The gates at Peverell Castle, anyone would have shivered at the sight. No longer was it the grand castle once was, seeing as the castle and grounds looked withered and derelict. The gates creaked open slowly as if they were trying to give off an ominous warning. to those who dear enter.
Walking down the path, but then Death slowed for a moment as his eyes caught sight of a few dead and rotting carcasses. Of those who once dear to deny and to oppose his Master now lay dead on the castle grounds. If the outside of the castle had been dreary, it was nothing compared to the inside.
Dimly lit by torches in rusty brackets, a human could hardly even see anything in the castle, except for the long, scarlet carpet leading up a set of stairs. The entrance hall was shrouded in darkness, The once grand statues that stood proudly had been blasted to bits, and their pieces were scattered across the floor. The same had been done for some of the rare and expensive vases, and their dead flowers and leaves lay decaying where they had fallen. But Death didn't care as he walked up the stairs, maneuvered with an ease if it was someone else they would, tripping over a step here and there.
Up, up, up they went, up staircase after staircase, until finally, Death reached a room that looked very much like a cathedral. It was long, the ceiling was so high that you couldn't see it in the dim lights coming from the torches on the walls, along with three chandeliers that were hanging from the dark ceiling by thick chains. At the end of the hall stood an ominous throne that was made of black marble that was very cushioned. Either side of the throne were two statues of a basilisk in a coil position ready to strike. Sitting on this Throne was a man who seem to be staring into space. An impeccable beauty, the man with lustrous jet-black hair and the face of a god. He has Emerald green irises and vertically split pupils the man was tall a 210 centimeters tall (about 6 feet 10 inches). Large and round glasses, and a handsome face. The man most notable trait is likely the large scar running across his face
Another notable detail about was the man's body, covered in zig-zag stitches. He has sewn stitches all over his body; with a notable piece of clothing is his doctor's lab coat. He is also surprisingly well built for a man his age, due to a large portion of his time being devoted to combat training. He has a turtleneck shirt underneath his coat. It is 2 different gray shade pattern.
Too A stranger that has never laid eyes upon him would even mistake him for a doll if his chest were not moving that is. This man's name is Harry James Potter the boy who lived.
when a hooded figure was formed, its cloak billowing eerily and its hood shading its features. The cloaked figure was tall; around six three, and thin. As his present seems to snap Harry out of his wondering.
Harry and the cloaked figure both stared at one another with Harry's piercing Emerald green spoke up.
"State your name and purpose of your visit." His voice was still lovely the sound of an angel, but it still came out strong and demanding. Harry's accent was unusual if one were to not know he had talked in the tongue of serpents for decades.
"I am Death." The cloaked being introduced itself with a somewhat airy and carefree tone.
"You are neither dreaming nor hallucinating." Death replied as he looked at his Master
"Why have you come? Are you here to take me away?" Harry questioned once more as his blazing Emerald eyes narrowed in suspicion, yet there was hope as well. Hope that this being would take away all his suffering and let him rest.
"Take you away? In a way." The being answered slowly.
The only indication that Harry was listening was the subtle twitch of his crossed ankles. Death glided towards his Master and stopped at an arm's length.
This made Harry stiffen, but he refused to move away or show any signs of weakness.
"You should have noticed by now, that you do not age like normal humans, both Muggle –or Parasites by your dictionary– and Wizard alike." Harry hummed his agreement but remained silent. "Death is eternal, and so is its Master or its Mistress. As I exist forever, so do you, Master of Death."
"…Master of Death?"
Then it clicked.
"The Hallows…"
"Correct. Just like wands, the Hallows choose their rightful master; you were and are the only one worthy enough to hold all three."
Harry looked at death and asked, "you said you can take me away, how?" Death chuckled and said, "Let me explain my Master it called reincarnation or an undisclosed blood adoption."
Harry waited for Death to continue explanation that would probably not happen if he were to not ask.
"…Would it kill you to elaborate without my asking?" he questioned
"Perhaps it would." Death answered while looking at his master.
Harry crossed his arms over his chest in a sulky way that made his servant chuckle in mirth.
"Forgive me, my Master, if you were as old as I am, you would find entertainment in leaving out …details." Harry pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation. "But as I am… fond of you, I will keep this habit to a minimum."
"That would be much appreciated." Harry sighed. As he looked at death as the meeting with master and servant continue in discussing the finer details about The Reincarnation in great detail. Finally coming into a decision Harry agreed for The Reincarnation. But he wasn't going to leave all his Earthly possessions. Where the greedy hands in the ministry and his so-called friends could get their hands on it. So Harry asked his Servant is there a way to take his Earthly possessions even the castle and the manners around the world.
Death just chuckled and snapped his fingers as all of Harry's possessions had been packed everything. Yes, Trunks, with an 's'. his fortune was so much that not even seven shrunken magically-enlarged-compartments trunks were enough to contain everything into one big not-shrunken Trunk. There were three Gold Trunks, containing jewels, jewelry, gold, and mithril, and he had quite a lot of this.
After this came his favorites, the Book Trunks. Four trunks, filled to the brim with shrunken trunks, filled to the brim with shrunken books. he was taking every single book that was his, and that was quite a lot. he had even gone to Hogwarts' Come-and-Go room and asked for the books it possessed. he refused to let forgotten knowledge disappear, and since he wouldn't ever come back.
Then there was the Clothes Trunk. A trunk that contained every type of clothes – magical ones, since their enchantments were ever-so-helpful, muggle clothes (one couldn't deny the majority of them were quite practical, or beautiful – muggles knew their fashion), and all style of clothes, since. In this trunk were also tucked his trusty Basilisk-hide clothes.
The Fabric Trunk contained a bit of every fabric of this world, but mainly the magical ones (the ones he was sure he wouldn't be able to find out of the magical world). It meant what was left of the Basilisk Hide, Dragon Hide from multiple races (since each had their own proprieties), Acromentula silk, Unicorn skin (only when the Unicorn died by natural means, and it could only be worn by a virgin, though it was beautiful. It was traditionally used for wedding dresses, but not that much nowadays since different times meant different customs, and virginity before marriage was now more an ideal than a fact. he doubted he would ever use one – he was quite the pessimist about finding love – but it was also used for newborns, to symbolize their purity and a whole lot of other materials.
And there is his Animal Trunk. Shrunken animals, as well as eggs, put into stasis, were waiting for when Harry was ready to place them into a protected place his zoo that hidden from the world. So mostly Harry manage to get his hands on all the magical animals and he means all Harry even mage to get his hand on a Nundu and few Basilisks and dragons too.
The other purpose of this trunk was a supply of Potion ingredients since some – most, really – of the ingredients needed for potions didn't exist outside of the magical world – which explained the Vegetable Trunk as well. It contained plants and pots, as well as seeds of every magical and non-magical plant, with some books on how to treat them. he would need a very big greenhouse, several even, but he was determined to have them installed as soon as possible. he didn't really like Herbology, but he knew he would need to update his skills and knowledge in the growing of plants, even with the generous supply of matured plants he already had.
There was the Potion Trunk, containing an unimaginable amount of Potions (the useful ones, though, such as Veritaserum, Skelegrow, Polynectar – he somehow doubted they would ever need a Color-changing potion, or one giving flatulence to the drinker – though you never know). One of the shrunken trunks contained his own, private laboratory.
Then there was probably the most varied trunks so far, the Tool Trunks. It contained everything that could be useful, from Binoculars to Pensieves (to show them what he had seen in someone's head by using Legilimency, for example), or the ever-so-useful magical tents (the ones that make you wonder why, exactly, you have a house). It also contained cauldrons, brooms some Foe-Glass, and really everything he could think of. They were the House Trunks – and they contained each and every object that was his the ones he had in his various houses scattered across the world.
From beds to carpets, from the silverware to the paintings, and from the old, preserved clothes to the old wands left in the Familial Rooms in his different Family Manors (Old Family never threw their wands away, they kept them as reminders. No one knew why, but it was Tradition, and not knowing the reason behind an action had never bothered wizards), he took everything even the houses, manor's and even the castles too. Where now sealed in ancient Rune that was painted or carved into his master's right arm making it look like a birthmark.
"When will we be leaving?" Harry asked as he looked at death
"Now if you so wish it." Death held out his hand, waiting for his Master to accept it. Harry placed his hand upon Death's bigger and pallor palm.
As soon as Death's fingers entwined with his, Harry felt his body shudder. Her scarlet emerald green eyes widen in unmasked pain. It was a feeling he had become unfamiliar with Excruciating pain.
Harry's vision started spinning with rainbow-colored, everything became blurry as tears trail down his slowly fattening cheeks. Just as inky black spots appear, an arm hooked around him waist and he disappeared.
On that night one, Harry James Potter vanished, leaving nothing behind. unknown to Harry the death had already made arrangements for his master to live a semi-normal life in the elemental Nations
Meanwhile at the elemental Nations
Fugaku Uchiha walked out of the Uchiha compound.
His second son Sasuke Uchiha just have been born that morning.
Fugaku shook his head as he walked down the dark street.
'Sasuke will never be as good as Itachi. I swear, NO MORE CHILDREN!' Fugaku thought to himself as he walked into a tavern. Walking straight to the bar and ordered alcohol. His order came as soon as he ordered it. Drinking the alcohol slowly. When a fight caught is attention. "Why you—d" The man was interrupted by the woman's fist in his face. When Fugaku's eyes looked at the woman she looked like an angel she had raven black hair, a body that most women wanted. A small thud was heard inside his chest as their eyes met. A faint blush formed on his cheeks.
The man ran toward the woman, who dodged easily and kicked his back, making him fall. She grabbed the man and put the man's arms behind his back and pulled the whimpering man outside. A few seconds later, the woman walked back inside and brushed the dust off her hands.
All the man's friends started to slowly walk back in fear.
The woman smiled and walked over to the bar where Fugaku was at. I'm sorry about what happened before I had to teach some men. a lesson on how to be nice to a lady!" The woman said with a grin. " Asami Surieserin." The woman outstretched her hand and Fugaku shook it.
"Fugaku Uchiha." Fugaku shook Asami's hand.
Later that night Lemon ahead you have been warned
Asami slid under the covers and let her fingertips search for the heat of the body in the bed. Quickly skin touched skin and her hands traveled up and down the body to see how much skin was free from any article of clothing.
Asami moved closer to the person and allowed her hand to travel down to his member which once she lightly touched brought a moan from the man in front of her, she continued to trail her fingertips up and down his hardening member, Asami kept on caressing his member until pre-cum started to seep out of his member. Asami lifted herself up onto all fours and went to hover over the Uchiha who was now of his back with his eye slightly open from just been woken from his sleep. Asami slowly lowered herself onto his member and let out a low moan when she reached his base due to how much he filled her. Asami slowly rocked her hips back and forth bringing a moan like the sound of the elder Uchiha man. After a few times of rocking.
Asami quickly lifted herself up of his member but stopped when only the head of his member was left inside. She was quickly pulled back down when the hands of Fugaku grasped her hips and slammed her back down onto his member causing Asami to bite onto her bottom lip to keep the very loud moan from escaping her lips.
Fugaku flipped him and Asami over so that he could be on to, he didn't wait for Asami to gather her bearing before he pulled out and drove back into her at a blinding speed that only a talented ninja could reach. Asami was in pure bliss her left hand was clinging onto the bedding below her whilst her right hand was gripping onto Fugaku's forearm.
When Asami had managed to regain some control over her body she raised her legs up and wrapped then around Fugaku's back whilst allowed Fugaku to hit her G-spot. It was all too much for Asami and her muscles contracted around Fugaku's member as she reached her peak.
Fugaku couldn't take it anymore and was sent over the edge and emptied his seeds into her womb. Once Fugaku had recovered he pulled out of Asami and laid down next to her, to have her snuggle into his side.
Time skip a few years later
It's been a few years now after her night with Fugaku and when Asami left the village of Konohagakure and returning back to her clan in tea country she was the heiress after all. her plan worked out perfectly as she managed to seduce the head of the Uchiha Clan and got herself pregnant and given birth to her beautiful son. The next head of their family. when she had to inform said Clan head about their illegitimate child, turned out better than expected the arrogant fool walked straight into her trap. Asami giggled as she still remembers the entire events that night.
Mini flash back
Asami sighed as she started making her way to the Uchiha compound. Once she made it to the door and knocked only to see, Fugaku opened the door. A frown formed on his face as he looked down at Asami.
"Hello Fugaku," Asami said in a calm voice. As she looked at the man who only answered in shock "Asami what are you doing here? "Fugaku asked looking at her confused.
Asami sighed and looked at him "we need to talk Fugaku" she said. He looked into the house and then closed the door and nodded as they both walked to the forest that was just outside the village. "What is it Asami I thought we agreed not to contact each other. You know I have a family." Fugaku told Asami as he put a hand on her shoulder. "I'm pregnant," Asami said in a calm monotone voice while she looked at him, while quietly place a hand over her stomach.
Fugaku's eyes went wide and he blinked. "You're . . . pregnant?" Fugaku swallowed.
Asami nodded only to see Fugaku's shocked face. it only lasted for a few seconds as Asami to have him yell in her face. "Get rid of the child. I want nothing to do with it." Fugaku yelled and walked away.
Asami sighed while thinking 'Ok that could have gotten worse, Asami thought but my job is done. I'm just going to make this arrogant asshole feel little pain, Ok here goes nothing.' Asami looked at fugaku in shock as she slowly began to cry making sure Fugaku heard it. Asami smirked internally as she could feel that part of his heart dies then and there. She only needs to keep the act of having a broken heart just a bit longer. As she could feel someone was watching them the entire time. Asami no longer feels the presence of their stalker as Asami wiped away the tears from her eyes Asami smirked as she gently rubbed her stomach. while whistling a small tune as she walked away from the village not looking back. Asami's job was done she had a baby on its way, that's all that matters.
End of flashback
Asami smiled down lovingly at her son as a single tear rolled down her cheeks knowing all too well. Tonight was the night that her son will become an orphan. Losing his entire family and his Clan to one of his uncles who wanted nothing but Power and to make her son into his bride. Asami scooped up her child and holding him close to her chest as Asami Whispered soft words in her son's ears. My sweet, little Hisoka your mother loves you dearly... Asami said while rocking her child gently while humming a lullaby. Asami didn't want to leave her son but she has seen it it's been foretold. She cannot change fate no matter how hard she tries. Closing her eyes as she held onto her son for the very last time as the sounds of fighting began Asami knew that this was the last time she will ever see her precious son.