Chapter 2

Harry had resumed his hiking now in deep thought. His mind was twirling, spiraling out of control. Not only had Harry realized that he had used underage magic twice now but the note had revealed that Harry was no longer human. He was now the Master of Death, which explained the black feathery wings since that was a possible side effect of being the Master of Death. The note said something about the wings being related to an angel of death or something. Harry's head hurt too much to think about it in depth.

Apparently all of the Deathly Hallows had been absorbed into Harry which created a tattoo of the Deathly Hallows symbol on his back right between where his wings sprouted from.

The note went on to inform him how he had been sent here, wherever here was, to help with the apocalypse since it was causing a lot of deaths to happen before their time. The note listed some people who Harry is supposed to keep from dying for awhile and some people who Harry can't rescue and must instead let die. The note also informed Harry's that his bag is stocked full of everything that he will ever need. All he has to do is reach in the bag and think about what he wants then pull the item out of the bag, everything in the bag is in a permanent stasis while inside the bag, it will never ruin or expire no matter what it is.

As Harry was deep in thought someone latched onto him and refused to let go. "Oi! Shove off mate!?"

The person immediately let him go as if in an obedient trance. When the others grip loosened Harry got a good look at his assailant but wished he hadn't as his stomach lurched queasily. The corpse, because the person was obviously dead, was grotesque. There were several large slivers of skin and tissue hanging off the body, leaving gaping holes in their place. Bite marks and bullet holes were scattered across the body. Harry could not believe what he was seeing. That note had mentioned an apocalypse but not what kind.

"Where in the world did that void drop me? Besides the States." Harry murmured softly as he continued to examine the body.

Other than a few muggle movies, and that freaky trip last year to Tom Riddle's cave Harry had not realized they could be made in the Muggle world as well. What had the Headmaster called them again? Inferi! The sound of another helicopter approaching caught Harry's attention and he was quick to abandon the corpse as he hurried after it. Harry looked back at the Inferi real quick and noticed that it had went back to roaming around. The note had mentioned new abilities associated with being the Master of Death so Harry just shook his head and focused on the helicopter.

While Harry knew he would not catch up to helicopter he still jogged in its general direction. Knowing that eventually it would lead him somewhere other than his current position. It was only a matter of time and he was very patient.

Harry only came across one other corpse while walking through the thick trees, but it had been missing the lower half of its body. Ignoring it, Harry continued until the trees started to thin out and the terrain became rockier.

When he thought of trying another spell he noticed buildings in the far distance. He had finally found a city! His initial plan had been to return home as soon as possible, but after reading that note he wonder if that was even possible. He could be in a completely different world for all he knew. He just hoped his friends were safe.

It was much later in the day, hours later as the sun was going down, that he found an expansive ridge that overlooked the city. Which seemed to be closer than he had first thought. Emerald eyes narrowed as they took in the dozen helicopters hovering above the smoky, burning city. Had the Americans been invaded by other Europeans? It was as the teen was looking for a safe way off the ridge that several loud explosions rang out around him, the ground shook slightly. Disbelief and apprehension filled the teen as he watched the Helicopters bomb the large occupied city.

Harry felt a shudder wash over him and he swore he could hear the echoes of screaming survivors and their pleas for help. The teen could not believe they had not tried evacuating the people first, it just built up a mistrust in the American government. He would have to find a way to contact the Ministry without them. Was there even a Ministry to contact?

His instinct to save the dying people was strong, but he did not know anything about how the Americans operated or about the city. Harry was sure he'd get lost before he would be able to save anyone, not to mention the dead people that were walking around. There was no telling how the disease was transferred, so it was probably best to avoid the cities if possible. He thought about trying to rescue as many people as possible anyway but something within him told him that this was supposed to happen and he shouldn't interfere here.

Several more explosions went off and Harry could nearly feel the heat from his place on the ridge. He was pretty sure that the bombed city would belong to the Inferi before the end of the day, there was no way any people could survive all that and the dead. Soon Harry would have to find supplies and someplace safe to stay the night, but he didn't even know where to start except for the newly burning city. But the bombing of the city lasted for hours and Harry tried to block out the vague chaos he could hear.

Eventually he turned away from the city and kept walking along the tall ridge. He kept walking long after the sun went down not wanting to stop until he found safe shelter. He only stopped when he came across a deserted vehicle, well, a whole highway of vehicles. Harry chose the larger truck he had run into and crawled into the backseat. Soft leather greeted him. Harry couldn't help but melt into the padded cushions. As much as he wanted to stay awake, he lazily hit the lock button and passed out.