An: This is my first time writing a story and my English is not my first languageso I apologize in advance for any mistakes. I know it starts like a typical master of Death Harry story. It will change in the later parts.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or DC universe

Chapter one

He had finally done it. That mad man who was the sole reason for the death of his was dead. It was as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He was elated but he felt an emptiness inside him as if he had lost his purpose.

Harry Potter was tired.

Voldemort was dead. The entire wizarding world was rejoicing, yet all he wanted to do was crawl into his bed in the gryffindor dormitory. To forget everything that happened in the last year. To fall asleep and wake up to find that everything was just a nightmare. That all those who died were...

"Harry are you alright?"

"I need some sleep ,Mione," he smiled at his bushy haired best friend.

"Just go Harry we will be fine here," she gave him a hug.

The last week had been really hard for him, attending the funerals had taken a huge toll on him. He had seen his godson in the Lupin's funeral, he could see himself in Teddy . He wouldn't be able feel the love of his parents.

'Atleast, he would have me and his grandmother.' Holding on to Teddy, Harry had vowed to himself that his childhood will not be like his life with the Dursleys. Unlike him, Teddy will be loved and cherished.

'Come my master , come to me...'

"Who's that?"

He looked around. There was no one else in the dormitory. 'Great, now I am hearing voices. I must've finally gone mad .'

'Come..'

For some reason he was drawn to his trunk. He couldn't control himself as he opened it and pulled out the invisibility cloak. He found the Elder wand and the resurrection stone with it . 'But I had put them back-'

He couldn't complete the thought as he fell unconscious.

He opened his eyes and found himself in Kings Cross station.

"Am I dead again?"

"No Mr Potter you're not dead" Harry saw a woman in a black cloak and a scythe walking towards him. He felt a shiver go through his spine as she came closer.

"Who are you?"

"I am Death, Harry and you have mastered my Hallows"

'There goes my plans on having a normal life' Harry sighed.

"I can't be the master of Death. I lost the stone in the forest and put the wand back in Dumbledore's tomb-"

"You accepted that death was inevitable and greeted me as a friend. More importantly you didn't seek the Hallows out they came to you on their own. That makes you the Master of Death. Now let me tell you about your training-"

"Training, what training?"

"For your duties of course. Did you really think that Master of Death was just a silly title?" Death giggled.

"Duties?" Harry could see huge headache coming from miles away.

"Yes, as the MoD you will have to help me out. You will have to deal with all the wannabe immortals, those who try to cheat me, magicals trying to take over the world,...you know the usual."Seeing his horror struck face "Don't worry sweetheart as I told you I will train you about your duties and you new gifts. That reminds me-"

"Wow , Death wait a minute, I didn't want to be the MoD."

"You can have the Hallows I don't want them. Now leave me alone and let me have a normal life."

Sighing Death took off the hood of her cloak. She was the most beautiful woman that he had ever seen. He couldn't describe her beauty. She gave him a soft smile.

"I am sorry Harry , but you don't have a choice in this. Once you've mastered the Hallows you can't give it back. They have become a part of you."

"Why does these things always happen to me?"

"I really don't have an answer to that. Maybe it's the infamous Potter luck." She gave a sly smile.

"So Death -"

"Call me Hela, Harry."

"So you said something about duties and new gifts?"

"You are immortal. No injury or illness will harm you."

"So I won't age?"

"You will be age till you want to. I won't recommend stopping now. You will be an eternal teenager. I wouldn't want that. You know all the hormones." She made a face. Harry wondered what death, no Hela , had against teenagers.

"It's nothing personal Harry, it's just hard to collect the souls of teenagers. So much angst."

"You can read my mind? Wait. Don't answer that of course you can read my mind you are literally Death. So why not seventeen?"

" You will thank me later. After many years people will get suspicious if you remain seventeen for the rest of your life. So you will stop ageing at your prime. Then I'll put a s glamour on you that can't be broken so you will to age until you decide to do what you want with your life."

"What about the duties?"

"I get on that later dear." At the sceptical look in his face "Don't worry I will train you. Now get back to the living Harry. You do need rest."

"Wait, where are we? How will I see you again?-"

"You are in the limbo. I will know when you need me."

Harry found himself overwhelmed by darkness as he passed out again.

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