Summary- After being put through too much and having been stabbed in the back on to many times Harry decides to take a trip through the veil. Hoping his death would give him more peace then his life ever did. Only to find out once he had passed through the veil that the title of master of death is very much a real on and that not only that but it wasn't his time to die. Instead Death makes a deal with one where he is reincarnated, in another work, with all of his memory intact. But how will Harry deal with a world where there are gods, where he is half-god, where he has a twin named Percy Jackson. Better yet how will this world deal with Harry, especially since he still the Hallows and his magic?
Chapter one
Harry stared at the people in front of him with emotionless eyes and a dead look on his face as he continued to listen as they tried to explain, to make an excuse, for what he had just found out. As he did this Harry couldn't even bring himself to feel like screaming at them that he knew every word out of their mouths was nothing but lies. That it had been noting but lies for years and Harry had known that for a while know.
But, honestly Harry couldn't bring himself to care; he hadn't for a while now. He had just wanted to see how they would attempt to justify what they had done when it was all thrown in front of them. It could easily say that they were doing a poor job at it and Harry could feel himself sinking deeper into the abyss of emptiness as his so called friends went from stuttering excuses to screaming at him that it was all somehow his fault.
Hearing this last bit Harry could feel a spark of annoyance make its way through the detached state his mind was in and while raising an eyebrow had to ask, in a rather dry tone.
"And pray tell, just how is this my fault? Did I make you drug me, did I make you steal from me or did I somehow make you backstabbing traitors before I even met you?" After saying this Harry grabbed a nearby water and began to slowly sib it, eyebrow still raised, as he once again started to listen to their excuses.
You know for someone who had been called the smartest girl in her class Hermione really wasn't good at justifying her action. Though neither were Ron, Ginny or Molly for that matter, but Harry already long since known that about them.
After listening to their pathetic attempts at defending themselves, and seeing that the people in front of him were getting ready to start cursing him, decided it was best that he left. Besides he could feel something building up behind the emptiness that was currently cloaking him and he got the feeling that he would want to be long gone, and far away from the traitors, when it finally did break through the nothingness he was currently feeling.
This in mind Harry pulled on his magic and after tearing down the wards that were around the Barrow, apparated out of there. Letting loose a small, almost bitterly amused, chuckle at the screams of the traitors as he did so.
Harry, once he was away from everything, felt like a damn of some sort in his mind had just been completely obliterated as all the emotions that he hadn't been able to feel before came rushing at him all at once. Leaving him drowning in feelings of Rage, depression, resentment, exasperation, betrayal, heart break, disbelief, shock, incredulity, and indignation.
Harry feeling completely overwhelmed by these emotions collapsed down to his knees, and let loose an absolutely bone chilling howl as he tried to pull, and failed, to pull himself together. After all even if he had known about it, finding undeniable prove that the majority of his life, the happiness in his life, had all be fabricated and a ploy to control him was enough to completely break him.
Harry after letting out the emotional outburst out felt drained, not empty, not emotionless, just completely and utterly drained. Harry couldn't recall a time, outside the time he had spent in Voldemort's loving tender care, that he had felt worse, and even then that was debatable.
Swallowing, Harry started to sink into a deep dark sea of self-loathing, as in the back of his head a voice started to speak up. Questioning, and making him some negative thoughts start to make their way into his thoughts. Thoughts such as what if it was all something about him? What if there was something in his very being that made people either betray him, completely hate him, or worst of all die on him.
This last thought, of those dying on him, caused Harry to recall a certain death; one that had turned out to be one of the more life changing deaths out there. Thinking like he was caused Harry to recall the death of his godfather, Sirius in great detail; including just what had supposedly killed him. After thinking on this Harry couldn't help but wonder what had really happened that day, couldn't help but ponder just what really happened beyond the veil and what really was there here to stop him from going to find out?
But Harry knew that before he did anything remotely like find out if Dumbledore was right about the veil or not, he first need to get a couple of things done. Things like, if the veil would really killing him like the majority of this Wizarding world seemed to believe, then certain traitors weren't going to get a single knot off of him. This meant before Harry went and did anything he would first need to get to Gringotts, the wizarding bank, and update his will.
Knowing this Harry couldn't help but the thankful, that unknown to the Weasely's and a certain Ganger, he had been forgiven by the Goblin nation for what he had been forces to do during the war, and had even been able to move to a neutral setting when the Goblins were concerned. Opposed to the rest of the wizarding world, who were still as a majority, on the negative side of the Goblins; some a lot more so then the others.
Once Harry reached Gringotts, and had nodded politely to the Goblins guarding the door of the bank, he went up to a specific desk; knowing just were to go because of previous dealing with the Goblins. At the same time as he did this Harry couldn't help but feel a bit grateful that he had apparently made it to the bank during its slowest hours and that because of that said bank was nearly completely empty.
Harry once he reached the desk and saw that the goblin at the desk was looking at him, waiting to see just what he wanted, seeing as said goblin desk really wasn't on most people went too often.
Seeing this look and seeing that said goblin was starting to get irritated at the fact that Harry wasn't speaking, despite the fact that Harry hadn't even been there for a minute. Harry decided that it would be best if he speak up and speak up quickly. This in mind Harry looked at the metal name plate on the goblin's desk and in a rather form tone began to speak.
"Hello, Resolverupturer, I am here to have the Will I wrote up a little over a year ago rewritten. I have sound out some rather vital information that changes everything I had first put in my will." This said Harry waited to see what Resolverupturer was going to say. And after seeing the look in said Goblin's eyes got a sinking feeling in his gut that he really wasn't going to like what was going to be said to him. This feeling was proven right when the goblin in an almost amused tone told him.
"So it seems you finally found out about all that did you. Well we did warn you about it all as best we could without breaking the confidentiality agreement the Goblins were forced to make all those years ago. If you didn't want to heed said warning then there really wasn't much we could do for you; despite the small amount of standing you may have among us." Harry hearing this felt his eye twitch and had to take a deep breath before he could continue. Wondering all the while that if this was how they treated him when he was considered neutral how horrible were they to normal witches and wizards while they were completely unaware of it all.
"Yes, Resolverupturer I should have listened to the warnings I was given by the nation. I am willing to listen now; in fact I am very much willing to pay for the goblins nations help in make sure that certain thieves get some very much goblin styled justice." Something he said must have been akin to the magic words because the grin that Resolverupturer gave Harry sent shivers straight down his spine, and that was before said goblin began to speak.
"That sir is something the goblin's would be delighted to do, even more so when we are paid the correct amount." The purr that was in the Goblin's tone when he said this had Harry once again shivering.
But before he could let this get to him Harry remembered why he had come in the first place, besides getting some much needed revenge, and that was to rewrite his will. So with that in mind Harry started speaking with the goblin again; enjoying the growing grin that was making his way onto the goblin's face as he did so.
"Well sir goblin, I would be happy to pay the price you are asking but first I would love to get my will sorted away. This way if anything were to 'mysteriously' happen to me. Then certain people wouldn't be able to use things they didn't have before to attempt to get away from their justice. Not only that but with what I have planned for my will it will be something very much like rubbing salt in their wound when they find out." This said Harry watched as the Goblin pulled out the parchment that the Wills were supposed to be written on and urged Harry on; obviously eager to see just what Harry mind had come up it.
Harry seeing this resisted the urge to cackle slightly before he leaned forward and began to explain just what he was planning on doing to the Goblin. Which had the unfortunate, and hair raising effect, of cause the Goblin to cackle evil as he took in everything Harry was planning on doing. Which rounded up to basically all but empty all the money he had in the banks and split in between the goblins and several other originations that wouldn't benefit the Weasley, or the wizarding world, in the least bit.
Before leaving said vaults to the Weasley which when they opened it is where the revenge would start. Because inside that vault was only seven silver coins, the sign of a traitor in both wizarding and Goblin ways, and that was only the beginning of it because if Harry could read the goblins grin right, which he was quite sure he could, then the traitor would be begging for a death to get way from the shame of everything long before the Goblins were ready to grant them that request.
Harry seeing this look could honestly say that he did almost feel sorry for his exfriends, almost but not quite, instead Harry found himself looking forward to it. Even if he knew he wouldn't be there to see it all happen seeing as what he did have planned and all was going to be what set everything it to motions. Speaking of what he had planned Harry really needed to get going and set said plan into motion. Before certain someone's found him and put an end to said planes before they were even set into motion.
That in mind Harry once again nodded politely to the goblins around him before heading out of the bank, for what he knew was for the last time. Knowing this, and knowing it also meant that it would probably mean that this was also the last time that he would ever walk through Diagon Alley as well. Realizing this Harry took a deep breath before decided to hell with it, it wasn't like this place had meant anything to him in the last couple of years, besides perhaps a new prison, that in mind Harry took off in a dead run to his new destination; a smile, a real smile, making it's self at home on his face for the first time in at least a year.
It didn't take Harry long to make it to the Ministry, nor did it take him long to get to the room that the veil was in. Making Harry have to shake his head at the pure stupidity of the wizarding world. I mean only a couple of years ago several teens, still in school, had managed to easily break into and yet they still did nothing to improve their defenses after this. Think on this for a bit Harry had to shake his head again because if anything it was easier to break into this place then it had been before. But then again that really was just like the wizarding world. Harry thought he really should have known that seeing how as until they didn't have a chose the majority of the wizarding world did stick their head in the sand about Voldemort; it seemed the sane side had all died out with the end of the war.
Feeling a bit about this last thought, even if he did strongly believe that it was correct for the most part ,decided that it would be best if he got his mind off of that train of thought and instead work with the advantage that he had been given. This in mind Harry quickly headed toward the veil wanting to go through with his plan before he started second guessing himself. Or before his luck kicked in once again and somehow, despite the fact that it wasn't being guarded, someone found out her was there; by pure chance.
Thinking on this Harry rushed towards the fluttering veil that had first stolen his godfather from him and without a second of hesitation threw himself into its depths. As he did this Harry shuttered slightly as he felt a sudden bone numbing chill go down his spine and complete darkness covering him from head to toe; leaving it impossible to even seen the nose on his face as he did so.
That is until it all suddenly disappeared and Harry began to feel as if he had suddenly been enclosed in a large startlingly warm hug. This feeling caused Harry to snap open eyes that he didn't even recall closing.
Once he did this Harry would only stare wide eyed at what was in front of him. Because it looked that he was no longer in the pitch black innards of the veil; far from it in fact. Now instead of the void of darkness he had entered when he had first thrown himself into the veil Harry found himself in a small but absolutely breath taking wooded area. Not only that but he wasn't alone this place.
Seeing this Harry felt a spark of hope enter his chest, hoping that somehow that the person in the area with him was actually Sirius. Only to feel a biting disappointment when he took a closer look at the person in front of him and noticed that he in no way could be Sirius. For on the man was way too tall, and for another despite how powerful his godfather may have been the man in front of him was in a whole nother ledge. In fact Harry never felt anyone as powerful as this man in front of him; he even made Voldemort and all his power seem like an annoying nit in comparison.
Harry seeing this felt the disappointment he had just been feeling disappear and be replaced by a strong sense of weariness. As he began to wonder just where he was and just who the man in front of him was because Harry was sure that he was no longer in the veil, if he had every really entered it, and the man in front of him was most certainly not human. The pure otherworldly feel the man gave off, and the fact that the long black cloak he was wearing seemed to part of his very being, showed Harry that much.
Swallowing slightly and wondering just where he was Harry started to head towards the otherworldly being knowing that the only way he would be getting answers was from him; even if Harry wasn't quite sure how to feel about this. Gathering all the courage he could Harry made his way toward the man and once he reached him Harry asked; keeping his tone as polite as he could knowing from experience good manners could mean the difference between life and death.
"Excuse me sir, would you, if you don't mind that is, please tell me where I currently am. Because I feel like this is no longer the veil and was wondering if that perhaps I was brought to this place for a reason." Harry was rather startled when after asking this the figure gave a good natured, deep from the belly, laugh. Startling him enough that he almost didn't hear the answer that he was given; almost.
"I think I really chose correctly when I picked you for all of this, both polite but not afraid to ask what is necessary you will need that when you get to where you will be going." Hearing this Harry felt his eyes go wide and felt even more questions beginning to form in his mind; as well as a good deal of anger at the fact that someone else was once again trying to control his life.
But before he could even voice any of these, something Harry got the feeling was a good thing because what he had been planning on saying, the being continued on. This time truly answering Harry's earlier question as well as the other question that had begun to form in Harry's mind.
"I guess you could call me death, at least that is what the people from your dimension seemed determined to call me…though I have been known as many more different names. And before you ask what I meant when I mentioned picking you for this I meant when I allowed you to find and use my Hallows. However do no let that childhood story fool you there is no way you are the Master of death, death has no master it has been here since before the beginning of time and will continue to be so until the end. How that every got twisted into the tale I will never know…most likely some power hunger fool who wanted to believe it." Here the being who told Harry that he was called Death seemed to glare off in the distance before looking back at Harry and upon seeing his confused, if no slightly terrified face, shuffled a chuckle before continuing.
"Now I see you are confused about the letting part I said about the Hallows correct? Well unlike what that child's tale says the Hallows weren't made to show the master of anything. Rather they were made by me so that I could find the best….I guess you say fitting help for something I need. Those Hallows made you my legacy someone who will be my hands and mouth among the world I am sending you to." Here 'Death' saw that Harry was about to start freaking out and raised a hand to stop him before continuing on; again grinning at the look on Harry's face as he did so.
"Now before you freak out about that or think that I am somehow going to control you through those Hallows know two things. That is not allowed and that I wouldn't do that to you. I also want you to know that going to the new world will not only help me but you as well. What I mean by this is the fact that yes I will be sending you to another world to be my hands and mouth; I am also giving a new chance and a whole nother life. One were you will be born with a brother, a twin brother and have a chance for happiness. One that you would not have in this world. " Again Death paused as he let what he was saying sink into Harry's head and upon seeing that Harry no longer looked anger about he was being told, but rather exited, 'Death' continued on.
"Know I can't tell you a whole lot about the new world you are going to be sent to or what is going to happen that makes it so I need you to be my hands and mouth…that is something that is against the natural rule of things. But I can tell you that this world is completely different, yet strangely similar to the world you came from. I can also say that you will have a rather large…family or you will more so in the future, and that in the future your life will get more difficult….but to contract that you will have a twin brother who will be with you every step of the way, you will have powers, as well as your magic…though that may change a bit given all the circumstances. Also because I want you to be best prepared for everything, plus I think it would be funny, I am making sure that when I do send you to this new world you will also have all you memories." Then while Harry was absorbing all the information he had been told, and before he could really react, he found himself falling through another void; one that 'Death' had opened with a wave of his hand
As Harry disappear in to the void, heading to this new world, attempted to take a closer look at 'death curious as to just what he may look like only to end up being highly confused as what he saw once he did this. Because all he could see from underneath that pitch black cloak that seemed to make up death were eyes that looked like they were made up of the constellations; something that both highly confused Harry and for some reason also sent a shiver of fear down his spine.
A.N- oh and I have a couple of questions regarding what you guys think should be going on in this story before I add another chapter. First do you think one Harry joins the Percy Jackson world do you think I should add a couple of chapters of their childhood or do you think I should go right into the Lighting their story? Do you think that I should let Harry keep his magic or do you think I should only let him keep a smaller amount of his magic and the rest of it go to what every gifts his father's blood would have given him making it stronger? Do you think Harry's magic should mix into Percy giving him a small amount of magic as well? Also just how do you guys thing Harry should behave behavior wise in this story, please keep in mind that he does have all his previous memories in his head and he is basically a very jaded teen in a child's body… Oh and just for a couple of laughs do you think I should make Harry's Percy's twin sister instead of his twin brother?