The Master of Death

Chapter 5: Connections

"HARRY! Ron he's here."

"Let him breathe, Hermione," said Ron grinning

to the girl who tried to hug Harry with such force

so he could barely avoid falling to the ground. Hermione started

bombard him with questions.

“Oh shit Harry, is that a snake?” Ron interrupted, his blue eyes

widened.

Harry used this little breath to look at Ron and

Hermione. Although technically they were still the same person, both of them

not a friend he knew. Part of him is still angry

they, the memories of the useless letters echoed in his mind temporarily

others compare him to Ron and Hermione, they probably don't

it'll never end. A headache appeared behind his temples and Harry

forcing yourself to focus on the present moment. It's exhausting to track

his emotions every time. As he thought about what he could use as

reason to breathe air, something white flew from the closet and

landing on his free shoulder.

Harry's eyes widened. He almost forgot about it ...

"Hedwig!" Harry stroked the white owl, which

ignoring the snake wrapped around him and gracefully turned his head. Sizzling death.

Harry grinned at their behavior.

"He's acting very strange. We almost died, when

he's got your last papers. Look, Ron said and extended a hand

and showed him the deep wound on his finger. Only the opening

needed Harry.

"I'm sorry, but neither am I" Harry said after the attack

for a while, letting himself drown in his young mindset, which was far away

better prepared to deal with this situation. It was like sliding into a bathtub

hot water at the end of the day. Still, Harry did not feel the connection

same with them than he probably experienced a few weeks ago.

A faint memory of their relationship when she was older appears in

his mind, about Ron jokingly calling him the future brother-in-law.

It's strange to imagine Ginny and her as

pairings. He hadn't even kissed anyone at the time, though

his memory told him something different. Shame of mastering

everything when countless encounters with various

witches and witches rushed to the forefront of his mind. Harry could not

prevents blood from rinsing the skin. He was not even aware that men

it can also be an option.

Harry swallowed and focused on what was in the

ahead of him. He remembered this summer and Voldemort's resurrection vividly

and how much he hated her for a few weeks

last. While his anger now was only an echo of the taste

the frustration is old, maybe it's best not to pretend that this is

didn't happen.

"I was abandoned, rotting on Privet Drive for a long time

for weeks," he said coldly. Hermione and Ron paled. This

it seemed to scare them more, than if he had shouted and

some of Harry found himself amused. "I didn't do it.

expect a lot from Dumbledore. Did he really think, that

I won't notice being followed? "Nobody said a word

pun word. "But you guys .. I was expecting more from

you guys"

Somehow this turned into a loud scolding rather than

angry shouting.

"Harry, we're sorry, we wanted to tell you something, please,

really ... but Dumbledore let us swear-" Hermione cut it off.

"Oh, Dumbledore yes ..." Harry let those words

out of his tongue. The flickering of future knowledge adds a new layer

on memories this summer. While his past emotions do not seem to be

again having the same weight, Harry still seems to have the ability to

getting angry just by reviewing a few events from his current point of view.

"I was kidnapped in a supposedly safe environment, which leads to

voldemort's resurrection, see how Cedric was killed and Dumbledore was just

parked me on Privet Drive with no words of encouragement. There's no one

even mention the thing that is happening .... Dumbledore let you

swear, yeah. But there's a way to contact me, other than a letter or what you think

Voldemort's monitoring my phone calls now? "ask Harry sharply. With

relaxed movement, he sent Hedwig back to the closet, "I see

why You Do What You Do .

that this is fucked up. "

"Harry!" Hermione exclaimed after that pause

it was shocking, but Harry shook his head.

"I'm not thinking"

"We can explain what's going on. Really

dude, we didn't mean to hide anything from you" Ron interfered.

"Composed!" Hermione added as she looked

Harry stopped. He pondered. It doesn't hurt to polish

what the hell is going on.

"All right," said Harry. "Tell me

everything."

Twenty minutes later, Harry was sitting on the edge

sleep, facing Ron and Hermione who finally finish the whole story

them. They looked at him with twin expressions dominated by

a mixture of attention and hopeful anticipation. Harry hardly

say a word during their speech.

"I think I need some time to think about it," at last

he said out loud.

"Sure, mate," said Ron while Hermione

simultaneously starting with, "We can-" He stops and throws

he asked Ron. Harry stands.

"I think I'll see you when dinner's ready,"

harry said and turned around to leave the room. The last thing he heard

before the door behind him closed was Ron saying, "He just needs to

room, Mione ...

Harry walked down the stairs, massaging his temple

pulsating. It is exhausting to deal with so much

new information. Moreover, it was better if he kept his distance to

temporary time.

He had just reached the hallway on the first floor, when Kreacher

walk past. The fairy stopped and looked at Harry with

freaky. As Harry stared back, the house-elf turned and

go awayl. “Hah, what was that about?” He wondered in a loud voice.

" You once owned this house. Magic inside

this wall still recognizes you as Black, so does it

hers," said

Deaths. Harry became excited because he was fascinated. Apparently magic

always succeed in surprising him.

"Do you think he will

obey me?" Harry asked curiously.

"Maybe, but he's tied up

to another teacher."

"Sirius," murmured Harry, thoughts cursing in the

his mind was until he reached the front hall. He suddenly realized that

the portrait on the wall started to whisper.

"Parselmouth?"

"the old line of Slytherin-"

"-here, in the ancient house of Black-"

"honor, dark witch"

"-black?"

Harry did not even realize that he had slipped inside

that famous language. He could only catch a small part of it

the portrait conversation. Their occupants looked at him curiously.

Suddenly, he didn't know what to do. He doesn't know

which room was occupied and he had no interest in trying to listen

order Meeting. Somewhat lost, Harry sat down on the stairs

low, fatigue overwhelms him. His headache subsided and silence

it is a welcome distraction.

Without realizing it, he began to stroke the scales of the form of a Deathly reptile, he said,

when suddenly the weight turned into black fog and the snake vanished from the

her shoulder. Harry watched in amazement how it came to be

again and there was Death, back in its familiar form -

harry's own version is scary.

Death sat beside him and this attracted attention

Harrys. He swore that Death had made him a little more

tall. Maybe it was just the fact that he had chosen to sit in

the stairs above Harry ... Harry hummed while thinking. Possibly

both, he decided.

"What will you

do it, now you're here?" Death asked after a while. He sat still

eeriely.

"I don't know. Prevent the deaths of Remus, Tonks, Fred and

Sirius, I guess ... Maybe." He saw his thin hands. That

that's a good question. "Don't you get bored again?" Harry added

after a while. "Did not obey the wishes of one party if there is

a more interesting opportunity. It depends, I guess ..." He stopped

for a moment, his mind was fixed on the previous question before he raised

his head and looked at Death. " You don't always have to be with me, you

know. "

The creature looked at Harry before slowly extending out

her hands. The creature seemed curious about his own actions and

Harry froze when his hands came into contact with the skin

her head. Death carefully began combing Harry's hair with

his fingers. The creature surprisingly seemed trapped inside

this movement, was completely focused after it started. His eyes are pointing

Harrys. Because he also didn't know what to think, yet he

slowly he relaxed when touched.

His headache was bleeding like poison from an open wound and he

against the urge to lean there.

"Maybe not as

snake," Death

announced with her inhuman voice, which was surprisingly gentle and

Harry blinked lazily as his mind was pulled from the relaxed state he was in

a natural. Death was awkward in his movements, his behavior. Like one

the deer took its first steps. Regardless of the strangeness

those creatures - maybe just because of that - Harry couldn't resist

a smile.

He felt a strange vibration in his stomach, which he could not

place but suddenly there are steps in the distance and Death disappears

no traces.

A moment later the door on the other side of the room opened. Apparently

the meeting was over and people started to fill the front hall. A lot

of them shamelessly looked at Harry as they walked past him,

curious eyes stared at him from top to bottom. Some of them

nod in acknowledging before they leave - Harry prefers that one - which

others persist and speak in a soft voice so as not to disturb sleep

portrait of it.

Then Harry saw Snape.

The man died inside

the battle and - not too surprisingly - saw him alive

but still interesting .

The energy surrounding him was as unique as the energy of people

something Harry has seen so far. No swirl of playfulness,

there was no rough spike on his magic. Just a flat, stacked layer

meeting and all moving in different directions in almost

hypnotize. It seemed like his aura was split into various fields,

everything was blurry and just together it produced a dark vortex that

slowly moving around his body.

There were echoes of hatred and respect that Harry felt

against that guy. His clashing memories made it hard to put

that guy's.

He may have been a jerk as long as Harry knew him, but he didn't

could deny that he owed Snape his life. At least version

his future self.

How could that man survive as long as he was so

impresses. Snape made it through the narrow line between life and death as

spies. Even Voldemort did not know about Severus' betrayal.

Sometimes Harry thought, even Dumbledore didn't know

where is the man's true loyalty. Is that Harry's mother who's been

died on?

What motivation? Love, the desire for revenge or

just good and bad feelings by yourself? If there is any alternative other than

Dumbledore, will Snape still choose the path he's on now?

Snape was a mystery and Harry put his chin on top

his folded hands as he watched the man closely. Will

pulling where his path would lead if he made some decisions

be different.

His former Professor snorted in disdain, when he saw Harry

on the stairs and rushing past him, a black robe billowed, as if all of this existed

beneath it.

　

　

Harry nodded. Despite all the appeal, there is still

the factor that Snape didn't like him that much he had to deal with.

The corner of Harry's mouth twitched in amusement. At least, he won't

having problems with potions again. The lessons he did

the twenty-four year old is certainly an advantage.

In the end only Remus, Tonks and Mrs Weasley were left in

front hall. Tonks and Remus lock the door miraculously, while Mrs

Weasley approached Harry.

"Harry, baby.

Will you call the others? The meeting is over and dinner is over

ready," he whispered, "Fred and George should be on one floor

over your room and Ron." Harry nodded and would turn around when he

hearing 'clonk' loud .

Tonks has dropped the umbrella holder.

With a bang, Madam Black's portrait curtain opened, and a shout

also began.

Tonks apologizes repeatedly, but curses Mrs Black

too loud, for him to be heard. "I'm sorry - "

"YOUNGBLOODS! SCUMS!"

"the second time I fell for this"

Mrs Weasley rushed out of the room, into the basement,

most likely seeking help.

"DIRTINESS-"

Tonks clumsily took the place of the umbrella.

"-very sorry"

"-SULLYING THE HOUSE OF MY ANCESTORS!"

When Harry moved

to stay at Grimmauld Place, Madame Black is the same bitch

as always. Even when Kreacher obeyed him, he would still

screaming and yelling as if she was being tortured when some "m udblood “brave

crossing Hall.

Harry had been looking for a way to erase the portrait. Him

been searching Black's library for weeks. There's a curse

over the curse, but no one can help him with that task. Him

even read a dry tome, which tells about education and

pure blood behavior, just because there are notes written in it by

some members of the Blacks family.

But apart from a few spells to seal the wedding,

binding a contract and some curses to 'discipline' the brat, he

didn't find anything. He gave up after reading "Master and

The noble-blooded mistress - an appropriate representation of the family" for

third time.

Harry doesn't trust himself with the use of

Fiendfire was only to destroy that damn thing, so he reluctantly

accept that he must accept it.

But one day - during one of his shouting sessions - Harry

remember that Kreacher has spoken to the portrait, even accepting

some command. He should be able to behave normally. Maybe he could

persuading Madam Black to stop just by talking to her.

To his great surprise, it worked. Probably not

as he had imagined, but after that incident, his screams had been

reduced to a slow scolding and a chosen insult with

good. But at this moment, he was still shouting and very loudly. Pain

at the temple Harry acted once more. He gritted his teeth because

frustrations.

And then when he started yelling, "Bags

worthless! HALF! THE BLOOD! FREAKS-" Harry stood up and turned around to

facing the witch who disturbed it.

"PATHUETIS!" Harry shouted back

to him. Surprised she shut up, when she treated him with

the same courtesy he gave them. "SHAME ON

YOU ARE! YOU ARE FANCY FOR A BLACK HOUSE! SHOUTING LIKE SOMEONE TIME WHO DOESN'T

KNOW HOW TO OWN HER! YOU CAN BE SPAWN OF A

MUGGLES!" Still standing on the stairs, it was easy for Harry to

stared at him. Treatment she does not appreciate at all.

"DARE WHAT YOU-" she roared, but Harry

cut it.

"ME ?! WHAT DARE I AM !? HOW DARE YOU

RESPECT YOUR HOUSE BY SUING HIM IN FRONT OF HIS GUESTS! HOW MUCH

FAR AWAY THE BLACK HOUSE HAD FALLEN BY CALLING ONE OF THEIR OWN!

HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN YOUR EDUCATION JUST BECAUSE BECAUSE YOU ARE NOW

PORTRAIT ?! YOU ARE NO LONGER THE HEAD OF THE HOUSE! IT'S NOT YOUR BUSINESS COMING IN ANYMORE! KNOW

YOUR PLACE, WITNESS! " he's done.

Everyone looked at him.

Harry gasping was the only sound

disrupts silence.

Walburga Black has left her frame, a dark empty room

and the other portraits look pretty embarrassed. He might come back, but

now this is enough.

Silence finally. With a small satisfied grin, Harry walked over

down the rest of the stairs.

Remus looked at Harry, seemingly surprised to do anything and

tonks' mouth is wide open.

A movement in the corner of his eye caught Harry's attention and

when he turned around, he found himself face to face with Sirius

Black is confused.

"A-I really don't know what to say,"

sirius said, half surprised and half smirked. "I guess I

should have brought you here years ago."

Harry's mind was empty. He could only see the godfather

suddenly he looked much younger. When he became an Auror, Harry had been in a relationship

loose friendship with the older colleagues of Sirius.

from Harry, who sees Sirius as a father figure while others try

matching the hazy memories of the deadly veil with the man he faced.

The bewildering personality in his mind clashed once again and because

focus on the present instead of trying to match memories with

people have turned out to be a good coping mechanism so far, though,

Harry went on to do just that.

Which turned out to be another revelation. Just like Remus,

Sirius looked younger to Harry, but Sirius, he was - well-looking. Him

thin and unwell-looking, probably due to years in Azkaban, but

Harry could see the person who had attracted him first. Even now the roughness

it did not detract from its attractiveness and the grin on Sirius' face could almost

described as naughty.

"how about

' Hey'," said Harry, grinning

widths. Somehow it is now easier to ignore the inside

he wants to be humiliated by the sexual notion that Harry's part

the elder could reconcile with this man in front of him, but it had a slight red hue

still covers his collar. Maybe Death is right. Those lines

really starting to run away.

Sirius looked up and laughed. His black hair is broken

graceful on his shoulders. "Yes, that would definitely be the beginning" he said

chuckling, his dark eyes shone with excitement, "Hello

Harry," he said, and suddenly Harry found himself surrounded by two

muscular arms, musky scent of sweat, dust and alcohol on his nose

Sirius pulled him into a hug.

That's not .. not fun.

Harry stroked the back of his godfather's bone, when he could

feeling the dark presence of Death suddenly surge. Like the scent of flowers

toxic that seeps into the room. Dark and unpleasant, sweet

the sickly with the cold of the ice spread on the wall. Harry

feeling a sharp emotion stab in his chest and he pulled back with a pull

a sharp breath.

Harry held back before he could rub his chest with

instinct, the sensation of foreign emotions is so physical that he wants to relieve the pain

from outside. The others stood up, not quite knowing what had happened, but,

confused about their unease despite the presence of Death having shrunk

it became a darkness looming in one corner.

Harry's eyes found

the angle and with glare that hopefully conveys the meaning of,

" What the fuck is this ?!" and "We

going to talk about this!", he reduced his presence

it became a faint shadow, although he was meticulously aware of the heavy feeling

the one weighing down on his stomach, it was not his own.

Sirius cleared his throat and Harry's head returned to his godfather.

The other magical auras had shrunk, tightly pulling their bodies

as if hiding from the creature, they felt hiding there

moment before.

It also caused Harry, for the first time, to notice

sirius' aura carefully. It was still interesting and Harry asked

himself is there anything comparable to the ability that has been

he develops. Didn't Dumbledore ever say that every magic

leave traces? But the old Headmaster never mentioned

that it is something that is visible, nor is it attached to people

that strong.

Sirius' magic is dark, like Remus's. But where is Remus

quietly hiding - perfectly restrained, magic Sirius has

the crazy excellence. It was wild and wild like a storm. Whirlabout

moving in an unpredictable pattern and strangely seeming to poke

everything within his reach.

But it seems like there's something wrong with that. Energy edge

fringed, its strands flowed into the surroundings as if it had just been

leaky. Harry frowned. Magic should not be lost so

just. It can be locked, of course. Concentrated on the mantra

using his energy to change things. He looked in the direction where

he suspected Death was still hiding, but this time he wasn't so sure

that the cause is this banishment. He looked around the room,

his eyes scanned the furniture until suddenly there was something

clicked. Not just one thing, the entire room seemed to absorb

the miracle! Butwhy?

Sirius has regained his causal trust and grin

it appeared on his face. This whole moment has passed in just a few

seconds so it is not surprising if it is easily ignored.

“Come, let's go down, before he comes back,” he said while nodding

towards his mother's painting, it shows the empty space usually occupied by

Mrs Black. Sirius held Harry's shoulder and led him to the door to the room

underground. Harry ignored the needle that was piercing in his stomach as he

following his godfather, while the presence of Death crawled like a feather

piggies. Remus quickly caught up with them, while Tonks rushed over

take a long step. Her hair is back as bright as

preceding.

But Harry didn't care about them. He's too trapped

in trying to understand why the house seems to be draining energy

Sirius. His eyes were observing the moldy wallpaper as the magic edge of the man who

fraying flows into the throbbing wall.

"I know this isn't the prettiest house" Dad said

his baptism, misinterpreted Harry's thoughtful expression. "I am too

would rather live somewhere else ..." Harry slowed his pace

as they approached the door on the other side of the hall.

"I was just wondering" said Harry, "If

the miracle of a person can be connected to a house." Sirius looked at him

wonderingly.

"Mhm, many old families have tied magic

they're going places. It's not common anymore. Dark-blooded things, if

you understand what I mean." Sirius stopped and his eyes looked

wall. "It could last decades ..."

"Actually it's quite interesting," Remus suddenly interjected. "how

your News? Are you connected to the house?"

His yellow eyes shone with curiosity and Tonks tried

passing his shoulders to participate in the conversation.

Sirius turned to face them, pushing his hand to the ground

in the pocket of his worn jeans. He shrugged his shoulders ...

"I guessed it. Already

long time since I thought about it. Family history - very boring

if you ask me." A smile appeared on Sirius' face and

his eyes glowed in the distance. "Missing those lessons

more than once. I got a hard hit after that ..." Him

shook his head and then his eyes were fixed on Remus. "But

overall it's worth it. I never found a club in Oxford

Street contrary. " Something flashed across Lupin's face and smile

Sirius widened, the lines of laughter under his eyes accentuating the expression

riantly. "You know," Sirius said, "Former cinema,

the place you tried to penetrate"

"Alright," Remus cut him off and raised his hand,

"That's enough story for today!"

"You can't let us hang in

there!" Tonks intercepted and Sirius watched in amusement how

Remus squirmed under his appearance. "What he tried

a skewer?" Tonks insisted and with a grin Harry jumped to his aid. "Yeah,"

he said as he looked at Lupin with a similarly amused expression, "Tell me

us!"

Sirius had already opened his mouth but Remus jumped in

preceded him. "Sirius, I'm the professor! At least let

I left this situation with pride. Fifteen years old, for

God."

"You're not much older"

"Sirius!"

"Good." Sirius rolled his eyes. Tonks

stand up, filled with curiosity.

"Why don't we get back to the topic

before?" Remus asked and Sirius sighed, but

pursuant to.

"If I remember it correctly, I might hold

ward, because I am the head of the house. There are some spells that you can

I reactivated it, which would remind me of an intruder, but maybe it was

the kind of magic that Dumbledore wouldn't do was so appreciative and

how I heard it was not very pleasant either. Besides, who

who knows if the spell still works after all this time .... "

"But it's an impressive defensive magic" continued

Lupine. "Is there a channel that leads from the outer wall to the guard

or how does it work?"

"I don't know. I just remember that this is more of a

spell system. They were locked on the wall in a certain way. Maybe I am

should have paid more attention to that part." Sirius jerked

his head towards his mother's painting. "Who knows if I can

get rid of that thing now if I have."

Remus turned to look at the wall, his hand sliding over

old wallpaper. "You don't mind, do you?" her

he asked Sirius from behind his shoulder. He shook his head.

"Well." Yeah."

Harry joins the werewolves in his quest. Him

close his eyes, and let his fingers back to the surface. Sorceries

singing under his fingertips.

"HE stabbed WHAT? With safety pins ?!" Voices

Tonk pulls Harry out of his duties and is like Remus he is

turn around. Apparently Sirius and the metamorphmagus had resumed the conversation

preceding.

Sirius raised his hand to hold on. "You

didn't say that I couldn't tell him."

Remus pinched his nose while sighing. A moment later

he looked at Tonks with a flat expression. "That didn't hold. This

bleeding like hell. And it gave me a free drink last night. Can we

saying this problem is over now?"

Tonks looked at him with wide eyes before he shook

his head and grin slowly appeared on his face. "That's all that

I want to know" he announced. "Actually, I'm impressed

with Remus. There seems to be another side to you."

Suddenly Harry could see how Sirius and he were

relate.

"Oh yes," added his godfather in a tone of voice that

same. "Moony here is really stubborn. You know, an

kali-"

"I suggest you shut up, Sirius. I know more

more embarrassing stories to tell about you than anyone else,

believe me."

"Look," said Sirius, nudging Tonks on the shoulder,

"Openly blackmailing me in front of you. Insurrectionist

true."

Remus sighed and turned around. Harry shared a view

amused by Sirius, whose attention is immediately demanded by his cousin

whispered another question into his ear, so Harry turned around once more

to see Remus, who was inspecting the wall, muttered a spell while

he knocked it with his wand.

Harry watched him for another second before he diverted

his attention was to the pulsating ward that drew Sirius' magic.

There was the spell of fidelius, the humming protector of Dumbledore

continuously, like a thin blanket that covers what is on

beneath it. That's what attracted Harry. This spell network,

intertwined like a tree root, flowing through the house like a vein.

He was faintly aware of the approaching presence of Death as

extend your hand to shift through the layers of protection

be different. Harry ignored the feeling behind his head that told him to

to let him go. It was a suggestive emotional impulse

pushed towards him, yet nothing like the horcruxes had been

dominated his mind for so long. But the topic discussed too

interesting to leave it alone.

Blood magic is fickle. Harry doesn't know much about

that was, nothing more than what Aurors taught daily during training

them.

He pressed his entire palm onto the wallpaper

cracking, blown away how he felt the individual branches branching through

masonry, floor and door. It should not be possible, but ....

They touched him, not his body but his energy. The aura itself

he only realized now. Like a string of seaweed, they were lazily

touch her when she checks it.

Harry hummed while thinking. If Black really

binding their protection to the blood ...

Wards made to survive must be earthed. More

liked through runes, Bill once told him. That's how much

many ancient witch societies protected their tombs. But without

that, they'll bleed out. No different than them now

cast Sirius' magic.

Then Harry finds the environment he's been feeling since

early on. The most insistent, hungry one calls for attention.

Come to think of it, it should be a warning

his first. The second, as the presence of Death surged as he

reached out to poke one of the wards that felt like a forest

swamps.

It clicked in Harry's brain. No one ever

lived in this house for years. They slowly decay

no one is holding them back. The ward tried to recuperate and

succeeds. Slowly but successfully. They feed off energy

people connected to them.

Satisfied Harry tried to pull back to question Sirius

did he know more about this topic, but he suddenly discovered

that he can't either.

His hands did not leave the wall. Like hats

a stabbing spell glued it.

"Um, do a little help here" said Harry from behind

her shoulder. He felt a strange sensation, like something was exciting

its stomach. Angrily he gritted his teeth. Like leeches, like,

the ward attached itself to his magic and he was stupid enough to

enabling it. Pain began. The needle seemed to enter through

his palm, walked through his arm as he tried to pull

come back with more power.

Remus stopped and looked at her confusedly, as well as

othersmore.

Meanwhile Harry started to feel a little dizzy and he tried

let go. "I'm stuck" he pressed with gritted teeth. Giddings

from the ward turned more insistent and anger was slowly replaced

by fear.

"What ..." Lupin started but he fell silent.

A worried expression appeared on Sirius' face and he picked up

a few steps towards him, Tonks was right behind him.

The stars were dancing before Harry's eyes now exhausted

spread throughout his body. "Merlin help us" said

Remus. His voice sounded as if he was underwater. With

with thick eyelids, Harry followed Lupin's yellow gaze and met

with the sight of his own hand slowly sinking into the wall,

black tendrils like tar rose into his veins, already covering his fingertips.

The heat pain was now swearing all over

his body. The inside of his body was flipped outward and Harry felt

his muscles spasm in a futile attempt to hold anything that

sucked out of him. His feet became weak. Fire licks vessels

his blood. Then the presence of Death surrounded him like a blanket

thick, muffling the pain and fear slowly flowed out

from her. It was strangely entertaining.

Harry forced himself to take a trembling breath.

"I'm here Harry

..." A voice

hoarse whispered into his ear. "Don't be afraid ..."

His vision went dark.

Then there's no.

"Are you

felt it?" Voices

death echoed in his mind. It was everywhere, its presence

it enveloped itself, deep and dark like an ocean. And is it dark, though,

wasn't he? He doesn't know.

Ice can also burn like fire if it is enough

chilly. Pure and alluring it flooded his body, promising sleep

peace and peace are like the sweetest poison. And then it's ice cold

like a knife, so sharp that you don't even feel it coming in

until late. Unimaginable with all his strength. Him

he felt the space inside him being taken away by him. Death exists

everywhere, there is no end and no beginning. No one said

where he started and it ended. Harry drowned, but he was very

I want to drown deeper. It was beautiful and horrible and she

enjoyed it.

Then, his heart started beating again, and his magic came back,

it crept lazily and foreign, coating itself like a new layer of skin.

　

　

Harry's lungs are burning. He sat down at once while he was with

excitedly inhaling the air that turned into a cough. As if his body

hit by a freight car. He was breathing and breathing, but he didn't

getting enough air. Something is missing. He felt empty and teary

the ones flowing in his eyes were no longer just caused by the expansion of his lungs

which is irregular. Without his consent consciously, his hands were immersed

self to his chest, clasping a worn-out cloth on his shirt, just

feeling the skin where he was so sure something had been removed

from her. His fingers began to tingle.

Harry gasps.

With invisible eyes he gazed into the void, a feeling of loss

the terrifying one dominated his mind. Dust particles dancing in

the front and the blurry shape of his old sneakers are on a colorless carpet

begin forming. He blinked and drew a black feather at the train station

white flashed behind his eyelids. And when he opened it again,

his eyes were instantly fixed on the black snake curled up at the side

his thigh. Before he even realized what he was doing, Harry grabbed onto him

the creature and relief flooded over him, the pain in his chest felt

although he could still feel where he had stuck his nails into his skin.

Only then did he realize that he was sitting in the middle

the front hall, looked down upon by the anxious faces of Remus, Sirius and Tonks.