AN : Hey guys. I am really sorry for the long delay in updating but me and my family had really high fever. So I was not able to update the story. I am really sorry and i promise to post another chapter by tomorrow to make up for the long delay. Thank you for all the reviews and favorites.

Some readers had a query about the pairings about if the fic was going to have Harry/Alexandra/Daphne/Susan/Fleur. No there will not be any such pairings. All the girls apart from Alexandra will be friends with Harry but that's it. I feel too many girls for Harry spoils the story.

Maybe will try in my next fanfic.

Anyway, without further ado, I present Chapter 5

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

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Everyone in the room cheered and smiled at the two friends.

Harry's parents tightly hugged him after Alex released him and he couldn't stop the tears even using occlumency. The love he could feel in his parent's embrace was something he had dreamed of for countless years. Now that he finally had it, the tears of happiness that poured down his face, couldn't be stopped.

Perhaps his mother was right. It was the beginning of a new life for one Harry James Potter, the Master Of Death.

Chapter 5 - The Start of New Day and The Revelation

Harry James Potter laid down on the massive bed in his new room, and he was surprised at how much space was available to him. After years of living in a cupboard and then the tiny room at the Dursleys, he was slightly pensive with his new accommodations.

His new bedroom was easily larger than the dorm he shared with his fellow Gryffindors at Hogwarts. The dark blue walls were covered by an endless stream of bookshelves, and he figured he had close to three hundred books already on them. Luckily his counterpart was a clean freak and everything was neatly organized throughout the room.

Unable to sleep, Harry's thoughts returned to his heartfelt meeting with his new family. After the adults had informed him he was more than forgiven for his past actions, he was overwhelmed with questions from everyone. The interrogation lasted for several hours, and went well into dinner and then desert. He did his best to answer all questions as truthfully as he could, and by the time he was done, everyone was more than ready to go to bed.

Unlike the rest of his family members, Harry was nowhere near ready to go to sleep. The excitement of being with the family he yearned for all of his life was too much for him, and when his restlessness continued to grow, he realized what he could do to kill some time.

Harry got up and quickly put on a pair of dark blue jeans, a forest green button down shirt and a pair of dragon hide boots that he found under his bed. He quietly made his way down the stairs and out of the house. Once he was safely away from the Manor wards, Harry apparated to his Island.

As soon as he arrived, Harry was struck dumb at the changes. Where once the Island shores were littered with rocks and seaweed, it was now graced by a beautiful beach made of white sand. The beach stretched for miles on either side, and if he were a betting man, he would bet the white sand could now be found wrapped around the entire Island. Harry shook his head in wonder at the changes Death had made, and found himself walking down a cobblestone pathway that never existed before.

When the walkway finally ended, Harry was stunned to see the massive abode that was in front of him. Gone was the small Manor Riddle had put there for his personal use. In it's place lay a structure that was almost as big as Potter Manor. The color scheme and some of the architecture were different, but he was definite the house was just as large.

Harry made his way to the front door and followed the instructions that Death had left in his mind. He wrapped his hand around the door handle, and winced when a needle suddenly pricked his skin. Harry knew to spread the droplets of blood that were pooling on his palm all across the surface of the door handle. Once he was done, he grabbed the handle again, and suddenly he felt his magic connect to the wards around the House.

Upon entering the Manor, Harry was amazed at the size of the waiting room. The furniture and decorations were elegantly done, but they still exuded the wealth and power of the house. When he walked further into the room, Harry noticed a white envelope resting on top of a large black book. As soon as he got closer to it, he realized the envelope was addressed to him, and tore it open to retrieve the letter that was inside.

Dear Harry Potter,

Since you have already met me, I don't have to introduce myself.

In the thousands of years that I have charted the destinies of mankind, I have learned how poorly humans react to power. The more they have available, the more it warps them into becoming cruel and greedy beings. During this time, I have only seen a few souls who were pure enough to resist the temptation to abuse their power. In you, I sense such an individual.

The moment you decided to become my Master, I saw the many horrors you will one day face in this new world. I knew you would need help to emerge victorious, and so I allowed you to keep your alternate's Magical core. As soon as you absorbed his magic into your own, you became more powerful than you ever would have been in your own world. This allowed me to grant you a gift. The gift of a Shadow Mage. In all of history, I have only granted this boon to five people. Only one of those five managed to stay pure of heart and not abuse his powers.

The power I have given you will be needed for you to overcome the Voldemort in your new world, Harry. I believe you have the heart and strength of character to not abuse the gift I have given you. The book that was under this letter, was written by the only Shadow Mage that managed to use his power to help the world, rather than rule over it. I urge you to learn all you can about your new abilities, because you will need every advantage you can get in the upcoming war. The rules prohibit me from giving you details about your future, but I can tell you that without this power, you will not be capable of defeating this world's Voldemort. The man you will face is infinitely worse than the one you have already defeated. Do not take him lightly, or countless worlds will pay for your mistake.

My apologies for such a maudlin letter, Harry. Now that it's over, I will end this on a happier note. I hope you don't mind the few changes that I have made with your former residence. After two years of living here, I can't believe you haven't done anything to improve this wonderful Island. It's a true crime that you have spent so much time in Riddle's hovel, when you had Potter Manor just waiting to be pulled out from the Goblin transport sphere. Since you were too lazy to do it yourself, I took the liberty of destroying the old house, and putting your Manor there instead. In case you ever decide to bring people over, I have taken the liberty to change the outward appearance of the house, so it won't look exactly like your parents' home.

Also, the number of rooms inside have been decreased, but to compensate the other rooms are now larger. As for your personal items, they have already been unpacked into the Master bedroom and all of the books you brought with you have been placed into the Manor's Library. The trunks that contain your money can be found at the foot of your bed, and my last gift to you was the beach I put around your Island. I hope you like it, and take the time to use it and relax.

While moving things around, I came upon the potion you were working on before my sister picked you up for your meeting. I must say I'm very impressed with your hard work, and I would like offer my congratulations on finally completing your masterpiece. I've seen how diligently you have worked on it, and I'm happy that it is finally finished. If you would be willing to take some advice, I would suggest adding seven drops of blood from the person who will be drinking the potion. I think the results will surprise you.

I wish you well in your new life, Harry. Just remember, your fate is always in your own hands. The choices you make will determine what your future will hold. Good luck and use your gifts wisely.

Sincerely,

Death

As soon as Harry finished the letter, he immediately found himself reading it again. He couldn't believe his potion was a success. The second he had some free time, he would make an appointment with Ripclaw and have them start locating candidates for testing. If everything worked out like he wanted, by Christmas he would be able to give Mooney one hell of a present.

Once he was done reveling in his achievement, Harry looked around and winced at the size of the Manor. He really wanted to take a tour of it, and wished he had a guide to help. "Damn, I would love to have a House Elf right now."

No sooner were the words out of his mouth, that an elf popped up right in front. "Hello Master Harry Potter Sir. I be Mipsy. Can I be helping you with something?"

"Ah, where did you come from, Mipsy, and why are you calling me Master?"

"I be waking up from the long sleep by the pretty lady with black hair, Master. She be telling me to tell yous that the others needing to be waking soon. We all be bonded to you already Master."

Harry almost groaned when he realized what Mipsy was talking about. The Voldemort from his world wanted to have multiple Islands like the one he already made, and he planned to have all of them run by an army of house elves.

In his own sick little way, snake face had come up with the perfect plan to do just that. He took five pairs of elves from his followers and used them to breed his own little elf army. By the time he reached two hundred elves, the breeders he chose ended up dying and snake face placed the new elves in stasis.

If Harry understood Mipsy correctly, Death had somehow bound all the elves to him, and woken up the happy elf that now stood in front of him.

Forcing himself not to sigh, Harry looked at the hyper elf and said, "Okay, let get some ground rules straight. I don't need you to use my full name. Harry sir is good enough."

"Yes, Harry Sir," Mipsy replied happily.

"Second, I don't want any elf to punish themself. If you do something wrong, come to me and I'll figure out what to do then."

When Harry saw the elf nod her head furiously in agreement, he knew he wouldn't be able to deal with all two hundred at the same time.

"Do you know how much longer the stasis will last on the other elves, Mipsy?"

"Yes Harry Sir. Pretty lady be saying most will stay for another year and a half, but many be ready in a year."

When he realized he would have some time before he dealt with the elf situation, Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

"Do you need any more elves to be woken up right now, Mipsy?"

"Yes Harry Sir. Mipsy be a cooking elf. I not be knowing how to deal with planty buildings. Harry Sir will need three elves to care for all the plantys and two elves to be helping with the Manor."

Harry nodded his head and said, "Okay Mipsy. Do you need me to waken them, or can you choose the right elves and do it yourself?"

"I can bes doing it Harry Sir. I just be needing yours permission."

When he readily gave his permission, the little elf popped away without another word, leaving Harry once again alone in the Manor. The day's events were finally catching up to him, and Harry found himself suddenly yawning from his fatigue. Deciding the rest of the Manor could be looked over another day, Harry quickly made his way out of the house and apparated back to Potter Manor.

The next three weeks were the happiest of Harry's life. His relationship with his parents improved in leaps and bounds, and he was proud that his siblings were finally beginning to forgive him for his counterpart's past actions. He also used this time to once again bond with Sirius and Remus, and quickly became friends with Sirius' wife Amy and their son Orion.

Harry and Alex also used a lot of time to catch up on the past. They became extremely close and the two were always found to be together either in the library or on the grounds.

He also played Quidditch with his Dad, Sirius, Alex and his siblings. It was a lot of fun to play with his family and he enjoyed every single moment of it.

He also spent time with his mother discussing about runes and charms and employing the times the shared to know more about his Mum.

Along with all his hard work in repairing his relationships with his family, Harry had been diligent in reading through the Shadow Mage book Fate had given him, as well as building up his new body with a good exercise and diet plan. Between working out in the morning, hanging out with his family throughout the day, and pouring over his studies at night, Harry was as busy as he'd ever been.

A week before his tenth birthday, Harry finished his morning workout early, and decided to treat his family by making breakfast. When he put on a pair of black jeans and a blue t-shirt shirt, Harry grimaced at how tight the clothes rested against his body. Thanks to proper food and exercise he had undergone a small growth spurt, and now at 5'4", he was quite tall for an incoming first year.

Once he was in the kitchen, Harry quickly pulled out the things he would need to make everyone their favorite breakfast. His time with the Dursleys had turned him into a decent chef, and he was quite capable of making his way around a kitchen. Cooking was one of the few things he didn't mind doing for his former guardians, because it was something he really enjoyed to do.

He literally had to beg with the house-elves to let him into the kitchen as they thought that it was their duty to the family. After some arguing Harry finally told the stubborn elves that he would cook once a week and they could clean it up.

The fruits of his labor soon spread throughout the Manor, and the mouth watering aroma awoke everyone almost simultaneously. As the various members of the Potter family followed their nose downstairs, Harry was busy flipping an omelette like a professional. He was so intent on what he was doing, he never noticed his family watching silently behind him.

Lily rested her head against her husband's shoulder and with the rest of her family she watched in awe as her eldest son cooked them breakfast. She couldn't believe how easily he moved through the kitchen and to her it seemed like he'd been doing it for years. Seeing yet another talent her son possessed, Lily was amazed at how remarkable he really was.

It pained her that she had lost so many years being estranged from her son, but as soon as those thoughts came in her head, she quickly banished them away. Harry had finally come back to their family, and the past three weeks were some of the happiest of her life. She refused to dwell on the painful memories from the past, when she had a chance to build happy memories now and in the future.

When Harry flipped the omelette high in the air, spun around and caught it expertly in a plate with his other hand, Lily could understand why her youngest son started clapping in appreciation. The move was worthy of a professional Chef, and she felt like joining Daniel in expressing her admiration of her elder son's skills.

The clapping was enough to make Harry aware of his visitors, and when he turned around, Lily smiled at the surprised expression on her son's face.

"That was wonderful, sweetie," she said to eldest son. "I had no idea you could cook so well."

Harry blushed at his mother's praise, and shrugged his shoulders. "It's no big deal, mum. During my research into the muggle world, I ended up buying several cookbooks and decided to try them out. Cooking is not really that hard. It's kind of like potions. You just have to make sure to monitor the fire, cut the ingredients the right way, and know when and how often to stir things."

Lily walked over to her son and gently kissed him on the cheek. "Well thank you very much for your services, Chef Potter. Can I help you with anything?"

Harry turned red at all the attention he was receiving from his mother, and shook his head vigorously. "No need to do anything, mum. Just sit down at the table and start eating. Everything is already out there, and I made everyone's favorite."

When the family made their way to the dining room table, James was surprised that it was already set. The head of the table had a plate with a Denver omelette, three strips of bacon and a side of potatoes, which was his favorite breakfast.

The seat to his right, where his wife normally sat, had a bowl of fresh fruit, two sunny side eggs, and two sausage links. The seat right next to hers could only be for Daniel, since the plate contained scrambled eggs with cheese and diced sausages and bacon. Directly across from his wife was an empty plate, where Harry now sat, but the two seats next to his had a mountain of chocolate chip and blueberry pancakes, so it was obvious they were for the twins.

At the site of everyone's favorite food, James smiled at how thoughtful his eldest son was being. Since his birth, he had loved his son without any question. But the past few years it was hard to actually like him. The bitterness Harry had over being a squib, bled into all his actions, and often made being around him very difficult. James loved this new version of his son, and he prayed things would never go back to the way they were.

"Thank you very much for breakfast, Harry," James said to his son with a smile. "But you know you didn't have to go through so much trouble."

"It's okay, dad. It wasn't too much trouble, and I enjoyed doing it."

Once everyone sat down, James took a bite out of his omelette, and he couldn't believe how amazing it was. While he loved his wife to death and she had many incredible talents, unfortunately cooking wasn't one of them. He was just thankful he was able to convince Lily that having house elves was a good thing. Without them, he had no doubt his family would either live on take out, or die from hunger.

As he continued to eat, James couldn't help but think that the meal in front of him was quite possibly the best home cooked meal he had ever eaten, even in comparison to the family house elf. By the sounds of pleasure he could hear coming from the rest of his family, James had no doubt they would agree with the sentiment.

After breakfast, Harry asked if mother was free so that he could talk to her. Harry always felt guilty about lying to his mum that he had replaced her son. He went with his mother to her room and warded the room silently and wandlessly with a twirl of his fingers. After asking for an oath of silence from her, he revealed about his reality to his mother. At first, his mother was sceptical about the idea of the multiverse but when he revealed about the prophecy which his parents only knew, she started to believe him. Throughout the telling of his life, many times Harry had to stop his mother from killing the Dursleys, Weasleys, Voldemort and Dumbledore. She laughed with him at the funny times and cried with him about his parents deaths, Cedric's, Sirius and Hermione. After he told her everything Harry was waiting for her reaction.
His mother noticed it and told him, "While I am sad about never being able to see the son i gave birth to ever again, it does not mean that you are not my son. You are not to blame for this as you wanted to help Neville and make a safer world. You have faced many hardships and when I get my hands on Dumbledore, I will wrap that beard of his around his neck and hex him to his next great adventure. For what it matters, I am very proud of you Harry. Most people would not be sane after what you have gone through."

Harry was touched by her words and hugged his mother, "Thank you Mum. I always felt guilty about replacing you son and not telling you."

His Mum replied, "Harry you are my son and I don't care if you are from another universe."

Harry and his Mum came out of the room after a long time and Harry felt as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

Harry enjoyed his time for the next year and then came the year when he would go to Hogwarts. His condition and its diagnosis had been reported in the papers and now everyone knew about him not being a squib. During the year Harry and Alex had gotten extremely close and they confided everything with each other (except Harry's dimension jump) and he also spent a lot of time with his siblings playing with them.

It was now a week before his eleventh birthday when he would get the Hogwarts letter and also if his theories were right, his Lordship.

AN : That's all for now. Yes I want Harry to gain his lordship of Peverell House. Next chapter will be about Harry's school shopping and about his Lordship. Hope you liked the chapter.

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