(MASTER OVER DEATH)

(AN: whew! Second, second chapter. Now those who think my first version was better, thank you for the compliment. But now that I have my story on hold I need to do something and this story is stuck in my head.

Now the pairing is still Bruce/Harry/Loki but now the chapters will be a little longer and, better written. Especially now that I have a Beta.)

Disclaimer: don't own Avengers or Harry Potter.

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BEFORE:

Harry thought about what she said. While being a master would prevent him from moving on, he could have his God persona separate from his life. Also he could still fight to make a difference and help people; having a reason to help people. With the fact that accepting is duties as master he could summon his parents to talk to, it was like a dream come true.

"Yes." Harry whispered, firm in his decision.

"Yes what?"

"I will become the Master of Death."

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NOW:

"Very well, please follow me," getting up Harry and Morana exited the study. The next room they appeared in was bare and white except for the full length mirror on the wall. Morana led him right in front of the mirror. Looking in it Harry was surprised to see that all of his scars were gone. His skin was pale and his complexion clear. He also looked more feminine with his delicate and graceful bone structure now that he wasn't looking like skinny waif. Also he was taller. Instead of his usual height of 5'5 he was at least 6'0.

"What happened to me?" Harry asked, flummoxed. While he was happy about the changes, they were still something that he had lived with his entire life. Having something like that change was overwhelming to him.

"Well, I undid the imperfections done to your body. This is for your God Avatar. It is basically the persona you will use when executing the duties of Master of Death. Remember that without a medium to channel your power you will be stuck in this form so it can't be too similar to your usual body. You will be faster and stronger than regular humans in both bodies though so you won't be completely powerless." Morana stopped to see how Harry was taking this.

Harry was disappointed that the height gain was only for the God from. He hated his height. While he could deal with looking feminine because he was gay, the height sucked. Especially when he was teased by enemies. The fact that he was only tall in his other half sucked.

"Yes here you'll be able to choose what your God would look like. Any special features; wings, claws, hair color, length, and anything else you can think of." Morana paused." But first, you must choose…" she turned them both in place to face the opposite wall. It was covered with weapons. "…your weapon. Just walk by the wall and pull down the one that suits you most."

Harry was puzzled but also excited as he walked to the wall of weapons. He had never had his own weapon, unless you counted his wand. It was kinda cool. Now if only one would chose him. There were knives, daggers, swords, bow and arrows, staffs, numb-chucks, that weird spiky ball thing on a chain, clubs, hammers, guns, whips, chains, scythes, and even straws. And every weapon Harry discarded; from the elegant katana to the crude spears.

That was until he felt something. Picking it up Harry felt like he was on an adventure and at home, wild and calm, winter and warmth. The feeling that flowed and shot from that weapon to him was indescribable. It was better even, than the feeling of being reunited with his wand. It was familiar and new. He felt complete in a way he'd never been before. He was whole for the first time in a long time. This weapon was made for him.

The weapon was a Scythe; a beautiful scythe with a long staff and graceful blade. The staff part of it was pitch black with silver accents and seemed to eat the light. It was just as tall as Harry and he would've easily been able to grip with his hands. The blade was delicate yet strong black steel that seemed to house a million colors depending on the light. Carved swirls, vines, stars, moons, and snowflakes decorated the blade.

"Well, isn't that interesting," Morana's voice broke through Harry's trance. "That is Kali. Her name means 'The Black One' or 'Devourer of Time'. All these weapons had been used at one time except her. She is stubborn and picky about who wields her. But loyal to a fault and will never fail you. To tell you the truth I thought you would pick a sword." Morana stopped talking and looked like she was deep in thought. It seems I made an even better choice for a master than I thought.

Both were lost in thought. Suddenly the weapon in Harry's hand grew warm. Following unknown instincts, Harry sought out the weapon with his mind. Suddenly images and knowledge flowed into his brain. Gasping softly Harry sifted through the new knowledge on how to use his weapon, strategies, and maintenance. It was like he'd just spent years of training in seconds.

"Now Harry, go over to the mirror and decide on how you want your God body to look." Morana led him back to the mirror. Gently grabbing Kali from him she lightly pushed him to the mirror.

Harry looked in the mirror and decided to start on his hair. He made it grow down his back the hair was wild with feathers, stones, and beads braided into it. He changed the color from dark brown to velvet ebony black. To his eyes he added hypnotic silver highlights to glowing emerald. He also gave himself dark black feathered wings. The feathers followed down his spine and contrasted sharply with his skin. He had always wanted to fly without a broom.

"Done." He stated. Morana walked around him, humming.

"It looks good. Now make your outfit." Morana said. In truth it looked great. He looked mysterious and wild. Like death should be. He was a good choice. He didn't even abuse his privilege to make himself more…endowed.

Harry was stupefied. He'd never worn anything stylish in his life. He wouldn't be surprised if it turned out horrible. There was only one thing to do, guess and hope it looks good.

He started with the pants. After a few different types, including hot pink bow legged jeans, he finally decided. He wore black skinny jeans that showed off his body just the right way. They clung to his ass, thighs, and calves perfectly. Another plus was that they didn't sink low on his thin hips. He wanted to look good, not flash everyone.

After the pants everything was smoother. Harry gave himself black leather combat boots that went up mid-calf over the pants. They were steel-toed. His shirt was black with thirteen silver zippers down the sides and front. Each zipper opened into an unlimited spaced pocket. He wore a black and silver light weight trench coat with the sleeves torn off and a hood. He also wore a pair of finger-less gloves, a silver skul and cossbones around the wrist cuff. He gave himself two black and silver snake tattoos with emerald eyes that wrapped around his biceps.

"Very nice. You look dangerous." Startled Harry jumped and turned around. In his concentration he'd forgotten about Morana. The way she was looking at him was creepy; like a mother whose son had just kissed his first girl. "Now that you are done you'll be waking up." The world around him kept on getting dimmer and dimmer. "This is the ring of a Master." Morana handed him a silver ring with a green and black stone with the sign of the deathly hallows carved in. "Call on me if you need help. To turn into your god form just focus on that form. Good luck. With that everything went black.

(BACK IN THE REAL WORLD)

Harry slowly woke up. As he got up he noticed that his hair had grown and he no longer needed glasses. Also on his neck was a silver chain with a scythe pendent that sat on the hollow of his throat and the ring was on his right ring finger attached by a chain to his glove. His hair was also the same color as his god from.

Despite the way his life had gone, Harry was content, if not excited. While he wasn't with his family, he could do all the good he could, while living life how he wanted to. The future was foggy and his way unclear, but at least he was no longer broken. This gig gave him something he had thought he'd lost. A will to help people. And a way to do it. Harry slowly walked back to civilization, content with his place in the world, and couldn't help but wonder what eternity held for him. One thing he knew was that it was going to be an adventure.

TBC

(AN: Morana is the Slavic name for death. In mythology she is the goddess of death and winter. I hate stories were Harry is all depressed and suicidal because he can't die. Also this story hadn't changed too much in his looks but it did change. Also after I finish editing the first chapters will be deleted.)