The Life He Deserved

Prologue

Harry awoke to a brightness. '

So, this was death?' he contemplated, observing his surroundings. He seemed to be at Kings Cross Station, only cleaner and brighter. There was no one else, only him and the vast empty space. He walked around a bit, the echoes of footsteps slicing through the silence. He had no idea what was happening; was this heaven? Were his parents here? His thoughts were interrupted when he felt a chill in the air. His skin prickled to the cold and a shiver stroked down his spine. The station dimmed and he could've sworn there was a thin layer of fog. He took in a shuddered breath and turned around. Behind him suddenly was a figure shrouded in black robes, its ripped ends flowing in a nonexistent breeze. It was floating on nothing, and its face was covered by shadows from its hood. It reminded him of a Dementor, only more elegant. It was death.

"Very good master, you figured that out quickly," Death's ominous voice echoed through the silence. Harry took a sharp breath, looking shocked.

"So I was right, you are death," Harry stated. "Where are my parents?" he asked in a desperate voice.

"You may see them later, if you wish," Death replied. "But there are things I must tell you beforehand."

"And what is that?" Harry questioned warily, Death wanting to tell someone something didn't sound reassuring that it would be good news.

"Well, how about I show you," Death decided, and Harry was suddenly in a dark room. The room suddenly lit up, and he recognized it as Dumbledore's office. Harry came to the conclusion that this was Death's version of a pensieve. What Harry saw, he would never forget. Memories of Dumbledore looking over the prophecy and realizing Harry would have to die in the end. Dumbledore watching Harry, and not intervening in the yearly confrontations, hoping Harry would defeat him on his own. Dumbledore sending him to his relatives even knowing about the abuse, knowing he'd be more submissive. Ron, only wanting to be friends with him for his scar on his head. For the attention he brought and the benefits of his fame. Ginny, who only liked him for his fame and money. Hermione who stood by both even knowing this, not truly valuing the friendship. Thinking him as dumb, and dependent on her because she was smart. A.N. No, this isn't going to be the overblown bashing where they are monsters and are being paid or anything, and Harry has no blocks on him. Harry felt hollow, the friendships he so valued had been so shallow on their part, and the man he looked up to as a grandfather raised him as a pig for slaughter. He felt tears prickle his eyes as he realized how much time he spent with them, only to know it meant little on their end. What he didn't expect was for a cold, boney hand to wipe the tears away, then to be pulled into a chilled embrace. Harry, who had gone most of his life without love, hugged death back desperately trying to reign his emotions. When he calmed down, letting out a shaky breath he looked directly at Death.

"So, what now? Should I pass on with this knowledge?" Harry questioned, finally thinking straight again. His voice was cold and hard, void of the love and care he once held onto.

"That is an option, however, you have more choices than most Master," Death told him; the black room started fading back to the station they were in prior.

"Does you calling me Master have something to do with it?" Harry enquired, confused.

"Yes, it does Master. You see, you died possessing all three hallows. Thus, making you, my master. "Death informed him. Harry quirked an eyebrow at that. He now realized Death was right, he owned the wand when he disarmed Draco, he had the stone in the snitch, and he had the invisibility cloak since he was eleven.

"Okay then, what are these options?" he asked Death, curious what he could do with this.

"Well, you have a few choices, you can pass on and start your new life, you can join me and reign the underworld, or you can start a second chance and return to your life with your new knowledge." Death said to him. Harry was shocked by that. He didn't even need to think. He could do this over! He could live his life the way he always wanted! "I see you've already chosen Master." Death- chuckled? Huh, Harry never thought Death would act so human.

"Yes, I'd like to go back," Harry said confidently. He was excited to live this the way he wanted.

"Your wish is my command, Master. Now there are a few things you should know beforehand. Firstly, you are my master which will come with many benefits. Unless you wish it, you cannot die. You will simply return here for a moment before I send you back to where you came, damage free. Secondly, I will give you a couple gifts. One, being eidetic memory. You will remember everything you've ever experienced. Two, natural occlumency and legilimency You can read anyone's mind no matter their occlumency skill, and your own shields will be impenetrable. Three, I'll be always available in your mind if you ever have questions or need knowledge for death knows all. Four, you will unlock traits that were too weak in the bloodline. You will be a metamorphmagus, a parselmage, and your magical level will be at the highest possible. And lastly, the horcrux within you cannot be removed, but will no longer hurt you. You have full control over your connection to Voldemort." Harry absorbed all this information in. Well, this will be an interesting life.

"Okay then, I'm ready." 

"Very well master, I'll speak to you in the future." And with a bow, Death left. Then with sparks of Magic, Harry is swallowed in light and everything goes white.