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I AM SOOO SORRY! I know it has been so long, but I got so caught up in my other stories and had so many other ideas for crossovers that this story has to be taken a step down... But I thank you all for reviewing and loving the story! You're all so awesome!

There is A LOT of people that say Death and Harry should be together. I don't know, what do you think?

Anyway, let it begin!

Chapter 2- A Date With Death

He still couldn't believe it. His mind just seemed to stop working properly as he was in daze, wondering how in the hell did he get himself in to this? Though Harry would admit that yes, he was the Master of Death. It just seemed that his mind couldn't wrap around the events that have happened in the past day or so.

He swore to Merlin that Fate had some sort of grudge against him, for her to be so cruel and evil that he had to endure the worst of everything, and still end up being where he was now, completely and utterly alone. And if Fate were to come and pay him a visit, Harry would have no trouble in giving her a piece of his mind, and possibly throw a few powerful hexes and dark curses. Yes, he would make sure she got what's coming to her, should she think of showing up and meeting him.

However, for the time being, Harry would have to think of what to do with Death. It appeared that Death had something in mind with this whole let's-go-out-on-a-date-together charade. And Harry had to have some answers to some unspoken questions that Harry was going to get answers to.

So, he went in to the bathroom and had a cold shower, his thoughts still flowing in various directions that he must sort out. He felt like he was losing his sanity with just the thought of starting a new life. Really, why did it have to be him? Harry sighed heavily and stepped out of the shower to dry, and found some elegant and fresh clothes lying on the chair by the door. And after some hesistation, he slipped them on and looked in the mirror. He blinked, before confusion turned to shock.

"What-?"

Black hair fell like silk, nearly covering his eyes and ended at his shoulders in uneven layers. His eyes peered through his hair to look into reflecting emerald eyes that seemed to give a luminous glow, reminding him of the Avada Kedavra. He blinked, how could he see so clearly when he wasn't wearing his glasses? He had a lean masculine body and he grew, nearly being six feet tall. His features were more defined. He was handsome and looked like a noble.

Why did he look so... different?

"Did you think that by coming to a new world, you would not be altered in some way?" Harry flinched when he felt the familiar slender hand carress his shoulder.

"I thought that maybe, I would be rid of this..." Harry pointed to the scar that made him the Boy Who Lived, and the Saviour of the Wizarding World.

He hated it.

There was nothing more to the scar other than the meaning of his mother's sacrifice and the accidental seventh Horcrux of Voldemort. And for the rest of Harry's schooling, he was told of being the Chosen One and how he was the only one to kill Voldemort because it was foretold by a Prophecy. Not to mention the person who told the prophecy was never to be relied on. Harry scoffed at how messed up his life had been.

"Harry, let us be off," Death whispered to him before gracefully gliding out of the bathroom, leaving Harry to stare blankly at his new appearance.

For the past three hours, Harry had been dragged through New York City by Death. If it wasn't the people that were gaping at both Harry and Death like they were some sort of new stripper production, it was the fact that Harry could see everything like he had never seen it before.

The city was covered in a dark haze. It was similar to that of a person smoking a cigarette and exhaling the disgusting smoke that stained the clear air. Harry could see and practically feel the smoke as he passed by people that were oblivius to it all. Harry felt the smoke pass by him and almost wretched when it began to cling to his arms. If it weren't for Death who was holding closely to his side, Harry would find a dark alley and never turn back to this stained and corrupted city. But why was he seeing all this smoke?

Why was he here if all this world was nothing but as a chaotic as his other world?

"Because in this world, you have a chance to make a difference that would be by your choice."

Harry whirled his head around to see Death looking at him knowingly, his changed blue eyes swirling as they pierced through Harry. All that he could do was gaze into the changing eyes, not knowing how to reply, so only nodded. Death seemed to know what he meant by his affirmation, and continued to say, "In this world, it is humans that corrupt their own world. Some live to survive, while others live in luxury. And yes, the acts that humans commit while they live are vile and tragic, however, it is life all the same."

"And they don't know the mistakes they are making?" Harry had to ask, though he knew the answer. It was a complete shame and heartbreaking to see this new world he was in be darkened with hate and tainted by the actions people make everyday.

"Mistakes are made every single moment, Harry. But that is how humans are. They make mistakes all the time, some more severe than others. However, with a little guidance, this world can become clear and be restored to its former radiance."

"Is that why you brought me here? To fix the mistakes of people that I don't know?!" Harry was outraged with feeling the familar feeling of being forced to do something that he didn't want to. His life had been nothing more than one big play for the whole world to see. And it disgusted him with the way he was manipulated, all because of a stupid, damned prophecy.

"Do not assume such a thing, master. No, I do not intend for you to fix this world, for it cannot be saved. The world will die, and nothing will change that. The fate of this world was already determined by Life, Time and myself. And when the time comes for me to 'collect', I will end this world and its prolonged suffering."

Harry was beginning to see that Death was not happy with the words he spoke, but did not speak out. It wasn't his place and knew when to hold his tongue in a situation like this. Now that he was in a world that was unfamilar to him, he had to think about things far more carefully.

"So, where are we going?" Harry was curious as to where Death was taking him. He saw the fainted smile of Death beginning to spread, before he was pulled into a public cafe.

Harry looked around to find that this place wasn't as smokey or hazy as it was outside or in the other stores. It was quite clear adn was filled with a calm and happy atmosphere. And by the way he saw many of the customers were smiling and laughing, Harry could get use to coming here more often. The aura of the store was soothing and sensational, allowing Harry to breathe a sigh of relief and peace. He felt Death relax slightly by the way the arm around Harry's shoulders had loosened its grip.

"This is one of the places that had remained untouched by the harsh cruelty of violence." Harry was surprised by the tone Death had used. It was softer, but only if you focused on him completely, otherwise anyone would disregarded it.

"What happened to this world for it to become so..."

"Rotten?" Death suggested, and Harry nodded in agreement. "Human politics... War... Corruption... There are many things that will lead this world to its end. This world has been run by a government of greed and order. The very soil of the world became nothing but a playground for the humans. Each year the Earth slowly becomes empty and uncaring. She doesn't even bother clensing her forests or help save her children anymore.

Each year, this world slowly becomes more insane. This world's fate is sealed, along with the humans that live on it."

Harry closed his eyes, already feeling the aura of the world slowly fading away. It saddened Harry that such a beautiful world would one day stop living because of the race she inhabited. Harry knew that he couldn't change the world, unlike he did for his own world back home. No, it wasn't that he couldn't.

He wouldn't.

From the moment he opened his eyes to this new world, Harry had made a silent vow that he would not get involved in anything that would make him appear to be seen by anyone or become a target. He wasn't a hero anymore, and will never be one ever again. For becoming a hero had brought him too much heartache and tragedy.

No, he refused to be a Saviour again.

"You seem lost in your thoughts, dear master." Harry looked up to find himself sitting at a table, facing Death who seemed somewhat amused. Harry would have flushed in embarrassment had he not known who he was talking to. But it still didn't stop the slight heat in his pale cheeks.

"Sorry, was busy trying to assess my thoughts."

"So I see," Death smirked, "Tell me Harry, what is it about this world that is different from your home?"

Harry blinked at the sudden question, but replied, "I would have to say the aura's that I keep feeling around me. Uh, the Magic around me is being very clingy and always very close to me."

"Correct, on those points. The reason you are able to sense the aura's of this world is because it is one of the gifts bestowed upon you by the Hallows. Sensing is an ability that not most wizards and witches are able to do. Though here, in this world, you are able to use it freely."

"Why is that?"

"Because, you are Magic's only child. In this universe, there is no Wizarding World... No Hogwarts..."

Harry froze, not knowing how to think or what to say to that piece of information. No Hogwarts... it only meant that Harry had no place to call 'home'. There was no other person who could understand him. He was alone, with no one to talk to about the pains and wonders he had experienced at Hogwarts.

"Do not think that you are alone in this world, master. Though you may have the gift of Magic, there are others that are different in their own ways." That was going to be hard for Harry to believe, seeing as he was more unique than anyone else he knew, and probably would ever know.

"Where exactly am I suppose to begin, when everything I have ever known is lost? What am I suppose to do?" Why was that everytime Fate wanted something to play, it was always Harry that took the full force of it all?

It wasn't fair on him.

He just wanted to be himself.

He just wanted to be Harry.

Just Harry.

"You will have to stand tall, keep your mind clear and keep moving forward. Your life may not have started out with a happy beginning, but that does not mean you cannot shape yourself and become someone you wish to be."

Those simple words were all that Harry needed to fall apart and cry in the arms of Death. He was held tightly and felt so safe.

He felt loved.

"What is it you wish to do now, Harry?"

What was it that he wanted to do now? He didn't know where to begin and couldn't bring himself to say that he wanted to die. Because he knew deep down that his family and friends wouldn't want that.

"I guess the only thing that I can do... is look forward and make my own path..." Harry looked up to the handsome dark haired man and saw a small gentle smile on his lips.

"Then foward, is where you shall go. But know this Harry, when one moves forward, they must walk carefully. For one never knows where their steps may land."

Harry smiled to himself as he recalled the rest of the day. Death had taken him to the finest resturant in the city and made sure that Harry was always close. It still confused him why Death would seem so... human around him. He reminded him of a few people that were mixed into one person. It was odd, but Harry didn't mind it at all. In fact, he found that Death was rather refreshing company and he didn't seem to care who heard or spoke to him. But when it came to Harry, he received the man's full attention and focus. It seemed to unnerve Harry at first, but disregarded it all in the end.

After all, Harry was Death's master.

But that didn't mean that Harry was still unnerved by the amount of attention he gained by Death. The very gaze of the 'man' seemed to strike through Harry with their intensity. But Harry ignored it all. It's been two years since he last saw Death, and Harry never felt more alive.

Harry didn't have a job, for reasons that were quite obvious. His magic reacted around anything that was electrical, and all stores he had come across had devices that would sure interfere with his powers. So, when Harry had went to the bank to open an account in case he was in need of one, it shocked him to find that he already possessed one. He stilled for a moment, before asking questions about his existing account and was answered with having a total of over two million dollars of inheritence money.

Harry would make sure that Death explained this to him when he got the chance to.

And it was from then on that Harry wouldn't have to worry about his financial problems.

'Let's hope that no more surprises seep into this new life of mine."

But Harry knew that sometimes, this hope he had wasn't going to work for him. He was Harry Potter after all.

Don't kill me. I know it has been so long, but hey, here is a chapter! YAY!

Merry Christmas to all my reviewers and I will try to do another chapter before the New Year!

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