AN: This is my first story, give me constructive criticism please.

"Spell casting"/"ETHEREAL SPEAKING"

Sounds that are an onomatopoeia such as Pop or Bang

'Thinking'

Reading/Writing in a book or on a rune of sorts.

####Deaths Adventure for the Last of the Peverell####

Somewhere in the middle of the North Sea, lies a prison. Not a normal prison by any circumstance, a wizard prison. Laying down in a lone cell, a young man, no older than 19 was laying on the cold hard stone floor, his right eye twitching occasionally.

"If Sirius can last twelve years in this hellhole i can certainly last at least thirteen." He suddenly spoke up in a hushed tone to himself. His godfather, Sirius Orion Black, had been wrongfully incarcerated into the very cell the man himself was laying in.

"Lord Black was an Animagus Harry. The dementors have a far lesser affect on animals than they do humans." A calm, feminine voice called out through a hole in the wall. Realising this, the chosen one had to solemnly concede that she had a point, but of course refused to admit that.

"So...?" He asked rather dumbly.

"So, what?" She called out too speaking in a similar way Harry had done.

They both was left dead silent for half a minute only for them both to erupt in chuckles. Even in the depth of the darkest and saddest place in the whole of the wizarding world, they still laughed for what felt like hours, but was in all actuality simply just a few minutes. Just as he was about to speak up again to the unknown woman, a dreadful feeling washed over them. The calm feminine voice immediately went meek and rushed to hold Harrys arm through a hole Sirius had made. Harry, ever the hero, adopted a dead serious expression, as he heard a female voice call out "Not Harry! Not Harry! Please not Harry!" He instantly remembered his mothers voice as he grimaced while holding onto the woman on the other side of the stone brick wall, as a dementor, a guard of Azkaban was roaming past them.

A few moments later, the feeling had passed. The woman was crying her eyes out, latching on to Harry's arm, as though her life depended on it. "Why..." She mumbled just loud enough that only harry could hear her. "Why did they do this to us..."

Harry could only think on her words, not being able to understand the reasoning why himself. Those that he had once considered friends had abandoned him... Why...? Because he wanted to remain neutral. Himself and the young maiden next to him chose to be neutral in a war, and thus both ended up in the highest security cell. Civil war has never been Harrys thing, even in his muggle history lessons and even Professor Binns's lessons in history of magic, he had never liked them and always thought them irrelevant and meaningless.

Why did it end up this way...? Was a question that constantly plagued both of their minds. They both knew the answer yet they keep asking the same question.

"I don't know Daphne... I just don't know..." The now named girl had sniffed and fell asleep on Harrys arm. 'Why did Dumbledore cause this much pain for us...' he thought to himself as he too slowly succumbed to exhaustion. 'How can i just make it all go back...' The scarred boy had pondered as he fell to unconsciousness.

####Deaths Adventure for the Last of the Peverell####

Undenounced to the two, someone was watching. An ethereal god known solely as 'Death' had watched over the boy since his birth, and grew slightly attached to the young Potter Scion. At least that's what his wife Puella Magicae had believed. Who are they to judge considering they are the ones who call her 'Mother Magic'.

"Mortem..." A deadly voice called out seemingly from every direction. "Are you thinking ill of my children again..."

"No dear." The death god spoke, fear evident in its voice.

"Good, now then im going to go to my toucans." A completely innocent voice had replaced the original.

Mortem, the death god, looked down once again on the only human to ever get the honor to have the title "Master of Death".

'Perhaps I can do some good for once...' He thought to himself with narrowed eyes.

####Deaths Adventure for the Last of the Peverell####

Waking up the next morning, Harry opened his eyes only for them to be as widened as dinner saucers. "Death... I presume you have come to take me...?"

A sound similar to a chuckle originating from the hooded entity as it raised a finger towards him. "NOT AS OF YET PEVERELL, YOUR TIME HAS NOT COME TO PASS. I WISH TO GIVE AN IMPRINT OF MERCY ON YOU AND YOUR COMPANION."

'Daphne...?' He thought as he looked towards the girl, who had been staring open jawed and petrified as anything else. Harry merely sweat dropped at the uncanny look on the so called 'Ice Queen' of Hogwarts.

Death, who seemed to be amused at her reaction, simply closed her jaw and spoke. "NO... YOU HAVE BEEN TREATED AS A SLAVE, A CREATURE, THROUGHOUT YOUR WHOLE LIFE. I WISH TO GIVE YOU THAT EXPERIENCE OF A LIFE BEFORE I TAKE YOUR SOUL..." It spoke seemingly everywhere at once "WHEN YOU PASS AWAY, YOURSELF AND YOUR COMPANION WILL BE CONNECTED THROUGH WHAT IS CALLED A SOUL-BOND. I WILL ENSURE YOU BOTH GET TRANSPORTED TO AN OLD TIMELINE. WHERE YOU CAN LIVE A LIFE YOU WISH..."

As soon as the death god spoke the final word. It vanished, not a trace of the primordial being remaining.

"Death... wants us to live...?" Daphne spoke, questioning her reality and life. "Apparently so" Harry replied.

####Deaths Adventure for the Last of the Peverell####