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Chapter One: King's Cross. Again.

Harry didn't know where he was.

He distinctly remembered walking to the Gryffindor Common Room, and climbing the stairs in a dream-like state. In his mind, he only had one objective. To sleep. Harry remembered eating a sandwich, taking a shower, than falling asleep. He remembered the war and the fact that many had died. He knew the castle was in shambles, he knew there were still some death eaters in the loose, but they all seemed like distant, faraway memories. When he was sleeping, he fell into an alternate universe, comforted by the fact that it was over at last. He slept for the first time in what felt like ages. He slept peacefully, knowing that this time, there was no one who was going the harm him. And then he woke up.

The first thing Harry saw was white. Pure blinding white. Reaching for his glasses, he realized that this time, he had glasses. Quietly, he stood up, and he realized that he was back in King's Cross. Suddenly, a small whooshing noise alerted Harry of someone else's presence. Harry looked up, expecting his mentor, Albus Dumbledore, the be walking towards him, but instead, a dark, hooded figure was slowly making its way towards him. As the figuregot closer, a cold, empty feeling filled Harry. "EXPECTO PATRONUM!" As the large stag burst from Harry's wand, the figure gave a cold laugh.

"I am not a dementor." He said. The figure's voice was cold and ruthless, but at the same time, infinitely softer than Voldemort's.

"Then who are you?" Harry kept his wand steady, pointed straight at the hooded creature.

"You can not harm me. I can not die." The figure was now only a foot away from Harry.

"Every human must die. Even those who seek immortality. Have you heard about the fall of Voldemort?" Harry backed away.

"But I am not human."

"I can see that. What are you?" Harry was now curious.

"I am Death." Harry lowered his wand.

"You are what?"

"I am Death. I am Death in it's purest, deepest form." The figure, Death, stated. Harry took a moment the hide his shock. Finally, he found his voice.

"If you are really "Death", then tell me why I'm here. If you can't, send me back. Please." Harry looked at Death.

"Have you not found out already?"

"No."

"Very well. You, Harry James Potter, you are the Master of Death. Which means you are my master." Death's voice said evenly. Harry was shocked again. After all he did, he still had to become the master of this, this thing?

"That's not true. I didn't combine the Hallows."

"Oh, but you had them all a some point. You were wearing the cloak, holding the stone, and by that time, you were already the master of the Elder Wand."

"Very well. I'm your master. Can I go back?" He asked.

"If you want. But remember this. You may call on me at any moment. You may condemn anyone the death, and you can not be killed. One day, when the time is right, you will call me and condemn yourself to death."

"So the only way I can die, is if I choose to?"

"That is correct."

"Well then. Can I please go back now?"

Harry opened his eyes to see the familiar golden roof of the Gryffindor boy dormitory.