A man cursed to walk the Earth, Death never encroaching upon his soul. He wears a mask like the Death Eaters of old, though it is simply a smooth opal surface with only two holes for his eyes in which green light pours out of. His sanity slips and dips as he watches the death of each of his friends, and the heat of his wrath is felt by all, when the first werewolf dies. The Wizarding takes to calling him the next Dark Lord, the magical creatures take to calling him the Shepherd.

Eventually the wizards realize they will go no where with trying to kill Magical creatures, and try to go after the muggles. Yet, once again the Shepherd stands in their path. He does not speak, yet all who come before him know that he is displeased. Some Wizards begin thinking him a god as he kills great swaths of those who would kill that which he protects.

He is no god.

He becomes saddened when he begins to feel the death of magic in humans, and sees that even the muggles are no longer producing magical offspring. He asks an elder vampire why the humans are no longer producing magic. The Elder does not know. He says that humans have forgotten the old traditions and that they have been outlawed for years. The shepherd nods, for he remembers when they were outlawed. He had been rather angry the day his old friend had passed those laws. It makes sense that it has caused magic to forsaken the humans.

The dementors rally around the shepherd and call him 'father'. He does not know how to feel about this, for he remembers when he was afraid of these creatures. Now they are family, and the shepherd finds that he loves them. Who is he to refute them family? After all, his are long dead, and his last descendent died alone.

The man tries to ignore the fact that through out the centuries he has become tall and thin. That when he takes off his mask, his face is that of a famine victim. He ignores how his fingers have become long spindly, like that of a spider. He visits Nicolas Flamel and his wife, the last witch and wizard, every Tuesday. They welcome him into their home, and invite him to rituals of old that allow them to keep their magic. They begin to notice that their magic has changed since inviting the man to their rituals. Their wands are useless, and they ask the man why. He smiles and tells them to forget about their wands and spells. After all magic all about intent; everything else is but a crutch.

He is no God. He tells himself this after he frees the house elves from the ancient pact that caused them to drain magic from their surroundings in order to sustain themselves. He tells himself, as he watches the House elves slowly become creatures who are tall and slender. He watches as they become like the elves that he had read in tales when he was but a boy. Yet not at all are beautiful, in fact the beautiful ones are the outliers. Indeed, what the elves call beautiful, the humans call hideous. The shepherd sees no difference. They are all beautiful to him.

He reminds himself once more that he is no God when he comes across their shrine that they have dedicated to him. They leave poetry and their finest silks out for him, in thanks for freeing them from that ancient contract. He convinces them to trade their silks with the Goblins and Naga, though he still takes the poems. The shepherd can't help but be reminded of Dobby, and a tear falls down his cheek. He wishes he could join the elf, but alas… he is cursed to walk the planes.

The shepherd watches as humans die out leaving once again only Nicolas and his wife as the last of their species. Yet, something is off about the couple. They no longer take the Elixir of life, yet still they cling to life, and it does not escape the shepherd's notice that their eyes are golden. He hopes that it has nothing to do with him, and everything to do with elixir. A year later, the couple is blessed with twins, and they name him godfather. Soon after, they pass on, leaving the shepherd alone with their son and daughter. They are not human. They are something new, and the shepherd does not know how to feel about it.

Like the dementors, they call him Father, and he is filled with warmth. Life is brought back to him, and while he is still thin, he no longer looks like a victim of famine. He looks alive. He names the girl Minerva, and the boy Rubeus, and teaches them magic. Minerva learns faster than Rubeus, though Rubeus does not seem to mind, for he seems more content to work with plants and befriend giants and werewolves. It does not escape the notice of the other sentient species that their world is livelier than it has been in centuries, and can't help but think it is tied to the Shepherd. Nor does it escape their notice that the girl has beautiful green eyes like the Shepherd, and his jet-black hair, while the boy has the golden eyes of his birth parents, though he shares in his sister's black hair.

Yet this happiness does not last, for Rubeus is killed by a feral vampire, and once more the Shepherd becomes the skeletal creature, he had been for so many years. Minerva tries to stop her father, though she too shares in his anger. For the first time, she witnesses the man that so many called a God. She watches as the Shepherd curses the vampires to never walk in sunlight again, and to never blend in with mortals ever again. Minerva does not know what to think, but understands why soon enough, when her father hugs her tight and apologizes for what she had to see. She understands when he leaves her, and thinks that despite everything; he is a man like anyone else.

The shepherd looks upon the ruins of an old castle, and places a hand upon the stone. It is his first home, and he feels the thrum of ancient magic, so different from his own, though he once wielded magic just like it.

It is the last of the human magic, and Harry Potter is a God.

Nothing will ever change this, and Hogwarts stands eternal as the Sacred monument of the God of Death. No one will ever find it, lest he wills it.

This is where the God of Death was born, and this is where he will perish at the end of times, for even Death may die.