My Time

When his life ended, Harry Potter—the errant "Master of Death"—expected peace. Instead, a bored "Death" meddles with his destiny once again. In a single instant, Harry is hurled back in time to the era immediately following World War II, landing starkly on the doorstep of Grimmauld Place. In this unfamiliar past, armed with memories of the future and the mark of Death, he must learn to survive in a world without Dumbledore's guidance. He is quickly drawn into the dark orbit of the Black family and encounters the aloof, noble heir, Orion Black. Harry's timeless magic and free spirit exert a fatal attraction on Orion. A risky, forbidden romance forms between them, and fate's jest doesn't end there. As the Master of Death, Harry finds his ancient magic warping, changing him in ways the world could never imagine. When Harry falls pregnant with Orion's child in the distant past, will this destiny, forcibly accelerated by Death, be his ultimate salvation, or will it trap him forever in this era of dark magic and ancient houses?

My Time

When his life ended, Harry Potter—the errant "Master of Death"—expected peace. Instead, a bored "Death" meddles with his destiny once again. In a single instant, Harry is hurled back in time to the era immediately following World War II, landing starkly on the doorstep of Grimmauld Place. In this unfamiliar past, armed with memories of the future and the mark of Death, he must learn to survive in a world without Dumbledore's guidance. He is quickly drawn into the dark orbit of the Black family and encounters the aloof, noble heir, Orion Black. Harry's timeless magic and free spirit exert a fatal attraction on Orion. A risky, forbidden romance forms between them, and fate's jest doesn't end there. As the Master of Death, Harry finds his ancient magic warping, changing him in ways the world could never imagine. When Harry falls pregnant with Orion's child in the distant past, will this destiny, forcibly accelerated by Death, be his ultimate salvation, or will it trap him forever in this era of dark magic and ancient houses?

Rain lashed the cobblestones of Grimmauld Place as Harry gasped awake, his body trembling against the cold iron gate. The air smelled of coal smoke and damp stone, not magic. No alarms, no battle—just silence. He looked down: his clothes were wrong, his wand missing, and on his palm, the Mark of Death pulsed like a second heartbeat. Before he could move, the door creaked open. Orion Black stood framed in the dim light, wand raised, eyes sharp with suspicion. 'You shouldn’t be here,' he said. 'This house is closed.' Harry opened his mouth, but a wave of dizziness hit—visions flashed: a child with storm-gray eyes, screaming as time tore apart. Orion stepped forward, catching him as he fell. 'Who are you?' he demanded. But Harry could only whisper, 'I’m someone who already died.'

Inside, by firelight, Orion questioned him with calm precision. Every answer Harry gave felt dangerous—too much truth could alter everything. Then came the knock at the door: Ministry insignia on their robes. They were searching for an 'anomaly in the temporal wards.' Harry met Orion’s gaze. Run? Lie? Or surrender and risk exposure?