The scene was somber as the young man made his way through the debris of Hogwarts. The once magnificent castle was now a pile of ruins, a result of the brutal war that had just come to an end. The young man was none other than Harry Potter, the boy-who-had-lived through countless battles and had ultimately emerged as the savior of the wizarding world. His face was etched with exhaustion, and his body bore the scars of numerous battles fought. As he walked, he couldn't help but feel a sense of melancholy wash over him. He had won the war, but at what cost? His "beloved friends" had betrayed him in this last stand pressing him to kill them but he succeeded, he killed Voldemort. He was left feeling hollow and alone. Despite a voice in his head screaming to hate them, he realized that he couldn't, they were just trying to survive in a world that had been turned upside down but being allied to Voldemort lead them to their death.

He was tired of being Fate's chew toy, and he yearned for the death Dumbledore promised. But he knew that he couldn't just walk away and forget about the chaos that had been unleashed, his people saving things as Hermione called it wouldn't allow it. So with the help of the Black and Potter library, he soon discovered a ritual that would allow him to travel back in time in exchange for letting another soul chosen by death inhabit it. He smiled, his soul for a chance to change things it was not costly, he smiled bitterly realizing that Dumbledore created the perfect martyr. Despite knowing he would die he prepared everything the soul in his body would need.

He firstly delved deep into the history of the first rise of Voldemort consulting with magical portraits whatever they were Dumbledore, Walburga, etc seeking to understand the intricacies of the past in the process.

Next, he gathered potions and spells that would be useful for the journey. Trunks with an ample supply of gold, in case he needed to bribe someone and a range of potions for protection and healing. He also realized that his past? future self? would need to blend in so he would need a disguise and a fake identity.

Finally, he began training in muggle fighting techniques, knowing that he(future/past self) might need to defend himself in a time when magic was not always a viable option. He put himself on a trough potion regime transforming his body into a weapon of war.

With a light heart, Harry performed the ritual, realizing the cost that it would exact on him. As he felt his soul leave his body, he couldn't help but reflect on where it had gone wrong.

I didn't know when it started. Was it perhaps in my first years when I killed Quirell to impede Voldemort's plan? Was it when I went along with what Dumbledore said without questioning him?

Was it during my second year at Hogwarts that I gained notoriety as a "budding dark lord"? Was it when I defeated the basilisk that had been unleashed upon Hogwarts, killing my first Horcrux, after the Chamber of Secrets had been opened and several students had been petrified, causing panic and fear to grip the school while the professor did nothing?

Was it in the third year that I had to face hundreds of dementors on my own without the help of the professor? Was it when I learned that Sirius Black, a murderer in Albus Dumbledore's eyes, was my godfather? Was it when I discovered that my professor was a friend of my parents and I would have never known otherwise?

Was it in the fourth year when my supposed friends abandoned and shunned me with the rest of the students for being part of the Triwizard Tournament? Was it when Cedric Diggory was killed? Was it when Dumbledore said it was alright and sent me back to the Dursleys without any help?

Was it in my fifth year when instead of being taught about girls, I was either imprisoned in Durzkaban or Grimmauld Place? Was it when I was tortured by Umbridge for being a liar without anyone helping me?

Was it in my sixth year when I had to flee Hogwarts to search for Voldemort's Horcrux without any information about it? Or was it when my friends abandoned me?

Was it in the seventh year when I finally killed him? Was it when I pardoned the world for putting me down at every step of my life?

Or was it before all of that? Was it when I asked the Sorting Hat to put me in Gryffindor instead of Slytherin? Was it when I trusted Hagrid? Was it when I stopped feeling hate for the Dursleys? Was it when Dumbledore allowed Tom to recruit Hogwarts students? Or was it before that?

As soon as the last thought hit his head a bright light appeared and disappeared sending his body to...

Near Surrey in 1970

Huurh. Who am I? I am Harry. No, I am Hadrien. My mind is foggy, and my memories are a jumbled mess. I don't know who I am anymore. It's as if I've been split in two, and now I'm fighting to reconcile my two identities.

for the next hours, I feel like I was living in a dream. I'll catch a glimpse of myself in a mirror, and I won't recognize the person staring back at me. I've tried to make sense of it all, but the more I try, the more confused I become. I don't know if I'm Harry or Hadrien, or if I'm a mixture of the two. It was only when night settled me that memory started to come back and I started to make sense of my situation.

I am in the body of Harry James Potter, the son of James Potter and Lily Evans. It's an odd feeling, being someone else entirely. I remember my previous life, as Hadrien Peverell, but it feels distant and dreamlike. I know that I was often subjected to ridicule and mockery because of the comparisons between my name and the famous Peverell family in the Harry Potter series. However, as I grew older and went through puberty, my name started to work in my favor, helping me become quite the womanizer. This morning, I got killed by the husband of one of the women I had been seeing. It was a messy situation, and I knew I shouldn't have been involved with a married woman, but I couldn't help myself. I was addicted to the thrill of the forbidden. And I am now in his body because of a ritual?

"How is this even possible? Does the Harry Potter universe is real ?," I muttered under my breath, feeling a wave of confusion and disbelief wash over me. But as the reality of my situation set in, my initial shock gave way to a sense of detachment. My emotions began to fade, leaving me feeling numb and detached from the world around me. It was at that time that I realized that my/his body Occlumency blocked my emotion leaving me with pure logic. I quickly inspected myself realizing that, my body had been de-aged to that of Harry's teenage years, specifically 11 years old. However, despite the physical changes, the scars that Harry bore remained on my skin. But what was even more surprising was how his emotions seemed to have merged with mine. Any emotion I have will be crushed as long as it's not hate, love, and lust gazing at my boner.

As I finished my physical examination, I began the mental process by reviewing all of our memories. I remembered that Harry had already formulated a lot of plans to change the timeline, the first part was to change his name magically, erasing the name "Potter" and"Black" from the Marauder's Map and the family tapestry. This would allow me to operate in secret, striking from the shadows without being detected. While he did pick a name it was a random one and I was not Harry Potter wishing to stay normal and abandon the political power our family could provide.

As I was pondering over a name, a sudden gust of wind blew open the window, causing the curtains to flutter wildly. And then I saw him - the cloaked figure standing at the foot of my bed. My heart raced in fear as I realized who he was. Death himself.

"I see that you are struggling to choose a name," he spoke in a deep, ominous voice.

I could barely muster a nod

"Well, fear not," he continued. "For I have a name in mind that I believe would be perfect for you."

He approached me slowly, his bony hand outstretched. In his hand was a piece of parchment, upon which was written the name "Hadrian Peverell." before disappearing in white particles

"Hadrian Peverell," I thought to myself. "The Peverell family played a significant part in the wizarding world's history" Harry wanted to distance himself from the fame and power that came with his name, but instead of wasting this potential, I will now create my path. Moreover, the Peverell name could provide me with some level of protection in Hogwarts against the death eater even if this would put me under Dumbledore's eyes.