Chapter 1

Harry felt light. Am I dead? he thought to himself. Harry opened his eyes a crack and he wasn't on the ground in front of Voldemort, nor was he back in Kings Cross. Harry sat up and was immediately met by a wave of nauseousness.

"Don't move. You will cause even more disorientation"

Harry felt himself being lifted up and placed on a dark black chair. All of a sudden, Harry saw a black cloak swish.

Dementors

"EXPECTO PATRONUM!" Harry roared.

Harry saw a blue stag erupt from the tip of his wand just as it had those few hours ago.

"Your patronum won't affect me. For I am not a dementor, nor monster nor human." The cloaked human stated.

"Yeah? Well then, what are you?" Harry said with a hint of aggressiveness.

The cloaked figure glided toward Harry. Harry saw it stop and raise his hand and perform a swishing motion in front of his body. Harry watched as the figure morph from a dementor-looking thing into the Grim Reaper.

"I led your parents to their death path. Powerful wizards they were. For I Harry, am the Grim Reaper, the Darkness, Pitch Black. I am Death. Or at least an incarnation of it." Death said with simple sincerity.

"Well Death, if you don't mind, my godson has some... butt to kick"

Harry looked over his shoulder and saw Sirius, Remus, and his parents, Lily and James.

"Mum.. Dad?" Harry whispered, "Sirius, Remus?"

"Hello Harry" was all Remus said before he, Sirius, Lily and James disappeared and reappeared in front of him. Death floated up next to them.

"My son. The great Harry Potter. The Boy-Who-Lived. My son" , James embraced his son.

"You don't have to brag Prongs. What if Teddy were up here, you would be saying the same thing to Remus."

"Shut it Padfoot"

"You Harry Potter, have been chosen to be the Master of Death. You have gathered all three Hallows." Death said, "You Harry Potter, will become immortal. You will be the one to delay the Apocalypse, Armageddon, The End of the World. You will also be the one of the few Horsemen."

At this, Lily drew a sharp intake of breath, "Did you say, one of the Horsemen?"

James paled and Harry was told by Hagrid, Sirius and Remus of his mothers attitude. It was worse than Molly Weasley.

James and Death shared a glance before James nodded and Death snapped his fingers. Within moments, Harry's dead loved ones left and Harry was placed back into the dark black chair and a desk was put in front of him.

"This will be your office. You will get notifications about wars here and you will also be watching out for the Muggles. Your first duty, do whatever you can the prevent or stop the deaths in the War that will end all Wars.", Death Explained, "Whenever you need me, just say my name and I will appear to you. Injuries you sustained in battle will heal a great deal faster than any other creature, muggle or wizard can."

With that, Death snapped his fingers.