A/N: I would like to thank everyone that reviewed. I really appreciate it. Thank you slyaddiction for pointing out that kitsunes are foxes. I have cleared that up in this chapter. I'm just glad that my lack of sleep induced haze last night thought it a good idea to use the words "appears to be". While I do love Kitsunes, such delightful creatures, Harry is not one. Maybe next time. I didn't want him to have multiple tails. And thanks tanis19, I'm just going to pretend I did it on purpose cause I can't remember if I did. Lol.

Ok, and on with the story.

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~Parseltongue~

'Thoughts'

"Speak"

Chapter 2 Dumbledork is still what?

Shortly after Magic doing her work Harry collapsed into a deep sleep. The change, having taken a lot out of him. Madam Pomfrey ran out onto the field to check on him. She gasped when she saw the ears. 'It appears as though Harry finally came into his heritage, though I am unaware that the Potters had Kitsune blood in their family.' She waved her wand over him in intricate designs as she checked his vitals. Seeing that he was physically fine, she began checking on his magic levels. They were currently extremely low which isn't strange considering what he just went through.

She didn't notice as a sobbing Hagrid came up behind her until he spoke, "Is 'Arry alright?"

She turned to look at him and smiled, "Mr. Potter will be fine. He's just exhausted and weak. But that's to be expected considering the magic it would take to turn him into a Kitsune. Would you carry him to the hospital wing? I have to see if anyone else is ok." She turned and walked away from him and just barely caught what he said next.

"Kitsune? 'Arry's not a Kitsune. The ears are the wrong shape. He's a bakeneko," he said as he picked the boy up.

Poppy froze. 'No. This is not good.' "Are you positive?" Hagrid nodded yes. Poppy gestured for him to follow her and she rushed them inside, ignoring any others that might need help. Someone else could take care of them for all she cared; she needed to take care of the Potter brat, for good.

Meanwhile, Harry was visiting lala land but he was not alone. A figure in a dark hooded cloak, holding a scythe, stood in front of Harry. Thinking it was Voltomort tried to raise his wand and defend against attack. Tried to, being the key words. He couldn't find his wand. 'Oh shit, I'm in so much trouble. How did he get here anyhow, I thought he was dead.' Harry looked around for an escape but only saw tons of shelves of book, a fireplace and a couch. There wasn't a way in or out.

"Where the Hell am I?"

It was then that the figure spoke up, "In your mind."

What startled Harry the most is that instead of the voice sounding menacing like voldieshorts it was softer and more feminine? "You're not voldie are you?"

A soft chuckle came from beneath the cloak. It was then that the hood was removed and there proved to be a girl underneath. "No, I'm not Tom Riddle, Master. Though I am great full for you finally sending that pest to me. We have been trying to get our hands on that cheat for a long time now."

Harry blinked…and then blinked again… "What do you mean master? And who is we? Who are you?" Harry, having had the stressful year that he has, was well on his way to a mental break down. One could only stand having to be on constant alert for so long. That and followed by his insomnia and nightmares…he just wasn't as mentally stable as he would be if he had sleep…A LOT of sleep.

"Why Harry, don't you know? You're the Master of Death. The Deathly Hallows chose you the moment you were born into this world. Well sort of. More like a year after."

Harry just stared at her dumbfounded.

Sighing she moved to sit on the couch and patted the seat next to her. "Sit, we have much to talk about." And without waiting for him to do so she continued. "Now let's see if I can explain this. That Halloween night that you parents were killed, well Dumbledore went to visit you earlier that day and while he was casting some spells on you, you pulled his wand out of his hand and the Elder wand has been yours since. The cloak has been yours since your father's death, and the resurrection stone has been yours since Tom tried to kill you and lost. You became his heir due to the rules of conquest.

"Since you became the master of all three you are now the master of death and all my reapers," she finished with a grin.

"Wait, your reapers?" Harry asked confused. "But that would mean you are Death."

"I am," She said with a bigger grin.

"I thought death was supposed to be some big guy that was all bones."

Smacking him across the head with her scythe," Use your head Harry, who's going to be scared of me? I'm completely angelic."

Besides, aren't you not supposed to hit your master?"

She grinned sheepishly, a light blush covering her face. "Oopsies."

Suddenly a tall figure walked out of a shadow. "So this is where you've been hiding. And what are you doing with my scythe? Becky? Answer me!"

The now named Becky ducked her head in shame, for getting caught, but shame none the less. "Sorry Daddy."

"Don't sorry daddy me. You are in so much trouble. When we get-"

"That's it, I'm out of here. This has gotten too crazy," Harry interrupted the ranting…man? Whom he was suspecting was the real death. Willing a door into existence and getting up to leave.

"Wait, Harry, you have to remember that you're neutral now. No light or dark," Becky yelled after him. He waved her off and exited his mind through the door and within moments was waking to the world of the living.

As Harry slowly came into consciousness he heard bits and pieces of the conversation going on just a few feet away.

"The Potter brat is just as you always feared, Dumbledore, a bakeneko."

'That sounds like Madam Pomfrey, but that couldn't be right. Could it? She had always tried to help me the best she could.'

"If we hurry we can do the ritual before he wakes up and transfer his power to you leaving him powerless. Hopefully voiding out the prophecy as well," she spoke again.

Harry was sure it was her. His thoughts were cut off as another voice filled the room.

"Be sure to get a few vials of his blood for the ritual. They have to be unknowingly given so do it before he wakes. I will go prepare the ritual room," spoke Dumbledore as he left the room.

Harry laid there shocked. Dumbledore is alive and Pomfrey knew it.

A/N: Ok, sorry if it runs a little or is choppy. Anyways, hope you enjoy, let me know if I mess up again.