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Chapter 1- New Beginning

Harry couldn't remember the last time he felt so relaxed. It was one of those afternoons where everything was going right and now, he could finally calm himself and not have a worry in the world; for now. But as he thought back to the day when he entered this new world, it was times like these that Harry missed the people back home. All his memories that held of his previous life, both good and bad had been kept with him. Harry could live with the nightmares, since he could easily cast away the away with a Sleepless potion. But there was the occasional emotional stress, causing a little choas with his control on his magic.

Harry sighed, thinking of the first day that he had woken up in the new world in which he now lived in. His conversation with Death was something he would never forget, no matter what he did. Harry came to realise that Death was, though he would never reveal this to anyone, more 'human' than it was possible.

Harry hummed that followed by an empty chuckle. 'Death... is definitely something else.' And with that thought, his green eyes glazed over. His mind was drawn into a memory, and really, Harry still couldn't believe that it was only two years ago.

When he woke, he hadn't expected anything like this. Harry looked around and found himself onna large bed, in a room with barely any light. It was a shock for him, especially when he didn't know where he was. He began to panick, and on instinct, began to feel around for his glasses and wand. Though he was thankful when he found his glasses on a bedside table, but tensed when he could not find his wand with them. He felt a sense of abandonment course through him, but was soon wincing in pain as he felt a burning ache in his chest. Looking down, Harry pushed the covers from his body, only for his eyes to widen in shock and recognition. His trembling hand lifted to his chest, pressing his finger to the marked skin and began to slowly trace the black symbol that had been branded into his skin.

A circle within a triangle and a solid line splitting the shapes in half.

The Mark of the Deathly Hallows.

Harry froze as he stared at the mark. What did this mark mean?

Where was his wand?

What happened?

'Wait... Where am I?' Harry looked around himself and immediately felt another the sudden wave of something. It hit him hard, but was not harsh. It was warm, yet cool at the same time. The feeling of being complete and at ease. Harry felt like he was his self again; completely. Harry was thoroughly confused. 'What's happening to me?'

"You should really calm yourself, otherwise you will get facial stress marks, or so Muggles say." Harry jumped, startled by the sudden deep alluring voice that seemed to engulf Harry's senses. He felt warm long arms wrap around his waist, pulling him into an enclosed embrace. Harry's senses were on high as he felt the cool breath of Death against his neck, his heart beating wildly.

"Death, where am I?" Harry seethed, but was only met with silence and a pale hand placed over his chest, one finger tracing the mark gently. Harry could felt the possessive nature rising from the man that held him.

"As I already told you before, you had nothing in the-"

"I asked where I was, not what happened!" Harry snarled, struggling with little effort against the arms that held him protectively. Death merely held him closer and rested his head on Harry shoulder.

"Harry, calm down. You need to know a few important details for you to live in this world. This is going to be the life you've always wanted, Master." Death felt the boy relax slightly, though remained tense for the fact of always being cautious of a situation. It made Death smile inwardly at the thought of Harry being relaxed and loved for who he is, not what he was and is.

"What do mean? I have lost everything... First my parents, then my godfather and uncle... and now my friends." Harry's voice cracked, a wretched sob slipping from his control. He had lost everything he loved, and all that he had. 'Luna...' Her beautiful face and personality would always remain with him in memory. She was like his little sister and would always be there for her, as she was there for him, never turning her back on him in times of distress.

"The pain you must feel, will never be compared. It is true that though your loved ones have passed on, they all had one wish that was the same."

"What's that?" Harry knew that some of his friends still resented him for what happened in the past years at Hogwarts. His fifth year being one of the worst, for he had lost so much in just twelve months. So it was understandable for him to be confused at what Death was telling him.

"For you to live a life of love and happiness like no other. When I gathered the souls that were to depart, I heard their final departing whispers. Each one of your friends wanted you to experience the life of a normal person, despite all that you had been through. Your friend Luna in particular, wanted you to shed your final tear of the past... so that your smiles may be brighter than ever in the future."

'Luna...' Harry was still, silent and blank. His desires had not changed since he was eleven. Not even after when he looked into the Mirror od Erised. He was just a mere boy that wanted nothing more than the love and comfort of a family. To live and go through life's beautiful cycle, and for it to all end with someone there beside, holding his hand and saying, 'You did it...'. Even to the very end, his friends knew what he desired most, only for it to be taken away from him.

What had Harry Potter done for him to receive such a hard and unforgiving life?

'Harry," Death spoke to break his train of thought, already knowing what would happen had he continued on with his inner turmoil. "Life is but a great adventure, as is Death. I admit, some had seeked the thrilling path of what lay in Death, only for them to find themselves with nothing but the despairing relisation that it was not what they had expected. But know this Harry, if you continue on thinking that life is not worth the pain and hardships-"

"It isn't," Harry spat, his eyes glaring at the wall on the other side of the room.

"No Harry, sometimes it is not." Death admitted with a sigh. "But that is how humans think."

"Well, at least I have something in common with every other person!" Harry shouted, and felt the feel of his magic lash out, causing something the shatter and crash to the floor. Harry froze, looking around and got a good focus on his surroundings. A spacious luxurious room filled with elegant and high class furniture. The curtains were drawn, blocking the light from outside. "W-where am I?"

"This is going to be that start of your new life Harry. Though I would ordinarily make you start your new life from the very beginning, as a newborn infant, I felt that it would not have been right of me to erase the memories of your past." Harry felt Death smirk into his neck, before his breath hitched when he felt the man place his lips at the base of his neck. Death pulled Harry's lean frame closer to his, and soon there was no distance between them. Death could feel Harry's heart beating loudly, but didn't say anything. He felt Harry relax into him hesistantly, and felt his senses calm down instantly.

"So what now?" Harry sighed, admitting that there was nothing that could be done. Harry would have to live with what he has, as he did for many years before.

"Well for a start, you are the only one in this world that is able to use magic. But it is not the restricted magic that forces you to use a 'focus point' as it were, such as a wand." Harry turned his head to look into Death's gleaming eyes, confused. Death chuckled, "Harry, you have the ability to use Wandless Magic. You don't need a wand." Harry's eyes showed Death enough to understand that Harry was again in a position that made him different from everyone else. But it was not in Death's control to build and form Harry's new life, though he may have wanted to.

"So... even in this world, I'm still different." Death sighed as he tightened his grip around Harry. He knew that he could not do much to confort Harry, but the least he could do was to stay with the boy while he thought about everything. And Harry didn't seem to reject him, so he stayed by him.

"Harry, it does not matter that you are different. I will tell you this, you are not the only human with a deep secret of his own. There are many more, that I can assure you." Harry scoffed inwardly. So what if there were other people with dark secrets. Yes, Harry was quite aware, for it was the most obvious truth. But...

There was no one like him.

And he was alone because of that.

"You will never be alone Master, that much I promise you." Harry shook his head, not believing a word the being said.

"Don't make promises that nobody can keep. My life has been filled with lies, loss and so much more."

"And you have a chance to start anew. You have a chance in front of you to finally be able to live a life that will go your way. No destiny; No prophecies; Nothing but the cycle of life progressing, and this time... it will go the way you wish." But there was one silent thought that remained with Death, who decided it best to not voice out.

Harry didn't respond, he didn't need to. It was obvious that Harry couldn't and wouldn't believe such a thing.

No.

He was a Potter.

There was no such thing as things going his way.

Being a Potter drew all sorts of troubles and dangers like no other.

It wasn't fair.

Harry clenched his jaw, holding back a deep growl that threatened to be released from inside of him. The thought of living another life that spoke of Destiny.

Fate.

'For the Greater Good'.

Oh how he hated those words...

"What's the point..?"

Death turned his head to stare at the side of his master's face. He could see the deep shattering level of despair. And Death knew that if he didn't say something to appease the tortured soul that he held close to him, it would end in nothing but complete chaos.

"You and I are going to go somewhere." Death watched, completely amused by the reaction on his master's face. Harry blinked at him when their eyes met. Death would have laughed, had the situation not been more serious than it was.

"What?"

"You and I are going to go somewhere, together. I believe it is an activity that humans do when they are with each other. Particularly female and male couples." Death quirked a brow in thought, before he smirked. "Ah yes, I believe that humans call it... a date."

Harry sat there in silence for a moment, not sure what to do or if he correctly understood what the man was saying. Did this man, a form of Death, just ask him, Harry Potter-

On.

A.

Date...

"That's right Harry, though there is a problem with your train of thought. I didn't ask you; we are going to do it, without arguement." Harry stared, gaping at the dark, smirking man that held him tightly.

It was official.

Fate just loved screwing with Harry Potter's life.

Please bear with me. I know it's not what people might have expected, but I got A LOT of reviewers that loved how I displayed Death. So, I've added a little something with Harry and Death. In this case, I am making it so Death is trying to make Harry see that he can start a new beginning and never have to worry about anything from his former life. Though, I'm sure you're all aware that it won't last for long. Bad luck follows Harry, like a moth being drawn to a flame.

Please review! I want to hear your thoughts on this. And tell me what you think about Harry going on a DATE with DEATH! Remember, this is still in a Flashback! So it will progress.

Oh! Who should Harry meet in this new world first?

Tell me what you think!

-lostfeather1;)