The Master of Death

Chapter 10: Conversations with Sirius (Part 1)

Harry was pulled out of his mind, Mrs Weasley said

through their doors. He was reminded of his original plan and then

he waited for five minutes in silence, only to make sure that he

won't be disturbed. Harry looked at the door and then at the

Deaths. It must have been a while. The creature seemed to read

his mind and reached out to touch his arm. Handlike

Death landed on Harry's skin, he was taken away inside

a shadow. It felt like he was moving in the water for a moment and

then she found herself on a chair in the kitchen of Grimmauld Place No. 12.

Harry blinked, puzzled, realizing that he was sitting on the

the chair opposite his godfather, a bottle of whiskey stood between them.

Death stood looming behind him, his hands loosened

from Harry's shoulder. Harry missed the contact.

Meanwhile Sirius stared at the glass in his hand. She didn't

look healthy. The flickering light from the fireplace made his eyes appear

deep in its sockets, unkempt strands of hair framed its face

dominated by a grim expression. Harry could see the similarities between him and

Bellatrix. He had the same black hair and like Sirius, he

have high cheekbones that seem to be inherited by every

Black's. Even Malfoy, that bastard.

From the corner of his eye, Harry saw a slippery black snake

slithering on the chair next to him. But right at that moment, Sirius

jolted heavily and hit the table with his knees. In the last minute Harry

can reach for the bottle that is shaking dangerously in its place.

"Ball Merlin, Harry!" Sirius pushed the hair out

from face. He looked quite calm, but most of the whiskey from

the glass is now forming a puddle on the table, "How are you

get down here?"

Harry grinned. "You know, it's not good to drink

alone," he said and pulled the bottle towards him.

"Are you going to scold me right now?" Ask dad

his baptism and the smell of alcohol smelled towards Harry.

"No, this is more of a proposal" Harry replied.

He licked his lips and put up a shelf not far from him. Death has

she tells him that she can call anything and everything if she just

know where an object is. A glass a few meters away from him should be

it's a pretty good starting point and the ministry will barely track it

in a place under the charm of fidelius, isn't it? Focus on one of the whiskey cups

being cut on the shelf, Harry tried his best to visualize it in

her hands. When it actually appeared suddenly inside his palm, it,

Harry was so surprised he almost dropped it. But he grinned full

victory when putting a glass on the table. It doesn't even have a chip.

Sirius raised an eyebrow.

"You know, it's also not good to drink if you're still in

underage and I didn't even ask how you did it

with that glass. But please be my guest" Sirius said and made

wide gesture with his hand, "You're lucky because I'm not too

care about the current rules. It's bourbon. It's rotting in this house

for years. It's pretty good, but I doubt you want more

after the first drink. “Sirius takes a bottle from Harry's hand and pours

a little golden liquid into Harry's glass before he refilled the bottle.

He watched with a half smile as Harry

pointing the glass to his lips, perhaps waiting for a reaction that did not

come by. As soon as the familiar alcohol burn slid down his throat

then Harry spoke to his godfather. "I promise

you will tell you everything you want to know, but there are some

requisites. There are things you can't tell others and me

maybe I'll ask for help."

Sirius' expression became more serious. Twist the glass

alone in his hand, he looked at Harry contemplatively. "You

you know some things, don't you? More than everyone thinks of you,"

sirius said and he looked at Harry. No trace of being drunk for a few seconds

the past. Harry nodded, before he looked at the glass in his hand,

golden liquid poured out as he thought about how to do this.

"I think it's better if what I'm saying is now

it didn't reach Dumbledore's ear" Harry spoke and looked

revert. Sirius raised his eyebrows and leaned forward.

“You didn't do something that wasn't legal enough, right?”

Sirius asked and though his approach was serious, a grin was on its back

her lips.

“What do you think of Voldemort?” Harry asked

instead answer. Sirius sat leaning back in his chair, looking puzzled but

also somewhat suspicious.

“Why are you asking me this, Harry?“ Sirius asked, though,

a strange expression on his face and felt the glass in his hand. ”The answer is clear,

wasn't he? I mean, he's responsible for so much

the death. He killed your parents ... “Sirius voice disappears.

"And you never killed anyone,

right?" Harry said casually as he watched Sirius

scrupulously. He felt Death creeping over his thighs temporarily

sirius' knuckles turned white as he gripped his glass tighter.

"I've been" he said, but quickly

continue, "But you have to understand, Harry. This is the time that

be different. It was war. People fear. Both sides use

a curse capable of doing more than just capturing an enemy. . But things

what Voldemort did, or his followers ... They are feared almost the same

like her. Boy Longbottom, he's in your year at Hogwarts? "

Harry nodded. "I know the story. Her parents

tortured to madness."

"Then you know what they're capable of. What

which they are still capable of" replied Sirius.

“I will not justify their deeds,” said Harry, “But

you have to admit, that the bright side is not much better.“ Sirius opens

his mouth and closed it again.

"Dumbledore never befriended the use of curses

dark," he finally decided.

"That's not

means that the Order member does not use it," said

Harrys. "And I'm not even talking about the Aurors. This

it's not about light or dark magic. Anyway, I don't care.

Simple diffindo player with strong power

it can quite penetrate the skin like any dark curse. War is war

and neither side is a saint in this. "

Sirius looked at Harry as if he saw him in the light

which is completely different. Harry noticed how his godfather's hand was

grabbing stick.

"Merlin Sirius, I'm not possessed or anything like that,"

harry said with a short laugh.

"Well, you have to admit, someone who is possessed will

saying the same thing," Sirius replied with a dry smile, which

somehow made it look like a shark in the waters

dangerous. The expression on his godfather's face stopped Harry.

After a while he started talking to what he was

hope was an earnest expression on his face. "Sirius, please,

I'm not the same boy I was a few months ago and I'm not

just because Cedric died in front of me."

"I kind of thought that," Sirius replied with

the same dangerous smile, but he was still gripping his wand

tight-knit. Harry thought of the best way to explain the situation -

at least in part - and what he was going to say to Sirius. Harry

hope this doesn't end badly. Too much and Sirius will probably

tried to pull him in front of Dumbledore, even if his godfather disliked him

The Headmaster now.

Harry opened his mouth but didn't really know how

started it. "I have had some artifacts," he said

eventually.

"What artifact?" Sirius asked suspiciously

with a worried tone in his voice, "You don't feel different because of what

what happened to that wall, didn't it?“

Again Harry

surprised by Sirius' perception. "Yes, no. Not because of that,"

the answer. He hoped what he tried to do next would

...'  The words of death echoed in his mind. Harry

closed his eyes and when he opened them, things lay in the

ahead of him. Sirius.

"This is James' invisibility cloak" said his godfather

and he let his fingers wipe him.

"Yeah" said Harry, "That's one of them

three," he explained, not sure if this was a good idea.

"Three ..." Sirius looked up and his hand fell off

cloak. Only now did he seem to notice the two hallowed

othersmore. “It's a stick .. but this isn't your stick, even though I

find out from somewhere.” Harry nodded and pointed to the stone.

"And that's the last one."

"Good?" Sirius said and took it for

check it out further, "With the Grindelwald symbol?" Sirius

staring at Harry, the forgotten whiskey on the table.

"It has more than one meaning" Harry snorted,

somehow a little offended. "First of all, it is

peverell coat of arms. I have a distant relationship with them through the lines

Potter. The robe originally belonged to Ignotus Peverell."

"Ignotus Peverell? But it's not possible. She lived

centuries ago; the robe was supposed to stop working after

for years," Sirius rationalized but then his eyes widened,

"This wand, I remember now. You didn't steal him from Dumbledore,

don't you? Is that why I shouldn't tell him about this? “Sirius staring

Harry, "How impressed I am if you manage to steal it, are you

realize what you've done if it's Dumbledore's ?! "men

it said with a serious expression, Harry grinned.

"This isn't Dumbledore's real wand. He won it when

beat Grindelwald." Harry has to admit that more

it was fun watching Sirius compose things rather than telling him

directly what he wanted him to know.

"Why are you telling me all this

me?" Sirius asked.

"The stone used to belong to Cadmus Peverell and a magic wand

it belonged to Antioch Peverell, the oldest of the three brothers. That's the most

famous among the sacred." Harry grinned, as he watched

how consciousness hit Sirius.

"No ..." Sirius gaped, in disbelief

looking from Harry to the three Hallows and back, "That's just a story

children ...“

"No," said Harry with a hint of satisfaction, "That

right." He took out a stone from Sirius' hand and it instantly melted

back to his skin. The same thing happened when he touched the stick

magic and his cloak and this time Harry used the opportunity to

observing the way things drip into his body.

"But ... how? Not that I don't want to

trust you, but ..."

"-but what?"  a hoarse voice interrupted and Harry

seeing from the corner of his eyes how a very human Death appeared in

behind him. This time it was invisible, judging by the reaction of the father

his baptism. Sirius leaped up and threw his chair in the process

that's. He froze where he stood. His hands are trembling

point his staff at Death. Terror was secretly written all over

her face.

Harry turned to face the creature. Deaths

grinning a sharp smile, his eyes this time fixated on Sirius. Harry

back to his godfather.

　

　

The man was now staggering backwards, a magic wand

off his hand. With a clattering sound it hit the ground. Facial

Sirius is out of blood. His eyes had widened to the point where they were

shows more white than anything.

the black hole as he fixates on something that - to him - looks like horror

pure. He opened his mouth with a slow cry.

Harry observed puzzledly but was curious how Sirius was kneeling,

his eyes were still focused on Death.

　

　

Confused Harry turned around to look at the creation. The being

looked like he always did. Okay, maybe he had made himself a tad taller and he

smiled his predatory smile.

rocking back and forth, silent mouthing words that made no sense.

Harry watched him, feeling both disturbed and fascinated. The heavy silence was

only interrupted by Sirius’ quiet whispers. After more than a minute of Harry

observing his godfather he remembered that it was probably not a good idea to

leave Sirius in this state. His current fondness of the man overpowered his

curiosity and - even if he wasn't’t ready to admit it to himself yet - a certain

thrill at the fear permeating the air.

"Death" said Harry sharply and the creature turned away

to see. Sirius' head jolted and his eyes wandered in search

in air. Harry realized that his godfather could no longer

look at that creature. "What happened to her?"

Death is still grinning, and the feeling of predator satisfaction is

in pulsating through that bond. Even Harry grinned. Him

can't deny that he doesn't understand it - that he doesn't

take responsibility for the feelings they share.

"I showed him

who I really am, or what you call fleeting. Ordinary people cannot

understand Death, in this pure form. Not when they're alive. Him

won't even remember what he saw. He can't either. That

it will disappear like a nightmare. He'll remember that he was scared, but he wasn't

why would. "

Maybe Death didn't lie when he said, that he

lonely as Harry asks the reason behind the creation of the Sovereign

Deaths. “But I've seen you too. I mean, I see

You're all the time and don't fall to the ground screaming for help. And

when you appear as a snake, others can also see you, "Harry

voicing thoughts.

"I can also choose

to appear in my human form and be seen by others."

"So, you've been hiding your true self for a long time

time so I don't end up like Sirius over there?" Harry

he asked and pointed to his godfather.

"No, I don't. Ye

the exception. You are always an exception. Even when your soul

ready to continue, you are not avoiding. Most souls are afraid of me

even after they die, but not you. That's .. interesting. "

"But I don't really die anymore and you still

it looks almost the same…"

"No, you don't. But

you don't remember what I look like. What do I look like

actually, when you met me for the first time and you didn't

trying to see past my surface shape ... You are my Master . You

you can see further if you want to too. "  Uncertainty flows through

ties and reverberations of... joy?

Sirius blinked and stood with trembling legs. "What

What the hell just happened?" Harry looked at his godfather, who

take his wand and grip it tightly.

"It's okay. He's gone" Harry lied and

he stopped grinning even though he was still amused.

"He?!" Sirius said, "That's it? This stuff

I don't-" Sirius gripped the back of his chair.

"Yeah well, I don't think he's him" said Harry.

Death is approaching.

“What-What I just saw?” Sirius asked, still

pale and slightly trembling.

“You caught a glimpse of Death,” said Harry.

"Death.." said his godfather. Harry pushed

bottle it to Sirius.

"You can drink now, I guess."