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The war was over. The Light side, the side of good and righteous people, won. The Wizarding World was celebrating, peace was finally going to reign, and the people could put their worries aside and begin to live their lives.
And Harry Potter, the martyr, the Saviour, the one that sacrificed his life so that people could live, was cast aside. To dangerous they said, a risk, a liability, unpredictable, uncontrollable.
While the world was celebrating the beginning of new times, Harry Potter was rotting away in Askaban, simply because his only, single purpose was complete. He saved them, sacrificed himself for them, he died for them. And now they didn’t need him anymore, now he was a puzzle they couldn’t solve, an extra piece, a problem.
So, like every problem they come across, they decided to ignore it, hide it out of their sights long enough for them to forget it. Like they always did, and will continue to do.
Unless, someone does something to change it.
Harry Potter realized that a person like that exited, someone did try to change how things were. And what did the world do? They casted him aside too, because he was to dangerous, a risk, a liability, unpredictable, uncontrollable.
So, when Harry Potter died in Askaban, in the dark, cold corner of his cell, abandoned and forgotten, and Death granted him a chance to go back in time and rewrite history as he sees it fit as the Master of Death. How could he refuse?