A twenty year old Harry Potter sat at the Three Broomsticks on a cold winter night, nursing his firewhiskey as he though about his life.

It had been three years since he had gotten rid of his nemesis, and his pathetic minions. Seven long years of fights, of war, of death, of pain. And then, all of a sudden, peace. To say he was expecting it to just be over would be a lie.

No matter how many times he had imagined being at peace, with nobody aiming for his head on a spike, he always though it an impossible dream. But most of the death eaters died during the last battle, only a few survived, and they were easily captured. Without their Lord they were like headless chickens, running around without knowing what to do.

The first few months after the war were spend reconstructing, not only Hogwarts who had suffered much damage during the battle, but also the British Wizarding Community. Diagon Alley and Hogsmeade both needed to be put together once more.

And not to mention the funerals. What followed the last battle was a long list of funeral, friends and enemies alike. He had attended all, he felt it was his duty. The friends to honor their memories. The enemies to honor what they could have been, if they had chosen other paths.

After Hogwarts was restored to its former glory, he had returned to finish his last year. Ron had wanted to go straight to Auror training, and had begged him to use his fame to do it. But he refused. He had just walked out of a war, he didn't want to step right into Auror training. He wanted to enjoy life, life with his friends. Hogwarts had always been his home, so he wanted to enjoy his last year without enemies plotting his death.

Hermione had agreed with his choice, of course she would. She wanted them all to finish their education, even if Ron though differently. Their seven year was the most fun, especially since they spent it mostly hanging out and not ... running from three headed dogs, or killing gigantic snakes.

Hermione and Ron had also started dating, he still didn't know how that relationship even worked but he wasn't going to say anything. They had gotten married a month after they finished their seventh year, and Hermione was almost ready to pop they first kid out.

That left him to think about his own relationship with the youngest Weasley, Ginny. They had shared a few looks, and a few kisses during the war. After the war ended, Ginny had wanted to start a serious relationship with him. While he wouldn't have been against a relationship, he wasn't sure if he wanted a serious one. He never did have a childhood, and he didn't had much time to be a teenager when people were trying to kill him left and right. He wanted to enjoy his life, his freedom.

He liked Ginny, taking her out on a few dates would have been fantastic. The problem was that everybody was pushing him to ask her to marry him, like they knew it was meant to be. He wanted a casual, no pressures relationship with her. Not a shotgun wedding.

He took her on a few dates during his seventh year, but when Hermione and Ron tied the knot everyone started to look at him with that glint in their eyes. The glint that pretty much asked 'When are you going to pop the question?'.

He wanted to scream 'never' out of the top of his lungs, but the Weasleys were his family. They cared for him, and loved him like one of their own. So instead of making his feelings known he continued to 'date' Ginny. He didn't feel bad about it, because he liked her. He wasn't in love her, he still didn't know the meaning of true love. He knew he loved Ginny, but he wasn't in love with her.

Even now, almost two years after Hermione and Ron married people still continued to give him the looks. But now he mostly ignored them. What bothered him however, were the stares Ginny gave him. He wasn't sure it was because of the wedding thing, or because they were dating for almost three years and still hadn't had sex. He also new that she was brave enough to ask him to marry her, and he was silently hoping she never though about it.

He and Ron had already started Auror training, and while they could have skipped it Harry though it was important to have the same experiences as the other Aurors. Of course Ron had grumbled about it, but eventually he went along with it. He didn't want any special treatment just because he killed Voldemort. He wanted people to recognize him professionally for his abilities, not because of his fame.

"How long are you going to continue to look at your drink for?" Madam Rosmerta inquired from behind the counter.

"Just thinking about life Rosmerta." He sighed, taking a sip of his firewhiskey.

"Don't worry to much, whatever it is will work itself out dear." The blonde woman said, as she gave me a reassuring smile.

He returned the smile, but he was pretty sure it looked like a grimace. Quickly finishing his drink, he put a galleon next to the empty cup. "Rest of good evening Rosmerta." He said, before quickly leaving. It was getting late and he needed to work tomorrow morning.

He stepped out into the cold night, and a shiver went through his back and the freezing snow fell from the sky. He looked up to see it fall, before shoving his hands into his pockets. He was about to start walking towards the apparition point when someone called his name.

"Lord Potter." A man called as he walked towards him. He stopped and stared, not sure who this was. "I just wanted to thank you for what you did for our community." The man said, and he let out a small sigh. He still wasn't sure how to act towards people who came up to him out of nowhere to greet him and to thank him, so he put on a small smile and nodded his head.

"You don't have to thank me sir." He replied, as the man extended his hand to shake his own. He complied, but the next second he was regretting his decision.

The moment their hands touched, the man pulled him and he only saw a glimpse of metal with the moonlight reflected on it before pain in his abdomen was all he could feel. He looked up, only to see the man smirking at him, with a blooded dagger in his hand.

"And this is how the man-who-conquered dies, stabbed to death in a lonely and dark winter night." The man said, before letting out a happy laugh. "There's no way your going to survive this one, even you're not that lucky. The dagger has a very dark and ancient curse on it. Legend said that your soul will be bound for eternity. No happy afterlife for you Potter. My Lord has been avenged, my job here is done." The man whispered in his ear, before giving him a kick and leaving him alone to die.

He looked up and saw stars, as he coughed a large amount of blood. If this was his end, he supposed it was somewhat peaceful and beautiful. Never had the stars and the moon looked more beautiful to him before, and the snow. The snow made everything white and pure. He was about to close his eyes and embrace death, as he had done three years ago, when a voice echoed through his very being.

"Master, I wonder why Fate and Destiny hate you so." A female voice rang through his ears.

He forced his eyes to open, and there, looking down on him was a dark haired woman dressed in grey with a sad expression on her face. She looked like she was on her mid twenties, but he couldn't be sure because her blue eyes showed that she was much older than that. Much, much older.

"Who-" He let out, before more blood filled his throat.

"You know who I am Master." She replied, as she knelled next to him. "My poor, poor unlucky Master."

"Death..." He mumbled out, with wide eyes. He had thrown away the hallows but it seemed the tittle of Master of Death was still his. He forced myself to stay awake, although he could feel himself slipping into the darkness.

"Master, the dagger that wounded you is indeed cursed. You will be forced to continue on this plane, either as a ghost or a phantom but you will not be able to enter the afterlife. But you are my Master, I can at least give you two different options. I can have you be reborn right after your passing Master, but you will not remember your past life. Or, I can change your fate master so that you do not die in this time and place." The woman explained, as she softly petted his hair.

He heard her words, and he felt his heart explode when he found out that the man had been right. He would not join the after life, he would never met his parent again. Or Sirius, Remus, Tonks, Fred...

But she was giving him choices. To either die and be a ghost or a phantom, to be reborn or the change his fate. Whatever that meant. He didn't want to be a ghost, much less a phantom so that was out. Being reborn was a good choice, but he wouldn't remember who he was. He felt that he was leaving his person, Harry Potter ,behind. It felt like he was spitting on his parents graves. He would be reborn to different parents, he wasn't sure if he could do it. To forget all the people that loved him, and all the people that gave their lives for him. And the change of fate, he didn't know what it meant.

"Change... Fate?" He whispered, and he was glad that she understood that it was a question.

"Fate and Destiny have screwed you over too much over the years, since before you were born. Death is timeless, I can change your past Master. However, the only death that I can stop is yours Master." Death explained.

Change his past? His past wasn't sunshines and daisies, if anything could be changed he wouldn't mind even if she couldn't stop the deaths of his loved ones.

"Do it." He whispered, as darkness greeted him once more.

She place a kiss on her Master's cold forehead, and everything turned white.

"As you wish Master."