Prologue

The cave sat upon a cliff next to the sea. Its first glimpse reminded him of a similar cave filled with the walking dead. Harry shuddered, he hadn't thought of that night for a long time. He was Harry Potter, the-boy-who-lived, wizard extraordinaire & the guy with too many hyphenated Names in his life.

He looked at the wand at his side, the elder wand. It was a major Problem of his life. He hadn't been able to get rid of the hallows. They had found their way back to him. He ignored them at first and continued his life, rebuilding the British Wizarding world as an Auror . As a few years passed he realized that he had not aged a single day since the battle of Hogwarts. Hermione instantly went into Research mode. She concluded that Harry had unintentionally bonded with the hallows .

He had become the Master of death, achieving true immortality. What Voldemort had been after his whole life he had achieved with his trademark luck & of course the power of love.

It had been a big blow. After all that he had suffered. When all he wanted was a normal life it was one thing he would not get. Together the famed Golden Trio began to look into ways to reverse the situation... Well he and Ron also contributed. Years of researching with no result demoralized all of them. Ron and Hermione moved on with their life They married each other, they had four kids now and looked set on their way to form their own quidditch team.. He did not begrudge them the happiness, they deserved it.

Nineteen years had passed since the day he took down Voldemort and he still looked the same scrawny kid with unruly hair.

Here he was in Burkina Faso tracking an ancient artifact, the personal cloak of Merlin. It could unravel any enchantment. Well that was what he had heard and read anyways. He was counting on it to end the power of the hallows.

After a year of traveling across the Continent he has finally reached the right place. He could feel the magic in the air. In his years as an Auror he had refined his ability to feel magic. His early exposure to Soul & Mind magic helped in this regard. He drew out his wand and cast a few basic detection spells. He got the readings for a muggle repelling ward and a few wards he did not recognize. Fortunately for him he had developed a serious ward breaking talent.

All wards work in a basic way. Most of them when attacked transfer the spell energy to the ground through a discharging rune block or a ward stone. One can break a ward by simply overloading the ward structure with a barrage of spells at the ward. It can work for small wards with a low power handling capacity. For powerful wards a small army would be required to overload the rune structure. There is another method, the one he favored. It includes redirecting the energy being discharged through the rune block and then a few simple spells would cause the ward to explode out. He focused and was able to get an approximate path flow of excess energy. He then drew out the energy and earthed it without the discharging rune block. He then sent a few schoolyard jinxes at the ward and apparated a hundred yards away from the cave. A large magical blast ensued. Well all that pent-up energy of the ward had to go somewhere. He then apparated to the cave and entered it. Dark and dreary described it perfectly. The ceiling was low. He could not see for more than a few yards in any direction.

"Lumos Solaris" intoned Harry.

A small ball of white light came forth from his wand and hovered in front of was a neat trick, better than using his wand as a flashlight.

He moved further inside the cave, it widened a bit and there in front of him sat a golden pedestal . Upon it shimmering in the light of his spell lay a red …. bed sheet. "Melodramatic much huh Merlin" harry muttered to himself.

He picked up the cloak and felt for the magic.

It was there but something was off. The magic felt intense different more intense, more potent.

Harry felt excitement rise in himself. He could be finally free of the Hallows.

He took out his cloak and the resurrection stone and along with his wand wrapped it up in the…umm cloak. He waited nothing happened for a minute.

"Maybe it needs magic to work" he muttered to himself .

He raised his hand and focused, Wandless magic is difficult as it is and pushed his magic into the cloak .

Harry immediately felt something was wrong as the ground was pulled from beneath his feet. He felt a pull behind his navel.

His last thoughts before he disappeared were "Not Again".