Master of Death

*Odd sort of idea, where Harry "master of death" had died and become death. If this makes sense.*

Harry Potter had put the ring with its black stone about his neck, so the curse would not bring him harm; it rested in a pouch against his breast. The cloak was thrown hastily about his shoulders, his unseen fingers gripped, white knuckled, and the wand in his hand – unbroken and dark strained wood. Stained by both its growth from the earth beneath his feet, and stained again by blood as it was passed from the conquered to the conquerors.

This day, there would be war.

This day he was death.