A long time ago, a god of death was running.

"Damnit! I'll get that bastard back for this!" he panted, even as he ran through the forest, dodging trees and fallen sounds of pursuit following on his heels.

The rumour that had ben spread this time was this; if one should catch death, they will be given eternal life. It was false of course. If the men chasing him managed to catch him they would be given a one way trip to Hel's belly. But they didn't know that. The diety sighed in relief as he caught sight of a clearing, only to duck under an arrow as it flew past him. A cry of shock and pain came from the clearing, and the god cursed and sped up. Reaching the clearing he found a man on the ground. His death clock was fluctuating rapidly and the god felt a stab of guilt and sorrow. This man was not meant to die here. But now, because of him, he most likely would. He reached the man and placed his head on the gods lap. The man opened his eyes to see green eyes looking down at him with sadness.

"You are dying here because of me. This is not where you were meant to pass on. I will fulfill one request. Anything you wish for will be granted." The green eyed boy told him. The man coughed, blood spilling from his lips. Reaching out with one hand he spoke in a hoarse whisper.

"My family. Take care of my family." the man gasped. The god looked at him strangely.

"You can have anything you would ask for. I can even bring you back to life if you asked are you sure yo wish for me to look after your family?" He asked, clarifying the scope of his powers. The man choked on a laugh.

"If you can do all that... you would take far better care of my family than I could." He told the god, who closed his eyes and sighed.

"Very well, I Hadrian Potter Master of Death do swear that the Stark family will be protected." He said. The magic of his vow wrapped around them and the man died with the knowledge that his family would be safe. He just didn't realise the vow Death swore meant he would be watching over the man's family for generations to come.

{HADRIAN}

"Harry!"

"Lord Hadrian!" The voices of Hadrian's latest charges echoed across the grounds of Winterfell. At the front of the pack came Arya,Bran, and Rickon, the little boy riding on Padfoot's back. The large Grim had been putting up with small children riding him like a horse for centuries and it never ceased to amuse Harry. Behind them came Sansa, Robb, and finally Jon who followed at a sedate pace. To Harry's surprise, each child had an armful of wolf pup.

"Well hello there little ones, what do you have there?" He asked them. Rickon was the first to answer him, clumsily sliding off of Padfoot's back, clutching the bundle of black fur in his arms close to his chest. He toddled up to Harry and held up the wolf pup for the god to see.

"Shaggydog!" He announced proudly. The cub was all shaggy black fur and green eyes.

"I else want to fill me in?" Harry asked the older children, ruffling the youngest child's hair.

"On our way back here we found a direwolf! She was dead, but we found her puppies and Dad said we could keep them! There was one for each of us, see!" Bran told him excitedly, Holding up his own pup for Harry to get a good look at him before launching into a detailed account of everything that happened. He listened intently, nodding along and smiling when Bran mentioned Robb convincing their father to let them keep them.

"Good job Robb, direwolves will serve you all well. and they'll end up much bigger than Padfoot. Maybe even as big as Hel." He told them. Other than Rickon, all the children had seen Hel at her full size. The African painted dog grew to be as big as a horse, with large leathery wings. The children grinned at that. No doubt imagining riding their wolves like horses through the woods. As the children left to show their pups to everyone in Winterfell Hadrian sat together with Padfoot.

Fated huh? Harry thought, a sad smile crossed his face. Fate had never been very kind to him. The Fates were cruel. Setting people up for their amusements. They were some of the few able to undermine Harry's powers and alter death clocks.

"The Fates have been stirring since Jon was born. I don't like them playing with my charges." He said. Padfoot's jaw dropped open and Sirius' voice flowed out.

"Is that not why you marked them all at birth?" he asked his godson. Harry smiled at the memory. Each of those children had his symbol on the back of their neck, it was a faded white, like an old scar, unlike his own and his own childrens'. But it was something that would keep fate from altering their deathclocks without his knowing. It also allowed him to save them regardless of Fates' whims. They were like his adopted children. And he loved them fiercely.

"I won't let them get hurt. Even if I have to fight the whole world." He told his godfather.

"And that's why I trust you with their lives." Lord Eddard Stark said, causing Harry to turn at the sound of his voice.

"So it wasn't because I did such a good job raising you Eddie?" He asked grinning up at the lord of Winterfell, who smiled back down at the man he considered a cherished uncle.

"With all the trouble you got us into? Nay, but you never let us get too badly hurt." He laughed. Harry shrugged, then stood in a quick fluid motion.

"I suppose, but it was just the right kind of trouble, wasn't it?" Eddard laughed.

"Aye, that it was." The two fell in step talking amiably as they walked into the dinner hall, as Catelyn eyed their camaraderie with disapproval.

AN/

Well! I didn't think i was ver going to write this out! but here I am! Well first off, some basic information.

This Harry is of course, Master of Death. He travelled through many worlds, and finally he became the god of death for this world.

Padfoot: When Harry summoned the souls of his family, he pulled Sirius from the veil. He would have been left a wandering soul had Death not given him his dog form and given him to harry as a companion I cover this in an as of yet unreleased oneshot origin story.

Hel: Hel is Harry's familiar, or companion of death as it were. She's a helhound whose base form is that of the african painted wild dog.

Harry's children: I dont particularly enjoy writing OCs but Harry's children will have a place in this story. I will be introducing them through the actual story, if I continue, but I will put more info about them in the AN when I introduce them.

Harry and his children all bear the mark of the deathly hallows somewhere on their body. for harry it i on his right cheek (His face of course)

Thanks for reading and drop a review if you want me to keep going.