Death stood before Harry, staring at him with soulless black eyes. She made an imposing figure, towering over him by a good two feet and with skin a sickly white pallor, her skin stretched too tight across her frame. A pitch-black cloak was draped over her shoulders, swaying in a non-existent wind. The fear that came to every mortal in Death's presence did not to Harry, he had excepted death long ago and would embrace it again if he must.
"Am I dead?" Harry asked.
"It is not yet your time master, you are needed in the realm of the living," Death said in response.
Her words filled Harry with a sense of relief for although he did not fear death, he wasn't ready to leave the father he had just met, the chance of a family he had yet to have. Perhaps it was selfish of him but a family to call his own was all he'd ever wanted and he could have that with Steve.
Death referring to Harry as her master came as no shock, the man that had sent him to this time had called him by such as well and despite many efforts to rid himself of the elder wand and resurrection stone they always returned to him.
"How did I become your master? I snapped the elder wand and dropped the resurrection stone in the Forbidden Forest" Harry wondered.
Death smiled at him, an expression that looked strange on being's face. "It matters not for you were the first to have all the hallows within your possession and when faced with your end you walked to it freely, welcoming me, unlike other mortals," she told him.
"Can I die?" Harry mumbled.
"Fear not master, your time will come but for now I am in need of your assistance," Death informed him.
"What do you need me to do?" Harry asked.
"A great evil is coming, the likes of which you nor your world has ever seen, a battle will rage and should it be lost the balance between life and death will forever be thrown into chaos." Death began. "I am unable to interfere directly with the realm of the living, there are warriors, your father one of them, who will fight but will need your help if they are to succeed." The being continued.
"M-Me?" The young wizard stuttered. "What could I possibly do?"
"Oh master, you have more power than you know, you have simply not invoked it. You limit yourself by wishing to be normal and your lack of belief in your own abilities. Harry James Rogers you are my master and possess all the power that entitles," she explained
As much as Harry wanted to deny her words, he knew he could not. Ever since that day when he had come back to life, the teen had felt a surge of power flor through his veins that was strange and alien. It scared him to feel such raw power and he feared it would overwhelm him, corrupting who he was should he use it, so he buried it deep within himself and never dared to even attempt to tap into it.
"In order to save those, you love you must embrace who you are master, the power the hallows grant you is a gift, your heart is pure and shall never be tainted," Death said.
Harry still worried but would try to do what she said, if what she said was true then he would need all the strength he could muster to protect everyone.
"What is this great evil you speak of?" He questioned Death.
"That can be spoken of at another time, at present you are needed in the realm of the living, your father, driven by his grief of your death will kill the trickster and you cannot allow this to come to pass. Loki's mind has been manipulated to the will of another, you must break him of this control for he has valuable information of the coming threat," she told him.
"Okay," Harry spoke. "I'll try."
"Good luck master," she smiled and bent down to press a kiss to his brow.
The power within harry surged and raged through him at Death's touch, he gasped at the feel of it. The Elder wand appeared in his hand, the resurrection stone as a ring on his finger and the cloak on his shoulders. There was an explosion of bright white light and he was gone.
