The Master of Death

Chapter 13: Keeping the Promise

Once they were brought back to Grimmauld Place No. 12, they

find themselves in one of the old bedrooms upstairs. Sirius

peaking into the hallway, but no one was there even though they could

hearing voices from below. "I'll take care of Buckbeak, I

haven't had time to feed him yet" Sirius said

parting on the stairs he added, "Be careful, Harry."

Surprisingly enough, when Harry entered the living room he did not

confronted Mrs Weasley about why she went missing, but Ron and Hermione

he looked at her and pulled her to the side as soon as she had

occasion. Apparently they've covered it up, told everyone

that they are preparing a strategy for the trial. Yang

it's really no lie considering their visit at Gringotts.

“Where are you?” Hermione whispered, while they were pretending

dust cleaning on the shelf.

"Why are you asking? You know I'm with Sirius,"

harry answered, a little amused.

"We've been looking for you everywhere. We even knocked on the door

Sirius," Ron cut in, stopping while rubbing the very spot

disgustingly.

Harry paused for a moment, pondering what he should say

on them. “Sirius and I, we visited Gringotts today,” him

finally said.

“Gringotts?” Hermione mimicked surprise, “But Harry, how

you can do this ?! Sirius is a villain on the run! Did you know

how dangerous is this ?! What if someone sees you ?!”

“I hate to say this buddy, but Hermione's right. This

completely insane, "Ron replied hesitantly.

“It was necessary for my strategy,” replied Harry, amused to see

how the vagueness of his statements increased Hermione's curiosity and

Ron is more.

“What are you planning, Harry?” Hermione asked him.

I claim the title of Godhead.

"A title?! Whatdoes thatmean? That you are now

is he a king, or what? "Hermione asked,“ How could that be

valid- “

“I don't think this is done anymore" said Ron, interrupting

Hermione.

"Oh, right," answered Harry. "It looks already

outmoded. And it's not cheap either ..." Harry muttered

the last sentence, reluctantly reminded Gornok.

“So, you bought yourself a degree. That doesn't make sense, though,

wasn't he? ”Hermione asked.

"That's a condition you have to meet in order to get

the chair at Wizengamot" said Harry.

Not surprisingly, Hermione understood its meaning first

erst. "You allow yourself to give a voice to

your trial!" before Ron - looking back -

telling silence. "But Harry" he continued, whispering,

"One vote won't make much of a difference in results

whole."

"It's more of a backup plan, after all" Harry

fending off, very aware that he claims a seat in Wizengamot is possible

it is also the beginning of a chain reaction.

"And how does it work?" Hermione

added after a while. "From everything I read about

Wizengamot, the members were unanimously chosen to occupy the position

they and everyone are old enough."

"This is the loophole I'm trying to exploit. Some

old laws that nobody wants to change after people don't

it again matters whether they hold the title or not. At one point, even the Ministry

start a campaign to support families who top their titles. From

my research, it's not so convincing why they do it, but

I knew that it was done under the guise of closing the gap between 'the families that

not so established' and 'a long-established family of witches'. "

"Speak muggleborn and purebloods," Hermione

concluded with a tense expression.

"There must be overlap, '" Harry

agree. "But it is therefore seen as somewhat archaic and anti-government,

most families see no need to hold a degree that does not

handy."

"Why useless?" Ron asked curiously and Harry indulged

him by telling him what he knew.

"Just like in the muggle world, the rights that accompany

they were revoked, for example the power to carry out the death penalty, the environment, and,

and other. And the families that hold that title are already well established in

Wizengamot. I think at that point in time it was more profitable to follow

time flow' so to say. I can see how it is seen

as a smart move, speak politically. I suspect that no

many Lords are out there and by releasing that title, they will definitely

gain support from the wider masses and gain support from

people who would otherwise see them as people who have rights

preferential. Even though I can only guess. It's all down over a hundred

years ago, but in any case, some of the old laws still apply.

"

“Harry this-," Hermione started.

“-Very brilliant," said Ron and he looked at Harry with

wonder. Harry grinned.

“Harry," said Hermione, "This all sounds very

speculatively. Are you sure this is going your way? Some

the law is really complicated."

“From what I read,” said Harry, “They can't

change it unless every Sovereign in Wizengamot casts a vote

endorsing it. And as far as I know this issue was never addressed.”

“But Harry, one vote won't make you free

of all charges,” repeat Hermione.

“No, but this is the beginning,” replied Harry. He stopped and

with a serious look he added, “Nobody knows about that and I

hope it stays that way.”

Hermione and Ron shared a look. “We will not

tell anyone," said Hermione eventually, though she and Ron

looking at him with a worried expression.

"Come friends. Are you really thinking, though,

that Dumbledore doesn't have a plan either? "Harry said to defuse

their worries. In his heart he grimaced. He didn't plan at all

Dumbledore spoke at his trial. At least as far as that can be.

“Ya, you were right,” said Ron, “But why did you go with

Sirius? Why not with someone else?”

“He can have fun, go out,” said Harry while

shrugging.

“And he's the only one who'll take you to Diagon Ally without

asking, right?” Reply Hermione with scolding.

Harry grinned at her, suddenly remembering that he was

you should not know how to use yourself.

"Harry," said Hermione hesitantly, "Sirius may be

not seeing it like this, but by asking to take you there, you

putting him in danger, not to mention what could happen if Death Eaters

walk through Diagon Alley. “

"Sirius is an adult. I told him about the risks

and he decided to help me" said Harry already knowing that

this conversation will not lead to anything.

"Hermione, Sirius isn't stupid," Ron interfered,

"And do you think the others will help him?“

"Fred and George will probably be the first to jump

to Harry's help with this risky idea" Hermione replied.

"Fred and George don't" Ron starts, then he

stop and turn to Harry - "Yeah, why don't you ask

Fred and George?“

“That didn't cross my mind, I guess.” Harry lifted up

his shoulders and eyes flickered towards Death, which killed several doctors

the remaining ones were hiding on the wall just by grabbing and letting out his fingers

touching their nest.

"That-That didn't cross your mind?" Ron

asking, it seems he doesn't believe Harry has forgotten Fred and George

in plan. He shook his head.

After which, their conversation slowly subsided and for several hours

next, they were preoccupied by Mrs Weasley who always found a place

new ones that need attention.

When it was time for dinner, they finally headed to the

bottom. As soon as they entered the kitchen, they were greeted by the sound of barking

Sirius is familiar. It didn't take Harry long to find out

the reason for his good mood. Next to Sirius sat Lupin, who

looks tired but otherwise fine. The man grinned

to Sirius.

“Hey Remus,” said Harry, as he let himself fall in

the seat opposite them, Death in the form of his serpent crept down from the

his arm to the table.

“Halo Harry,” said Lupin and turned to greet him.

“Bored with your beard?” Harry asked, just now

realizing that the werewolf had apparently decided to eliminate his mustache,

which he has sprouted since Harry knew him as a teacher. This

it also caught the attention of Ron and Ginny who looked at the former professor with

curiosity.

Meanwhile the werewolf raised his hand with a scar

to scratch the old beard that covered his jaw. "Oh, someone

telling me that it looks stupid" he replied with a smile

uncertain.

“I think it looks good,” Ginny surprisingly

interrupts, “I mean without a beard.” She blushed.

Sirius leaned into Remus and

mumbled something in a low voice. Surprisingly, Harry watched

that conversation and how Lupin opened his mouth to answer but closed it

without answering anything.

He looked surprised and his yellow eyes flickered in a direction

Sirius in a strange way, but the animagus had turned around and sipped

his wine. After a while, Remus also shifted backwards to

back to his food, with a faint smile on his lips.

That was when Harry caught Remus' gaze. He let

his eyes shifted from Remus to Sirius and back again, while lifting up

his eyebrows with a questioning attitude.

Lupin took a sip of his wine and broke eye contact. No

some showed what he was thinking, but when Harry focused a little bit,

he could feel the wolf under Remus' skin. Surprisingly, he still exists

on the side facing Sirius, restlessly pulled towards it

Hermione looked at Harry curiously as she leaned on

his chair, grinning over his invention.

Half an hour later most of the people had finished eating

and had to talk about various topics. Some of them

speaking in a low voice, as Bill and Mr. Weasley, who told

Harry that there's most likely something about the order.

Sirius and Tonks, engaged in a heated discussion about the group

music of the '70s, while Harry idly listens to Ron, who tells him

about the latest game of Chudley Cannons while Harry caresses the Death

lazily crept over his hand.

He's lucky because this young version of Ron doesn't know about

a losing streak from his favorite team that will last for

years to come. The red head at the moment was really

caught up in explaining the catch that was almost captured by their searchers.

“But didn't they lose?” Harry interrupted his harsh words, though,

while his eyes were observing the people around the table. His attention has been

it was fixed on the fact that the conversation seemed to have subsided

significantly, most people have silenced completely.

“Yes, but that's not the point. I mean, Gudgeon is very

close-up. If it wasn't for that stupid mace he'd - “Ron stopped, when

he finally realized that Harry was not listening anymore.

Every member of the order stared at them.

Other teenagers shared confused looks. Harry leaned in

the chair and wait. Death scatters the air, hissing slowly

occasional.

"What ?!" harry said at the end, when there was none

who said nothing. But he really had a faint picture of

what the hell is going on. Sirius cleared his throat and looked at Mrs Weasley. The other

following views.

"Well, fine

only," he began, "We - and while I still think that it is

is not a good idea and I think you're the way to

young and even-“

"Molly," said Mr. Weasley, interrupting with

patient. He's sighing. Apparently it was a fight that had already been

they do.

"We've decided that you're mature enough to

heard about some things about the order."

Ron, Ginny and the twins shared joyful gazes. Hermione

frowning. He seems to be the only one who thinks that maybe

there's catch. As if given a cue, Mrs Weasley turned to

send your children to bed. There will be a discussion soon

heating up, the twins argued that they were old enough and Ron commented

that Harry would tell her everything.

In the end, only Ginny was told to sleep. Her magic

surrounded him in sparks as he fiercely slammed the door on

behind him before stepping up, Mrs Weasley followed shortly afterwards,

to make sure that he doesn't listen from the door.

This time it wasn't Sirius leading the conversation, it was Mr

Weasley began with - obviously - a trained speech about how dangerous it was

let them talk too much.

"So, what do you want to know?" Lupine

ask him after that.

Harry sat in silence, somewhat confused. She never

thinking about being in this position again. He must admit, that he

just have a vague idea of what the order does

and on the other hand he knew about things that not even them

realize. How ironic.

He tried not to look into Sirius' eyes while he

thinking about what to ask. In the end, he chose

which is clear.

"What did Voldemort do?" tanyakene,

ignoring the majority of shivering people heard that name. Reckon

the summer experienced her younger self, she added, "From

what I see, no reports of strange murders yet."

"Because there is not yet" replied Lupin.

"As far as we know" Sirius

appending. "And we know a lot."

"More than he's sure we know, at least,"

the word werewolf. Every teenager listened eagerly.

"Why did he stop killing people?" Ron

intercepted.

"He didn't want to attract attention" said Harry,

before anyone else can answer. Lupin nodded.

"His return did not go as he did

expect," he continued. Harry nodded and replied

her smile. His survival after the ritual in the grave was definitely not

one of Voldemort's greatest achievements. Not to mention he told

Dumbledores. He must be very angry at that.

"So, what

actually not an order now?" Harry asked.

"We're trying to prevent Voldemort from running

the plan," Lupin added faintly.

"What plan?" Harry asked. Lupin is not

wriggling under his sharp gaze, but instead replied calmly.

"He wants to rebuild his army. He'll try

recruiting witches as well as dark and giant creatures. Those who have been

support it for the first time."

"And you're trying to prevent him from achieving that goal,"

Harry concluded.

"That's harder than you think, given the position

The ministry in all of this" Tonks said. During dinner he

has changed her hair from a long blonde curl to a short purple look

and pointy, her eyes now match her hair color.

Once again Lupin, who elaborated on his statement, told

they're about the Ministry's pressure on the Daily Prophet and how

Dumbledore was discredited at all costs because Fudge felt threatened.

"But why do you know what he is

planning?" Harry finally asked, leaning forward

while Death climbed up his elbows and back over his shoulders. A lot

the person at the table followed the terrifying look of the snake and Master. There aren't

who's completely used to the creature and somehow Harry

enjoy the restlessness, which spreads every time Death does something

not too similar to animals.

"Dumbledore had a fuzzy idea" said Lupin, his eyes

moving from Death to Harry. "And Dumbledore's vague idea usually

it's true."

Harry snorted and he looked at the encircling snake

his arm. "So everything you do right now is based on

guess."

"A very smart guess," said Mr. Weasley.

"You tell me, you don't know, absolutely nothing

what is Voldemort planning right now? You don't have a spy in

the line, no informant whatsoever?" Harry asked and he

looking up from under her eyelashes. The last thing he asked was just for

his own pleasure, curious about what they would answer.

Sirius met his gaze with a frown, while the

others sat in an uncomfortable silence, exchanging awkward gazes.

"At this moment, the,

most try to make as many people believe in us as possible

that he has returned" said Mr. Weasley after

a pause that lasts too long. "Betting ready is the best thing

we can do. So far we have had some success.

Tonks is here. He was too young at first to be in order

firstly. He and Kingsley really won. Especially since Kingsley was leading

division against Sirius. "

"Thanks to him, they thought I was hiding somewhere

place in Tibet," interrupted the animagus with a grin.

"But Voldemort will do nothing, even when

lying, right?"

"We knew Voldemort had other plans. The plan could be him

follow up without drawing attention" Sirius said.

"What exactly do you mean by that?"

"He wants something he doesn't have

first time."

"What?" Ron asked curiously.

Sirius shifted in his chair. "For example

weapons." He could not explain further.

"Enough!" Mrs Weasley has returned and

an authoritative look he told them all to go to sleep, even though Fred

moaning.

Sighing, Harry followed them upwards, but he

important.

Despite Mrs Weasley's control runs through their room,

Fred and George went to Harry and Ron's room to talk

about what they have learned. Harry remained silent, though

amused by the wild speculation they bring up.

But eventually, they left and Ron fell asleep.

Nearly two hours have passed since then and Harry has

use that time to continue reading the books hidden in the

under his bed. Suddenly a slow explosive sound

surprised him. Kreacher stood right at the foot of his bed, expressionless

expectantly seen on his wrinkled face. Harry had almost forgotten about

his promise to the house-elves.

“You're here because of that locket, right?” Harry asked and

close the book after marking the page.

"Yes," Kreacher began, "Or don't Potter

will defend his words ... Maybe he's just a traitor of filthy blood

like any other boy," the last part murmured softly, but Harry did not

doubt that he knows what he is saying.

“Kurasa, this room is not suitable for this. There are still

wake?” Harry asked Kreacher.

"Black Lord is in the kitchen, with the wolves and some

traitor of blood" replied Kreacher.

"And is there someone in the living room?"

"No, Young Master."

"Then let's go there" said Harry. Kreachers

grunting and Harry followed her, sneaking out of the room.

Kreacher. Death walked silently on the side

Harrys. The house-elf seemed to feel uneasy even though she couldn't

look at that creature.

Once they reach their destination, Harry closes the door and

cast a silencing spell, just to be sure.

Inside the living room, Harry looked at Death, who was dropping

lock it to his open hand. Kreacher looked at him, his eyes widening

shining in the darkness.

Harry put the locket on the floor. Not many ways

to destroy the horcruxes. The only thing he can consider

now it's a campfire.

He had never used that spell before and he

feeling a little nervous. Black magic was not something he often did

dabble. Apart from the unforgivable thing which is quite ironic, if he

thinking now.

Death, while it sat on the floor, crossed its legs only

a few steps from the pendant, which pulsed on the ground as a ticking mockery

cardiac.

The creature seems to be taking on more human habits

the longer he spends in Harry's company, but when he

turning to face him, there was something frightening about the move.

He gave no encouragement nor did he try to prevent

Harry did what he planned.

Death just stared at him with a terrifying grin.

Harry could feel the creature's curiosity as if it were

his own and he refrained from sticking his tongue out at her

the creature, knowing that Death eagerly anticipates

as a result, it did not matter whether Harry would succeed in destroying the horcruxes or

will he burn the house down with every inhabitant.

Kreacher's eyes followed Harry's seemingly empty gaze

and the elf shuddered before she finally set her gaze back to

the horcruxes.

She can't

using his own wand. Death in the form of a serpent

everyday companion, he will be researched more closely and who knows if

someone will try to use 'incatato before' as

the means to check which spell he had used?

But a cane with phoenix feathers is not the only one

his choice. Harry grinned as he wanted the Elder Wand to appear

in hand.

“You may want to keep your distance" Harry said

Kreacher took a few steps back on his own. "I'll use fire

bonfire to destroy it.” The words came out with more trust

more than Harry felt he could muster, but Kreacher looked at him

amazed and walked towards the wall.

This was the first time, Harry was consciously holding onto a stick

old magic and singing in anticipation of what will happen.

He didn't even have to say those words. Immediate

after his mind had finished forming that thought, fire in various forms and

size exploded out from its tip as if they had been waiting for

released from an invisible prison.

He saw a thestral flapping its wings

flaming about, a dragon formed just to banish a flock of crows, collapsing into

within themselves and reappearing as a Basilisk.

Harry felt the heat as the fire raged, much higher and

fiercer than he had ever imagined, painting the room with light

orange.

The skin on his wrist was blistered due to the great distance

close-up. It takes all his self-control to bend fire

as he wished, keep him away from walls, curtains, and ceilings

threatened to destroy it.

And there, in the midst of hell sat Death - laughing, laughing,

when the raging flames overturned in front of the barrier

as Harry put it, it seemed to whisper the words of the language

long forgotten.

Fidgeting and hissing, they piled up and collapsed deeply

endless cycles yet they obey them.

Sweat drenched Harry's skin as he directed them to the

that locket.

Hungry they rushed towards him, the beings who

the flames fell on each other, burning nothing but the target

which they were aiming for as they rushed above the ground.

The Horcrux screamed and part of Harry felt

shaken to the core when he heard a voice.

His knuckles were white, as he ended his spell with

snap the magic wand, the darkness hits them like an avalanche.

　

　

Gasping for breath, Harry stared at the empty ship, which was open and

brittle on the ground, barely illuminated by moonlight.

Adrenaline pumps throughout his body.

The fragment of Voldemort's soul inside the pendant was dead, but

never before had Harry felt his partner so clearly in his head

by oneself.

Apart from herself, she felt the need to

calmed worries.

It was pulsing in distress at the faint trace of smoke that

swirling over the remains of its smoldering twin, whose edges

it has melted into a formless mass.

However, at the same time, the forbidden magic power was still

pulsating in his veins, dark streams - addictive and exciting -

flooding his mind with ecstasy, lifting him to a height that he did not

ever known. With trembling hands, Harry wiped his mouth with

the stick is still in hand. He could feel his own sweat,

when he realized - for a moment - he felt what was too stiff for

noticed by Voldemort. The death of some of his soul.

And though it could not compare to the bond that he had

to share with Death, it was still strange to dive into the thoughts of others so far.

Without feeling, Death rose from its place and began

walking towards Harry, who was only now aware of the presence of the Kreachers, in

where he had pressed himself against one of the walls.

Harry lethargicly pointed towards the shattered horcrux. "You

could go and check if it was really destroyed" he told reporters

house-elves with hoarse voices.

Kreacher hesitantly crept closer and checked the pendant

that's. After a while he kicked it which caused a hoarse laugh

from Harry's throat. Only then did the house-elves

stared at him. His whole attitude has changed.

"Young Master kept his promise" he said tremblingly

and then he bent so far that his nose almost touched

the ground.

Death stopped right next to Harry, observing in silence

when he's shaking. “I said I'd help you with

that's. I kept my promise, " answered Harry before he glanced at the pendant

that's. The soul inside is gone. There is no life beating there.

It was just a piece of metal now.

Meanwhile Kreacher started muttering praises, muttering

about how much Harry's heir is. He insisted on bringing Harry

return to his room, but Harry drives away the elf, who respectfully

bow before he disappeared in a slow voice.

Harry stayed in place, the old stick melted back into the

his skin without him noticing. Eventually he moved to retrieve the remains

horcrux, put it in one of his pockets. Just a point charred in

the floor tells what has happened in this room.

When Harry turns around, he faces Death, which only

stared at him. No need for words.

Harry didn't even know if he could describe the chaos

his mind if he wants.

In the end he simply stepped into the Death chamber, letting

his head lowered to the creature's chest, hugging it with a loose hug.

Harry could feel their bond humming, the warmth that

the familiar swept over him, slowly calming his spinning mind.

The higher beings gently began to tuck in

his fingers to Harry's hair, the other hand hesitantly rubbed his back

His master.

After a while, a gentle rumble interrupted the silence and

Harry smiled into Death's shirt where he could feel the vibrations

gentler.

Finally, Harry backed off.

"It's time to go back" he said softly,

not really expecting an answer.

He lifted a silencing spell from the room before him

leaving him, Death followed him into the hallway.

They are almost

he reached Harry's room, as Death spoke up. "I

can fix Tom Riddles' soul if you want."

Harry stared.

"I know you can

felt hopelessness. It screams in your head."

Harry's mouth was open and closed like a fish. She didn't

can deny that it bothers him, still. Even now, even,

the chunk of soul once again returned to a deep asleep state inside

his mind.

Now he was more aware of the small and unfamiliar presence, strangely

he feels responsible for it. "You will do

that?" Harry finally asked. "For me?"

"Yes. And I think you are too

can do it yourself someday."

Harry looked at the creature in wonder.

"You're strong. Much more

from what you think. The only things I have shown so far are

a small part of it. It will take time, but one day you can

walking among the realms of existence" Death said in his voice

inhumane.

It took a while for this statement to sink in. However after

in a moment, Harry's thoughts began to spin once more about what he had

death told him before. They can restore Tom Riddles' soul. Idea

it seemed to have burned itself into his mind.

Considering that he just destroyed some of it

from him, this was of course a strange plan. But it's not

like that part was missing from them. Death is Death. And

as long as it did not move, he could still take it back.

The idea of fixing what has been torn apart by

Voldemort made Harry suddenly feel dizzy.

"But how he is

now, I'm afraid there's no guarantee that he won't just walk away

tear it up as soon as it's given back to her."

The words of death pierced Harry like knives and atmosphere

his heart dropped in an instant. He had no idea why the idea of tearing apart

the soul hit him so hard now. It's not her first time

hearing that, also did not discuss the topic.

Maybe, it comes with his job description.

With a frown on his face, Harry entered his room.

Ron was still sleeping soundly, but to Harry it seemed to be sleeping

don't want to come. He lay on his bed, staring

the ceiling was dark, while thoughts were swearing in his mind

as time passes.

Voldemort's soul can be repaired. Irreparably. Idea

it didn't leave his head. It sticks to him like glue and

in endless circles his mind always returned to him.

He was impressed at once deeply disturbed by the fact that

this man had divided his soul into seven different parts. Eight, though,

if someone counts the part that Harry has embedded in him on the day

Voldemort first tried to kill him. A factor that even

not being noticed by the Dark Lord himself.

He could feel it in his head. Since the time of Harry

destroying what was left of the pendant, he painfully

be aware of the alien soul pieces that, despite everything, still feel familiar.

Harry has been

spent almost two decades with a horcrux in his head. That was

it took him a long time to get used to it, but now he could feel a soul.

And not as a channel of Voldemort's emotions. He felt

the fragment itself. How it survives on every thread that

connect it to his colleagues. How it slowly intertwines

alone into Harry's mind, clinging to him like vines to

trees just to find some kind of support.

The thought of tearing the soul apart becomes so many parts

feels wrong.

That's not true.

It felt like an itch that he could not scratch.

And Harry could sense that Death shared his sentiments with

certain ways.

Although, unlike Harry, Death seems to be experiencing

various emotions for the actions that Voldemort had done. Harry

difficulty distinguishing them, but he knew there was some resentment as well,

sadness and desire and something really predatory.

Restlessly, Harry shifted to his bed. Outer

his window he could see how the stars began to fade and the sky

start bleaching in the first morning light.

Death is still a mystery. He is currently

relax on the window sill, sit still. Although, Harry has

notice that the creature seems to be becoming more humane in

some things. The way he moves from time to time and the way he

speaking seems to change. It was as if Death had become more comfortable

in developing his own personality - which is rather disturbing -.

He observed the creature for a moment, before he finally sat down

and leaned on the head of his bed.

Suddenly wondering, Harry spoke to the creature,

"Uhm, Death. You said that I had seen how you

it actually looks, but now I won't .... What are you like

actually?”

Death turns away

her head. The eyes without her pupils pierced Harry's eyes. Slowly she

stand up and walk to his bed. “ If

You really want to see my true self, you have to let go

limits of human consciousness. You have to forget what is possible and what is

which isn't. I can't force you to look at me, I just

could help you. You have to search for yourself. ”

Considerately, Harry looked at the creature as he

stop at the foot of his bed. At the age of eleven, Harry had

thrown into a world of wonder and magic, at the age of seventeen he has

died and returned. And he remembered a life, a life that he

until he was twenty-four years old. He never thought

that magic has its own limits just like everyone else has. Sorceries

illogical.

It's easy to believe things you can't

believable.

Closing his eyes, Harry took a deep breath as he focused on

the bond that connects him and Death. He felt his bed

obliquely, when the creature was closed some distance away, it sat right in

beside him. He felt the hand of Death touch his face. Strengths

pulsing within him, their shared energy drenched the two of them.

When Harry opened his eyes, he saw.

That death is incredible. With his mouth open he stared

that creature. He was endless and at the same time only existed in the

this room. Death is there but it is not. He could see the bed

Ron, the owl that fell asleep in the closet and at the same time all over

his vision was filled with feathery wings, gigantic wings that filled

the whole room moves through the furniture and walls, not even disturbed

by him. Harry counted twelve until he was interrupted by thousands of eyes

watched him. She reached out her hand, and she met one. Pawpank

their hands touched and Harry felt his connection to Death more

stronger than ever. Part of him is Death, whether feathers, light

dark, and these eyes. Harry watched in awe as the wings

moving slowly as if floating in water. And he should be called Master

of eternal beings? Warmth spread in his body and a sense of liking

she cannot describe what her emotions are, because she is connected

with the creature in front of him.

My harryyyy…

The voice of death spoke in his mind. Over time, the image

the original Death faded into the background and he sat down in front of Harry, in sight

like he always looks like that.

And Harry realized that this human form was only a part

another of her, yet very different compared to her other face.

Harry could still see the true form of Death. As such

game of light, there was a shadow of a wing in the corner of his vision. There's a sensation

eyes watched him and an entertaining presence filled the room.

Harry did not realize that he was crying and smiling at the moment

the same until his eyes refocused on the familiar face of his twin

they are almost twins.

He felt an incomprehensible need to embrace

the creature was just to distract him from the feeling of loss,

now that everything is back as before.

But how that pitiful attitude could compare

with the intimacy they shared a moment ago. But like

normally, Death knew what he was thinking. The creature cupped its face

Harry and rubbed his lips against his forehead. Harry felt the hands

invisible to touch his hair. Harry snorted and smiled.