The World Is My Right

by HParshi

Summary:

Harry Potter has been used too many times. He knows and realises it now. And so, it's time. Time to take back everything that is his right. Being the Master of Death helps. He can't die so this time he goes back in time so that the ones he love lives.

Notes:

I'm definitely new at this. Never written a fanfiction. Excited to, finally. A select few words from me to the curious ones who picked up this book.
I'm not very experienced in writing. So this may come out good but it has all the potential to be not. Any mistakes along the way, the ones I happen to not notice can be pointed out. The same goes for anything about the story. Something you want to criticise, go for it. I will read them. But do not be unnecessarily rude, I won't care for it.
That said, I'm very excited about this. I'm sure this is a very cliche theme. Powerful Harry and whatnot. But it is fun. Is that not what matters?

Chapter 1

 

                               PROLOGUE

Harry Potter was vengeful. It has been a while, a long while. The war has been over for over a century. His friends, the ones who remained has been dead over two decades. He still lives. The Boy-Who-Lived can't die. 

"How ironic.." He thinks.

He is lonely. The war had taken a good chunk of his happiness. He did attempt to kill himself or get killed. Not that it worked since, not so surprisingly he just cannot die. The reason being his latest title which he learnt after recovering from a visit by Death or rather a visit to Death. 

Death had announced him his master. He also had let him know that he is now permanently immortal. He cannot die because he is the Master of Death. He hasn't aged either. He stopped aging once Death had given him part of his soul.He lives on a glamour. Being labelled freak more than once, he had learnt to hide parts of himself. 

He stopped aging once Death had given him part of his soul.

Flashback:

Death stood before a sleeping Harry, admiring his master. He has never come across someone with a soul so beautiful. He knew his wait was finally over. He has come across his true master. Brushing the hairs disturbing his master's sleep, he leaned over, caressing his head. 

He didn't know what he felt, for he has not felt for so long. But his heart felt warm. Anything his master wanted, he will give. After all, the world is Harry's right.

Death kept his hand on his Master's forehead and he pushed. He could see his Master twisting in distress. He felt angry at himself for putting him in misery. But this was the only way he could gain his Master. So he would do it. He felt the moment their souls entwined. It was only a small part. He didn't want his Master to feel pain. But it would be enough, now they are forever bonded. He would always be Harry's. 

××× Flashback Over ×××

But now he has had enough. He wants a chance to change things. To save the ones that needed saving. And he has learnt the how. Being the Death's Master, also comes with benefits. He can travel back in time. And Harry is going back. He is going to the years of torture with the Dursleys. He is going to rewrite his life. And he is going to write it the way he wants. No more meddling Dumbledore or Voldemort.

He suppose Death does care for him, in his own twisted way. But care he does. So he would not ever be alone again. He is going to claim his right.