The Master of Death
Chapter 3: The Known Face
Harry woke up feeling an old cloth stuck to his cheek
the sweaty one and the stabbing pain in his head. He emphasized
his hands to his scar in a futile attempt to prevent him from feeling
be ill. Forcibly, he opened his eyes to escape from the dream
bad ones that still exist. Hands shaking. Fear of Voldemort
he cursed his pulse. She faintly realized the familiar scent
surrounds. Slowly awareness of what has happened
swept himself. Although adrenaline is still being pumped throughout his body,
some of them know what really happened. Harry
grinning, while the image of the corpse of the Cedrics had just begun to fade.
For the first time in years, he felt
lived.
While calming down, Harry put aside his irrational fears
against Voldemort. He doesn't remember the night in the cemetery so vividly during
for years. He felt very young and old at the same time. Although deep
darkness, Harry knows exactly where he is. The sickly moonlight
falling through the only window that illuminates his surroundings enough to
get a good understanding of its location. But even then he
pretty sure that he doesn't need to look at a shabby wardrobe in the corner, the shelf
a book full of dusty books that Dudley never wanted to read
the bedside table he had known, to realize that he was
he returned to his room, the old bedroom.
Back with the Dursleys in little Whinging.
Harry wanted to laugh. Of all places, death must be
bring him here.
Her creepy twin was sitting at her desk on the other side of the room,
let his feet dangle from the edge. Harry swears darker in the
where he sits.
Out of habit, Harry wanted to adjust his glasses but
he realized that he was not wearing it at all. He saw it in
bedside drawer. But when he reaches out to grab it, he
stop over. Surprisingly he looked at his hand. They're more
small-time. Skinier. And they don't have that scar
familiars. Suddenly bewildered, why did he expect a faint line in the
his own handwriting that injured his skin, pushed to the forefront of his mind. Harry
he shook his head to escape the strange sensation. Him
having a strange feeling of two opinions clashing in his mind.
“Harryyy ..”
A whisper from the other side of the room caused him to turn his head and
again his brain seemed unable to choose which emotions to
resolved it.
“Death,” said Harry finally, while trying to convince
himself that he was not hallucinating another version of himself in the room
his sleep. Maybe this is dark magic and- Harry forcefully pushed
the idea went down. He had been a cursed Auror for half
decades. He knew what black magic was like. While the creature
grinning at him, it seemed to be waiting for Harry to regain control
his brain.
Harry raised an eyebrow. "So what is the version
your pleasure?" She asked.
Death's grin
widened. "Do you want two versions of yourself to roam?"
"It was easy for you to say. Right now I am fighting
the desire to pack my things and call Dumbledore, because of this
looks a lot like something caused by Voldemort screwing up
my mind."
"Your soul will get used to it
with him."
Harry grunting. Death kept watching him and suddenly
Harry realized that the creature was wearing jeans and a shirt
ordinary. The whole idea was so strange that he could not resist
self to not snort amusedly. Surprisingly, this image is what eliminates
fear, which part of him still feels when he sees Death.
The creature still looked strange, but more
tangible. Her hair was no longer broken and her clothes made her look
normals. Even as Death began to snore, the voice was no longer
echoing from the wall but more like a sound, the kneazle will make.
“Are you also visible to others?” Harry
wondering in a loud voice and he looked at Death with curiosity
know.
"For the time being," he replied faintly, all
attention was on Harry.
The creaking sound on the lower floor suddenly pushed out waves
anxiety in Harry. Someone is in the house. Minds
his first was somehow the Death Eaters had
found him. At least the Dursleys had left early the night
these.
He needs his wand!
As soon as the thought was fully formed in his mind, it,
a magic wand appeared above the shabby blanket on his lap. With
plain it was lying there, as if it did not just appear out of nowhere
whereof. But while part of him is still confused, Harry
realized immediately. This is the Elder Wand. Which he put back
in Dumbledore's grave after the war.
He hesitated for a moment but then grabbed it. So
Harry touched the fine wood, the stick became cold. Ice-cold
it almost felt like fire, but Harry held on. He watched
with wide eyes how the famous Death stick dissolved
it becomes a dark fog. Like smoke hanging in the air for a moment and
then it slowly seeped into his skin. Harry stared at
bemused. After he finally understood what had just happened, he
turning his hand to inspect it, his eyes searched for traces that were not there.
His eyes narrowed as he looked at the blemishless skin
stretched out in his palm. No burns or black stains from
... Something, as he expected.
A thought ran through Harry's head. Sticks Anyway
The elder is a sacred.
I did not try hard to make the magical robe appear with
the same way. Soon the stone lay in front of him right next door
resurrection stone. And when he touches the sacred - like a magic wand
they also melted into his body after his skin
touch. When Harry finally looked up, Death watched him
curiosity.
"You are the rightful owner
they, "the creature
he explains, "So they came back. Their power is connected to you
as soon as you arrive." The voice of death
inhumanity resounded throughout the room like the wind.
Before Harry stood up, he found his holly wand
below pillow. A familiar warmth filled him as he grabbed onto it,
causing a smile to appear on his face. But then that part of him
full of anxiety win. The strange sensation of someone approaching makes
hair stood. Harry crossed the distance into the hallway with a few
step. When he tried to open the door it was not
budging. The crackling of the key on the other hand explains the damage.
With a frustrated sigh he dropped his head into the barrier.
How could he forget his beloved relatives? Three
the other day he was locked up by Vernon. The hunger that gnawed him
reminding her that yesterday afternoon was the last time she ate
something's. Petunia has been pushing a little soup through the cat's cover ...
Butno. This was years ago.
Harry gave up trying and separated the foggy memories.
Instead, he focused on the present moment. He knew he would open the door
with the smallest magic effort, but he was in a younger body.
The room and the size of his hands make that clear. The ministry may still
tracking magic. Harry turned to look at Death. “Can you
open the door for me?”
The creature that was still sitting on the table dissolved into a fog
it was dark - no different from sacred - and appeared right next to Harry. It
put his left hand on the wooden door and Harry could hear a click
wrench. When he tried to open the door again, it worked without a fight.
“Thank you,” Harry whispered before he walked into the hallway. When he
turning around, he was reminded that Death still looked like a strange twin
Harry, with the addition of a terrifying aura that surrounded his entire body.
Harry looked at her for a moment. He hesitated before opening his mouth.
“Can you, I don't know, make yourself look more .
conspicuous?” Harry whispered and pointed to their bodies.
The creature tilted its head and once again changed
become foggy smoke. It was circling around until he settled into shape
giant skinny dog, with short fur and teeth
impresses. Exact copy of what Professor Trewlany might have
describe as a Grim. Harry held back a laugh. Of course, Death
it looked like a dog coming straight out of hell.
"OK, maybe try another animal, something more
small?" Harry asked, while he listened to the sound
coming from below. Once again the creature re-formed itself
it resembles a slender white-eyed black snake.
"Do you prefer
this is?" he said and Harry
realizing that the voice of the creature sounded very different from
preceding. Almost like ... Ah yeah. Harry grinned. Him
I can speak the language of the serpent again.
Can he ever understand snakes?
“Come,” Harry hissing in Parseltongue and
he knelt down while he stretched out his arm. Downstairs an
door open. His Auror training had him on edge
ravine. The black snake slid towards his hand and Harry lifted up
the creature to his shoulder. He could have sworn that Death tried
strangled him like his snake form crawling under his already-existing t-shirt
obsolete.
The creature settled with its head just above the collarbone,
other parts of the body are four legs long circling the body and the left arm
Harry tightly.
There was a stumbling sound from down the stairs, almost as if
someone is walking past the house.
Harry frowned, ignoring the faint voice behind his head, still
warned him of a possible Death Eater attack. There never was
Death Eaters at Privet Drive No. 4. Which he will remember. Maybe someone
trying in? The sound of voices echoed throughout the building. Harry imagined a way
the invisibility cloak always hid him and just like that he couldn't
again look at the hand that holds his wand. Apart from a little tingling
on his spine, he felt nothing and required no effort
at all. It was like an instinct to be invisible. Breathable. Even
the snake on his shoulder was no longer visible. Harry raised his head. Him
smirked.
Maybe Death
not wrong because he can have fun. What will be thought
these intruders when they realize that ordinary Harry Potter can
relying on the experience of an active Auror?
Harry exhaled, then he slowly walked down
the stairs - carefully avoiding the creaking rungs of the stairs - until he
reach the hallway below. For years, I slipped into this house
to avoid the wrath Petunia allows him to move through the house
it was dark without thinking about it. A beam of light fell through the slit
where the kitchen door stands open, illuminate the lines of photo frames on the walls
and the beaming face of 3-year-old fat Dudley.
"What do you mean he's not here?" Harry could
I heard a deep voice say. The familiar voice. With
the unsheathed stick he kept approaching the half-open door at the end
hallways.
"I don't know... Damn, it doesn't work well
ever since that bastard wore it," someone grumbled.
There was enough room for him to enter without having to move it.
Harry's breathing was wheezing and he stopped as soon as he did
entering room. He was faced with a memory - or was it
a vision of the future? - because here, in the middle of Petunia's kitchen
very clean, stood a group of strangers, but Harry knew exactly
who all those people are.
Nine people. Live and breathe. All members
Ordo. Harry could not believe it. Death really
send him back to the past. He swallowed a laugh and walked instead
further into the room, his eyes were watching everyone.
Apparently, after the robe fused with his skin, Moody did not
I can look back again. To Harry's left, Remus moved
his weight, involuntarily moving close enough to touch. Exists
something different about him. Harry frowned as he
check out the crowd. There was no relief at the sight of Remus and Tonks
living as he expected. There was only curiosity when he
seeing people he hadn't seen in a long time. Or maybe not yet
ever met?
Harry knew these people, he remembered them .
there is no emotional attachment. Memories of feelings were clear in his mind, but
the echoes are far from what they have experienced. If one of them
trying to attack Harry, he would not hesitate to defend himself with everything
the possible way.
How strange. As if all the connections had been
upside-down. Set to zero.
But something else caught his attention. Because it's getting longer
he looked at these people, the more clearly he felt something else, the more,
surrounded them.
It seemed like he was developing a sixth sense. Harry could almost feel it
their aura, the magic surrounding the members of the Order. It was that sensation
it cannot be described, but it remains. Everyone in that room
surrounded by energy. Nothing physical, nothing
all he could see, but color was the best comparison he had.
Dedalus Diggel. It is light and bright and what
it could only be his magic surrounding him, strangely overflowing and then
back into his body. Most of the people here have magic like
these. The light and luster swirled around them, some deep
another slow spiral is more like a sheath driven by wind
light-hearted.
But Moody's magic is darker. Harry had to think about the old oak, the wood
wrinkles with their roots deep in the ground, storms that appeared on the horizon
darken skies.
Tonks' magic acts similar to 'Dedalus', but is different from others in the
that room. Somehow more colorful, it revolved around him
happy, ever-changing, once dark and then light again. Harry
guessing, that this had something to do with his ability as a metamorphosis.
But although Tonks' magic is probably the most unique of the group, Remus is the most
protruding.
Harry saw it like he had never done before. Not fact
that his brain was trying to compare two images of a teacher who
not really he knew, even though he liked it, and the man, who
bled out of blood by the war, dead and cold by his side. Tonks in the Hall
Huge.
But this Remus is really someone else. Because he was surrounded by something
very dark. His magic reminded Harry of blood and chocolate. And for
for the first time in his life, Harry could sense a wolf inside Remus.
Like a dual personality, there was a second creature under his skin. And creatures in
inside him knew something was wrong. Without realizing it, the animal felt
there was something else in the room, something that smelled of death. Harry could
seeing the hair on Remus' neck lifted, the wolf twitched nervously.
The younger part of Harry was scared, but the others
found himself very fascinated by this. And the last one
prevailed. Harry took one step closer and Remus' shoulder stiffened
when her magic simultaneously jerked in that motion
oozed. Like a wolf whose fur stands.
Harry looked at it with curiosity.
He knew he had to reveal himself in the end, why
not now? But he can take the risk to act
like her twenty-four year old self? Possibly
no. gabe. Damn, so far even he himself has trouble keeping up
his personality is clashing.
Maybe for now it would be wiser to subdue
by oneself.
Besides, if he
acting like someone fighting in a war, the Order was more likely
believing that he is a Death Eater in disguise rather than discovering that
he is whatever you can call this.
His future self and his younger self at the same time?
Better play dumb for now.
Harry tried to remember what he knew. For everyone, this is
summer just after Voldemort regained his body. Him
remember clearly how angry he was at Ron and Hermione, because of them
didn't write a single letter all summer when he was attacked by
Dementors. Merlin, he has to hold Umbridge back. Harry groaned
in heart. Throughout the year, she acted rashly and healthily -
like an angry teenager. Sirius had died because Harry had rushed to
in ministry.
Although ... Maybe some horrible things happened
it could have been prevented if he was given more information.
But it was something he could handle later. In order to
right now he would only see how things would change.
Harry was surprised to also realize, that he was more upset than
afraid to face Voldemort. Apparently, the knowledge that he could
defeating him made a miracle for his more self-centered mindset
youthful. He hardly cared what Voldemort did, though quickly
or slowly he most likely had to face it. Dumbledore is not
the only one who believes in prophecy.
The first time he was sent to war by an adult, who did not
they can fight for themselves. Harry grinned. I wish that
lucky for them. This time, he did not plan to do anything just
to please the people who pull the rope. Although for the time being
it would probably have been better if he had stayed on the role that everyone expected
he played.
Moreover, her fifteen-year-old self had met
with Voldemort now, have seen how Cedric
died. Surely, he would be able to slip some changes into
his personality without arousing suspicion. Anyway, Dumbledore
not wanting to look him in the eye this year, afraid of a relationship with Voldemort in
his mind. Now that he thought about it, it would be interesting to know if
it still exists .. horcrux.
“Someone should go upstairs, and search Potter,” says
a black-haired witch, pulled him out of his mind.
Harry's lips twitched. Although maybe more
well bow his head for now, it would be very easy to beat
one of the members of the order ... surprised one person - just to show
that he was able to fight.Harry's eyes looked through the room. Moody
would be the most impressive, but Kingsley is closer ...
Remus turned around, as Harry casually walked past him,
to get closer to the corner where the Auror was standing. He really
best target. There was only a wall behind him. No one can
attack Harry from behind and he can use Kingsley as
shields. Kingsley is taller than Harry, but he has moments
surprise on his side. A hard kick was aimed at the knee and Harry would be able to
clutching his neck. Then he could easily direct
stick to Auror.
Part of him was horrified at his thoughts but he
soothe yourself with the fact that a crushed knee can easily
healed with a few spells afterwards. Despite this, he
throw this idea away. It's a stupid idea anyway.
But Harry wondered at his lack of guilt
thinking about implementing this plan.
"You are my Massster.
Good and Evil .. This is a human affair. Your soul is marked as mine,
you are no longer an ordinary human being" hissed death.
Harry did not dare to answer because he was not sure he could
safely using a silencing spell, but he frowned at the
a snake that squirmed slowly under his shirt. As if Death
he took those thoughts out of his mind.
Perhaps accepting to be a Death master came with
more consequences than he expected. They should do
serious conversation about some things in the near future.
The fact that he doesn't care as much as he feels he should
also to be discussed ...
But even if he considers all - that seems -
his actions are gone, Harry has gained a new unique perspective on
her life. So far, it promises to be interesting.
His train of thought was interrupted by a broken sound
strenuously. His head jolted and his gaze was fixed on Tonks, the same
like everyone else. The witch accidentally pushed the plate
from the cashier's desk. All attention was directed at him and Harry became aware
opportunities that arise by themselves.
He released his invisibility like a second skin with
mere thought and quickly pointed his wand at Kingsley, who
stand closest to him. “Who are you?” Harry asked, though,
mostly to keep up appearances though he doesn't have to play a part in
the confusion. The entire crowd turned around and Tonks' embarrassed expression changed
become suspicious.
In the end, it was Lupin who spoke up after the shock
first missing. “It's me, Remus. We're here to pick you up.
"
“Prove,” Harry demands.
"All right, we'll do it" Kingsley
adding with his soothing dark voice. The man looked at her
with ticklish in his eyes. Harry grunting. Of course, threatened by
a fifteen year old would not leave much of an impression on Auror
experienced as he is. Surprisingly, the part that looked like him
the younger one looked even more exasperated by the fact that he was not considered
serious than others. Mixed desire to make up for boredom
for seven years and the feeling of being fired offended Harry
follow the plan earlier. At least partly.
He was moving faster than anyone expected,
using his smaller body to his advantage as he dodged
arms raised by Kingsley in an instinctive attempt to defend themselves and
he snatched the untouched stick from Auror's holster as he
put himself behind the man.
Eight magic wand were directed at him. But Kingsley
having lost his expression of excitement, now faced with two
a magic wand that pressed against his neck.
Harry had trouble holding a grin. He even got an impression
that Death is comforted.
"All right, Harry," Remus began
any more. "Quiet." He tries to keep his voice
low, making himself sound as friendly as possible. Harry has to admit
that he's good at it. It probably owes me years spent
the man was to worry about how he became a werewolf would be
influence the opinions of others about him.
Harry's eyes followed Lupin's movements as he slowly lowered
his wand, but he kept his eyes on everyone in the room. Him
ignoring the part of her that panicked and used her experience during
years in the Auror Department to calm himself down. At least
as much as he can.
But the current sensation alone made his decision to return to
this seems like the right decision. She licked her lips temporarily
his eyes blinked - looking nervous - from one person to another. Harry
enjoying adrenaline. He felt Kingsley's muscles tighten and immediately
increase the pressure of his stick to the man's neck. Drip of sweat
wet the dark skin of the man.
Everyone stood with bated breath in Petunia's kitchen
brightly lit. The only sound was the loud throb of an hour
hanging on the sideboard. Harry watched in fascination how magic
everyone seemed to be getting tighter and tighter around their bodies.
A rude snort drew them all from stupidity
them. "You're gonna throw your pants against a boy
fifteen years old. He's a little bit sharper than we can
trust by Remus, but we're just wasting time standing up like
a bunch of bandicoots screaming." The wrinkled figure of Mad-Eye
Moody seemed to fill the entire room as he shouted out words
these. "Now let's finish this." Moody turned
facing Harry. "Come on. Ask Lupin a question that only he can
answered by him. And vice versa. It would be better if we bring the Eater
Death disguised as Potter to the base."
Harry stared at the people who were staring at him for the last time
before he turned around to look at Remus. “What is my first memory
try to use, when you teach me my Patronus?”
"Fly," Lupin replied after a while.
"The first time you ride a broom." Harry's mouth twitched
become smile. He nodded and put down his wand. The tension
the room soon died down and Kingsley turned to take it back
the wand Harry offered with open arms. "Nothing
hard feelings" said Harry.
Moody was still looking at her suspiciously, while the others were as well
lower their sticks. "Your turn, Lupin," he said
coarse.
Remus smiles. "Who's Harry? Then it's my turn. What
your Patronus form?" Lupin asked her and a pleased expression
seen on werewolf's face.
Harry returned the smile. "This is a stag,"
the answer.
Lupin nodded at Moody and after that there was silence
that's awkward.
“Why do I have a feeling, that you didn't tell us
everything about Harry, Remus?” Tonks asked cheerfully. Him
already moving towards Harry, his eyes were drinking it with curiosity, dishes
the forgotten broken on the floor. “Good move. Where are you
learning to do that? "
A little surprised because - currently blonde - a metamorphmagus
attacking his personal space, it took him a while to find
answers.
“I haven't done anything all summer, you
know. Even though I can't practice magic, I don't think there is
the loss learned some other things, ” Harry replied. His eyes glanced at
the side where his gaze was reciprocated by Moody humming and snorting
something incomprehensible before he turned around and headed for the table
kitchens. Harry was convinced that his magical eyes were still fixed
to him. Some Order members follow Ex-Auror, but everyone
take a quick glance first and now. Tonks seems to have seen
Death and leaning forward to take a closer look at the snake,
it was around Harry's neck. Harry almost forgot about it.
"You're a bad guy" he said, "I've never been
seeing something like that. Where'd you get it? "
"I thought the same thing, too" Remus said
field edge.
Meanwhile Tonks extended his hand and stretched out
his finger seemed to want to caress the snake. Before he could do it, though,
Death raised its head and hissing threatened. Tonks immediately retreated.
"Don't mind him" said Harry
quick one. "He can be a little donkey."
But the witch seemed to be unafraid and looked at Harry
with curious eyes. Death seems to be using this opportunity
to hide behind Harry's collar again.
"So where did you get it?" her
inquiring.
"Well, I kind of found it" replied Harry.
“You found it?” Remus asked with raised eyebrows, marks
the wound cut him furrowed due to movement.
"Yes, yeah. On the playground," said Harry, faintly
pointing out the kitchen window.
"Will you, if I had a glimpse of it, just to
checking, that it's not the Animagus? You can't be too careful
lately," said Remus with a hint of bitterness that flashed across
her voice.
“Sure,” replied Harry,
hoping that the spell would have no effect on Death. He's digging down
his shirt was to get the snake out. “You don't mind, do you?” Him
asked, suddenly remembering that it might be a smart thing to ask
to the creature himself on the matter, before he realizes that he
unconsciously using the language known to
Voldemorts. The entire group gasped, Moody being the only one
exception, but his head had snapped towards Harry.
Death did not answer but crept beside his arm
to his hands. Harry offered Remus the serpent, which is now partially
wrapped around his arm and resting on his palm. Remus directs
his staff to the black scaly creature and muttered a spell. Harry
jolted in shock as he could feel the magic washing his hands as well.
"Nothing," Remus muttered more to himself
than Harry. Harry grinned and wrapped the snake on his shoulder once
again, his fingers traced fine scales. Not because of death apart from
his grasp but because a normal snake would never exist was able to withstand.
this position. It was as if Death was not bound to obey gravity equally
once.
"Where are the glasses?" Remus asked him and nodded in the direction
her face.
Harry blinked at Lupin foolishly. Only now he
becoming aware of the fact that she is not wearing her glasses at all, is not
picked it up because he was too bothered by the sight of his hand not
ordinary. Although it's not too difficult to figure out why he's not
realized it. He can see perfectly without
them. "Um, they're on top" Harry said confusedly.
“You may be wondering where we're going,” Remus
start, change the topic and he leads Harry to the kitchen table. Moody
already sitting there, gulping down the flask a lot.
“If you could tell me, you would have,” Harry replied,
while he was looking around Petunia's kitchen. Tonks is fixing the plates
the one shattered with magic while the other spoke in a soft voice or
listen to their conversations. He hasn't been in it in a long time
but at the same time he remembers talking to Vernon and Petunia in
there a few days ago.
“You are not wrong,” Remus said, smiling kindly despite Harry
seeing that he looked at Death suspiciously. The snake was lazy
raised his head to meet his gaze.
Harry raised an eyebrow looking at his behavior.
"Well, but at least I can tell you the names
all these people" Remus said after a brief exchange with the creatures
that's. “This-” she points at Moody who just popped an eye
her magic from her socket - “is Alastor Moody”
“Ew, you know this is a disgusting Mad-Eye,” Tonks said,
but his enchanted looks betrayed his words.
“This Nymphadora Tonks-" she stared at Lupin - "the
wanted to be called Tonks from Nymphadora," continued
Remus. "Kingsley Shacklebolt; Dedalus Diggel - ”
"We already know each other" cried the witch
that, and his purple hat fell from his head.
“Elphias Doge, Emmeline Vance, Sturgis Podmore and Hestia
Jones,” Remus finish after all names are called.
"About fifteen minutes and we're safe to go,"
moody said, "If you want to bring something, you better
get it now. And Tonks, can you give me a glass of water?
” asked while electric blue eyes danced in her palms
rough ones. He looked directly at Harry. Remus is still waiting
expectantly, so he got up and walked out of the room. Lupine
followed him.
“Many things have changed over the summer, huh?” werewolves
he asked as they climbed the stairs. Harry nodded and looked
that guy's.
"How are you, Remus? What have you
did it?" Ask with honest curiosity. New interest
on his former professor had appeared in his mind.
The werewolf looked surprised by the question
that's. "I can't complain" he said after a while.
"I didn't do much during the summer. A lot
purging. But the details you're gonna find out, once we get there
headquarters. I can't tell you more for now. "
They finally reached Harry's room. Remus without a word
commenting on the clutter of clothes, dust and pieces of paper. They collect
harry's belongings in silence and with Remus' help, all quickly
packed .
It wasn't until five minutes after they arrived downstairs, they
already allowed to leave. Sweep in hand, Harry follows Mad-Eye
exiting. He looked one last time at the house behind him and
then they left.
