Harry sighed, rubbing his temples. "What exactly am I supposed to do differently this time? I already fought and defeated Voldemort once."
Death chuckled, a deep, resonant sound that sent a shiver through Harry's malnourished frame. "Oh, you'll be taking down Tom again, of course. But this time, I want you to do more. The wizarding world is stagnant, outdated, and self-destructive across many countries, not just Britain. I want you to bring it into the modern era. Fix it."
Harry snorted. "That alone is a monumental task. Anything else you want while I'm at it?"
Death's empty gaze seemed to gleam with amusement. "Take down Albus Dumbledore. The old man has done more harm than good. Whether by misguided intent or personal arrogance, his influence has shaped the world into the mess that led us here."
That took Harry by surprise. He had long since realized that Dumbledore's plans had been less than benevolent, but for Death itself to call him out? That confirmed Harry's worst suspicions.
"Alright," he said slowly. "And if I want to do anything else along the way?"
"I won't stop you."
Harry hesitated before voicing the request that had been weighing on his heart. "Before I go, can I ask for one thing?"
Death tilted its head. "Of course, Master."
Harry inhaled deeply. "Can you make it so Hermione is with me when I become immortal again?"
Death studied him for a long moment before answering. "Yes, but she has to trust and love you before that can happen. You'll have to earn it."
Harry nodded, determination settling in his chest. That was fair. More than fair.
"Great," he said, feeling a surge of something he hadn't felt in years—hope.
Death turned to leave but paused. "Oh, and one more thing, Master."
Harry raised an eyebrow.
"Become the Master of Death again. Fully, this time."
Before Harry could ask what that meant, the world went white.
With a grumble Harry awoke in his 10 year old body. After looking around and getting his bearings Dudley jumped on the stair loudly saying, "Wake up Potter, we're going to the zoo."
Not wanting to get pushed in the cupboard again he waited and was ginning. 'I'm back.'