A/N: Hi all! This chapter serves as an glimpse as to why the whole mass deaths of both magical and muggle along with extreme climate change in chapters one and two happened.

After the battle at Hogwarts, Harry started to distance himself from everyone. While many celebrated or mourned together he unconsciously found himself alone, standing next to the Black Lake or the Forbidden Forest. He didn't know when it started. Perhaps it was when he first held the Resurrection Stone, or maybe it was when he stared tiredly at Voldemort's ashes as they were scattered away by an almost non-existent wind.

He didn't feel any guilt, happiness or weariness. It's not that he had become emotionless. Rather, he just felt empty and detached, as if he could not care about the feelings, thoughts or expectations of others anymore. Whenever someone came up to congratulate or thank him, he found himself turning to look the person for several seconds with dead eyes before the edges of his mouth would mockingly curl up, in the end presenting in a cold and humorless smile. Harry did not even realize those who saw that smile would freeze and stare at his back as he walked away, the sound of the heels of his shoes echoing around him. Ironically, it wasn't his schoolmates or teachers that pointed it out to him, though he had seen Professor McGonagall stare at him on multiple occasions with a confused look in her eyes, as if she was unable to sort out her thoughts. In the end it was Ollivander who had brought up the issue when they had unexpectedly met each other in the dead of the night.

"Mr Potter." The soft airy voice halted Harry in his tracks just as he was making his way towards the Astronomy Tower. Lazily turning his head so that he was able to look over his shoulder, chilly green eyes clashed with pale blue ones. "Oh?" Harry turned around so that his front now faced the old wand marker, his robes not making a single rustle with the movement. "To what, ah, honor do I owe this meeting to?" The question was followed with a slight tilt of his head which caused his hair to fall over his eyes. But instead of obscuring his eyes, all it did was enhance the piercing stare of the glowing green eyes as they pinned the old man through the gaps in the fringe. "Did you want to see aftermath of the battle with your own eyes?" was asked but Harry might as well have asked "Did you want to see the damage that Tom Riddle did with the Elder Wand?"

There was a slight pause as Ollivander regarded the younger wizard. "I did come to see the physical aftermath, but it seems that the mental repercussions have turned out quite differently from what I had expected and is arguable more significant than any physical damage." Blue eyes now judged the younger being with a knowing gaze. "Especially for you, Mr Potter."

"What are you talking about, old man." Seeing the elderly man's smile and hearing him speak with his cryptic responses was now definitely making the Boy-Who-Lived remember an emotion that he would have definetly felt before. A common emotion that he had felt many times over the years every time he had to deal with old men and their cryptic responses.

That revelation then made him realize something. "I know I should be annoyed, so why aren't I?" That question towards himself just made him realize another thing. "Why do I not care that I do not feel anything?"

"If you came here for the Elder Wand your too late. I snapped it and threw it over the bridge." All he wanted to do was to get to the Astronomy Tower and sleep. He had enough of human interaction for the day. "So don't bother-"

"It's tiring for you to smile right?"

What?

Harry's body stilled at the question. The wand maker was now looking at him with a pitying gaze.

"Your emotions have, in a sense, diminished, have they not?" Seeing the boy standing in silence without saying anything in response, Ollivander continued on. "Or are you already at the stage where you feel like an empty shell?"

That, on the other hand, jerked a response out of the Saviour.

Temperature around them dropped and the wandmaker was able to see his own breath in the air. Ollivander cast a quick glance towards the floor and what he saw only helped to reinforce his suspicions. Frost had spread out from below Harry's feet and was now slowly creeping up the walls and towards Ollivander' s feet. While he did not mind the sudden change in temperature, the old man did mind loosing his legs. The frost had stopped spreading as soon as his legs were covered by a layer of frost which was slowly thickening into a solid layer of ice.

"You should start talking unless you want to lose you legs Ollivander." Harry's chilly voice broke Ollivander out of his musing.

"For starters, I think you would find the title Master of Death more fitting than The-Boy-Who-Lived. After all, you did collet all three of the Deathly Hallows."

"And this," Harry gestured at himself, "the loss of my ability to comprehend emotions, is a side effect of me becoming Master of Death?" Really now, at this point Harry was starting to think that anything that was published in the Wizarding World severely lacked vital information. First, the Daily Prophet was little more than a gossip rag. Then there was the entire incidence with Lockhart and his pathetic 'textbooks', and now this! It truly does make one wonder if editors and fact checkers exist in the Wizarding World at all.

The old wand maker, though Harry now has a strong suspicion that he is more than just a wand maker, let out a small chuckle. "Please don't be alarmed. The loss of emotions is to help you ease into your place as Master of Death. After all, Death is fair to all and comes to all. In time, you will start to be able to comprehend emotions again, or at least something close to it." Ollivander gave a small tilt of his head before turning away and started walking away, though he knew that the new immortal had one more question to ask.

Just as he had predicted, Harry called out to him, causing him to pause in his step but not turn around. "When you first approached me, you were Ollivander, the wand maker that every wizarding child in Britain has approached to attain their wands. But, something changed while we were conversing. You, you are someone else, someone…older, darker. Who-no, that's not right. What are you?"

With his back against the young, yet so old, schoolboy, the old man could not help but to let a maniacal smile spread across his face for a spilt second. "Now, that, was not the question that I was expecting. His senses are strong despite having only come into his position a few days ago."

"I am Ollivander and yet I am not. You could say that I came here as Ollivander knowing that someone here finally became the Master of Death.

I let my mask talk to you first while I observed you through this mask's eyes. But you were just so…interesting. I just had to talk to you. So the persona of Ollivander the wand maker sat back while I took over and talked to you."

Green eyes narrowed at the given reply. "You still haven't answered by question. What. Are. You." Each word was heavily layered with magic yet the being was unfazed.

Silence settled around them before a soft, almost wistful voice shattered it. " You could say that I am like what you are now and what you will become in the future. I am an immortal from a previous age. Someone who has existed for several millennia. But unlike you, my domain isn't death and thus I am not forever. My time will soon be over and a new age will come, a new world." Blue eyes looked directly into avada kedavra green ones. "A new world that you will look after for eons to come." The last sentence bounced off the walls and echoed around Harry as he now stood alone in the dead of the night.

Over the course of the rest of the century Harry travelled across the world, learning everything, from the sciences to the politics that he hated so much. He learnt the art of forging weapons from the Goblins in Gringotts to the swordsmiths of Japan. He became both a medi-wizard and a certified muggle doctor. While he went around learning all the skills that he could, the Wizarding community of Britain gave up in trying to find him, thus failing at their attempts to bind him down and control him like a puppet.

They could try as much as they wanted but they would never succeed. After all, they will all soon die as none can outlive the Master of Death.

Over the years, Harry had become more in-tune with his powers, so he became privy of a piece of information that no others knew. That the death of Ollivander neared. Perhaps some knew that Ollivander would soon die, but no one other than Harry knew the implications of said old man's death.

With the death of Ollivander came the death of the known world at the hands of Nature.

After all, Magic was the domain that Ollivander governed over.

Magic was not limited to just the Wizarding communities hidden around the world. Magic had seeped into the very foundations of the earth over the course of time. So any area that had been touched by magic fell, defenseless against the earth. All structures fell except for the structure that housed the Master of Death.

So people flocked to his home, hoping that they could be saved. But Harry left the task of weeding out the unworthy to Hogwarts herself, apathetic to the deaths that took place outside the gates. But he let those who Hogwarts approved of in. And so, all those that had managed to pass through Hogwarts gates were welcomed by him.

Their blood will be used to bring about the new world.

A/N: Hope all of you enjoyed this chapter! Next up will be the first meeting between two One Piece characters! Please leave comments about what y'all think about this chapter:)