When one lives for a 100,000 years, he becomes weary of the consistency in life. The changes in the season's are like the blink of an eye. He becomes stale and rickety and his joints lose their strength. He wants, like every other eldery person, to lie down and sleep and never again wake up.

Over the years he had made plenty of friends, some stayed by him for a few weeks, some a few months, some a few years and a lucky few stayed among the living for centuries. Eventually, however, every single one of them passed on. It was always a heartbreaking moment when someone he knew moved on from this world.

"Is your mind made up Sire?" The man in front of him was his closest and only friend in this generation. He had a long white beard, nearing his 348th birthday, the man was ready to move on from this life. Maybe he would live a year longer or two, but nary an old wizard ever lived upto 350 years unless he had a philosophers stone. It was unheard of, in all his centuries this was the longest he had ever seen a wizard living upto.

"Yes Nathaniel. I wish however that you would let me end myself." Harry said.

"My sire! Speak not hastily, for it is not your death but a deep sleep we place you under. I would not have you kill yourself if I could help it." Nathaniel exclaimed.

I was fond of My friend, like I had been the fighter against Voldemort eons ago, he too had fought his own dark lady 2 centuries ago and killed her, almost dying while getting the job done. He and I were somewhat similar being descendents of Godric gryffindor and so there was more than a slight possibility that I was his ancestor too.

I smiled at him.

"Dear child, the rigour of life suits me not, I would hope the sleep you put me under never again awakens me, but that is a fools hope, rather I shall wish that I shall be free of my insanity and recover my creaky old bones as best I can."

"As you wish sire, lay on your bed so we can begin."

His bed, as required by the ritual, was in the center of a grass field in front of his palace. Nathaniel waited for a moment before he took out his knife and carved symbols into the ground around the bed, the next part was tricky, he got out a container of vampires blood mixed with the powdered eye of a basilisk, and poured it into the runes around the bed, this ritual was a personal creation of his sire and this was the first time it was going to be tested, he twirled his wand and said in a loud and clear voice.

"dormient somnum sempiternum et non consurgant"

The runes began to glow and a reddish hue surrounded the bed and Harry. His eyes were closed and he was frowning.

"This is quiet unpleasant Nathaniel, make sure to mention that in your notes for future reference." Hary said.

"Did something go wrong?" Nathaniel asked.

"No its working as it should, i can feel the pull of slumber and it is strong, it is very strong nathaniel. Child give me the draught of living death before my consciousness slips away fully. I would not want to let this stay incomplete."

Nathaniel picked up the small flask of the draught of living death and gave it to Harry who drank it while lying on his back. The ritual was complete. He watched as his sires head fell back on his pillow and his eyes closed for the final time.

The blood rose out of the runes and sank into his sires body and vanished.

Nathaniel sighed and raised his wand, with a swipe of his hand, the runes around the bed were undone. He took the sires ring and placed it on his finger, the wand in his hand and the invisibility cloak he spread over him and placed his broomstick beside him.

He was suddenly possessed by a violent need to take the hallows for himself but he controlled himself, he did not wish to be driven insane like his sire had been.

He chanted the strongest protective wards around the bed, left a note explaining everything that was cast on the bed and then cast a spell to throw the bed into another pocket dimension of reality. The spell would hold the bed at the exact same point inside a space that didnt exist in the real world, it was a variation of the expansion charm that let a room be bigger inside than outside, but he'd instead created space inside an electron in a random molecule of air that was then sent up a 100 kilometers and charmed to stay at that very spot for all eternity.