A blinding light, being squeezed through a tube, a painful landing, he can never get the landing right. The light and the squeezing he can deal with, but the landing is just something that, even after all this time, he can never get right. It was the same with FLOO travel, completely undignified and humiliating. Not like he has much dignity left after the short stretch as a 'sex-god'. He still couldn't believe that he was limber enough to get out of those ropes.

He of course is Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, Man-Who-Won, Chosen One and many many many more titles that he can't remember, and he has been living for a long fucking time. because he saved the wizarding world. Travelling the multiverse is actually really cool. Meeting new people, getting new skills and beating the bad guys is awesome, but living to see people that you have become attached to die in battle or from old age is the kicker. It's actually beginning to get tired watching all people die after a victory, but he is nothing if not resilient and after seeing loved ones dying from an early age, Harry has learnt how to handle the grief.

It's all because of some stupid inconsequential war back in his home universe. A "man" with some serious issues realised that he should take over the world and, that because of a crazy old woman, he should kill him when he was a baby so that he could rule forever. This led Harry on a journey that made him become the 'Master of Death' via three artefacts. That meant that he had to hope from dimension to dimension being the good guy and saving the day.

Of course, travelling the multiverse was cool. He had travelled through hundreds of thousands of worlds, some had time machines, some had other heroes in leagues, some had massive intergalactic wars, there was this one world where humanity was near extinction due to zombie fungus.

But all of the good comes with the bad, and most of the time the bad is in the form of Death. Not that Death is a bad person, actually, she is, at least, an 8, but the way that mortals die after defeating the bad guys always brings down his mood. He had just come back from a situation like that, insane god on the warpath trying to end the universe via Earth, and him ironically, killing a couple of people and then accidentally the universe.

Now he appears to be in the ass end of nowhere, butt naked in the middle of their day.

Sitting up and leaning against a tree he thinks about the time when he popped into existence for the first time, scaring the shit out of the locals. If he thought about it, he would be surprised as well, seeing a giant ball of light a giant popping sound and him falling from the centre of the ball would be scary. Of course, most of the time he was immediately attacked because he was an alien coming to invade them. Harry got drawn out of his thoughts when a bird flew overhead, years of battle training him to keep constant vigilance. He also noticed that the sun was higher than it was before, meaning that a fair amount of time had passed. Going to stand up, he felt a stab of pain from his chest, broken ribs, and with a magic drain for the first couple of hours after travelling means he couldn't fix them so he sat back down to wait for either someone to find him or his magic to come back to a point for him to fix himself up.

Harry thought of the moment that Death appeared to him at the end of his first life.

FLASHBACK

Harry appeared in a very black room, nothing like he thought the afterlife would look like, if there was an afterlife at all. Thanking whatever god that he wasn't naked he stood up and started to look around for a door or window when he turns to see the most violet eyes he has ever seen.

Taking a step back, he looks at the person in front of him, a woman in her mid twenties, hair almost as black as the room running down her back and framing her face to make her ghost white skin seem even whiter. She wore a tight fitting top and jeans, both in black, as well as some very stylish shoes, also in black.

Harry had two options here. he could ask her a meaningful question that would actually help him get information, his Auror side, or he could make a quip about how easy she must burn in the summer. Of course, having defeated Voldemort and then gone on a massive prank war with most of his friends ending with Hermione literally locking him in a room filled with balloons for a day he toned it down to small pranks and a liberal dose of sarcasm. Really there was only one choice.

"Were you sunburnt terribly as a child or just have really sensitive skin" Harry deadpanned to the woman in front of him.

The women just smiled and stepped into his personal space in the really creepy and not sexy way.

Harry put his hands up to push her away "You're forward I didn't expect our relationship to advance so quickly." Harry quipped pushing her away

"I'm sorry, Mr. Potter, but I don't think you're going to like me much after our little chat," She said walking away from him. "Please step into my office." She made a sweeping motion to the black wall and a door that movie Private Investigators had appeared and on the window and it read "Death's Office".

FLASHBACK

Death then explained to him the real purpose of the hallows and why they actually existed. The three brothers were real and they did survive, but instead of being vindictive she asked a favour of the three brothers, asking each one to take an object of her creation on spread rumours of their power and what the three could do when combined.

Each object was powerful in its own right and each brother, having lived their lives the way they wanted, agreed to death's request and took the three hallows and spread rumours of their individual power, each dying, how they are said to have died, having the final brother spread the rumour of the power of the three combined artefacts.

Unfortunately for Harry they were actually a trap to trap people into almost eternal life, forced to help people and not rule as most wished to do. Harry, having saved everyone from Voldemort actually collected all three hallows and accidentally set the trap off. Death having seen this allowed Harry his first life in full before starting what was originally a trap for people seeking power.

Naturally angry he smashed some things up in a handy room Death created for him, he returned to talk about what he had to do to be able to pass on or at least live life in one universe instead of being spread across them, keeping the balance. Death explained how the trap worked. The person trapped would spend around 100 years in a dimension, or until his presence hindered that universe, and have to 'work off' the power that they sought. 3000 years was the total time that he had to basically do community service for the multiverse.

He was brought out of his musings by a voice, or a groan to be more precise. The sound was getting closer, the footfalls were heavy, almost dragging its feet along the ground. Checking his magic and noticing that he has enough for a quick patch, nothing long lasting, but enough for a quick scuffle. Suddenly he heard a shout and the sound of a shotgun.

Standing up now alert, looking towards the sound just in time to see someone fall down with a large portion of his head missing and another three people shambling towards him. Oh, and that guy basically ready to give him a hug for being really observant. Of course, trying to jump out of the way of a person almost literally on top of him is a bad idea leading to both parties being dragged down and a really rough landing on already broken ribs.

Great Harry thought Been here less than a day and already injured.

The man on top of him started to try and bite him, somewhere on his arm and face to be precise, much like the fungus zombies, Harry mused as he raised his arms and managed to push the now renamed 'Chompy' off of him, stopping him from taking a bite of him, even though he does look tasty, he does not want an undead male trying to eat him and not in that way.

Zombies, Harry thought A world filled with zombies, again, just great and by the sounds of it, there are either survivors or crazed people with shotguns shooting them.

By now, Harry was in a fair amount of pain and also under a lot of stress from keeping a zombie off of him. He also appears to be surrounded, with crazed shotgunners and zombies all around him. Did he mention the fact that someone carelessly left a piece of metal in the ground that has appeared to have impaled him. Of course he didn't fear death, that was the entire mentality that got him into this mess in the first place. But the crazy shotgun people who just dispatched Chompy look worried, or maybe embarrassed, he is after all, completely naked and filthy and bloody and probably looks like shit.

The next hour or minute, it's all a bit of a blur. But from what Harry could tell is that the local sheriff and his favourite deputy managed to un-impale him and started to carry him away from Chompy and his friends. Harry hoped he wasn't about to be chopped up and eaten by cannibals and hoped that they won't kill him just after saving him.

The sheriff looked at Harry in the eyes and just started to talk to him, or was it shouting, everything was a bit out, probably the blood loss from his multiple wounds. Harry looking between the Dynamic Duo just choked out.

"You're my favourite deputy"

Hearing the chuckles of the two men that appeared to be slowing down, or was that him blacking out. Harry's final thought was I really hope they don't like human flesh before blacking out.

A/N – 15/02/2016 - Yes, I'm alive. Yes, I'm still writing. Yes, I will be adding new chapters. Like the last time I came back after a long break I edited the story again. It's mostly the same, I just change small things and some spelling errors I found. I'm going through all the chapters I've posted before posting a new one.