Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Dragon Age. Sorry this took so long, but I had a very busy holiday season and there have been some problems behind the scenes, but the story should be back on track.


Bodahn Feddick had lived a decent life, but it looked like it might be soon coming to an end. The worst part though was thinking of how he had been unable to protect his son. Sandal was an unusual boy, simple but kind, and always quick with a smile. But now the end looked likely; years before when he had rescued the lad from the darkspawn down in the Deep Roads, Bodahn had hoped to never again get so close to the monsters. After all, he was a merchant, not a warrior.

Those were his thoughts as he let out a desperate cry for help and tried to pull his boy behind their cart loaded with goods, praying to all his ancestors that anyone might save them from the band of hurlocks approaching on the stretch of the Imperial Highway that led out of this backwater dump called Lothering.

For once, luck was with Bodahn as a voice shouted out something and an explosion briefly deafened him. When he peered around the other side of his cart, the tall armored darkspawn warriors had been reduced to chunks of rotten meat and tainted blood, sprayed out everywhere along the road.

Sandal clapped his hands and smiled. "Enchantment!"


"See, now that's how you do a blasting curse right," Harry said with a smirk. "No casualties or injuries on our side and no one blaming you for collateral damage either."

"How the hell did you do that?" Sirius gasped.

"What do you mean?"

"You didn't use a wand!"

"Oh... er, yeah." Harry lowered his left hand and sighed. He hadn't had to explain himself in so long that he had gotten careless. Again.

"Why would a mage need to use a wand?" Morrigan asked.

"Don't the ones in this world need to use these staffs?" Sirius responded as he waved the one in his hand that he was still trying to get used to as a potential replacement for his broken wand.

"Of course not," she scoffed. "They may strengthen our spellcasting powers, but they are merely tools. Were the mages in your world so weak that they required an instrument in order to be able to cast a spell? Also, for the record, the word is staves."

"Well, wandless magic was possible," Sirius admitted. "But not for something that powerful. Damn, Harry, that was really something."

"Yeah, I'll explain once we make camp for the night." He walked past the others and found two dwarves cowering behind a cart loaded with goods- at least he was assuming they were dwarves. They were certainly short enough, and the older of the pair did have a very fancy beard, so the archetype seemed likely. 'Luna would have loved it here,' he thought with an amused little grin. "Hello there."

"Enchantment!" the younger one gleefully yelled.

"Thank you very much for the assistance, my friend," the older one said. "The name is Bodahn Feddick, traveling merchant, and this is my son, Sandal. Say hello, my boy."

"Hello."

"Nice to meet you," Harry answered.

"The roads are becoming more and more dangerous it seems," Bodahn continued. "Might I ask where you and your fine friends are traveling? Perhaps we are going the same direction?"

"Our first stop will be the Circle Tower near Lake Calenhad, although our journey is just getting started."

"I see," Bodahn said with a frown. "Well, the mages are potentially more trouble than I'm looking for, so I'll bid you farewell for now. You never know though, we may cross paths again someday."

"Indeed," Harry nodded. "Good luck."


Leliana had received a bit of a shock when Sirius had turned into Padfoot, but Harry was just glad to not have to hear him whining about the trek through the wilderness anymore. Morrigan briefly turned into a raven and flew off to search for a place to camp.

"Don't tell me you're going to turn into an animal too," the redhead pleaded even as she grinned.

"No, I never learned how," Harry chuckled. "I considered it for awhile, but I always had other things to do. First just surviving my teen years and the war, then there was all sorts of crap to deal with once that was over. And I got married young, and then we had a family, so it was never the biggest priority. It's too bad though; along with Sirius, my dad had also been an animagus- he could turn into a stag."

"I see. Then I am glad I will still have someone to talk to," Leliana giggled. "I am still unsure about this idea of you pretending to be a Grey Warden though."

"It seemed like the best plan," Harry shrugged. "The people turn to the Grey Wardens when a Blight comes along, right?"

"No, I understand that part. A powerful symbol for hope could be just what we need. I only wonder if there aren't things about the order that you won't know that could be a problem in the long run."

"True," Harry agreed. "We'll just have to deal with that when the time comes."

A loud caw from a raven drew their attention and as it swooped down, Morrigan shifted back into her human form. "There is a small clearing in a wooded area off to our west. It should do for a place to stop for the night."

"The sun is setting," Leliana nodded. "I suppose it would be wise to not try to travel in the dark."

"Works for me," Harry added.

A few minutes later they reached the spot Morrigan had picked out. Padfoot sniffed around the perimeter and then came back and shifted forms. "I didn't smell any predators. Or at least, not any that I could recognize. Who knows what sorts of weird animals this place might have."

"There aren't any animals weirder than you," Harry snorted.

"'Tis fitting for a dog to be in Ferelden of all places," Morrigan added with a smirk.

"But he does smell better than most of the dogs I've encountered," Leliana said.

"Thank you," Sirius grinned at Leliana. "Alright, let me see if I can remember enough protective spells to ward this place to hell and back."

"Don't worry about it," Harry said as he pulled out his wand. "I've had to rough it for more years than I'd like, I know them like the back of my hand by now."

He made sure that not only would their campgrounds repel any intruders, but it would also be ignored due to his old favorite, the notice-me-not charm.

"Okay, Harry, I think I've waited long enough," Sirius began once the spellcasting was finished. "How old are you?"

"I'm..." His eyes stared off into the distance for a moment. Worried looks passed between Sirius and Leliana, but before they could ask him to snap out of it, Harry shook his head. "I'm one hundred and thirty nine. Well, that's how old I was when I left Earth anyway."

"Bloody hell," Sirius muttered. "How the fuck do you look so young?"

"I'm not exactly sure," Harry shrugged. "A long time ago, I stopped aging. Either that or it slowed down so much that I barely notice it anymore."

"That's amazing," Leliana whispered.

"I wonder if mother could tell," Morrigan said with a curious look. "She found you interesting for reasons she didn't fully reveal to me."

"I wouldn't put it past her," Harry chuckled. That old witch had a lot more going on beneath the surface too. "But, I think we should get to something more important than all that. Let me get out my tent."

"You have a tent with you?" Leliana asked.

"Not just any tent," Harry smiled as he removed his mokeskin pouch. "I have a magical tent."

"Now this I have to see."

"Let me just make sure I grab the right one." Harry stuck his hand deep down into what Luna had always referred to as his Bag of Holding. He smiled at that thought- once she had discovered Dungeons and Dragons, she started trying to get him to change his terminology for a number of things. He had gone along with it in part to amuse himself and in part because of how much it had annoyed Hermione.

"You have more than one?" Sirius asked. "That would have come in handy when I was living in a cave for you, you know?"

"I didn't own one back then." He finally felt what he was looking for. "There we go."

"That is impressive magic," Morrigan said as he pulled out something that was about twenty or thirty times larger than the pouch it had been stored in. "What else do you keep in there?"

"All sorts of things," Harry answered. "I told you about all the wars my world went through. Well, the last... oh, twenty years or so I didn't really have a home. As I traveled around, trying to survive and occasionally doing a good deed or two, it was handy to just put any supplies and whatnot that I found in it. I probably don't even remember half of what's inside."

"You wouldn't happen to have an extra wand, would you?" Sirius asked.

"Sure, but I have a better idea," Harry grinned. "Let me get the tent set up first."

With a couple of waves of his wand, the tent expanded even more and stakes went into the ground to hold it up. From the outside it wasn't too ostentatious- Harry still remembered some of the silly crap he'd seen wizards do, like having chimneys sticking up out of them- but he had made sure it was enchanted out the wazoo on the inside, where it mattered. After all, he had originally purchased this one to take his rapidly expanding family out on a vacation.

Still, the gasp that Leliana let out as she followed him inside was well deserved. There was a large open living area in the middle with five doors on either side leading to bedrooms each with a private bathroom. The rear wall had two other doors leading to even larger baths- he'd keep those as a surprise for later though. In the center of the rear wall was an open arched gateway that led to a kitchen and pantry. Due to the stasis spells, there should even be plenty of food and water left over- for awhile anyway. That was kind of funny too, now that Harry thought about it. He'd wait for the perfect moment to tell everyone that they were eating food that was likely sixty or seventy years old.

"Not bad, Harry." Sirius let out a whistle. "Sort of reminds me of the one my uncle had when we went to the Quidditch World Cup back in sixty six."

"You mean your family still liked you enough back then?"

"Well, Bella was starting to be a bitch, but that's not saying much. Andi was always good for a laugh and Cissy hadn't started Hogwarts, so she wasn't completely stuck up yet. Of course, the best part was that my mother stayed at home."

"So, best vacation you ever had?" Harry asked with a laugh.

"At least until I moved in with your grandparents, yeah."

Leliana had staggered to a seat at the large table in the middle of the room. Harry smiled nostalgically at it- the massive thing could seat more than a dozen people- and he sat opposite her. Morrigan wandered around looking everything over. Sirius winked at Harry and took the opportunity to sit next to the flabbergasted redhead. "You don't happen to have a house-elf around here by any chance, do you?"

Harry sighed. "No. All the ones I knew of had died by then."

"Well, good riddance to Kreacher at least."

"He actually turned out to be less of a bastard after I found out what happened to your brother," Harry said. "He was still grumpy, but at least he stopped referring to me as 'the nasty halfblood' all the time."

"What about that crazy one that was obsessed with you?" Sirius asked.

"Dobby... he died in the war. Saved my life too."

"Shit, sorry Harry."

Harry waved his apology off. "It was a long time ago."

"Where do all of these doors lead?" Morrigan asked.

"The ones on the sides lead to bedrooms," Harry replied. "You can pick one out after we eat."

"Do you have food stored here as well then? I believe this may be the most amazing of all your world's magic."

"It's certainly some of the most useful," he nodded. "Let me see what I've got and I'll whip something up for us all to eat."

"A man that can cook?" Morrigan raised an eyebrow at him. "You're just full of surprises, aren't you?"

"Some of them are even good ones," Harry replied, grinning as he went into the kitchen and got started.


"Alright, now that the ladies have gone off to bed," Sirius began as he poured a glass of fire whiskey for each of them. "What other secrets do you have up your sleeve?"

Harry couldn't help but chuckle. "That phrase is a lot more accurate than you might think. Hand me over your wand though and I'll get it fixed up."

"I don't think you can repair a broken wand," Sirius said even as he handed over the snapped remains.

"Normally, you can't," Harry replied as he looked it over and then set it down in front of him. "But then, I'm not normal." He switched his wand over to his left hand. "Reparo!"

The mending charm did its work and the two halves sealed up into one. Harry handed it back to Sirius. "Go on, give it a swish."

Sirius frowned as he picked his wand back up and then used the levitation charm to lift the seat next to him. "Well, I'll be damned."

Harry quickly threw up a privacy spell and then took a large drink, enjoying the burn. "Be careful though, I doubt anyone else could do that."

"What do you mean?"

"Did you ever hear the story of the Deathly Hallows?"

"Sure," Sirius took a drink as well then leaned back and gave Harry a curious look. "Why do you ask?"

"It turns out it was a true story."

"You're shitting me," his godfather scoffed.

"I wish," Harry muttered and then gulped down the rest of his whiskey. "You remember my dad's old invisibility cloak, right? And do you remember how I was still using it twenty or more years later?"

"Yeah, but-"

"It was the cloak from the story. The youngest Peverell brother was my direct ancestor going back however many hundreds of years."

"No way," Sirius exhaled. "What about the other two?"

"The Resurrection Stone ended up in a ring that was held by the Gaunt family. The last of which just so happened to be Voldemort's uncle. Old Tom was a real blood traitor too- he stole it and then framed his uncle for murdering his muggle father."

"Voldemort was a halfblood?" Sirius looked incredulous for a moment before he started to chuckle. "I really shouldn't be surprised after everything else."

"Yeah, and I feel bad for Tom Riddle senior- the guy was a rape victim for fuck's sake, and then he gets murdered by a son he never knew existed." Harry shook his head. "Anyway, eventually Dumbledore got the ring and a nasty curse that Tom had left behind on it which gave him a death sentence. Stupid old man deserved it in my opinion. I got it after he died. As for the wand, I eventually got it as well."

"Then... you're the legendary Master of Death?"

"Yeah," Harry sighed.

"Is that why you stopped aging?"

"Probably."

"Shit," Sirius exhaled and took another drink. "Does anyone else know?"

"No one alive," Harry answered. "Some of my family knew."

"Is that how you could do wandless magic too?" Sirius asked.

"It's not wandless magic." Harry rolled up his left sleeve and pointed out a faint scar, a line down the middle of his forearm. "I had way, way too many people try to kill me over the years, and after the thought of some evil bastard like Riddle getting hold of the damn thing, I decided to hide it somewhere no one would ever think to look."

"How did you-"

"I cut open my own arm and sealed the Elder Wand away right next to the bone."

"Fucking hell," Sirius gasped.

"Hurt like a bitch too," Harry said with a grim laugh. "So, like I said, it's not really wandless magic. To be fair, I could do a few things wandlessly before I ended up doing that, but nothing as powerful as a blasting curse. I still use my original wand for more control and finesse. The Elder Wand is best suited to big flashy things like battle spells."

"Imagine that," Sirius chuckled. "It sounds like your life was even crazier after I was gone."

"Parts of it, yeah. But I had some good times too." Harry poured himself another drink. "You know... this is why I was kinda hopeful that I still might find you someday."

"What do you mean?"

"I used the Resurrection Stone to try to contact you and it didn't work."

"Oh." Sirius scratched his head. "Can I see it?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"It's fucking cursed, Sirius. Do you want to become suicidal?"

"What do you mean?"

"Remember the story? The second brother used it to speak with his dead love and it led him to kill himself. From what I can tell, it's done something like that to everyone who has ever used it."

"But..." Sirius looked at Harry and then took another drink. "But you said that you used it."

"Yeah." Harry sighed. "I also told you that I willingly stepped through the Veil of Death. What does that tell you?"

"Fuck, Harry. Are you alright?"

"I'm doing a lot better," he shrugged. "I found you. Plus, a little something I learned a long time ago. You want to fight depression? Keep yourself busy. That's the trick. Things get bad when you've got nothing else to do but sit there with all your doubts and fears and pain and guilt running around in your head. That shit will drag you down if you let it. So, don't let it have the opportunity to grab hold of you- keep moving, keep doing anything. Take up a new hobby, work out, read a book, whatever it takes.

"Or, find a new world that needs saving," Harry grinned. "That's bound to keep my attention for awhile."

"You're actually happy about it," Sirius sighed. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be," Harry shook his head. "None of the shit I dealt with after you were gone was your fault."

"I should have been there for you."

"Don't let your regrets weigh you down," Harry argued. "Look to the future, not the past. You know, like the redhead you've been gawking at since we met."

"She is something, isn't she?" Sirius grinned.

"I wish you all the best of luck." Harry stood up and patted him on the shoulder. "But you might want to get some sleep first."

"Yeah." Sirius finished his drink, got up, and gave Harry a hug. "Don't let anything keep you up tonight either."

"I'm going to go watch the stars for a bit. I'm curious if there will be anything up there I might be able to recognize. Good night, Sirius."

"Night, Harry."


There were no stars in the sky for him to recognize, not even after he had found an old telescope in his trusty mokeskin pouch. It was still probably the most useful gift he'd ever received. He hoped that wherever he was, Hagrid had lots of interestin' critters to play with.

Shaking off a shiver due to the cool night breeze, Harry went back inside. His glass was still waiting for him, so he sat back down at the table to finish his fire whiskey. It might even help him sleep, although he was concerned that he would likely be having another night of strange dreams.

"I see I'm not the only one having trouble sleeping."

He looked up and saw Morrigan slipping out of the bedroom she had chosen earlier wearing a fuzzy emerald green robe tied by a sash at the waist. His breath caught in his throat- it was one he had bought for Daphne years ago. In better, simpler times.

"'Tis a very comfortable piece of clothing I found," she added, clearly noticing his stare.

"It was my wife's," Harry whispered. "Daphne's."

"I see. Do you wish for me not to wear it then? I could go change into something else."

"No, it's alright," he replied. Harry tried to shake off his weariness and forced himself to grin. "Besides, it looks better on you than it would on me."

"Very well." She strode over and seated herself across from him at the table. Those golden eyes burned into him. "Perhaps we should discuss magic then. You have a lot to teach me, assuming that offer remains open."

"It does," he nodded. "But I think we have much to teach each other."

"I can give you an over view of the four schools, although I am not equally well versed in all of them," she began before Harry cut her off.

"Primal, Creation, Spirit, and Entropy," he said. "Primal deals with elemental magic, fire, ice and the like. Creation is mostly for healing and protection. Entropy has a number of effects for debilitating your foes. To some extent, all of those have analogues to the magic of my world. Spirit probably interests me the most- the idea of using an enemy mage's magic against them would have been an enormous boon had I known it when I was growing up. Certainly would have made Riddle much less of a problem."

"Riddle?"

"Tom Riddle, also known as the Dark Lord Voldemort," Harry explained. "A wizard so powerful and evil that the people in my home country grew to fear him so much that they referred to him as He Who Must Not Be Named. There was a prophecy made before I was born that sent him after me and made most of the first two decades of my life absolutely awful. The scar on my forehead is a memento from the first time he tried to kill me. I was only fifteen months old."

"I would not think a babe would be able to survive a determined mage." Morrigan raised an eyebrow as she looked at him, clearly expecting him to elaborate- and it was just one more thing that made him smile.

"I believe my mother used some form of ritual magic to enable my survival," he replied with a shrug. "No one was ever able to determine the exact truth of my miraculous survival."

"Why miraculous?"

"There was a spell known as the killing curse. One incantation, powered by hate and anger, and any target hit by it would instantaneously die. No one had ever survived it- until I came along. And lucky me, in spite of his failure, Riddle kept on trying to kill me over and over again."

"Wait," Morrigan held up a hand and then tapped one finger on the table top. "Do not try to change the subject. While I'm sure your life story is fascinating, I would like to hear more about your world's magic. 'Tis also curious how you have discovered so much about this world's though I have been by your side practically since you arrived here."

Harry's face fell. He could lie to her- it would certainly be easier than trying to explain- but he just didn't feel like he had it in him. "I don't believe there is anything like it in this world, but where I came from there was a type of magic known as legilimency. Depending on how a spellcaster would use it, you could tell whether or not someone was lying when you spoke to them, or... or you could delve into their memories. Some called it mind reading, although there was a bit more to it than that."

"I see." Morrigan stood up, leaned over the table and slapped him. Her glare didn't break either- she just turned and walked away.

"I am sorry," he said. It felt like a punch to the gut, and whether or not she cared or even heard him, Morrigan slammed the door behind her.


Author's Note: Yep, Harry is the Master of Death. I know, it's a somewhat common way to throw him into crossovers with other universes, but I enjoy the trope and I wanted to try to do my own take on it.

Also, it ties into his behavior- some reviewers had wondered about how Harry was acting. Not only did he immediately charge into another quest to save the world, but his moods can bounce around a lot. This is on purpose- he sees this new world as a second chance, and as I've already hinted, he knows how doing something is the best option for his mental health, which is a work in progress- and hence, the mood swings.

Next up, they're heading for the Mages, the first major quest line from the game. I'm not sure how many chapters will be spent in the Circle Tower yet. But, I do have an interesting option that I'm thinking about- either Arnell and/or Surana (the human and elven mage origin characters) could pretty easily still be alive and living at the Tower. So, if you've got any thoughts about that idea, feel free to leave a review or send me a message. I'm thinking of putting up a poll on my profile page too.

Anyway, hope everyone is having a good new year. Till next time!