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FIRSTLY: I saw Doctor Strange… One of the best Marvel movies yet. Loved every bit of it! It's inspired me to keep going and to get started on the rewrite!
ALSO: I am sorry for how late it has been. I had been writing and trying to get this chapter up and running. But it has been hard when my computer took all my plots, ideas and future planning's with it when it decided to throw a feckin' hissy fit and die on me. So, starting from scratch and then trying to get the ideas up and running to post a chapter was hard for me. Not to mention that my work and life was throwing curve balls at me for the hell of it.
FURTHERMORE: For this story, I am making Death male in the beginning. It will show Harry's relationship with Death to be platonic. And I do know that quite a few reader's wanted a Death/Harry pairing. Unfortunately, I have a few plans in regards to Harry's love life. So, you'll just have to wait and find out. HOWEVER, that does NOT mean that Death will not be over-protective, and quite possessive of his Master.
FINALLY: Merry Christmas everybody, and a Happy New Year to you and your families!
Anyway, thank you very much for being so patient with me. I really appreciate for all your patience and thank you for your support.
Chapter I – New World
Harry felt consciousness come to him, allowing him to wake slowly from the forced sleep he had to endure in the arms of Death. His body was numb, apart from feeling the biting ice cold that was surrounding his form.
'What happened..?' His thoughts were blank as his mind was muddled. There wasn't a clear thought in his head as he tried to regain some sense of himself, forcing his state of conscious and clarity to return to him. His magic was the only thing he could be relieved about while he was in this current situation, it was good to know that he did have his magic and it would defend him when necessary.
He could hear cars and the sound of traffic nearby. It was odd and thought he might be in the Muggle world, but it felt different somehow. His magic was wavering around him, searching out the area and quickly retreated within himself when it found that his surroundings were not familiar to him. In fact, the world around felt… off. Even when Harry was in the Muggle world, he would always feel a sense of normality in the air. And in the Wizarding world, the magic was more vibrant and warm.
However, this world felt cold, and dead.
It unnerved him somewhat.
"That would be because this world is devoid of magic, Master." The sudden voice of the Death made Harry jump from his spot. His instincts kicked in and caused him to launch himself from a bed and back himself against the far wall of the room. His green eyes glowed with magic, enhancing his vision unknowingly and zeroed in on the ethereal being disguised as a mortal man that was sitting at the end of his bed.
"Death…" Harry murmured, glaring coldly at the entity. He could remember what happened to him before he passed out, and couldn't think of anything else but how broken his world had become after everything he had been through to save his world.
But now, his world no longer matters. Because everyone he ever loved in that world is gone.
"You have slept for quite some time, Master." Death stated, "It is almost midday."
"Where am I?" Harry demanded, eyes piercing hatefully at Death's casual and bored demeanor.
"Between." Death answered, staring intently at Harry's chest area that was clothed in his clothes.
"What?"
"You are presently in the Between of Life and my domain. Think of it as the Veil. Each soul is brought here to be judged for the actions while they were alive. Depending on that souls belief or religion, they are brought before a judge and measured for their worthy. It is the way I determine whether one's soul is worth passing over to paradise, or sent straight to damnation. Though the setting is that of everyday life. It eases a few souls who go into a panic at times because they think themselves still alive." Death observed Harry intently as the boy tried to gather himself. Death knew it was a risk sending Harry to another world so soon after the devastation of his home world. He had lost everything and everyone important to him.
But he needed to prepare his master for what was to come. This world would provide his master what he wished for more than anything, but at a great price of hardship and struggle.
"I despise Fate…" Harry snarled, unknowingly making his eyes glow green in his anger. Death could only agree silently with Harry. It was not a surprise for the boy to feel the way he did. Death had been quite vengeful when he approached Fate about his Master's life. Fate had not been kind to Harry Potter, in fact, they took great pleasure 'screwing' with the Boy Who Lived and his life.
Death was not amused.
As punishment for her cruel intentions towards one single wizard, Fate was obliterated from existence and in their place, a new Fate was formed. Death held no sympathy, or any emotion for the old Fate, or the new Fate. As long as they did their duty and never swayed from their place, Death would have nothing to do with them until their next demise.
"Fate will no longer tie you down in this universe, Master. Your life is now your own… within reason, of course." Death added to the end, and was immediately on the receiving end of another glare.
"What do you mean, 'within reason'?" Harry questioned accusingly.
"Well, since you seem so keen on wanting to die and join your family and friends, I thought I should make a point of informing you that at this stage, it will not be possible." Death stated truthfully, watching as his master's eyes glowed bright green.
"You can't do this to me! If I wish to die and be with my family and friends, then I will!" Harry screamed, his magic rising with his anger and began destroying the room around him. Death was unfazed outwardly, but inwardly sighed in exasperation. It was clear to Death that the boy was lashing out because everything that had happened. It was a wonder the boy survived for so long with his emotions running high as they are now.
"It is because you are emotional like this, that I am keeping you alive. Had I let you pass on to Paradise, you would become a stain on the peaceful plains." Death explained, watching as the anger began to recede from the boy's magic retreating. "You would have turned the one place where your family are at peace, into a burning inferno of pain and suffering. Your mere existence in Paradise would have turned it into Damnation." The anger was almost gone completely inside of Harry. "You wold have wiped your friends and family from existence. Their souls would have been faded into Oblivion."
"So… I would have destroyed the peace that allowed my parents and friends to be in had I chosen to pass on?" Harry summarised, the feeling of immense loss and loneliness near consuming him.
"Yes." Death confirmed, knowing the next few years are going to be hard for his Master. But he would become stronger, and would always remember the life he shared with his family. All he needed was time to heal, and grasp his new position. It may take years, but Death had unlimited patience.
And now, so was Harry Potter.
"I have lost everything…" Harry whispered brokenly, green eyes dull as his mind soon became a slave to the memories of the past few months. Pain, death, torture and indecision. "If I had simply listened to my instinct and Hermione, then maybe everyone might have survived." He had wondered why he didn't change things, or if he had, what would have been the outcome.
"It does not do to dwell on dreams… and forget to live," Death quoted a familiar saying from a soul Death itself was not very fond of. Albus Dumbledore, though portrayed by the Wizarding World as one of the most powerful and greatest sorcerer's in the world, was a man of many faults. His final mistake at playing with the life of one Harry Potter, trying his best to mould him into the great wizard his today, only for him to lead Harry Potter like a lamb to the slaughter. Death had not greeted Dumbledore like the old man had greeted him fondly. No, he simply told him that for his mistakes and crimes at controlling one young boy's fate, he was to be sent to Damnation for three centuries and learn from his choices in life.
Harry was lost, and alone. All his life, he had wished for one thing only. His deepest desires had shone through the Mirror in Erised back in his first year, and throughout his years, he had begun to have his desires. It was so simply, yet meant so much to him. And it was stripped from him when it was finally complete.
His family.
And now, that was all gone.
"Would you like to know what I am offering you in this world, or should I let you gather yourself for a moment?"
"Just… give me a moment." Harry murmured resignedly, feeling the effects of loss, grief and loneliness. "What am I to do now? What could I possibly do now that the war is over and everyone I love is dead?" His head dropped down, looking at his chest and immediately spotted the familiar symbol of the Deathly Hallows in black on his chest.
"What the—?!" Harry touched the mark and felt his soft smooth skin. Turning his attention to Death, who had not moved from his position, and gave him a confused stare.
"The Deathly Hallows have chosen you, Harry Potter. You are now the Master of Death." Death's proclamation seemed to break something inside of Harry.
"No. No, no, no, no…" Harry rambled, feeling a great weight dropping him to the floor in the corner and tucked his legs in and wrapped his arms around himself.
"You have achieved what no mortal has ever done." Death stated blandly, "Gellert Grindelwald has been the closest in becoming the Master of Death, but I refused to have an insane maniac as my master. I answer to no mortal with no morals." Death scoffed at the mere thought of being a servant to the likes of Grindelwald. The world would burn before he allowed that to happen.
"Why would you answer to a mortal in the first place?!" Harry shouted back, his green eyes glowing again.
"Because since the Dawn of Creation I have been doing nothing but ensuring every single soul reaches their eternal destination. My very existence is the reason all universes are existing, functioning and flowing through time. I am a Cosmic Entity that answers to no one. I have ultimate power, and yet…" Death stopped for a moment, causing Harry to look up and see Death for it truly was.
It was just like him…
"You are lonely," Harry stated, not questioning. Death's head turned to look at the boy, and meet his intense gaze with one of its own.
"You would be too if you had to be what I was. All alone, no sense of time or concept of doubt at all. Death is everlasting, eternal… forever. I shouldn't have to feel anything but duty to every soul. But I do feel…" Death couldn't remember a time when he had only felt pride and joy in his place in the universes.
Harry could understand what it meant to not have someone there by your side. It was a loneliness that could make you feel so empty, and cold that it seemed as if life itself was not worth living. All his childhood, he has had to live with a family that thought themselves normal and wanted nothing to do with their magical relatives, let alone their orphaned magical nephew.
And just like that, his childhood was stripped from him.
"Back to the matter at hand." Death's voice broke Harry out of his thoughts. "I have brought you here to give you the knowledge you need to defend yourself in this new universe and what duties you will be performing as Master of Death.
Firstly, from this moment on, you are Immortal. You will never die from anything, including old age. Your magic, as you may have felt, has been enhanced and evolved into a more… essential essence for your own benefit. This will include your need to be anywhere and everywhere needed to do your tasks. Your magic will know what needs to be done to ensure you are well, protected and able to maintain your status as Master of Death."
"What could this new life possibly offer me that I didn't have in my fist life?"
"The unconditional of love of family."
"I HAD THAT IN MY FIRST LIFE!" Harry screamed back at entity, tempted to lunge at Death and strangle it.
"No, you did not." Death hissed at the boy, having become annoyed Harry's constant need to prove the fact that he wanted to die and be at peace, and clearly wasn't accepting it. "You have spent your life living up to the expectation of everyone else around you. You were a slave in your relative's home from birth to eleven, a child being prepared for war from the moment you stepped into a place you called home. And throughout your years as a student, you have been responsible for the protection of the school, your friends and classmates.
"What child should have the burden of the world when it should be the adults who handle such disaster and dangers?"
"I never was a child." Harry pointed out.
"No, you never were…" Death agreed. "Because what child would survive what you have."
Harry was at a loss, but had to accept that the world he knew and loved was gone, and he could never return. "So what do I do now?"
"Live." Death glided to the boy, lifting him up like a child and wrapped its strong arms around the small frame. It was comforting. Harry leaned in the embrace, finding a warm sense of familiarity and truth in the simple hold. "You are not alone in this world, Master. I will always be there, everywhere and anywhere you need me. Call my name, I will answer always. You have the chance to begin again, Harry. Your journey has just begun, Master. I will say this now, the adventure that awaits is the one that will be remembered for all time."
Harry breathed deep and slow. He stayed that way for a while, and not once did Death leave him.
"Alright… I'll live."
"You will not regret this… Master." Death's inner workings were predicting the possibilities and futures that awaited his Master and could only internally burn with excitement for the war that would come with time.
'Believe me, Master. Once you have saved this world from the Mad One, I promise to ensure that should you wish it, eternal peace will be yours.'
And Death always keeps his promises.
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