So, the year 2000? (hp x tr)

A favour from Morpheus

"Death?" Harry called as he entered the Black family's library.

"Death?"

"Yes, sorry master. I'm here!"

"I woke up an hour ago and i remembered your message in my dream, that must of been a lot of effort just to tell me you needed to talk." Harry said, clearly unfazed by death's dramatics.

"Mh, i did have to call in a favour from Morpheus."

"Probably wasted it, you dramatic twat!"

"Rude, I wouldn't say that now if i were you."

"Are you me though?" Harry raised an eyebrow

"Okay past that, do you remember we had a conversation about all the lives that could have been spared during voldy's reine?"

"Oh no"

"Oh yes! I spoke to Chronos, he and i both agree."

"So you're shipping me off to like 50 years ago?!"

"Yeh! It seems like a great idea, doesn't it? You get to experience Hogwarts version of Tom and not a bloody psychopath, and maybe try to steer him past the murder slash cult shenanigans..Then you could  carry on as a professor and teach your parents! Imagine the lives you'd spare!" Death tried to argue.

"I'd be a professor?"

"Yes. We can't de-age you.. So you'd go as you are now, you are completely qualified to teach anyway!"

"Yeh but wouldn't that mean that i wouldn't be born in 1980?"

"I discussed THAT with Zoie and she said it was fine, she'd take care of it so that you would still be born!"
Death said now, eyes full of hope

Harry hesitated, he was now sat in his armchair next to the window, as he watched the muggles flurry on by down on the street..

"mphhh. I really have to think about this. It's really cool, but that would mean i'd leave Hermione, Ron behind..."

"Call me when you know."

"I don't think i need to, who knows you might visit my dreams again huh?" Harry laughed as death evaporated into thin air.

The young wizard was left to contemplate this new opportunity.