This is my first fan fiction story, I'm writing this because it's an idea I've had for a while. This is sort of taken from the idea Tsume Yuki had for Time to Put Your Galleons Where Your Mouth I, Rebirth by Athey, Amalgam- Lockhart's Folly by tkepner, and Butterfly Wings by SilverCookieDust. If you haven't read them I strongly suggest it. I don't own Harry Potter and I don't think you think I do.

Summary: After the Deathly Hallows, everyone Harry held dear has perished. Now alone, he is determined to try again to get it all right, even if it means finally taking up the post of Master of Death. Don't like don't read. AU & TimeTravel smart!Harry

If you think he's too overpowered, skip to Chapter 14.

The young man gazed at the seemingly endless forest reflected off of the vast lake. His once bright green eyes were shadowed with pain and loss. He stared at the 2 objects laid out in front of him. A cloak and a long wand, taking a deep breath he took out another wand. A reassuring warmth pulsed from the wand in his hand. Before he could back out he steeled himself to cast a summoning charm. Moments later a black stone flew at him, however years of being in battle and playing Quidditch let him catch it with ease. Then he let it roll out of his hand onto the rock, making a clanging noise that echoed across the lake. Suddenly the before unnoticeable chirping of crickets stopped, leaving a feeling of emptiness behind. "Harry James Potter," a hoarse, grating voice whispered. Harry slowly turned around.

Death wore pitch black cloak with tears in it. His face was covered with a hood. "I'm going to assume you know what I want?" Harry asked, thankful his voice sounded steady and even. "Of course, Master, you want to be reborn, a chance to do it all again." Death exhaled. "You want a happily ever after." Death pulled back his hood and smiled. It was a ghastly face, his face was pale and you could see every last blackened vein. His eyes were a black hopeless void that seemed unfocused, like he wasn't quite looking at Harry directly. Next thing Harry knew he was on the floor with Death standing over him. The world started darkening around the edges. Harry couldn't move, he felt like he was suffocating, he stared angrily at the overcast, grey sky. Confused at how Death had tricked his master. The young man tried to talk, but ended up choking on his own words. Unseeing eyes stared up into nothingness, the Boy Who Lived twitched one last time before slumping to the black clothed entity known as Death bent down next to the no longer struggling form of Harry Potter. "Many have tried to be my master, however you will find this much more difficult than you would expect. Your ancestor Ignotus understood this, perhaps you will too. Or you might find this more of a curse than a blessing."

July 31st 1926

The oldest son of Arcturus Black III and Melanie Macmillan Black was born, screaming. Before the midwife could grab the child, he stopped screeching and his grey eyes almost cautiously. 'Where am I?' Harry thought. Arcturus Black III smiled slightly and picked up his son, "Harrison Phineas Lycoris Black." Harry stared back into Arcturus' eyes, not looking away or even blinking. The same grey eyes staring at each other. Neither were backing down. Mr. Black quickly shook his head, this was his baby son. Still, glancing back at him, he saw the baby had a slight smile on his face.

October 31st 1926

It was All Hallow's Eve and Black Family Manor was alive with House Elves placing the final decorations in order. Melanie was holding Harrison while Lucretia was talking with Alphard (magical children learn how to speak and walk much faster than normal children). Sirius Black II (Arcturus' father) stood up and tapped his fork against his wine glass. "I want to make a toast, for where would we be without our children to succeed and carry on the black line, family is extremely important, especially in such dark times. To family!" Before he could take a sip from his wine glass, it was thrown across the room, hitting the mantel of the fire place. Everyone stared at the outstretched hand of the newest child of the Black Family. Pollux Black laughed, breaking the chilling silence of the room, "well done Arcturus! Accidental magic at such a young age!" In seconds, everyone was congratulating Arcturus and Melanie, except for Sirius II (Arcturus' father) he had started yelling. "Do you see that?" The sound of acid eating away at stone echoed around the large house. In moments, a huge chunk of the mantel was rotted black. One voice spoke gravely, "if I didn't know any better, I'd say that young Harrison just saved your life Sirius."

December 19th 1931

Harry left Black Manor, he had learned early on that sneaking out wasn't difficult. He had been doing it for a little over a year now and they had yet to notice. The second he crossed the disapparation ward he disappriated into Diagon Alley. While the Black Family was well known and extremely recognizable for their aristocratic features, black hair, and grey eyes. People weren't expecting to see a 5 year old son of a distinguished pureblood family running around Diagon Alley by himself. So if any had caught sight of his face under his hood, they were likely to assume they had had one too many glasses of fire whiskey that morning. Walking quickly up to one of the Goblin desks, he asked to access his vault. "Seeing that you don't have a key, you will have to take a blood test," the Goblin said, looking down at Harrison. "Very well," Harry replied evenly. The Goblin led Harry to a room with a large bowl that had many runes around it. Harry recognized a few for inheritance and identity. Bogrod (the Goblin's name) gave Harrison a small Goblin-made knife, with runes on for healing and numb pain. Harry look the Goblin in the eyes for a moment before slicing across his hand and holding the cut over the bowl so it would catch his blood. Goblins respected people who weren't squeamish at seeing their own blood.

20 minutes later Bogrod came back in and handed Harrison a folder of papers. On the top it included what he was heir/lord of, seats on Wizengamot he had, list of properties, galleons, shares, etc, and a list of inherited powers. Harrison was interested to see what abilities he had inherited from being a Black. He already knew he could speak parseltongue although he had kept it a secret from his parents for the moment.

Heir/Lord of the following Houses:

Heir of the Ancient and Noble House of Black- Through blood

Lord Slytherin- Through blood and magic

Lord Ravenclaw- Through magic

Lord Gryffindor- Through magic

Lord Peverell- Through magic

Lord Merlin- Through magic

Seats on Wizengamot:

Black- 2 seats, held by Sirius II [Unclaimable]

Slytherin- 3 seats, in-stasis [Claimable]

Ravenclaw- 3 seats, in-stasis [Claimable]

Gryffindor- 3 seats, held by Fergus Potter [Claimable]

Peverell- 2 seats, in-stasis [Claimable]

Merlin- None

List of Shares, Income, Expenditures, Gross income, Net-growth, and properties:

Black- [Unviewable until lordship claimed]

Slytherin- 1,259,283 Galleons in vault-2,300 galleons income-1,200 galleons expenditure

Slytherin Manor, 1/4 Hogwarts, Gaunt Manor, 43% Dailly Prophet, 9 house elves

Ravenclaw- 1,483,921 Galleons in vault-1,839 galleons income- 200 galleons expenditure

Ravenclaw Manor, Lovegood Manor, 1/4 Hogwarts, 15% Dailly Prophet, 4 house elves

Gryffindor- 1,302,498 Galleons in vault-3,900 galleons income- 2,700 galleons expenditure

Gryffindor Manor, Potter Manor, 1/4 Hogwarts, 62% Quality Quidditch Supplies, 6 House Elves

Peverell- 670,882,249 in vault-300 galleons income-0 galleon expenditure

Peverell Manor (unknown location), 29% Dailly Prophet, 10% Quality Quidditch Supplies

Merlin- 1,000,000 in vault-0 galleons income-0 galleon expenditure

Inherited Powers:

Parseltongue- [Black/Slytherin]

Metamorphmagus- [Black]

Animagus Form- [Merlin]

Necromancer- [Black/Slytherin/Peverell]

Blood Magic- [Black/Slytherin]

Natural Occlumence- [Ravenclaw/Peverell/Merlin]

Natural Legilimens- [Slytherin/Ravenclaw/Merlin]

Harry knew that he would be a occlumence and leilimens since he already knew them in his past life as Harry Potter, something an unspeakable had taught him. He had been taught by another unspeakable to be an animagi because it could give him another way to escape, it would not happen that way again Harrison assured himself, he had lost too many friends by running away from battles. Necromancy, blood magic, and metamorphmagus were new because they were family magic. Bogrod interrupted his thoughts, "Mr. Black, the Gringotts Head Goblin will want to be speaking with you."

Approximately 15 minutes later, a goblin in an expensive looking suit came in holding Harry's file. "Mr. Black?" Harrison nodded in affirmation. "My name is Ragnok, I'm the Head of the Gringotts bank in Diagon Alley. As with all Ancient and Noble houses or, houses that exceed over 1 million galleons, I prefer to manage them personally." "Of course, that's perfectly fine, in fact, it's an honor to have someone do it that is clearly so experienced in the trade," Harrison said. Ragnok smiled at the compliment, "now Mr. Black, even though you are a minor, all of the houses except the Ancient and Noble house of Black have no restrictions on what you may withdraw. However, as a minor, you aren't allowed to claim a Wizengamot seat unless you name someone as your proxy." Harrison nodded, "no worries, I had no plans of claiming my seats until I am of age. Ragnok, I would like to look inside all my vaults except the Black vault."

The first vault Ragnok led him to was vault 1, Merlin's vault. All the galleons were stacked meticulously on top of each other in the closest corner to the left. On the right were a vast assortment of books and odd trinkets. Harry placed all of the books in the library section of his multi-compartment trunk which he had gotten earlier.

Harry then proceeded to loot the rest of his vaults of books, carefully organizing them later in the library compartment.

Flashback

Harrison walked into the store Timothy's Trunks, "welcome to Timothy's Trunks, how can I help you?" Timothy III asked slightly surprised but not showing it. "I want the best trunk you have." Timothy pulled out a trunk from the behind the desk, it was a beautiful black and silver trunk. "One turn of this key for the just a regular looking and acting trunk, two turns for the potions lab, 3 turns for the dueling room, 4 turns for the bedroom, and 5 turns for the library. The trunk has an extension, weightless, protection, and preservation charm on it. 200 galleons and for an extra 20, I'll make it open to your magical signature instead of a key." Harrison nodded and handed Timothy the money which Harry had scraped together from his allowance, 20 galleons weekly. More than the average wizard made in twice that time.

January 3rd 1932

After lessons, his parents had started these when he turned 5, Harrison disapparated to a muggle alleyway. Where he walked to Wool's orphanage, climbed a tree, and jumped into a window to room 27. Harrison swayed back and forth slightly on the window still. "Who the bloody hell are you?" Whispered the pale boy in the room. "My name is Harrison Black, what's yours?" The boy frowned for a moment, looking him deep in the eyes, before replying, "Tom Riddle." "Well, farewell Tom," Harrison said. Before turning around and jumping on the tree, landing as smoothly as a cat. Then he slid down the tree and Tom could no longer see him. "Goodbye Harrison..." Tom whispered to nothing. Tom would be thinking about this encounter for quite a while, wondering when the mystery of Harrison Black would be leaping into his orphanage bedroom again.

January 12th 1934

Tom found himself strapped to his own bed by priests. One of them smiled at Tom, "we are going to cleanse you." But before they could continue, a tall and lean figure leaped into the room. "Leave the room and never come back," the boy whispered menacingly, one of the priests laughed. "What can a little boy like you do?" Before the priest could blink, he found himself roughly slammed on to the floor. Another priest, seeing his comrade on the floor, lunged for the small figure, however he was too fast for the priest, and easily sidestepped him sending him tumbling to the floor. Ms. Cole walked in to find one of her orphanage boys strapped to his bed. "Get out! If I see one of you again, I'm calling the police!" Quickly untying him, she asked how he was in a careless tone, before walking out. "Harrison, you can come out now." Harry pushed open the door to the closet to find a pale Tom lying on the bed. "Where have you been?" Harrison looked up into Tom's eyes, "I've been busy, mother has been making me take extra classes with tutors recently." "Tudors, what for?" Asked Tom. "Languages, etiquette, politics, and history" 'and magic' he wanted to add.

"Tom, why were those men doing that to you today?" Harrison questioned. Tom replied hesitantly, he didn't want to lose the only sort of friend he ever had, "Harrison, I can do things...other people can't..." after seeing that Harrison wasn't running away screaming he gain a bit of confidence, "I can make animals do things I want, I can hurt people." Instead of looking scared, Harrison had a small smile on his face. Harrison wandlessly and silently cast muffliato on the door, so no one could overhear his next words. "Tom, I'm going to sound crazy, but you need to listen to me." Tom nodded, "Tom, what you're doing, it's not because your some sort of freak of nature, it's because there's a world you don't know about. Tom, you're a wizard." Harrison said, pausing just enough to meet his eyes. "You're supposed to get a letter from the school when you're 11." Tom narrowed his eyes, despite how implausible it sounded, it was still the most plausible reason why he was this way.

From then on, Harrison visited Tom about once or twice a week to teach him how to control his magic. Tom quickly bonded to Harry, fascinated by the stories he had to tell of their economy, history, and most of all. The school of Hogwarts Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Author's Note:

- In the 19th century midwives were often used to help women give birth

- Phineas as in Phineas Nigell and Lycoris is a sibling of Arcturus Black III

- All the dates were from Harry Potter Wiki (except for when they die)

- Grindelwald hasn't been defeated yet

- Orion Black was born 1929, he's the younger brother of Lucretia Black who is the sister of Harrison