The Master of Death

Chapter 1: Battle of Hogwarts

"Death speaks"

Other things are written too

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"Parseltongue"

"Newspapers / Letters /

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'Mind'

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Snape's Memories. They've changed everything. One

hours left. An hour or Voldemort will kill everyone, he

cared.

　

　

Numbness and anger were fighting in Harry's mind. During

for years Dumbledore had been a mentor to him, having helped him

almost like a grandfather. Anger that builds up in a few months

the last is increasing. He knew all the time that Harry was accommodating

part of the soul of Voldemort ...

Seventeen years. He won't have any more. Laughter in the throat

Harry as he captures the irony of the situation. Dumbledore's subtle manipulation

it had even taken place after the death of the Headmaster.

By destroying Voldemort's horcruxes, he didn't just destroy the strings

which keeps the Dark Lord alive, no ... With every horcrux

the shattered one he walked further towards his own death. Voldemorts

at least have the decency to be open about his intentions ... Harry is not

would have let someone else die for him and Dumbledore already knew that. Sure

only, because the Headmaster had the courage to know him before him

sent him to his death. Fred is dead. Tonks and Remus ... Teddy

small, orphaned like him.

Harry was now laughing hysterically, tears were flowing in

her face. Dumbledore's betrayal paled in comparison to what he had

will happen. As he had calmed down, Harry looked at the Watch

the gold that Weasley gave her on her birthday. About three

twenty minutes left. Harry felt the fatigue of mastering. With

heavy limbs he stood up and left Dumbledore's office.

　

　

The castle was silent. Here and there he could see the remains

the wrong spell and the burning tapestry. He grabbed the translucent robe

he looked at her and almost avoided meeting with his friends. They

know what they should do. Surprisingly, Harry thought of the moment

he first saw the school as he walked past the portraits and stairs

blank. What a beautiful sight. Part of him wants

stopped by someone, something. But that invisibility cloak is too

good, too perfect.

Harry did not meet anyone until he reached the entrance hall. Neville

and Oliver Wood is holding someone. Colin Creevy's body, pale

and cold. Pictures flooded his mind. About Colin walking

through the Hogwarts hall, following Harry like a puppy he always carries

his camera. He will never take another photo. Neville stays

in the back, while Oliver continued his journey towards the Great Hall, the,

carry that cold body.

Neville looked exhausted. He looked like an old man when

he's leaning against the wall. A thought suddenly strikes the mind

Harrys. Looking left and right, he lowered his robe. Neville

...

“Harry! You don't think about sacrificing yourself

by himself? We're going to fight, you know! "

“Not ...,” Harry lied. “See Neville, Voldemort

get this giant snake, Nagini.”

"Yes, I've heard of him."

“He must die Neville. Hermione and Ron know, but ...,

"The thought of them dying tightens his throat" I

gotta go now. "

Neville couldn't even answer, before Harry pulled the robe

the magic again.

　

　

Outside, the air was very tense. Every step towards the forest

forbidden feels like a lifetime. He saw Ginny, but he didn't

hold talking to him. He was afraid he wouldn't be able to

go awayl. Finally, after climbing the remains of the spider, walk across

giant weapons, corpses and pieces of burned castles and grass,

he reached the edge of the forest.

Between the tall trees, the air was getting colder. Fog and darkness

it tells the story of the Dementors not far from there. Harry

turn around to look at the castle. From a distance he stood up handsomely and

tall. This was the last time he saw the building that had become

his home for seven years. But this is the end. Game

it's over, the complainant has been caught.

Complainant ...

'I open it in the close.'

　

　

He fumbles

with a rope around his neck. Opening the bag, Harry pulled out the ball

golden. "I'll die ..," he whispered, lips touching the metal

chilly. And like this, it revealed the space within. “ Lumos. ”

Harry's breath was caught for a moment, for he saw what was complaining

unfolded. That's the stone. Third hallow.

It glittered darkly, even as Harry let in the light

his wand died to take Hallow out of his container. He flinched when

the stone touched his hand, his eyes fixated on the small thing that had been

this caused so much bloodshed.

　

　

Suddenly, he felt separated from the people in the

castles. It was as if he was walking through the fog and at the same time

no. gabe.

Now, once he was about to face his own death, it seemed like nothing

more importantly, yet he saw the world in such a spirit

so that his body was filled with it. Every detail is so

contrast. He felt like part of the forest. Live and breathe

like every plant and every insect. Everything looks so

evidently. He felt nothing when he turned around

walk towards the man, whom he had hated for the most part

her life. Harry was not afraid. No more.

He's gonna die. That's something he should be

do so. There was something deep within him, a piece of his soul that knew

that he must face death.

　

　

So, when he saw Dolohow and Yaxley, he followed

them. As they walked through the dark forest, Harry could hear them

speaking in a soft voice. They don't believe he's gonna show up. Harry wanted to

laugh at the irony.

They follow a nearly invisible trail that snaking in between

the trees and suddenly they stopped and the leaves became brighter.

The openings among the treetops reveal a dark, studded night sky

star. Suddenly Harry recognized the place. That's where he and Ron are

confronting Aragog. No spiders - their nests are abandoned - but

the place is clearly the same.

　

　

A giant spider's nest hangs in the trees, dangling

like a veil over the head of a Death Eater. They move like ghosts

blown by the wind - some reflected the golden light emanating from the flames

light up in the middle of the field.

The flames lit up the faces of the Voldemort followers, painting a terrifying shadow on the

skin them.

Surprisingly, Harry took one step forward.

Some of them still wore masks while others did not care anymore

hiding their faces. Two giants were sitting not far from there,

cast a huge shadow into the scenery. Fenrir Greyback was agitated

biting his nails, wanting to fight again. His arms are covered in blood.

The tall and blond Rowle had chipped lips and purple bruises were growing

it looked on his gloomy face every second, while Lucius Malfoy

surrounded by an aura of fear, it was very different from his usual haughty manner

he brought it himself. By comparison, Narzissa looked calm. She's on

beside him, silent but careful, his eyes were watching closely.

　

　

And there, almost in another world stood Voldemort. Pale and

tall, his hands folded over his staff as if he was praying inside

hearts. Each face was expectantly directed at him. He pulled out

dark forces and Harry finds himself fascinated by the man, more than

which he fears. Snake, Nagini is still floating inside her magic cage,

it changed the air around him while his heavy body wriggled slowly.

When Dolohow and Yaxley joined the crowd, Voldemort opened his eyes

and he raised his head to look at them, even though there was no sound

who told them of their arrival. "There's no trace of him, my lord",

dolohow exclaimed, his voice fragile and rough. Voldemort's expression did not change. Eye

the red almost shone in the darkness. Slowly he pulled the magic wand

from his long fingers, every pair of eyes was fixated on movement.

It also caught Harry's attention and his gaze must have been fixed on the Wand

Death in his thin hands.

Harry's palm tightened around the rock

her hands. It was so cold.

"Sir," Bellatrix began, but Voldemort

cut it with the movement of his hand. He started talking. That's almost

like whispers.

"I thought he'd come ..." Voldemort looked at

in fire. I was expecting him to come.

No one said a word. Harry wanted to

laughing at how they were all so scared, whereas he had been

lost all his fear once he accepted his imminent death

happen. Harry pulled the invisibility cloak from his shoulder and

crammed it down his shirt. His wand followed shortly

later then. He doesn't need it. "Looks like me ...

wrong," added Voldemort.

“You don't,” Harry interrupted loudly and he walked towards the man

it looks like a snake. Nothing matters, except them. Hagrid which

tied to a tree somewhere to his right started screaming. Him

didn't realize it before.

“NO... HARRY!” But Harry did not answer. Him

ignoring the laughter and screams coming from the Death Eaters and stopped

not far from Voldemort. The Dark Lord tilted his head. Flavored

curiosity flashed in his eyes, but Harry knew it would not

saved him.

“Harry Potter,” said the Prince of Darkness, and his lips curved

it became a cold smile as he said the last words that would be

never heard of Harry, “Living boys ..” Almost soft, Voldemort

lips moving. Then there's no.

Bryyyy .....

Herrryyy ......

　

　

Harry opened his eyes. A bright light attacked him from

all sides, until he blinked and his surroundings became blurred. Him

he found himself in a white room. It was very long and tall, though,

the pillars soared towards the ceiling, which seemed entirely made up

from glass. The longer he looked, the more things he found. Surprisingly,

it reminded me of Kings Cross. Suddenly he saw something

the pink one under the bench. It moved.

Just as Harry wanted to walk towards her, he heard a strange voice that

cause him to go around in circles.

"Harrryy ..."

Like a gust of wind, but the wind does not speak. That

it's sound. It sounded raucous and its name was stretched with

freaky. "Who's there?" Harry looked to find the source

the voice, but he could not see anyone.

Suddenly he felt as if a hand was touching

his back, exploring until stroking his shoulders, piercing through his hair, his face, his,

just get to her ribs again, wrap her up from behind.

"Harrry"

Someone whispered directly into his ear now. Harry

almost felt her hair tickle her cheeks. It feels like a hug.

"I've been waiting a long time

..."

　

　

"You who? Show yourself!" Harry demanded and he

gulped. Almost as if this creature was reluctant to let go, he

I felt that presence pulling back. The air in front of him grew

thick and foggy. Dark clouds grow, taking shape and like pieces

Tom Riddle from the fog diary began to resemble a human. Subsequently

fully formed, the creature winked its teeth too sharply with

predator grin. Harry gawked. Because in front of Harry stood up, yeah ...

Harrys.

But not completely.

The figure had a slim face and a slim body that was

same. Her hair was as wild as Harry's, but it looked even

darker. It was pitch-black, like a dark hole and its strands floated

as if it were under water. The skin of the figure was like a candle, too

perfect to be possessed by a genuine human and lightning-shaped scar in

his forehead is gone too. But the biggest difference was his eyes. They

white, like the eyes of a Thestral. There is no pupil or iris

disrupt glossy surface.

"Masssterrr-ku ...," said

it exclaimed.

"Your master?" Harry stared at his doppelgaenger with a look

bewildered.

“Tuanku,” creature

it was confirmed, looking at him hungry, “You collected Relic.”

“The Hallows ..." Harry's eyes were terrified.

"You are Death?!”

"That's what's possible

some people call me," he said

smirked.

"Did I die?" Harry asked in a tone

calm down, even though he was afraid of the answer.

That creature

tilting his head. “Ya and no. You have been

leave the world of the living, but you have not reached the world of the living

die. You are in a place without a name .. but I think the most people.

aptly describe it as 'in-between', ” the figure said

after a while.

"What about horcruxes?" Harry asked, remembering

his goal, the reason he was here from the beginning.

The other harry

tilting his head in the other direction with a bird-like motion. Him

look at Harry carefully. "It's not with you anymore.

This ... wait.”

“Waiting?”

“For other pieces

join."  The predator's grin on Death's face

replaced by a frown.***" He suffered. A trong***

out of what should be intact. It cannot walk without the

others. "   Harry squirmed under a sharp gaze,

not quite understanding what emotions befell him on these words, however

that heavy statement touched something inside him.

“But Voldemort is alive?” Ask to break the silence

the heavy.

"Yes." Yeah."

“I have to go back, don't I?” Harry asked and he

look at the empty train tracks.

"You can

continue," said Death, following

his view. It doesn't sound too happy.

“What if I continue. Where am I going?

” Harry asked.

"Active," he said.

“But I can go back.”

"Yes." Yeah." Creatures

it grinned again and leaned towards Harry.

"I can beat Voldemort" said Harry and determinedly

finding a way into his voice.

"You can."

But the affirmation of his words only dispelled trust

her and the task she was carrying seemed much bigger. Claimed that

he could go back and defeat Voldemort. But how

her way? And anyway, Nagini is still alive. Then an

the mind enters his mind. “You said I'm your Master,” asked Harry.

"You are.”

The creature made a strange vibrating sound. It resonates inside

the room, filling the air from all sides was like a deep rumble and Harry

suddenly I realized it was snoring. The creature in front of him was snoring. Voices

which does not at all fit the human form it wears. But

then the meaning of his words came to light. He is the master of Death!

“Can you bring back Fred, Tonks and Remus?” Harry

asking, a glimmer of hope lit up in his heart and he almost tripped

his words. “Sirius?” Picture of his godfather falling through

the veil burned behind her eyelids.

"No."

“Oh,” says Harry. His chest clenched painfully. Him

remain silent, while Death seemed content to be in his company only,

judging from the continuing rumble that was going on. “But what

what does all this mean?” Harry suddenly exploded.

"You are my Lord, that"

snoring and Harry felt a frustration build up in his chest

“But what does it mean ?! Why death even requires

a Teacher? " he loudly voiced his thoughts.

“Death does not require

a master. I made Hallows because I wanted to. Not much

who can collect everything. Even if someone unites them

I could have chosen not to follow them. But you

... ” She's closing in, her nose is almost touching Harry's nose. "You're mine. Mine to obey, mine to

patronized. "

Harry's confused. Despite the strange fixation that seems to

having that creature on him, it really sounded like a being that

wants to obey. But what was the point of becoming a Death Lord if he was even

can't get back the person he loves ?! “What are you

get from this?” Harry asked, suddenly suspicious.

"I'm alone. I'm bored. But now I am not .... "

“If I come back, can you help me beat

Voldemort?”

"Yes, "

The creature looked excited. “Sheven, I have to

warned you. If you accept to be my Master, I will

you and you will be me. "

“I won't kill people, right? I won't be

Of death? ” Harry asked suddenly scared at those cryptic words. Him

remember how Quirrel died. What if he's gonna kill Ron

or just Hermione?

“Part of myself will

join You, just as some of you will join

i'm. If you accept to be my Master, you command

the death. You collect Hallows. There will be change. That

***it started when you took the stone. " ***

Harry remembered the feeling of being detached and suddenly he wasn't

convinced that facing his death is the only reason for

that's. "Can I stop it? The change?"

“You can choose to

resume.”   The creature grinned, Harry

feeling the anger overflow in his stomach.

Voldemort is still out there. His friends,

his teacher. Everyone is still fighting. Harry gritted his teeth. Him

don't like that thing forcing its hand like this. Undisappointingly

his friends, let them die at Voldemort's hands or approve

something he doesn't know the outcome of. "If I accept to

be your master, am I still me?" ask him by hand

clenched. The creature looked amused, but he nodded.

“You will have your memories,

your feelings, but there will be a part in you that knows

Deaths. That's Death. And death knows not well and

ill-favoured. ” Death grinned like a distorted reflection of him.

Harry exhaled tremblingly. This is at least

something's. But what if he comes back like Voldemort? No

can love, not remember what it was like to be friends or how

feel like falling in love? The creature in front of him seemed to hesitate. Something

it flashed across his face. Suddenly he spoke again.

“Come back if you

want. I've been waiting a long time. If you need time to

thinking about it, I'll give you some time. "

“Can I beat Voldemort without you?” Harry asked

hesitant but grateful.

"You always

strong Harry ..." The first real smile appeared on his face

Deaths.

“Can you take me back, then?” Harry

inquiring.

***"Yes\," **said\,

his white eyes looked into Harry's eyes.

Harry swore that he felt his hands touch the swab

his cheeks, but his surroundings had faded.