First off please forgive me for adding a new story to the ones I already have. I know I don't have enough time for the ones I have but I've been thinking on this one for a while and I've wanted to add it but didn't know how. Well I got some bad news today and really needed to let off some steam and I thought that this was the best way to do so, so here is my Harry Potter MultiUniversal story.
Harry looked down at his Godson nestled gently in his arms. Teddy Lupin was a lively child. He was always happy and this in turn cheered Harry up. Harry had little enough to be cheerful about lately. The last of the death eaters had gone into hiding and were waging guerilla warfare against the ministry. Most of Harry's friends were dead including his lover Luna Lovegood. There had been a plan by the Weasleys to take his money by potioning him into marrying Ginny. Apparently only Bill, Charlie, and the twins weren't in the know. So harry had decided it was time to leave. He had done his duty, if you could call it that, by killing Voldemort. Now he had decided it was time to move on. After he had decided this he went to Gringotts and sold everything he had property wise and stocks. He put all of his liquid assets in a thirteen compartment trunk that he kept in his mokeskin pouch from Hagrid, and returned the entirety of the goblin made artifacts he had. He also left behind a beyond generous trust fund behind for Teddy and the tonkses. That had got him a look of interest by the goblins. So he had been offered the friendship of the goblin nation. That had been interesting. Harry wound up with a rather interesting tattoo with the Gringotts symbol in the middle of his back. He had also been told that if he met any goblin they would know he was a friend of the nation.
Harry thought it was a nice gesture but he was pretty sure it wouldn't matter now. He returned teddy to Andromeda. Then he left for the one place he had wondered about since that fateful day. When he arrived he had to fire a quick trio of stunners at the people gathered around the Veil. They weren't going to stop him he had to find Sirius. If everything worked out perhaps he could come back. If not then maybe he would finally die. He had been trying halfheartedly since he managed quite by accident to gather and master the three deathly hallows. Not that anything really worked. He had found himself to be functionally immortal. And frankly he hated it. He had seen more than enough friends die and now he realized he would see them all die eventually. With a wan smile he stepped through the veil of death.
The first thing harry noticed when he looked around was that he seemed to be in a void. There was nothing around him at all. He looked around for a while before he let out a sigh of defeat. If this is truly where Sirius ended up then he was gone. That was that he would never see his beloved dogfather again. Having finally had enough of loss and disappointment he threw back his head and released an agonizing roar.
"Well aren't you melodramatic?" a voice asked him from directly behind him. Harry spun around with his wand pointed at a figure covered from head to toe in a black shroud.
"Who are you?" Harry asked his wand tip glowing ominously.
"I am death." The being said simply.
"Right and I'm Albus bloody Dumbledore." Harry replied sarcastically.
The being merely looked in Harry's direction without talking. Harry was beginning to become unnerved. "Where are we anyway?"
"The void between life. You couldn't have picked a better way to off yourself if you tried. You wouldn't have been able to die any other way anyway." The being said in monotone.
"Wow you're just full of happy tidbits aren't you?" Harry asked reverting back to sarcasm.
"You asked where we where I merely told you." The being said again in monotone.
"So I'm dead huh? So do I get to go on to heaven or hell now?" Harry asked thinking of his lost friends.
"No your soul is beyond the reach of the afterlife unless you go there do to a deal or you break in." the being said emotionlessly.
"What the bloody hell do you mean by that?!" Harry raged.
"When you became the master of death, I no longer had a solid hold on you. You are the only being in existence that is immune to death." Stated the being casually.
"Then what happens to me?!" Harry demanded angrily.
"You will be cast into the reincarnation cycle." Death stated softly still staring at Harry.
"So I am gonna be born again? Die again? HAVE TO KILL VOLDEMORT AGAIN?!" Harry demanded with a look of pure rage on his face.
"Don't be ridiculous you will be a totally different person in every life you live. Perhaps one day you will no longer have a mortal body and then you will just exist." Death told Harry.
"Is this some kind of joke? I'm just stuck living and dying for the rest of eternity?" Harry asked incrediously.
"No it isn't a joke. As a matter of fact you will be starting NOW!" death stated throwing power into his last word. Harry felt like he was being hurled at the speed of light. Soon he came to a stop and realized something. He was warm. And wet. He opened his eyes and looked around. Only for them to almost bulge out at the sight before him. He was surrounded by people he didn't recognize, except for two of them. The first was the woman who had been his first kill. Bellatrix LeStrange. The second was the man who had haunted his previous life from beginning to end. Tom Marvolo Riddle. Harry reached for his magic and fired it at Voldemort in a wave. It didn't work as the blasting curse he had envisioned of course it had only knocked everyone standing off their feet. He then began screaming. He was hurriedly picked up by a beaming Bellatrix.
"DID YOU SEE THE POWER OF MY SON?!" Voldemort roared with twisted pride. "Scantly minutes old and already capable of knocking a room full of adult wizards off their feet!"
"What are we going to call him mylord?" Bellatrix asked with glee.
"His name shall be Iskander after the great wizard conqueror." Voldemort said thoughtfully. "For with him by my side I shall finally conqueror the world."
Harry watched in disgust at their revelry. It would be over his dead body that these fools took over the world and he for damned sure wasn't going to help them do it.