Disclaimer :This is a work of fanfiction. All recognisable characters in this work belongs to esteemed writer Johannes Katherine Rowling. I don't own Harry Potter.
This is Alternate Universe. Characters are slightly OOC. Dimensional travelling! Harry. Rune Master and Elemental! Harry. Powerful MOD! Harry. Alive! Parents. No decided pairings.
Request: English isn't my first language. So please bear with the horrible grammar and terrible storywriting skills. Need a beta. So if anyone's interested please PM me.
Year 2010, Grimmauld Place, Islington, London, England.
I calmly entered this property in search of the bastard who was supposed to be my master. A small deviation on the month of May fifteen years ago caused my work to be doubled and I have to work overtime these days. Thankfully receded two years ago but I foresaw something that would threaten my existence after few years. I here to nip it in bud so to say.
Ah, forgot to introduce myself. I am Death, one of the oldest and most powerful being in the entire universe. Came to existence when life was first created in this world. My job is to transfer the souls of dead to Limbo or after life. Tiring work but hey it's the only reason I exist.
War, a small word but has major effects. My most hated time during my job. Too much work and too much destruction. Never knew why the hell humans are hell bent on killing each other. They look for simple and silly reasons to fight and create new ways to increase my job. I hate warmongering imbeciles, manipulative bastards and manipulated fools above all (well I guess I hated all humans as they fall in one category or the other)
My likes are peaceful times, untouched natural places and cute girls (don't you dare call me a pervert). Don't have any hobbies as the work is highly stressful. Being around since the beginning with nothing but transporting souls I started observing the lives of interesting humans.
Two things concerning humans are always consistent about. First as I mentioned before their thirst for war and their coming up innovative way to kill each other. I loathe that kind. The second type are my favourite. Even in most desperate times and after loosing everything they manage to stagger even with tears streaming down their faces. I usually entertain myself watching their lives in my free time (something that I craved for but didn't have on my hands).
In this list I have many people but my personal favourite in this dimension is certainly my Master, Harry James Potter. The most resilient person I knew. Fellow endured a lot. Parents killed at age of few months by a manic obsessed with immortality. Delivered as nothing more than milk carton to his relatives who treated him worse than a slave. Manipulated and raised as a hog for slaughter by the person he trusted most. Watched a person close to father figure, his surrogate family, his best friends die at the hands of followers of his nemesis. Saw one of his friend join the other side out of humiliation and jealousy, killed his sister figure and his other best friend. No use thinking about the past because if he accepts my proposal, I have faith that if he will, the future I predicted will not see light. Hope he doesn't reject it, if he did I'll just have to be selfish.
Thinking along these lines I walked towards the person drinking fire whiskey oblivious to my entry inside this place. I took a good look at the man before me. A tall man with lean build, messy dark jet black hair with pale skin, visible skin scarred from many battles. He is currently wearing a dark ink green robe with wand in one hand(glass in another one), some knives hidden in his boots and a gun in his belt. Even his breathing is low and calculated, ready to fight at moment's notice. His war-hardened almond green eyes are staring forlornly into the fireplace.
After casting a spell on myself, not wanting to startle him too much, I cleared my throat to inform him of my presence. Startled, despite my best efforts, he quickly pointed his wand towards me. I rose my hands to convey that I meant him no harm.
"Who are you?" He questioned hesitantly taking in my appearance. "From whom did you learn the secret behind Fidelius Charm of this place. How the hell did you bypass the wards of this place? Raise your sleeves, hands where I can see them . I created a failsafe to destroy the magical capabilities of a person with an order so don't try anything funny." He barked out harshly. I felt strong probe into my mind. Brat must be trying to use Leglimacy on me. I know it's useless and judging by the scowl on his face I guess he too learned that fact. Not to aggravate him further I did as he requested and replied calmly
"Hello Master" I drawled out "I am known by many , Ereshkigal, Jeoseung Sacha, Hel, Thanatos etc to name a few." I paused and continued "But you can call me Death."
3rd Person POV Number Twelve Grimmauld Place (The Headquarters of the Order of Phoenix).
In his short albeit eventful life, Harry went through many strange situations courtesy of the manipulative old coot, bastard Dark Lord and his imbecilic followers. Heard and witnessed many irrational theories and eccentric personalities. At the Battle of Hogwarts, Harry witnessed death of one of his best friends Neville Longbottom at the hands of his Tri-wizard co-champion Cedric Diggory, preventing the death of Nagini, all of it went to hell from that point and Harry and his friends went hiding. The deaths of his friends spurred his rage and he began training under remaining members of the Order of the Phoenix learning everything he can get his hands on.
During years before the final confrontation with his prophesied nemesis, Harry learnt how to control the nature from Babylonian ancient texts. It was incomplete but even the basic principles were deadly in battle. Elemental transformation requires perfect control over both magic and mind and it is the pinnacle of wandless magic and it drastically improved his control of both his magic and Occlumency barriers. It paid off during final confrontation but Harry still lost his best friend Ronald Weasley to last living Death Eater, Rodolphous Lestrange.
The entire army of Lord Voldemort we gradually destroyed leaving him alone according to the reports. So Harry after conducting a perimeter check engaged the bastard and gave instructions to his friend who was under Disillusionment Charm to finish off the snake if he saw any opening. Using the Hawthorn wand with Unicorn hair he won from Draco during his imprisonment, he fought the Dark Lord and they were equally matched until the core of the wand burned out unable to bear the density of Harry's magic. The Dark Lord then gloated about his inevitable victory and set his pet loose on him. Harry immediately bound him with earth elemental transformation giving Ron a chance to cut off the head of the final Horcrux.
Ron then cast a Disarming charm on Voldemort but was hit by Killing Curse by Lestrange who must be dead according to the reports we received. This mistake proved fatal for his friend. Harry took the Elder Wand to kill both of them. The war is finally over.
Harry felt that after the Death of the Dark Lord he might have peaceful life. But two years after the Death of Dark Lord all of that went out of the f****ng window by the visit of the stranger. Even to this day Harry thinks the second chance given to him might be a dream.
It started out as a normal day. After going the Burrow for the weekly visit to remaining Weasleys through Floo. He then went to Millwall to meet Tonks' family. Andromeda will have his head if he didn't visit. Spotted by accident to one of the paparazzi and apparated before he got chance to shout out his name. Returned home and after reinforcing the wards, he took a bottle of Firewhisky and began reminiscing about lost friends while sipping the liquid in his hands when he heard someone behind him he immediately pointed his wand towards the intruder.
Harry's first impression of the man is that he is freakishly tall even taller than Hagrid, so half-giant probably. He wore a dark black three piece suit with grey shirt and charcoal black dress pants. Harry felt fear but didn't let it show on his face. Only the remaining members of The Order of Phoenix knew the secret behind Fidelius Charm. No dark wizard can attempt to coerce the disclosure by means of Veritaserum, Legilimency, the Cruciatus Curse or the Imperius Curse. But same cannot be said in case of blackmail. Harry knew no member in The Order of the Phoenix would disclose the secret to a stranger without informing him beforehand.
Harry may be powerful but he isn't a fool. This stranger is skilled in wards and Harry knew if he chose the intruder would have killed him before he could even have reacted. He is able to dismantle the wards guarding this place without alerting him and Harry sincerely hoped that he is not that skilled in combat and Occlumency or he might not be enemy (no Dark Mark is present on his exposed hand) and hoped that fail-safes are not destroyed.
'He could be son of a giant who sided with Lord Voldemort seeking revenge for death of his parent. Or some fan-boy whom we rescued from bigoted part-human hating pure blood. Assassination attempts are neither new for me nor fans who have no value for personal space. Either way he is exceptionally talented to get a drop on me even when I had alcohol running in my system. Not to mention that he bypassed the wards without alerting him. I knew that he didn't meant me any harm as he could have easily killed me as I was unaware, but years of paranoia can't be suppressed easily. (Or he might be like an idiotic Death Eater who wanted to gloat and defeat me and kill me who knows).' Harry thought wistfully.
But the answer he received threw everything out of the window. The intruder claimed to be Death. Harry wondered if he missed any joke in that statement and his present companion called him Master on top of it. Harry carefully checked for any hallucinogens in the bottle (Blacks are known for their twisted sense of humour.) And Harry has good alcohol tolerance. So he thought the intruder might be an illusion or a playing a practical joke..
Or he might be after the gifts created by Death himself. The Deathly Hallows, the gifts from death is one of the oldest tales of the wizarding world, an open invitation for humans to become Master of one of the strongest entities in the universe. To this day Harry remembered that story.
Three brothers, travelling along a lonely, winding road at twilight reached a deep treacherous river where anyone who attempted to swim or wade would drown. Learned in the magical arts, the brothers conjured a bridge with their wands and proceed to cross.
Halfway though the bridge, a hooded figure stood before them. The figure was the enraged spirit of Death, cheated of his due. Death cunningly pretended to congratulate them and proceeds to award them with gifts of their own choosing.
The eldest brother, a combative man, asked for a wand more powerful than any in existence. Death granted his wish by fashioning the Elder Wand from a branch of a nearby elder tree standing on the banks of the river. The second brother, an arrogant man, chose to further humiliate death, and asked for the power to recall the deceased from the grave. Death granted his wish by crafting the Resurrection Stone from a stone picked from the riverbank. The third and youngest brother, who was the most humble and wise, did not trust Death and asked for something to enable him to go forth without Death being able to follow. A reluctant Death, most unwillingly, handed over his own Invisibility Cloak.
The three brothers took their prizes and soon went on their separate ways.
The eldest brother travelled to a village where a wizard whom he had quarrelled lived. He sought out a duel and fought the wizard using the wand, instantly killing the latter.
Leaving his enemy dead upon the floor, the eldest brother walked to an inn not far from the duelling site and spent the night there. Taken by his conscience and lust of the Elder Wand's power, the eldest brother boasted of this wand gifted by Death and his own invincibility.
That very night, Death came in form of a murderous wizard. The unknown murderous wizard crept to the inn as the eldest brother slept, drunk from wine. The wizard slit the oldest brother's throat for good measure and stole the wand. That was when Death took the first brother.
The second brother returned to his home where he lived alone. Turning the stone thrice in his hand the figure of the girl he had once hoped to marry, before her untimely death, appeared at once before him, much to his delight. Yet she was sad and cold, separated from him as by a veil. Though she had returned to the mortal world, she did not truly belong there and suffered. Finally the second brother, driven mad with hopeless longing, committed suicide by hanging from his house' balcony so as truly to join her. That was when Death took the second brother for his own.
Death searched for the youngest brother as years passed but never succeeded. It was only when the third brother reached a great age, he took off the Cloak of Invisibility and gave it to his son. Greeting Death as an old friend, they departed this life as equals.
The person who gained and combined all three Hallows The Elder Wand, The Resurrection Stone and The Invisibility Cloak will have power over Death itself.
After the final battle, Harry repaired good Holly and Phoenix feather wand with the Elder Wand and searched all across the world for desolate, inaccessible place. He then hid the Elder Wand and Resurrection Stone under Fidelius Charm with him being the Secret Keeper. He then proceed to cast very strong notice-me-not charms with strong wards, Muggle-repelling charms around the place. After returning to Grimmauld Place he obliviated himself.
An amused chuckle bought him out of his thoughts. Death who now conjured a sofa to sit on the other side of the fireplace is laughing at him.
" Out of paranoia, humans create many funny scenarios. This is no practical joke, illusion created by your mind, alcohol or hallucinogens. I really am Death, Mr Potter. And you hid the Elder Wand and Resurrection Stone in a statue in the temple located in the ruins of ancient Aztec civilisation. The temple is located in the middle of the village and the secret to find the statue holding the two Deathly Hallows is ' The Statue of Pagan God lies behind the Sundial which is the fourth pillar of temple'. The Elder Wand is located in the hands of the statue of the Pagan God and The Resurrection Stone is embedded in it's crown. I have no interest in them. And your time was not over and your body could still hold your spirit. I never take soul from body unless one of the above were fulfilled." He spoke dryly.
Harry is now stunned as the obliviated memories came back to him. They might be a chance that the person standing before him it's a real deal. No person even with highest mastery of Leglimacy can tell about the secret behind the Fidelius Charm. It is an immensely complex spell involving the magical concealment of a secret inside a single, living soul. The information is hidden inside the chosen person, or Secret-Keeper, and is henceforth impossible to find, unless, of course, the Secret-Keeper chooses to divulge it. The disclosure must be voluntary as evidenced by the fact that no dark wizard is ever seen attempting to coerce the disclosure by means of Veritaserum, Legilimency, the Cruciatus Curse or the Imperius Curse. Knowing his luck Harry thought it might be entirely possible. Harry still thought he might've been an illusion.
"Sorry for this." Death said pressing his fingers on his head before could register his words, causing the haze over his mind disappear. "I'm here to discuss a proposal and I rather not deal with you when you're drunk. Lister carefully and accept our reject it immediately. Have to prepare contingency plans for anything and everything." He ordered.
"So this is not an illusion. But can you prove that you're who you claim to be?" Harry asked calmly " What if you're trying to trick me into false illusion of safety. Prove to me who you are."
"Ask anything that comes to your mind." He asked amused at demands.
Harry's mind stopped for a moment. What proof can he ask the Death himself to prove his identity? The fellow before him is a deadly Leglimens and can easily pick out his thoughts. He didn't know why but his proverbial brain to mouth file disappeared asking his current worst fear.
"What happened to my family after they died, Mr Death? If you really are who you're, tell me how did you take the lives of my friends and family?" He begged his companion.
He always felt that failed the trust of his friends by being unable to save the lives of his friends and their families. He spent sleepless fearing the nightmares of their hated directed toward him. Only fear he never faced head on because even though he could summon their souls using the Resurrection Stone, he never had courage enough to do so.
Death sat quietly pondering about the request and finally spoke up "I cannot tell you Master." Well there's the proof that he was not whom he claimed to be "But I'll show you."He crossed the distance between them in a second and gripped my hand. A moment's later Harry felt tug on his navel and he was suddenly falling towards the ground. Moment before he touched the ground he stopped free falling and recognised the memory where he landed in.
It's at the Battle of Hogwarts when Sirius sacrificed his life to save Tonks' life before she's got by Killing Curse from her deranged aunt. I saw Death appear moment before Sirius died. As he took a hit Harry saw Death covering what seemed to be the soul of my Godfather into a bundle and delicately carried him away and returned few seconds later to collect Bellatrix Lestrange's soul after when she's killed by enraged Remus Lupin and Nymphadora Tonks.
The way Death held the soul of my Godfather reminded me of how Fleur held her just born daughter Victoire Weasley. The scenes changed to show many deaths I failed to prevent. Hermione, Bill, Ron, Professor Lupin, Professor Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape, Professor Flitwick, Dean, Seamus, Creevey Brothers, Mr and Mrs Weasley, Fred, Sirius, Professor Moody, Madame Pompfrey, Gabrielle, my parents and many people who died fighting that monster Harry saw and relived their deaths. The scene was shifted to a place where all his friends are peacefully seated. All of them are smiling at Harry with pride in their eyes (except for Professor Snape who is looking at him with grudging respect in his eyes).
Tears began to fall as Harry for first time felt relieved after many years. None of his friends hated him and every one of his friends are proud of him. He felt content knowing that.
After calming down Harry thought that Death was here for his soul but may need his permission as he is the Master of Death. He got rid of those thoughts. Death mentioned that his time was not over and he is healthy so, Death cannot take his life. And didn't he mentioned that he wanted to make a deal with him? So what might it be he wondered.
"Yes Master, your time to die had not yet arrived. I had a proposal to make. But anyway why do you think I require your permission to take your life when your time arrived, I really never knew." Death said with amused twinkle in his eyes. It reminded Harry of Albus Dumbledore.
'Well I'm Master of Death as I have unified the Deathly Hallows. So doesn't it mean that I have control over death. Anyway I have always accepted my death so it would have been foolish question to ask. But if not, why create the Hallows.' Harry thought.
Death grinned mischievously at his thoughts. "Actually the Master of Death is a person who can take life of any living person upto a certain limit. He has complete control over Death. Also remember no person escapes from my grasp. It even applies to Master of Death. But also it is my respite from work." He informed grinning impishly reminding Harry of certain redheaded twins and it alarmed Harry slightly.
He didn't understand the words of Death. He says that the master could have complete control over Death but said that it was a respite from his work. He tried to figure out what he is missing in that statement. As if reading Harry's mind (obviously he is) Death replied
"I said that the person could have complete control over death but I never said anything about having control over me Harry. It means he just temporarily takes my job in a way what you mortals call it, uh, ha part-time job. And after your time is completed you would be my equal for stipulated amount of time and I could relax and enjoy few pleasures and may be laugh at you for trying to perform all my duties. Trust me, it is a gruelling tiresome job. And time flows slowly. Fifteen days in my time is equal to one hour in human world."
At those words Harry felt sick. Did he forcibly took away the lives of person from their loved ones. He never remembered anything of that sort. Surely Death must be joking. Thinking along those lines, Harry tried to calm down his ferociously beating heart and would have been successful in his attempt if his companion didn't open his mouth.
"I'm not jesting or playing practical joke on you Master. Usually whenever you are sleeping you unconsciously perform those duties. In last two years as there is no war, famines and plague broke out and human population being so less, there isn't much work to do. So I let you scot free. So you didn't take any souls." Death answered calmly.
After the war Harry to take his mind off his dead friends, started researching about everything about the wizarding world. He learnt about the reason being the creation of Sorting Hat, The Chamber of Secrets and many other things. But from his family archives he discovered the bloody history of the Deathly Hallows. The Potter's family vault along with Black's family archives is treasure trove for any historians with many ancient journals written by his ancestors. He managed to track down the entre history of Elder Wand except for the killer of Antioch Peverell. And how Beedle the Bard gained the knowledge of the Tale of Three Brothers.
So many deaths, so many betrayals just because the bastard felt lazy. Trying to rein in his temper Harry asked "So how many years The Master of Death" he spat out that title as if it was the most vilest thing in this world "have to perform your duties?"
"Lemme see, Ah for you about one month." Death replied nonchalantly
Harry never thought that he can hate any person to this extent. One month, just for fucking one month of slacking off his duty, the fucker created one of the bloodiest object in entire history. All for some false hope of gaining power over Death. And to be cheated to work as a slave under him. He lost his final dregs of temper and exploded
"You Goddamned unfair son of bitch. How many lives, just how many lives have you consumed just for small time of respite." He shouted not noticing the aura around his companions "You were the reason for deaths of many persons and I hoped you..." He trailed off when Death raised up suddenly and lifted me him by his neck.
Dark miasma surrounded him ominously. The coat he is wearing is now replaced by black dark-liquid shimmering robe which covered him from top to bottom and a hood covered his face. His skin melted off showing a skeletal face and bottom less hollow holes replaced his previous grey eyes. A dark red blood coloured scythe appeared pressing Harry's neck drawing blood.
"Listen here mortal. You may be my Master but remember whom you are talking with. I may be many things but unfair isn't one of them. I carry my duty to every human irrespective of colour, creed, blood, good, evil without any prejudice.I offer them respite from all horrors of life. I even send back spirits of the unwilling spirits who fear me back. I never forcibly took a life until the person time arrives or when the vessel cannot hold it"He spoke in hollow voice. For first time in my life I truly felt fear. After few moments he regained his normal appearance and sat cross legged on the couch. "Let me paint you a picture. I am forced to witness suffering of people. I experienced people begging for their death to escape this world. Saw the abyss of human nature . I clearly remember each and every one of the dead. I am haunted by humans. I remember their wails, I see their suffering every time I close my eyes. I take them away from their burdens, their responsibilities and give them peace. I never enjoyed talking life but has to do this job. So don't you dare accuse and insult me about what you don't know and can never hope to understand." He hissed out darkly.
Harry was rendered speechless for many moments. Death has a heart who knew. It is terrifying to imagine the experience he described, and couldn't blame him for trying to escape even for a small amount of time.
"If you are so fair as you said, why trick the three brothers by giving them wishes." He asked carefully not wishing to irk the entity anymore.
He laughed with more malice than humour in his voice. Leaning back on the sofa with a faraway look on his eyes and as if reminiscing an old memory. "Many facts are butchered Master on the day I gifted the Deathly Hallows to those three brothers. Do you want to learn the truth behind the fairy tale told to lull children to sleep.
Three brothers are fighting against a squadron of soldiers. The frequency of the witch hunts are alarmingly increasing. Many innocent children and women are burned to death. They are fighting so that their children may have better chances of running without getting caught by the bastards. Fully prepared for their fate, they accepted death after the grievous wounds afflicted by His Majesty's royal army.
Death stood impressed at their tenacity. Even when their body is suffering, all that mattered to them is life of others. So he appeared before the brothers and granted each of them a boon ask their heart's desire.
The First brother, Antioch Peverell, a man who was feared for his duelling prowess wished for a wand after his own heart and powerful one, so that he could protect his family. Death took a branch from Elder Tree, the wood known to be the rarest, powerful wood that only seeks a remarkable wizard and never stays with any one less than most powerful. He then took the tail feather of Thestral, the core that person who is both selfless and who are capable of accepting and not afraid of Death can handle.
The Second brother, Cadmus Peverell, lost his entire family save for his son wished to reconcile with his dead family. So he asked for an object that could bring back the spirits of the dead. Death took a stone from a river, shaped it and gave it to the second brother. He used it to call the spirits of his family and drew comfort from the dead.
The Third brother, Ignotus Peverell is a person who preferred joyful and adventurous life. Due to the infamous witch hunts, it's difficult to travel all across the world. So he asked for a cloak which could hide him from Death itself.
All the three brothers went different ways. The first brother joined a war where he became fast friends with one of the soldiers fighting alongside him. He trusted him enough to tell the story. But the person in question is a traitor and spy among the ranks. He killed him and ran off with the Elder Wand. The killer is now commonly known as Beedle the Bard.
The second brother Cadmus Peverell recalled spirits of his family and gained comfort from them. He placed the stone in the ring which is usually worn by the Head of the House. He died passing the ring to his son. His son isn't noble and selfless as his father and used the ring to call the spirits and used them for his own gain.
Death lost his temper seeing the gifts created by him for his friends being used that way. So he placed a compulsion charm that made them perform his tasks to teach them a lesson.
The third brother Ignotus Peverell travelled all around the world and returned to hear the passing of his second brother and murder of his first brother. So he tried to track the killer with no clue who the killer is. Nearly giving up his pursuit the clue came out the form of a children's story book. Even though he wanted to restore honour of his brothers, he knew that it would paint target on his family. So he requested his second brother's children to change their family name, passed the cloak to his son who didn't have a heir, he went to Beedle's house to retrieve the Elder Wand. But in exchange for his life Beedle traded the wand to Emeric the Evil. Ignotus killed him. He knew he is past his prime and not wanting to pick a fight endangering his family, he trained Egbert the Egregious to kill Emeric. After he's killed, he called Death to take his soul and finally rested in peace.
"And this my dear Master is the real story of Deathly Hallows." Death replied calmly.
"So you're not being a vengeful spirit and created them because you're cheated of your due." Harry asked him breathlessly, his mind reeling from the information he received
"What due am I cheated of? Do I seem like a loan shark who treats life as some sort of money? Every person dies sometime or the other. I am final destination for any person. That imbecile stated that I am pissed at the Three Brothers because they ruined my chances of gaining more souls. Human life is fragile. If not by drowning in that river they can be killed in many ways. Old age, accidents, murder, disease and my least favourite war to quote some means of dying. Do you know how many ghosts 👻 return back to this world? In Hogwarts itself you saw hundreds of ghosts. You don't see me holding grudge against them. Need anymore proof then that?"
"I met Professor Dumbledore in Limbo twelve years ago. Is it a dream or did you impersonate him?" Harry asked.
"It's that old coot actually. I sentenced him one year six month of servitude. That's actually his last day of his work under me. He asked me to speak with you just for once and I granted him that. I trapped the soul of Tom Marvolo Riddle too. You must have seen it. Horrifying days those are. Even with eight members the work load is too high." He replied. Harry felt its ironical that oldest being in the universe called Professor Dumbledore an old coot.
"Eight members?" Harry asked arching an eyebrow.
" I sentenced the bits of soul of your nemesis fifteen years (they cursed the living ones repeatedly), Gregorovitch Mykew seven years, Gellert Grindelwald ten years. The time of the old coot is up before the war broke out." Death pouted and Harry tried to shake off the image.
"A final question. Why did Beedle describe Ignotus as wise and humble person in the story. I knew better than anyone that history is written by victors. So why didn't he tarnish reputation of Ignotus Peverell?" Harry asked puzzled.
"Beedle is a vain, arrogant and power hungry miser. He wrote the book to gain fame and fortune. He confirmed the deaths of first two brothers, but not the third brother. So he painted Ignotus as wise, intelligent, humble and selfless person. He wrote the book hoping that he might gain atleast one of the three hallows by spouting a cock-and-bull story and con the Invisibility Cloak. And using it he may steal it back from Emeric. Leglimacy and Occlumency are practiced less during that period and to Beedle's misfortune Ignotus Peverell is master of both of them. He picked out the thoughts and killed him brutally." Death informed.
"So you're here to show me the ropes and hand over the reins." Harry asked hesitantly.
"Not really even though I'd love to do that. Matter of fact I'm here to cancel the compulsion on you for a price. Need a favour from you Harry. It's a heavy burden but please listen to the entire proposal and then accept or reject it." Death pleaded.
"Why does Death himself, the most powerful being in the entire universe, need my help?" Harry mused. He doesn't mind loosing thirty years of servitude (one month in human world) but he knew that nothing comes without a price.
"Because if my calculations are correct, I will cease to exist after fifty years." He trailed off ominously after being silent for few moments.
"WHAT THE HELL" Harry shouted shocked.
And that's a wrap. This is rewrite of my fanfiction Second Wind. English isn't my first language. I tried my best to prevent grammatical errors but some might have seeped in. So if there's a person out there who enjoyed this fanfiction and wanted to be my beta reader please PM me.
Yours Sincerely,
~SalamanderNatsu.
