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Deep within the forbidden forest harry faced his enemy, or rather Dumbledore's enemy, Voldemort. Harry walked into the clearing seeing Voldemort and his death eaters.
“HARRY?! NO!” a voice shouted.
Harry turned to see Hagrid chained up to a nearby tree.
“NO! NO! HARRY, WHAT’RE YEH — ?” Hagrid continued.
“Quiet!” a death eater hissed.
Harry turned to Voldemort as he spoke. “Harry Potter,” Voldemort said very softly. His voice might have been part of the spitting fire. “The Boy Who Lived.” He raised his wand towards Harry, a curious glint in his eyes.
Harry stared back as he saw Voldemort's mouth move and a flash of green light, and everything was gone.
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He lay face down, his cheek resting on what seemed to be a smooth cool floor. He sat up slowly and realizing they weren't on his face began looking for his glasses before noticing the station was in perfect clarity. He thought of it as a station because it looked nearly identical to Kings Cross, but a misty nearly blinding white.
He bolted to his feet when he heard a pitiful squirming and screeching. He searched for the source finding what looked to be a small child with gangly limbs and raw skin. It looked so small and fragile. As he began to walk towards it a voice called to him.
“You cannot help.”
Harry spun around to find the source of the voice, only to spot Dumbledore. He seemed younger than when he had died, more whole. He is wearing one of the eccentric outfits Dumbledore was known for as he ambled towards Harry.
“Harry.” He spread his arms wide, “You wonderful boy. You brave, brave man. Let us walk.”
Harry took a step away from him. “You knew I’d die. You raised me so that I would die at his hands.” Harry starts calmly, a frown growing on his face “You raised me like a lamb for slaughter!” Harry’s voice rises
Dumbledore takes a step towards Harry “Harry my boy.” he says calmly “It was all for the greater good of the wizarding world.” he smiles.
“The greater good?!” Harry questions “Do you know how many have died in the last year? How many families have been ripped apart for the second time by this war?!” Harry is yelling now “If you planned this all so well? How come so much innocent blood has been spilled?!”
Dumbledore looks taken aback “Do not pity the dead, Harry. Pity the living, and, above all, those who live without love.”
“I have no pity for anyone anymore professor.” Harry responds quietly “I’d like to be alone now.” Harry states as he turns away
Dumbledore looks at him once more before vanishing into the bright mist of Kings Cross.
Harry begins exploring the station, looking for someone, anyone, when suddenly the station dulls, as a dark smoke begins to envelop him. Harry whips around looking for the source when he sees a dark hooded figure.
“Hello Harry.” a rough voice says, “It’s lovely to finally meet you, master.”
“Master?” Harry Questions.
“Yes, you gained all the hallows and greeted me as a friend. So yes, you are my master Harry, The Master of Death.”
Harry looks at them with bewilderment “But I'm dead. How can I... Where am I?” Harry asks, confused.
Death smiles, or at least it seems like they smile “Harry, you are currently in an in-between, you are not quite alive, but not entirely dead. So, you are here” Death waits for Harry to say something, when he doesn’t Death continues “Now, you have a few options: option 1 you can stay here and visit the realm of the living as a ghost from time to time, option 2 you ‘wake up’ after the war you continue as the ‘savior of the wizarding world’, or option 3 you start your life over you get a new chance as Harry Potter you can change the outcome. What do you think?”
Harry looks at Death for a moment before asking “So in this new life, what would change?”
Death thinks for a moment before responding “You would return to the summer of your 11th birthday, you would be with the Dursley’s, everything prior to that moment would have remained unchanged, except you would retain your memories. You would be able to change your future, and the outcome of the war.” Death explains
Harry thinks for a moment before responding, “Nothing else would change?” he questions
Death looks at him, “Nothing else should change. Would you like to take that option?” they respond
“I would.” Harry decares
Death grins “Fantastic, I’ll see you around.”
The darkness fades and the blinding white of the station returns. Harry blinks a few times at the sudden brightness, and he hears some sort of banging....