AN: It keeps amazing me that people are actually reading this story. I'll keep updating as often as I can, so please leave any constructive criticism you might have in the review section. This whole story sometimes feels like a fever dream to me.

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The room was dark, yet every corner of it was perfectly visible as if bathed in the afternoon sun. Harry stood by the entrance and waited for something to happen, for anything to happen, but nothing did.

He stepped forward and paused. Still nothing.

Was this all there was? Granted, the room was strange, almost otherworldly, but he had expected more. At the very least a desk with one of those old fashioned lamps magical folk seemed so fond of. As he thought that a desk with a lamp appeared, right where he had imagined it would have been.

Harry took a step back, startled, then laughed at himself. After all those years in the magical world, he could still be surprised. He walked up to the desk and turned on the lamp. Running his hands along the wood Harry wondered whether the room was what he thought it was. He imagined a comfortable chair to go with the desk and was much less surprised this time when a comfortable chair appeared. It had deep green velvet cushions and gold capped legs. Harry took a seat.

Next, he imagined a tea set and biscuits and poured himself a cup when they appeared. The biscuit was crumbly and not too sweet, and the tea had a fruity flavor he couldn't quite place. Harry thought up random things and watched them appear and disappear as he imagined. A snitch whizzed by, white lilies covered the floor of the room, purple clouds glided across the ceiling and a black kitten lapped at the milk in the tea set.

"I see you're enjoying yourself."

Harry yelped and spilled some of his tea on his lap. With a wave of his wand, he dried up the mess and turned to the voice.

Standing behind on the other side of the desk was a man of indiscernible age in a dark blue suit. His hair was black and slicked back, reminiscent of a Malfoy, and his cheeks sunken. It was his eyes that gave Harry a pause, for they were completely black.

A chair appeared beside the man, one that looked to be a set with Harry's, and the man took a seat. The man poured himself some tea while Harry watched and picked at his sleeve.

"My name is Mortis Hatt. Do you know why you're here, Mr. Potter?" The man's black eyes focused on Harry. The wizard shrugged.

"If you don't mind I'll call you Harry, I find it's much easier to be on friendly terms with someone during a conversation such as this one. You can call me Mortis, although you don't speak much do you?" Harry blushed and shook his head. It had been a while since he'd used his voice. The quiet happened gradually. In the beginning, when he'd first moved into Grimmauld Place, he would find himself talking to someone only to realize there was no one there. Eventually, he decided to stay silent, in the hopes that he would not have to deal with the loneliness. It hadn't worked, but it had stuck.

"Well, no matter," the man, Mortis, grinned at him. "I'll understand you either way."

Mortis picked up a biscuit and nibbled at a corner of it. He eyed the kitten who was now prowling along the edge of the desk, on the hunt for purple clouds. "I must say, it is nice to have you back, Harry. You always do bring a bit of excitement to this place."

Harry cocked his head and frowned. 'I'm sure I'd remember having been here before.'

"But you have. And the last time was on May 2nd, right after you completed your destiny. Bravo for that, by the way." Mortis wrinkled his nose at the biscuits. A bouquet of blood pops appeared next to it.

'You hear my thoughts?' Harry's mind raced, trying to figure out what he meant. As the man unwrapped a blood pop a light went off in his head. 'Is this the Room of Requirement?'

"Quite right. Although that is not the whole truth. The Room of Requirement is a part of this place, an extension if you will. I'm still sour about losing that bet. This place is much, much bigger. And better."

Harry looked around. 'It doesn't seem all that big to me.'

The man chuckled and abruptly stood. "Yes, well, I had to fit it in this bank somehow, now didn't I? Walk with me."

Harry hurried after Mortis as he started walking, the black kitten followed along. As they walked Harry noticed that none of the walls seemed to come any closer, but the desk they had sat at got further away with every step.

'Where are we going?' Harry bent down and picked up the kitten. The black ball of fur purred happily.

"There are many things that are true, Harry, than most people will ever know to be so. You've had experience with this, yes?"

Harry thought about the white room and professor Dumbledore, about an ugly deformed thing that had once been Tom Riddle, and nodded.

"You've come to possess three items; a cloak, a wand, and a stone. Three items with their own special abilities, but when together they form a key. The fact that you are here means that these items saw into your soul and found you worthy."

'But what does that mean?' Harry asked, apprehension growing.

They stopped walking and Mortis held out his hand and moved it as if opening a sliding door. The darkness moved aside and an entryway appeared. The kitten wiggled and jumped out of Harry's arms, disappearing through the opening. Mortis turned to Harry and motioned for him to follow.

"Come on, we don't have all day." Harry stepped through and was instantly hit with heavy humidity. A cool breeze caught in his hair. He was standing on a patio overlooking a beach.

Mortis took a seat on a long wooden bench and patted the spot next to him. He pulled a bright blue popsicle out of his pocket and held out a bright red one to Harry. It tasted of artificial strawberry flavoring. After a moment of just sitting there enjoying the view, Harry turned to Mortis.

'You haven't answered my question.' Harry watched as Mortis' shoulders slumped forward, a shadow fell across his face. 'Sir, the letter told me to come to Gringotts as soon as possible. That my parents were waiting for me. I saw them right before I entered… wherever this is. How is that possible?'

Mortis looked at Harry, his black eyes piercing. Harry gulped. "You already know how, don't you? You can feel it. Something changed that day you defeated the Dark Lord. Something you're not sure how to describe."

Harry shook his head, his eyes grew wider.

"You Mastered Death."