Author's Note: I would like to start by saying thank you for choosing (or stumbling across) this story out of all the stories in the vast sea known as fanfiction. This is my first time writing a fanfic, so constructive criticism is appreciated. Don't be afraid to tell me what you think!

Disclamers: TRIGGER WARNING, this fanfic is rated M for violence and death! Don't read if you don't like! Also I don't own Harry Potter (obviously).

Chapter 1

It was so cold, so dark, Harry thought to himself as he floated through the infinite abyss known as space. "I guess I was expecting something more than emptyness and the occasional star" he mumbled, or at least tried to in a vacuum with no air. As he aimlessly groomed nonexistent dirt off the tips of the finger bones in his skeletal hand, he reminisced on old memories of how he ended up floating across the cosmos.

Flashback...

The red spell flew straight and true as an arrow at Voldemort as his eyes widened in surprise and, surprisingly, fear at the still alive Harry Potter. As the spell connected to his form, the elder wand flung through the air as it rocketed away from his hand; Harry, with reflexes gained from many games of quidditch, instinctively snatched the wand from its flight path.

Voldemort screamed as his body began to crumble away. With his horcruxes destroyed, the sudden absence of power from the infamous deathly hallow had been too much of a strain on Voldemort's magic, causing both it and Voldemort's magically rebirthed vessel and soul to fade away.

Harry was oddly reminded of stereotypical vampire deaths in movies watching the process take place in front of his eyes. As he and the rest of the war participants watched the last of Voldemort's ashes scatter into the wind, Harry began to feel a gradual warming in his hand. He looked over to see the elder wand still held by his right hand. 'How did that get there?' he pondered, as his shocked brain was incapable of processing much else after defeating his predestined opponent.

Cheers and estatic cries broke out in the crowd, Voldemort's evil reign of terror had finally been stopped! "Harry you did it!" exclaimed Ron; however the growing noise was again silenced as Harry let out a bloodcurdling scream. The wand started to glow with a black eldritch power as it started vibrating in Harry's hand. He tried to let go, but it seemed as if the wand was stuck there. The gradual heat intensified exponentially as Harry's attempts to free the wand from his hand grew more drastic.

"HARRY!" shouted Hermione. She ran over despite hands trying to pull her back, but was unable to reach him due to the growing black aura of the elder wand, which acted as a barrier around the now kneeling Harry. His screams intensified as he looked over at his burning hand. The flesh and skin were melting off of it! The indescribable pain of being burned alive spread throughout his body as he forcefully experienced every cell and nerve in his body melt slowly off his arms, legs, and torso like melted margarine.

The burning continued up his neck and into his brain which caused what was left of his body, mostly bones and bits of charred tissue, to collapse onto the ground, his scream's afternotes still ringing through the air. "HARRY NO!" Hermione screamed as she fell to the floor and retched what was left of her stomach contents onto the dirt of the battlefield. Her mind was in pieces, and her eyes wouldn't focus properly onto the corpse of Harry Potter, her friend. She sobbed as the crowd of onlookers looked on in morbid disgust, horrified at what they saw.

"Oh Harry..." Hermione managed to choke out between sobs. She continued to cry as Ron, still covered in grime from the battle, walked over to her and laid a hand on her shoulder. "Mione, he's, he's gone" he said shakily. She looked up at Ron after he spoke and, with tear filled eyes, clasped Ron into a grief filled embrace as she sobbed hard into his shoulder. The crowd's reactions at this point varied from shock, to disgust, to horror, to even glee from the opposing side, but the macabre nature of previous events reflected in everyone's eyes alike.

Seeing a break in the flow of events, Bellatrix and the rest of the death eaters attempted to take action against the Hogwarts teachers and students, but were violently stopped by various willing "volunteers" in the crowd, most of whom were over filled with grief and anger over the "Savior's" death and in need of an outlet. Not a pretty picture if you're part of a group that just killed off one of the most idolized people in the wizarding world of Britian.

After what seemed like hours, the elder wand's power finally dispersed as the wand liquified and absorbed into the charred skeleton that was once Harry Potter. No one noticed as a small stone suddenly appeared out of thin air and was absorbed in a similar fashion to the wand. No one noticed when Harry's cloak, a hallow in its own right, appeared and draped itself lovingly over Harry's skeletal remains. Perhaps it was the intense emotions of grief and celebration in the crowd that caused them to overlook details such as this; maybe it was magic that caused so many to turn a blind eye as Harry's cloak-covered corpse vanished into thin air.

End of Flashback...

It was... unpleasant to say in the least of what reawakening as a skeleton felt like. Harry was, understandably, freaked out with his new form, but after eons of floating in space, he finally got the message. Who would even fit the description of 'the Master of Death' if not Death himself? The hallows gave him knowledge and power over his new domain, whispering in his mind that they had been predestined to be together with their one true beholder since the beginning of time.

Hell, Harry grew comfortable even just "chilling" in space absorbing all the bonded hallow's knowledge. No Dumbledore, no war, no hyphenated nicknames, and definitely no Dursleys! Harry felt a puesdo smile form near his face at the thought (due to him not owning any facial muscles, no wonder why death is always taken so seriously). He further snuggled into his cloak, wrapping his whitened bones around the soft fabric as it purred in his mind. His hallow infused bones vibrated warmth in response; as if not wanting to be outdone by the cloak's affections. Harry chuckled. The artifacts were sentient in the way powerful magical items are. Harry swore the cloak clung tighter to his body when he thought back on memories of trying to tear it off after first waking up in the "freaked out" stage of undeath. He reassured it with a comforting mind "nudge", and the cloak loosened its grip... somewhat. Cheeky hallow.

Undeath managed to mute many of his emotions as he seemed to feel less and less over the timespan of him floating in space. Maybe it was because of the isolation or lack of external stimuli, but eventually, the only emotion Harry felt came in the form of mental probes he and the hallows sent back and forth to each other. Not to say that he lacked his personality, not even undeath could wring the snark out of a Potter!

As happenings continued to continue ever onwards, the hallows gave more and more of the universe's knowledge and power to Harry until the continuous stream of information caught up to the linear respresentation of "present" time. It had been, Harry's consciousness calculated, 9,999,999,999,999,999 earth years since the beginning of his absorption and consequential awakening. He moved, maneuvering to an upright position to "stand" in space. Harry willed the universe to stop for him, and it was so as he began to pace back and forth on a whirlpool of stars and blackness.

"What should I do now?" He pondered aloud in his stopped universe, questioning no one in particular. On one hand, he was a changed man, skeleton?, Death?, after Voldemort and the hallows, no denying that, but Harry felt lost as to what to do now since he had never had the luxury of doing what he wanted before. He would never have any "deathly" duties as all things would live, die, and be reused if not a little faster due to his influence. And staying in space, while peaceful, got boring after the multitude of years that passed by.

To solve this problem, Harry decided to do what Harry does best when he's bored... Wing It. Slashing in a smooth, downward motion, the tip of his phantom like phalange created a rip in space/time. Death's eyes glowed Adava Kedavra green with happiness as he stepped into the anomaly towards the next great adventure.