldn't be surprised that you met me as a friend, Death."

The figure in front of her laughed gleefully. "I knew you would be able to get it! You are so much more clever than your counterpart in another universe!"

Harry blinked in surprise. "Another universe? What-"

Death shook their head vigorously. "Nope! No! I'm not allowed to say anything more on the subject yet!"

"Yet?"

"Nope! Moving on from that! Have you made a decision yet?"

Harry blinked and shook her head slightly. "Not really," she started slowly. "I know I can't go On. I couldn't exist with the guilt, even if I'm not technically alive."

"Of course you couldn't," death muttered darkly. "Not with how Dumbledoor had you brought up."

Harry shot a questioning look at Death but moved on when they didn't seem inclined to elaborate.

"I don't think that I could stay here either. I would likely go batty within the week looking for something to do."

"Excelent!" Death exclaimed their gloom from a moment earlier seemingly forgotten. "So you have made a decision!"

"I suppose I have," Harry reluctantly admitted, playing with a section of red hair that had escaped its binding. "But I can't help thinking that going back now would be unhelpful to my current situation."

Death paused and cocked their head slightly. "And why would you say that, Mistress?"

"Partially because Voldemort has already killed so many people. The wizarding world has been crippled so effectively that even if I do go and stop him successfully, the wizarding population would likely die out within the next few generations unless something drastic was done such as forcing people to marry and have a minimum of three or four kids! That just wouldn't be effective and any governmental administration trying to enforce that would face severe backlash for infringing on a couple's right to choose offspring."

Death stared at Harry in shock. "I- was not expecting that."

"Yeah? Well, I've had a bit of time to think on the state of the world while my so called friends and I were traipsing across the country hunting horcruxes."

Death chuckled a bit as harry fumed. "Understood, Mistress."

Harry rolled her eyes. "Is there any way to get you to stop calling me that? It makes me sound like I'm some sort of dominatrix."

"No way in any version of hell," Death grinned. "And besides, who said that I'm not into that sort of thing?"

Harry shivered at the gleam that entered death's eye. "Duly noted," she stated as she shuffled a few steps away, causing Death to laugh again.

"Moving on," death said once their laughter had subsided. "You said that that's only part of your reason?"

"Well," Harry started, toying with the small clump of hair again. "The other major reason is that it would mess with my revenge plot. If I went back I would actually have to deal with the deceitful bastards, and I don't think I could do that without killing them. Then the world would likely turn on me again and say that I killed Voldemort only to take his place."

"Ah, Yes." Death nodded sagely, a strange look crossing their face. "You dying as a martyr would inspire the remaining resistance. Then those who had betrayed you would be further vilified by everyone left alive for betraying their savior and protector."

"… and protector?"

Death grinned. "Oh yes! By dying for them you did what your mother did for you. None of Voldemort's spells will work properly against them. And that would be compounded by him trying to wield your wand Mistress!"

Harry froze. Protector. She had done for the defenders of Hogwarts what her mother had done for her. They were safe- well, safe enough. "So they won't need me."

"Need you," Death started slowly. "If they were actually smart they never would have needed you. The fact that they needed you, both as a baby and as a seventeen year old is because they were too caught up in themselves to realize that every single child is given a deadly weapon at age eleven. Or if the 'blood purists' would have realized that all their inbreeding is killing their own magic, then Voldemort's ideology would never have taken root the way it did." Death paused and stared at Harry. "They only needed you the way that they did because of their own damn stupidity."

Hearing that, Harry felt both vindicated, and a bit like she'd received a punch to the gut. She had often bemoaned to Hermione that it was unfair the expectations that the wizarding world heaped upon her. But if pureblood propaganda had never taken root- "Hang on," Harry said excitedly. "If the pureblood propaganda had never taken root, then Voldemort would never have risen to power."

"Yes," Death said slowly, watching with gleaming eyes.

"So, I've already decided to go back- kind of. Sort of- so what if I still go back to the plane of the living, but I go back in time to when I can put a stop to the pure blood supremacy movement!" Harry's eyes shone with excitement as a grin threatened to split her face in two.

Death laughed. A full, deep-bellied laugh that seemed like it could cheer up even the most despairing departed soul. "My goodness," death chortled as they wiped tears from the corners of their eyes. "I've never- oh my word!"

Harry looked on impatiently as Death slowly collected themselves.

"Mistress," Death started. "You have no idea what you are asking."

"I've traveled through time before," Harry stated defensively, remembering the time turner that she used with Hermione to save Sirius.

"Yes. I'm aware." Death was patient now, like a teacher explaining a concept to a child. "However, you were going back mere hours. This would be going back years. You would not exist to run into yourself, but neither would you exist at all. You could not simply show up and proclaim that you are Harry Potter. You would first have to adopt a new Identity and integrate yourself into society once more, as an entirely new person."

"But- what would I do? I'm Harry Potter. That's who I am"

"I suppose it's a good thing I anticipated this then," a new voice cut in.

Harry and death turned to see a tall blonde woman stepping out of a swirling portal of light

"Ah," Death seemed rather put out at the interruption. "Mistress, let me introduce you to my Sister, Time"

Harry blinked. "I- well- um- er- It's Nice to meet you, uh, Miss Time."

Time laughed. "I know, you were expecting me to be some crotchety old man with a beard longer than Dumbledoor's."

Harry nodded mutely.

"Well, here I am!" Time grinned mischievously and twirled, showing off the iridescent material of her skirt as it flared. "I honestly have no idea why they thought that I would be a male presenting entity. But whatever! They'll all meet Death here at some point or another, so why bother? It means nothing in the grand scheme of things."

Death cleared his throat to get Time's attention. "You were here because…" they prompted, looking worn out from Time's constant upbeat chatter.

"Oh! Yes! Thank you Death dearest!" Time turned back to Harry with a determined look on her face and produced a manila folder. "Destiny and I decided to work together to screw Fate over because she's being a bit of a bitch towards you. So, we made an identity for you to assume since destiny knew you would eventually choose to go back in time."

Harry Took the folder and began inspecting the contents carefully.

"We have you set and ready to go as Vulpecula Harriet Peverell, a fifteen year old witch. You were born in England in 1929, and moved with your pureblood father to France at age 8 as your half blood mother had passed on soon after your birth due to complications. You attended Beauxbatons Academy of Magic up until his recent death due to the war with Germany and Grindlewald, when you decided that England and Hogwarts would be safer."

"So-" Harry interrupted, a bit confused. "I'm only going back to the forties?" Harry questioned.

Time nodded, a bright grin taking over her face once more. "Yes! It was as far back as we dared to go. Any sooner and you would have a much harder time integrating into the society what with the restrictions on a woman's movement in society. Damn patriarchal bullshit. And also you are far too outspoken to fit what was expected of a woman's actions back farther. At this point you would be able to justify coming to Hogwarts part way through your education because quite a few people did, and there were very many young men and women left as orphans because of the war."

Harry nodded, then frowned. "What about money, and French? I don't know more than two words of French. And how am I supposed to know whatever they expect me to know from being brought up by my pureblood father?"

"We'll take care of that while you're out," Time stated cheerily. "Just remember when you wake up to go to Gringotts and then expect an owl from Armando Dippett. He's the headmaster at that point and will send someone to help you get settled for Hogwarts. Now. We've been here for quite a while, so we had best send you on your way before Fate gets too curious and decides to check in."

"Wait! But-" Harry stuttered trying to wrap her mind around what was happening.

"Everything will be fine Mistress," Death said from behind her. When they moved there Harry had no idea. "I'll make sure that they didn't go too far over the top for you, and I'll make sure to keep you updated on your revenge via dreams. But for now, Time is right. It's time to send you to your new time."

Before Harry could do anything, Death turned her head to face them and placed a soft kiss on her lips. At the touch, the gleaming white station faded away, and Harry knew no more.

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