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Harry James Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, came into the Forbidden Forest to die. He came to die by Lord Voldemort's wand. However, when Harry looked at Voldemort all that he could feel was sorrow. When Dumbledore showed him his memories of the handsome young man that was Tom Marvolo Riddle... Harry didn't see the insane evil that he sees in front of him right now. No, he saw a frightened boy, who never got the love he deserved. Harry sometimes saw Tom's memories and life when he dreamed. No one knew that Harry felt this way, however. No one knew that Harry could see his memories. It didn't matter how he felt, though. This creature in front of him was too far gone. Then, Voldemort said two words, and Harry Potter died.
Harry opened his eyes, he knew that he was finally dead. He couldn't feel anything... Not pain, not warmth, not cold. All he could feel were his emotions, and even those were dimmed. Then he heard a voice. It was young, however, it had a unique undertone of ancient wisdom. It said to him, "Salutations, Master."
Harry turned to face the voice and saw Death. Death was beautiful and had a female body. She had healthy, blemish-free, white skin. She was 7'3" tall and had an hourglass figure. She had a button nose and pouty lips with two long fangs poking out. She had a sharp jawline yet round cheeks. She had big, round, blood-red eyes, with a black sclera. Her straight, black hair reached the floor. Overall she had a cute yet somehow sexy look.
Anyway, Harry slightly bowed to Death and said politely, "Greetings, Death."
"There is no need to bow to me, Master."
"There may not be a need. However, I want to bow to you."
"Okay...? You have two options, Master."
"What are the options?"
"The first is to put you back into your own timeline. Only, a few minutes after you died. The second is to go back in time. To save the only one you will find true happiness with."
"So, my options are to return to a war-filled world, with me as a leader and hero. Or go back and save my soulmate, with me as a nobody."
"Basically. However, you won't be a true nobody. You will be Earl Hadrian Elegast Peverell, the last Peverell in the world. You will keep your memories, magical abilities, money, and most precious items. Plus, I will give you Hedwig. She won't be an owl, though. She will be a White Phoenix. So, she can live forever with you. However, if you chose to go back to the same timeline... You will never feel truly happy and will have to be immortal without that happiness."
"What date will I be going to?"
"The second of August, 1941. You will arrive in an alleyway near Wool's Orphanage. You will be thirteen. Your parents died the week before. You were homeschooled by the best tutors. You will stay at Wool's Orphanage until you are fourteen years old. Only then, will you be able to move into your properties."
"Thank you for letting me know, Death."
"Anytime, Master. Also, please call me by my name."
"What is your name then?"
"My name is Morta." The beautiful deity replied.