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Chapter 1- Freedom

He stood in a field filled with wildflowers and luscious green grass. No, Harry saw it wasn't a field, but a beautiful meadow. The sky, held mostly clouds that covered the blue sky in a grey blanket. But Harry could see the sun's light peaking through open patches, giving the earth an angelic glow. Harry could feel the Magic dancing around him, as if asking him to come and play. Harry smiled gently, letting the breeze carress his cheeks and body, lifting up fallen petals of different flowers.

When Harry thout the moment to be pure bliss, a silver mist formed in the air around Harry. Harry smiled as he watched a proud silver stag pranced around the meadow. Harry shook his head in amusement when the stag stopped in front of him, looking at Harry before bucking his antlers against Harry's chest. Harry could remember the first time he saw the stag and immediately named him Prongs without a second thought.

But it did not end there, another two silver mists formed from around Harry. Each took the forms of two animals. One of them was the Grim, which Harry took to calling Padfoot. It looked like a big dong with slightly larger paws than most dogs. Harry could remember the times of seeing his godfather changing into Padfoot, and thought of all the mischief the animal caused. It made Harry chuckle fondly.

The scond animal was a very large wolf, towering over Harry and the other two animals. It sat in front of Harry, bringing its silver head level to Harry's. He smiled and reached out to stroke the transparent animal, feeling the warm mist between his fingers. Harry proudly named the creature Moony.

"Thank you, all of you..."

A dark still figure sat casually in an armchair, a slender hand nursing a wine glass. The liquid swirled at the hands movement, swishing in a rushing wave and was soon followed by a heavy sigh. The dark figure rose from the chair and walked to a pair of doors that opened automatically for the person. Sunlight invaded the dark room, scaring away the shadows and darkness to reveal the luxuirous furniture, carpets and decorated walls.

Standing the doorway while casting a dark shadow at their feet, stood a boy of seventeen. Raven hair fell like black silk around broard shoulders that were attached to a perfectly lean strong body. He was a casual grey shirt that molded well with his firm body and a pair of faded blue jeans. Eyes of the finest emeralds looked up to the sky, seeing the faint indigo tints from the morning sunrise. He drank the rest of the glass' contents, sighing softly.

A beautiful song began, and the boy turned to see a pile of grey ashes on a stand by a large mahogany desk. A small smile peeked at the edges of red lips as he made his way over to the ashes. Patiently waiting, the boy's eyes gleamed in pride at the sight a small baby bird chirping melodically at the boy, trying to shake off the ashes.

"Welcome back Fawkes," voice like velvet, the boy gently stroked the newborn bird, seeing small red feathers beginning to grow at rapid speed. The little bird chirped in greeting, and waited for the small bird to grow a little more before it was able to stand on its legs. "You've missed quite a bit, Fawkes. We are going to be moving again. And this time, we are going to be staying for longer than the other times."

Fawkes chirped merrily, his song whispering around the room. Green eyes gleamed while watching as the phoenix was able to ruffle his now developed red feathers and wings. "I am glad. I feel that this place you have chosen holds promise for you." A small smile appeared with a nod before looking to the time on the wall.

"Seems we will need to leave now." Fawkes trilled with a small nod of his head before gliding over to rest on the boy's shoulder. Amber eyes gazed into green, both clashing beautifully.

"I will go wherever you go, Harry. It has always been my choice..."

"And for that, I am grateful to you Fawkes. With you, this life is not so lonely or boring." Harry Potter grinned at the phoenix, showing perfect white teeth and releasing a deep chuckle. Much had changed from when he started this new life of his. He could still remember what Death had told Harry when he woke up...

It was so sudden, like nothing Harry had ever felt. He gasped, looking around wildly as he tried hard to sit up, having forgotten that he was lying down. What he saw around him was very familar, that he was sure of. He was at King's Cross Station. It was all white, as it was the same he was there. But this time, he could see the same handsome man, Death, casually sitting a white seat while reading a Muggle newspaper.

"So you have finally awaken," Death commented blankly, not looking up from the paper. Harry glared at the man, remembering clearly what had happened before he woke up.

"What did you do?!" Harry demanded, eyes blazing in green fury. Death remained motionless, letting the boy calm himself before he began to speak. It didn't take very long for Harry to finally gather his thoughts and emotiones, before looking blankly into Death swirling red eyes.

"I will immediately get to the reason as to why you are here." Death paused for a moment to assess Harry and seemed to contemplate something that was unknown to Harry. "First, I want to thank you again for what you have done. With the defeat of Tom Marvolo Riddle, 'The Cycle' can continue on its normal course. Furthermore, you are now the Master of Death."

Harry blinked, his mind seemed to stop working for a moment, not sure if what he just heard was correct. "I'm sorry, could you say that again?" Harry shook his head, raven hair flying slightly. Death merely responded with an amused dark smirk, but did not repeat himself.

"You heard me correctly, dear master. You are now the sole owner of the Deathly Hallows and now the most powerful wizard alive."

"Oh how I loathe you, Fate..." Harry fell to his knees, wanting nothing more than to find Fate and curse her to oblivion. All his life, it had been nothing but a show for the whole world to watch as it fell apart and began to rebuild itself slowly, before being shattered again. Harry damned the Prophecy and wished that no one would have believed it.

Yes, he truely despised Fate.

"Yes, I agree with you Harry. Fate is certainly someone that is hated by all beings, have no doubt about that. She is a being that seeks drama and chaos, but as she puts it, 'it is all for a noble cause'. You may not know it Harry, but Fate is not favored by any of the Gods; especially Life. However, Fate cannot escape her duties, she must do what she has to; for it is the reason why she was created."

"Then I hope she fails her duties and suffers the most painful death!" Harry spat through gritted teeth. Harry had had enough of living a life that was set out for him. He wanted freedom and to make his own choices, without having to be watched and being told what to do. He would give anything to just live a life without Fate or Destiny interfering.

Harry heard the dark chuckle of Death and was immediately reminded of the presence of a Dementor lurking around. It both made him feel unnerved and scared. "Oh, have no doubt that Fate will get what is coming to her. For some reason, it was your life in particular that she put more effort into. Your life began to play out, and soon, became known to all beings. The Gods became furious with Fate, and are currently determining what her fate will be." Death chuckled more, showing off gleaming white teeth and red eyes sparkling with malice. For some reason, this didn't faze Harry at all and he found it quite odd.

"Well... what happens now?" Harry had no idea what he wanted to do now, but one was for sure, he wanted to leave the Wizarding World.

"That is for you to decide, Master." Death tone was cold and firm.

"What do you mean?"

"You have the choice of being whatever it is you wish to be. You are no longer bound to the duty of fulfilling a meaningless prophecy. No longer would you have to be manipulated and used for means that were not your own. It is now your time to make choices that are based solely on you. Your life is now yours, and yours alone. This is the start of a new life for you and the start of a new destiny that is your own. You now hold the power of making decisions for yourself.

You are now free, Harry Potter."

Adn with those simple words, Harry felt the tears fall down his cheeks. He had never felt such elation, not since he was told that he was a wizard and could finally leave the Dursley's. How long had he dreamed that he would one day live his life how he pleased?

How long had it been since he hoped and even prayed that this day would finally come?

And now, here it was. Today was the start of a new beginning. Here, he would live his life and create his own destiny.

Now more Fate...

Harry broke down, tears of happiness continuing to fall. Relief, happiness, content and disbelief, feelings that he hadn't felt in so long. A sudden of doubt formed inside of him, but he quickly pushed away to relish in the moment of his new proclaimed freedom.

"Thank you..." Harry whispered with a broken voice.

"Such a dark and sad life you have lived, now forever put behind you. But now, since you are the Master of Death, there will be times when I will come to you. Be it to be given approval, or to discuss matters with you that will have to be addressed." Harry felt Death's arms wrap around him, pulling him to the calm warmth radiating off of Death in waves.

"I understand," Harry nodded, resting his head in the crook of the broard man's neck. Death stroked Harry's dark hair, lulling him to sleep.

What Harry didn't see when he fell asleep, was the beady amber eyes watching beside Death's shoulder. Death turned his red eyes to the red bird that rested on his shoulders. "You will watch over him then?" Death saw the bird nod, giving off a melodic trill before bursting into flames, and wrapping itself around Harry.

Harry had woken up by the lake again, near Hogwarts. Harry soon recovered from the shock and realistation of the new information from Death. Harry had walked back to Hogwarts to give his final goodbye and left without telling anyone where he was going. He was soon joined by Fawkes who had decided to accopany Harry and stay with him and never leave his side. Kindly accepting the pheonix's company and friendship, they disappeared and left Hogwarts, but give a silent promise to return and give her a proper goodbye.

When Harry had heard that Gringotts and Hogwarts was restored to their former glory, Harry visited the Wizarding Bank to clear out his vaults and be given a list of what he had inherited and posessed. Without even knowing, Harry had become the richest wizard to have lived and now owned some of the most valuable belongings in magical history. And with them, Harry had taken all his money and inheritence and left the bank with a non-forgettable farewell to the goblins. To the least, the goblins were very happy and would never forget their saviour.

Harry soon after, paid Hogwarts a visit and was greeted warmly. She had been restored and was soon ready to take on new children to teach and help grow in the ways of Magic. Though Harry had been informed that Hogwarts now belonged to him through inheritence, he remained out of sight and did not interfere.

However, as time went by and the century passed, Magic had stopped giving. Children no longer posessed the gift and soon after, wizard began to fall and become no more. After a decades, only a few wizard had come to last and soon become no more. Harry had fallen into a depression soon after, not knowing what this meant and had thought he would be succumb to the 'illness' that seemed to spread. Though, it came as a relief to Harry that Fawkes and other Magical Creatures had not been dying, only to go into hiding, away from the prying eyes of Muggles. Fawkes had remained by Harry's side, swearing to never leave the boy who came to be his family.

And it was with a heavy heart that Harry came to the realisation that he was the last wizard living. When Death had appeared before Harry, who was demanding answers, he explained to the boy that it was because he was naturally a long decendant of Merlin himself, through his mother's side, that his Magic had remained untouched by the Earth's touch. Harry had asked about why every other wizard and witch were losing their magic. Death merely said that it was the will of the Earth and could not be stopped. Harry, after much mourning and sadness, had decided that there was nothing he could to prevent what was to be done and had turned away.

So here Harry was, after many centuries of travelling and keeping in touch with whatever was left of the Magical World. Wizards and witches have long since been gone from th world, while the world populated Muggles. However, Harry was very pleased when he still had contact with the Goblins, Dragons, Centaurs and many other magical creatures that inhabited the earth, hidden from society. Harry had become a known ally to all maigcal creatures and vowed to fight with them, should any creatures be discovered by Muggles.

Now, Harry had also become a known figure to the Muggle public as well, seeing as he has been donating millions to different orphanages, foundations, hospitals and causes to help those in need. Harry had become a true saviour in the Muggle world, much to Harry's dismay with wanting to be out of the public eye.

Harry heard his phone ring and vibrate on his desk. Noticing the caller, Harry answered, "Yes?"

"Hello Mister Potter sir, this is Christy from Real-Living. I am calling about the house you rang up about last week."

"Yes?" Harry repeated, knowing what was to come.

"It is now official and ready to be sold." Harry smiled, knowing that he was going to buy the house and make it his new home. After looking at the pictures he received from the agency, he loved it.

"Good. I would like to buy it right away and move in as soon as possible."

"Of course sir, will you be wanting to pay it upfront?"

"Yes, you'll have the money at the end of the week."

"Excellent. Well, I wish you happy days and congratulations on getting your new home, sir." Harry could practically feel the smile in the woman's voice.

"Thank you. Pleasure doing business with you," Harry smirked in amusement and quickly said goodbye, before calling to book a one-way ticket to his new destination.

"May I ask where we are going Harry?"

Harry chuckled, finding it very amusing at his choice of where exactly it was he was going. "We, my dear Fawkes, are going to a small little town called Forks in Washington." And with that, Fawkes gave a cheerful trill, his song music to Harry's ears as he joined in while giving a musical laugh.

Well, tell me what you think. Yes, Hogwarts and the Wizarding World is Ancient History. I hope this chapter was alright, I wasn't sure.

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