A large popping noise echoed in a secluded alleyway scaring hundreds of rats. After a while a disgustingly pale body cloaked in a black robes stepped out into the town and started walking towards a hidden home. The shady pale character saw a disgusting muggle run up towards him.
"Nice costume, mister!"
He saw the small boy's smile falter as he ran near enough to see beneath the hood of the cloak, saw the fear cloud his pained face: Then the child turned and ran away... Beneath the robe he fingered the handle of his wand... One simple movement and the child would never reach his mother... but unnecessary, quite unnecessary...
And along a new and darker street he moved, and now his destination was in sight at last, the Fidelius Charm broken, though they did not know it yet... And he made less noise than the dead leaves slithering along the pavement as he drew level with the dark hedge, and steered over it...
They had not drawn the curtains; he saw them quite clearly in their little sitting room, the tall black-haired man in his glasses, making puffs of colored smoke erupt from his wand for the amusement of the small black-haired boy in his blue pajamas. The child was laughing and trying to catch the smoke, to grab it in his small fist...
A door opened and the mother entered, saying words he could not hear, her long dark-red hair falling over her face. Now the father scooped up the son and handed him to the mother. He threw his wand down upon the sofa and stretched, yawning...
The gate creaked a little as he pushed it open, but James Potter did not hear. His white hand pulled out the wand beneath his cloak and pointed it at the door, which burst open...
He was over the threshold as James came sprinting into the hall. It was easy, too easy, he had not even picked up his wand...
"Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off!"
Hold him off, without a wand in his hand!... He laughed before casting the curse...
"Avada Kedavra!"
The green light filled the cramped hallway, it lit the pram pushed against the wall, it made the banisters glow like lighting rods, and James Potter fell like a marionette whose strings were cut...
He could hear her screaming from the upper floor, trapped, but as long as she was sensible, she, at least, had nothing to fear... He climbed the steps, listening with faint amusement to her attempts to barricade herself in... She had no wand upon her either... How stupid they were, and how trusting, thinking that their safety lay in friends, that weapons could be discarded even for moments...
He forced the door open, cast aside the chair and boxes hastily piled against it with one lazy wave of his wand... and there she stood, the child in her arms. At the sight of him, she dropped her son into the crib behind her and threw her arms wide, as if this would help, as if in shielding him from sight she hoped to be chosen instead...
"Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry!"
"Stand aside, you silly girl... stand aside, now."
"Not Harry, please no, take me, kill me instead "
"This is my last warning "
"Not Harry! Please... have mercy... have mercy... Not Harry! Not Harry! Please I'll do anything..."
"Stand aside. Stand aside, girl!"
He could have forced her away from the crib, but it seemed more prudent to finish them all...
The green light flashed around the room and she dropped like her husband. The child had not cried all this time. He could stand, clutching the bars of his crib, and he looked up into the intruder's face with a kind of bright interest, perhaps thinking that it was his father who hid beneath the cloak, making more pretty lights, and his mother would pop up any moment, laughing
He pointed the wand very carefully into the boy's face: He wanted to see it happen, the destruction of this one, inexplicable danger. The child continued to stare with luminescent eyes so like the green of the Killing Curse, it was so inexplicably irksome, It's eyes overpowering his very soul, he couldn't stand looking at his possible bane anymore.
"Avada Kedavra!"
Then the most impossible thing happened the curse as it hit the boy rebounded towards him, Voldemort's eyes widened fearfully, as it shattered his soul's connection to his mortal body. He screamed in agony as the boy fell down onto his bed, unconscious, he looked around with something akin to eyes but more like sensing colors in every direction. Then his soul fled out into the cool black night of Halloween while the insides of the house crumbled to pieces and Harry Potter vanished with a resounding crack and a huge flash of white light.
A little child no younger than seven years old woke up in an other worldly room that was colored pure white in every direction. He knew he had been there for years and yet, seconds before he was an infant. The child could not wrap his mind around this annoying contradiction. He stood up and looked around thinking that it was horribly odd that there was nothing here. He started to think he could be dead, because he remembered that the green light he was hit with had killed his parents so it must have killed him, when all of a sudden a loud rasping voice spoke.
"You are not dead young master."
He turned around and looked at the source of the voice and then recoiled in fear. The entity that hunched before him wore a long black cloak that looked like a moth had eaten away at it. It's face was white as marble and it had black endless eyes that seemed to swirl and swallow the light around it's face. The male looking character had a long brown beard surrounding an aristocratic face.
"Who... what are you?" the boy spoke in a soft almost fearful voice
"I am that which nothing escapes I am... Death" Death spoke with a whisper. It stood a little taller. "And you are my master." Death continued in a louder voice.
"So I am the Master of Death that sounds very catchy." Death gains a twinkle in his eye "But why am I seven years old and how did I become your master?" Harry asks
"The reason you are seven years of age is possible because I needed you to be and, time flows rather oddly here. The reason you are master of me is because of the Deathly Hallows... even though it was rather odd how you acquired them." Death contemplates
Flashback
A boy with jet black hair and killing curse green crawls along a red and orange carpet over towards a man with the exact same face except with hazel colored eyes and an air of ever present laughter about him. He holds in his hands a beautiful cloak.
"Oh James look at little Harry he is trying to get the cloak." A mother with auburn hair and the same green eyes as the little child cries in delight.
"Oh! you're not getting this cloak my boy." The man laughs deeply then sadly he stops and takes on a somber expression and asks. "Lily how is your research going?"
"I think I've found a very useful spell it called the Fidilius Spell it takes the secret of a dwelling and hide it in the soul of a person called the secret keeper." Lily explains while walking into the kitchen with James.
Harry continues to crawl towards the cloak the now lies forgotten on the floor where his parents left it. As he touches the cloak a loud gong is heard in the ears of the child then a small trickle of liquid looking energy is sucked into the child and he falls to the ground unconscious.
Flashback ends
"That is how you got to own my cloaks power." Death whispers.
"So I could turn invisible and no one would ever find me." The boy asks.
"Yes."
"So how did I get the rest." Death begins again.
Flashback
"James" A horribly old voice asks. "I need to show you something."
"What is Dumbledore I've got Harry to watch over here." A brown haired man says in a English accent.
"Well than bring the boy along." He says in grandfatherly tone.
Both adults walk into James' office and sit down in chairs facing each other. The old one has a long white beard that touches his stomach he has half mooned spectacles with blue eyes.
"James I need your basilisk venom to kill this dark magic filled ring."
"Why, what is the magic used in it?" James asks.
"It is called a horcrux it is used to store part of the soul into a container and make your soul live on while your body dies thus making one immortal unless you destroy all these objects." The Headmaster states while James gasps I horror.
"Who made them Headmaster."
"I think we both know the answer to that James." The Headmaster adopted his grandfather persona.
"You know who, hopefully he only made that one."
"Yes I do believe you're right however I believe for personal reason that he made more than one." James formed a disgusted face.
"What monster could possibly do this to himself." James asked disgustedly
"Now, now James this is Voldemort we are talking about here it is obvious that he was a monster before this came to light." Dumbledore spoke in calming voice.
"Then I'll go get the venom at once please hold onto Harry, Professor." James asked with resolve and determination in his eyes.
"Of course James." Dumbledore says while James walks out to his potions room.
"Now little Harry." Dumbledore say while bouncing the green eyed baby up and down. "I will be using you in the future for the greater good of me." The headmaster say the last two words below his breath.
"Dumbledore I got the venom please set Harry on your chair I don't want him to get hurt." James says and as Dumbledore stands a little stone falls out of his pocket and energy from the stone siphons into Harry Potter's body making him scream and writhe until unconscious. Dumbledore turn his eyes widen and he bend back down to pick up the stone.
Flashback ends
"Well that had to be just plain luck." Harry states in disbelief.
"It was not young master." Death say in his rasping voice. "Now I will show you how you got the last thing this one was not nearly as exciting as the rest but still"
Flashback
"Ah lily I need you to choose the secret keeper." Dumbledore asks
"Of course headmaster it took awhile for us to decide seeing as we all wanted Sirius but Padfoot Argued that Peter would be a much better choice because no one would suspect him so in the end everyone decided on Peter."
"Peter ah yes not very many O.W.L's but still pretty decent at herbology and astronomy." Dumbledore mumbled "Still don't know why I chose him as an apprentice." The Headmaster mumbled as lily was distracted by Harry jumping on the couch. Before she could stop Harry he jumped on the headmaster and grabbed his wand then he preceded to wave it around making papers fly around in a circle. After he had calmed down some he dropped the wand and Dumbledore with a fearful look on his face picked up and said. "Well lily I must be off things to do you know." Dumbledore fled the house, when he reached the edge of the wards he dissaperated to Hogwarts.
"That is how you became my master Harry Potter." Death spoke in an ethereal tone while point his finger at him.
"Ok, man I am lucky." Death chortled
"Maybe, probably not because you now must begin training