There didn't seem to be any ground. Or sky. Or anything, really. Just empty space, that echoed back at him whenever he called out.
He had been expecting to land on Kings Crossing, like he had gone to two years ago. He expected to see Albus, but instead he saw nothing. He couldn't even describe the color. Not black, not white. Just… nothing.
No matter how hard he thought, he couldn't explain what he saw.
In The Between, there is neither color or the absence of color.
He looked around, twisting and turning. He saw nothing, but he heard it. The voice. Had it been male or female?
You will need to wake up.
That voice he heard, had to be female.
"Wake up? But… I'm already awake?" He hadn't meant for the last portion of his sentence to become a question.
No, you're not. You are simply in The Between.
"The… Between?"
Neither alive or dead.
"Alive, but dead… or dead, but alive?" He brought his hand to run through his fingers through his hair, but he felt nothing.
You are neither.
"Am I in purgatory?"
No. There you had a choice or are simply stuck for all eternity. Here, you are between life and death, but neither can touch you.
"Uh…"
You have my cloak. You have my wand. You have my stone.
"Death?"
Correct… in a manner of speaking. Death is not my name, however.
"Ok… what's your name?"
You do not have the need to know that. You need to wake up, but first you must understand.
"Understand… what?"
You have my ability to walk unseen. You have my powers, but as you will be in a human body you will not be able to have them all at once. You have my ability to talk to the dead.
"Ok… and that means… what?"
Make of it what you will. Your people would call you Master of Death, however that is untrue. No one has the capabilities of controlling me and I am a slave of no one.
"Well, I didn't want to control anything… or anyone, I suppose. That's why I threw the stone away and hid the wand."
It matters little what you want. All three must chose their master, and if all three choose the same one, then their chosen simply will not die.
"I can't die?"
No.
"I didn't want this! This must be a dream."
You know this is real, Harry Potter. You have no doubts. You will live and you will serve your purpose.
"What purpose is that?"
The items that I created were meant to find me someone worthy of working alongside me. I have many who do the same job on different worlds. You are not the Master of Death, but you will simply act as a way between life and death. Souls who are worthy to rest in the Paradise of death will seek you out. You will be the gateway.
"I don't want this!"
The items chose you, and my other objects have not gone wrong in choosing their owners. You were picked, and so you shall stay for the next four hundred years. If you wish to move on then, I will search for another. Until then, wait and find out why my items chose you.
"Four… hundred years?"
The women did not answer.
Harry couldn't ask anything else.
He woke up.
A/N IMPORTANT MESSAGE: Hi everyone! if you haven't seen my profile, then let me tell you what I'm doing. This is the first of 5 stories I'm posting today. I've been stuck on writing because I've been juggling between all the stories in my head. I'm going to focus on the story that gets the most views/follows/favorites/reviews ect ect. in the next week. I'll be doing a tally on 2-25-18.
So this is gonna have mostly humor, with little touches of angst (it's me, come on). I hope you guys enjoy!
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