Death watched as the siren awoke first of the three. The unlikely three who attempted and failed to save the Wizarding world and the rest of it as well. But then again, how were these three children to know that Tom Riddle had such a trump card. Well...the siren knew...but much to late to do anything to stop it. But now...now they would be ready.
"What the bloody hells?" The young woman muttered, looking around the foggy grey area with her one killing curse green eye. She even dared to glare at Death with that one eye. Oh Death had a chuckle at that. The siren's spirit had always been part of the reason why Death favored her. Death watched in wonder as the young siren shook her brother and gently kicked her best friend awake. Gentle "Oi...wake the hell up."s causing Death to chuckle even more.
When they all had woken, Death began their speech, "As you three know, you died. You've failed the world. And yes the entire world, not just the Wizarding world." At this, one pair of killing curse green eyes and a pair of stormy grey eyes turned downcast. Whilst the singular killing curse green eye glared with rage towards Death. "But I'm willing to grant you a second chance." At this the two downtrodden sets of eyes looked up with hope.
But that singular eye remained full of rage, "And what exactly is this second chance, Death?"
Death smiled under their hood. Of course the siren would recognize them. "If you so accept my offer, I will send you back. But not back in your time period. Back to that of your parents." Death paused to take in the shocked expressions and the slight change in the siren's face as she contemplates the idea. "But you'll still be yourselves, just younger. You will be eleven again. But living with your parents." Death again paused as inquisitive faces appeared before them. "So in this case, Draco will still be Draco Malfoy. But he will be the younger brother of Lucius Malfoy. In likeness, Harry and Lyka will still be Harry Potter and Lyka Potter. But they will be the younger siblings of James Potter. As an advantage I'm allowing you all to keep the memories that you have gained till now."
Harry spoke up, his usual brash tone sullied by the realization of his loss against Voldemort. "And exactly how much younger will we be compared to James?"
"Only one year. If you accept, you will be waking up on the morning that you shall be visiting Diagon Alley for your supplies for Hogwarts."
"I believe we will need some time to confer." Draco's silvery drawl echoed out into the swirling grey nothingness. The trio huddled together as Death looked on. Death thought back on all the times this trio should have been on their doorstep. Draco when he challenged his parents when he was fourteen and they began cursing him. Lyka especially when she was hit in the face with that curse that took her left eye and left her with horrible, painful scars. Harry with the troll, the basilisk, and all the other horrible things he faced.
Finally the trio turned back to Death. As one they said, "We accept your deal."
Death gave a huff, "Then I suppose this is goodbye for now, my children. I wish you luck in your new lives."
The swirling grey enveloped the four figures till there was nothing.