Harry Potter and a New Start

AN: In this story Hermione dies at the Battle of Hogwarts after taking a Killing Curse meant for Harry and he realises just how much she meant to him. After discovering the plans of Dumbledore and the Weasley's Harry with the help of Death now has a chance to go back and start again, this time with his parents. HP/Harem, Harry is Master of Death and Lilly/James Alive. Dumbeldore Bashing. Ginny redeemed.

Key: "Speech", 'Thought', "Speech laden with Magic", §Parseltounge§

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter it belongs to JK Rowling.

Chapter 1

Harry Potter The-Boy-Who-Lived, the Chosen One and Fates Spittoon walked towards the Forbidden Forest a broken young man. As he walked towards the Dark Lord who had made his life hell since he was a baby he thought back on all Voldemort had taken from him. His parents, Sirius, Dumbledore, Remus, Tonks, Minerva, Fred and so many more.

Finally there was Hermione. It was only after she had blocked a stray killing curse from Bellatrix did he realise the truth that he loved her, not as a sister but as something so much more. He wept for a future that would never come to pass. Not that it would have mattered she had loved Ron after all, he thought with a sigh.

As he walked into the clearing and laid eyes on the Dark Lord surrounded by his Inner Circle, the Dark Lord turned

"Ah, welcome Harry Potter, come to die?" he said silkily as the surrounding Death Eaters laughed.

"Let's just get this over with Tommy boy" Harry snarled back.

The Dark Lord just looked at his fated enemy with something akin to respect. That this boy had foiled so many of his plans over the years even making him mortal once again after destroying all of his Horcruxes meant that he had respected Harry despite them being the greatest of enemy's. That he was so broken after the death of that mudblood Granger disappointed him.

So with Elder Wand in hand Voldemort looked Harry in the eye and said "Goodbye Harry Potter"

Utilising all the magic in the Dark Lords massive magic core, Voldemort raised his wand and brought all his hatred towards the boy in front of him to the front of his mind and roared out the two words needed to end his life.

"AVADA KEDARVRA!"

A large sickly green bolt of magic was spat out of Voldermort's wand and hurtled towards Harry crackling as it flew before slamming into Harry's chest. Ripping his soul from his body as his body flew backwards through the air.

The last thing Harry saw was the bolt of green magic, it seemed almost fitting seeing as his first memory curtasy of the Dementeors was the same green flash.

Harry felt like he was falling but he could see nothing, hear nothing, feel nothing except for the sensation of falling.

Suddenly he slammed into the ground and he could see, hear and feel again. He got up and looked around. It looked like a weird version of Kings Cross Station with all the walls, floor and sky being pure white

"So the afterlife looks like Kings Cross" Harry snorted in amusement.

"Hello Master" A croaky voice from behind Harry said.

"Who's there?" Harry said as he spun round to face the voice and promptly froze in shock.

Floating in front of Harry was a figure twice the size of a dementor shrouded in a black cloak with an empty space where it's face should have been and looking into it made one feel like they were looking at the endless expanse of space. Its arms which held no flesh on them just skeletal bone were gripped around a massive scythe but the greatest thing about this being was the magic pouring off it in wave after wave. It was producing such a large amount of magic that Harry should have been flung tumbling through the air but to Harry the magic made him feel like being in an endless void terrifying. yet oddly he found it comforting.

Summoning up all of his Griffindor courage he looked at the being in front of him and asked

"Who or what are you?"

The being in front of him cocked its head to the side and replied "I am Death, Master"

"Death" Harry parroted back

"Indeed"

"So it really is all over, I'm dead and Voldemort is mortal. At least it's all over" he said with a small smile of relief.

"Not quite Master" Death replied

"Why do you call me Master? And what do you mean its not over? "Harry looked at Death in suspicion.

"Both are good questions however first we must talk about the manipulations of Albus Dumbledore and the Weasley family" Harry closed his eyes and sighed, he knew about some of what Dumbledore had done but he didn't understand about the Weasleys.

Harry opened his eyes stared at Death and snapped "Explain!"

"Of course, Master"

"You see Albus Dumbledore is a master Legilimance and so he was aware that Pettigrew was a spy yet did nothing. This wouldn't have mattered to you specificity until your father told Dumbledore they were changing secret keeper to Peter meaning he knew the fidelius charm was compromised as well as knowing that Black was innocent"

By the end of the explanation Harry had gone white as a sheet.

"He also knew that the Dursley's would mistreat you and he even brought Poppy Pompfrey to heal some of your worse injuries before obliviating them and her of any of the knowledge of being there. He has known how bad it was at the Dursleys since you were left there when you were a baby."

"THAT BASTARD!" Harry roared his magic exploding out of him whipping his hair and clothes about in a frenzy as his eyes glowed the colour of the Killing Curse.

"You must calm down Master"

Harry just glared back in rage for a full minute before sighing as his magic slowly began to recede back into him as he sunk to the floor and in a voice barely above a whisper asked "Why?"

"For the same reason he placed a block on your magic core, for the same reason he placed sub standard protections on the Philosopher's Stone, for the same reason he did nothing to stop the rumours about you being the Heir of Slytherin, for the same reason he didn't shut the school or slay the Basilisk himself, for the same reason he let the Dementors stay at the school as well as let Sirius escape, let you participate in the Triwizard Tournament as well as endure Umbridge, as well as send you on the Horcrux hunt when you had no idea what or how many there were. To test you and later make sure you willingly sacrificed yourself to destroy Tom and before you ask, of course Dumbledore knew where a Horcrux, he wasn't one of the most powerful Wizards in the world for nothing. He worked it out after you gave him the Diary"

Hearing all this at first Harry wanted to deny that his entire life had been one massive setup in order to fulfil the plan of an old wizard but thinking about all the times he had been sent back to the Dursleys, all the things that had gone wrong at school, the lack of help on the Horcruxe hunt it all made sense that Dumbledore was preparing his own little martyr, in the name of the 'Greater Good'.

"Was it all a lie?" he whispered to the floor

"Albus Dumbledore is not an evil man he has just lost sight of the individual and views people as pieces to move on his board and he is more than willing to sacrifice a few pawns in the name of the 'Greater Good'." Death replied looking at its Master on the floor

"What else is there?" he looked up at the figure of Death with a haunted look on his face.

"The Weasleys"

"What about them?"

"Do you not think it strange that Molly Weasley a Pureblood witch who has gone to Hogwarts for seven years and had already put five children on the Hogwarts Express to not know what platform the Express is on?"

"It was a setup" Harry's eyes widened in understanding

"Yes, but only the two youngest were involved the rest of the children are innocent, so is Arthur."

"Why?"

"Dumbledore wanted you connected to a pure light family in order to make sure you stayed light and Molly Weasley wanted her family connected to The-Boy-Who-Lived"

"What else did they do?"

"Ronald Weasley kept people away from you so you were his only friend as well as stunting your growth of knowledge, so you wouldn't put up a fight when you had to sacrifice yourself. In Sixth Year Ronald Weasley started to spike your drink with love and jealousy potions keyed to Ginerva Weasley whilst slipping Granger love and jealousy potions keyed to himself"

"What! Why?"

Death snorted (if that was at all possible, since Harry didn't know if Death even had a nose) "Wasn't it obvious, Ronald Weasley wanted the one thing you didn't have, Granger, due to his intense jealousy of you he thought of it as his way of beating you. Ginerva Weasley wanted her hero, The-Boy-Who-Lived although I suspect that there may have been some aftereffects from the Horcrux posession and Molly Weasley wanted the Potter fortune. Think back, you started to develop feelings for Hermione when Ron abandoned you on the Horcruxe hunt and yet when he returned you started to have feelings for Ginny again. Remember again in Sixth Year Granger became jealous that you had the Half-Blood Prince's book while at the same time she was helping Ronald to cheat in his Quidditch tryouts, double standards much! The jealousy potion was seeping over from Ronald Weasley, making the girl who has been pushing for you to do better academically for years to become jealous of you for being top of the class."

"So they tricked Hermione as well did they, the red-headed bastards" Harry snarled "So it was all fake?"

"At the beginning of First Year didn't you find it strange that the only cabin on the train that wasn't full was yours?" Death replied

"What about the Troll in First Year?" Harry asked

"Did Weasley move three steps away from the door? He would have bolted at the first sign of danger for himself"

"What about the Chamber of Secrets, he was there for that."

"Did he ever go in front of you in the exploration of the chamber or did he let you forge ahead whilst standing behind you, face it the boy is a coward."

"Then how did he get into Gryffindor?"

"The same way you avoided Slytherin, by asking the Hat"

"Ha Ha Ha Ha" Harry started to laugh, after a couple of minutes of hysterical laughter he said "So it was all fake?"

"Yes"

Harry digested the information which had quite literally shattered his world and all that he believed in. The fact that best friend he had, the girl he had thought he loved and the woman who had been the mother he had never had, had actually been actively working against him nearly destroyed him. In the end he just looked up at Death and asked "What now?"

"Now Master we answer the questions you originally asked"

"Okay then" Harry looked at Death "Why do you call me Master?"

"Because you are now the Master of Death"

"Huh...Wait! What?"

"You now own all three of the Deathly Hallows and yet accept that death is inevitable allowing you to become the True Master of Death"

"But I don't own the Elder Wand, Voldemort does!"

"Does he really?

"Who owned it originally"

"Dumbledore but -"

"And who disarmed him that night on the Astronomy tower"

"Draco but-"

"And who disarmed Malfoy at Malfoy Manor?"

"Me..." Harry trailed off as he realised that it was true.

"So I collected all three Hallows, and now I am the Master of Death, but what does that mean?"

"Well when you accept the Hallows it will quadruple the size of your magic core making you four times as strong as Dumbledore as well as surpassing Merlin Emrys the so called greatest Wizard in History. The Elder Wand that belongs to the Master of Death is different from the Deathly Hallow in that it is the ability to make the Master's own wand become the true Wand of Destiny, meaning the wand will not actively work against its wielder like the Hallow. The Resurrection stone will function in much the same way as it did before whilst the cloak will have a few surprises"

Harry just stared at Death and smiled ruefully and with a small chuckle said "If only I had that amount of magic power before I would have been able to truly defeat Tom"

Death looked at its Master and said "You still could"

"What do you mean?"

"When you took that killing curse it hit the soul fragment of the Tom Riddle" Death snarled out his name "Not your soul which is why we are in the In-Between. You have three options open to you at the moment: First you could move on from this life and simply stay dead, two you go back to the Forbidden Forest with your magic still bound and hope for the best against Riddle and his forces or you can take option number three"

"Which is?" Harry prompted

"We meddle with time, we send you back in time."

"But Hermione said that would create paradoxes, we can't do-"

"That is only with Time-Turners" Death interrupted.

Harry looked at Death sceptically and asked "So how would it work without creating a paradox?"

"We overwrite the timeline by changing a specific event or decision to create a whole new future so that all the moments after the change never happened."

"But that would mean that all the time I have spent with Hermione will have never happened!"

"Yes but that does not mean that you will not be able make new memories in the new timeline as well as help her become the person you know she could be, if she had not had her self esteem lowered by Ronald Weasley."

"But-"

"Master, you must understand that not only would you be able to save Granger but you will also be able to help stop the war and prevent any of the deaths that have taken place not only today but the countless Muggleborn Witches and Wizards that have been sent to Azkaban and been kissed."

Harry grimaced remembering the trial of Mary Cattermol at the Ministry and thought about all the other Muggleborns or Muggles who had been kissed, tortured or killed by Voldemort and his Death Eaters.

"Why are you doing this for me Death?"

Death looked at its Master with its unseen eyes for a full minute whilst Harry looked back in defiance.

"You are the first Wizard ever to unite the three Deathly Hallows and accept that death is inevitable, even Dumbledore tried to bring his family back with the help of the Resurrection Stone disqualifying him from being my Master. No you wore the Cloak, used the Stone and you were killed by the Wand. You are the only Wizard, I Death could not defeat, you are the only one worthy of being the True Master Of Death. The fact that my Master has been manipulated, bound and limited is unacceptable!" Death roared out as the magic leaking off it increased. It looked down at its Master and said "I will make you a man worthy of being the Master of Death, I will make you the strongest Wizard in history."

Harry looked at Death with eyes wide in understanding, it made sense that a being as powerful as Death would expect its Master to be as powerful as possible. Plus Death seemed to dislike Voldemort, most likely because he had been trying to become immortal so truly defeating him would probably make Death happy.

"Okay, but what event would we be changing when we go back in time?"

"Halloween 1981 Tom Marvolo Riddle also known as the Dark Lord Voldemort attacked the Potters house in Godric's Hollow, when he decided to attack your family he only used Killing Curses instead this time he will use stunners on your parents; Lilly so he can give her to Snape and James as Riddle has a sick satisfaction in watching peoples lives fall apart."

Revolted at Riddles mentality Harry shuddered before realising something he looked up at Death with a spark of hope for something he thought was impossible and he asked with a quivering voice "That would mean that my parents wouldn't die that night, that would mean I would have my parents back?"

"That is correct my Master, your parents would not die that night as Tom Riddle would not kill them."

Harry closed his eyes and thought, to have his Hermione back, to stop the persecution of the Muggleborn, to stop the Battle of Hogwarts to have his Parents back was it worth it?

Harry looked into the distance, his face screwed up in deep thought. He breathed in deeply before exhaling and with a snap he refocused on Death, his eyes seeming to glow with determination and conviction.

"So how do we do this?"

"Well first we must bind the Deathly Hallows to you, this will allow you to use their true power as well as remove the binding on your magic core as so far you have only been able to use your entire magic power in times of great emotional stress like driving off the Dementors to protect Sirius Black. After that since time is meaningless in this space I am going to bring four masters here to train you before you go back. When you arrive in the new timeline, you will be ten years old and since your souls will be the same you will merge with your younger self gaining all of his memories whilst keeping your knowledge and mature magical core." Death explained.

"Why not send me back earlier than ten years old." Harry asked.

"Because your body would not be able to support your magic core at a younger age and it would become unstable and likely explode killing you and anyone around you. There will also be certain events that will have to transpire such as Riddle getting a body back, Fate demands it."

"Oh" Harry replied back stupidly.

"Yes, well should we start then?"

"Of course" Harry replied after gathering himself and become focused once again.

"Hold out your hand and focus on all three Hallows and chant the words that appear in your head"

Harry raised his hand in front of him and closed his eyes. Focusing on the Hallows, an image of the Wand of Destiny, the True Cloak of Invisibility and the Resurrection Stone appeared in his head, instinctively Harry felt the words he was supposed to say as if they were buried deep within him waiting to be spoken.

"I Harry James Potter, descendant of Ignotus Peverell, wielder of the three Deathly Hallows, the one Death could not defeat, do declare myself the True Master Of Death, So Mot it Be!"

Deep within Harry, he felt more than heard the clank of a lock breaking as the seal on his magic core broke and Harry could suddenly feel the enormous amount of magic at his disposal. It was as if the size of his core sealed was the size of a pond and in comparison after the seal was broken it was the size of a lake. Suddenly pain grabbed Harry's body, as he fell to the floor writhing in pain, although it wasn't as bad as the Cruciatus Curse it was a close second. Harry could feel his enormous magic core begin to expand getting larger and larger till it was double in size and continued to expand, triple in size, still showing no sign of stopping until it had reached four times the size. What had been like a lake now felt like the vast ocean as his body hummed with endless power. Harry opened his eyes and shakily got back to his feet before stretching his arms out wide and roared at the sky his magic exploding outwards, creating a five metre radius tornado around him as green and black flames of raw magic came out of every pour of his body encasing him in fire, his eyes glowing and crackling with lightning the colour of the Killing Curse.

Getting himself back under control he pulled his magic back into his core as the wind slowed to a stop, the fire dying out as his eyes returned to normal. Taking a deep breath he could feel the ocean of magic inside of him. He felt powerful. He felt in control. He felt free. looking up at Death grinning ear to ear he said "I think I'm going to like this."

Death snorted in amusement "Now try to summon the three Hallows, Master."

So Harry closed his eyes and pictured the three Deathly Hallows in his mind and he saw them and he knew that they had submitted to him as their Master. Reaching out to them he used a tendril of magic and with a tug they appeared in front of him. All three items where glowing a soft golden colour, with the Wand of Destiny looked like a shaft of golden light, the Cloak was translucent yet glowing with the same light and the Stone a ball of energy hanging in the air. Suddenly the Hallows turned into streams of golden light before plummeting into his chest and entering his magic core. Suddenly pain once again grabbed Harry as his chest felt like he was being burnt, looking down he was shocked to see the the symbol of the Deathly Hallows glowing in the same soft golden colour.

Closing his eyes once more he felt the Hallows inside his core, they felt like a part of him like he had been missing something before but he now felt complete. So with a small mental tug he pulled them out of his magic core. He felt the cloak rap around his shoulder and whilst it had looked like old tattered cloth before, it was now the colour of midnight black and seemed to suck in the light around it, it was truly a cloak now with both sleeves and a hood it flowed around him as if it was moving in an invisible wind. It was fastened around his neck with the pin of the Deathly Hallows symbol in gold and Harry knew that the pin was actually the disguised Resurrection Stone. Finally resting loosely in his hand was the glowing Wand of Destiny.

Focusing on the Cloak he was able to instinctively tell that he would be able to turn invisible with just a thought whilst wearing it. He was also able to tell that it would be able to negate the effects of the Killing Curse if he was ever hit with one.

Harry opened his eyes and looked at Death, who despite not having a face it felt to Harry like it was grinning at him.

"Now that you are truly my Master, it is time for you to get some training." Death turned around and waved his hand and a grey fog rolled in slowly from the distance, as the fog stopped just in front of Death's outstretched hand, Harry could see four figures walking out of the fog.

The one on the very left was a tall, muscular man with a lion-like mane of wavy red hair and a beard to match. He was wearing a familiar sword on his back. The next figure was a round, plump woman with red hair and blue eyes. Next to her was a beautiful yet austere-looking and slightly intimidating woman. Finally the last figure was an ancient and gaunt looking man with a long pointed grey beard.

Harry was shocked he knew who these people were, they were the Hogwarts Founders; Godric Gryffindor, Helga Hufflepuff, Rowena Ravenclaw and Salazar Slytherin!

Stopping in front of Death and Harry, all four looked at Harry intently.

"So this is my descendant?" Godric asked with a raised eyebrow.

"It would seem so." Salazar stated looking at Harry with calculative eyes.

"So Harry I am guessing you have know who we are?" Helga said with a warm smile.

Harry gulped and looked at the four figures nervously "Yeah you are the Four Founders of Hogwarts" gaining some courage Harry asked "So are you going to be my teachers?"

"Yes we are Harry?" Rowena replied.

"Wait, what do you mean descendant?" Harry asked Godric.

"That whiskered little shit" Godric muttered "Right so the story goes like this, long ago the last daughter of the Most Ancient and Most Noble house of Gryffindor married into the Potter family effectively making them my descendants and you the heir Gryffindor, which is why you were able to summon my sword when you fought Sal's Basalisk."

"That's something else the old codger kept from me" Harry snarled.

"Yes it is, but more importantly are you ready to begin your training?"

Harry closed his eyes and thought about all the times Hermione had encouraged him to study and instead of listing to her, he had listened to Ron instead and not done anything. Well not now, he was going to sure she would be proud of him and learn everything he could especially now that he had the Founders as teachers!

"Im ready" Harry opened his eyes and said his voice ful of determination and a desire to succeed.

The Four Founders just looked at him and grinned, together they said "Well then let's begin."