Standing before his failure he stares at the blank gaze of the children, though this time truly dead.
With a heavy heart Harry points his wand towards each of their corpses before lifting them with a levitation charm, as they slowly lift off the ground he makes sure the spell will hold, the influx of magic, that he knows instinctively is his body is accommodating, and adapting to his ascension for lack of a better term.
Satisfied with the hold he has on his magic he guides them towards their parents' remains, using his own shields to prevent himself from vomiting from the mess of bitten flesh, while he's seen it from the air being this close and knowing they use to be parents makes him feel more attached and repulsed.
Stealing himself, he has to do this for his own sanity if anything. He sets the children by their parents before he shuts his eyes as a tear slips out.
"I'm sorry, I couldn't save you, couldn't save them" speaking to the parents or their soul more than anything not that he expects them to hear, it's for him, selfishly.
"I won't let their death be in vain, they may have died for nothing, but they will live on through me, I swear to you. I'll stop this tragedy, this horror" he feels a resolve built as he fixes his gaze on the peaceful face of the youngest.
'I may not be able to prevent everyone from dying but what is the point if I don't try despite the odds' With that thought he lifts his wand using an incindio to cremate their bodies.
Watching as the flames lick and burn their bodies he never notices the family of five standing behind him as death gathers their souls personally.
The mother gives the man who tried to protect her children, despite it being in vain. She feels her heart reach out to the melancholy man sensing a deep amount of grief trapped in him. The father thanked the man silently for the fact that their children didn't die painfully.
The youngest not liking the kind man's face rushes away from the group of recently deceased souls to toddle up towards the man, their childish ignorance not capable of understanding the full scope of what's happening, he just knows that his family is together and this man tried to protect him, plus those awesome booming lights were fascinating.
"Hey, mister, thank you Mister!" The chubby cheeks of the ghostly child puffs out when the man ignores them.
Reaching forward they intend to swat at the man for ignoring them, before exclaiming as his whole arm turns to smoke.
"Sorry little, my dear master can't hear you at this moment, but don't fret he should soon be able to reach out to the dead once he is at full strength" the weight of a bony hand resting on the boys head makes him look up, the skull like face peeking through the hood does nothing to terrifying the boy, though the big words fly over the pubescent souls mind but he can understand that he'll be able to talk to the man with amazing abilities.
"Okay" he pouts
Not caring if he can't be heard he springs onto the man intending to give him a hug, slamming into the man's back not realizing he's solid and actually hugging the man instead of turning into smoke tightening his tiny arms around the lithe waist pressing himself into the small of the man's back he whispers another "thank you" before letting go never noticing the man spin around with a frantic gaze as he and if family fade into nothingness and join those in the afterlife.
Harry stares at where he could have sworn was the shade of the youngest of the three he tried to save. The weight of the youngest and their parting words resonate into his mind.
"Death?" He's confused. Is this another ability of his? He remembers the shades of his parents, but that was a byproduct of being Voldemort's victim.
If there's anything he's learned is to not let anything go unnoticed.'Constant vigilance' as his favorite auror would spout.
"Ma- little one, I'm afraid to say you're not, yet at the stage to be able to interact with the dead, but yes, you should be able to contact those who are still drifting throughout the plain, those still tethered to the living if you will"
"Unfortunately, you may only interact with those who have moved on, when you're in my realm, and you're not ready for that as the separation of your mind and body isn't wise as you're still adjusting to your… Godhood "
"Godhood!?"
"Your in a delicate stage right now, so try not to die in the next say five years that should be long enough to settle in completely"
"Not die? Don't die!" That's easy for the entity to say they literally can't die as they are Death.
"Wait, what do you mean for the next five years!"
"Death!" The primordial entity has the audacity to laugh before disappearing with no response.
He lets a smile tug despite himself. The being helped lighten his mood, though as the fire snuffs out his smile wanes to a frown as he looks at the smoking remains of ash.
Sending a light wind charm he watches the ashes drift into the sky making a morbid show as it dances into nothingness,
"Be free" he states no one, though if you were to look you would see blazing green eyes moist as they fill with determination.
His tranquility is interrupted as the resonating boom rumbles throughout the area snapping to attention he's on his broom already flying over the roof before he can process, his body close to the handle as he speeds towards the commotion. Hoping the giant titan hasn't reappeared.
Reaching the gate he can see smoke billowing out of it as he floats near high enough to not be bumped by wandering titans but close enough to see into the newly made hole.
The attack caused his tracker in his mind's eye to be filled with nerves again but without the determination that followed it.
He can sense that the boy is nearby the commotion, but going by the absence of terror he can't help but relax knowing he wouldn't be just nervous if him or those two blondes were in danger.
He marvels as the giant being stalks through the hole. it's yellowish plates along its body give it an armor like look to it.
The thing seems to slouch before it steams up like the others when they die or are healing, his hearing catches the sound of screaming as the panic increases with the titans strolling in through the new hole. I
Ignoring the steaming corpse of the Titan, never seeing the blonde boy hop out of its husk under the cover of the steam, since he's already darting up and scaling over the wall, his saving people thing in full force.
Stalling at the top, his seeker eyes flick to the river where there are crowds of people trying desperately to get onto escape boats he can see attached to lines like a trolley.
He knows he can't save all of them but maybe he can give them a chance, he can admit that he could do something more drastic but selfishly he doesn't want to reveal himself without understanding his situation. He doesn't know how those who he saves will react, nor how the government of this land would treat him.
Those like the three children being exempt as he could easily obliviated their mind, but mass obliviation?
Wait till their master learns he has the same capabilities as Miss.Ymir, but isn't limited to just the subjects of Yimir, seeing as death is the same, while life is various in its forms with a multitude of jurisdictions and gods who rule over the various life forms they domain over.
It's a heavy burden that rests upon their little master's shoulder, being the one force of nature that is constant in every universe, but they know their master is up for it, it's why he created the hallows, for his little Harry, who he knew since his own beginning, would be his master.
Harry doesn't know what he should do-
'It couldn't work' not that easily at least.
He has to try, regardless.
Pulling out his wand, who thrums with anticipation, eager to be used again, to please their master.
He looks down at the nobby wand with a look of fondness, he misses his holly, but feels like this wand was meant for him, now that he feels the connection fully with the elder wand, he realizes that the holly felt too…light.
He hates using that term, having grown up from his rose tinted glasses of black and white during his time as an auror, he knows now that a light wizard can be just, if not as bad as any dark wizard they so despised.
Learning that the killing curse was formed as a way to give the helpless a painless death was the first wake up call. He embarrassingly remembers how he genuinely thought Voldemort created the curses for the longest.
Shaking his head, he refocuses on his task at hand hoping that he can do anything to help the desperate people.
Pooling his magic into the spell he hopes that this will stick, as he slowly and meticulously covers those under him with a Not-Me-Not Charm.
The boats have already taken off with those remaining to fend for themselves, hovering over them he concentrates on the spell, marveling on how little the pull is on his magic with the amount he's using.
He holds his breath as a Titan nears a lone child standing in the chaos away from the crowd, making sure the charm is incasing the tiny girl he watches preparing himself to speed down should he have to, his weakness will always be children, as the four meter Titan stalk towards the little girl who stands still in terror.
The Titan continues on, ignoring the little girl heading towards the crowd that has sprinted away, his heart both plummets and feels a little relief, the spell works but sadly using it with mass crowds won't do much as the spell is more for subtle usage.
Though he can switch up the spell to ignore his magic, with that he wills the notice-me-not charm to instead mask the people from the titans, it masks his magical display he intends to do.
He almost smacks himself for not thinking to do that instead.
Now he's wasted precious time.
Dropping to the ground near the little girl, he ignored her startled gaze, as to her he suddenly appeared, mindful of the terror in her gaze he gently places the tip of his wand against her temple spelling her to sleep, and dimming the terror she feels when she relives the events while also making her forget about his magic.
He lifts her up before apparating behind the crowd running expertly unlike his former years, keeping in rhythm with the running people.
"Hey!" He shouts to the first person he sees who looks capable and willing to take his temporary charge he watches as the man turns his head spooked, before relaxing as little one could when running for their life.
"Take her please, I won't be able to keep running with her" he partially lies, not even knowing the language but praying that he's speaking it, he heard death can speak any language so maybe he'll be able to as well?
As the man takes the child Harry feels triumphant for the first time since coming to this place. He suddenly stops running after the man taking the girl, who never realized the boy wasn't following until it was too late for the man to be willing to attempt anything to help the poor lad, and continues on, thinking it's the boys last wish for his sister.
As the hulking figure stalks closer to Harry. He lets his mind go blank as his magic prepares itself for himself to use Fiendfyre, knowing he needs all the control he can get, with little distractions, hoping the notice me not charm won't break as he uses the spell.
Holding his wand loosely in his palms he opens his eyes, his irises glowing with an untapped power.
Twisting his wrist, with a fierce determination a multitude of flamelike creatures sprout from the wand, it's searing screeches and crackling hisses resonant throughout the area, echoing in his mind as the fiery beings engulf the giant creatures.
Their bellows make him wince as the titans are engulfed, but he knows that they're nothing but a mindless doll now.
He watches as the fire tears through the titans as they attempt to chase the running people, he has to hold out until he is sure that the people will have enough distance to reach the next wall.
He watches for hours as the titans start to dissipate, the sun falling behind the walls, he tentatively lets go of the connection to the spell watching as the great fire disperses with nothing but titans ashe and a couple of tree limbs being chard show that anything happened here.
He watches in intrigue as the titans continue to trickle in and start to stumble as the sun sets further. Right as the sun hits the horizon titans start to topple over before they seemingly freeze, no movement seems to come from any of them, though creepily their eyes are still open
'Do they only move during the day?' He can't help but be fascinated, it may be the creature lover in him but he can't wait to know more of this strange land he's happened in.
Wanting to make sure the crowd of people make it towards the walls he continues on recloaking himself he steps over to his broom before taking off towards the fleeing people hoping they made good enough distance for his exhaustion to be worth it.
He never notices the sharp terrified gaze of a certain child with a certain founder's namesake.
A/n: Once I get to where the show time skips do you want me to follow the skip and get to the start of the plot?
The only reason I personally want to do the skip is my laziness.