Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

The bold is from Harry Potter DH every thing else is my own.

He lay facedown, listening to the silence. He was perfectly alone. Nobody was watching. Nobody else was there. He was not perfectly sure that he was there himself. A longtime later, or maybe no time at all, it came to him that he must exist, must be more then disembodied thought, because he was lying, definitely lying, on some surface. Therefore he had a sense of touch, and the thing against which he lay existed too.

Almost as soon as he had reached this conclusion, Harry became conscious that he was naked. Convinced as he was of his total solitude, this did not concern him, but it did intrigue him slightly. He wondered whether, as he could feel, he would be able to opening them, he discovered that he had eyes. He lay in a bright mist, though it was not like mist he had ever experienced before. His surroundings where not hidden by cloudy vaper; rather the the cloudy vaper had not yet formed into surroundings. The floor on which he lay seemed to be white, neither warm nor cold, but simply there, a flat, blank something on which to be. He sat up. His body appeared unscathed. He touched his face. he was not wearing glasses anymore.

Then a noise reached him through the unformed nothingness that surrounded him: the small soft thumping of something that flapped, flailed, and struggled. It was a pitiful noise, yet also slightly indecent. He had a uncomfortable feeling that he was eavesdropping on something furtive, shameful. For the first time, he wished he was clothed Barely had the wish formed in his head than robes appeared a short distance away. He took them and pulled them on: They were soft, clean, and warm. It was extraordinary how they appeared, just like that, the moment he wanted them...

He stood up, looking around. Was he in some great of Room of Requirement? The longer he looked, the more there was to see. A great domed glass roof glittered high above him in sunlight. Perhaps it was a palace. All was hushed and stilled, except for those odd thumping and whimpering noises coming from somewhere close by in the mist...

Harry turned slowly on the spot, and his surroundings seemed to invent themselves before his eyes. A wide-open space, bright and clean, a hall larger by far then the Great Hall, with that clear, domed glass ceiling. It was quite empty. He was the only person there, except for- He recoiled. He had spotted the thing that was making the noises. It had the form of a small, naked child, curled on the ground, its skin raw and rough, flayed- looking, and it lay shuddering under a seat where it had been left, unwanted, stuffed out of sight, struggling for breath.

He was afraid of it. Small and fragile and wounded though it was, he did not want to approach it. Nevertheless he drew slowly nearer, ready to jump back at any moment. Soon he stood near enough to touch it, yet he could not bring himself to do it. He felt like a coward. He ought to comfort it, but it repulsed him. "You cannot help." He spun around. A middle aged man was walking towards him. He was radiating yet also drawing power into himself. Harry felt calm suddenly.

"Who are you" Harry asked.
"I am Death, he answered.
"Death?"
"I thought you would be..."
"Older? wearing a cloak, breathing rattling breathes?" Death replied in a amused tone.
"Well... maybe" Harry looked away, embarrassed.
"Two things, first I don't need to breath, second I only appear in a cloak when I go to the realm that you come from, because I like to scare people." Death smirked.
"So I'm dead?" Harry inquired.
"No" Death said.
"No?"
"No since you have gathered all the deathly hollows, you are master of death."
"So I can order you to do anything?" Harry asked thoughtfully.
"No it means master of your own death, not my master" laughed Death "you don't really think that three artifices can control me?"
"Oh.
"So wear are we and what is that thing?" Harry pointed to the ugly child.
"That is part of Tom's soul-"
"That is part of Voldemort's soul?"
"Yes and if you stop interrupting, I can answer your second question" Death said irritated.
"Sorry" mumbled Harry.
Death glared at him "Anyway we are in a place only two other peoples ever was before, two masters of deaths."
"Who were they?"
"I'll tell you one of them, his name was Nicolas Flamel."
"Nicolas Flamel? the one who invented the philosophers stone?" Asked Harry surprised.
"Why do you think that only he invented the stone, he transferred his power to the stone.
"Why did he do it? And why did it make gold? And why did he need to take a elixir."
"Because he wanted his wife to live long also, because he made the stone like that, and because when he made the stone he weakened his power, how else do you think that
you got the power, only one person can have it at a time?"
"He died in my first year" Harry replied.
Death stared at him in disbelief "You really believe that?
"Why won't I?"
"Of course you do, so that's what fate meant when he said help him anyway possible. Fate wants to set it right" Death mumbled.
"Set what right?" asked a confused Harry.
"You where manipulated your whole life by people close to you like Albus Dumbledore, the Weasleys, some of them, Hermione Granger mainly" Death told Harry bluntly.
"What! I don't believe you." exclaimed Harry.
"Let's start from the beginning of your life and I'll prove it to you."Death told him grimly "Do you think that the 'great' Albus Dumbledore, leader of the light wouldn't know that one of the members in his group is a death eater? He put a confundo on Sirius Black to make him change the secret keeper to Peter Pettigrew. Then he puts another confundo on Black to go after Peter, during the war Sirius grew up, became less hothead and would have stayed with you. Now Dum-ass-dork has a problem he wants to control you and get your money, but you parents left a will that you should go to other people but only black and Longbottom knows what's in it. So when black chases the rat, he uses some influence and gets Sirius put into prison without a trail. Then there is the longbottoms so he tells them its safe to come out of hiding. So they did, before you ask why did they listen , remember that everyone trusted him. Two days later the Longbottoms was attacked. So he took you and put you by the Dursleys doorstep and left you there to get abused, so you will love Hogwarts more then normal and you'll look up to him."

Death stop, Harry stood there a minute taking it all, in he felt heartbroken, he trusted them,they betrayed him, he wanted to just sit down and cry for a long time. "What about Ginny?" Harry asked in a hollow voice.
"She gave you love potions." Was Deaths reply. Harry forced himself to clear his mind, to think.
"What do you mean money, my vault doesn't have much money in it?" Harry began.
"That is only your trust vault." Answered Death.
"Trust vault?" Inquired harry.
"Yes your family is an old, rich family" Death said back. "we don't have time to talk much longer, let me finish, when the letters before first year came, Hagrid showed you
Diagon alley. No he isn't part of the plan just he is forgetful, and you know how he is. Anyway, you knew less about the wizarding world then the muggle-born did. So you didn't know how to get onto the platform, so then Molly comes talking very loudly about muggles, and you meet her and the family. Naturally you become friends when he comes into the compartment, notices how this is the only time the weaselly family came early. Then by Christmas time since you were raised by the Dursleys, you never got presents so when Molly sent something to you, you liked her even more."

"The whole stone thing was a test for you. That's why he picked up the stone from the bank the same time you went there, to get you thinking about it. Dum-ass-door knew that Quirrell was possessed, the wards would have told him. And Ron chased everyone away from you, so you wouldn't learn about your place in the world."
"Place in the world?" questioned Harry.
"That is for your guardian to tell you" answered Death
"Now if you want you'll be sent back in time so you can save more people then you did, not everyone, but more. Do you want to? The hollows will become one with you if you do' until you give up you powers." said Death
"Let's say I don't want to?" Harry wanted to know.
"Then ether you can die or go back to your time as it is now. Choose now!" Death demanded
"I'll go back to save some people" Decided Harry.
"Good" was the last thing Harry heard as Death snapped, his fingers and all he new was blackness.

-to be con.