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At 5'10" the stunning beauty was tall for a girl, and she easily towered over Harry's 5'5". The woman had silky black hair that hung down to her shoulders, and the bluest eyes he had ever seen. Her body was covered in a form fitting two piece female muggle suit, and Harry was mesmerized by the sway of her hips, as she made her way towards him.

Harry was snapped out of his stupor, when her arrival began to affect three particular items that he always kept in his possession. The Elder Wand, The Resurrection Stone, and his father's cloak that was in the Mole-skin pouch on his waist, all began to heat up the closer she came to him.

So it came as a huge shock, when the woman conjured a beautiful leather chair in front of him, sat down and said, "Hello Harry Potter, Master of Death. It's good to finally meet you."

Chapter 3 - Meeting Death and Family

Harry was confused but he had a suspicion as to who this woman was.

"Uh, I'm sorry, but who are you? Where am I? And how do you about that title?" Harry had never revealed the title of Master of Death so that no dark wizard would ever get it in his head to attack Harry for the Elder Wand.

Harry gulped softly as the friendly smile disappeared from the woman's face, and she replied, "Well, straight to business I see. I guess I should just answer your questions in order then. First, my name is Death. Yes the very same Death from Tale of Three Brothers. I realize it's not the persona you were expecting to see, but this is me normally, so deal with it. Currently I have brought you into my realm, and I thought this room would help put you at ease. As for how I know about your title...it's because you are in possession of all three Hallows which were made by me. As long as someone holds all three, they can prevent me from reaping their soul and it allows me to talk with them."

Harry figured that she was here for the Hallows and removed the ring on his right hand finger which held the resurrection stone. He also summoned the Elder Wand and kept both the items on the table in front of Harry.

"I'm sorry for holding on to those, ma'am. But I couldn't get rid of the Hallows. I tried everything thinking that the power would break but it always returned to me. I believe that no one should have that type of power. You can take the Wand and the Stone. But is it possible for me to keep my invisibility cloak as it belonged to my father? In return i promise that when it is time for me to die, I will greet you as an old friend just like Ignotus Peverell and welcome death."

Harry wasn't expecting the silence and cold stare from the woman in front of him. After a minute he became uncomfortable with the continued glare, and said, " If that's all, could you send me back please. I was working on a potion, and I should be adding the wolf hair soon."

Death looked upon the young man that was facing her in surprise. For thousands of years she had been reaping the souls of mankind, and through those years she had seen few mortals that were truly pure of spirit, one of them being Ignotus Peverell. If his past actions had not convinced her, his current actions had more than shown that Fate had chosen the right Master of Death for her.

"You surprise me, Mr. Potter. Most of mankind is looking to find ways to escape my clutches, and yet here you are giving up your power over me so easily."

Harry shrugged uncomfortably under her piercing gaze. "Like I said before, ma'am, no one should have that type of power."

When Death slowly nodded her head in agreement, Harry silently let out the breath he didn't realize he was holding.

"While your actions here are a pleasant surprise, this is not why I have brought you to my realm, Mr. Potter. I have need of a Master of Death, and you have assured me that you are perfect for the role. I was wondering if you would accept the role?"

Harry's natural reaction was to say no, but he had come far from the boy who jumped head long into any problem. Now he actually liked to gather as much information as possible, before making said leap.

"What exactly do you need me for, my Lady?", Harry asked curiously.

"To kill Voldemort, Mr. Potter."

Harry was stunned by her reply. He knew he had destroyed all of Voldemort's soul anchors to this world. There was no way the snake faced bastard escaped his death at the battle of Hogwarts.

"That's not possible, ma'am. I destroyed all his horcruxes. Tom can't still be alive."

Death winced at his statement, and she knew it was her fault for not being more clear. "My apologies, Mr. Potter. You're absolutely correct. The Voldemort of this world is dead and I thank you for returning his soul to me. The Voldemort I'm speaking of is from another world. It is this man, that I am recruiting you to defeat."

"Another world?"

"Yes, Mr. Potter. The Earth you live on, is just one of many. There are millions of Earths in the millions of different universes that exist in the multiverse."

Harry couldn't believe he was being asked to kill another Voldemort in another world. He'd already paid the price for his victory. What the hell was his counterpart doing? If he could win with all the obstacles he faced in his life, he couldn't fathom why his counterpart wasn't able to do the same.

"Uh, I'm sorry, Lady Death, but why can't the me from that world kill him?"

Death was pleased the young Wizard was asking questions and not rejecting her offer right away. Wanting to be honest with her potential Champion, she didn't hesitate to answer his question.

"The other you can't defeat Voldemort for me, because in that world he is a psuedo-squib and the Boy Who Lived is actually Neville Longbottom."

"Wait what?! I'm a psuedo-squib? What the hell is that? And Nev is the Boy Who Lived? Don't get me wrong, I love Nev. He's a great bloke, but I'm not sure if he's up for the challenge."

"I agree with you, Mr. Potter," Death replied with a small smile. "A pseudo-squib is someone who is a squib due to their magic not working, as opposed to someone who doesn't have any magic to begin with. The other you has a rare medical condition that caused his magical core to twist upon itself. As a result he can feel the magic with him, but he can't get it to do anything."

"Just out of curiosity, why is that world's Boy Who Lived not capable of doing the job?"

Death gently massaged her head, when she heard the question. When she saw Harry was waiting patiently for her reply, she sighed and replied, "In most of the worlds where Voldemort is a problem, the Boy Who Lived is usually you. You and your counterparts have a success rate of 92% in defeating the Dark Lord. In the worlds where Neville is the Boy Who Lived, the opposite hold true. With his failure rate, I can't leave this Voldemort up to him."

The Gryffindor in Harry was screaming to jump up and say yes, but the Slytherin in him was urging caution. With Neville's success rate, Harry already knew he was going to say yes to Death. He couldn't risk Voldemort ever getting possession of her powers. But just because he was going to fight for her, didn't mean he couldn't try to get the best price for his services.

"I understand your predicament, Lady Death, and I might consider agreeing to become the Master of Death. But what are you offering me in return?"

When she heard his request, Death wanted to jump up and down with joy.

"The world I want to send you to is several years behind your own. While your world shares many similarities with the other one, they also have many differences. For instance, in the other world, your parents did not die on Halloween. While Peter still betrayed them to his master, Voldemort chose to attack the Longbottoms, and sent Bella, Rudolph, Rabastan and Crouch Jr. to deal with your family. Fortunately that night Sirius was visiting your parents, and when they arrived the three of them managed to defeat the four Death Eaters. Meanwhile Voldemort killed Neville's parents and he became the Boy Who Lived."

Death could see the hope flash across Harry's green eyes, and disappear just as quickly. The moment it did, she knew what was bothering him.

"You are concerned about your counterpart?"

Harry nodded his head in answer. "Than allow me to ease your worries, Mr. Potter. Your counterpart has spent the last several years pushing his friends and family further away from him. He is bitter at his being a squib, and over the years his attitude has only gotten worse. Even though he has found a way to treat his magical core, his future still looks bleak. Should he fail in fixing his malady, it will result in his death before his eleventh birthday. Should he succeed in fixing his core, the bitterness he developed only worsens as he gets older. By the time Voldemort makes his return, your counterpart will join him, and eventually he will rise through the ranks and become one of the Dark Lords most valued Death Eaters."

Harry couldn't believe the other version of him would join Snake face, but he didn't think Death would lie to him. He didn't want to take over someone's life, but if their only options were death or turn evil, Harry was willing to do it. "If I said yes, how would this work? Obviously I'm a lot older than the me in the other world. What happens to my body? Do I still keep my magic, or do I have to use his?"

"Since you will be living in the new world, you would have to leave your current body behind. Once your counterpart's soul leaves his body, I will push your soul and magical core into his. This should not only blend your abilities with his, but the merger of his core with yours, should also fix the problems Dumbledore caused by blocking your core for so long. If anything, it might even make you stronger than what you might normally have been in your original world."

The merging of the two cores was pretty straight forward for Harry, but the abilities part still confused him. "What did you mean about blending our abilities, Lady Death?"

"Parselmouth is an ability you gained when you defeated Voldemort for the first time on Halloween," Death explained. "It is now a part of your magic, and will be passed down to your future descendants. Also, all of the skills you have gained in your eighteen years, will be added to the skills your counterpart's body already possess. You will also keep all you skills like the Elemental Magics, Metamorphagus, Shadow abilities, Mage Sight, Mind Arts and Teleportation. Another gift from me is that you will keep the power of the Deathly Hallows and also keep the items on you person. Another thing you will like is that you will retain all your Lordships which you had in this world."

"What skills does my counterpart possess?," Harry asked curiously.

Death snapped her fingers and a small brown file suddenly popped into her hands. She flipped through it and said, "Your counterpart is smart, Mr. Potter. If you need a point of reference, he's probably smarter than your friend Miss Granger. He's also very adept at Runes. At the age of 9 he discovered a way to allow magic to work with Muggle electronics, but kept the discovery a secret. He's also quite good at investing. A true moneymaker."

Harry was stunned that a little kid had discovered something that people in his world still hadn't figured out. But what caught his curiosity was the point Death made about investing. He could see a kid that was smarter than Hermione figuring out runes, but he couldn't understand how a kid his counterpart's age could be good at investing. Kids that age rarely had access to enough money to make an investment worthwhile.

"Sorry to interrupt ma'am, but how does a little kid even get enough money to work the market?"

Death flipped through a few more pages in the file and explained, "At the age of seven your counterpart determined since he was a squib, his parents would Obliviate him and send him to an orphanage once his Hogwarts letter failed to appear. While this wasn't true, and his parents loved him regardless of his magic, he still believed it. Since he didn't want to give up his knowledge of the magical world, he prepared himself to escape into the muggle world, rather than be Obliviated. Knowing he would need money, he wrote to the Potter accounts manager and asked about his trust fund. When he was born his parents deposited 5000 galleons into his trust vault. Every year since then, a 1000 galleons has been deposited. At the age of seven he had roughly 11000 galleons or 110000 pounds in his trust vault. While he wasn't allowed to withdraw money until he was eleven, he realized the rules didn't prohibit him from investing the money. After researching several muggle companies, he instructed the Goblins which companies he wanted to invest in and made enough money to open a separate account and return his original trust fund money with a fifteen percent interest."

Harry always believed Hermione was one of the smartest people he ever met, but he doubted even she could have done what his counterpart did. The little bastard may have been a Death Eater in waiting, but there was no question as to his brilliance.

"How much money did he end up making?"

Death knew Harry was a little put out by the younger Wizard's success compared to his own at the same age, and so she took a little joy in shocking her new Master. "You will be taking over his body a month before his eleventh birthday, and by that time his investments will have earned him 14 million galleons. That's after he returned the original seed money plus interest to his trust vault."

"Merlin's balls, that kid is smart," Harry exclaimed in awe.

Death only grinned and nodded her head in agreement. "So, Mr. Potter. What do you think?"

Harry thought about the world she was offering him, and he had to admit the new world was better than his own. He didn't think he would ever be able to complete his promise to Sirius in his own world, but he just might have a chance in the new one.

"When it comes to Snake face, how similar is the new world to mine? Does he still have horcruxes? Are they the same?"

Death sighed because she knew this was the question she was truly afraid of. Not wanting to hide anything from her Champion, she continued, "Yes he has horcruxes, and yes they are the same. At some point you will have to remove the one in Mr. Longbottom to succeed. Barring any drastic changes you may make to the timeline, most of the events leading up to your fifth year should be the same in the new world. The major difference will come at the end of the third task in the Triwizard's Tournament. Instead of coming back in the mutilated body you dealt with, Voldemort will be reborn in a body more powerful than his original one."

Voldemort was tough a tough bastard to begin with, and Harry couldn't fathom him being even more powerful. "Why the new body?", he asked. "How much stronger will this body make him?"

"During the first war in your world, Mr. Potter, Voldemort only looked through a few of the tombs he stole from the families that he killed off. As such he poured most of his time into creating the Island you now live on. In the other world Voldemort was more thorough in his reading. He came upon an ancient text that allowed a person to create a Homunculus and then give it real life by adding a person's soul to it. The new body would require the willing deaths of a married Witch and Wizard, and once Voldemort's soul was added to the new body, his core would meld with the cores of the two others. Before he made his attempt on Mr. Longbottom's life, Voldemort had already sacrificed two of his followers to create the Homunculus. By the time he is ready to be reborn, his new body will have been magically aged to 25 years and he will be in the prime of his life."

she heard him say, "I'll do it, but I have some conditions."

Death was thrilled when Harry agreed to be the Master of Death, and she was more than willing to accommodate any reasonable conditions.

"Sure thing, Harry," she answered happily. "What can I do for you?"

"I want to take everything I have in this world with me. That includes the Island I'm living on."

Death knew the request was a little more extensive, but she decided it was still doable. "Fine. Once you're in the new world, I'll transport the Island and everything else you have here to a new location in that world. I'll leave the knowledge of the location in your mind. Anything else?"

"Just one last thing," Harry replied hesitantly. "I have some properties here that I didn't end up selling to the Goblins. They're quite valuable and I would like to get rid of them before I leave. My account manager made an offer for them, but I've been too busy to worry about it. I was hoping you could help me sell the properties before I leave."

Death was well aware that Harry wasn't normally so materialistic, so she found herself curious at his sudden desire to accumulate wealth. "That should be fine, Mr. Potter, but may I ask why this sudden concern you have for money?"

Harry blushed at the thought of Death thinking he was being greedy and replied, "You're pretty much giving me a second chance at life. With the knowledge I have now, and what I would gain once I blend with my counterpart, I have a real chance at making a difference in the world. If the new world's government is anything like the one from my world, than the Magical community has been stagnant for too long. If I can help drag them into the future, maybe there can finally be an end to the pureblood supremacists that rule our world."

Death smiled when she realized what he was planning to do. She recalled the talks he had with Miss Granger during their time together in the Chamber, and she applauded his decision to make a difference in the world. As long as he still took care of Voldemort for her, she was more than willing to help him achieve his goal.

Happy that her new Master hadn't suddenly turned into a greedy bastard, Death snapped her fingers and a trunk suddenly appeared in front of her. "Here you go, Mr. Potter. The three properties have been sold to the Goblins, and the trunk now holds the 250 million galleons you received as payment."

"250 million?", Harry asked in awe. "The Goblins only offered me 150 million for all that land. How did you get so much?"

Death smiled smugly and replied, "You just have to know how to negotiate, Mr. Potter. Besides, with two gold mines and several deep reservoirs of oil that were found on the three properties, the land was easily worth more than 400 million. The Goblins were making a low offer, and they expected you to counter back. You never did. The price I got you was the best they could give at the moment."

Harry didn't know what to say. He got everything he wanted out of the deal, and Death didn't even hesitate to give it to him. Intellectually he knew he was getting paid for his services, but a part of him still felt like he was taking advantage of the situation.

"Thank you very much for your efforts, Lady Death. While I'm in the new world, would you like me to destroy the Hallows there as well?"

Death was slightly touched by his words, and smiled kindly at her Master. "There is no need to do that, Harry. I made the primary Hallows in your world. So you are the true Master of Death. In the other worlds, the Hallows are secondary and if you find a companion who you want to spend your life with, she can access the power and become your second in command. You will have to grant the permission if she wants to take on the Mantle of The Second Master of Death. You and your companion will be true immortals. If you wish then you can be reborn in many different lives and worlds and experience new things after you have finished living you life in this world."

Death smiled at him and said, "Now for my final gift to you. There are some people here who want to meet you and wish you luck on your new life."

Harry was confused, "Who would want to meet me?"

Suddenly the air shimmered and out came six figures. The visitors smiled at Harry and Harry was stunned to see his father, mother, Sirius, Remus, Tonks and Hermione.

Death said, "I will leave you to have your reunion. Call when you want to start the new life Harry." and shimmered out of existence.

Harry was shocked and stuttered out, "Mum? Dad? Sirius? Remus? Tonks? Hermione? How? How are all of you here with me?"

His mother smiled at him through her tears and replied, "We never left sweety. We were always there with you in your heart."

Harry ran to his mother and hugged her tightly. The dam of tears he had been holding back broke and he started sobbing into his mother's shoulders. His dad also hugged the two of them as the family was reunited after seventeen years.

After a long time, he managed to control his emotions and hugged Sirius, Remus, Tonks and Hermione.

His dad said, "We are proud of all that you have done Harry. You have proved why our family should not be messed with."

Hermione stood in front of Harry and smacked him hard on the shoulder, "Harry you could have found a life and settled down with a girl and lived life but you were mourning us even after a year and don't you dare use that excuse about you being the Man-Who-Conquered. There were many girls there who do not care about the titles you possess."

Harry replied, "But I missed you guys and the Master of Death thing made me dating someone a bleak choice. I mean I will live on forever but I will miss them and you."

The family of Seven sat on the sofas and talked to each other for a long amount of time.

Finally Harry spoke to the others, "I think it is best for me to go now guys. I will see you in the new life."

Harry the hugged each member of the group and stood in front of them.

Lily said, "You better enjoy your new life Harry, help Neville, find a nice girl and give me some grandchildren or I will come to haunt you in your sleep."

Harry said goodbye to all of them and poke to thin air, "I am ready to go now Lady Death."

Lady Death appeared in front of him and thanked him for being her Master.

"I'm ready when you are, ma'am. Just tell me what to do."

"That part is easy, Mr. Potter. All you have to do...is die."

Harry felt his eyes widen in surprise, but before he could do anything, Death's palm connected with his head and his world turned dark. The last thing he saw was encouraging smiles on his family's faces before his world went black.

AN: Yeah the chapter was a small one. But i promise to upload another one in a few days. Currently am busy with other stuff so it may take some time

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