Avarice

At the age of 130, Harry Potter dies long after his friends and family have. After the war, he deams his life meaningless yet lives on to satisfy the expectations of others. Upon his death, the entity of death itself offers their master a choice of whether to live or not. Harry Potter reincarnates several times to feed his greed that was squashed and thrown away by the manipulations of Dumbledore. As Fate's favorite and Death's master, Harry unknowingly fixes different versions of the wizarding world in every kind of way. In his thirteenth life, he is Harry Potter once again and the wizarding world changes from the awakening of a reincarnated master of death. Unfortunately, said master of death has grown to be a sociopath that is hellbent on making Dumbledore suffer... And maybe forgot about the dark lord who takes offense to this. The entire world must brace itself. "Would I get to live for myself? Will I be able to be who I am?" Harry asked. Death simply chuckled, guiding Harry towards the train. The experience was similar to when Harry had first entered Kings Cross in his first year. "That is ultimately up to you, young master."

Avarice

At the age of 130, Harry Potter dies long after his friends and family have. After the war, he deams his life meaningless yet lives on to satisfy the expectations of others. Upon his death, the entity of death itself offers their master a choice of whether to live or not. Harry Potter reincarnates several times to feed his greed that was squashed and thrown away by the manipulations of Dumbledore. As Fate's favorite and Death's master, Harry unknowingly fixes different versions of the wizarding world in every kind of way. In his thirteenth life, he is Harry Potter once again and the wizarding world changes from the awakening of a reincarnated master of death. Unfortunately, said master of death has grown to be a sociopath that is hellbent on making Dumbledore suffer... And maybe forgot about the dark lord who takes offense to this. The entire world must brace itself. "Would I get to live for myself? Will I be able to be who I am?" Harry asked. Death simply chuckled, guiding Harry towards the train. The experience was similar to when Harry had first entered Kings Cross in his first year. "That is ultimately up to you, young master."

The train station was silent, yet humming with unseen energy. Harry stood before the obsidian locomotive, its windows flickering with ghostly faces—his past selves. Death leaned against the carriage, smiling faintly. "Thirteen times you’ve lived. Thirteen worlds you’ve bent. And now, you return… to begin again."\n\nHarry stepped forward, his fingers brushing the cold metal. Memories surged: Dumbledore’s twinkling eyes, the weight of prophecy, the loneliness of outliving everyone he loved. "Would I get to live for myself? Will I be able to be who I am?"\n\nDeath chuckled. "That is ultimately up to you, young master."\n\nThe doors hissed open, revealing not Platform Nine and Three-Quarters—but a swirling vortex of stars and screaming spells. Inside, a younger version of himself sat alone, waiting. The choice loomed: step onto the train and reclaim his life as Harry Potter, or vanish into oblivion.