"REBECCA!" Harry screamed, agony filling his voice as his twin sister was hit with the killing curse her body slumping over Cedric's dead one. Voldemort's manic laughter filled the graveyard.

Harry quickly ran to his twin, grabbing hold of his twin's and Cedric's body's, tears streaming down his face.

"Accio trophy!" Harry exclaimed, the tri-wizard tournament trophy flying across the graveyard to him.

As soon as the trophy portkey came in contact with him Harry was transported from the graveyard of Lord Voldemort's resurrection. The last thing Harry saw before he was whisked away was blood red eyes.

Skips till Harry just killed Voldemort

Harry allowed the welcome numbness to spread through his body. So many lives lost to the war, so many friends dead. Harry wanted nothing more than to welcome death himself, he'd fought with everything he had and, in the process, lost everything. His twin was dead, as was Sirius, Remus, Fred, Snape, Tonks, and many others.

Harry's own mind was waging its own war half in agony and chaos, and half numbed of feeling. He felt like he was being ripped apart. He couldn't process what was going on around him, didn't see Hermione and Ron creeping up on him.

"Now's our chance Mione!" Ron whispers to his girlfriend.

"Its perfect! He'll be a casualty of war, even though I hate to give him a heroic death!" Hermione hisses back.

"Yeah, that totally sucks! But at least we'll get all his money, what with his marriage contract to Ginny." Ron snickers smugly.

"Ha-ha, I can't wait! God! Look at him how pathetic! This will be easy! He's so broken from the war he hasn't even noticed us." Hermione snorted, rolling her eyes, and pointing her wand at Harry.

"Make him suffer first! After all we deserve it after pretending to be his friend all these years!" Ron hissed, glee filling his voice at the thought of Harry being in pain.

Hermione quickly placed some wards around them so no one would notice or hear her finishing off the great boy-who-lived.

"Crucio! Crucio! Defodio!" Hermione exclaimed, using one of the unforgivable curses to cause Harry extreme pain, before casting the gouging curse to rip into him.

Hermione and Ron grinned as Harry's tortured screams filled the air, his body writhed on the floor in agony, his blood staining the floor.

"Avada Kedavra!" Hermione shouts as she finally kills Harry, his body going limp and his unseeing eyes staring at them.

In deaths office....

"Is Harry here yet?" Rebecca wined for the hundredth time, impatiently looking at death.

"Soon." Death sighs, rubbing his brow in frustration, not understanding why his master had to share his title with the tiresome girl.

Suddenly a loud pop filled the room and Harry suddenly appeared, stumbling slightly as he got his bearings. Death immediately straightened in his chair, his intense gaze drinking in the sight of his master, the one who collected all three of the deathly hollows.

"HarHar!" Rebecca squealed, using her childhood nickname for Harry.

Rebecca ran at her older twin brother and tackled him in a hug, nearly knocking him over. She buried herself into his chest her arms firmly wrapped around his waist.

"Your finally here! I've been waiting for you!" Rebecca squealed happily.

"R- re- Rebecca?" Harry stuttered. "Y-You're here? I'm here? Where is here exactly?"

"We are in the underworld. To be more precise at the moment we are in Death's office." Rebecca said.

The office of Death was quite beautiful, the main focus of the room was a large onyx marble desk stacked high with papers accompanied with a throne like chair with black cushioning. Behind the desk, the wall across from the bookcase and the wall next it on the right held rows of bookcases all along the walls, creating a u shape bookcase. These bookcases held ancient tombs and scrolls on magic, including death magic, necromancy, and the dark arts. The bookcases also stored priceless magical artifacts and peculiar trinkets. The wall that was bare of bookcases was full of clocks of different sizes and designs, all of them showing a different time.

"Death's office?" Harry asked, looking around curiously.

"Yup" Rebecca said before going over to where Death was sitting at his desk and gesturing dramatically at him with both arms. "And this is death, but I call him Mors."

Harry stood there for a moment gaping at the legendary figure in front of him. Death stood from his seat and walked around it until he was Infront of Harry.

"Greeting's master. It is an honour to finally meet you." Death said before bowing to Harry.

Harry's mouth dropped open.

"W-Wh-what? I'm not your master... am I?" Harry asked.

"Actually, dear brother, are his master!" Rebecca corrected, grinning.

"Yes, that is correct, since you two are magical twins, you share all of your titles, including the title of the Master of Death." Mor said frowning at the thought of two masters, he usually just had the one and was not comfortable with the change.

"So, what happens now? What does being your master mean for us?" Harry asked.

"It means we have some choices to make brother." Rebecca said with a cunning grin.

"What choices?" Harry queried, eyeing his sister's grin with suspicion.

"Well, the first choice is to stay here and help me with the masses of paperwork and overseeing the underworld. The second option is to be re-born as someone new, either in the past or in the time that you just left. Or the third option to be re-born as who you are now but with your current memories. That being said the second option would be tricky if you were to choose the past as you could affect the time-flow, and the current future is leading to the world's destruction, the first option might bury you in paperwork. I personally would go with the third option, at least that way you could save your world's future and get your revenge on those that have wronged you!" Death explained, his expression darkening at the thought of those that had betrayed us.

When Rebecca had first died her life flashed before her eyes only this time, she was able to see the traitorous acts of those around her, people who she trusted, bound her and Harry's magic, they drugged them with potions and used compulsions to control them. They were stolen from and forced to live with abusive relatives. Their life had been a living hell designed for them by those they trusted.

"I'm totally going for the third option and when I do, I am going to revive Voldemort, make him sane again, and then I am going to kick his ass for killing me!" Rebecca exclaimed angrily clenching her fist.

"You're going to do all that just to get back at the guy? Why go through the trouble of bringing back his sanity when all your going to do is make him mad by beating him up?" Harry asked.

"That's because when I beat him, I want him to be his best self not a deranged half-wit. I want to know I earned my victory fair and square." Rebecca said with a serious gleam in her eyes. "Besides he is wayyy cuter when he doesn't look like a snake man!"

Harry made a sputtering choking noise at that last comment.

"Rebecca! He's evil! How can you think that!" Harry exclaimed.

"He's not evil Harry. He just isn't sane! Dumblewhore manipulated him too!" Rebecca exclaimed. "And I'm not just going to kick his ass I intend to become his ally and help him win the war."

Harry gaped at his sister shocked at what she just said, but she did make a good point. If Tom was manipulated and used by Dumbledore like they were then Tom was just as much a victim as they were, it wouldn't surprise Harry if Tom's true goals for the war were twisted to be evil by Dumblewhore as well.

"I choose the third option as well!" Harry stated determinedly, he was going to fix their world and bring down Dumblewhore.

"Excellent. Now do you have any questions?" Mor asked.

"Yes, will we still be able to communicate with you in the living world? Do we stay as your master when we go back? or do we have to collect the deathly hollows?" Rebecca asked Mor.

"You will still be my masters, yes you will be able to communicate with me telepathically, and yes I suggest you collect the deathly hollows just so no one else does." Mor said.

"Ok. When we get reborn will that be as a baby? Or can we choose what age we are reborn as?" Harry asked curiously.

"You will be reborn as a baby as it is not possible to be reborn into an already born and growing person. You have to start from the very beginning, but you will have your previous life memories so that's a bonus." Mor explained.

"Can we have the blocks, potions, and compulsions on us removed now? Or would we have to have it done again when we are reborn?" Rebecca queried.

"You would have to get them re-removed when you are reborn so its best to wait and get them removed in your new timeline. Any more questions?" Mor asked in amusement.

"No." Harry and Rebecca chimed together.

"Alright then prepare to be re-born. Good luck in the future my masters! I look forward to the souls you will send me of your enemy's! Their eternity's will be filled with suffering!" Mor grinned maliciously.

Rebecca and Harry both grinned back at him, this was going to be fun....