CHAPTER-1

A/N: - I sorta thought that what if I combined all my favorite tags. So this story is going to be a WBWL, MASTER OF DEATH AND ALTERNATE UNIVERSE all in one. This is my second attempt at fanfic.

Summary: - This will be a story where Iris Potter is abandoned at Dursleys while James and Lily are busy raising The Boy- Who- Lived Charlus Potter. While elder Harry Potter is reborn as Aries Flamel.

Harry walked in the white hallway and entered the chamber. He looked around. It was a beautiful one he'll admit. It was his I-forgot-to- count that many times he was back into that chamber. It had been many years after the so called second wizardling war. He became an Auror and married his best mates' sister. After marriage Ginny joined holy head harpies as a chaser.

The first few years of their marriage things were relatively smooth. The things began to take a turn when he found out that he was infertile. The cause was unspecified but it was confirmed that he could have no children. All his life he longed for a family but now that only hope was taken away from him.

Harry said "Ginny we cannot continue like we did before! I am sorry." Thus was the end of their wonderful marriage. Many curses were thrown. After apologizing to a hysterical Molly and being banned form Weasely household. For Ron did not take the news well; neither did Hermione {who was still in Australia searching for her parents?} My best friends were blaming me for his sister {sister-in-law} broken marriage. I paid it no mind all I could do was put back myself together and get back to my job twice as boring now that all death eaters were in Azkaban, there was really nothing to do around the auror office. Kingsley reisinged after a few years and to everyone's shock Hermione was elected as new minister. The first of her policies were to ban most of the wizardling rituals and customs. Owing dark artifacts was punishable by life in Azkaban. Instead of being promoted for years of hard work as a diligent auror I was fired for being too dark and for having questionable morals. Also the fact that I did not age, caused many to question my innocence. She gave Reeta Skeeter full support to tear my reputation to shreds. The daily prophet headline next day was:-

BOY-WHO-DEFEATED-YOU-KNOW-WHO WAS SEEN USING DARK SPELLS! 'FIRED' FROM THE AUROR OFFICE. DO WE HAVE A NEW DARK LORD?

BY REETA SKEETER

After a smear campaign that was worse than that of fudge. I was tried in winzengamot and sentenced to death by the veil. My all properties and estates were claimed by the ministry. The day of my execution I said nothing and thought where he had gone wrong. He had defeated Voldemort all according to the prophecy and destroyed all his hocruxes. Saved all the people of magical Britain and not even killed a mouse without reason. I even spared the Dursleys for making my life hell for first ten years of my life. This is how thwy repay me by tossing through the veil. At least I will meet my parents, Sirius and all those who died on the other were harry's last thoughts as he felt himself lose consciousness.

Harry woke up in a regal looking white chamber filled with stacks of files and documents. 'Is this how purgatory is supposed to be looking like? Shouldn't be king cross station' while he was lost in his thoughts he failed to notice a shadow creeping towards him. The shadow poked him in the back. Startled harry jumped in confusion and began searching for his wand only to find it missing. He raised his hands in front of his attach in an attempt to protect his face which eerily reminded him of his horrible days at Dursley's care. His attacker gave amused chuckle which turned into a full blown laughter. Harry peeked from his hand to find a girl no young woman probably in her early-twenties, with pale skin and an athletic body dressed in all black rolling on the floor in a frenzy of laughter. He scowled 'how dare she laugh at his plight'. Death gained control of her laughter after few moments and focused her attention on the object of her amusement. By gods she had not laughed like this in centuries. She looked him. He was well-built, but on the smaller side, thick black hair that looked untamable, glowing emerald green eyes, and a with glasses to top it all.

"Hi, I am Death but you may also call me as Artemisia. Yes that death." She answered looking at his confused face.

"Wait as in god death?" She nodded and replied "more like personification". "But why I'm here? Shouldn't I be in after life or something?"

She gave him an amused smile at this' "no silly you cannot die"

Harry had an outraged look on his face "what do you mean I cannot die?" Arty as he started calling her in his head gave him a look; he stared back at her in same way. Then she signed and said "You are master of death. You collected the hallows and now you cannot die"

Harry stared at her dumbfounded, "but I threw away the stone and broke the elder wand."

She stared back surprised then quickly composed her and replied "It doesn't matter. You gathered them and now you are master of death."

Harry taken aback replied "what do you mean it doesn't matter? It is matters to me" she shrugged. Harry sighed and asked "okay so let me get this right. I am master of death but as you said I cannot die but I just died" Arty shook her head and replied "you were tossed through the veil of me. You did not die in rational sense. So here you are." gesturing dramatically.

"What exactly does it mean to be master of death?" harry questioned her.

"Well I was bored and I came across these three brothers so I decided to mess up with their lives so I created hallows. Everyone who possess a hallow then die a painful death. It was entertaining for a while then Ignatius united them and he became first master of death. Death cannot be conquered, so he was powerful necromancer. It means helping find people who try to cheat death, killing them and also there's paperwork. You can time travel or go dimension hopping. So you're with me for eternity or until you chose to pass on."

"Hold on a moment you mean I can pass on?" Harry questioned.

"You can pass on, return to your current world or get reborn" Death answered Harry.

Harry thought over his situation and replied, "I cannot return back to my world there is nothing there to go back for, I would really like to see my parents and Sirius. But time-travel and dimension hopping sounds more fun. Well then you know my answer."

Arty gave him a eerie grin and said "Spoken like a true Gryffindor"

Thus began our hero's next great adventure.

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