Chapter 1 - Lost

These new chapters are all thanks to my beta Wolfprincess1995. She is amazing, I don't think I could find anyone better if I wanted to.

They were all gone, his whole family was dead. Even Snape, that sneaky git whom he would have expected to outlive them all was dead. Everyone that had risked their life for him, had died.

'At least I will get to see them all in the after life, that is if I don't go to Hell.' Harry thought right before he jumped off the Hogwarts' bridge. He hoped he would finally be able to find peace.

Of course with his luck that was not the case. Harry found himself surrounded by was nothing but blackness. It was like he was standing inside a black hole.

"I'm sorry Master. I cannot allow you to move on." said a tall dark cloaked figure, that kind of resembled a dementor. Since the only thing he felt at the moment was the overwhelming desire too throttle this being instead of the usual paralyzing fear, Harry knew that it couldn't be a dementor.

"What do you me I can't move ON!?" Harry yelled in his harshest tone, channeling his inner Snape. Yet, instead of the thing cowering or flinching like most did when Snape used the voice in their presences, the dementor look alike only made a sound that could only be described as a sound of frustration.

"My master is unable to 've defeated me three times, have you not?." Death asked rhetorically, not giving the young man, who was really still a boy in many ways, a chance to answer. "But then again, nothing is normal about the Boy Who Lived, Man Who Survived, Heir of the Source, and one of The Major Three." Death finished. As he went on and on, Harry became angrier, by the end he was seething.

"How the hell do you even beat death!" Harry growled in frustration. Why couldn't for once his life be bloody normal...

"And what the hell is The Major Three? How am I part of it? Heir to the Source, source of what?" Harry's voice raised the more questions he asked. He felt ready to explode, everyone he had ever loved and cared about was gone, and it was his fault, and he knew that it was selfish, but he was so tired of being alone. He just wanted to die.

"You're the owner of the three Deathly Hallows, and have managed to come face to face with me not just once but three times and walk away. You jumped happily to your death, as if you were coming to see an old friend. You are like your ancestors. As for the rest, you will learn it all in do time." Death explained in the best way he could, calm and straight forward. Like it was a business transaction, and in some ways it was for death. He had been watching his master for a long time. How he had suffered. How he had dealt with the disappointments in his life.

Death knew that his new master, was one of the most cunning, brave, heroic, and stubborn people he would ever serve. Death secretly admired his master, but he would never let the little brat know it. With a snap of his long almost translucent boney fingers, Death apparated Harry to a spacious loft overlooking a certain red bridge.

If death was ever right about one thing, it was about Harry Potter being a very stubborn person. Day after day for weeks Harry would kill himself in different ways from jumping in a volcano that was about to blow, to digesting as many poisons as he could before they killed him.

After a month of trying to kill himself on average three times a day, it was hard to say who was more annoyed.

Once Harry's new powers started making appearances there was a rapid decline in Harry's suicides. His deaths were now mostly because of drug overdoses, or when he tired, or starved himself literally to death. The starving and tiring himself was really by accident. He would get so preoccupied with his new powers that he would forget that he needed rest and food.

Harry learned from Death that some, but not all of his powers were from his new title of Master of death. His first power was the ability to heal himself and other people if he chose to do so. Harry had also gained ability to know exactly how, when, and where a person would die by touching them. He discovered this power when he brushed up against a women in a club. After the touch, he knew her name, date of birth and her death date.

When his brain told him that she would die at 2:32 am he didn't really believe it, but he kept an eye on her through the night. Sure enough as soon as his watch updated its time, the girl passed out on the dance floor. That was the night he also discovered that he could not only heal himself but others as well.

Death had shown up that night fully expecting to reap a soul, so he could get it. Instead he was met with the glare of Harry Potter. Of course the look on his face did nothing to stop death from snorting in amusement before saying 'leave it to you to discover two powers within minutes of each other.'

Harry wasn't as amused. Adding to the list he had the power of the three Deathly Hallows, to bring back the dead, the power of the most powerful wand, and the ability to make himself invisible. He didn't need any of the Deathly hallows on his person for these powers to work.

He was even less amused when he almost burnt his Loft down by shooting a fireball from his hand, because he was angry at his neighbors who were loudly banging like two animals in heat, and Death gleefully told him that he did get those powers by defying Death. Then Death went on grumbling that it wasn't fair that only demon's got that power. A month ago Harry would say that there was no way he sounded jealous when he said it, but it had been two months and Harry didn't know if he was the supposed master of an all powerful entity, or a bratty three year old.

When he asked the overgrown child if he was a demon, said overgrown child replied in sing along tone that he was only part. So, he was a part demon, with being part demon his powers were mostly fire related.

Out of the numerous powers he gained only a handful of them did have anything to do with fire. He could create illusions, that you would have believed were real unless you touched them. Shimmering allowed Harry to disappear in seconds. It was one of his favorites, and by far the easiest to control. It took him a minute to adjust to his new strength, but after roughly a week he had his super strength fully under his control.

Energy balls, fireballs, incineration, and telekinesis were harder for Harry. He was only able to use the fire linked powers when he was unreasonably angry. Energy balls took a horrendous amount of power from him, and not even death could tell him why.

Death would constantly tease Harry that he couldn't use his power, because his mind was clouded with things that were unimportant. Which frustrated him to know because he had no such issue with apportation, being able to move or call objects to himself.

All things considered Harry's life was pretty much as normal as his seemed to get.