Harry sighed in relief as he slid down the wall. The battle was over and now he could join his loved ones. He had already died once today, but had come back to finish off Voldemort. Just after he accomplished this task, a deep cutting curse from someone had hit him. No. Not just someone. Ron Weasley. He closed his eyes. It didn't really matter. Harry was going to die. He couldn't bustle up the energy to care about that fact.

He woke up in a dark room. He blinked blearily until his eyes adjusted. He blinked again, sure he was wrong as to where he was. Nope. He was in the cupboard under the stairs. That meant he was 10 again. But what day was it? He peaked up at his calendar. July 22nd 1991. He was back to the day he got his letter. How did this happen?

"Well since you are the Master of Death, you were able to come back in time to right the wrongs.", a voice said in his mind. " Who are you?", Harry asked curiously. " I am Death. You were sent back with your memories intact. You are no longer a horcrux, because your soul has already been cleansed. On that particular note, the bindings you did have on your magic are now gone. Now while you can correct past mistakes, if it is meant to happen it will happen anyway. I have to go now. I do hope to not see you for a very long time. Good Luck Mr. Potter.", Death's voice said before leaving his mind completely.
Well that was an enlightening conversation. Harry didn't know that he had bindings on his magic before, although looking back on it it does make sense. He heard Aunt Petunia come down the stairs. She did her usual rapping on the door thing to get him up. He made breakfast as usual, but this time when his Uncle told him to get the mail, he just went and got it instead of back talking. He saw an owl with his letter. He slipped his letter in his cupboard before giving Uncle Vernon the mail.

He opened his letter that evening when he was done with his chores. It still read the same. He wrote out a reply:

Dear Deputy Headmistriss,

I will gladly accept the offer to come learn at your school. I do have a few questions though. Is magic actually real? Am I really a wizard or this some weird prank? I hope not. I'm not a big fan of pranks. Like the time Dudley asked me to play outside only instead of playing, him and his gang decided Harry Hunting would be better. I'm sorry. I have gotten off topic. How can I buy all these weird things on the list? I don't have any money and my relatives will not pay for me to go. Between you and me I don't think they must have much money after taking care of themselves and Dudley. Anyway, where would I go to get such things to begin with? How would I get to such a place? Again my relatives wouldn't take me. Besides school I don't really get out much unless Mrs. Figg is sick and can't look after me. Just a few weeks ago I got to go to the zoo for the first time. It was really neat until I some how set a boa constrictor free. At least the snake thanked me. It earned me my longest ever punishment though. I was confined to my cupboard for weeks. I managed to sneak out to get food sometimes though so it could have been worse. Sorry. I'm going off topic again. Thank you for the chance to join your school. Enjoy the rest of your summer.
Harry James Potter

Satisfied that my handwriting was neat and that the letter looked like something an almost 11 year old would write, I tucked it in an envelope with my address. I peaked out of my cupboard. The Dursleys were busy watching the tellie. I snuck outside and saw an owl. It flew down to me and I gave it a piece of bacon I nicked earlier. I tied the letter to its' leg and quickly went back to my room.

AN: New story. Continue? Please R/R