He ran. Running was the only consistency these days. Running and the lack of friends.
Who needs friends?
Not harry. Not since after the war where all of his so called 'world' dropped him like he was a burning piece of dog crap. Even set a warrant out for his arrest. For the murders of everyone who died in the war, because apparently he was the one DIRECTLY responsible for everyone. Everything that went wrong. Did it matter that he didn't want to be involved in the war?
No apparently not.
A few months after the first attempted kidnapping he apperated over to the US of A. They hired a tracker. He hadn't been able to stay in the same state for more than 2 months at a time. He carried all of his important possessions on him at all time, including the elder wand, the invisibility cloak and the resurrection stone. That was life.
He shook his head as he went into the café across the road from where he was stood. God knows what state he was in now. All he knew was that he needed some pizza.
As harry walked in he saw lots of dead corpses covering the floor. Not unusual around harry these days, as seen by him ignoring them completely as he walked closer to the only two living left. He was being drawn to them but he didn't know why. And he intended to find out.
They both looked at harry before the old guy gasped and rose to his feet.
"master!" he gasped eyes wide in surprise before grinning at harry.
"Master? But you're death!" the young guy exclaimed.
"Hush dean, or you'll find yourself without the ring of death" death reprimanded him.
Master of death huh? Things may finally get interesting.
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Poppy