"WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED?" Dorea looked at the child, now sitting up, having woken from his trance-like state. He was only thirteen years old and already having to learn the true secrets of House Potter. It was a shame honestly, most didn't learn until their maturity, but Harry, he needed to know, needed to learn his true purpose in life. Dorea sighed as she knelt to his level, placed a hand on his shoulder and said calmly,

"My grandson, calm down."

"Don't tell me to be fucking calm! What just happened?"

"Do not curse at me young man, you are a Potter so act like it!" Harry was stuck in silence with this reaction, he wasn't expecting this older witch to reprimand him so.

"I see our relative has been failing his duties, thinking you can yell at your ancestors," she claimed with disgust oozing from every word, "It is time you learned the true history and purpose of the house of Potter. Follow me."

Dorea lent a hand to Harry, and he complied instantly. They walked out of the large chamber that housed multiple rows and floors of seats, all filled by Potter, and Potter adjacent. Down the hallway they walked it was a long corridor, colored red and gold with portraits of all the deeds of the Potters. They walked for what must've been an hour until they finally reached a door. Just a single door with a symbol on it, however Harry did not recognize the symbol, or maybe he did, his mind was still clouded from whatever had just happened. It didn't help that the door opened as soon as they reached the threshold, a silent beckoning, urging Harry forward.

"Go, learn your destiny my grandson, I will be waiting for you here." The older witch, Dorea, Harry reminded himself, told him with a smile. She was his…grandmother? Or so she claimed, Harry honestly didn't know what to think. And he knew that that feeling wouldn't improve with this meeting.

And so, with his supposed grandmother's encouragement, he walked forward, and the door closed gently behind him. He stepped farther into the room, it was well lit, many candles both floating and not floating. The floor was mostly covered by a deep red colored rug with the same symbol as on the door. The symbol was everywhere, on the globe next to the window (which also had it), on the other side of the door, on the desk, and no matter what angle you looked at the chandelier it looked like that symbol. Now harry was confused, he somewhat remembered it from a vision the book had given him…but he couldn't place it. What was it?

"I see you've noticed it?" Harry jumped off the ground at that voice, the voice was deep and powerful, resonating throughout the room. The voice chuckled at Harry's reaction and continued, "It's a symbol, as I have assumed you've reasoned out already, being a Potter and all." Harry could hear the smirk and pride in that sentence as Harry nodded in agreement.

"What is it? Who are you? Wait, it was your voice, when I first got here! Who are all of you?"

"Slow down child, you have much to learn in such a short amount of time. My name is Ignotus Peverell, I am your great…. too many times to count grandfather. I am one of your oldest ancestors in this place. I am the reason this place even exists. I once had a meeting with a very old entity, one so powerful many feared it. My brothers tried to conquer it; they failed. She claimed them, but not me. Tell me, what do you know of the Peverell brothers?"

"Absolutely nothing sir."

"Please, call me Ignotus, we're family Harry. I am one of three brothers; we encountered a being after crossing an uncrossable river. She offered us each a gift, and in return we would serve her when it was our time." Harry could hear the pain in the man's voice, even if he couldn't see the man.

"One of my brothers, he asked for a wand, the most powerful wand in the world. My other brother asked for a way to bring back the dead. Fools, they were fools, no one outsmarts her. I asked for a cloak, to hide, to protect myself as long as I could from her. As soon as I parted ways, my brothers tried to turn on her and… well, they were slaughtered." Harry paled at this information, but the man kept going.

"This symbol represents those items, The Elder Wand, The Resurrection Stone, and The Cloak of Invisibility. It is said in the realm of the living that to possess all three makes you a master of Death. But that is wrong no one masters Death; only channels her power. You, Harry, have been granted Death's power, in a way that has not been seen since I was given her power, or your grandfather Charles was."

"What do you mean given Death's Power? What does any of this mean? You still haven't answered where we are?" Harry asked all these impertinently and Ignotus just laughed at Harry.

"Boy, that fire inside you, I know you feel it even now, that is Death's power. You were granted it because the Potters are not the 'Masters of Death' as history claims. We are her servants, her mercenaries, her soldiers; we work, we fight evil, and then we come here to judge. You, Harry, were chosen, chosen to be something special, you will face a very, very evil thing very soon. Voldemort is returning my child; you have been chosen to slay him with your own hands. You were specifically hand-picked by the Lady herself, to be her next champion."

"I… am not sure that any of the means, but what is this place?" At this point Harry had moved to in front of the desk, now able to see the sharp features of the man. However, it was not him who spoke next but a warm voice from behind him,

"You will know in time my child; I will show you. This place is a place between life and death. For the Potters, it is home after death, for others it is where their fates are decided by their deeds and misdeeds. This… is the court of Death, my court."

Harry turned around sharply and saw a woman, she looked like his mother in. long red hair, bright green eyes, freckles plastered all over her face.

"M…mom?" Harry asked in a quaint voice.

"No, my child, I am the Lady of this court. I am Lady Death, welcome my new champion. The las thing Harry saw was her bright and full smile before he felt a tug under his navel, and he was suddenly on the floor of the library again, no one else around.

Harry walked out of the library, searching for Gabriel when he felt his fire pull him in a direction. Following this pull felt right, he trusted it implicitly and he wasn't sure why. However, after ten minutes it led him to the basement, where Gabriel was meditating. As soon as he saw Gabriel, Harry doubled over in pain, clutching his chest.

"Harry! Harry! Are you ok?" Harry was not ok; he could feel something burning on his chest, so he tore off his shirt to reveal that symbol. The symbol of the deathly hollows. Harry had been marked and when Gabriel saw it, he yelled,

"Shit! This can't be happening. It hasn't happened in centuries; no, you can't be…" Finally, Harry stopped writhing in pain.

"Can't be what?"

"You, Harry, are not just a champion…you are what is known as a Horseman."

"Well shit."