Harry Potter Getting Even

Harry thought about this and nodded his head. "I don't have to take you up on this right away, do I? It's not like a onetime deal?" Harry questioned.

"No. You may summon me and ask for this at any point, though I am busy, so I may not always answer you the moment you call," Death said.

Harry nodded. "I think that's all I needed to know. Thank you," he said before awkwardly adding, "Erm, you can go now?"

Death seemed to chuckle slightly, alarming Harry, before He simple vanished back into the shadows.

Harry stood for a moment, standing in shock, before the realisation of how surreal his life was hit him. Laughing manically, Harry barely kept himself from falling to the floor in his state. Finally, after gaining a small semblance of control, Harry stood and straightened himself out.

Deciding it was best not to wear his invisibility cloak, Harry focused on banishing it to his room in Grimmauld Place, trusting his magic to send it there. Finally. he returned to the cart outside and asked to be taken back to the surface, ignoring the goblin's curious look.

Instead of going back into the main bank, Harry instead followed the paths towards Ragnok's office. Nodding to the guards, Harry knocked on the door and waited to be called in.

"I see you have returned," Ragnok said once Harry had seated himself.

"Did you know?" Harry questioned.

Ragnok withheld his smirk. "I know many things, but even I cannot take a guess as to what you mean."

Harry narrowed his eyes and clarified, "Did you know what being the Master of Death meant for me?"

Ragnok sighed, "It has never been done before, so I did not know for certain, but I had an idea." Silence fell after he spoke.

"Death said I could go back," Harry said after a few moments.

"Go back?" Ragnok questioned.

"I would be able to relive my life, taking the place of my younger self. I would have my memories and my powers; I would literally have a chance to do it all again, but better," Harry said

"I see," Ragnok said. "I take it you are considering this?"

"I think I want to do it," Harry confided, "the only thing that is currently keeping me going is the thought of revenge, and even that doesn't block out my longing for long. It's always there. If I went back, I could change everything."

"You would side with Voldemort?" Ragnok asked, his voice holding no judgement.

"No - yes - I don't know," Harry admitted. "I would try to fix him. His goals before they became so twisted with insanity were good; I refuse to believe the one person magic fated to be perfect for me was an insane snake-faced megalomaniac."

Ragnok smiled at that. "Good."

Harry was shocked. "You want me to side with Voldemort?" he asked.

"No, I want you to fix Voldemort, to build on what he started when he first began. I want you, Harry Potter, to change the world," Ragnok said.

Harry looked at Ragnok who, in just a few short days, had come to be a true friend. "You know if I go back, you won't remember me," he said.

Ragnok smirked at that. "I wouldn't be so sure, Harry."

"What do you mean?"

"Goblin magic is different from that which wizard's wield," Ragnok said. "When you return, you may find yourself surprised with just how much we remember."

Harry smirked at this, glad he would have a confidant when he went back.

"You have made your decision then," Ragnok said, seeing the look on Harry's face.

"Yes, I think so. There is just one thing I need to do first."