Scotland Hogwarts

The ceiling of the Great Hall showed signs of a coming storm. With only a few lit candles near the head table, the big hall was almost completely wrapped in darkness. thunder started rolling and lightning bolts flashed on the ceiling.

On the throne-like chair in the middle of the great hall, at the head table, sat a person shrouded in a strange cloak. Although the man did not move, it seemed as if the cloak did. Fine ripples spread across its surface and in some places, it seemed as if a snake was moving beneath it, only for the cloak to billow and show that there was only a man wearing black clothes. There was no real way to describe the fabric. It looked the same as the sky did at night. Mainly a deep, all-consuming black with little twinkles that shone like stars.

The calm silence was broken when the heavy wooden entrance doors to the hall opened and a small goblin came through. With a small stature, even for a goblin, and exceptionally long, pierced ears the creature would look funny. Were it not for the big axe strapped to his back, the leather belt with 4 throwing knives attached and a big ugly scar that went over most of his face.

The small warrior swiftly made his way to the end of the Hall to the Head table and bowed respectfully before the man sitting on the grand Chair.

"We have prepared everything, my Lord. My clan will be ready to travel on the morrow."

Waiting for an answer the goblin stood still. It did not do to seem impatient to his Lord.

The man lifted both hands up to the table and started tapping with one finger on the wood. After three taps he spoke with a deep and commanding voice.

"All the gold and the artifacts of the vaults and the castle are safely stored and shrunk? What about the animals we are to take with us Bakhook?"

Without missing a beat the goblin responded in a strong voice.

"We have packed and prepared everything as you decreed. The animals are in stasis and shrunk. The only thing we will have to leave here are the sets of armor scattered throughout the school. They are imbued with strong spells that make it impossible to shrink them"

Bakhook gnashed his teeth and said with a visible scowl

"Even our best curse breakers have not been able to lift them. A lot was lost in the Fall."

Harry Potter stood up from his old headmaster's seat and let his gaze roam the empty Hall.

His face looked almost the same as it did 323 years ago. Only his beard seemed a lot thicker. But he kept it well groomed. He had a stern look on his face when his stormy gaze settled on the goblin.

"Then it is time. Tell all of your clan to gather in the courtyard. I will perform the transformation and stasis spells on you."

Bakhook bowed and answered.

"yes my Lord"

While Bathook silently left the great hall, Harry took a moment to revel in old memories.

The last 200 hundred years after the Fall had been brutal. In the last moments of the Fall, he had saved Griphook and his goblin clan. Harry and the goblins took residence in the by then abandoned Hogwarts Castle. It had been raided and ravaged during the war. But the wards were still intact and with a boost of Harry's magic, they stood as powerful as the day they were built.

The war between the muggles and the magical had devastated the Planet. Many of the wonders Harry had seen and loved were now destroyed. Humanity at large had been thrown back into a dark age where man fought a man over scraps of food. All ethical and morals advancement were wiped away. Only the strongest had survived.

It had all started incredible stupid.

Some idiot had broken the statue of secrecy on a live stream with millions of viewers which prompted a war between the magical and the mundane world. Harry was hated from both sides for declining to join either side at the beginning.

By now Harry was proficient with both Sword and Mace. In combination with his large amount of magical power, he made for a deadly warrior. The Goblin forged weaponry and armor were a great boon to, as they had ensured minimal casualties from the goblins.

While Griphook had died some 200 years ago, his clan had grown strong. Many goblin survivors had fled their burning underground caves in the years after the Fall, looking for protection inside the boundaries of Hogwarts.

Now the Clan had almost a thousand members. They made for an intimidating force.

Harry shook his head to free himself of his thoughts. All this would not be important any more shortly. He planned to leave all this behind in search of a new future. He could not say why but he knew it would work. And on the remote chance, it did not. Well, there was not much to lose anyway. Even the goblins were sick of the burning world.

Harry strode down the middle of the great hall with long strides. Deaths cloak billowing around him. He made his way to the Entrance Hall and out into the courtyard, passing the broken hourglasses for the former House points, the gems having been looted a long time ago.

There was a mass of Goblins assembled. Harry strode to the middle of the assembly and conjured a rock to stand on. He stepped up and with a swish of his hand cast a sonorous charm on his throat.

He gathered his thoughts for a second before he started with iron conviction in his voice.

"Today is the day we leave this world. We will leave the misery and the despair behind for a new adventure. And I am grateful for your trust and help with this. I will now put you all in stasis and then transform and shrink you. You will be perfectly safe, and I will defend you with my life. As soon as we arrive and I have found a suitable place, I will return you to your normal state."

Harry turned around to a large pile that lay at the end of the courtyard. There were many magical suitcases. And every Goblin had a backpack. He wanted to make sure nothing went wrong here. So he pulled out the Elder Wand from his holster and shrank everything in the pile to the size of a small marble. He had truly accepted the ownership of the powerful wand quite a while ago. He summoned the marble and placed it with a sticking charm on his chest. He was not sure if his clothes would survive. Better not risk it.

For the next part, he definitely wanted to use his wand. He cast a long and tedious Spell and put the Goblin clan into stasis. He then carefully transfigured them into tiny puzzle pieces forming another a small marble. Harry stuck the marble next to the first one on his chest.

Now he was standing alone in the courtyard. He thought about commanding the suits of armor to come so he could find a way to shrink them. But ultimately decided against it. It would take a long time and he was not sure if he could even break the enchantments.

After deciding against it, he apparated into the deepest bowels of Gringotts.

Harry appeared right in front of the statue of the reaper. The original Cave entrance had long ago been sealed by the goblins.

Harry opened the massive Gates with a wink of his hand and entered the Vault. The Archway stood at the same place as before. It seemed to pull him to it. The whispering voices normally inaudible clearly called for him. He did not think long or waited for something. He strode purposefully through the Veil.

For a moment he thought he had simply stepped through and came out on the other side. The ground beneath him was solid. But a moment later he realized hew as not in his Vault any more. It was dark, and there was some sort of fog on the ground. But otherwise, he could not see anything else.

His cloak started to glow an ominous white light and lit up more of the surrounding area.

Yet there was only more fog to see. His wand in the holster started to vibrate lightly. And he could feel the black stone he wore on a chain around his neck getting warm.

A deep and raspy voice that vibrated through his whole being spoke from the dark.

"Greetings Mr. Potter. I have waited for quite some time to meet you. May I ask how you knew where to go?"

Harry could not stop the ice cold feeling that crept up his spine.

"I did not know. Not really at least. I always felt the pull of the veil. It became stronger the more years went by. And at some point, I could feel it was the way to go."

A soft glow started about 20 m in front of Harry and illuminated the form of men of average height. Harry could not make out any features of the man nor what clothes he wore. But the deity pulsated with raw power. Power the like Harry had never seen before.

"Hmm, interesting. I thought you would need a few hundred years more to overcome your fear of the unknown." the raspy voice spoke from the outline of the deity.

"However you are here now and it' s time to tell you what for. You gathered the Deathly Hallows and earned your immortality. While many think it is a blessing. It is indeed more like a curse."

Harry wasn't sure what to do or say. Death was apparently a real deity. As was the story about the Hallows. He could not believe it.

"Does that mean I am your master now?" Harry asked somewhat skeptical.

There was a moment of eerie silence before the deep voice of the god started to rumble loudly around him in laughter.

"I am Death. I am as old as Time and Space itself. No mortal will ever command me."

the god became serious again.

"No that' s one of your human stories. My exact words were …earn the Hallows to master death itself…. And you did. You are immortal".

Harry could have sworn the god was smirking at the end.

He relaxed a little and bowed his head slightly.

"Well, kinda what I expected".

This time the God gave a short laugh.

"Worry not. You are here for a purpose. I am pleased that you have prepared yourself. I will send you to planetos. The first of the worlds. There is an evil that has evaded my grasp for eons and it is time to collect."

The Deitys words about the evil beings were spoken in anger and he took a moment to gather himself.

"You will retain your magical powers. Sadly there are rules even for us gods. I can not give you any more powers. But there is not much magic left in planetos. What there is dark and weak. You should have a strong advantage. The only thing I can and will give you is this."

In front of Harry appeared a small stone dais. Upon which lay a sword in a black scabbard. The Scabbard was inconspicuously made from black leather. The Hilt though seemed to be made of Bones. And The Handguard had the Form of Bones on both sides. At the top of the Handle was a small skull with sharp tiny teeth's and rubies in the eye sockets. Harry warily walked up the dais, picked up the sword and pulled it out of its scabbard. The Metal was a dark black with silver ripples on its surface. It looked otherworldly.

Harry marveled at the craftsmanship of the weapon and was convinced that this was a sword worthy of a god.

"This is Bane. My own sword. I have forged it myself and the handle is made out of my own bones. It will serve you well. I have no need for it anymore and while it may take you a while to get truly aligned with it, it will serve you well once you have done so. Without further ado, I will send you now to your Destination. You will have a few Centuries before the White Walker awake again. Prepare well."

Harry wanted to thank the god for the godly gift he had received. But before he could say something he felt himself being sucked through time and space before he fell unconscious.