Okay so I've been really scared to write this chapter as it involves the first big twist in the story. Some people might not like the idea and I'm sure there will also be people who will hopefully like it, but... yeah I don't know I've just been putting it off for so long.

On the plus side! The next chapter is already written and betaed and I've started on chapter 9 (had a bit of a fangirl moment while writing that one xD) So yes, hopefully you will like this chapter and hopefully the next one shouldn't be as long coming around.

-x- Chapter 7 -x-

I could feel myself floating, as if I was suspended in the air or maybe in water.

That's it. I'm drowning. I must be. I couldn't breathe before I feel 'asleep' so I must be drowning. But, I don't remember water... No. I wasn't drowning. The pain in my ribs... but he fixed them didn't he? Wait... he didn't want to fix one of them. I did it myself! I fixed it wrong, then my lung... That's why I couldn't breathe, not because I was drowning. Memories started flooding back to me.

He was... Who is he? Vol... No. Tom. Tom was carrying me. He took me somewhere. To the potions lab, and Snape was there! Snape gave me potions... But something went wrong... What went wrong?

"If you ask me nicely Harry, I might be inclined tell you." A wispy voice answered.

Huh? Have I really lost it? Have I finally crossed the line of true insanity and am now hearing voices? I could hear a deep chuckle then a pair of hands cupping my face.

"You are not that insane yet Harry. Open your eyes. I am quite real." I slowly opened my eyes and waited for them to focus on the man hovering over me. Once my eyes focused fully I could see that the man was literally floating over me.

His face was one that I could only describe as unnaturally beautiful. His skin was a glowing pure white and his hair was as black as my own and flowed around his face ending just below his shoulders. The most amazing thing about him was his eyes. They were black, not even his irises but the whole of his eyes were black and glowing dimly. The hands on my face were as white, and glowing, as his face but the rest of his body was covered by a long black cloak, much like a dementors.

I looked around to see that I was suspended in a black abyss and I realised.

I'm dead.

The hands that were still cupping my cheeks moved my face back to the floating man.

"Indeed you are Harry." I looked at the man's features again and looked into his eyes that seemed so familiar. It's as if I've met him before. The man gave a small and somehow sad smile.
"You're Death." I didn't know what made me say it but I knew I was right. Giving another chuckle he removed his hands and crossed his arms.

"You've always got it in one. Nice to see you haven't changed a bit." Suddenly it felt as if gravity had been switched on and we fell a few feet to the floor, which was just as black as the surroundings.

I stood up slowly and saw that Death was hovering slightly off the floor, yet again reminding me eerily of a dementor.

"I've met you before?" Maybe that was the reason for me feeling so relaxed around him, and the familiarity I felt when I looked into his eyes.

"Yes we have met many times over the years."

I've died before... So past lives? So reincarnation is real...

"Ah, you are wrong there." I looked up in confusion.

"But if we have met before then... How?" Another smile crossed his face and he moved forward and started gliding slowly around me in a circle.

"I have much to tell you Harry. You are like no other, truly unlike anything the world has seen before. I just ask that you try to not interrupt me as I explain." He had already moved in a complete circle and was yet again hovering in front of me. I nodded slowly and waited for him to start talking again.

"There are three items known as the Deathly Hallows. They are The Invisibility Cloak, The Resurrection Stone and The Elder Wand. It is said that these items were created when three brothers crossed a river with their magic and were met with death. Death felt cheated that they had not died in the river and tricked the brothers into thinking he was impressed with them. He offered them one thing they wished for each. They, of course, asked for the each of the Hallows and became three of the many 'Masters of Death'. However, I will not go into any more detail as the story had been distorted and twisted with lies, yet the items are based on truth."

"The Hallows were created by myself simply because I was bored and wanted to watch the world search for the items. I didn't realise how the Hallows could have created wars, but they did. People fought to find them and some became crazed by the idea of the power they could gain."

"When I realised my mistake, I cast powerful charms over the Hallows so only the one who wanted to use them for the right reasons, and in a completely selfless way would even be able to find them. However, soon many more wars broke out over the items; everyone wanted them and accused everyone else of hiding them or using them for the wrong reasons."

"Soon, a young man who wanted nothing but to stop the wars started searching for the Hallows. He was alone and searched much of the world. He only wanted the Hallows to protect those he loved and to try to bring peace. I followed him for much of his journey and as I saw that his thoughts and beliefs never changed or became corrupted, I decided to grant him the Hallows."
"He took them home and used them to defend said home and the remaining loved ones he had left. However it was not enough to save his loved ones from the greed of others and he was soon killed for the items himself."

"That young man was you Harry. And when you died, you were what people called 'The Master of Death'. So unlike everyone else, who when they die go to the spiritual plane you got a choice. You could pass on to the spiritual plane, go back to your current body and live on, start life again with your memories or start again without. You could have even asked for another option not offered and I would have most likely granted your request. Although, you never have."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. It all seemed too... too good to be true. I was the so called 'Master of Death'. I mean sure I can still die but I can come back just as easily.

"What did I chose to do?"

"You have always picked the same option every time. Can you guess what it was?"

The same? Every single time? I looked down at the floor to think. Well since I can't remember any past lives and I obviously couldn't have passed on, I must have asked to be reborn without memories but why would I do that? To destroy all that knowledge and be reborn with nothing, it seems so pointless.

"You are right in your choice and you have always thought the exact same thing about it." He said with a small chuckle. "However, every time you have died before you have never had a true reason to live and as such you wanted to start afresh."

But all that knowledge... What an idiot! I looked up at the laugh that erupted from his throat.

"You really do never change much."

"Why do you seem so familiar? I can't have seen you that much to feel this... I don't even know how to explain it." I really couldn't, it didn't even make sense in my own brain. He made me feel... safe and happy. Like his mere presence could light up my day, but at the moment it only served to make me even more confused.

"You have seen me enough." He said with a small smirk. "You've been reborn more times than I think you realise. There were a couple times though, where you have stayed with me." The smirk slowly faded to the same sad smile from earlier.

"Alas, that is a conversation for another time. So, any questions?" I thought for a couple minutes before coming up with a couple of questions.

"How did I die? I remember something went wrong but what exactly happened?" He grinned down at me.

"Another thing that needs explaining." I groaned. Not more stuff; I think my heads going to explode.

"Sorry Harry but you need to know. Your injury wasn't life threatening and the potions would of fixed everything within minutes. However the potions reacted badly with your system. You see Harry, what your werewolf friend told you today was correct, you aren't exactly human." Now I was really confused.

"How can I be 'not exactly human'? I haven't been bitten by anything and neither of my parents were creatures... I think. No they could have been, because I would have reacted to potions all my life. Right?"

"You are right. Your parents were not creatures, maybe a bit on your father's side from a long way down the line but nothing that would actually do anything to you. When you were born this time I knew you had big things to achieve, so I gave you a helping hand." This makes no sense to me what so ever.

"You won't know what I'm talking about for a very long time but you need to know in advance about your creature blood. After how things have been going recently, I have given you some creature traits from past lives. You will need them in the future. You're destined for big things in this life Harry, and you are going to need as much help as you can get."

"Creature traits? I was a creature in a past life? But... I..." I pushed a hand through my hair in frustration. "Okay, whatever just tell me what you've done to me and how it will affect me."
"You won't find any drastic changes really, some of them you may have noticed already. You have a couple of Vampire traits so you will find yourself more graceful and are able to blend into shadows along with a bit of a speed increase, it would also explain your love for the cold. Also it will be where your recent blood lust has come from; it may be a problem though as you may need to start feeding. We won't know until your birthday, which is when you will go through... An inheritance of sorts. If you get fangs then you most likely will need to feed."

I ran my tongue over my canines and was slightly hoping to be receiving fangs. Now that I was thinking about it, it all did seem to fit with how I've been acting lately.

"Hey don't start thinking about that yet, we have more to go." I snapped my attention back to him and nodded to continue. "You will have a faster regeneration from a bit of werewolf blood. This could possibly be why your eyes glow although, that could also be from the changeling blood. A changeling is exactly like a metamorphmagus; just one is a family trait and the other a dark creature of mischief. I think it fits you very well" He said grinning and I smirked back up at him.

"Like a metamorphmagus a changelings powers can be affected highly by emotion. Also due to the werewolf blood, you might be more comfortable spending a full moon with a werewolf or in an animagus form if you have one."

"So that's it? Greyback said that I smelt like some other things he couldn't identify."

"That would be the horcrux and also the aura sensing ability you have. And before you say anything, yes he can smell things like that. Werewolves are very odd but powerful creatures. As for your next question, the horcrux is not affected by you dying if you don't want it to and yes it does mean what you think." He smiled down at me again then moved forward and put his arms around me in a tight hug.

"It's been nice to see you again but it is time for you to go back." He then pulled away and placed his hands on my shoulders. "You are going back because for the first time you have a reason to. But what about those scars? I can get rid of them if you want."

I looked down at my arms then brought up a hand to trace the one on my forehead, which now led down and though my eye. "No. Thanks for the offer but I think I need them as reminders. They ground whatever tiny bit of sanity I have left." I grinned at death and he grinned right back.

"Well then I believe it is time to go, that Dark Lord of yours is about to go on a rampage. Oh and because you are both so oblivious, will you give him something from me?" I gave him a questioning look before I nodded.

Abruptly his face was in front of mine and he gave a soft smile. "Good bye Harry, until next time." Then his lips were on mine and my vision was flooded by a bright white light. At some point while I was blinded, the lips faded and I felt my body moving. Suddenly I sat up and saw that I was back in my body in the potions lab and I was very much alive.

'HARRY!'

Schnuff said: Why wouldnt he use said power in the graveyard? Why not using them in the

Ministry? Oh, and stupid me but he could always see magic...but still wasnt seeing that
the rat was magical?

Answer: God I hate flames but I must answer this as others must have thought this too. Harry couldn't use 'said power' in the graveyard as he still needed to seem like the golden boy even in front of death eaters and Voldemort as he still had very strong links keeping him on the 'Light' side. (This being Sirius and Remus, who I don't believe he would leave.) This also applies to the incident in the ministry, he would need to be the golden boy and hold back but then as he saw Sirius fall through the veil in my head I saw him going into a stage of severe shock in which he wouldn't even think of using his magic, I think this makes him a little bit more human and realistic. Also Harry concealed his magical aura from Dumbledore of all people for a very long time from a young age and therefore I believe that a fully grown and magically mature adult like Pettigrew would be able to do this as well. Added to the rat's obvious survival instinct I think this would be something he is gifted in and would've used as a precaution while being around Dumbledore when he was in Hogwarts.

Janelly Slytherin said: Will there be flriting of Harry and Many DE and other Guys. *wink* Wink* cause
a Jelouse Voldy is a Hot Vodie *wink* wink*Nudge*nudge*hint*hint* LOL

Answer: I believe there will as it is in Harry's personality to do so and to be honest it really doesn't take much to make a fuming and jealous Voldey :)

Answer to Stormshadow13: Thank you for the suggestion and link! I love the image and the portrayal of the characters but I myself, see them slightly differently, although not too much.

GinHanelle said: Are planning on going more into depth on Harry's odd mix of non-human?

Answer: I hope this chapter answered your question!

Reader-anonymous said: How did the eye survive?

Answer: Firstly thanks for the great review! It really brightened up my day and it was nice to have something so in depth. Now to answer your question the reason his eye survived was a mixture of his magic and creature traits slightly activating to be able to heal the eye. I think this would be his body/magics instinctive response as he needs both his eyes as not to be handicapped or have a weakness... I hope that makes sense as I don't think I've explained that very well .