Summary: Death finally appears and he explains things to our beloved little Harry.

Notes: Harry is now the Master of Death and he finally meets his contracted in the Lifestream.

Chapter 2: Death

Green

Harry James Potter found himself surrounded by brightly glowing green lights which seemed to flow all around him. Changing its form from wisps to different oddly shaped objects.

Observing his surroundings, the raven soon realized that he wasn't just holding his holly wand in his right hand. That on his left, was the supposedly broken elder wand, the lost resurrection stone and a mysterious beautiful blood-red colored ruby necklace.

Eyes widening, Harry did the first thing that came into his mind.

He screamed.

"What the bloody fuck is going on here!? Where am I? What purpose am I here for?"

At that, a black smoky figure began to form in the shape of a man and replied in a indifferent cold voice, "You are the Master of Death and as my Master, I saw it necessary to equip you with the tools you would need to live your life in the new world you are to be born in."

Emerald eyes widened, at such a reply.

He was going to be born? Particularly, in a new world?

That very statement made him look questioningly at the figure before him and try on processing that he was now actually the Master of Death. That the guy? Wraith? Or whatever before him was also actually death in his figurative flesh himself.

Grimacing at the thoughts running in his head, Harry could definitely feel a serious migraine forming at which he knew could only make him more pissy.

Groaning in frustration and dropping the items he held, he took hold of his forehead and tried to massage away the miserable headache that was happening within him. Yet, frustratingly enough it didn't easily go away.

But, at the mere touch of cold fingers on his face everything he negatively felt went away.

Dropping his hands and letting his face be caressed by human-like fingers, he was surprised to now see a very handsome face adorned by red glowing eyes as he peered at the busy man? Creature? holding him.

"All answers would come in time, Master, " whispered Death and continued, "Besides, I think it would be best if you put all of your grievance away for now."

"But, I don't think that that would actually make me feel any better. Plus, don't call me master, my lord, or anything as closely disturbing as that," grumbled the still very confused man.

A small smile soon graced the ethereally handsome face of death and the small raven found himself hugged by the six foot and three inches' personification of death.

Surprisingly enough, Harry found it odd that with the way Death was close and touching him instead of fear he actually felt at home. It was like the feeling he had when he was first at Hogwarts and so much more.

Gingerly wrapping his own arms around the black clad figure, he asked quietly, "Why?"

Red glowing orbs peered at him as his face was tilted up to meet Death's gaze as the other answered, " Why what?"

A few silent seconds passed before Death seemed to sigh and continued, "Why are you here? Why did you become the Master of Death? Why do I seem to look so human to you? Why am I capable to give you this warm pleasant feeling and take away your pain? Why do I even exist? Why are you to be reborn? Why do you have to live in a new world? Those are your questions, aren't they?"

"Yeah, they actually are."

An amused laugh later and Death stated, "You're now even wondering on how was I able to know your thoughts...But there are more questions in your mind. Questions that now go on the what, when, where and hows of things."

"Umm...Yeah. So, uh, are you using Legilimency?"

"No, my Lord. As I am Death and your servant it is more of an automatic thing for me to know what you think, feel or know. After all, it was how I actually came to be and how I made serving all my masters effectively."

Pushing Death away in surprise, Harry exclaimed in surprise, "There were other Masters of Death before me!?"

A non-committal hum of admission came from the red eyed man as the small raven tried to piece together what his companion now told him.

Checking things through his head, he listed out the things he found out.

Okay...He was now the master of Death. Death jut told him that he could read his mind and he was very capable of taking away his very human pain. Plus, there were previous Masters of Death before him.

Cautiously eyeing Death, he even wondered what happened to his predecessors and what would soon happen to him.

He was brought out of his thoughts when Death came close to him and held out the objects he just dropped. Reminding him again that he indeed was now Death's master.

A few minutes seemed to pass in this oddly green glowing place while he stared dumbly at what Death held because the immortal shortly placed it in his now upturn hands and a large black coat was now draped in his thin shoulders.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm giving these to you because you would need them," replied death in matter of fact tone.

"But!"

"No buts, my lord. What has happened has happened. As the Harry James Potter of your world you are now officially dead. You now have the three Hallows: the elder wand, the stone and the cloak. The red pendant is a variation and more highly advanced version of the Philosopher's stone. I, your servant is neither dead or alive. I am Death and you may call me whatever name or designation you wish to give me. And you, " a short pause as Death gestured his cold hand towards him, continued, " are to be reborn in a new world with a new identity."

"So, that's it? That's all the explanations you can give me," queried this slightly unnerved human.

"The here that you are wondering about is the Lifestream. It is where all the souls go to after they die and it is also where souls and other things given creation and new life. And yes, this realm is different from Limbo, the in between in which you stayed at as you spoke to Albus Dumbledore. No, heaven, hell and purgatory does exist here. I mean, they're just like sub-departments where the souls go and get what they deserve. Yes, souls can still meet each other here if we do so permit it. And yeah, the way how you perceive me right now is the desire you have me reflect from you."

Green eyes narrowed accompanied by a frown as the forty-nine-year-old realized that Death just answered all of his questions by reading it off his mind again.

"You really do need to stop that. And, what do you mean that the way I see you right now is by my own desire!? I mean, I don't desire to see death as a really tall and handsome bloke that could put most of the guys I met to shame."

A smirk adorned Death's lips as he watched his master try on defending himself from the truth.

"You're being defensive, my Lord. All I'm saying is the truth and we both know it. To be precise, even this 'humanity' I have right now is your own wish. You just don't want to admit the fact that you want someone to act humanly towards you and treat you with all the love you deserve."

"Shut up!", yelled Harry as he somehow feels himself redden in embarrassment.

What Death did say was partly true of craving human touch and interaction. But, what he knew was that he really didn't wish for Death to turn out to be a drop-dead gorgeous guy. Did he?

Doubt filled the green-eyed raven as he catalogued Death's overall appearance and how was that even connected to him. On how that look was by his own doing.

Fair skin clear without any scars or blemishes, hair as black as the deep night which flowed past its owner's shoulders, glowing eyes that was as red as Gryffindor's banners, high cheekbones and a nicely defined nose that complemented his handsomely ethereal face, a very well defined physique and a tall stature. All of this made the entity before him perfect and handsome.

Too perfect and handsome.

But that doesn't give him any memory of thinking of meeting someone like that or actually wishing that he had been like that.

So why and where did Death get the notion that he wanted him to be like this?

After all, it wasn't as if he even pictured Death to act as if he was trying to redeem himself from something and isolate himself from the world while having an attitude that can be so infuriating with its sullenness yet the presence of ever flowing confidence and deadly demonic danger that could actually bring chaos.

Chaos.

Shit.

Yup, pretty shite.

Finally directing his gaze to those amused all-knowing eyes, he finally understood whom he associated Death with.

"So, you finally figured it out, Master," asked the bastard.

Yup, the attitude was definitely how he imagined that guy had before he got screwed over by his own boss, Hojo.

Frowning at Death, he admonished the other as if his sudden realization of things was anything to go by, "You're acting out as if you're actually Vincent Valentine. You're appearing and acting the way how I imagined him to be during his time as Turk except for his eyes. You decided to keep his post-Chaos operation eyes."

"Of course, I did. You've always associated Vincent Valentine as death because of those eyes. That's why I decided to keep them as is. So yes, my Lord, it is as you wish even if you did it subconsciously."

Another frustrated groan and Harry rebuked him, "Shut it, Death. Besides, didn't I already tell you to not call me master or my lord? I don't want to be a lord or master. Or anything at all! I've fought Voldemort for freedom, peace and nothing else."

"But as much as you deny it, my Lord. You are my master and nothing will ever change that."

"But-But, there were other Masters of Death before me! Why can't they just take the position again and leave me alone?"

"It cannot be and would not be. They are unworthy of being of Death's master and you alone now have this worthiness," rebutted the Death as he closed in to an angrily shaking human.

"But-That's...I can't possibly...," rumbled off the angry and confused wizard as he chose to drop the possessions Death had just earlier gave to him.

Taking pity at his own master, Death took the shaking human into his arms and siphoned off the green-eyed raven's feelings off of him.

"I know, this indeed is a lot to take in and you still have a lot questions in your mind. But, I do hope you understand that all would come in time with patience," pausing for a moment to stare directly at dimmed yet beautiful emerald eyes, Death intertwined both of their fingers as they held hands. Leaning his forehead leveled to his master he continued, "Things would become easier if you finally accept things even if it's just our bond, my Lord. With the full consent on your part of the bond I would be able to help you with the utmost of my abilities and make things a lot simpler or convenient for you."

A resigned sigh and Harry James Potter finally accepted his fate.

"Fine. Let's do the bond or whatever it is to be done. Just-," another tired sigh and he resumed, "Just promise me you'll explain and make things as much as easy as you can actually make it be for me. Okay?"

A triumphant smile and reply of, "Of course, my Lord," along with a gentle kiss on the lips that soon turned hot and fierce followed with a lot of tonsil hockey made The-Boy-Who-Lived see stars and black out into Death's loving abyss.

A/N: LOL...I just made Death look like Vincent Valentine and have him tonsil hockey Harry Potter. I really think that there's something wrong with me.

ROFL