Harry groaned out tiredly as he opened his eyes, he was bombarded with so much white that he briefly thought that he had landed in a land made of snow, but that possibility was quickly crossed off when he realised that he wasn't actually that cold. He slowly sat up and looked around, once again he noticed that everything was white. Everything from the sky to the flat ground that he was sitting on, the only thing with any level of colour in this place was him.
"Hello?" Harry called as he stood up. "Is there anybody here?" He looked around, he couldn't see anyone. "What the hell is this place?" He wondered. "Am I in heaven?" Harry's guessing was interrupted when he suddenly heard the sound of footsteps, he quickly turned around and spotted a lone figure walking up to him. This figure, taller than Dumbledore, was dressed in a black hooded cloak that covered him from head to toe, much like a dementor. Harry also couldn't help but notice the massive scythe in the figure's right hand. It didn't take Harry long to put two and two together, between the white environment and darker than night figure, he had a fairly good idea what was happening. "A...are you death?" Harry asked hesitantly.
"I am," The figure nodded, his voice deep and boomed in Harry's ears. "come with me, Potter." Death turned and began walking away without waiting for a response.
"I'm dead then," Harry said with a humourless chuckle, not entirely surprised. Honestly, given the fact that he nearly died every year and had the most dangerous wizard of all time chasing after him, he wasn't too surprised that he had died. "well...I supposed it had to happen eventually. Am...am I going to go see my mum and dad?" Harry asked hopefully as he began rushing after death.
"You can't see them, they're dead," Death said in a bored drawl.
"But...I am pretty sure that I'm dead as well?" Harry frowned.
"Who told you that?"
"Um...the fact that I'm talking to you, Death," Harry said in a confused voice.
"That remains to be seen," Death replied. "you see, I have an offer for you, Mr Potter."
"An offer?" Harry asked, Death stopped and stared at him. Harry couldn't really be sure, given that Death's face was covered, but a part of him was positive that the being was grinning at him.
...
Once again, Harry opened his eyes, he quickly closed them and squinted when he felt himself get bombarded with bright lights. He was cold, he could feel something wrapped around his body that was warming him up. He tried to move his arms and legs but felt like he could barely lift them. After a couple of minutes, he was eventually able to get his eyes to open a bit wider just in time to feel something move him. Harry was unsure about if he was hallucinating or if he was really being moved around by what felt like massive hands.
'Have I been kidnapped by giants?' He mentally wondered.
Harry opened his mouth and tried to protest his treatment, but the noise that came out was not any noise that Harry could ever recall making, though it did sound somewhat familiar. Harry finally managed to open his eyes open enough to see but that didn't help much when pretty much everything was blurry. At least, it was until he suddenly found himself face to face with a massive face that looked like it was twice the size of his own.
"Hello," The face smiled at him, the owner of this face might have been pretty if she hadn't been covered in sweat and massive. Her face was pink, sweaty, on the top of her head she had blonde hair that was done up in a bun with a few strands falling down to frame her face. "my beautiful boy." She cooed, rubbing her nose against Harry's. "Oh Norman, he's perfect."
"He is," A voice agreed, a male one, the owner of the voice was standing outside of visibility for Harry and just looked like a massive blurry blob as far as Harry was concerned. "he's very good looking, must take after you." The man joked, earning a chuckle from the woman.
"My handsome baby boy." She smiled brightly.
'Baby?!' Harry was pretty sure if minds could explode then his would have.
...
'Okay, Potter, don't panic.' Harry mentally told himself as he rested in a crib inside of a particularly big room that was painted baby blue for him. He was surrounded by a bunch of soft and cuddly toys of various sizes and he had just spent the last half an hour having the woman and man from before making baby faces and noises at him.
Harry had learnt, to his horror, that he was actually in a baby's body. It was definitely a baby's body, he was sure of that. He was sure because he was small, he could barely move, and he had already crapped himself more times than he would like. The two people that called themselves his parents, were most definitely not James and Lily Potter. The man was apparently called Norman Osborn, while his wife was called Emily Osborn. Harry didn't know too much about them, other than the fact that they were both really, really rich and the fact that he had recently popped out of one of them. He wasn't sure how rich they were but based on the small amount of time he had spent with them, they were definitely not the sort of people who needed to worry about money. But more importantly, they seemed to be decent enough people, at least they were based on the way that they were treating him.
Harry still found it all very hard to believe, one moment he was fighting for his life in the ministry of magic, the next he was meeting with Death of all people before he found himself reborn in another world with new parents. On the one hand, it was horrible, knowing that he was leaving behind Sirius, Hermione, Ron and all the others. Sure, he knew he couldn't really do much about it, it's not like he could just get up and go find another way back to his world straight away, but still, it felt horrible. But on the other hand, a part of him that he wasn't entirely happy with, couldn't help but think about how this could be a chance for a new life. A life without bullying relatives, a life without near-death experiences, death eaters and Voldemort. Though, he wasn't entirely sure they weren't in this world as well, still...he could hope.
'What are the chances of me having a peaceful life?' Harry wondered.