Soulmate by 2cute4u

He paces. He paces because it's the only thing he can do. Surrounding him were walls of stone, dark and cold. It wasn't exactly pleasant but he was glad that the dementors laid off of him even if he didn't know why. It's been 6 months since they've left him here and two days since his 'Trial'.

Apparently, Dumbledore had written in his will that Harry was to die. If Harry wasn't dead then Voldemort would rise to power once more. Seeing as Dumbledore was dead and he was considered a Light wizard, the ministry decided to execute him via public decapitation. A great way for the hero of the wizarding world to die.

Since Harry was so feared, he was isolated with no other prisoners in any of the near cells.

A clanking noise draws his attention.

"Hey. It's time." A guard says, unlocking the door and gesturing with his head to walk out.
Harry stares blankly at the guard but follows him out nonetheless.

"For all this is worth... I don't believe you deserve this." The guard whispers.

Harry felt a small tug of warmth but he shoves it down. It would be useless and just drag his hopes up before getting them crushed once again. It was much to late for that but he didn't want to be rude so he nods politely at the guard.

The guard leads him out of the prison and apparatus him onto a tall wooden platform. The current minister, who Harry wasn't bothered remembering who it was, began speaking. "As per Albums Dumbledore's will. We must execute Harry Potter."

Most of the light wizards nod. They were thinking of how they were ridding the world of a rising dark lord. Harry couldn't even feel anything for them anymore. It had certainly hurt when they had betrayed though, leaving him to die a horrible death.

Harry's gaze sweeps over the crowd, he notices his 'friends' glee at his execution, no doubt happy they were going to get all the Potter money from his vaults. He also notices Draco Malfoy with a pale face, stricken with worry towards Harry. Draco had tears in his eyes and Harry hoped they were for his death.

"Let this execution commence!"

Harry was placed with his head in a dip on the wooden slab, his chin resting slightly uncomfortably. He didn't dare look up at the blade that was no doubt above his head, even though he has long given up the will to live.

He's finished his job after all.

However, he can't help but wish how things would've turned out had he known it was going to end this way.

Just as the blade was let go of, Harry shut his eyes, waiting for death to overtake him.

It was deathly silent and when Harry opens his eyes again, he was standing at a pale, white King's Cross Station.

"Not here again..." Harry couldn't help but groan. "Why can't I just die in peace?"

"A wonderful question, Young Master." A slightly chilling voice comments.

Harry spins and comes face to face with black robes that looked like it had been torn off at the bottom. He knew who this was.

"Death. Nice to see you." Harry states dryly.

"Ah yes. Harry Potter. Not once in your lifetime has your life been peaceful, has it?"

"Now that would be boring." Harry snorts.

"Yes it would. Considering how many times you've died, it would be a shame to leave it all peaceful."

"Yep. First year with Quirrell but the philosopher's stone saved me. Second year with the basilisk but Fawkes saved me. Third year with Dementors which my future self saved me just barely. Fourth year I witnessed a death and brought his body back with me, sorry I didn't visit that year. Fifth year I witnessed yet another death as Sirius slipped through the veil. Sixth year I nearly drowned but Ron saved me, probably because if I died then it would've caused too many problems later on. Seventh year, I allowed Voldemort to kill his 'Horcrux' within me which killed me at the same time. And now, my execution." Harry lists.

"Yes, you seem to have had quite an adventure. However it has not ended yet." Death says.

"Great." Harry says dryly.

"Your last death, you had become Master of Death." Death explains.

Harry smacks his forehead. "More stupid titles!"

"I have also heard your wish." Death says.

"My wish?" Harry asks.

"Your wish to have a second chance. I can grant it."

Harry's eyes widened. "Wha-"

"However, I must inform you that if I do give you this second chance, Tom Riddle must also be given this chance."

"What?! Why?!" Harry exclaims.

"Tom Riddles soul has been inside yours for so long and so close, it has intertwined with your own soul. The Horcrux that you had destroyed wasn't the original Horcrux he had left inside you. That was the unintentional Horcrux he had made in your first year when he flew through you after Quirrell died." Death says.

"So he had... Eight horcruxes?..." Harry gapes.

"Yes. Two unintentional."

Harry contemplates this. "What exactly is this second chance?"

"Simple, you choose a time and I will transfer you there. Preferably a time when you were already born. You will regain all memories and magic, as well as titles."

"So I can claim Gryffindors, Slytherins and Merlin's seat?" Harry asks.

"Yes of course, you also have immortality."

"What? Why?"

"It comes with being the Master of Death. I have no control over that but you may choose who lives and who dies." Death explains.

Harry grits his teeth. It was a difficult choice. He could leave this chance and finally rest in peace or he could go back in time and change the future as he knew it with
Voldemort having his memories back as well. A Voldemort that has memories of events that happened the next seven years was going to be a nightmare to deal with. He was bat-shit insane and it was nearly impossible to follow his train of thought.

"Wait... Could you give his sanity back?" Harry asks.

"Yes I can. However his soul has been scattered and I suggests finding them first before I can repair it."

"This will essentially cure his insanity problem right?"

Harry asks, slight hope blooming in the middle of his chest.

"Hmm. The curing part would be a simpler term but yes, this would correct his sanity, mental state and mind." Death hums.

"So if I find all his Horcruxes and brought them to you?" Harry asks one last time to make sure.

"I will be able to repair it. However, his souls have all scattered and resided somewhere inside your own, remember that. So I suggest you start quickly. They are all in your soul somewhere." Death says, disappearing just as the mangled looking baby Voldy was shown once again.

"I'm pretty sure you were destroyed though... This makes no sense." Harry mumbles, picking up the baby.

He carefully cradled it to his chest and began walking down the platform, knowing there was infinite space and no time moved here. He never got tired or hungry and so he kept walking.

Walking and walking until he found all the other pieces. He didn't know how long he had been going at it for but now he had a baby Voldy, the second Voldy was 4 years old. The third Voldy was 9 years old. The fourth Voldy was 11 years old. The fifth Voldy was 15 years old and the last Voldy was in his early twenties.

All six souls were here, just as death said. Harry had actually had fun while collecting them. He spoke to them and learnt a few things and they in turn asked about him, where they were and how come there were so many of them at different ages. 4 year old Voldy was in awe at his older selves, it was surprisingly adorable.

"Death." Harry called, once they were all together.

Intriguing the 11 year old, 15 year old and 23 year old. But confused the younger ones.

Death materialized in front of him, scaring the younger Voldemort's.

"I see you've gathered them. Took you long enough." Death yawns, which Harry had thought impossible.

"Yeah. How long has it been since our last visit?"

"I believe, it has been Three weeks." Death says.

"Holy-!" Harry exclaims before closing his hand over his mouth, there were children nearby. "So you can fix them now? Then send me back to when I first got my Hogwarts letter?"

"Yes. That is do-able." Death says, placing his hand across Harry's eyes.

Harry felt a jolt before everything went dark but he didn't feel afraid.