Disclaimer : This story is not for money. Harry Potter Universe, characters, location, excluding some original spell from my self and the story plot is J.K's
It's cold.
It's dark.
Silence
But it brings peace to him.
Sighing in relief the small figure turning his head left and right.
He searches.
He Hope.
But There's NOTHING.
No one welcomed him
No one
He ALONE
"No you're not, Master."
The scene, the darkness in front of him disappears, replaced with kings cross-station, ironic. The place where he decided to goes back to his shitty life, ten years ago.
"You're not alone, Master. You have me."
Harry blinking owlishly, staring at the figure that popping out from nowhere, skeletal hands changing to human flesh, gripping its scythe tightly, clock billowing, which Harry curled his lips amused, almost like his father's.
His torture and suffering that kept him silent in his life before have prevent him from jumping like a loon, even though his heart hammering inside his rib cages, almost jumping out of his body.
"Who…"
"I'm you're only servant, Master. Your eternal servant."
"I have not slave anybody to me."
The entity, which now have aristocrat face that suspiciously to similar to Sirius late father's, Orion Black, laughing, his baritone voice kept switching to a genderless voice every time he laugh.
"Silly human. You are my master all right. The only human I serve willingly, protect willingly, and cherished willingly."
"But I never bound someone to me before. And yes, I was a human. So do you."
Smirking, black endless pitch black eyes looking at him. Amused. Like he just make a successful joke.
"Yet you are, Master. You've bound me. When my cloaks, the stone, and the wand become one, I become you're humble servant. Who served this pure soul of yours willingly."
"What? I don't under-" Harry's eyes widen. Flashes of his memory flew back towards Ron's word.
It's our childhood tales mate, Mum's usually told us the story before sleep. Something about Tales of The Three Brothers I think.
His memories playing Xenophilius' word again and again, hammering in his memories.
The stories. The legend. They are real. The Wand, The Stone, The Cloak… It's real. They called the Deathly Hallow. Gifts from death, wand killed the first brother. Stone drive the second to insanity. Cloak protects the third until he welcomed death like an old friend.
Eyes widening in realization, Harry stared at the entities that now stand beside him.
"You're death."
Death smiled, revealing perfect white teeth to Harry.
"Correct Master. It's a honor to be your servant and to meet you for the first time, but, I'm afraid, I'm not fond of the life fate have choose for you."
"Decide?" Echoed Harry.
"Lucky me, when you decide to keep the cloak and stone in your pocket that day, while you catch the wand, you've mastered me."
"B-but I. I just want to rest. I've lived my life to the fullest. I've suffering to the end. Isn't that enough?" Emotion and anger started to grow in his chest.
"And indeed you are master. Indeed you are."
Unfortunately, he knew there is a But in his words
"But, as my master, one of the consequences is that you will never cease to die, master."
His small and frail figure started to shake, desperate sobs echoed in the empty place.
"No! It can't be. I just want this to over! I don't want to be your master. I just want my darlings. I want my brothers. I want my fathers and my mother. I'VE SUFFERED ENOUGH. I just want a peace!"
Small, scarred hands clenching the black, hollow cloak of Death. He didn't care. He just wants this to end. Why is it so hard to get what he wished for?
"But I can grand your wish Master, anything. Except to bring back the soul I taken to live. I can give you a new life, new dimension, new adventure, I can give you anything."
Teary emerald eyes perk at that.
"Anything?"
"Indeed, little one." Chuckled death
Licking his lips in anticipation, Harry's mind turning, flashes of Arthur, Bill, Charlie, Sirius, Remus…
Twins…
Ron…
A crazy proposition appeared in his mind, crazy indeed, but Death's word convince him further than he should, the tempting offer still stand, as long as he had Death by his side…
"C-can I. Can I go back in time? To my own timeline, go back to where I was in my second year." So, so he can prevent anything that will happened in the future. And with the deities by his side, he sure he can do it.
"Why second year master? I can even take you before your parents born. I can-" Death's word cut itself. Black eyes flash in amusement, fondness, and understanding.
"Yes master, I shall take you there, so you can met your beaus once again."
Harry flushes himself red as a beet hearing death's word.
"T-They're not my beaus, Ron and Twins are my brother in anything but blood."
Death chuckled in amusement seeing his little master's embarrassments.
"But it is for the others, aren't I'm right, Master?" Death genderless voice one again appear as he laughing at Harry who pouting and blushing at the same time.
"So you shall master, so you shall. But first." His annoyed voice echoed, before he stuck his hand. STUCK HIS HAND. Into Harry's chest, and pulling something that leeching inside his master magical core.
The King's Cross Station went disarray with the sudden explosion of energy that got out of Harry's body, while the now small boy, fell down to the floor, panting.
"W-What. What the fuck is that?" He grimaced, clutching his chest that felt like someone just had ripped his heart out of his body.
"That master is the block that place at your core, by too many-names Albus Fucking Dumbledore."
Death cooed at his master, running his now skeletal hands through the raven locks fondly.
"Now's the time master. You already known what is the first thing to do when you woke up at the smallest bedroom, 4 Privet Drive, Surrey."
"Wait, Death!" Harry clutching the skeletal hands desperately in his now tiny hands.
"Will you. Will you be there with me?" asked Harry shyly.
"Of course master, just call my name, and I'll be there. Here, a protection from me."
Death stroking the lightning bolt scars in Harry's head. It's vanished without a trace, as the soul contained in it has lost many years ago in the future. A kind of tattoo, circling in Harrys upper left arm appeared.
"And as a heart shock for that old coot, Master. Just tell him that your scar vanished suddenly the second day you woke up in the Dursleys' house." Genderless voice chuckled, before Harry finally closing his eyes, smiling as Death sends his soul into his twelve years old body.
"You shall be happy at last, Little Master."
Harry groan, before shutting his mouth with his hand went he fell down to the floor from his old, rickety mattress. Looking at his now smaller hand, he then jump to the corner of the room, picking the floorboards and snatching a little mirror he remembered nicked from Marge's ugly purse.
It's gone. His scar is gone.
His mark is GONE.
Grinning, he focused his magic, letting it flow freely, caressing him. He breath in relief and opening his eyes before scowling at the sight of the iron bars that block his bedroom's windows.
He cast the tempus, looking at the hovering date and time in front of him.
2nd August of 1992. Of course, two days after Dobby fucked up his uncle's meeting and one day officially after his dearest Uncle installed the iron bar in front of his window.
Clucking his tongue in distaste, he waved his hand, creating pocket space, widening his room, changing the furniture, banishing his old bed, cast refreshing charms, conjuring comfiest sofa in ivory color, changing his grey, dirty room's paint to soft pastel green, conjuring comforter, duvet, and fluffy pillows in his new conjured four poster bed. Conjuring kitchen appliances and creating a simple, not to big kitchenette for him to cook, before creating another pocket space in the wall, complete with a door.
He changed the previously empty pocket space to a spacious bathroom he ever dreamt of.
He conjures a shower stall, big, bathtub, which the bathroom's plumbing he connect to with a carved rune to the cleanest river in the world, so it would only pouring out crystal clean water without debris or anything. He installed proper toilet seat, sink, fluffy towel and carpet in pastel blue color.
Before he finalizing his little 'renovation', he carved runes on his bedroom walls that activating in a bright light, before disappearing to nothing.
In his old live, he achieved much mastery to bury himself with work so that he can forget his agonizing grief for a while. Who knows it will come handy right now?
The rune he carved is freshening air runes, self-adjusting temperatures rune, and soundproof runes, warding runes, just to be safe, and lastly concealment runes, so that his so called family, dumblefuck 's sheep, and the traitors, if they come here, can't see the changes he do to his room.
Looking at his brand new room with satisfaction, he look at his pile of stuff on the new floor. He grimaced.
"Death."
"Yes master. Big claps for your new rooms master."
Harry preened a little at Death's praise.
"My old self at twelve is so bad at fashion, didn't I?"
"If I put it harshly. You're idiot in fashion before you met your beaus and brothers little master."
Harry cringed, before deflate a little. His hearth aching, when they're mentioned by Death. But joy sparks in his heart, remembering Ron and Twin's word at the end of his third year.
I will not surprise if you already doing wandless magic as such, Rian. Seeing your magic has advancing way more then twins and me. Your magic, is in the same level as Dad, Bill, Charlie, Professor Remus, and Sirius, even surpassing Dumble's and Voldy's magic. You may think I'm exaggerating, but honestly, the only reason us, the poor Weasley, became the foundation of Order of The Phoenix, is because, Da, Bill's and Charlie's magic. I'm not joking mate! Their magic is more than you think. They're stronger than Dumbledore's!
Harry chuckled safely, remembering Ron's grumbled about how unfair Dumbledore to sent Harry back to the Dursleys, despite he and twins yelling's about how he was imprisoned in his own room at his second year. To be honest, it's kind of the moment Ron's overcomes his childishness and jealousy, and his immature self. Dumbledore's own action and Hermione, that fucking bitch action that opened his brother's eyes.
Oh dear
Harrykins
Don't think so low
Of your self
It's
True
What our prat
Of brother
Said.
At least he didn't have to pretend around Ron and the Twins. He sure they will help him. Their loyalties are immortal and undying. Death said.
"I think I need to go to gringgots and doing some shopping for my self, including a new wand."
Sneering, he struck his old wand with burning inferno of his own fiendfyre.
Sorry Fawkes, he'll apologies later for his feather.
"Indeed master. Shall they, traitors face their own demise master. They'll be faint to death I'm sure." Death purred in joy.
Harry laughing a full belly laugh, before smirking deviously, those trashes will perish in his hand. He will make sure of it.
Wizarding world will not known what will descend upon them, until Hadrian James Sirius Potter-Black, Master of Death, crashing at full speed at them.