Harry was staring at the destroyed castle, his home. Hogwarts was his home and it was destroyed by someone he was destined to fight.

Lord Voldemort

Lord Voldemort had grown strong…no that's not the word for it, he has grown to extreme levels of might. After years of rituals and accumulation to his newest body he had far surpassed his previous levels of strength.

Even if Dumbledore was still alive and was at his own peak of strength he would stand no chance against the Dark Lord. Voldemort had turned mountains to rubble and had turned castles into dust. He had taken over the world, all the muggle world leaders were under his control.

Voldemort won

No, Voldemort didn't just win, he accomplished everything he ever wanted while Harry was sitting here staring at the castle he used to love, the castle he used to live in. The castle he and his friends laughed in, cried in and a castle he called Home.

But Harry had a plan, yes and this plan would save himself. His plan was to flee, to escape this terrible place.

With a smooth movement and a shaky hand Harry pulled his wand out its holster, and with a complicated set of wand movements dark green sparks suddenly erupted in front of him and formed a dark circle portal.

The elder wand dropped from Harry's hand into the compacted snow below him, his invisibility cloak and the resurrection stone were also left in the snow. He didn't want any reminders of this place.

He took one last glance at the castle he used to live in and had to hold back a sob before he stepped through the green portal.

The portal closed behind him with a resounding crack of magic.

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A local told the climber that he was half mad "This mountain is not to be climbed young man! No one who goes up comes back! You understand!" He shouted towards the climber.

"That…that sounds great, thanks" he replied and once the climber had got as far up as he could, he laid down on the untrampled snow with a small smile on his face.

And for the first time in his life Harry Potter truly felt peace.

It did not last long.

The last Wizard stared into the sun with a grin that felt unfamiliar on his face but suddenly he heard the crack of magic.

His grin collapsed like an unsteady empire under the realisation of what was coming. "no, please no" he whispered as he stared into the sky.

He saw a bolt of dark green magic shoot down towards him, he quickly rolled out of the way. The snow had settled and revealed the elder wand, invisibility cloak and the resurrection stone, all sat in a neat pile.

Harry got to his feet in a feat of pure anger "Even here" his voice was imbued so heavily with magic and anger that the snow around him seemed to flinch from his presence "Even here! You follow me!"

He took two heavy steps over to the pile and grabbed the wand of death "Why do you insist on spitting on my wishes!" He screamed into the sky as he tried to imbue his magic through the elder wand.

Harry Potter, the last Wizard strained to pour magic through the elder wand, the very wand his mentor used and the wand he was destined to wield, the wand he was meant to carry in the fight against Lord Voldemort and the wand he was meant to hold in a sign of Victory against death!

He strained to pour his potent magic through the wand and failed for the thousandth time. Just as he had failed when Hogsmeade was attacked by death eaters, and when his friends were killed around him in brutal attacks.

Since then Harry had only tried to be left alone, but even at that he failed. No matter where Harry went, the wand would follow a constant reminder of his inadequacies, his unworthiness.

Until the day came when he left his dimension, only to find that all of his hatred of depression had followed him, hatred of Voldemort and death eaters but even more so the hatred he held for himself.

He tried to pour magic through the wand once more but nothing changed, just like nothing would ever change because he's a hu- "That is not how you are meant to channel magic" a deep voice interrupted his thoughts.

Harry spun to see a man in a dark cloak "You channel with rage, not with focus. Such ways only damage your magic more than it would ever damage the wand…though perhaps that is your goal" his voice was raspy and cold but still held an ember of heat to it.

"Who are you?" Harry asked while he looked up at the man, on his knees.

"I am merely a servant of death, have you come seeking death" the man asked.

"I seek nothing" Harry responded, his voice was as weary as it could possibly get as he stared up at the tall man in the cloak.

The tall man dropped his hood and revealed his grey hair and bright green eyes "You lie about as well as you channel magic, I however do see why you have come here Master of Death" the tan man said with a rasp to his voice.

Harry dropped his head "I am the master of nothing"

"Well you have come to the right place then, because death does not care for your masteries nor skills" a giant dark green portal opened in front of them that he walked through with Harry in tow.