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Chapter one
It was times like these Harry hated those Merlin damned Hallows.
Ever since that day in that damned forest with the Dork Lass Moldyshorts, when he first acquired all three of the cursed objects, not at once but he had held them at some point he wasn't able to die. He owned the Cloak, he won the Wand from Malfoy and last he opened the snitch at the supposed end of his life and held the Stone, old Moldy fired the green curse at him.
But like the first time, he didn't die, instead, he merged with the entity or void that was Death, and became unkillable. As he was Death, and you cannot kill something that is neither mortal or immortal. He became the entity, the void only he had a human body, he had become the very embodiment of the powers of creation and destruction. And if Harry was being completely honest he'd say that being an all-powerful pseudo-God isn't all it's cracked up to be in his opinion it's way overrated. Sure he can see his family whenever he wanted and he wasn't really alone being death and all. But it was getting old. The whole reawakening in a different world was starting to become boring everything was the same, save the world fight bad guys rinse and repeat over and over for aeons and aeons always the same. He hated it, hated being Death he wasn't a master like the books said. He actually Was Death.
So when he awoke from his millennia-long sleep, in a cave on some mountain somewhere, with an empty stomach and blurry eyes. Harry, not for the first time, wanted to die.
He stumbled to his feet trying to blink away the blurriness, he hadn't worn glasses since he was in Hogwarts having long since fixed his eyesight. His eyes didn't clear and he stumbled out the cave entrance cursing the Hallows and his empty stomach. His anger at his blind state caused his magical aura to flare making his magic lash out chaotically, the surge of energy he released sent out a shockwave in all directions reaching to the furthermost corners of this new world. Alerting very powerful beings of his presence in their world, though not quite his level.
He needed to see, he wanted to see. So with another burst of magic, a wiry frame of sorts appeared in his hands. Harry breathed out, his nose flared in annoyance as he put the object on his face and blinked green eyes focussing on a pile near his small feet... Harry did a double-take his feet were TINY! On impulse, he checked his hands too. "*sigh* I hate the Hallows," he whispered to himself clenching his, childlike hands before he looked down at the pile once more
On the top were his old school robes but tiny, his ring with the Resurrection Stone on top of that next to the stone was the Elder wand, and beneath those were his Invisibility cloak and the rest of his uniform. A breeze hit him and it was then he realised he was currently naked, huffing once more in irritation Harry pulled on his clothes wrapped his cloak around his shoulders and summoned the elder wand to him. He cast sticking charms on his glasses before he twisted on the spot apparating away with a loud crack just as something broke the sound barrier appearing in his previous position.