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The white walls of the familiar train station greeted Harry for the second time that he could remember in his life. The fog around his feet gently swirled as it came into contact with his skin.

At that he had to let loose a chuckle, he was dead again? Or was this a dream perhaps he wasn't normally the lucky type and what exactly had killed him if he was dead? The last thing that he remembered doing was head out on his shift to investigate another death eater sighting. Their anonymous tips helpline normally has a lot of false leads nowadays so he hadn’t been too concerned; clearly he had been drastically wrong.

Remembering the last time he was here his eyes automatically began scanned the surrounding columns, benches and tracks looking for any sign of Dumbledore hoping that he would not have to see the manipulative bastard again or else he would be forced to find a way to kill someone in the afterlife and there was no way that would bring good Karma. Luckily there was no sign of the elderly wizard or his obnoxiously colourful robes to be found.

The Screech of train breaks drew his attention to his right where a simple steam train much smaller than the Hogwarts express was pulling into the station the steam cleared as it came to a slow stop. As the doors hissed open he moved forward to board. Was this finally the end? Could he finally find peace with his family? As angry as he was at ending up here again so soon the thought of seeing them again did a lot to cheer him up.

He turned right, moving to find a compartment to sit in and stopping abruptly when his gaze fell upon the cloaked figure sitting comfortably on the bench in the first compartment. The cloak was a deep black that appeared to be composed of the night sky itself, the stars twinkling and blinking at him. He had to wonder if he looked for long enough if he could find and familiar constellations

The figure waved to him graciously “Welcome Harry it's so wonderful to have you here long time no see” it greeted, its voice taking a sarcastic turn on the last part.

“Hello? Who are you, are you death?” Harry asked, getting straight to the point. He was eager for this part to be over so he wouldn't make the mistake of choosing to go back a second time.

All going back had allowed him to save evil people that didn't deserve his help and just prolonged his own suffering for even longer.

Between his awful marriage to Ginny and his tireless job as an Auror fighting the remnants of the death eaters he never got a moment's peace. Ginny had rushed to spend as much of their money as she could manage and had filled their house from top to bottom with tacky knickknacks they had no use for. And when she wasn't out gossiping with her friends she was whining and belittling him for not doing more.

“Why yes I am you clever boy you, what could have given it away” death joked while waving at his cloak offhandedly with a good-natured grin on his taunt leathery face.

“I actually died?” he questioned in wonder.

“I'm afraid so master but don't worry I've no plans to leave you that way, in fact quite the opposite!” he crowed his cloak billowing out as he said it and his eyes filled with mirth.

“What , what do you mean master and what do you mean I'm not staying dead I refuse to go back!” Harry said, jumping up in surprise his voice filled with anger.

“You managed to acquire all of the hallows so yes you are my master, or well at least that's the closest word for it, you can't really tell me what to do but you do get some special perks from me and I can't fully tell you what to do either though I do hope you would be willing to listen to me so we can come to an agreement.” Death motioned his hand towards the bench encouraging Harry to sit back down.

Harry moved over, taking a breath and doing his best to calm down and hear what death had to say feeling a bit more put at ease hearing he would be given a choice.

“How did I even die anyway its all so hazy?” Harry asked tiredly, all he wanted to do was rest.

“It was actually a combination of things, Ginny had been dosing you with so many love potions your body stopped producing a lot of essential chemicals which lead to your reflexes being a lot slower then you needed and your blood a lot thinner, that anonymous call received was actually her as she wanted you out of the house to brew more the fact it turned out to be true was surprisingly just a coincidence she didn't account for. When facing your final death eater, Walden McNair, while on duty a bad dodge and a quick slicing hex was all it really took once you started bleeding it was over I am afraid.”

“Love potions?! She was dosing me?” He shouted out in horror, not even bothering with the second part of what death had told him. His entire relationship was a lie based on the same foul magic that created monsters like Voldemort.

“Yes she was, she along with her mother and Dumbledore have been giving you potions and spelling you to gain your cooperation since you were 11 years old.” Death said sympathetically, there was nothing he or the other beings in charge of helping the humans stay on their destined paths hated more than love potions and mind altering spells, the moron wizards arrogantly believed they knew better than the deities themselves on how to guide their peers.

“I have been in discussions with Fate all morning while I waited for your Soul to fully arrive and we are in agreement that your time is not up by a long shot yet. Fate is also furious that so many have meddled with your actions and have driven you away from her initial design. So a course correction is in order if you will agree to it”

“What do you mean by a course correction?”

“Excellent question Harry!” Death clapped joyfully “ Fate and I would like to send you back to the point in your life just before things started going to absolute shit for lack of a better word. Some of the manipulation will still have already happened but in order to correct this you will be returning with all of your memories of the future as well as your memories of this conversation.”

“What point exactly would that be” Harrys broken voice just about broke Deaths heart and filled him with very alien guilt, he was normally not one to get involved but there were not many souls within any of the realms who had done quite so much for others despite the constant torment it caused them and now he was about to ask the poor boy to take another chance at it.

“There’s really nothing exact to it. It's not a science but likely sometime just before your fourth year, we need a time when your soul was weakened in the year we drop you; when that will be depends on you.” Death had a few guesses over what times that summer would have been likely for the boys soul to choose but there was no way to be sure.

“Why are you sending me to fourth year, why not right at the beginning or much closer to the end?” He questioned imagining getting to go back to third year and get his hands on Pettigrew before he had any idea his cover had been blown.

“The other chap that was in the tournament with you was never meant to die, Fates hoping to prevent a lot of path diversions with this one fix; sort of a cure all if you will and any earlier and the changes may be too great along with your body not being able to handle your adult magical capabilities if we send you too late the changes won't be great enough.” he explained patiently and slowly as if he were speaking to a small child.

“Cedric was not meant to die? How do I go about preventing that? How do I fix any of it?” his voice shook at the weight of just exactly what death was saying Cedric’s death was the first he had witnessed that he could fully remember and the guilt of getting him to grab the trophy that took him to his death had never dissipated.

“No he was not Harry, in fact most of the innocent lives lost were not ever meant to be, it was Dumbledore and his cronies secret keeping and manipulations that kept Voldemort around much longer than needed and cost countless lives including your own.”

“You will prevent this by taking back your life for yourself, we will send you back to your 14 year old body and with your memories of the future and your entry into the Triwizard tournament you will free yourself from Dumbledore's control and vanquish Voldemort. Then you will live out the rest of your life in the peace you rightfully deserve with the family you have fought for if I have anything to say about it. I will be there to help as much as I can but most of it will be up to you and it will not be easy.” He said warningly not wanting to hide anything from the boy he had had enough lies filling his previous lifetime, Death would not begin his potential next one with any falsehoods.

“So if I do this they get to live? I get my family back and it goes better than before?” He questioned allowing himself to picture the world Death was selling in which he could save everyone he cared about and punish those that had gone out of their way to ruin his life.

“Yes Harry, I know what a sacrifice it is returning back to the living again but your parents will be here when you return and you will not be alone, Fate and I will be present and assisting you along the way, we may not be able to communicate directly but if something is going wrong or you need a push in the right direction we will find a way to help.” he promised his words filled with sincerity.

“Okay, I will do it but this is the last time I am willing to go back to help anyone; next time I move on, damn the consequences for anyone else!” he said, holding up his hands in surrender.

“I wouldn't have it any other way Harry.” Death said with an amused chuckle.

“Before we send you back I must show you the extent of the manipulators in your life so it can be prevented; when you arrive back you must contact the goblins and tell them you need all potions, spells and blocks purged from your body everything Dumbledore and the Weasleys have been using to make you pliable to their whims needs to go, in order for the plans to come to pass properly you must have full control of your mind. Also please keep an eye out because you are not the only one being controlled in this way.” not able to delve into details much further than that without risking Fate falling out of balance, Death told him as much as he dared.

“You must also spend your summer preparing and reading up on as many spells and wizarding customs as possible. Knowledge is power and many people in your life have done their best to keep you weak. Fate and I have agreed upon a list of books that we will ensure goes back with you.” he lifted his hand over to Harry and placed a long list of what appeared to be the aforementioned book titles into his hand.

“Finally when your name comes out of the Triwizard cup you must contact the goblins and notify them that you are being forcibly entered into a magical contract for adult wizards, they will be able to utilise Dumbledore's manipulations against him and emancipate you which will help you to fully gain control over yourself and your inheritances.”

“Once you have all that information destroying the horcruxes should come fairly easily, have already disposed of the soul fragment you brought here last time and it will not be returning with you.” Unfortunately, that is the extent of what we are able to do for you before you actually arrive back. We are already bending a lot of rules, removing it and giving you a physical list.

“Okay, that all makes sense so far, I think I can do that” he said letting out a long breath, he felt like he was signing on to a long shift at work with no end in sight.

“I know you can, Harry, because we will be there helping you do it. Once the Goblins have removed the blocks you will also have a much easier time of it and more of this will make sense.” Death reassured him.

“If you are ready it is now time for you to go back, good luck master and I wish you a long and happy life until I hopefully collect you as an old friend.” he said reaching his hand out in a long sweeping motion causing his black cloak to expand and take over the room in a sea of stars.

The room swirled around Harry and he felt a familiar pull on his navel as if he was using a portkey before it all went black.

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Gentle tapping on the window roused Harry from his deep slumber as he woke up and took stock of his surroundings. 

Dudley's second bedroom was not one he had ever expected to see again after the last time he had seen the Dursleys in his past life, quickly getting up and checking his reflection he was greeted with his scrawny injured 14-year-old self.

The tapping continued as he walked over to let Hedwig take the letter she offered, just as 2 more owls flew into his room.

Just as they had in his original timeline his friends had sent him birthday wishes along with some cake and treats. This time around he felt a lot more critical of the food sent by Molly or Ginny. Thankfully he knew one thing for sure there would be no need for him to eat any food they had sent. This time around there was going to be no rationing of food, no abuse from the Dursleys, and most certainly no manual labor to ‘earn his keep’ if they wanted any of that work done they would need to do it by themselves and that was that.

Grabbing a notebook Harry quickly jotted down all he could remember happening and everything that he needed to get in order as soon as possible.

Making sure the locations of the Horcruxes were first to go down along with all the events of his fourth year that would be the most prevalent to him and the changes he wanted to make early on Imposter-Moody casting the unforgivables on students was high on his not to happen this time if it could be stopped list. 

Prying his floorboard up he placed the food and card in there before retrieving his wand and a few hidden galleons from under his invisibility cloak grateful to his 14-year-old self for being smart enough to swap his real wand and for a fake when Uncle Vernon confiscated all of his magical supplies. 

Taking his supplies he headed out of his room and exited the house. He gave one last look back at it, with any luck his days here would be extremely numbered, even after all his time away there was certainly no love lost for the place that had caused him such pain and torment.

Holding his wand out just as he had in what technically was last year but was really his third year he summoned the night bus paying for his fair to take him to the Leaky Cauldron where he would get access to Diagon Alley. The bus was just as he remembered it bopping, weaving, and warping through traffic to the mad ramblings of the drivers.

His stomach gave a heave of relief as the bus finally came to a stop when they arrived at the leaky cauldron. Harry quickly donned his invisibility cloak making his way to the back wall and tapping the pattern Hagrid had shown him all of those years ago into the old stone. The bricks shifted over to reveal a familiar doorway leading to the quaint collection of shops he had come to love so much.

Luckily the alley was not very busy that day so navigating between the crowds of people undetected beneath the cloak was rather easy with only a few near bumps along the way. The large white columns of the bank guided him forward and kept his mind set on his mission.

He removed the cloak as he entered the bank, happy to be able to enter the bank at all again. In his last time, his theft of the dragon and compromising of the bank's integrity was not a transgression easily forgotten by the Goblins and after the war, they had not allowed him easy access without multiple escorts and a lot of snarls. Putting the past out of his mind for the moment He looked around setting his eyes on an empty tellers booth with a familiar-looking goblin. Making up his mind he walked confidently up to the table making eye contact with the Goblin seated above him.

“Um hello I am sorry sir but I need to access my vault and I have no key. I also was hoping to make an appointment to speak to someone responsible for managing my accounts.” He said nervously not sure if that was really the way to request such a thing.

“Alright, Mr. Potter we will need to verify your identity before we go any further. Can you please put three drops of blood on this parchment?” The goblin requested with a bored sigh as he passed Harry a piece of parchment and a small ornate needle to prick his finger with.

Harry pricked his finger letting the blood pool on the top of the parchment. The blood seemed to spread taking over the whole paper and turning it red before dissipating to show his full name and family tree.

“Thank you, Mr. Potter, now that that is out of the way, if you would follow me your account manager is waiting, we have been trying to get in contact with you for years but you have not responded.” The Goblin explained in an angry tone believing Harry, like many other wizards, thought himself too good to answer Goblin's mail until it suited him.

“I definitely had not received any letters or messages from you at all, I don't even have my own key to my vault!” Harry said, shocked. In his original timeline he had never received a letter from the Goblins about his account he stupidly didn't even think to ask.

“That is worrisome, to say the least, rest assured we will investigate why you have not been receiving correspondence from us up until now. We will also void all existing keys and issue you a replacement.” The goblins' voice took on a much friendlier tone now seeing what seemed to be sincerity in the young man's claims that he had not received any information.

“Thank you very much, sir, I am sorry but what is your name?”

“Um, It is Griphook Mr Potter now come along,” The goblin said, absolutely stunned. It was not normal for wizards to request things like a Goblin's name.

The goblin led him away from the main entryway and into what appeared to be the back offices. The doorway in front of the offices had a thick curtain of fog covering it, Harry followed the goblin as he went through the fog. The second the fog touched his skin Harry fell down to the ground feeling weak all of a sudden.

The goblin looked back at him in surprise before shouting to two nearby Goblin guards to get Harry up and into a chair. 

“Mr Potter as we have already verified your identity you are not being immediately arrested, however, your reaction to the thief's downfall barrier indicated you have mind-altering enchantments on you and we are legally bound to investigate with or without consent.”

“I consent, please help me !” He cried out his head still pounding at the sudden extreme clarity of his thoughts, he hadn't realised just how much the spells and potions were slowing down his thinking and now the speed of his mind was extremely overwhelming.

Griphook quickly called for another goblin to be brought down.

“The pain should subside now Mr Potter but if left untreated whatever magic was used on you will be back in effect as soon as you exit so this must be addressed”

The new goblin entered the room carrying what appeared to be a large box that had a slot running along the top and a dent in the front. 

“Mr Potter this box will inform us of any spells and potions that you are under along with an in-depth look at information on all of your inheritances, titles, and assets under your name.”

Harry sliced his finger once more and pressed his thumb into the dent on the front of the box before placing it on the table in front of him.

The box began to eject a long strip of parchment out of the slot on its top. As the parchment continued to grow more and more writing appeared on the top of it.

Full Name: Harry James Potter 
Mother: Lily Potter (Maiden name Evans)
Father: James Fleamont Potter
Titles
Boy who lived 
Banisher of Evil
Conqueror of the Dark 
Bringer of true light 
Master of Death

Inheritances 
Heir Potter (Genetic. Upon coming of age or emancipation to change to Lord Potter)
Heir Black (Legally named. Upon coming of age or emancipation to change to Lord Black
Heir Slytherin( By conquest. Upon coming of age or emancipation to change to Lord Slytherin)
Heir Gryffindor (Genetic. Upon coming of age or emancipation to change to Lord Gryffindor)
Please see the further pages for the list of assets associated with inheritances.

Genetic inheritances 
Parseltongue ability 

Magical Spells, Potions, and Blocks

Loyalty spells: Keyed to Albus PWB Dumbledore, Molly Weasley, Ron Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Veron Dursley, Petunia Dursley, Dudley Dursley
Positive association spells: All of Gryffindor house, Quidditch, Aurors/ Auror profession, Muggle customs
Disloyalty spells:Severus Snape, Draco Malfoy, Thomas Riddle 
Negative association spells: Slytherin house, Studying, Magical Culture, Medi witches/ Wizards, Veron Dursley, Petunia Dursley, Dudley Dursley
Love potions keyed to Ginevera Weasley 
Magic block 50%
Magic siphon (on blocked magic portion)
Intelligence block 30%

Life debts owed to Harry Potter 
Hermione Granger (Gained at age 11)(Null due to life debts owed on either side)
Ron Weasley (Gained at age 11)(active)(In violation)
Ginny Weasley (Gained at age 12)(active)(In violation)
Colin Creevey(Gained at age 12)(active)
Justin Finch-Fletchley (Gained at age 12)(active)
Penelope Clearwater (Gained at age 12)(active)
Sirius Black (Gained at age 13)(active)
Peter Pettigrew (Gained at age 13)(active)(In violation)

Life debts owed by Harry Potter 
Hermione Granger (Gained at age 11)(Null due to life debts owed on either side)

Harry sat looking in complete shock as the box continued to print out a second page of listed items which he assumed must be the inheritance.

Harry noticed Griphook looking at the paper in his hands with a deep curiosity to which he quickly responded by holding the paper out for him to look over as well. The Goblin's jaw dropped open in momentary shock before rapidly recovering and racing to take the paper from him as if it were about to be snacked back.

As he glanced over it, his eyebrows raised in surprise and horror at the growing list below him he had never seen someone under the effect of quite as many spells and potions as the young man before him and the fact that his assailants mostly owed him life debts was just too delicious to even fathom. 

The list of inheritances finally stopped printing the goblin once again handed it to Harry to look over.

Inheritance Overview 

Potter
Vaults: Heir Vault: 2000g (Reset every year in September) (yearly stipend of 250g to The Dursleys and 500g to Albus PWB Dumbledore), Main family Vault 1548732g 
Total Assets: Shareholdings, books, artifacts, portraits, potions, and equipment 
Properties: Pottor Manor
Black 
Vaults: Heir Vault: 5000g (Reset every year in September), Main Family Vault 2900710g
Total Assets: Shareholdings, books, artifacts, portraits, potions, and equipment
Properties: Château de Beaucharmie , Champagne France 
                  Grimwald Place (Unplottable)
Gryffindore
Vaults: Main Family Vault 300000g (a yearly stipend of any interest gained above 300000g to be paid into Hogwarts school to further education of future witches and wizards)

Total Assets: Books, artifacts, portraits, potions, and equipment
Properties: 50% Hogwarts Castle, 
Slytherin 
Vaults: Main Family Vault 500000g (a yearly stipend of any interest gained above 500000g to be paid into Hogwarts school to further education of future witches and wizards)
Total Assets: Books, artifacts, portraits, potions, and equipment
Properties: 50% Hogwarts Castle

Once he was done the Goblin happily accepted the documents to read looking over them with a grim fascination it wasn't often Wizards allowed them to read the results so openly and these were particularly delightful in the surprises they held. 

“Why would I own all of Hogwarts castle wouldn’t the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw descendants own some too?”

“I can see the confusion but no, Godrick Gryffindor and Salazar Slytherin jointly funded the school building Rowena Ravenclaw and Helga Hufflepuff aided in the charms and setup but did not fund or own it. However, their descendants do still receive a stipend from the school's earnings for their contributions.” Griphook explained

“Oh wow. And how would I get more information about the other stuff in the vaults like heirlooms and the shareholdings owed by each family?”

“The forms only provide a base overview as likely each one of those families would have 12 feet of pages to read through on their own, we will need to arrange for you to have a meeting with each of your account holders once you are of age and able to take on your lordships unfortunately right now you can only do a small amount as an heir and we are not able to do much until then.”

Just then as if it had been forcibly pushed to the front of his mind Harry remembered the discussion he and Death had had about the Triwizard tournament. It was a contract only for adults so once they forced him into it he would technically be able to be declared of age. Until then he would need to lay low to ensure everything happened as it needed to.

“I know that that is a lot of information but if it's alright I believe it is essential we get some Medi-Goblins to address the findings on this form,” Griphoop said emphasizing the word essential.

“I think that would be best Griphook thank you very much” He agreed which caused Griphook to call for one of the nearby guards speaking quickly in gobbledegook Harry had to guess he was instructing him to get the previously mentioned Medi-Goblin because as soon as Griphook stopped speaking the guard turned firmly on his heel and left the room. 

“All right he is retrieving our head Medi-Goblin and you will be seen momentarily.”

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