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He was being called; he could feel a pulling in his mind. There was an urgent need in his magic, tugging at him to go and fulfil it. Still groggy and disoriented from losing consciousness a second time, Harry absentmindedly reached into his magic and let it do as it wished, trying to shut it up.

As he was suddenly falling through the floor, Harry quickly realised that he really should be alert for whatever was going to be on the other side. Adrenaline rushed through him as he tried to get ready during his split second of travel. He didn't expect to be spat out in an old wooden hut and become intimate with the floor.

He lay there a moment, really fed up with his lot in life at the moment, only to rush to his feet as the rumble of a voice reached his ear. Glancing round the sparsely furnished hut, he looked to a corner where the other two occupants of the hut were

As he stood frozen in the middle of the room, he took notice of the scene, one of which he knew the ending of.

There at the side of the bed was a husband staring lovingly at his sickly wife lying on said bed, a hand clasped together with the other.

The ice cold feeling of dread gripped his heart as he remembered what the moon had told him.

'I shall give you a purpose, Death's Master'

A slight nudge of his magic made him walk closer to the bed.

His heart ached as he looked on at the couple, seeing the endless love that they had for each other in their eyes. Ache for the loss that he felt was coming very soon. Ache that he never had a similar experience.

He felt the ache grow as he saw the woman close her eyes and slow her breathing. It grew until he felt that he would burst with the feeling. His magic seemed to agree as it also built before releasing in a small burst towards the couple.

Baffled and worried that he had done something untoward, Harry quickly reached out with his magic to understand what had just happened.

The strand of magic split was heading towards the woman on the bed. As she breathed in for the last time, the magic entered with the air. When she breathed out again Harry could see that his magic had mixed with something and had come out with the exhale. Watching, with no little amount of awe, the magic mixed with what he thought to be the soul and twisted until there was a vibrantly coloured butterfly fluttering above the bed.

The man in the chair took notice that his love was no longer with him and started to weep. Slow tears fell down his face as he stared at his wife's face.

Noticing that his magic was still active, Harry turned his attention to the soul butterfly and saw the colours dim slightly as it shook some sort of shimmering dust onto the man. As he saw the magic enter the man, he noticed that even though the colours of the butterfly had dulled slightly, it still shone with light.

Harry stood there for a while longer watching the man cry. He then noticed that the man had started to smile softly as his eyes sparkled with colour that seemed to have been left from the butterfly. The tears falling grew in number and sobs began to wrack his body.

Slowly, Harry began to understand what he had seen happening. He was watching someone understand that they had lost someone precious, enabling them to grieve and knowing that the one they had lost had loved them. The last gift from the dead soul.

Unable to stay and watch the man grieve, Harry fled, feeling that the tugging on his magic was gone.

As he arrived back at the cave he had found himself in he saw the soul butterfly materialise in front of him a few seconds later and start fluttering about the cave. Slightly baffled as to why it had followed him back to the cave, he watched it fly for a bit. Lost in a bit of a daze, he was taken unaware when the tugging/nagging/need in his magic hit him with a vengeance.

Instead of the single direction it had pulled him earlier, it felt like it was being targeted in multiple places and magnified in strength.

In pain and unable to move with the intensity and amount of calls being sent to his brain, Harry gave a tremendous shove with his magic, trying to solve the problem in the way that you hit the TV to make it work.

As the pain/need faded, Harry looked up from the crouch he had fallen in to see that his cave was now filled with thousands of ghostly drawn butterflies, and that they were disappearing in a steady stream.

He looked around at the butterfly filled cave and wondered why none of them had any colour. Just as this thought ran through his mind, coloured butterflies of various hues and brightness started to appear, fluttering about and mixing with the ghostly empty ones still in the cave. Watching, Harry could see that a pattern started to emerge. It seemed like the coloured butterflies tended to fly as high as possible, lighting up the ceiling in the far distance with their light, before congregating to the space above the pool which they would then dive into after an unspecified amount of time. The colourless ones seemed to just mill about all over the place, they didn't have the energy of the coloured ones and looked to drift aimlessly before disappearing. He assumed that they had gone off to collect the dead souls.

Even as he stared at his now butterfly filled cave, Harry could feel a small buzzing in his mind. It told him where each butterfly was needed and whether or not one had been sent. Another part told him the progress of the collected souls and if they reached the cave. He could feel every impeding death and the time he had before needing to send a butterfly.

Sighing, Harry glanced about the cave again. He needed to set up a more reliable system. He just knew he was going to screw something up or that at the very least, something will go wrong.

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