Sensing Magic
by Teddylonglong

Please refer to chapter 1 for my disclaimer and warnings. Thank you.

Harry did not know the spell; however, he could sense that it was not exactly harmless, when the spell travelled towards Marvolo. He did not even need his wand, but quickly waved his hand in the headmaster's direction and shouted, "Expelliarmus!" An instant later, he caught Dumbledore's wand in his right hand. He noticed in surprise that the wand was redder than the usual brown of a normal wand, and it felt extremely powerful in his hand. 'This is a very special wand and extremely powerful,' he realised in shock, before he recalled what Marvolo had told him about Dumbledore's wand.

"Petty, Dumbledore, really petty," Marvolo commented, before he enervated Twinkle. 'Harry, do not return that wand to him. It's the Elder Wand. We talked about it the other day, and it's won by conquer. It's yours now. Congratulations.'

'All right,' Harry replied like in a daze, noticing that Marvolo apparated away without further ado.

"Harry, will you please return my wand to me?" Dumbledore held out his hand.

"No, sir. It's mine now." He made sure that his voice was firm and did not show the uncertainty he felt.

"Ah, but Harry, you don't know what you're talking about." Harry inwardly rolled his eyes at the old wizard's kind, grandfatherly voice, which he despised so much.

"Master Dumbledore, I believe that Harry is right. The Elder Wand won't work for you anymore. Harry is now its master." Twinkle held out both hands. "Shall I take you both back to Hogwarts?"

"Yes please." Harry beat the headmaster to a response.

"Apparently, Voldemort cast a charm at the cave to be notified, when someone would come for the locket, even if it was only a fake." Dumbledore sounded very tired. "Yes, Twinkle, please take us back."

HP

When they arrived in the headmaster's office at Hogwarts, Dumbledore let himself sink into the chair behind his desk and slumped down in defeat.

"Thank you for accompanying me today." He let out a deep sigh. "Harry, I believe that I haven't made clear enough just how dangerous Voldemort is. There was no need for you to defeat him earlier. He's the one who killed your parents." He sighed again. "Has your father ever told you why it is that Voldemort tried and will still try to kill you?"

"If you mean the prophecy, I am aware of it. Lord Gaunt told me about it himself."

"Did he?" Dumbledore helped himself to a lemon drop in apparent confusion. "Did he also tell you about the Horcrux behind your scar?"

"Yes sir."

Dumbledore's eyes narrowed. "Do you not understand that it means that you have to die, before he can finally be killed?"

"I believe that you're the only one who is interested in killing him… and in extension me, sir."

"No, I do not intend to kill you. Please leave now. I will ask your father to talk some sense into you. He's a good man."

Harry left without a further word and returned home, eager to speak with his parents about the old wizard and his theories.

HP

"What happened?" Regina was the first to ask, apparently noticing the shock still visible in his face.

"May I call Marvolo here as well please?"

"I shall call him," Severus offered and headed to the fireplace.

A moment later, Marvolo stepped out. "Regina, Severus, Harry."

"Please take a seat. Harry just wanted to tell us about his excursion with Dumbledore." Severus then called Cicero, who brought refreshments for them all, casting Harry a worried look.

Regina and Severus gasped, when Harry showed them the Elder Wand.

"Harry, I believe that you should put it into your vault at Gringotts." Severus looked at him in obvious concern.

"Perhaps, you should even place the Invisibility cloak into another vault," Regina added, apparently sharing his father's concern.

"And then the ring into yet another vault." Marvolo handed Harry a small item, which he only hesitantly accepted.

"Thank you, Marvolo. Are you really sure that you want me to have it?"

"Absolutely."

"Then you own all three Deathly Hallows, which means that, according to the tale, that you're the Master of Death." Regina's voice was laced with amazement.

Harry shrugged. "Does that mean that I can't be killed? I don't really feel like asking Dumbledore to try it out."

His father rolled his eyes, while Marvolo shook his head. "Harry, no one should know about this, let alone Dumbledore."

"Of course. I don't want anyone but the three of you to know. I think I'll take the ring to my own vault and…" He slowly trailed off, resolving to decide on the procedure later on.

"Harry, I must thank you for preventing Dumbledore from cursing me earlier. You probably saved my life. Thank you very much."

Harry smiled. "You're welcome, sir."

"I now owe you a second life debt."

Harry shook his head. "No sir. You don't owe me anything."

HP

It was late that evening, when he retired to bed, where Lucy was already fast asleep, when he noticed a never-felt magic manifest right next to him.

"Master."

"Hello?" Harry asked, sleepily, only to add, "I've told you before to not call me master. I'm just Harry."

"No, you haven't told me before, as we're just meeting for the first time." The voice sounded somehow annoyed, and Harry quickly cast a Lumos charm to be able to see his visitor.

He was shocked to see that it was not an elf. It was a figure who was from head to toe hidden under a black robe, slightly similar to the grey Unspeakable robes.

"Excuse me, sir, but who are you?"

"I am Death."

tbc...

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