A/N: Sorry for such a short chapter, (it was originally part of the prologue) with any luck the other ones will be longer, so hope you enjoy XD

Death

"Of all the gods only death does not desire gifts. "
-Aeschylus

It happened so fast, one second he was standing in front of the Veil, then the next he felt a pulling sensation, dragging him in. Numbness clouded everything as he felt his whole body being stretched like an elastic band, though he felt no pain, just blissful elasticity that ran throughout his entire body.

Forcefully prying his eyes open, wondering when he had closed them, Harry took in the blinding bright lights that surrounded him as he fell through time and space.

Then, as soon as it started, the sensation of falling was cut short as he felt his feet touch a nonexistent floor.

Harry took a deep breath, and looked around at his new surroundings.

He was surprised when what greeted him was platform 9¾, the same one that he visited when he had "died". Eyes widened at the realization, turned looking to see if Dumbledore would appear like last time.

But no one was around, and the train nowhere in sight. Oh great, Harry thought his stomach cramping up as his emotions all rolled up together like a giant ball of yarn. Then his thoughts trailed to the 95% chance he might have had died, but if that was the case then why did he end up on the platform again.

"Harry,"a rough and commanding voice startled Harry out of his daze. He spun around looking for the speaker, surprised that someone had managed to sneak up on him, no one had been able to do that after the war.

Finding no one, harry tensed. Was the unseen being out to harm him?

"Harry. Why are you here Harry," the voice asked, sounding amused, though it wasn't a question. The being knew exactly why he was here, it was just seeing if Harry knew himself.

"I was bored."

The words rushed out of his mouth before he even realized that he said it out loud. The answer surprised him, as Harry hadn't intended to answer honestly.

A bottomless rumbling was met with his answer. It sounded like the deep growl of a wolf, though the sound felt almost light. As the noise died down Harry realized that the invisible being hadn't been growling-but laughing, at him!

"You have yet to cease to amuse me," as he heard the words, a dark form slowly morphed from the fog. The jingle of chains and bells accompanied him.

The figure wore white skinny jeans and black boots made of leather. A long sleeveless hoodie covered the top half of him, with the hood concealing the upper part of his face. Inky black hair with scarlet eyes poked out from under the hood and a wide turtle-neck that went up to his chin. The hoodie revealed black chain tattoos wrapped along his arms. The only unblemished skin that Harry could see was the teen's mouth, which was set into a wide grin, showing off his sharp white canines. The figure looked about 20 or so, but had an uncountable aura of power, and smelt like time.

Taking a step back in reflex, Harry schooled his expression to show no emotion. "Who are you?" he asked in the cold tone he reserved for people he had, but didn't want, to talk to.

The teens' smirk widened, "Harry, Harry, Harry," he clicked his tongue in disappointment. "That's just not nice, forgetting a long-time friend."The hooded figure stalked forward, descending towards Harry.

"Besides," he said the words in mock hurt, ruby eyes shined with fake innocents. "A master should always remember his loyal servant's name."

Harry tensed at the words, his eyes widened in realization, "Death," he whispered.

The next second the figure reappeared right in front of Harry, looming over him, grin wide in delight, taking on the look of a mad man, he rasped out"Very good, at least you have a brain in that little head of yours."

Harry was frozen in fear; he couldn't believe what was happening. Thoughts raced through his head, wondering if he had really died, or if Death was here to finish the job and reap his soul.

The god raised his hand, and it shot out towards him with shocking speed, making Harry instinctively flinch. But instead of the pain he was expecting, he felt a hand on his head, ruffling his hair in a caring manner.

Snapping his eyes opened, Harry looked up at Death, eyes wide and confusion covering his face. From his angle he managed to see that Deaths' luminous red eyes, had waves of light ember in them. They captured his stare and Harry just couldn't look away. It felt as if the god was looking at his soul, he had never felt as naked as he did at that moment.

"You don't have to be afraid," Death said, and Harry thought his cold eyes softened a bit, but dismissed it to a trick of the light.

"Sorry." The apology was so quite that Harry was sure that Death couldn't have heard it. He was proven wrong, as the god laughed again, much to Harry's surprise.

"You don't have to apologize." He ruffled Harry's hair then letting his hand fall back down to his side, and took a step back, snapping Harry out of his trance.

"If you're Death then did I die?" Harry asked letting his curiosity shine through his eyes.

"No. Even though you only have one of the three hallows, you still hold the title of 'Master of Death'," Death droned in a bored tone. "So you can't die."

Harry blinked at the statement, "So why am I here?"

Death looked at him as if he was slow. "When you went through the Veil, you had the intention of going to a different universe, but there are so many that that you could end up in. So you ended up here, stuck in the in-between." He shrugged, looking amused by Harry's situation.

"Then how do I get out?" Harry asked, throwing his hands up in the air, irritated at the god.

"I was getting to that," he said, irritated. "Because of your unique situation, you have to pick a world for me to dump you in." His voice had a forbidding tone in it, letting Harry know that he would enjoy throwing Harry into any random world if he had the chance. "So pick a world, any world," the god said as if Harry was picking a prize from a carnival game he had won.

Harry licked his lips the only thing indicating his unease, as his face was a fine crafted stone mask. "Any world?"

"Yes."

"I want a world where I won't be bored."

The God's eyes had an unholy gleam in them, "You would have made a perfect Shinigami," he whispered his grin broadening. "You feel the same way they do. In fact why don't you go to that world?"

"Which one?" Harry asked feeling more intrigued with a universe that Death would recommend.

"This world remarkably similar to your own, but it is ruled by my children, the Shinigami. They have the tool known as the Death Note, which lets them kill by writing down the person's name and knowing the face of the human being they want to kill," Death said in what sounded like a parental voice. "They also cannot die, because they gain the life left over from the people they write in their death note. So unless they stop writing, or disrupt the definite death of a person, they cannot die."

"So you're going to send me to universe where I can be killed if some death god is bored?" Harry asked body shaking violently in irritation, if Death believed he would voluntary go to a world in which there was a high percentage of him getting killed right when he arrived, then he was completely insane.

"It won't affect you," Death said waving away he's concerns. "Because you're my master, my children have no power over you."

Now it was Harry's turn to laugh, a dry and humorless laugh, "I'm not that gullible, what's the catch?"

The grin on Death's face was wiped off, as he turned his head sharply to the side, not looking Harry in the eye. He ran his hand through the air, pulling rainbow like strings from thin air. "This is the magic that is tied to the Earth, but in the other universe there is no magic anywhere," the god educated. "So to keep the natural order, you will lose your magic."

"What?" Harry cried. He could tell Death wasn't joking and he was not impressed. His magic was a part of him. It had been with him through everything, and always protected him. Harry wasn't going to give away the very thing that made him whole.

Death looked at Harry with exasperation. "Harry, your magic will be replaced with more scientific abilities. PSI abilities if you will. No being can stay sane if they lose a huge portion of what makes their soul. You should know that more than anyone."

Looking Harry straight in the eye, he continued, "You'll gain telekinesis, psychic surgery, empathy, and clairvoyance. With those abilities you will also be able to keep the abilities you previously have. As it stands you already have a higher intellect then those in your age group, though you hide it well, gifted with ambidextrous and a nearly perfect photographic memory"

Silence filled the room, leaving an oppressing feeling in the air, as his urge to scream at the deity, for suggesting something like that, dissolved, Harry tried to digest what he was told.

"You don't have to go to that universe, I just recommend it, and you wanted to stop the boredom so this is the perfect universe. It's your choice in the end."

He was trying to looking at anything other than Death, not sure what to make of the situation.

"So where do you want to go?" Death's voice broke the silence, like a knife cutting soft butter.

"What did you mean when you said that I would have made a perfect Shinigami?" he asked suddenly, making Death blink at the random change of subject.

"You're just like them; jaded and bored, but there's a part in you that is still vividly clear and unsullied." Death had a thoughtful look on his face as he regarded Harry, as if he was a fascinating subject, which he couldn't wait to cut open and see what made him tick. "But consider me when I say this; Harry Potter, you will find your place in this universe."

He couldn't believe what he was going to do next, his magic was the most important thing to him, after his family, but something in the God's voice made him change his mind. "I'll go to that world."

Death's grin widened to stretch all the way across his face, "Excellent." He lifted his right hand to touch Harry's forehead with his index and middle finger.

"You said 'them' not us, so are you saying that you're not also jaded and bored, as they are?" Harry asked last minute, not sure why he did.

The god's eyes intensified and became almost as bright as the sun, in delight. "Amuse me, Harry Potter."

And everything went black.

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