The Master of Death

Chapter 2: Security

About seven years had passed since that faithful night,

now known as the "Battle of Hogwarts".

　

　

After the war, Harry accepts Kingsley's offer of Shacklebolt and

join the Aurors with Ron, while Hermione returns to Hogwarts

to complete his education.

Ginny and she have been dating for some time, but after Ginny starts

play Quidditch and Harry begins his training as an Auror

slowly separated. It does not help if the public eye is observing every

their move and in the end their separation was a mutual decision.

They decide to stay friends and despite the many cries in the

mrs Weasley's side, both happy it's over.

Harry still did not know if his encounter with Death

it really happened or was it a strange dream. The memory of that blur is only

increased his interest in the three Peverell brothers. What is right and what

a legend? But as predicted, he felt different to live.

Something inside him has changed.

　

　

At first he didn't realize it. He put it on the war.

It felt like Harry was walking through the fog, while everyone else

continue their lives as before. Of course, the first years

after the war it was hard for everyone. They need time to

re-establish their lives. Harry did the same

the other. He tried to do what was most logical to do.

Join Auror and date Ginny. But after a while

he realized he felt trapped. Everyone seems to be moving when

he sleeps while walking through his days.

Harry had jumped into the job just to keep himself busy. Him

has completed his training with brilliant grades and after three years

hard work finally joined the Aurors.

The public was shocked when Harry announced that he was leaving

Departments. There was an article in the gossip section of the Daily Prophet - of course

- even if it only scratches the surface of truth.

The title has taken over half the page alongside the gossip

more and advertising for the reissue of Celestina Warbeck's latest album.

POTTER'S MISSING!

Mr. Harry J's. Potter (Defeater

of You-Know_Who) came out with a surprise weekend announcement

then. After only four years of being an Auror corps, Mr. Potter announced

his resignation early.

According to an anonymous source, Potter

stop after taking part in a mission to find and hold

Death Eaters (followers of You-Know-Who) are on the run, where his Auror colleague W.

Hopkins was seriously injured.

Mr. Hopkins is not

contacted for comment as he is currently still at St. Mungos, accept

grooming. 

“Personally I think he

(Mr Potter) may feel responsible for Hopkins' injury, even though he

not the one to blame. No one said it with

loud, but if it was another Auror team, the two of them would probably die. If

You ask me, Hopinks owes his life to Mr. Hopinks quick reaction.

Potters, ”source we tell us.

According to the statement which has not

confirmed, the attacker was none other than Walden Macnair (Surely believed to have been

injure /kill over twenty Muggles/Witches / Witches below

the Dark Lord's reign; responsible for five (known)

death during the Battle of Hogwarts).

Macnair's body never

found, and he's supposedly on the run after a You-Know-Who defeat. This

it will be the first big news after a series of more catches

small for the last few months.

Since speaking at the conference

the press, where Mr. Potter announces his resignation, he has not been seen in

publicly, despite rumors stating that she plans to become more

be active in politics and consider running for a seat in

Wizengamot.

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Only thanks to Kingsley could Harry keep a secret

the detail. It's not that he really cares about what people think

about her. Sometimes it scares him, how much he doesn't

care about anything at the moment.

　

　

He and Wayne are

I've met Macnair. Usually these traces are just mere rumors. Follows

they mostly mean going out at night, observing the same place during

hours and waiting. They usually get nothing from him except

foot pain and flu.

Harry happily handed it over to the younger Auror

thinking of being in the Department means interesting cases and duels.

But that time has passed.

Most of the Death Eaters had been captured by Harry and Ron - when he

hasn't worked at Weasley's Wizards Wheezes - and a few others. Congratulations from

the battle, the Aurors who still remember the first war.

Even as trainees, they had participated in this hunt. Curses

to kill was already common in the first two years after the battle. Subsequent to

black magic was forbidden, but diffindo was placed

it can well penetrate the skin as easily as an illegal curse.

Harry had gotten some strange views of

his friends, when he never hesitated when he met

Travers, or Rowle, or Lestrange's older sister, just to mention

some examples. But this time it's over. Not much of

The captured Death Eaters are alive today and those who barely

it can be described that way. The empty shell rotted in his cell in

Azkaban. Dementors float on one island rather than letting

they explore the country. It was an open secret in the Department

even Kingsley thought that way, despite all the promises to the public

that they're trying to replace the creature with a human guard.

But they don't

have a real case for centuries. The Auror department is mostly busy

help the Obliviators. Harry could count how many weeks of legislation

secrecy is not violated on one side. Just last week, though,

they had a case, when some Muggleborn wanted to brag and

mesmerize the table at a party when she goes out with her Muggle friends.

　

　

That's the thing that

very large, it was just that they could hide everything from the public eye.

Muggle and magical world .

Despite the fact that most pure blood was currently humiliated

as Death Eaters, some of them still had influence in

Ministries. There is already pressure to tighten related laws

violation of confidentiality laws. The only reason not so

influential was because no Witch or Witch was injured after

recent violations.

But the girl had been the victim of a cruel beating due to her stupidity

by oneself. Therefore, everyone involved in the cleanup of the case

must sign a miraculous contract that guarantees their confidentiality. And of course

only, the Auror Department is responsible for that.

Happy to leave behind some monotony, Harry offers Wayne

his help. Hopkins has found the simplest clue of the trail

after weeks of researching, and even then, more

the accident that they found the Death Eaters. They're checking

a warehouse known to regularly house a black market where people

can acquire various magical items as well as creatures and potions

illegal. During difficult times it holds all kinds of dirt that

living on the streets.

They entered through the back door, dust swirling in

under their feet as they sneak through the barn. The smell of piss and

alcohol filled the air as they walked past the several witches

leaning against the wall. Harry gestured for them to leave and they

quickly complies because they are not too keen to be confronted by

the Auror.

As soon as they saw Macnair among a group of people

which will make Mundung run for his money, Hopkins immediately announced

his presence, following Auror's protocol as he tries to capture the witch. Temporal

other people split up and parted ways, Macnair had ducked behind the pile

box and start throwing vile curses in response to stupidity

Hopkins. The Death Eaters did not waste their time insulting Harry

killing them. Harry could see why he had not been arrested.

The wooden box turned to dust and Harry ducked behind

pillar, but Wayne is soon exposed to a very familiar cutting curse. Him

falling to the floor choking and coughing, bleeding from malignant wounds.

Sectumsempra

Harry has never

seeing that curse since the Battle. He stopped to defend himself and

ignoring the curse cast by Macnair, but instead paying attention

that dying man. Because that's what happened. Wayne

died, and Harry stood there, attracted by the sight of life force

Waynes left his body. Red blood seeped into the space between

rotting floorboards. For the first time in years,

the chains holding Harry back seemed to be saggy and he could

breathing while Hopkins choked on his own blood.

Only the sound of Macnair separating drew Harry from the

stupe.

After Harry asked for help, Hopkins survived. Barely,

but he has recovered completely, even if he is injured for the rest of his life.

He told Kingsley the truth. That was

the conversation was long and while Kingsley had pulled some strings

to be able to withstand his hesitation to act when shocked, it was

psychological evaluation or a break from work in the open field. Harry

know there's been rumors about his cold behavior towards the Death Eaters and this

it would only add to the pile of dubious things around him. And because

neither of the two options were of interest to Harry, quitting was a thing

next best. After all, there was more than enough money in his safe to

living without a decent income. He's itching for something he can't

mention it and sitting in his office at the Ministry won't change it.

Harry started out at night, but it was quick

escalated. Every week, another article in the Prophet tells of

his latest adventure with a witch. But the feeling that there is

something that is missing, the emptiness inside him cannot be filled with

alcohol or ****.

One day he wakes up and realizes, that without meaning too, he

he has withdrawn from everyone who means anything to him.

And while Harry can't shake the feeling that he's

sleepwalking all his life, he had made plans

certain to make it work.

He reconnected with his friends. When

Hermione asks him to help her with her new fundraiser to

whatever it is, he helps her. When Mrs Weasley invited her to eat

night, he's coming. He laughed smilingly and made a joke. Harry

visit Teddy once a week and try to follow his friends in

the weekend. There is even tea in Malfoy Manor, thanks to the insistence

Narcissa.

But when he got home, he felt empty. The monotony

his life was weighing on him like a thick blanket. Something is missing and

Harry doesn't know what it is.

Safety comes in a strange way. When he

walking through Diagon Alley a few months later, he heard a commotion,

but before he could turn around, a green glint diverted

his view. Harry did not feel how the spell hit his ribs,

not paying attention to how his knees hit the ground and not hearing

screams of the audience. All he felt was someone touching

her cheek. An invisible hand covered her face, so soft, so,

it was as if Harry was a long-lost lover. He exhaled

breath for the last time, when the cool breeze touched his lips as if

someone is breathing against it. Harry's eyelids didn't close

when the world fades.

Harrycity ...

When Harry regained consciousness, he knew exactly where he was

be in. A room that has long been known, high glass ceilings, and,

and the empty train tracks. Everything is so white. And figure

looming over it.

"Welcome to

back..."

"Hello Death," said Harry, sitting down. That creature

it looks the same. White eyes, pale skin and darker hair

black flowed around his head like the ridicule of a halo.

"Harryyyyy ..." said the creature. It

a wide grin, showing his sharp white teeth. It moved

step back as Harry stood up and looked around him.

"That hasn't changed," he said, his eyes returning to

Death, which was still a mirror image of his younger self.

"seems."

As Harry began to walk around, Death followed him

but not commenting.

"I can't go back, can I?" Harry asked after

some moments. Their environment has not changed much. That place seems

repeated in endless rounds. It's ironic how similar that is

his life for the last seven years.

“Do you want?” Ask death instead of answering.

Harry remained silent. He knows the answer to this question, though,

he knew there were only two things he could choose. Seven years living in

Limbo. Death Gift. Seven years he was given time to

make a decision, to choose the answer to a question that is still not

unanswered. "I can choose to continue" Harry said

after a while.

Deaths

stop, "But there's something you want more than that,

ain't he?"

"How's what?" Harry wanted to know, kind of fed up

with those faint words that Death threw at him. That was

Dumbledore again.

"Second chance" said Death. Harry stopped at

front of the bench and turned to look at the creature.

"Second chance for what?"

"Life."

Harry laughed bitterly. "Because it worked so well

for the first time?"

Death tilts

her head. It grins. "You've changed," he said.

"Life did that to you" said Harry and

his mind felt clearer than before, "Or should I

say the last seven years. You might think you'd help me

by giving me more time, but all he does is

prolonging time.states are nowhere. I never really

leave this place, right? Stuck between two places, everywhere and

anywhere ... Not really dead nor alive, "murm

Harrys.

"I know how

your feelings," said Death

after a while, grin.

"Oh, are you," Harry replied and stabbed Death with

gazes. The creature's grin widened as he approached.

"Bored."

Harry's jaw was open.

" Moving doesn't sound interesting anymore, does it?"

Harry stared at the creature in silence. Is correct. Him

always imagined she would be reunited with her mother and father and all

the one missing from him. But now the mind has no power

the same allure as he had in those days

preceding. It seemed like he had developed a disinterest in the idea

that's. He looked at the rail next to the train station and it was just as empty

like the first time.

"You asked me once

to bring your loved ones back. I can't just

return the dead. But if you're my Massster - I can take you back

to death."

Harry turned that thought in his head. “What is it

means Fred, Remus ... They'll live?” The creature only

smirked. But then Harry scoffed. "What's the point of this, then,

if the result is the same."

"Who said the results

it should be the same," said

Deaths. "You're bored. You don't have to be like that."

Harry remained silent. "All right," he said after

a few moments, "Do it."

Deaths

smirked. " It's up to you, Teacher ..."

As his surroundings faded, Harry got the faint impression, that

Death is laughing.