Harry James Potter, the Boy Who Lived, was lying on his knees in the void; all around him were countless stars, shining with different colors. He could feel that he was standing on some invisible platform, as he could clearly see more stars under it.

Standing up, he was wondering if his plan worked or if he somewhat managed to get stuck between worlds. After all, no one knows what happens when one crosses the veil of death.

"Harry Potter," he heard a deep masculine voice. Harry quickly turned around to the source, and he could make a white silhouette of a human. He couldn't tell straightforwardly if the person before him was old or young, what the color of his eyes or hair was, or the length of his hair. The only thing that he was sure of was that the being was male.

"I am God of Creation," the being said kindly. "I would like to talk with you; after all, this is not often I could speak with someone who crossed the veil by their own will."

"I didn't exactly have a choice in this matter," nervously began the boy who lived "The Wizengamot saw me guilty of using magic and murdering Cedric."

"You don't have to hide your true self before me," God laughed. "I perfectly know of you discovering your magic earlier; I know of your underperformance in your classes; and I know of your plan of leaving Britain through the veil."

Unconsciously, Harry took a step back.

"There is no need for fear," chuckled the being. "I can understand why you did this. You are only fifteen years old and have had more life-threatening adventures than you should. Normally, you wouldn't survive going through a veil, and your soul would go straight to the afterlife, but thanks to your possession of a certain cloak, we have this meeting."

"But what will happen to me now? Will I spend the rest of my time here with you?" questioned the boy.

The being smiled, "No, you will not. After our little conversation, I will send you on your merry way to a new adventure, one without any manipulations. To be more precise, I want to reincarnate you in the new world."

"Reincarnate?"

"Well, more like a transition from the old one; for real reincarnation, you would first have to die, and there is no need for that. First and foremost, I will heal your body and bring it back to what it is supposed to be. Years of malnourishment didn't help your growth. Some things I will leave alone, such as basilisk venom and phoenix tears in your blood; the scar on your forehead will also remain as it was opened to expel the fragment of a soul and magic of my realm slipped in."

"I had a soul in my head?" that alarmed Harry, wondering whose soul it was and why nothing had been done about it before. The only person whose soul could it be was a dark lord or his parents; no one else fitted with the time when the scar was made.

"Yes, one belonging to Tom Riddle, but really a tiny fragment, not enough to possess you. It was logged between the skull and skin. Your scar became bigger because of the forceful ejection of a soul," the god conjured a mirror and handed it to the boy. "This is when some of the magic of this realm slipped through."

Harry could see that his once small lightning bolt-like scar had become bigger; it had expanded, starting from his right eyebrow and ending near his hairline. It also became more pronounced than before.

"This fragment was also one of the reasons why you needed eyeglasses, along with your early years spent in the cupboard. You won't need them anymore, and your eyesight will be fixed as well. You may also be capable of recollecting some of the soul memories—not real memories of Tom Riddle but more like a muscle memory to some magic." being explained further. "It may help you in a new world."

"I see." Harry stopped checking himself in the mirror and focused once more on the person across from him. "And in this new world, will I have to do something?"

"No, just live there. Enjoy your second chance at life."

"Just like that?"

"Any complaints about that?" God's voice was filled with amusement.

"I just don't believe that it is possible to gain so much for nothing," replied Harry honestly.

"You already did plenty for your world. I would say that you deserve a reward; after all, what a fifteen-year-old can say—that they battled dark lords, trolls, basilisks, and many more." smiled the god, "and in truth, just you being in my world will benefit me greatly."

"After living with the Dursleys and my later years in Hogwarts, living for myself truly sounds like a dream," sighted Harry, "and being completely healed on top of that is just making it even better."

"Still, I have no excuse for pressing you at my own convenience, so I will grant you a wish." God smiled, "You may wish for anything, be it either a certain skill that you would like to have or fate with only good encounters; whatever you want, I will grant it."

Harry was certainly astonished; he didn't expect that. The best he hoped to get by crossing the veil was going to another world, and the worst was simply dying. He made this decision after being ignored by everyone and reading how the Daily Prophet villainized him after the tournament.

The Dementors attack was the tipping point. The only thing that could stop him in Britain was his godfather, but after being moved to Black's townhouse and seeing Sirius, a person that he was truly worrying about being without any contact from for the entire summer, he was living in luxury, granted he couldn't leave the house, when at the same time Harry was imprisoned with the Dursleys slaving and starving away without any support.

So he made his choice and pretended to be fine, finishing all his plans that he could, slipping quietly to Gringotts, and then spectacularly enraging Fudge even further on the trial, just for the opportunity of being tossed through the veil. He will never forget the face that Dumbledore made after refusing to use him as his defense.

Of course, he did research on the veil. Thankfully, the books from Peverell's vault helped.

"Then I would like for my new body to never get sick," after a moment to consider it, Harry replied.

"... the body that cannot be sick?"

"Yes, I would like to enjoy the new world without any worry. After suffering from malnourishment, I don't want to suffer from it again."

"Then I will grant you a [Healthy body]; as it was quite small for a wish, I will grant you another one."

"Eh?" blinked the boy.

"Just say it," prompted God.

"Then I would like to know the language of this new world," said Harry without much thought.

"This is already in the beginning pack, so it was already granted. Think of something else."

"In that case, I would like to live in a place without people."

"A place without people?"

"Yes, after ten years with the Dursleys and later with Hogwarts, where everyone changed their opinion on me every year, I don't exactly trust anyone." Harry scratched the back of his neck. "I would like for once not to think about how to behave."

"Therefore, a place without other people? I will consider the place I will transfer you to."

"Thank you," she smiled.

"I don't mind if there is another wish. A real wish."

"Quite frankly, being free from my old world is already great enough that I don't have any more wishes."

"Then, that's it. Is there something you want to do? The destination is a world of swords and magic, which is common in games, you know. Do you want to become the world's best swordsman? Do you want to become a wizard with the rarest abilities? Or do you want to be a king somewhere?" asked God.

"Hahaha, not really. After the last few years, I would like to live peacefully," laughed Harry. "But there is something to do. Ah, I get it!"

"What is it?" God quickly asked, seeing a chance for the real wish.

"Farming," smiled Harry. "When I was a child, I always enjoyed gardening and cooking the most out of all the chores that my relatives gave me."

"So farming."

"Is that a problem?" asked Harry.

"Not much of a problem; just farming isn't exactly under my jurisdiction. I will need to make a call. Wait a moment." God explained and picked up the telephone handset. Harry could swear that it wasn't there just moments before. The phone was red and had a rotary dial. It was standing on a small wooden table that was high enough for the being to pick up the handset easily.

He could hear the entire conversation on both sides but couldn't make out the meaning of the words. The god was speaking a different language, one that couldn't be associated with any language from Earth.

Being on the other end of the conversation sounded exciting. It seems God was done talking as he placed the handset back on its place and the phone vanished along with the table.

"I kept you waiting." God focused once more on Harry, "Here this is for you." In the being's hands, a normal hoe materialized. The handle was normal wood, and the blade's part looked to be made from iron. It slowly levitated towards Harry until he grasped it in his hands. Getting a closer look, he couldn't see what made it special.

"This is [All Purpose Farming Tool]. To put it simply, right now it may look like a normal hoe, but you just need to think of any farming tool and it will transform into it." God started explaining. "Furthermore, it is bonded with you; no one else will be capable of using it, and you can make it disappear and summon it at will."

Harry tried using it, first transforming the hoe into a shovel, then into a sickle. When he was done testing transformations, he tried to hide them. [All Purpose Farming Tool] disappeared in the golden glow.

"Wonderful. Now, before you move into a new world, two of my siblings would like to talk with you as well." Next to the God of Creation, two more beings materialized.

On the right side of him was a tall figure of a woman. She was dressed in long black silk robes, and the hood that she was wearing didn't hide her face completely. Her long raven hair flowed loosely and was a good contrast to her pearl-like skin. Her rosy-plump lips had been arranged into a small smile. Her eyes were completely black; looking into them was similar to looking into the void.

Harry noticed a small symbol on her robe, above her right breast. He recognized it from his history books in the Hogwarts library. Though Dark Lord Grinderwald had recently used it, he knew that it didn't signify her allegiance to him. Before the Second World War, this symbol was used by the Peverells and associated with the Deathly Hallows. He realized that Death herself stood before him.

On the other side of the God of Creation was another attractive woman. Her long, ashy hair was tied back in a ponytail. Her striking violet eyes were twinkling in the light like a pair of amethysts, adding an enchanting allure to her presence. Her figure exuded such grace and beauty that it would surely evoke envy even in a Veela, a mythical being known for their mesmerizing appeal.

Her clothing was noticeably more colorful compared to Death's attire. She wore a predominantly purple dress adorned with blue embroidery in the form of various runes. Every now and then, glimpses of light could be seen pulsing through the fabric of her dress. Her outfit revealed more skin than Death's, as if it were intended for a festive Yule ball.

"My sisters, Lady Death and Lady Magic." God of Creation was introduced.

"My ladies." Harry made an awkward attempt at bowing. He may be the Lord of the Most Ancient and Most Noble Houses, but he was without any training, choosing to focus more on magic than customs.

"My champion," said Lady Death with a smile, "it's good to finally meet you."

"Mr. Potter," nodded Lady Magic.

"You honor me, my ladies," began Harry, trying to be formal with two powerful entities. "Can I ask what you need of me?"

Lady Death's smile widened as she responded, "We don't have any need of you anymore, my dear champion. With you leaving your old world behind, there is no need for your service. We would simply give some gifts."

"And why would I deserve them?" asked Harry.

"It was unknown to you, but there was a prophecy linked with you," started to explain Lady Magic. "Thanks to you going through the veil and removing a piece of the soul from your scar, you made this prophecy null and void."

"I'm guessing it wasn't a good prophecy." sighted Harry, it was just his luck to have something like this happen to him.

"That depends," laughed Lady Magic. It could lead either to a golden age of magic with wonders not seen since the times of Merlin and the founders of your school or to the complete destruction of not only the magical world but also the mundane one. Life on your planet would be gone."

"Yes, as much as we would like to avoid complete death in your old world, your existence there is slowly leading it towards it," said Lady Death with sadness in her voice.

"It wasn't your fault," the God of Creation quickly added, seeing concern on the boy's was because of the interference of other people who thought they could control fate. Mainly Tom Marvolo Riddle and Albus Wulfric Dumbledore."

"Yes, these two," scowled Lady Death. Riddle on itself is just a mad dog that tries to escape me, and him trying to control the prophecy was almost certain, not that it would work as it was proven when you were just a toddler."

Harry could hear in her voice the disdain when talking about Voldemort; he could understand it after all; anybody that tries to outrun death would surely get on the Lady Death's shitlist.

"And Dumbledore, in his grandiose way, went and made it even worse. All for the so-called greater good, as he calls it. A bloody fool can't see past his crooked nose, thinking of himself as all-knowing."

Harry could shiver going down his spine; his headmaster was clearly even more hated by Death than Voldemort. And if he read the scowl on Lady Magic's face right, he wasn't loved by her as well.

"Calm down, sisters; there is no need to flash your auras around our young friend," stated calmly the God of Creation.

Something in the air changed once more, and Harry could breathe more easily. This experience made him wonder what Dumbledore did to deserve such scorn from the deities.

"You have my apologies, my dearest champion; I shouldn't have reacted as I did," said Death.

Magic bowed her head. "Yes, I am deeply sorry as well, young Potter. Just talking about Albus Dumbledore makes me wrathful."

"There is no need to apologize," he said, waving his hand. Harry: "If I may ask what Professor Dumbledore did to earn such a reaction?"

"If we speak about his actions or, in some cases, his inactions, we would spend many years here, " chuckled Lady Magic. "He is the main reason why I was thinking of cutting down my blessing on the people of Britain. For example, of his bad choices in relation to prophecy, he is a reason why you are an orphan."

Harry felt as if he had been hit with a sledgehammer; he knew that the headmaster wasn't the kind grandfather that he liked to portray himself as. But Dumbledore being the reason for his parents' deaths was unexpected. When he was in Gringotts a few weeks after being introduced to the magical world, he found out about not only his inheritance, something that no one told him about, but also about many transactions that left the Potter family's vault under the instructions of Dumbledore.

As an eleven-year-old boy, he couldn't do anything about these transactions as Dumbledore was his magical guarantee. It was the main reason why he chose to hide his true self and be careful. He lost a few millions of galleons to the old headmaster that he couldn't regain as it was all done legally through Wizengamot, even when he tried just before leaving his old world. The best he could do was remove Dumbledore's access; of course, it was unnecessary anymore as he moved all his money from the Potter and Black vaults into Peverell's vault, knowing that after his execution, the ministry would try to take control over his known vaults, and the ones belonging to Peverells were more protected because they were older and under different sets of laws.

"Yes, it was because of his manipulations that your parents were attacked that night." continued Magic: " He was the one to convince your parents to move into Godric Hollow; he was the one that secretly dropped hints that Sirius Black would be too obvious; and he was the one that leaked the part of the prophecy to Tom Riddle just so he could attack."

"He leaked the prophecy to Voldemort?" asked confused Harry, Why would Dumbledore do something like that?

"Only part of it. After Sybill Trelawney gave the original prophecy to him at the job interview in his office, he chose to recreate the interview in his brother's inn, letting one of Riddle's followers overhear it and going to his master with it." said Lady Magic.

"He then told your parents about them being in danger but never explicitly stated why they were in danger, and with small manipulations on his part, he arranged not only the place of the attack but also how the secret would leak," added Lady Death.

"He did it because he wanted to fulfill the prophecy as quickly as possible. But then it all spiraled out after your survival, so he made more choices to weaken you. Everything from ignoring and sealing the will of your parents and sending you to Dursleys to making sure that you would never learn of your place in magical society."

"But why did he do it?" asked Harry.

"Dumbledore did it just so you would either sacrifice yourself or be weak enough to easily fall before Riddle's wand." answered sadly, Lady Magic, "Because in his opinion there were no other options to remove the soul fragment from your scar, of course he didn't look for any other method; he just simply believed that he already knew all the answers."

"What does the prophecy say?" asked Harry, trying to stay calm with this revelation.

Lady Magic stretched her hand forward; in it was an orb containing a swirling mist inside. Harry could see the mist had slowly dispersed, and a pale image of his divination professor appeared inside the orb.

"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches... Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies... and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not... and either must die at the hand of the other, for neither can live while the other survives... The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies."

After finishing, the image of Trelawney disappeared in the fog once more. Lady Magic led the orb from her hand, and it simply vanished in a swirl that Harry could compare to the portkey.

"The prophecy didn't state that I needed to die," started Harry after a moment of was Dumbledore trying so hard to kill me?"

"The fool didn't think that a boy could defeat a dark lord with decades of experience," scowled Lady Death, crossing arms under her chose to ignore the power he knows, not in favor of gaining the option to kill Riddle himself; at the very least, he didn't do it for glory but just wanted to defeat him earlier than he believed you could do it."

"Be as it may, because of these manipulations, the magical world would go to war with the mundane world, bringing destruction to both sides," added Lady Magic. "To cut a long story short, you would let Riddle kill you but would be brought back thanks to the soul fragment taking a killing curse, then you would win against him, finally vanquishing him for good."

That sounded good to Harry; he knew that there were probably many hardships along the way, but at the very least Voldemort was supposed to die. He didn't see how that would end up with a war against Mudanes.

"However, the situation from the end of the previous blood war would repeat itself, and many death eaters would claim imperius defense," continued Lady Magic. "And in a few years after the final battle, they would assassinate you in mundane London, making sure that the Mudanes would take the blame, bringing forward the war. The last war that would bring annihilation to all living things on Earth."

Harry could feel a pit in his stomach; he didn't expect there to be a reason for something so terrifying. He was glad that he chose to leave the old world; maybe now they had a chance at survival.

Seeing the contemplative look on the boy's face, God of Creation started to assure him with a smile, "You have nothing to worry about; with you removed from the equation, they now have a fighting chance. They will no longer be looking towards you, thinking that the Boy Who Lived will somewhat solve all their problems. Magical Britain either remains as the sheep and brings doom upon themselves or they will finally rise back to its previous glory."

Harry didn't hold any love for magical Britain; in truth, he didn't hold any love for Great Britain as a whole. In his eyes, he was failed by the government many times, be it by ignoring abuse from the Dursleys, his teachers never doing anything even with obvious signs, or by his sham trial in front of Wizengamot.

At first, when he got his Hogwarts letter, he believed that maybe he had finally found a place where someone like him could belong. Sadly, these expectations were quickly crushed; he suddenly became a celebrity just for next year and became the villain because he could speak parseltongue. He quickly learned that he could trust only himself after McGonagall or any other teacher didn't do anything about bullying.

"Without the interference of Dumbledore, you were supposed to grow up in a magical household," stated Lady Death, "growing into a powerful wizard who would not only win the war against Voldemort but would later make sure to curb down the radicals on both sides of the spectrum."

"And the fragment of the soul?" asked Harry.

"That could be removed in a few different ways," started to answer Lady Magic, holding her hand to her chin. "The first option is the one your headmaster chose; the second option would be goblins, as they know how to do it; and there is even a mundane method by simply going to the surgeon and cutting the scar out of your forehead. And that's only a few."

"But let's leave it at that; I don't believe will need this information in his new life." The God of Creation clapped his hands.

"Yes, that's true," nodded Lady Death. "I will start first with my gifts. As you read about the Deathly Hallows, you surely know of the title of 'Master of Death'?"

Harry nodded his head to confirm it as Death continued, "The tale is true in stating about gathering all three hallows to gain the title, but it misses the one part needed, that being Peverell blood."

"The youngest brother, Ignotus, was your ancestor. It was from him that you inherited the cloak." Next to Death, his cloak manifested and floated in the air: "The oldest brother, Antioch, died without children, losing the Elder Wand and making his bloodline extinct." The wand that Harry saw Dumbledore use appeared next to the cloak: "The line of the second brother, Cadmus, was continued after his death until his family merged with the Gaunts, who chose to hide the resurrection stone in their family ring." The black stone joined the rest of the hallows in the air.

"The cloak belonged to you as a family heirloom; the wand could be obtained by defeating the previous owner; Dumbledore earned it by defeating Grindelwald; you earned it when you disarmed him just before going through the veil."

Harry remembered that, just moments before his execution, Dumbledore appeared in all his glory, trying to save him from certain death. The old headmaster even gave him his own wand back after freeing him from his shackles. The total confusion that appeared on the face of Dumbledore when Harry sent expelliarmus at him was priceless; after all, nobody expected Harry to want to go through the veil.

"And you earned the stone when you claimed all the lordships at Gringotts; it belonged to you thanks to the right of conquest. So even if you didn't physically have all three hallows, their rights belonged to you." Lady Death smiled at him.

Three hallows started to slowly flow toward him. "As they belonged to you, I will grant you them in the new world. They changed quite a bit, but you will have to find out for yourself what changed." finished Lady Death.

"I'm sorry, but I don't believe myself worthy of the title; I didn't even try to gather them all." said Harry, unsure.

"You have nothing to worry about, Harry," smiled Death. The true title that was gained by passing my test was lost to time; 'Master of Death' was made up by a wizard. I am inevitable and cannot have mastery over myself. And for now, you don't have to worry about it."

Harry sighed with relief; he didn't even want to think about what responsibilities such a title would come with. Never mind that Death herself probably would never allow herself to be bound by some human wizard. He didn't question the meaning of the true title; it was probably nothing after all, right?.

"Now I believe it is my turn," smiled Lady Magic. "I will simply grant you your inheritance—to be more precise, everything that your family owned, be it books, heirlooms, or gold."

A small card appeared near Harry; he could see that on it was drawn a vault door that was similar to the ones he saw in Gringotts.

"You will need to enlarge it and place it on some wall; only you and those that you allow will be capable of going inside. There you will have everything sorted by type and from what houses they come."

Harry accepted the gift shocked; he gained more than he imagined; not only was he now free of the shackles that Magical Britain and Dumbledore gave him, he also possessed the Deathly Hallows and was even capable of taking his inheritance into the new world, something that he didn't know was possible.

He was even more glad that he recalled all the debts that were owed to his family, something that he did out of spite. Gringotts told him that the Ministry may try to take control over the Black and Potter vaults, so he moved everything from them into his Peverell vault, as it was much older and under goblin protection. Even Fudge isn't stupid enough to declare war on the goblins.

"May I ask for one thing, my lady?" asked Harry.

"Yes child?" Lady Magic tilted her head.

"Leave some gold in my old vaults, but only the ones that the Ministry won't be capable of usurping; I won't need such a large sum in any case, and it may be useful if some distant relative is capable of claiming it."

"I will do so," smiled Lady Magic, approving his decision to take care of even distant family.

"I believe that we are now finished here," the God of Creation clapped his hands. "Now it's time to move on; are you ready?"

"Yes, I believe I am. Thank you for everything," answered Harry.

"Well, then stay healthy and live a good life," smiled the being.

Harry felt as if he were melting, and before he noticed it, he was suddenly in the forest.