Well, Harry lost. His face was on the front page of the Daily Prophet for seven consecutive days total. He noticed that some of the Aurors were using his Witch Weekly cover as a dartboard, but none of the female Aurors seemed to be hanging it in their cubicles. It seemed all in good fun, though.

Harry began to tire of making his way through the media in the morning, so one day he decided to use his invisibility cloak to sneak in. For fun, he sat down in the conference room and took the cloak off, suddenly appearing. Apparently, that hadn't been a great idea because all of his colleagues jumped out of their skin. He guessed he was lucky that he wasn't hexed.

He continued to sit in the morning training sessions. They often covered NEWT level material that he didn't know since he skipped his last year at Hogwarts. In addition, some of the afternoon training sessions covered his weaker areas, such as his bane, Potions, and areas that he had not been exposed to, such as simple healing spells.

His trick with the invisibility cloak came back to haunt him, however. Apparently, people noticed that they did not see him enter the Ministry but that he then appeared in the Auror's office. One day he was again called into Robards' office.

"Potter! What in the bloody hell did you do now?" He held out the Daily Prophet with the headline, "Harry Potter, Master of Death?" Someone had blabbed about his invisibility cloak, and the media had jumped to the conclusion that he was the master of all three hallows. Robards sighed, "I thought the chaos around you was finally settling down."

"I'm not the Master of Death, sir. I don't have the Resurrection Stone."

"But you do have the invisibility cloak."

"Yes, it was passed down to me by my father."

"So you're a descendant of one of the Peverell brothers and the heir of one of the hallows."

"Yes."

"Did you ever have possession of the Resurrection Stone?"

"Yes, but I lost it."

"You lost it."

"Well, I purposefully lost it where I didn't think anyone else could find it, even me."

"Don't tell me where, please. Did anyone take any of the hallows from you by force?"

"No."

"So you may still technically be the Master of Death. Just what we need. You know it would be easier to refute the Daily Prophet stories if they weren't actually true."

"Sorry, sir."

"Well, maybe it could be useful. Maybe people won't try to kill you if they think you're immortal."

"I'm sure I'm not, sir."

"I don't think anyone has ever possessed all three Hallows at once, Harry. Who knows what it means for you."

Harry noticed the sudden use of his first name. Unfortunately, this just seemed to emphasize the seriousness of the situation.

A purple memo flew in and fell onto Robards' desk. He opened it immediately as the color represented a message from the Minister of Magic's office. "Oh, yes, our little problem is becoming wider known. We've both been summoned to Minister Shacklebolt's office. Let's go."

Harry wondered if Kingsley was beginning to regret the offer he made to Harry the day after the Battle of Hogwarts to join the Aurors. Maybe he was just too much trouble.

The Aurors started a new pool for consecutive front page mentions in the Daily Prophet for Harry, but it began to seem that no one would win. It seemed as if the Prophet could go on indefinitely with the "Master of Death" angle. They did special reports about each of the three hallows. They posted family trees tracing his lineage back to the Peverell brothers and interviewed former students from Hogwarts who discussed how he always seemed to be able to sneak around the castle with no one finding him or would suddenly appear out of nowhere. They speculated where he might have obtained the Resurrection Stone and wondered who he might call back with it. "Were Harry Potter's parents proud that he is the Master of Death?" They speculated on implications for Death Eaters if he used the Elder Wand. They interviewed anonymous sources who had been in the Forbidden Forest when Lord Voldemort tried to kill him. There was widespread agreement that he had survived the killing curse a second time because he was Master of Death (Well, maybe. No one really understood how he survived, although there were different theories).

The Aurors created a drinking game where they were to drink every time they saw his new title, "The Boy Who Lived Twice," in an article or headline, but decided that they would kill themselves playing.

Finally, the betting pool was cancelled, and the Auror in charge returned everyone's money.