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Summary of Legends: Immortality:

"Someone once said; "Out of the eternal struggle to uphold the balance between light and dark, comes the birth of Legends." That someone did not say that Legends could not die." Harry tried to back away, the fear radiating off him yet vortex of the portkey whirling around him prevented that. "Who are you?" A cold deep voice cynically laughed in his ear making the hair on the back of his neck stand on end as two eyes of molten silver gazed back ancient beyond reckoning "You tell me."

Prologue

Death: The Journal of Harry James Potter.

Date: 31st July 2280 A.D

Entry: You have been a faithful companion these last 280 years Death. I'm afraid it is now time to bid you farewell. My time comes. I can smell it now even though I have some time yet. I wanted to thank you for your help all these years. It was a relief to unload this burden on someone...anyone...even though it was only a diary. If ever you are found by another, you know what to do, if they are worthy, then teach them, help them, guide them, and ensure my friend that the legacy of the Fallen lives on. They deserve to be remembered. They were heroes. Take care of yourself brother, your sentient and intelligent enough to know how.

Goodbye.

Now to anyone who finds this and is able to read it: Death is as you will most likely find out a sentient and highly intelligent diary created by the manipulation of energy in a long forgotten manner.

I am Harry James Potter. The last scion of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Potter. The Boy-who-Lived. The Chosen One. The slayer of the Dark Lord Voldemort who was the greatest dark lord in history, Daemon the Destroyer, the one who obliterated Australia, Ireland, Scotland and the northern half of England before I slit his throat, Vesper the Vicious, she whose pretty deep golden face was etched in a permanent snarl, and the latest one the Dark Phoenix, he who called himself immortal, and hence named himself after the immortal avian. Hah...i put his name to the test. I am the Ex-Minister of Magic for 17 different countries. The Ex-Chief Warlock for the International Confederation of Wizards. The creator of the Equal Rights and Opportunities for all Intelligent Life Forms Act. The founder of Obsidia a small self-sustaining country with three things that make it prosper; lack of money/currency, lack of religion, lack of backstabbing politicians who after getting into office bend the nation over the metaphorical table and arse-rape it those three things put with its undefeated and unbeatable warriors make it the most powerful country in the world. I am the last Marauder alive. I am Harry Potter 300 years old today and also finally dead and gone from this cold harsh world. You would not be able to read this much alone see this book if you were not deemed worthy. Therefore I gift you Death. Read him and he will teach you, guide you, train you, help you, and if necessary protect you and if you pass his test...well that's for you to find out. This is my story. This is my legacy. Ensure its survival.

Good luck child...you shall need it.

Fare thee well.

H.P

His withered hand dully aching sadly closed the book. "Goodbye my friend." Croaked out of his ancient mouth. Rising and turning with a smoothness that for someone of his years should not have been possible Harry proudly walked towards the door. Pausing at the handle he took a deep breath, his eyes closed, his features softening, his shoulders relaxing, his chest rising with the inhalation, and for the first time in his extraordinarily long life, Harry Potter appeared at peace. Pushing the door open without opening his eyes, Harry softly spoke "Go Death, you are not mine to keep any longer." A moment later his powerfully enhanced senses felt the air swirl to cover the space the ancient tome had occupied less than a second beforehand. Without turning Harry Potter glided out of the room on silent feet radiating a sense of dignity with a slight smile on his face disappearing mid-step. He had a date 299 years overdue with Death.

Reappearing as silently as he had left Harry padded along the cold, dark, and empty corridor lacking in all but bricks except a large pair of double oak doors at the least a foot thick nigh five hundred feet before him. Finally he thought as he walked at a pace that belied his age I can rest. Finally I can once again meet everyone I lost over the years. I can meet all of Hogwarts again. And I can be together with my family. All too soon however he was nearing the great double doors that opened of their own accord as he got within ten feet of them. I come.

Harry stopped at the threshold. This was it. He was going to join them. He would at last be free of all his burdens. He could finally rest. Taking the last step and crossing into the room the great doors of which once again shut of their own accord, he was greeted by a sight that was the only thing that frightened him. A being whose sex was indeterminable due to the writhing shadows crawling all over it. The enshrouded being looked up at him, the only thing visible, two cold, hard orbs of complete and utter molten silver for eyes with silver even where the whites should have been. They held a gaze that bespoke undeniable intelligence and felt ancient enough to make him feel like a new born babe. Fuck should have known that after being hunted down and wanted dead all my fucking life I'm not even allowed to bloody die in peace.

Then the ringing laughter of the being assaulted his ears. He cannot have heard me. "I could have child and I did."

"Who are you?"

"Someone once said that "Out of the eternal struggle to uphold the balance between light and dark comes the birth of legends"..."

Harry's emerald green eyes widening in fear, shock, denial and finally rage. His mind going through 286 years worth of memories in less than a second.

Harry had grabbed a hold of Cedric's body and had summoned the portkey to himself. It was in the vortex of unending colour as he spun around by his navel at ferocious velocities that this being had first come to him. "Someone once said; "Out of the eternal struggle to uphold the balance between light and dark, comes the birth of Legends." That someone did not say that Legends could not die." The voice whispered in his ear. Harry tried to back away, the fear radiating off him.

"Who are you?"

"You tell me." The being laughed back. Then he was back at Hogwarts. Sound assaulted him, his vision blurred and for that second the being was back but in his mind this time, "you will remember when you need to". Then his vision cleared.

Harry breathed back "That someone did not say that Legends could not die. Fuck no I don't give a fuck who the fuck you are I don't want none of this shit. I'm going to my family."

"Try it."

Calmly raising his eleven inch phoenix tail feather holly wand, Harry intoned the two words he had been desperate to since the death of Sirius while glaring hatefully into the eyes of the being before him. "Avada Kedavra!" the sheer power of the spell buckled his arm as the blinding green light encased the top half of his body. It ended as fast as it had begun. Harry stared at his wand in shock, betrayal clearly written across his features.

"Why?" The growl escaped a tightly clenched jaw as the magic imbued in that one word cracked the ancient stones making up this room that by the smell of them had withstood the sands of time.

"That is something that you have to answer Potter. I shall tell you this though. There are Legends being born every second either in the past, the present, or the future. You cannot pick yourself. Here are the Raa twins. Ancient Egypt, year 6000 B.C. Help them. Farewell." With that the being melded back into the shadows that surrounded him and Harry was alone once more. The only sign of him ever being there was the gateway of shadows materialising on the far wall. Fine Fate you fucking bitch you wanna fuck with me mark my words. I will see you later. He carried on cursing as he stalked to the far wall of the large, empty, cold grey room. Wait...that's my voice. What the fuck is going on?

A cynical laughter echoed in his head. Took you long enough to figure out.

How? I'm immune to Legilimency and prove it.

Aye so we are. Proof: December 27th 2037 at the age of 57 we removed our mind to a subspace pocket accessible only to us as it was created with our magical core and hence technically to the rest of the world it does not even exist on Earth or in Space to anyone but us.

I'll accept I have to find out WHY and I'm guessing your future me, so what do I have to do to get out of it and where are you going?

You're right on the first two. Help the Raa twins. Find yourself. Learn. 300 years back to save us.

But you're not me anymore are you? You're not Harry Potter anymore.

I have become Slypher.

With that Harry was once again alone. Fuck it. He thought as he leapt through the shadows. They encased him and smothered him, insubstantial yet there and seemed to come to life in his presence. Harry felt as the wear and tear along with his years was stripped from his body healing him of every injury he had ever received no matter how minor and also restoring him to his old self. The body of when he was in his prime and the most powerful being to walk the planet. Harry Potter had a task. In Egypt 8280 years ago the Raa twins awaited. I come. He thought resolutely as he closed his eyes and let the magic flow over him.

It had begun.