Harry Potter stood beaten and broken in front of the Veil of Death, awaiting his end.

He had been tortured for three years after he had been captured. Each member of the light that the deatheaters had captured were brutally slaughtered in front of him and any other time of day, he was tortured by any member of the deatheaters.

Even Voldemort participated but tortured Harry alone. At those times, Harry was used as a sex slave for the barely feeling Voldemort. Since the Dark Lord had been reborn again, the most he felt were actions with major feelings. So, Voldemort easily pounded into his back until their was nothing but blood running down from between his tortured legs. Bellatrix had cut into his body creating long and beautiful scars of celtic runes while others help create long intricate burn marks on the rest of his skin.

So now, Harry stood in front of the Veil of Death ready for his life to end. "Your choice, little Potter, to die on your terms or ours."

Harry just looked at the creature that barely resembled his former handsome teenage self and sighed. "I will walk to meet Lady Death, for unlike you, I am not afraid of Her. No, I welcome Her with open arms and a smile on my face. You could never break me of that Tom."

From the side of the room, they heard a scream of "CRUCIO!" and Harry fell to the floor writhing in agony but stayed silent. Once the curse was let up, Harry gave a small exhale before laughing out, "You, poor, poor thing. You cannot please your master in the ways you want so you torture those that upset the broken balance of your mind. I pity you, almost as much as I pity poor Tom. A poor orphan who had been picked on by bullies so he became a bully himself."

This time, two shouts of "CRUCIO!" were heard and Harry was now screaming on the floor. After a full minutes of the feeling of his bones being replaced with molten lead and hot knives cutting open every inch of flesh his two torturers canceled the curse. "It is still your decision, Mr. Potter. Die on your terms or die by ours."

Harry carefully stood up tall and turned around to face the Veil of Death, the same place that had taken his godfather Sirius Black from him. Blood oozing from all of the cuts across his body, Harry stepped forward as proudly as he could and gave a sigh before stepping into the Veil.

Immediately, all of his senses were blacked out and he felt his body picked up gently. Enjoying the sensation of the nothingness that the Veil of Death provided, Harry relaxed. He didn't feel any of his cuts or burns, breaks or bruises; he didn't feel the agony of loss nor the hurt of betrayals. He didn't even feel his body at all, he felt free from everything and free of all his worldly needs.

"You're mind is healing, now that you are relaxed." Stated a voice that surrounded Harry's mind.

"Yes, I would have to agree with that." Harry answered back.

The voice chuckled and then said softly, "Few would just agree with me because many would just scream, asking who I am. I had already decided I would give you another chance and your words just confirmed my decision."

"Another chance? Why do I get another chance? I failed everyone, Voldemort was too powerful to destroy and everyone I cared about is dead; except for George Weasley, they captured him because of his inventions with magic."

"The moment Voldemort learned he could create more than seven horcruxes by creating you, your world was doomed. He had thought that since a piece of his soul had turned you into a living horcrux, his eighth horcrux, he could create more. Even before you had learned about horcruxes, he had created six more. That reason alone, you stood no chance, your world was doomed to fall to darkness. For how long, one cannot tell; there are to many variables to discern the future now."

"So what now?" Harry asked resigned to his fate.

"Now, I will give you your second chance to save a universe from falling into darkness, if you answer my one question. Out of your three deathly hallows, which one do you prefer and feel best using?"

Harry was silent for a minute before answering, "The cloak."

The voice gave a booming laugh, "What a wonderful choice, thank you for answering this old god! I will give you your hallows and since I could not heal your body on this celestial plane, I will grant you one wish."

"I wish to have everything under my name and the name of those most dear to me, so that Voldemort may not use it to his advantage."

"So, do you wish to have everything from your bloodlines too?"

"Yes."

"Well, it is yours. All of your money has now been converted; everything has been packed and sorted into this small side pouch of that can be strapped onto your thigh. I couldn't give you your property but I could give you the few house elves and they rest in a stasis in their special chamber, don't worry, I gave every single one of them a choice. Your rings of lordship rest in a special wooden case that you shall also receive. I truly hope you can save this next universe from the spreading darkness."

Harry gave a nod but as he felt the nothingness around him become more substantial, he called out, "Who do I thank?"

The voice gave a laugh before replying, "I am what you refer to as Lady Death., I hope I don't have to see you for a long time."

Harry gave a chuckle but soon bit his lip to keep from screaming in pain. After feeling nothing for so long, all of the cells in his body screamed torture. Gradually he saw a light appear from behind closed eyelids and he felt the comfortable weight of a soft box shaped pouch tie itself around his leg while a wooden case settled gently in his hand. Harry just continued to lay there, not moving a muscle or he knew he would scream. A shout was heard from above him and more shouting and hollering thundered near him. His body was jostled nee he unintentionally let out a shriek of pain as he was gently picked up and carried off. Finally, the pain became to great and he dropped into unconsciousness.