A/N: So this is a new Harry Potter story. I've got a few ongoing and I find that having different stories from different fandoms helps me keep the muse for these all. So a bit of background for this story. I've read A TON of stories where Harry dies and Death basically let's harry have complete control over where he goes and everything else. This story, Harry only has control over his birthdate. Death already knows who Harry will be and he's setting it up so that Harry won't even remember his other life until Harry comes in contact with ambient magic (like Hogwarts or Diagon Alley). That being said, Harry will be OOC this entire story. He will be a different person initially and when the memories come back...he needs to find a balance between who he was and who he now is. So please give it a chance and review if you choose to.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

Chapter 1

Harry Potter had thought that there would be peace after the fall of Voldemort. The final battle had been won, along with the war, but with plenty of casualties. But the resounding betrayal that Harry felt as his so called friends stared him down at wand point overshadowed any losses that Harry had felt and mourned for the past few months. He had given so much for the wizarding world only to end up called an upcoming dark lord and denied any chance to prove them wrong. He had thought that Hermione, Ron or even Ginny would have his back but his heart stopped when he saw that they were the ones leading the attack against his person the Halloween following the Battle of Hogwarts.

"Why?" he whispered brokenly as he stared at the hard faces of his so called friends.

It was Hermione who answered him. "Because this was always the plan, Harry. You must understand. It's for the greater good."

Hearing those words again, spoken so much by Dumbledore did little to make him feel better. If this was a plan all along...was Dumbledore the instigator? Why did he fight for a world and people who were just planning to throw him away? Harry knew then, in his heart, that if he would ever get the chance to do his life over again, he would do it differently. They would all pay and any who stood in his way...regardless of who they are...would die trying to stop him.

Harry's eyes hardened and he refused to look away from his so called friends as Ginny was the one to raise her wand against him. Then there was a flash of green light, and he knew no more.

~H.S.R.~

Harry opened his eyes to an expanse of grey. There was no light, no darkness, and no color to be seen. He sat up, looking around, trying to figure out where he was. He was pretty sure he was dead, but was this purgatory? This wasn't the place he saw when Voldemort hit him with the killing curse the second time...so where was he?

"Welcome, Master," an eery voice said from behind him.

Harry turned and saw a tall figure standing near him. It was clothed in a long black cloak that hid the entire body and face from Harry's green eyes. But despite the cloak, Harry could make out that the body was somewhat bony and thin.

"Who are you?" Harry asked, somehow already knowing the answer.

There was a chilling laugh that made Harry's entire body go numb. "You know who I am...welcome, Master to the Inbetween."

Harry frowned, deciding that his thoughts were right. This was Death of all things. "The Inbetween? So I take it I did die when Ginny hit me…"

"Yes...a pity that your life became what it was. But a betrayal is deserved if you cannot see those who mean to only use you for your abilities," Death said, "They were never true friends. Should you have joined Slytherin...you would have found the support you needed. Along with the truth of things that Dumbledore and the light side twisted for their own ends."

"Right...so what exactly did they do aside from use me to end a war and then dispose of me?" Harry asked, needing to know how deep the betrayal was.

"They did much, Master. They stole from you, forced you to be isolated, and even made sure you couldn't reach your full potential. A pity really. If I could send you back to relive your life, I would."

Harry nodded, accepting that this was his life and it was gone. "Why call me master?"

There was no use being angry and upset over something that had happened and wouldn't be changed. Something that he couldn't even go back to so that he could make it right-to deliver justice.

"You possess all the hallows, even if they are not all in your physical possession," Death said, "As Master of the hallows...I am at your bidding."

Harry frowned, looking down. "If you're at my bidding...well how does that help me now? You said I cannot go back and redo my life?"

"You cannot," Death said, not even looking sorry, "You may remain with me, go back to the time of your most recent death, or…"

Harry watched as Death trailed off and smirked at him.

"You may be reborn as someone else in a different time," he offered, "Unfortunately I will not be able to place you at a point of your choosing, age wise. But you may pick your birth date...but that is all. I will choose your family."

Harry narrowed his eyes. "How do I know you won't screw me over in terms of a family? I mean...I don't want to end up powerless again."

"I will make sure you are the son of a witch and wizard. No need to worry," Death said with a greasy smile. He knew exactly who to make him the child of.

"And my memories I have now?" Harry wondered.

"You will not have them...initially," Death admitted, "But once you first come in contact with ambient magic...they will come to you in the night."

Harry was silent as he considered this. He supposed being sent somewhere with all his memories would be overwhelming and also make his plans of being independent far too easy in Death's eyes. But having a chance to change things to his liking despite not having a head start...Harry could deal with that. Anything is better than just being dead. And if he can make Dumbledore pay for the hell and pain he went through? Well that's a good boon.

"Aright...I want to be reborn in the year 1960 so I can attend Hogwarts in the seventies," Harry said seriously, "And for the fun of it? Maybe make my birthday October 31st. That was my death day, both times. So that can be my new birthday."

Death smiled an eerie grin. "Consider it done, master…."

With those words Harry suddenly felt dizzy. The world spun around him and formerly Harry Potter knew no more.

A/N: Review if you'd like :)