Part 1

Harry was floating around in what seemed to be a dark nothingness. He had assumed he would have joined his family in the afterlife, which he had hoped, but he didn't honestly care about what happened next. It's not like he truly knew his parents, it didn't matter, and he didn't get to know his godfather Sirius which he was sad about.

"Master," whispered a voice.

"Who is there?" asked Harry.

A figure came into Harry's vision. It looked like a dementor but black and not green and a skeleton mask and thin long, painful fingers.

"Master, I am Death, and you have become my Master; it is an honour to meet you," said the figure.

"So the legend was true?" questioned Harry.

"Yes, but only those who truly accept death can become my master, and you are the first," answered Death.

"Then would that mean I would be your only master," asked Harry.

"Yes, that is correct, Master," replied Death.

"Well then, what next," said Harry,

"I will send you to a parallel universe and back in time 400 years to 1591 to become a shinigami in the organization I started around that time," exclaimed Death.

" So I have to make sure not to screw up the timeline until the day I die and fight well for the future me?" asked Harry.

"Yes, that is correct," said Death.

"That makes sense, but what about my body?" asked Harry.

"Of course, you will be given a different body to the one you now have no scars," said Death.

"Can you make the hair red and glasses mandatory for all shinigami," asked Harry.

"Yes, I can do that," replied Death.

"Well, let's do this," said Harry.