The Master of Death

by iampebble

Harry Potter is marked for greatness, he knows this, just not how great he can be. Come with me as we learn of how he Masters death, and becomes the hero we needed, if not the one we wanted. Voldemort isn't his only enemy, for most often it is those that we love that hurt us most. Sometimes the light burns more than it heals. Misguided and greater good Dumbledore.

Our story starts like many others before it. With a solitary figure standing on a hill, overlooking a desolate field of battle. The person struck quite the figure standing there, tall and menacing, his cloak fluttering in the breeze. The pain he felt, the anger, as well as a strange sense of peace, were easy to see from the mans stance.

This man, even though he had just finished a great battle looked no worse for the wear, than if he had just walked up on this scene. Standing there was Harry James Potter, the Master of Death, as well as his vessel on the prime material plane. Clothed in the arraignment of death himself, leather breeches inscribed with runes of power covered his legs, black knee high boots on his feet, a green long-sleeved shirt cover by a light plate armor made of silver inscribed with runes of gold to protect his vital organs.

On his back he wore the Invisibility Cloak, the one given to his ancestor Ignotus Peverell. And on his finger sat a ring with Cadmus' Resurrection stone seated in the center. To complete the ensemble was a staff of elder tall as he himself with a bright red gem set in the head of the staff. This is the true form of the Elder wand, with a Philosophers Stone to represent Death in all its forms.

Harry sighed to himself, It's finally over. All the heart ache, all the murder. He had just finished what should have been the final battle against his old mentor. "Why did you do it Albus, how did you fall so low."

There was a sudden noise behind him, and he turned to see one Hermione Granger, his best friend and closest confidant. "You know how Harry. He was a good man once upon a time, but...as they say the road to hell is paved with good intentions. We should leave, the others are ready to go, and we need to start to rebuild." She said with a slight smile, then she looked at him slyly, "Your little moon is also in need of some much needed cuddles. Says its an order from on high" She then waggles her eyebrows in a suggestive way.

He laughs then, shaking his head at the thought that Death would truly care about their "chosen couple." Harry takes one last look at the battle field, and to where he battled with Albus Dumbledore. Rest in piece...Grandfather. I hope that one day when we meet again we can go back to what I thought we once had. It was these thoughts that pushed him to think back...all the way back to when he first learned of his destiny.