Harry put down the daily profit and finished his last swill of coffee. He glanced back at the paper eyes widening at the date, December 21, 2008. Man, time flew, he thought to himself. Ginny and Dean oldest would be 6 in a few days. "Kreacher!" he yelled. There was an audible pop. "How can Kreacher serve master this morning?" asked the elf. "Honestly, Kreacher, how many times do I have to tell you don't call me master?" asked Harry. "Once more master." Kreacher responded. Harry rolled his eyes. "Anyways Kreacher, can you fetch me my cloak please? I'll be heading to Diagon for Cecelia's birthday present soon. Don't expect me home until late." There was a snap and the cloak appeared floating in front of Harry. He grabbed it and put it on, gave a jaunty wave to Kreacher, spun around and was gone. Harry arrived in front of Gringotts. "Potter!" He spun, catching site of Rabastan Lestrange. The next thing he saw was a flash of green.
He was floating in darkness. Everything felt light, like he didn't have a care in the world. "Master?". He startled. Memories flooded his mind. The final battle. Burying the dead from both sides. Trying to round up the remaining death eaters. Breaking up with Ginny. Realizing he was gay. The last thought to run through his mind was seeing Rabastan, the last remaining death eater who some how ten years later was still evading capture. "I'm dead, aren't I?" he asked. "Yes master. Your body is dead. But like we discussed your soul is eternal. We have options. I get the sense you want another adventure?" asked the disembodied voice. Harry chuckled, "Yes death I have grown bored. So, what will my options be?". "There is only one I am willing to offer. Too many souls came to me to early the fates aren't happy. In fact, they are furious. And they do so give me a headache when things happen that they don't foresee." Death finished with a whine.
He continued after a short pause of deep breathing. "We've never offered this before. We, the fates and I, will work together to send you back." Harry sucked in a breath. "Back to when?" He asked. Death sighed. "You're not going to like it." He admitted after a few minutes of silence. Harry sighed and forlornly said "When do I ever?" This time a new voice spoke. It was feminine. Soft wispy. "Young master of death. You have been dealt a bad hand. My sisters and I wish to fix that. At the same time, we will be fixing the wrong to thousands of souls. You will be given a new body. You will find love and have a home." "There's a catch isn't there?" asked Harry. A short pause and a new voice answered. This one, while gravely, was decidedly feminine as well. "You will be sent back in time. Back to stop all this from happening." "How?" asked Harry. "We have settled on sending you back to before Tom riddle is born. From there you decide how you wish to proceed." A third voice added. The next thing Harry knew he was spinning.
He became aware slowly. All he could hear was shouting. Men and Woman screaming wondering what was going on. As he opened his eyes, he could see a goblin standing over him. He was at the entrance to Gringotts. Two goblins grabbed him and hauled him through the doors. They ushered him into the back rooms at a brisk pace. Speaking in gobbledegook the whole time. "What's going on?" asked Harry. "Be quiet. Wait until you are in a secure room, please." Answered the one on his left. He heard shouting and a loud bang. He turned to look. He saw a group of aurors burst into the atrium of the bank just as the door sealed shut behind him. The goblin guards continued to lead him down the hallway. They passed door after door. Until finally they came upon a massive ornate door. The gobbling in front of him brusquely knocked. "ENTER!" The door swung open, and he was ushered inside.
The room was large. Armor and weapons of all kinds lined the walls. Ornate jewelry was behind numerous glass shadow box stands. In the back sat a large oak desk. And behind that desk sat a goblin. Harry realized the other goblins were kneeling around him. So, he gave a low bow. The goblin chuckled. "Rise wizard." He ordered in a stern voice. Harry remained where he was. "Please Master of death. Rise and sit. You shall come to no harm here. Of that I swear." The magic in the room swirled setting the oath into hair and the goblin behind the desk. Only then did harry rise. He cautiously made his way to the chair and sat, as the important goblin's eyes followed him the whole way. "Leave us." The goblin ordered. The others slowly backed out of the room, closing the door behind them. "Now, I would ask your name but I believe you don't know it yet?" he asked. Harry nodded mutely. Death materialized then. Harry startled and began looking frantically at the goblin who chuckled. "Yes, I can see your servant. Yes, I know why you're here. And yes, the goblin nation is willing to help."
Harry breathed a sigh of relief. "Would someone like to clue in me as to what's going on?" Harry asked with a stern look at death. Death, who somehow managed to look contrite. "Your currently in a new body in the year 1926. October of 1926 to be exact." Harry's mind spun. "October 1926?" he squeaked. He received a nod from both. Then the goblin spoke "My name is Ragnarök. I am the current goblin head chieftain. I control the whole of the goblin nation. My guards ushered you here to keep you from the ministry's hands until we've completed your background. Their unrest with Grindelwald on the loose is concerning. Now it is my understanding that you're currently inhabiting a new body one created specifically for you. But it does have the blood of a specific family running through it." With this he looked at death for confirmation. Receiving a nod in response. "Perfect that will make things easier." he exclaimed.
Ragnarök snapped his fingers and materials appeared out of thin air. A bowl, a piece of parchment and a sliver dagger. "Now Master of Death, prick your finger and allow three drops of blood to flow into the bowl." Harry did as he was told, used to this ritual by now. He had to perform the same ritual to claim the potter lordship as well. Ragnarök poured a purple vile of potion onto the blood and used a silver stirring rod to swirl it together three times clockwise. Then poured the bowls content onto the paper. Which began to soak it up very quickly until nothing was left. After 5 minutes words began to slowly appear on the paper.
Name: Hadrian Peverell
Age: 28
Date of birth: July 31, 1898
Mother: Elizabeth Slytherin
Father: Cadmus Peverell the 14th
Citizenship: Netherlands
Heir to Peverell and Slytherin Lordships and their holdings.