This is my first post since 2013, kinda crazy. I hope y'all like it. There's gonna be a lot of oc's (mainly just Teddy's Hogwarts friends) and a lot of switching from Harry's POV to Teddy's

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters.

Let the story begin!

Harry James Potter could hear the last cries of the dead. Every day, screams plagued his mind. People pleading for mercy, for forgiveness. The last wish of the elderly, or simply a sigh or grunt in pain.

Muggle movies always suggested that people spoke wise words with their last breath, but more often than not, the last breath of their life here on earth was wasted with a grunt of pain, as death swooped down on them too quickly for them to speak a word.

Over the years, Harry had adapted to his new role in life. The last screams of the dying were easier to block out, as he practiced occlumency every morning. In the day, it was a soft wail in his ear, something he could mostly ignore. But it was strongest in those last moments of sleep and the first moments of the morning. The screams of the soon to depart mingled with his memories.

Every morning, he heard her. Ginny's last wish as she died haunted his dreams, his waking moments. He could see her any time he chose, but when he pulled her back up into the warm glow of the morning, her strong form would waver, her countenance grimacing. Ginny wanted rest, and Harry couldn't bare to rip her from the first peaceful rest she had been given since the war.

Harry stared at the ceiling, wishing with all his heart that his late wife would be beside him. Out of the corner of his eye, he could just trick himself that the lump of blankets really hid her lythe form. As the sun rose, reaching long bright fingers across the walls, he could not trick himself into believing that his greatest wish had come true.

Unable to bare hearing the last breaths of the dying, Harry sat up, grabbed pants off of the floor, and immediately began working on his occlumency.

This particular branch of magic always have him trouble. Harry couldn't help but grin sardonically as he sat cross legged on his floor and lit a stick of incense. What would Snape have thought if he knew Harry was using muggle practices to guard his mind? He had quickly discovered that meditation helped him access the mind magic, and every morning, he meditated to close his mind to the dead, and to give him some form of relief.

Harry slowly began building the defenses in his mind, and the screaming became softer, quieter. He could no longer make out words, and it became a dull roar in the back of his head. His mind drifted to the first time he had heard the dead crying out to him.

It was just after the battle of Hogwarts. Harry, Ron, and Hermione had climbed up to Dumbledore's old office, and Harry had just announced that he wanted nothing to do with the Elder Wand, and the Deathly Hallows. Dumbledore had been so proud. But as Harry moved to hide the wand in the office, the wand glowed. Harry yelled, and dropped the wand, but it floated lazily in the air, pointing to the ceiling. A crash sounded, Dumbledore's window breaking. The resurrection stone flew in, hovering directly in front of the wand. Finally, with the softest whisper, the cloak floated out of Harry's pocket and surrounded the wand and stone, forming the Deathly Hallow's symbol in the air. Blue light surrounded it, obscured it. And in its place formed a girl.

She was glowing, a silvery form almost like a patronus, and she was crying.

"I am sorry, Harry James Potter." Her voice echoed in the room, thick with emotion.

"What-who. .." Harry started. Confusion at the sight before him making it hard to form a sentence.

"I was the Master of Death." She smiled a sad sort of smile, tears still flowing down her face.

"Was?" Harry croaked.

She girl nodded, looking to the ground. "You have released me." She said, refusing to meet his eyes. "In casting away the Hallows, you have proved yourself worthy to be Master of Death."

Hermione clamped her hand to her mouth, Ron shook his head. "Mate, this isn't-"

Harry cut him off. "What do you mean, Master of Death?" He asked the girl, a little too sharply. She just shook her head. "I am forbidden to speak of the duties. It is for you to discover."

Anger surged through him. Again with the secrecy. Again with the deception. Only this time it wasn't Dumbledore pulling the strings, it was a mysterious apparition he could not trust. As if she knew what the boy who lived was thinking, she grabbed his hands. It felt like cool water running over his hands.

"Harry James Potter, you have become Master of Death, and you must do what I have done. You must learn of the duties and carry them out with your own mind, by your own power. You will be burdened by a great many things, but you will gain incredible power. You will lose much, but you will gain more. You, in your pure heart and selfless mind, will be capable of righting the balance of this world."

The apparition flickered, her silvery light dimming. "I must go. Time is running out. I am sorry."

And with a soft sigh of relief, the apparition melted away, leaving behind the Hallows. They plummeted to the ground, losing the silvery glow.

The screams sounded. His head pounded, screams echoing in his mind. Harry clutched at his skull, sinking to the floor.

"No, no not Harry. Don't hurt Harry, please!"

"Help, help I don't want to die!"

-joking, you actually made a joke. You haven't joked since-"

"Remus!"

"Please, mercy-please!"

Harry crumpled, and knew no more. He had woken up in the hospital wing a week later, with a splitting headache and the sounds of the dying still in his mind. And then there was the scar. Right above his heart, the symbol of the Deathly Hallows was branded onto his skin, proof of his new title.

Eleven years had passed since then, and Harry was no closer to discovering what his duties were then the day he first woke up.

The last ashes of the incense fell, as the door to Harry's room flew open.

"Harry!" Shouted a gleeful voice. A grin slipped onto the man in question's face, as he eyed the boy. Teddy had burst into his room, waving around a thick envelope with spidery green lettering. The boy was so excited his hair changed color rapidly, from blue to blonde, red to purple, black to green.

"Yes Teddy?" Harry asked, and the boy shoved the letter in his face. He just glimpsed the words "to Theodore Remus Lupin" before the boy had pulled it back and began dancing around the room.

"Have you opened it yet?" Harry asked, leaning back against his bed and stretching his legs out in front of him.

"No." Teddy whispered, staring at the letter in awe. Harry couldn't help but remember the incredible feeling when he had gotten his letter, when he had finally discovered a new world in which he wasn't a freak, or didn't have to worry about Dudley's friends beating him up. He almost remembered that time fondly.

Harry patted the floor next to him. "We'll go on, open it up!" He said. Teddy sat next to him, suddenly nervous as he stared at the letter. "What if it says I can't go?" He asked.

Harry ruffled his now brown hair. "Just open it," he said, "it'll be fine."

Ever so slowly, Teddy peeled open the envelope, peering into it as if it might bite him. Finally he pulled out the letter, and began to read.

"Dear Theodore Remus Lupin," he said, voice quivering. "We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry." He let out a loud yell, hopping up and down. Harry grinned.

"I'm going I'm going I'm going!" He shrieked, still jumping like a chocolate frog. "Can we go to Diagon Alley now Harry? Please?"

Harry laughed. "We'll go soon." He said, quickly standing up. "But first, breakfast."

Teddy's excitement was so infectious, that for the first time in years, Harry forgot about being the Master of Death, as they planned the trip to Diagon Ally, and dreamed of all the adventures to come.

Tell me what y'all think! Yeah, it pretty short, but I should be posting the next chapter soon. I just have to proof read it again.