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"I thought he would be taller" Nilsey whispered to Lomadia who nodded slightly, showing Nilsey he was heard.

Death had his back to them, but from what they could see, he was wearing a black robe with a large hood on his head. That was about the only thing that fit the description. There was no large scythe and no bones showing in any place. That was when death turned to face them.

The two readied in a fighting stance while Death just gave them odd, and confused looks, though they were extremely hard to see while his face was covered by the hood.

"Umm… Hello there?" He asked, with a very proper accent, much like the owl keepers'. The two dropped their stance slightly and exchanged confused looks.

"I don't think that's Death, Lom" The pool boy deadpanned, not bothering to keep his voice down.

"But it has to be! I did everything right." She shot back, keeping her eyes on this supposed Death.

Death took a step towards them but stopped and raised his hands when the owl keeper pointed her sword directly at him.

"Hey, hey, hey! Calm down! I'm not going to hurt you" Death quickly said, backing off a little. "I just want to know how I got here" But there was no reply, all he got were scathing and distrusting looks.

Death sighed and lifted his hands to his head, flinching slightly when the sword was once again aimed directly at his throat. He paused and slowly gripped the hood and threw it back. The two in front of him frowned.

"See? Just a normal guy." He said dropping his arms, one by his side and the other in his pocket. "Now would you mind telling how I got here?" He asked again.

"We summoned you here" Nilsey said, his nerves eased slightly at seeing the way this Death looked.

Death frowned. "Summoned me? How the hell did you summon me!?" He exclaimed.

"We used the rite that summons Death" The pool boy continued to explain.

"Which obviously went completely wrong. You're not Death! You look like you've never killed a thing in your bloody life!" Lomadia shouted.

Death paused, remembering what happened before he ended up here. Oh. "No actually, I don't think you did it incorrectly…" He sighed.

"What are you on about" She then asked.

"Firstly, before I tell you how. I feel we got off to a bad start" He said. "My name is Harry James Potter, just call me Harry" he continued, with a small smile.

"Nilsey"

"Lomadia" They replied, lowering their weapons. "Now, since I would like to know how that summoning you and not Death means I didn't mess up"

Harry sighed. "I guess you could say I'm the Master of Death" Lomadia scoffed. "No I'm serious! I have all three Deathly Hallows" Harry reached into his pocket and pulled out a small stone, an old, grey and tattered looking cloak, along with a twisted stick. The owl keeper narrowed her eyes at the stick, it looked similar to a wand, but no design she had ever seen or read of.

"What's a pebble, stick and some dusty cloak got anything to do with being this supposed 'Master of Death'"

"Everything" Harry stated sternly.

"Enlighten us" Lomadia growled.

"There once were three brothers who were travelling along a lonely winding road, at twilight. In time the brothers reached a river too tretorous to pass, but being taught in the magical arts the three brothers simply waved their wands and made a bridge. Before they could cross however, they found their path blocked by a hooded figure, it was Death and he felt cheated, cheated because travellers would normally drown in the river. But Death was cunning, he pretended to congratulate the three brothers on their magic and said that they each had earnt a prize for having been clever enough to evade him."

"What are you on about?" Lomadia said, getting impatient.

"Telling you the story is the only way to explain things" Harry retorted and continued.

"The oldest asked for a wand more powerful than any in existence, so Death fashioned him one from an elder tree that stood nearby."

Harry lifted the wand to show the first proof, placing it back down and continuing.

"The second brother decided that he wanted to humiliate Death even further and asked for the power to recall loved ones from the grave, so Death plucked a stone from the river and offered it to him."

Harry showed the stone. Ignoring Lomadia as she rolled her eyes. Though, Nilsey seemed interested in the story.

"Finally Death turned to the third brother, a humble man, he asked for something that would allow him to go forth from that place without being followed by Death, and so it was that Death reluctantly handed over his own cloak of invisibility"

Harry stood, the three having sat down while the story was told, and lifted the cloak in hand and with both hands lifted it around his head and held in firmly around his shoulders. His head was the only thing not under the thing.

The pool boy and owl keeper both gasped with shock when his entire body vanished before their very eyes, marvelling at the now floating disembodied head. Harry smirked and removed the cloak, his body reappearing. His picked up the three items and placed them one by one into a small pouch no bigger than a fist. Stone, cloak, wand. Nothing poked out of the bag, and it was no fatter than before.

"Together they make one master of Death. And I have all three" At the looks on both Nilseys' and Lomadias' faces, he quickly added, "But I was about to snap the wand and throw it away. I never wanted to be master of Death"

They both relaxed. "Then how come we summon the master of Death and not Death?" Nilsey asked.

"I honestly don't know. In all my studies, there has never been a way to summon Death"

"What are you exactly? Harry" Lomadia asked

"A wizard, half blood. What are you? You seem to have dabbled in magic"

"I'm an owl keeper, and I'm learning witchery, same with pool boy here" She threw a thumb in Nilseys direction.

"Ah, learnt magic. Mages then are you? Well Wizards and most witches are born with the ability, they don't have to teach themselves the art, just improve and expand."

Suddenly, the two looked at the sky grimly. "Come inside, you'll be some Zombies dinner if you don't" The pool boy stated, gesturing for Harry to follow, which he did, albeit confused about what the man meant