Harry knew something was different when his friends and loved ones started showing signs of age, he didn't notice it right away but slowly it was becoming hard to ignore Daphne his wife was starting to show signs of wrinkles upon her face and bits of her hair were turning gray. His best friend and co-worker Bill Weasley's orange hair had long since turned from the signature Weasley orange to a light gray, yet Harry still looked the same as he did after the battle of Hogwarts. Sure, he had had put on some muscle and didn't look quite as much like a scrawny teenager but otherwise he was the same and was showing no signs of age. He knew he had to hide it otherwise he'd end up a project for the Department of Mysteries, so he began to regularly apply glamour charms to his face and hair in order to hide his lack of age.
It was about 120 years following the Battle of Hogwarts, and the day Harry had been dreading had happened his wife Daphne Potter had died. The funeral was attended by friends and family on both sides including their 5 kids and 6 grandchildren, Harry knew it was time for him to move on he still hadn't aged and knew death wouldn't becoming to claim him anytime soon. Over the next year he began preparing and working to create a simulacrum of himself, finally his work was complete, packing what he would need in his multi-compartment trunk he set the simulacrum in his bed where the magic inside it would slowly fade over the next few hours and eventually would read as if Harry himself were dead.
Guardian of Death
Stepping outside Harry took one last look at Potter Manor before he apparated away. Over the next 300 years Harry would travel from country to country living under fake names and learning all the different types of magic from the various cultures of the world. Eventually he had nothing left to learn and no where left to travel, he returned to the one place it all started back to Great Britain.
Making his way inside the Ministry of Magic Harry slowly worked his way down to the Department of Mysteries before finally arriving in front of the Veil. Staring at its flowing curtain like surface, Harry looked up towards the heavens he had one finger rubbing his wedding ring, "Daphne, my love we are finally going to be reunited." Taking a deep breath, he steadied himself before walking directly into the Veil. If anyone had been present in the room at that point in time they would've realized that the Veil had been showing a lot more activity then it ever had, slowly it returned to normal and no one would be any wiser of what happened.
Guardian of Death
Deep within the Ministry of Magic also within the Department of Mysteries was another room within this room they studied the magic of prophecies one particular prophecy orb which had gone dull in May of 1998 following a battle between Harry Potter and the Dark Lord Voldemort leading to the latter's death and the completion of the prophecy suddenly lit up and became bright once again.
