I apologise that some events are not canon, but I'll try my best from now on. I know that this chapter is also a bit wierd, but I find it neccessary.

"RONALD BILIUS WEASLEY!"

The shout from inside The Burrow startled Harry and Ginny, who had only just realised their position. As they struggled out from each other's grasps, hung over, Molly was still bawling her head off. It was torture for Harry; He was seeing his highly attractive girlfriend in her lingerie for the first time ever, however he was also struggling to find his wand.

"Yes!" Harry said as he grasped it. Ginny, who now had her jeans on and was trying to find her top, shot Harry a confused look. Harry, however, ignored this.

"Accio, jeans" and he put them on. "Accio, top" and he put it on. Then he said to Ginny "Your Mum will have realised by now we're not in the house, so, I think when she comes, it'd be best if we feign sleep. That way, she sees we're dressed and knows nothing happened, it didn't, right?"

"I…I don't think so… quickly, I heard the door open" They ran to the benches where they were sat last night and Harry laid his head on the table; Ginny sat next to him and leaned on to him, eyes shut.

Molly stormed in the tent and Ginny sat up, pretending she had just awoken. Yawning and stretching, Ginny glanced at her mother, who was smiling, then knocked Harry.

"Stop it, Ron, I wanna sleep." After another elbow (Harry was very convincingly acting as though he was asleep) he raised his head with a puzzled look.

"Morning, Harry" Ginny said softly. "I think it is breakfast time."

They got up and stretched, and then Harry looked at Molly and gave a small wave and a smile to match. Then they walked into The Burrow to find a sheepish Hermione and Ron, who gave Harry a quick grin and withdrew as soon as Molly looked at him. Next to them was a grinning George sat next to a sheepish Angelina, whom he was hugging. And finally, Dudley. He was sat on the floor doing sit ups but got up as soon as he saw Harry.

"Now" Molly said. "I will not tolerate that behaviour within this house! Dudley? What would you like for breakfast?"

"Erm… do you have any muesli?"

"Muesli? What's the matter Dudley?" Harry asked, knowing his cousin's hayred for anything sugar-free

"Oh, right, erm…I've been err… trying to lose weight, so I could err… trytofindyouandhelpyou." The last bit of the sentence was said so fast in the hope that George wouldn't laugh, and he didn't because Harry got there first.

"Sorry, Dudley. I just remember when you had to eat grapefruit every morning."

"Yeah, how did you manage? You got less than me."

"These kind people sent me a stash of sweets." He laughed. "And has anyone got a Hangover cure? Mine's killing me."

"Here you go, Harry. Although I don't know how everyone is so hung over. We gave you one bottle and there were nine of you." Molly said, puzzled.

"Thanks Mrs Weasley."

"Harry. Call me Molly, please."

"I don't think I can, you'll always be Mrs. Weasley to me, just as Mr. Weasley will always be-well- Mr Weasley. Oh, I've got a message for the Minister, has anyone seen Oliver?"

The second he heard his name, Oliver swooped from Harry and Ron's room, down the stairs and onto Harry's shoulder.

"Hello, Oliver, could you deliver this to the minister, please." The owl hooted, nibbled his ear affectionately and let Harry put the letter on his leg. Watching Oliver fly off, Harry turned to the table and started eating. He did not know what he was eating because his mind was somewhere else; Last night. Had they actually done anything, or had they just stripped sown because it was hot and fell asleep together, innocently?

"So, in five days time I will be going to Melbourne to find my parents. The Minister tracked them down to seventeen, Ashgrove lane, and I would like for you to come with me." Hermione said.

"Of course I'm coming, I'm not leaving you alone anymore. Harry'll come as well won't you mate? As long as we're back before the eleventh, Ginny would kill us if we missed it, wouldn't she, Harry?"

"Harry? Harry? Honestly, Harry, if Luna was here she'd say your head's full to bursting with Wrackspurts. Harry?" Ginny shouted.

Harry could not actually move. He tried to open his mouth and did manage to open it, but he vomited onto his plate.

The pain was unbearable, his scar was throbbing and his eyes were glazing over. There was only one thing for it. He knew he was going to blow up, he could feel it, so he decided to apparate to a safe distance.

"Ron! I'm going to the place were we found the fake locket, if I'm not back in ten hours ask Dumbledore's portrait..."

'Crack' he was gone. Harry had no idea how he did it but he had apparated out of The Burrow. Now he was in the middle of a large, desolate cliff. The thought of being here without Dumbledore was killing him and then it happened.

Harry was glowing green and his hair was on end. He tried to focus on one spot, a rock five metres away, and he sent his magic into it. He felt a blast but remained conscious, watching as the rock transformed. His magic, Harry's magic, was turning the rock in to something new, something brand new to Harry's eyes, but as old as the world itself.

And Death spoke. "Harry Potter, kin of the Peverell's, my master." This last bit Death spat out. His long cloak flapped in the sea air, covering his skeletal face. "As my master you get on wish. What is it that you wish, Master?"

"I do not believe myself to be your master."

"But you, and you alone, were brave enough to give your life; you had my Hallows, you have the mark, you cannot be harmed by me."

"Ok?" Harry said rubbing his scar. "I wish that this would stop happening to me. I wish that I was not at risk of harming anyone by my magic expanding. I wish that my magic expanded to full capacity right now, without dying or hurting anyone."

"As you wish" and Death stepped into him. It was a weird sensation; pure agony was being flooded with amazement, ecstasy and a feeling that had no name. It was not fear, not guilt, not hatred nor love. It was just pure emotion. Then Harry felt something tug. His chest glowed green and a large eruption came out from the sign of the Hallows and he fell into bliss.

"Three hours only, young master, you are tougher than even I thought possible."

Harry opened his eyes to see death crouched over him. Something Harry had not noticed before was that Death was not a skeleton. His eyes were round and blue in colour with penetrating, black pupils. His face was pale and skinny, but he was humane in form. His hood was thrown back to show long locks of silver hair and a great long beard to go with it.

"Dumbledore?"

"Sorry, Master Potter, but it is I, Death. I believed that waking up to Albus' face would be much less frightening than my own.

"Now, Master Potter, you must return to your family."

Harry was flabbergasted. How could he leave the Weasley's and Hermione behind? How could he leave Dudley?

"Sorry, Master Potter, I think you misunderstood. Your family as in the Weasley clan, your cousin and friends. You have shown me something today that I have not seen since Ignotus himself. You have earned my respect. I do not expect you to, but, if you need me, simply come here and turn this rock green. You will find that you have a massive amount of power now, use it wisely."

"Before you go, can I ask you some things?"

"Go ahead Young Master."

"Is my uncle still alive?"

"Yes."

"Is he safe?"

"In a sense, yes. He does not know it, but he is."

"Has he ran off with a witch?"

"In a sense, yes. He has ran away with a witch, because Death eaters found them. He has never betrayed your Aunt or Cousin. He may not be kind, but he has morals."

"Where is he?"

"He was transported, via aeroplane, to nineteen, Ashgrove lane, Melbourne."

"Isn't that, isn't that where Hermione's parents are?"

"Yes. Now, I have answered your questions and I need to go" Death said, whilst raising his hood. "You cannot apparate into The Burrow, but you can apparate to the Lovegood's house. Hopefully, we will not meet for along time again"

"Harry! Wake up. Please. You can't be dead. Tomorrow's my birthday and if you're dead I won't want it to be my birthday."

Harry spluttered. He felt like he had a million knives in his skin and a hippogriff sat on him. His head felt like it was going to explode and his eyes burnt at the bright lights.

"…Where…am…I?" Harry grunted.

"HE'S AWAKE, HARRY'S ALIVE! Sorry Harry, but we've been worried about you. You're in St Mungo's and you've been unconscious for ten days. Hermione and Ron left without you, they knew you'd understand, and they'll be back at eight. They said they've got a surprise for you."

Molly, Arthur, Bill, Fleur, Charlie, Percy, George, Hagrid, Kingsley, Dudley and McGonagall came through the door, all relieved that Harry was alive.

"Anything…happened?" Harry groaned.

"Yes, Harry. You happened. You have been unconscious for ten days, mumbling about Death and Dumbledore. Now you're awake and fine."

"I'm…in...a…lot…of...pain." Harry grumbled.

"Nurse Merry! Mr Potter is in pain."

A short stocky woman came in and pointed her wand at Harry. She muttered something like 'Muggles in St. Mungo's'. After a dance-like wand moment Harry's pain ceased and he moved into a more comfortable position. Merry left and pursue a rather large Healer.

"If you have one more seizure like that you could die, or be in permanent comatose." Arthur spoke sternly. It was unusual, alien to Harry. The only time he had spoken in that tone previously was when Arthur warned Harry about Sirius.

"That was my last one. I swear." Harry replied.

"How can you swear that to be true?"

"Do you know the importance of dreams in comatose patients? I do. It was on the news after my fourth year. Dreams in comatose patients have a high relevance to life of said patient." Harry knew that, in this room, he could trust everyone. He had already told all but two of the members about the Hallows, and Hagrid wouldn't betray him. "I dreamt that Death promised me one wish. It was a selfish wish, I know, but I wished to have my soul expand fully in one burst without dying or harming anyone else. He said that, as master of Death, I could ask him anything. I found out where Vernon is, Dudley. He's next door to Hermione's parent's house. That's probably their surprise. Not as nice for me as it was to see you Big D, but still, it's what I promised you.

"So, if Hermione and Ron come back with Vernon, or even say they know where he is, will you believe that that was my last fit?"

"I… I suppose so. But what if they don't?"

"Then I'm going to find Death and make him do it whilst I'm conscious"

"Harry. What do yer mean? Master o' Death. You soun' like a Death eater." Hagrid stated, scared.

"I am the proud owner of the three Deathly Hallows. You twelve and Ron and Hermione are the people I trust the most. None of you would duel me, as you all see me as your friend. Is that right?"

"Yes!" came an almost unanimous response. Dudley, however, was too scared to talk.

"I own the elder wand. The indestructible, unbeatable wand. I own the cloak of true invisibility and I did have, in my possession, the resurrection stone. I own the Deathly Hallows. The elder wand is currently in Dumbledore's tomb, the resurrection stone is, well, safe and the cloak is with the rest of my stuff at The Burrow.

"I'm going into Diagon Alley now; I would rather do it alone, although I accept if Kingsley wants to send some Aurors with me and I wouldn't mind if Dudley came along."

"You're not going anywhere! You are seriously I'll. I will not allow it!" Molly was distraught; 'if he thought he was going anywhere, he was wrong.'

"I know you're worried about me, but I'm fine. I just need some fresh air." Harry got out of bed and summoned his clothes. "Now, if you don't mind, I would like to get dressed."

Knowing they'd been beat, everyone left the room but Ginny and Dudley.

"Why do you want me with you?" Dudley asked.

"Because I haven't really seen you since I saved you from Dementors, so I'd like a proper catch up. Also I want to ask you about Aunt Petunia."

"Oh, Ok." And he walked out of the room, leaving Ginny behind.

"I was here since you were admitted. I left for one hour to say goodbye to Ron and Hermione and cam straight back here. I whispered to you for ten days, Harry, ten days and as soon as you wake up you just want to wander off around Diagon Alley with a cousin you detested for almost all of your life instead of being with me. I've loved you for seven years and you don't seem to care" Ginny was crying now and Harry was dumbstruck.

"I…I wanted to get your birthday surprise sorted. It…it wouldn't have been a surprise if you came. I promise that I'll be gone no longer than an hour. I swear. I want to be with you. I love you too, you know, and nothing will stop me loving you. Not even Death himself."

He went to hug her but tripped over and onto the bed.

"I know, I know" he said as Ginny giggled. "If I can't get to you, you come over her so I can kiss you. Please?"

Ginny swept over to him and gave him a wet kiss, slightly reminiscent of his and Cho's, although Harry knew that this was the woman he was going to marry, and she was crying because she loved him.

"Now, can I get dressed please?" Harry asked softly.

"Ok. But, if you're not back at The Burrow before eleven, you will not see my birthday because I will have murdered you." Her face was what Harry imagined Molly's face to have been like when she caught Ron and Hermione ten days ago, yet her voice was slightly mocking. She pecked his cheek and hurried out the room.

At eleven o'clock precisely, Harry Potter wandered into The Burrow with the face of a mischievous child, beaming at Ginny mockingly and patting Dudley on the back.

"Now Ginny, what do you want to do?"

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