AN: I do not own Harry Potter or any subsequent works.

My name is Harry Potter. In my life I have been known as many things, such as: Head Auror, Father, Husband, the Boy-Who-Lived, Triwizard Champion, the Man-Who-Conquered, an Animagus, and, most recently, dying. Stabbed at the age of forty-one on King's Cross platform Nine and Three Quarters at an old schoolmate's hand.

Burning, that's the only thing I'm aware of at the moment. That awful, terrible burning spreading through my chest and down into my stomach. I barely feel the blade jutting out of my side as pain washes over me like an avalanche. This is on the level of basilisk venom but much more intense. My body seizes on me but I'm almost completely aware of every sight around me through a crimson haze but everyone's voices sound a thousand miles away.

"...Nundu venom…" "...Lacerated…" "...utting dow…" "...Mungo's…" "...won't…" is all I manage to hear. Hard to think that I lived through so much shit that something as mundane as a knife to the chest - even an obviously poisoned one - would be my end? Every year I make sure I'm here to see off the kids to the train but obviously my carelessness was the end of me. I was stabbed in the chest but an infuriated Ice Princess. Her sister, Daphne Greengrass, was in my year and went onto make a name for herself as a muggle and magical solicitor at law with her husband Theodore Nott, their children started Hogwarts with my James and Albus. Theodore, for all his faults, adores his children and Astoria dotes on her nephews but she was far beyond reason this time.

The train had just left the station when the woman turned with one smooth, terrifyingly cold motion to bring the knife up and into the side of my chest leading me to where I'm at now. She said four words as she shoved me to the ground before making her way out of the crowd in the stunned silence, the words being 'for Blaise and Draco.' Clarity washed over me in the split second before the pain registered.

Blaise Zabini, heir to the Zabini crime lords of the Italian magical community and apparently Astoria's lover after I threw Draco's ass in Azkaban for tax evasion. It's a dirty little secret among the community that the more you avoid taxes without getting caught the higher your standing, well… Draco decided to avoid paying them entirely. The Malfoys are the wealthiest house in Great Britain second only to the Blacks (which Albus is now the heir to) and that was immediately noticed. He was sentenced to five years and the end of that isn't for another two, Astoria wasn't very happy with that.

Eventually though, she moved onto a lover to bide her time while Draco was sitting in his cell, Blaise. Now the unfortunate thing about Blaise is that he went onto become a professional assassin and committed dozens, if not hundreds, of murders on Her Majesty's soil and I happened to be the senior Auror to take him down. That case actually was what promoted the higher-ups to promote me to head Auror. Zabini was taken to trial and was the first man to be executed by the Ministry of Magic since the penalty for breaking the Statute of Secrecy was death.

Who would have thought that the Man-Who Conquered would have been taken out by a five-foot-two blonde with a vendetta? I had prepared for nearly every situation that could have erupted but being stabbed certainly wasn't on the list. But then again Hell hath no fury…

So here I am, Harry Potter - He-Who-Overcame, father to James Sirius, Albus Remus [1], and Lily Luna, husband of Ginerva Weasley-Potter, survivor of Slytherin's Basilisk, and slayer of Voldemort - laying in a pool of my own blood while surrounded by loved ones screaming my name.

I gasp instinctually as the blade is ripped from my chest and the only thing I could think was 'why didn't they just leave in?'

Ginny's tearstained face is inches from mine, her fiery hair shrouding us from the world as she screams at me to stay with her and I want to so badly. To be here for her, for my friends, my children. I don't want to leave my children fatherless but the rings on my fingers heat up urgently. I bring them to my lips with a strength of will I didn't know I had.

"I Ha-ri Ja-Jame Po-Pot'r, gi' the' ta Jame Si-UGH-Siri's an' Al Rem's Pot'r. Lo'g ma' dey lib'." [2]

"Harry?" Ginny's panic is radiating off of her.

"Lov' ya' Gin… en' ob da road - AHHHH - fo' me… Te' da ki's I lo-lob 'dem…" [3]

"No… no! Stay with me, Harry!" I feel her slap me gently as my world fades to nothingness.

Nothing.

Black.

Unawareness.

They say there's a light at the end of the tunnel… but there was no tunnel. There was nothing.

"Mr. Potter."

A soft voice cuts through the darkness of my aware non-existence.

"Mr. Potter, rise."

My body jerks upright as my eyes snap open only to find my vision sharpening to the razor's edge with my other senses fall into place right behind. For a split second, I thought that I had gone blind with spots dancing in my eyes until I realized what I was looking at.

Stars.

Billions upon Trillions against the inky background of the void, the arms of the Milky way shining bright as the edge of eternity looks to be in my grasp. I move to stand up and realize there's nothing holding me upright anyway, my jaw drops when I realize I'm hanging in space.

"Where am I?"

"The Crossroads. Welcome, Mr. Potter, to my abode," the voice comes from nowhere yet everywhere, ringing in my ears like a cannon blast but caressing my skin like a lover.

"Who are you?"

"I am the friend at the end, the ferryman, the lover never seen, the Destroyer of Worlds."

"I am become Death…" I whisper into the void.

"Yes. You have forgotten who you are, young Peverell."

The void flashes with light as the stars consolidate overhead in the form of the wand, the cloak, and the stone, the mark of the Deathly Hallows.

"Or, should I say, my Master?"

"Just Harry, please…"

"Oh, mister Potter, your lineage shall never allow you to be something so asinine. Your family has been touched by greatness, you are the descendant and the pinnacle of the Brothers Three. Your lineage is that of denial incarnate. Antioch denied defeat and lost everything, Cadmus denied Me and was denied that which he held dearest, Ignotus denied denial itself and gained the greatness and the life his brothers strove for. You, my dear Peverell, have spent your life denying greatness and in return you have been the greatest wizard since Myrddin Emrys of Camelot. You did not deny me in the forest, Thomas Riddle did all his life and lost his eternity in the process - but you brought together the hallows of the Brothers Three in the process but did not wish for them. You denied my power and in the process gained a way to live again."

Hope swells in my chest, burning almost as badly as the dagger did.

"I… I can go back?"

"No."

My hope was crushed with the ferocity of a charging Horntail.

"Why…"

"You are my master. By giving up the power and welcoming me as a friend you gained the title truly. I could offer you no rest as I can not accept you nor can I send you back to your body as you no longer have one waiting for you," ice creeps down my spine with the comment.

"What do you mean I don't have a body?"

"The dagger you were stabbed with was cursed and tainted by the magic of the dagger and the venom it was coated in," the voice almost sounds remorseful.

"What the fuck did Astoria stab me with?" I ask as the blood floods away from my face.

"Nundu venom consecrated in Thestral blood, sanctified with basilisk venom, and tainted in the heart of a Dementor, the poison was designed to kill in a split second but you managed to survive for thirty seconds Mr. Potter," the voice sounds strangely proud.

I feel my jaw drop open as I struggle to regain control over my body. After a brief, stunned silence I ask, "the blade was forged in the way of the Goblins?"

"Iron fired with dragon bone while spells are being sung over the process. The dagger was not enchanted, it was cursed. The blade was forged in a dark volcano with the fang of the basilisk you slew and quenched in the blood of seven babes - mage, elf, goblin, centaur, merfolk, phoenix, and a nonmagical human."

My eyes bug out at just what that means. The reason why the blood of a virgin is used in so many dark rituals is that it signifies the girl is untouched from the darkness of the world, a babe has not seen the world at all, thus they are the embodiment of the light. Dark rituals are strongest when perverting the brightest light.

"Thus, your body can no longer host life, the tears of a phoenix could not repair the damage wrought unto your body. I apologize, this is a crossroads in which the only direction you cannot go is back."

"Then what about my wife!? My children!?" I scream into the void, the pain of losing them is like someone's holding a live wire to my very soul, "my children fatherless, my wife a widow!? Why!?"

"Harry, you, of all people, are asking why the universe is against you?"

The question is sharp and incredulous, just enough to get me to stop my unstarted rant before it can begin.

"You're right," I slump in on myself.

"You got to say goodbye to all of your children and your wife, Harry," Death's voice is quiet yet comforting in a way I never thought it could, "it is an opportunity some would die again for and you had it, take comfort in that."

I don't acknowledge her words verbally, choosing to instead look up at the insignia burning above me while whispering prayers to Merlin, Morgana, Mother Magic, and any other god I could think of to watch over my babies and Ginny.

"What's your offer?" I ask in a broken whisper.

"We're at the Crossroads, Harry," the voice whispers, "you may go forward to a new life among the people of Alagaesia," a blue ball of fire descends from the pulsing insignia above me to create a glowing silver portal ringed in blue, "beware, young Peverell, that through this gate lies a land on the brink of falling to a tyrant who's power eclipses and surpasses Tom Marvolo's own. His strength lies in the hearts of the dragons and in his mind, his name is Galbatorix. Be wary. The next," a ball of golden fire parts and repeats the process the blue portal did, "will guide you to the realm of Westeros where an army of Death and Ice march while the lords of the land squabble in their castles content to believe they are safe behind their walls."

A bolt of fire that's constantly shifting between red, blue, white, and green create the next mirror, "this portal will take you to a land where the world is at war. The magic of this world is based on the elements in Earth, Water, Air, and Fire, for one hundred years war has raged over this land. If you choose to enter this portal you will be on the front lines of this war," the insignia sparks one last time as a bolt of silver light flash to a place behind me, "this is the gateway to the Stars. This gate will find you in the middle of a conflict between a Galactic Empire and a rebellion against them, the Galactic Empire is controlled by a self-proclaimed Dark Lord of the Sith. In terms of sheer power, he is Tom Marvolo's lesser by an order of magnitude if not more. You will be able to crush him under heel in a head-on confrontation, but his armies outnumber the population of your world and you would have to fight to get to him."

I blink at the options, "anything else I should know?"

The voice of death chuckles at the question, "the wand, the stone, and the cloak shall be with you and your body will be renewed to seventeen years of age. Now, you must choose your path, young Peverell."

With a deep breath in I nod and make my choice.

AN:

[1] Does anyone else hate the name 'Albus Severus' in Canon? Cause I do and am changing the fuck out of that.

[2] "I, Harry James Potter, give these to James Sirius and Albus Remus Potter. Long may they live."

[3] Love you Gin. End of the road for me. Tell the kids I love them.

Hey guys, I've been thinking of a way to have a not super OP'ed Harry go into a few stories I want and I though of this. This story will have four separate 'sequels' if you can call them that. I love Eragon, PJO, ATLA, and Star Wars and y'all already know about most of my works and thought this might be a fun project to work on in some of my spare time.

Keep an eye out for the follow ups to this story, warning: I probably will not post those for quite some time. Thank you for reading!