Minerva gasped as light flooded her eyes. She sat up from her laying position in the train station. Train station? she thought confused. She looked around and saw Sirius Black looking just as confused as she was. James and Lily Potter were there as well as Fleamont and Euphemia Potter. Everyone appeared as they did when they died she noted. Odd! she mused. Confusion showed on everyone's faces.

A loud chuckle errupted as a black robed figure emerged from the center of the floor. The dark figure was skeletal in appearance but demanded respect. Minerva could feel the power radiate from the figure. Death! she realized with a startle.

He glided towards her and looked at her appraisingly. "How I would have loved to witness what you could accomplish with all of your magic intact," he said in a deep tone. She looked at him, confusion on her facial features. "You aren't aware of your true abilities, are you?" He chuckled again. "Your mother died before she could unbind all of your abilities."

"Why would she have bind them at all?" Minerva questioned. Mothers typically unbound their children's magic when they receive their Hogwarts letter.

Death looked at her intently. "Your mother's maternal line are the last from a powerful line. Females have binds placed on their magic and appearance at birth to prevent knowledge of that bloodline from getting out. Had you married your childhood love like you were meant to, your mother would have unbound your magic. You were meant for greatness Minerva just as the founder of your maternal line."

"Who was the founder of my maternal line?" Minerva asked curiously.

Death grinned at her. "You are a member of the line of Morgan Ley Fey. You are actually her magical heir. You were meant to work with my champion and change the Wizarding World. You still managed more than any one witch should have been able to. With half of your magic bound, you still managed to leave quite the legacy. It's a shame the snatchers caught you at the grocers."

Minerva was speechless at what she had learned so Death moved towards Sirius Black. "I had high hopes for you Sirius Black," Death said with a disappointed sigh. "You allowed your hatred for your parents to blind you from your legacy. You were always meant to take the Lord Black mantle and change House Black to a neutral house. You allowed others to prevent you from raising Harry. You were meant to raise Harry. He had the burdens of the Wizarding World on his shoulders and you were meant to help him with that. You, Sirius, were supposed to teach him the lessons that you learned from Fleamont and Euphmenia while teaching him how to balance work and fun."

Sirius Black looked down and allowed his tears to fall. "I failed my pup," he admitted painfully. "I allowed Albus bloody Dumbledore to control too much. I should of relied on my Black House connections and taken the control back. Harry needed me and I failed him."

"Dumbledore tried to control things he didn't understand," Death agreed. "Harry was meant to control House Potter and House Black. Harry was meant to lead the Wizengamot. Dumbledore's plans derailed that."

"Meant," Lily inquired fearfully. "Is Harry dead?"

Death turned to Lily. "Harry died shortly after Minerva. She sacrificed herself to protect him but that sacrifice had an unexpected impact."

"Unexpected impact?" Minerva questioned curiously. She ignored the odd looks she received from the others.

Death turned towards Minerva. "Harry's magic unleashed when you died in his arms," he answered. "His magic charged and he exploded the entire country along with everyone in it."

"Exploded the entire country?" repeated a shocked James Potter. How bloody powerful was Harry?

"Yes," Death confirmed. "Harry united the Deathly Hallows and became a champion of death or master of death if you prefer. He could wield fantastic magic although he rarely did. Minerva's death broke him."

"Of course it did," Sirius said arrogantly. "Harry loved her." Minerva looked at him in shock. "Don't look so suprised Minerva. I could see it when Harry was a fourth year."

"He lived on simply for her," Death agreed with Sirius. "The Potter line is disgusting chivalrous. It must be a Potter trait much like that messy hair."

Sirius snorted in amusement as he eyed Fleamont and James. Both looked flabbergasted at Death. "You don't have to be so rude," Fleamont finally managed.

"I don't think you should rebuke Death," James told his father wearily as he watched the cloaked figure.

"We are old friends," Fleamont said as he looked at Death. "So do you want to enlighten us as to why you have us all together now? Obviously Harry is at the center of this."

Death chuckled darkly and nodded his head. "Never change old friend," Death commented gleefully. "You are one of the few that chose to greet me like a true friend, just like your ancestor Ignotus Peverell. When young Harry unleashed his magic, he destroyed too much! The Fates reviewed the magics involved and were suprised to find the bonds to Harry separated."

"Separated how?" Lily asked concerned. What had Harry endured?

"His familial bonds were disconnected, his connection to Sirius was there but muted," Death explained. "Harry's sibling bond to Hermione was damaged by potions forced on him and her. But the most intriguing bond was his bond to Minerva." Death gazed intently at her. "Harry's bond to Minerva had been severed several times through his lifetime but it always reestablished itself."

"How is that even possible?" Euphemia questioned. "Severed bonds can't be fixed. Who would want to sever them to begin with?"

"Only true soulmates can reestablish their connections," Death proclaimed with a smirk. "The line of Morgan Ley Fey and the champion of Death was destined to end both dark lords."

"Both," questioned James Potter choosing to ignore his son's soulmate was his former Head of House. "Voldemort is one but who is the other?"

"Albus Dumbledore," Sirius answered without hesitation. "He was responsible for you leaving Potter Manor and the better wards. He was responsible for your will being hid and Petunia raising Harry. He was responsible for me being in Azkaban and remaining a fugitive. He was responsible for Harry being ignorant of the Wizarding World until his Hogwarts letter and he kept him ignorant of his role of Lord Potter."

"I will murder him," Lily Potter exclaimed as her magic flared angrily.

Death chuckled at her. "I expected you to dwell on the soulmate issue."

Lily tilted her head to the side and glared at Death. "Why would I dwell on that?" she asked logically. "If Harry unleashed his magic upon Minerva's death than he obviously loves her beyond anything. If their bond reconnected than Minerva feels the same. I'm just grateful my son found some happiness."

"You did well young Potter," Death said with a smirk. "Your wife is full of fire but I guess she would have to given her heritage."

"What heritage?" demanded Lily, not liking the smirk upon Death's pale face.

Death chuckled before snapping his boney fingers together and causing a snake to appear in front of Lily. The snake hissed at her but Lily didn't fret. She walked towards it and crouched down. She extended her hand to the snake and hissed back at it. The snake bobbed its head and slithered up her arm and draped itself across her shoulders. She looked nervously at her husband and in-laws. "You're a Parselmouth?" James asked in shock.

"I am," Lily admitted hesitantly. "I had read about those that spoke Parseltongue before I came to Hogwarts and decided it wasn't a gift I would be discussing with anyone. It is connected with dark wizards."

"Harry is a Parseltongue," Sirius revealed.

Lily looked up suprised at that. "He is?"

"It became common knowledge in his second year," Minerva informed her. "The entire student body with the exception of a few turned on him and accused him of being the heir of Slythrein."

"He is," Death confirmed with a smirk. "That's the heritage you should of found. By hiding your gift, the Potters didn't insist on an inheritance test at Gringotts and your heritage remained hidden. Harry needed his spectacular heritage public knowledge so he could make the changes he was destined to. That is something that we will be changing this go around."

"This go around?" questioned Fleamont Potter. Hope swelling in his chest that his family could survive somehow.

"Fate has granted you permission to go back and correct the timeline," Death answered. "I fear James and Lily's sacrifice are still needed. I will be breaking my promise to you Fleamont. You and Euphemia will live this time to help care for Harry."

"No," Euphemia whispered as tears filled her eyes. "I have no desire to outlive my child."

"You must," James said emotionally as he turned to his mother. "Harry will need you. I despair at the notion of Petunia raising him. He will need you and Father."

Euphemia sobbed and shook her head no. "I don't want to lose you," she whispered just as emotional.

"Sacrifices have to be made and I will do whatever it takes to safeguard Harry," he replied as he kissed his mother's cheek. "You will live on and protect Harry for me. Besides you still have an overgrown man-child to raise up to a Lord status."

"Prongs," Sirius whined dramatically. "I'm not an overgrown man-child."

Lily snorted at that. "Yes you are Padfoot," she said amused.

"James is right," Fleamont finally managed. "Harry will need us. We will have to play politics to undo the damage Albus has already caused. Harry and Sirius will need us." Euphemia nodded her head but she refused to let go of her son's hand.

"What do you say now?" Death asked to the corner of the room.

"You can still go fuck yourself," the pissed off voice of Harry Potter said.

"Harry," Lily inquired as she searched the room frantically.

"He's under the cloak," James realized then looked at Death. "Can you not take it off him?"

Death shook his head negatively. "The Cloak of Death shields him from my view. I can sense his presence but I unable to remove the cloak.

Minerva sighed before walking to the corner of the station and gently grasping the cloak in her hand before pulling it off of Harry. She looked sadly at him but he ignored it. He tugged her hand until she overbalanced and landed in his lap. "Harry," she admonished but leaned into his arms just the same.

"That tone don't work on me now," he teased before he kissed her palm gently.

"You knew he was there the entire time?" Death inquired calculating the situation. Maybe I underestimated their connection?

Minerva frowned but nodded her head yes. "Should I not have been able to?"

"Only the wearer should be able to see through the cloak when it's worn," Death clarified intrigued by her ability.

"Guess the Master of Death's soulmate can?" muttered James as he watched his son.

Death walked closer to Minerva before asking, "Can you also read his thoughts, his knowledge?"

Minerva shook her head, "Not his thoughts. I can sense his emotions in a way."

"Can you sense Minerva's emotions?" Death as Harry curiously.

"I can," he admitted. "I can tap into her knowledge. I did it at the Battle at Hogwarts. I used spells I have never heard of. I understood what they were and how to use them."

Death paced back and forth as he eyed the couple. "Your connection wasn't established completely at that point in history," Death said. "That should have been impossible. I wonder just how tight your bond is?" Death walked to the couple and muttered, "This will be unpleasant."

Death stuck his bony hands through their hearts and pulled out strands of light. "Amazing," he said with a smirk. "Your magical cores are intertwined. The grey is Harry's, the purple is Minerva's and the blood red is the magic of their bond. I have never seen cores quite like that. This changes things!"

"What does it change?" Lily questioned then frowned at the looks on Minerva and Harry's faces. "Can you stop whatever you are doing to them? It causes them pain."

Death smirked before placing their magical cores back and stepping away from the couple. "It is Harry's destiny to destroy the self-proclaimed Lord Voldemort," Death answered. "With their cores intertwined in such a way, Minerva will be able to control the Deathly Hallows. We can end Voldemort the first go around, Harry has the knowledge of his Horcuxes, their locations and protections surrounding them. Minerva can gain that knowledge through their soulbond and can gather those items."

"Just gather," James inquired. "Not destroy?"

"Voldemort will know if they are destroyed," Death answered thoughtfully. "Minerva will gather the items with the help of Sirius. The Black Family is well versed in such dark magic."

"That's an understatement," muttered Sirius.

Death ignored the comment and continued, "When Voldemort attacks Harry, Sirius will destroy them with Fiendfyre."

"Can you control Fiendfyre?" Fleamont asked suprised.

Sirius nodded sadly. "It's a standard spell Blacks learn before Hogwarts," he admitted. Sirius ignored the gasp of horror from Euphemia.

"Minerva will be with Sirius when he destroys them," Death added. "You both are Gryffindors through and through. You would likely try to stop James and Lily's sacrifice. Their sacrifice offers Harry a special protection he will need to complete his destiny."

"You assume I am going back?" Harry finally muttered. "I have had enough!"

"You need to go back youngest Potter," Death insisted once again. "The timeline must be corrected."

"I need a few reassurances," Harry said calculating as he glared at Death.

Death chuckled at him. "I see you inherited those Slythrein genes."

"I was almost sorted into Slythrein," admitted Harry. "I asked for any other house because I happened to meet Draco Malfoy first and knew I didn't want around him."

"What do you ask of me youngest Potter?" Death asked with an amused smirk.

"No long sentence in Azkaban for Sirius?" Harry questioned Death. "Hermione is still my sister in all but blood?"

Death agreed with those terms. "Granted."

Harry glared at Death before adding, "I refuse to be separated years from Minerva. I can't not see her for years. I'm sure that would kill me long before I could work towards my destiny."

Death chuckled at that. "It would be impossible to separate you from her now," Death admitted. "You fail to realize how hard your childhood years will be now. You know she will keep you at a distance."

Harry sighed sadly at that. "I figured that," Harry answered. "At least I will know she is okay if she is close by. I will deal with whatever hardships that brings me."

Death laughed chillingly at that. "Anything else youngest Potter?"

Harry meet Death's eyes with his own determined, green ones. "She better die of old age this go around. Well past 200 years old."

Death chuckled darkly at that. "Very well youngest Potter. I look forward to watching you this go around." Death snapped his boney fingers and everything went black!