COLD!
That's all he had felt for an eternity. Everything is gone. The sun, the stars, the moon, the flowers, the air. The whole universe was an empty abyss of nothing. In which he drifted with nothing but his thoughts for company.
He was sick of it. The darkness suffocated him. He was sick and tired and so terribly bored.
Now his entire existence consisted of floating around without any purpose.
He used to have a purpose. A rather important one mind you. For thousands of years he had a reason for existing. A task he had occupied his immortal life with.
He was death.
He wasn't always death he used to be as mortal as the next common person but that was a long time ago. Now he was death without anything to reap.
There was a war. Of course there was, humans are incredibly selfish and foolish creatures. Going around and slaughtering, enslaving, and oppressing anything they where to lazy to understand. The mundane world found out about the magicals and did what humans do best. They eradicated each other. It left children without mothers and mothers without children. Brothers and sisters separated by endless bloodshed. It was with a heavy heart that death collected those motherless children and vice versa.
It was brutal war with hardly any face to face fighting. For the mundane, it was nuclear bombs and deadly gasses. For the magicals it was widespread slaughtering spells, among other horrible monstrosities that their little dark minds could come up with. Some created to sate their own sick desire for violence. Like that illusionary spell that forced you to kill the ones you loved most over and over again, while you unknowingly where just gutting yourself.
They killed the whole world with their stupidity and now there is nothing left to fight about.
This was true peace….
Death loathed it.
The silence, the darkness, ThIs ReTcHedD CoLd. Ehem…
Not to mention the aching loneliness that sent empty spasms throughout his whole body. Yah, those where his least favorite part. He wondered if he had someone with him to share this burden of being death, would eternity be so horrible and empty?
His mind opened up to the possibilities this thought process opened up for him. He wondered how it would have been had he had someone there with him, not just as death but from the very beginning of his mortal life. When he was abused by his relatives, when most of the school turned their back on him TWICE. When Sirius had passed... Oh the things he could change if he could somehow make this wondrous dream a reality.
He could probably accomplish his plan fairly easily. He had plenty of power and not to mention time... Oh how he had shit tons of that. He decided to evaluate every piece of knowledge that he had gathered over his millennia of living (Of dying?). Let us just say that he had managed to accumulate a lot. He pulled himself into his mindscape easily, a nifty trick he had learned a long time ago. He faded into a world long forgotten. There were massive trees that had seen many a season come and go. A magnificent lake. The waters black and treacherous looking. A field of bright green grass covered in different wild flowers. Standing tall over all mentioned was a glorious stone castle. Its name…
"Hogwarts" Death breathed out almost lovingly. The tone didn't match his rough voice. Neglected after not using it for a thousand or so years. He glided into the ancient school in a very death like way. If he was still capable of such of thing he would have wept over things long gone.
He glanced around. It was rare that he used his mindscape. Mostly because the unfortunate shape it took brought about painful memories. Happy memories sure but you might say that's what made those the saddest of them all.
The inside of the school was just as he remembered it save for a few changes. The ghosts that used to wander the corridors of the gigantic structure where nowhere to be found. The laughter and joy that used to saturate the halls. The youthful happiness that was so thick you could almost taste it. Now it felt just as empty and hollow as outside of his mind.
Another major difference was the paintings.
They held very familiar moving visual scenes from his time as a mortal. The first time he rode a broom. The time he foolishly tried to out fly a dragon. To the first time he opened his eyes. Seeing his mother's smiling face. Treasured memories such as these were held in ornate gold, jewel encrusted frames . Some were silver. Those were to be remembered fondly but not of particular note. Other mundane memories in frames of bronze but the memories he would prefer to forget where forever immortalize in frames of rotting wood or sometimes even bone. Some were blood splattered. Some even burnt at the edges. he chose to ignore that there where a lot more of those that the ones made of precious metal.
He purposely kept his eyes away from the portraits of people that were scattered here and there. All were decorated with a bloody red X.
He glided through the corridors on silent feet. To someone else it would seem that he was wondering purposelessly. Taking seemingly random turns and walking in the same room twice, then taking a stroll around the room three times, finally promptly exiting the room. He knocked on statues and even portrait frames.
After what seemed like ages he came upon the door that had once led into the school's library. It still held books of course though they no longer held spells or the difference between wolfs bane and aconite. Well… They did but not in the same form. You see, now the library is ten times bigger and in the books was the vast knowledge of death.
He looked through almost all the books trying to find the one he desperately needed.
He looked through every book, tome and grimoire. Hell, he even looked through his minds version of a dictionary but no luck. He must have been in his minds library for almost a decade, although he did not care. Nothing looked even remotely what he was looking for. That is Until….
He decided to open a door in his mind that he swore never to look back on again.
In a dark little corner of his library, there Is a black and silver door covered in cracks and mold. Inside was a plethora of knowledge and memories that were not his own. They had once belonged to one of the evilest men in human history.
Voldemort.
Death was almost hesitant to even touch one of the many black books held in that secret part of the library but Death was desperate.
As he read he grew surprised, then disgusted by what he found.
Surprised because of how similar Tom Riddle and himself where in their early years and disgusted by how different they were in their later.
The sacrifice of having to read such trash paid off however when he eventually found what he had been looking for.
He smiled for the first time in two millennia.
A/N
Thank you for reading you won't regret it I'm trying to make this story as unique as I can. I hope I succeed. The next chapter will be the birth of the twins and early life.
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In a damp cabin somewhere in the middle of the sea. A giant of a man was addressing a little boy with dark untamable hair. Hagrid looked at the little wisp of a boy and said in a very serious voice. "You're a wizard 'arry". He braced himself for Harry's denial, expecting disbelief. Only it did not come. Harry just starred at Hagrid and in a equally serious voice he answered. "You're a harry wizard". The giant and the boy continued to keep eye contact neither losing their solemn expressions. Until Hagrid turned around and let out a cheery. "Well, off ta Diagon Ally we go". Harry followed him without even a glance at his terrified and confused relatives.
