"I know what it's like to lose. To feel so desperately that you're right, yet to fail nonetheless. Dread it. Run from it. Destiny still arrives. Or should I say, I have."

Having a human body again was still a strange sensation to Harry Potter, even if he was still death itself beneath his new flesh, and was vastly different from his obsidian form. To have actual eyes again, instead of seeing everything with magic, was both limiting in its perception and majestic in complexity. To once again feel a cool breeze through his once again messy black hair was a pleasure Harry would never again take for granted. The emotions that had once been suppressed were now coursing through him almost faster than the blood that flowed through his veins! The only drawback was that this body could die and he once again knew what pain felt like, but that wasn't so bad in his calculating immortal mind.

Yet it was the thing he had learned since his awakening, information given to him through his connection to the afterlife, that made Harry's power serge just beneath his new found flesh and his eyes spark with emerald fire. The Brother Gods, as those of the dead had called them in life, had overstepped their authority and encroached upon his own, even if Harry's body had been slumbering while his subconscious went about maintaining the greater field of death. These false gods would have to be punished, more than likely consumed by the Great Other or even Harry himself, but there was no time frame on this matter.

The world had changed so much since Harry had hidden away his physical body and truly became Death; humanity itself had been destroyed and reborn countless times since. So, since he was now awake again and had a human like body, Harry decided he wouldn't accomplish his goals as an aspect of the universe but as he would have before his slumber. The greater Death would still function, since you couldn't have everyone just continue living no matter what happened to them, while Harry went about his other business. Harry had explained it to a man once, no his name had been Joe Black at the time, by describing the way one man could be shaving in the morning and yet doing other things with his mind.

"So you understand the concept, Bill. Now multiply that by infinity, take that to the depths of forever, and you still barely have a glimpse of what I'm talking about." those had been his worlds, or the words of some other aspect of Death that was doing much the same thing Harry was now.

So the question became where should he start? Since very few beings could use magic in this world, let alone to the magnitude that Harry himself could, Harry decided the funnest course of action would be to join the supposed good side. This of course meant joining one of the prestigious Huntsmen and Huntresses schools, one located in each country, named Beacon Academy. So, with his goal clear, it was time for Harry's tale to be told.

"The boundaries which divide life and death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say the where one ends, and where the other begins?" Harry grinned as he eyed the massive ship about to take off into the big blue sky, stepping into a shadow and simply fading away.

One of the perks of being death was that he could be anywhere, sometimes at multiple times, and there was no force on the mortal plane of existence that could keep him out. Then there was his rather useful ability to remain completely unnoticed when he wanted, such as appearing on a crowded ship with multiple teenagers well on their way to becoming elite warriors of unparalleled skill. After all, no one could see death until death wishes to be seen.

So, adjusting his silk green dress shirt just a bit, Harry allowed himself to be seen by the mortals around him and was a little let down by their lack of reaction. Could it be that they couldn't feel his aura, or perhaps because he looked human again and blended in? Whatever the case may be, at least now he wouldn't have to worry about people running around and screaming in terror because death himself has come for their lives! Mortals are so dramatic.

"Oh I can't believe my baby sister is going to Beacon with me, this is the best day ever!" and like that, Harry's attention was almost instantly caught by the sound of one very hyperactive young woman.

"Yaaang!" the apparent little sister cried in embarrassment, not dampening the other ones mood in the slightest.

Yang, the clearly older and more outgoing of the two sisters, was what many mortals would consider a bombshell of a teenager and with a figure not many could achieve. Now being dead, as in not being connected to his body, had allowed Harry to disconnected himself from his primal base urges, but the sight of this girl nearly brought them roaring back to live. She wore a tan jacket that bared her midriff, with golden brown piping and short, puffy sleeves with black cuffs that feature two gold buttons. Underneath this, she wore a low cut yellow crop top with her flame shaped emblem on the left breast in black. All this combined with her rather short shorts, which showed off her very tones legs to the world, and knee high boots would give her looks from just about anyone.

Now if Yang inherited the sex appeal side of the family, then her proclaimed sister inherited the cute and adorable side. From what Harry could see, which wasn't nearly as much considering Yang impeded his vision, the younger one was going for more of a gothic vibe than anything else. The people of the era were so strange, but at the same time this was like a whole new adventure for Harry and almost made him glad Salem had woken him up. Speaking of the pale woman, she really was something truly unique.

(Flashback: Several Millennia ago)

"Do you understand now?" Harry spoke as he levitated in the smoke filled sky, lava spewing from the earth like water geysers, "Your magic rots away before it can even reach me, your creatures flee in terror of their own end, your body submits to the very truth that your ego refuses to believe possible. There is nothing you can do, no power within your realm of knowledge, that can keep death from claiming what remains of your soul."

Salem lay on what little patch of rock still remained after their fierce battle, her black robes having long since been shredded to barely cover her modesty, while the curse placed upon her knitted her broken body back together. She had thrown every bit of magic she had at this personification of Death, from bolts of lightning to the strongest Grimm ever created, and yet still he has yet to move from his original position. The earth itself had moved around him, the cavern they were in had been torn apart so thoroughly that only an ocean of lava remained thirty feet below him, and he hadn't even raised his hand to attack.

"Y-Yet still I remain," words, Salem could still use her words as weapons if nothing else.

"You remain because I have not deemed you worthy of death just yet. You remain because I have not stripped this week imitation of immortality from your very bones before turning you to dust. You remain because I allow it," Harry spoke as he slowly lifted his obsidian bone hand, his first real movement since standing up, and raised it up into the sky as if attempting to grab the shattered moon itself.

"There is a realm of existence, so far beyond your own, that you cannot even begin to imagine. You are a simple creature to understand while I am beyond your ability to comprehend," Salem's red eyes widened as she witnessed Harry close his bony hand and the shattered fragments of the moon seemed to pull themselves together, "I am Death itself."

As if Salem hadn't already found his power horrifying enough, the moon itself was growing closer, "And before me, you are nothing!"

The last thing Salem remembered was feeling fear, the true fear of finally dying, as a newly reformed moon came crashing down upon her like the wrath of a vengeful god! She didn't want to die!

"Do you understand now?" Harry's voice echoed through Salem's mind as the destroyed world around them warped before shattering like a sheet of glass, revealing Harry to still be on his throne and her fingers still tracing his jaw.

"W-What?"

"Do you understand now?" Harry repeated, his emerald flames seeming to pierce through her very soul, "That even someone cursed with immortality can still be touched by death."

(End Flashback)

"Hey, hey are you alright?" someone asked, bringing Harry out of his daydream and right back to reality.

Red hair was the first thing Harry's mind recognized, followed by a pair of startlingly familiar green eyes. This young woman, whoever she may be, was marked by death in a what Harry hadn't seen in quite some time. This mark wasn't natural either, not in the way that the greater death marked those who were about to be claimed, but almost as if someone mortal was drawing death to this girl long before her natural time.

"Yes," Harry's blazing emerald eyes grew softer and an almost charming smile formed on his face, "Just lost in thought apparently.

"Oh, well the ship's landed and everyone else is already leaving. I saw you just standing here and wanted to make sure you were alright," the mystery girl said with her own smile, confidence brimming in her eyes.

"You'd check on a total stranger?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I like to think of it as checking on possible future teammate," the girl held out her hand in a greeting, "I'm Pyrrha, by the way, Pyrrha Nikos."

"Harry, Harry Potter, and it's a pleasure to meet you, Pyrrha."

Ok so the original chapter was meant to just be a oneshot, which I apparently didn't specify, but now I have a modist desire to add a bit more to the story.