Draft - Thoughts

"Draft" - Death talking out loud

"Draft" - Normal talking

P.S Death will be referred to as They/them/it. I choose that because for me personally Death is neither male or female, it just is.

Edited

Why?

Why did this always happen to me?

Haven't I suffered enough?

Have all my mistakes really mean this?

" Are you done with your pity party Master?"

" ... Are you finally going to take me? " Asked the 'young boy' with a bit of hope in his voice.

" I'm sorry, but no. I can't have my one and only Master go"

"You don't even sound sorry Serigo, that's the least you could do " The 'young man' sweat dropped. He soon let out a sigh and stood from the Headmasters chair that was looking over the ruins of land where a wall filled with portraits used to be.

The sky was dark grey mixed in with some black from all the chemicals. And the land, if it can even be called that, was covered in trash and remains of any life. There was no nature only dirt and the occasional piece of stone from what used to be part of a building, more specifically Hogwarts.

A forest could be seen a bit to the left. Half of the forest looked burned down. The few trees that weren't burnt down was so rotten it looked like a single breeze could have turned it into dust.

If there was any wind that is, which isn't.

The 5 foot 5 'boy' opened his almond shaped eyes to reveal the brightest green eyes framed with long dark lashes, the color of emeralds, or if you asked a wizard or a witch they would say the color of with the killing curse. But the 'boys' eyes belonged one to an old man that have seen things that could make the strongest and bravest man or women run away with fear and have nightmares for years. The 'young man' didn't have the spark of life or innocence that a 'seventeen' year old should have in them, they looked dead to the world. Though most people would assume that he was younger with his height. (Google said this was how tall he actually is so ya)

The 'boys' name is Harry James Potter, the-boy-who-lived, the man-that-conquered, defeater of the dark lord, or the least common title that no one, alive, knows but him. The Master of Death.

"If your not here to take me then what are you doing here then, the last time you visited me was like a couple years ago when everything and everyone died here on Earth." Asked Harry as he put his scarred hands on to his hips and turned to stare at Death who was standing next to a wall that looked ready to crumble at any second.

"Can't I visit my Master?" Harry just gave him his infamous death glare which would make any sane, or insane, person sweat buckets and want to run and hide and never come out. But of course this is Death we're talking about, they were just amused with its master. Not that you could see with the cloak covering there 'face', but of course Harry knew which irritated him.

"Alright, I have a choice for you"

Now this caught Harrys attention. He hasn't seen anything interesting happen for years, so he motioned for them to keep going.

"You can stay here Master and continue your pity party, or you can go to a whole new world and live your life there, until you want to leave and go to another universe."

"Tell me about this world Serigo"

If there's one thing that Harry had learned, it's that don't jump head first into something without all the details. It only took him 286 years to learn that.

" Of course Master, in this world there is no magic, instead they have very advanced technology, though not everyone gets to use them. And there's a kind of Game that the 'higher up' people like to watch. It basically where they get everyone from each district to give two people, one boy and one girl, to fight to the death with only one person as the victor. The victor gets fame and money and there other family members never have to compete in it again. Unless the Quarter Quell happens that year."

Of course Harry already knew he was going to say yes, call him crazy if you will, but he hasn't had anything remotely interesting happen for years. If you asked him, he'd rather go to a world where they kill people for a entertainment then stay here on a dead world with nothing in it.

"Say, Serigo would I still be your Master even though I'm in a new world?"

Harry allowed just the tiniest bit of hope, which made his eyes shine for a bit, only for it to go back to its usual dead look once he heard the answer. Had anyone been there they would have immediately been reminded of a cute kitten and started cooing at the adorable sight. Though no one was there, except Death who took a mental picture of it and saved it in his head. Probably to print it and put it in a scrapbook filled with pictures of his adorable Master and brag about it to Fate, Magic, and the other deities too. Don't ask how, it would be bad for your mental state.

"Nice try Master, but you were destined to be my Master before you were even born and you will stay as my Master until I die, which I can't so your stuck with me "

Harry sighed, and walked towards Death or what Harry calls him, Serigo. ( Try to guess why I choose this name ;) )

"Alright, but will I still have my stuff?"

Since Harry is the Master of Death he doesn't really need anything really. He doesn't need air, food, water, sleep, etc.

Though he's probably glad he doesn't need to go to the bathroom anymore though.

Since he can't die he doesn't need the things that every human and animal needs, but he still likes too, I mean would you give up food and sleep?

He may not need it but that doesn't mean he can't taste and feel things. He can't even remember that last time he had a decent meal considering all the plants have died years ago and the remaining humans ate what was left of the food in the supermarkets, even if they were rotten. I mean they still needed to eat to survive but not Harry.

So he just didn't eat or drink anything cause he's pretty sure rotten food and dirty water tastes disgusting.

He also doesn't even need to learn anything, he has a question, then like a second later he knows the answer. One of the perks of being the Master of Death. But Death probably won't let that happen, he is most likely going to only allowing the basic's. That's fine with Harry, cause it's going to be boring if he already knew everything.

The only thing he owns is a notebook filled with pictures of his friends and family which also has some things that belonged to them before they died. His broom, and pieces of his Phoenix wand. His invisibility cloak basically got absorbed into him, along with the resurrection stone, and the elder wand so it never gets lost. So he can summon it or just use the powers of it without taking it out. He's already tried destroying them, but it always appear right beside him looking brand new. He can also fly without the broom, but he likes to keep it because it brings both good and bad memories. There are more good memories than bad ones so it's fine.

Death nodded, and stuck out a bony hand. Harry still doesn't know why he looks like that when he has a 'human' form. Harry mentally shrugged and put his own pale, almost white, hand in Deaths.

They both started getting covered in black smoke and started to disappear.

Harry took one last look at what used to be his home. If anyone else were to be on earth they would have been turned into a skeleton in seconds with how hot it was, the only reason why Harry was even somewhat comfortable there was because of the overpowered cooling charm he put on himself. Harry turned around which caused his hair that brushed the back of his knees to move with him.

"Lets go Serigo"

Word count : 1501

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry potter or the Hunger Games in any shape or form. I only own the plot.

Ciao~