Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling and I do not claim ownership of anything other than my original plots and OCs.

Prologue.

Harry didn't know how he had managed to get there, the obstacles on the path between him, his friends Ron and Hermione, and the Philosopher's Stone had turned out to be too easy, as if it had been arranged for the three of them to reach the end together.

But now he was alone, and in front of the Mirror of Erised, Snape was not there as they had thought, but Quirrell, the stuttering and extremely nervous Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

But it didn't make sense, everything pointed to Snape being the one who wanted the Stone.

Quirrell had his back turned, looking directly at the Mirror of Erised, and he seemed disturbed.

Harry, not understanding what the stuttering professor was doing there, questioned aloud:

"You?!"

Quirrell slowly turned until he was looking directly into Harry's face, a malicious smile growing on his face.

"Me?" he asked mockingly. "Yes, it was me all along, Harry Potter."

"But... but Snape," Harry continued to not understand, his mind trying to make sense of the situation but couldn't.

"Snape? Oh, yes, he has that air, doesn't he?" Quirrell said with disdain. "To think that just by having him there, it would serve as a cover for me. But no, Potter, Severus no longer works for my master, that bridge seems to have been burned a long time ago."

"But... the Troll... Snape's leg... How?"

"Oh, that... you haven't figured it out yet, Potter," his voice filled with mockery and disgust. "I let the Troll in that Halloween night, I intended to come here while all the other teachers dealt with that beast, but it didn't work. Snape always suspected me and followed me. The dog bit him, you're right about that, but nothing else, Potter."

Quirrell turned back towards the mirror, ignoring Harry.

"Now, this mirror is quite curious," he said, looking at his reflection. "Oh, there I am, and I have the Stone. But how the hell did I get it?"

"Use the boy!" a chilling voice emerged out of nowhere.

"Potter, come here!" Quirrell shouted. Harry, scared and unable to escape due to the wall of fire blocking the entrance, was forced to approach Quirrell. The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor ordered him, "Look in the mirror and tell me what you see."

Harry looked, and his reflection smiled at him. In the reflection, his doppelgänger reached into his pocket and pulled out a bloodred stone, resembling a large garnet, before putting it back in his pocket.

Harry noticed that at that moment, a small lump had appeared in his pants pocket. When he felt what it was, he realized he had the Philosopher's Stone, something he had to hide from Quirrell by any means necessary.

"Speak! What did you see?!" demanded Quirrell.

Harry knew he had to lie, but in his nervousness, he didn't know what to say until he remembered what Ron had seen.

"I... I won the Quidditch Cup, and I'm also the Head Boy, and we have the House Cup..."

"Useless! Get out of the way!" Quirrell shouted furiously.

Harry quickly stepped back, but his attempt to distance himself was interrupted by that ghostly voice, similar to a whisper.

"He's lying!"

Quirrell reacted to this and turned to look at Harry.

"Tell me now what you really saw, Potter!"

"I... I already told you..."

"Let me speak to him," demanded that strange voice.

Quirrell showed nervousness for the first time in that encounter.

"Mas... master... are... are you sure? He's not strong enough," he began to say, terrified.

"I am strong enough for this!" the voice responded.

Quirrell turned his back to Harry as he removed his turban.

Once the turban was removed, a horrifying sight appeared before Harry.

There on the back of Quirrell's head was a second face, a face with red eyes and nostril-like slits.

"Harry Potter," said that face. "Look at what I have become. I, the Most Powerful Wizard of all, forced to share the body of a mediocre wizard, like a wretched parasite."

Harry was terrified, he didn't know what to say, but he knew he had to say something.

"Who... who are you?" he asked, frightened.

"I am Lord Voldemort," that face responded.

"No! That's impossible, you're dead!" Harry screamed, terrified by the implications.

"Oh, Harry Potter. That Halloween night when I attacked you, I didn't die, but I did lose almost all of my power, and I was reduced to living as a shadow, a specter, and surviving by sharing the bodies of others.

Harry didn't respond, but he remembered Hagrid's words, and how he wished Hagrid had been wrong. It truly seemed that Voldemort wasn't human enough to die.

"I hid in a forest and inhabited the bodies of animals to sustain myself. My favorites were snakes, but their bodies were too weak to hold me for long, until a wizard stumbled upon my lair. And we made an agreement. But when he failed me last Halloween, I decided I needed to oversee things in a closer way.

"It was you! You were the one drinking the unicorn blood! "Harry exclaimed as he connected the dots.

"Yes, it was me. Unicorn blood keeps me alive, but it's not enough. Now I want to regain my body, and for that, I need the Philosopher's Stone, a stone that curiously happens to be in your pocket.

Harry knew he had to run, and so he did.

"We don't have time for this! "Voldemort proclaimed. "Kill him!

Quirrell tried to move towards Harry but was stopped by Voldemort's voice.

"You're a wizard, you imbecile! Use the Killing Curse!

"A. Ava... Avada Kedavra! "Quirrell stammered.

The last thing Harry saw was a scythe-like, ethereal green light. And he felt nothing more.

...

...

Harry opened his eyes and found himself in a completely white place. There was no trace of Quirrell or the castle.

Was he dead? And if so, did Voldemort manage to return?

Harry looked around and noticed that it resembled Platform Nine and Three-Quarters, except everything was completely white.

He began walking slowly, trying to find a way out.

A bright light blinded him for a moment, and before him appeared the same people he had once seen reflected alongside him in the Mirror of Erised.

His family.

A red-haired woman with the same green eyes as him approached, accompanied by what seemed to be an older version of Harry himself.

Harry was speechless seeing his family in this strange place, but the reality of the situation became clear to him. The red-haired woman looked at him tenderly, and the man by her side smiled proudly.

"Harry, dear, you've arrived at a special place "the woman said with a gentle voice. "We are your parents, Lily and James Potter.

Harry felt a mix of joy and confusion. He couldn't believe he was finally face to face with his parents, even if it was in an unknown place.

"But... where are we? Am I dead? "Harry asked with a trembling voice.

The older version of himself stepped forward and placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

"No, Harry, you're not dead, well, not exactly "the older Harry replied. "This place is a kind of intersection between the world of the living and the afterlife. You're in a state between life and death, where you can have meaningful encounters.

Lily nodded and continued speaking.

"We've been watching you, Harry. We've seen the courage and bravery you've shown in facing Voldemort. We're proud of you, my dear son.

Harry felt overwhelmed with emotion. He had longed to meet his parents his entire life, and now, even in strange circumstances, he had the chance to be with them.

"But... what about Voldemort? Did he manage to return? "Harry asked, concerned.

James sighed and looked at his wife before answering.

"I'm sorry, Harry. But yes, Voldemort did return. And I'm afraid you won't be able to do anything to help that world... But... well... you could say that the Potters are somewhat special... you see "James seemed to hesitate for a moment. "Well, it has to do with the origin of the Invisibility Cloak.

Harry was confused. What did an invisible cloak have to do with this?

James seemed to notice the doubt on his face because he smiled and explained.

"Harry, the Potters are an ancient and powerful House, but we've only been around for about seven centuries, much less than most of the other important Families, yet our status is still the same as theirs.

"But why? "Harry asked, not only confused by what James had told him but also because he had no knowledge of the magical Houses of Britain.

James took a moment to think about how to explain to Harry the importance of his lineage and magical Houses. Then he continued patiently.

"Harry, in the Magical Britain, the Houses are an integral part of our society. Each House has a history and a reputation that has been passed down through the centuries. The Potters, despite being a younger House, inherited our status beyond our own accomplishments through the family our founder married into.

"Our House has been known for its bravery, loyalty, and exceptional abilities in various fields. One of the most important legacies that the Potters have maintained is the Invisibility Cloak. It is an ancestral relic that has been passed down from generation to generation even before the existence of the Potters, and it has been of great value to our family.

"The Invisibility Cloak, as its name suggests, can make the wearer completely invisible. But its power goes beyond that. There are legends and ancient stories that suggest the cloak possesses unique and hidden properties that have yet to be fully revealed.

"Harry, our lineage is closely related to death itself. Not only because we descend from the creators of the most powerful magical artifacts ever created in the field of necromancy, but also because of our spells and curses intended for the extermination of armies.

"Our oldest spells date back to when our ancestors were druidic wizards. They fought against the Romans when they invaded the British Isles. Now, while you won't be allowed to return to your world, our world, as you have already died there. Death is an old friend of the family and is willing to... make certain arrangements for your "next great adventure."

"Next... great adventure? "Harry asked, confused.

"Yes, Harry, death is offering you a choice, and it asked us to ask you what your choice is. "Lily replied with a smile.

"And... what are those options? "Harry asked with interest.

"You can accept death and stay with us and the rest of the family... "James began.

"Or, you can choose to go to a different world than ours, but one that is at risk of suffering the same fate as ours. There, Voldemort has not yet risen, but at the rate things are going, the same history will repeat itself. However, you could change things there. "Lily finished.

Harry fell silent, reflecting on the two presented options. On one hand, being with his parents and his family in that special place, where he would be safe and surrounded by love. On the other hand, the possibility of going to a different world and having the opportunity to prevent Voldemort's rise and the suffering it entailed.

After a moment, Harry looked at his parents and spoke with determination in his voice.

"I appreciate everything you have done for me and the love you have given me, but I feel that my journey is not over here. I want to go to that other world and fight against Voldemort. I want to do everything possible to prevent evil from taking hold of that place as well.

Lily and James exchanged a proud look and finally nodded in agreement.

"We understand your decision, Harry. We are proud of you and the bravery you have shown once again. We know that you will do everything possible to protect those in need and fight against the darkness "James said firmly.

Lily approached Harry and embraced him tenderly.

"Take care, dear. We trust that you will make wise and courageous decisions. We will always be with you, in spirit and in heart.

Harry bid farewell to his parents, promising them that he would do everything possible to change the fate of the new world he was heading to. He moved away from them and walked towards the bright light that seemed to lead him to his next adventure.

There, next to the light, an elderly man dressed in a silver cloak that reminded Harry of his own Invisibility

Cloak awaited him.

"I'm glad you've made this decision, my young grandson "he said with an ancient, raspy voice.

"Grandson? "Harry asked, surprised.

"Hahaha "the old man laughed" I'm your countless times great-grandfather, dear boy. My name is Grimm Peverell, and you are the last of the lineage of my youngest great-grandson, Ignotus.

"Grimm Peverell? "Harry asked.

"That's my name. "the old man replied" and after passing through this portal, you will be Harry James Peverell. The last of the Line of Antioch Peverell, my eldest great-grandson. And the only one who carries the family name. "the old man sighed" Death was supposed to bid you farewell before you left, but that irresponsible one passed the job on to me. I don't complain, seeing one of my descendants is always a joy.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, sir "Harry responded.

"Sir? Boy, you can call me grandfather, but it doesn't matter "Grimm Peverell replied" there are a couple of things you need to know before you go. The world you're going to is in the midst of a war, and a Dark Lord much more powerful than Voldemort is rampaging, using and tarnishing the legacy of our family. Harry, you have to stop him, and you also have to prevent Voldemort from happening. To know who Voldemort will be, just remember, his last name will be Riddle, and you'll go to Hogwarts together.

Harry's eyes widened, surprised and frightened. Not just one Dark Lord, but two. Could his new life be even more complicated than the previous one?

"Now go, young man. And live a long and fruitful life "Grimm Peverell pushed Harry's back, making him pass through the light.

The world blurred, and in an instant, Harry found himself lying on a large four-poster bed in what appeared to be the room of an ancient castle with bare stone walls.