Harry Potter, Master of Death, The-Boy-Who-Lived, Lord Potter, sighed. For two years now he had been trying to figure out how to fix his life, how to go back in time and stop everything from happening. It had all changed when he started to actively go after Voldemort. His friends had been reclusive, unwilling to talk to him. They had never believed him when he had said that he had no part in any of the Death Eater raids. Everyone shunned him, no one willing to even think for a second that he was innocent, everyone but Hermione . So he had gone on to hunting his horcruxes. Plain and Simple. He had barely managed to convince Hermione to go with him. He knew that she would die fighting for him. She just didn't know where to start. "Impulsive" She had called him. Of course he knew he was acting rashly. They had no leads, no hints, no help but themselves. Ronald Weasley had stopped being his friend in second year, afraid of being shunned because of hanging out with a Parseltongue.

So they had hunted, searching every possible lead, leaving no stone unturned. It was during this that Hermione had been killed. He hated thinking about it, knowing he could have saved her, if he had been just a bit faster, just been a little bit stronger. Looking back he knew it wasn't healthy, but he had while hunting the horcruxes, thrown himself into training. Everyday when he had no clue where to begin hunting, he'd train nonstop, physically, mentally, and magically. It was while training that he remembered about becoming an Animagus. When he had finally killed Voldemort at the Great Battle of Hogwarts, everyone had started coming up to him and apologizing for their past behavior. But he didn't care. He didn't need anyone else but Hermione. He knew he was being rash, selfish even but he didn't for the life of him, care. A year later, he had gotten an owl from Gringotts. Seeing as how he had just turned 18, they had said it was time for him to ascend into Lord Potter. So he had gone the next day, and he left feeling incredibly shocked and happy. His trust vault had merged with his main vault seeing as how he was no longer in school. The Potters, while an old family, weren't the richest, or even in the top 5. Accumulated all together, he was worth 10,465,810 galleons. When he had inquired as to how they had managed to accumulate that amount of money, Griphook had told him that "Linfred Potter was a vague and absent-minded fellow whose Muggle neighbours often called upon his medicinal services," Griphook explained.

It was these "medicinal services," including "Skele-gro" and "Pepper Potion," that were the beginnings of the Potter family fortune.* And so they had worked hard to maintain the wealth, one member even quadrupling their wealth during his lifetime.

So here he was, reading tomb after tomb, book after book, looking for a way back. He had come up with a semi-solution when in a book, the author had claimed that The Veil, might not even be a death portal. For all intents and purposes, the author claimed that The Veil was a portal, through time or even dimensions, he did not know. He speculated that whoever went through The Veil didn't actually die. Knowing he was the Master of Death and that he couldn't actually die nor age, Harry wasn't scared about going through with the idea. He just had a couple things to do beforehand.

"Well lets get this going" Harry said to no one in particular. He needed to go to Gringotts to take all his money out, leave a letter explaining why he did what he did. He knew it probably wouldn't be found till years later but he at least wanted to explain himself. As soon as he had put the gold into his 7 story trunk that he had shrunken, Harry had put his cloak on, taken his wand out, and apparated to the telephone booth outside the Ministry of Magic. As soon as he got there, Harry muttered a Notice-Me-Not spell and a Muffliato so no one would hear him. He knew he was probably safe with his cloak but he didn't want to take any chances with the increased security in the Ministry. They had noticed their mistakes and actually had managed to regain enough public support to rebuild.

Catching a lift down to the Time/Death Chamber had proven difficult. He had to wait until an Unspeakable had passed by before following close behind into the lift. It had taken him three hours. Seeing the Veil in the middle of the room, Harry hurriedly walked up to it, pausing just an inch from it. From this close he could actually make out voices, hear words that the spirits were saying. They wanted him, begged him to join them. And so with a curse at himself for being so impulsive, and a muttered "Goodbye Mom and Dad", Harry stepped into it and felt himself falling in an abyss of white.

Waking up, Harry put an arm over his eyes and reached for his glasses.

"Where am I?" He muttered to himself.

"Master, its very good to see you have awoken." A voice spoke to him from behind.

Spinning around, Harry saw who was the owner of said voice. A woman, no older than 30, stood with her hands behind her back. She had dirty blonde hair with blue eyes. She stood taller than him, something that had him quite annoyed as he was once again reminded at how short he was courtesy of the Dursleys.

"Death, I presume?" Harry asked with one brow raised.

"Yes, Master, I'm here because you were amazingly foolish and incredibly stupid. I mean who walks into a portal known famously for causing death? That was a very stupid thing to do." Death spoke, eyebrow twitching at how Harry had just, in a manner of speaking, committed suicide.

"I had nothing left, what did you expect me to do? It would either kill me or send me back in time." Harry said whilst shrugging.

"Oh I don't know, maybe NOT KILL YOURSELF!" Death practically screamed at him. Which in itself was weird because Harry didn't think this was how a Divine Deity was supposed to act.

"You know I didn't think a being such as yourself would act like this. Aren't you supposed to be all tall, in a black robe with a scythe, hanging around some poor fellow that's about to die?" Harry questioned.

Death snorted, " That's a foolish depiction of me, thought up by mortals to make dying seem even scarier. Plus I've been bored, I mean how long do you think its been since I've talked to someone? Its been centuries. Now I've got a new master and I'll be damned if I let you die. It's a perk that you're so good-looking." Death muttered the last part to herself, eyes scanning up and down his frame.

Harry shivered, he had a feeling she was mentally undressing him," Yes well, what now? I mean I can't die, I can't age, and I'm in a limbo of sorts with you." Harry asked.

"Well now I can send you back to your home world or I could send you into another dimension." Death shrugged," Really its your choice, I could even fix your height and everything wrong with your body, if you so wish." She offered.

"No! I don't wanna go back, I have nothing there, another dimension I guess, and that would be lovely of you." Harry responded, grateful for her offer.

"Very well, Master, come here, and don't worry it'll all be done quick, I'm the same in all dimensions. Ill be watching you, Master." Death said somberly; she didn't want her master to leave her.

Harry took the few steps warily, he knew he should trust her, seeing as how he was her Master, but still he preferred caution. When he got right in front of her, he asked," What now?''

"This." She responded while kissing him unexpectedly.

Before he knew it, he had her curvaceous body pressed against him, her lips on his, before he was blinded by even more white light. And then Harry felt pain, pain that would put the Crucio curse to shame. Then he was knocked out. Leaving Death all to herself as she went to lay in bed. It had been a weird day after all.

And there you guys have it! Its my first chapter of Harry Potter- The Animagus Avenger. Please leave a review stating what form you would like him to have!

Animagus Options:

Basilisk.

Dragon

Black Mamba

Please also leave who you'd like to see him paired with!

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