The Master of Death

Chapter 8: Lessons on the Soul

Death befell Harry after they closed the door. Lume

almost extinguished but even in the dim light, Harry could still see with

real well.

Sirius and Remus were together once. That was

something he doesn't know. Harry wondered if they

had the same conversation in his first life here.

And Tonks mentions that he reminds her of

Moody's. That's catchy. And funny. Harry would never

comparing himself to the rude Auror. She doesn't even

consider that one could see a change in the way he or she brings

itself. After all, he barely realized that he was

doing so.

　

　

He was always observant in his own way. And not realizing

other things. But war has changed him a lot. It may be true that

he's acting like Moody. On the run for a year when they

hunting horcruxes has made him paranoid. And years after that, he

still trying to run away from the so-called various fans. Already become

the habit of scanning his surroundings. And the way an Auror walks is drilled

into Harry from the first day of his training.

Not that people who have lived during the years of government

Voldemort needs a lot of help. Always keep the stick

near, ready to fend off the curse is everyday life for

them. But Harry has to admit that he may be starting to falter a bit

in his attitude after he quit his job as

Aurors. Coming here had made him fall into his old habit

as if it was the easiest thing in the world. Harry suspected that Death was also

it has something to do with it. At that thought, he turned to the creature

who watched him in silence.

"I think, you might

want to know some of the advantages that come with turning into a master

me," said

Death after a while.

"You mean, I can do it myself? Dissolve into

shadows, walking through the door?" Harry asked in surprise.

"Yes. But maybe it needs

training to do it yourself."

An idea formed in Harry's head. He needs to find

strategies for his experiments and if he keeps practicing moves like this

then this is the perfect opportunity. Death grinned as if he

I know what Harry is planning. Harry grinned back and Death

he closed his fingers on Harry's wrist.

"Come on. Try."

Harry focused and tried to recall the feeling when it was a little bit of a pulse

the pulse and the pull on his chest reminded him of Death. He let

he was pulled into a dark embrace and then, he felt himself melting

and turned into shadows and darkness again.

He reappeared in a dark room three floors above the room

underground. That might be a lesson once, or a library

personal. Harry hadn't really explored this room until he

he moved to Grimmauld Place in his twenties.

Here he had been looking for a solution to the Madam's portrait problem

Black's. There were cobwebs on the ceiling, walls, and shelves. Dust

it's really everywhere. The room will be cleaned as ordered

between summer and Christmas, but this time it hasn't arrived. Deaths

let go of his arm, and Harry stepped into the room. She saw

some books that were long lost when he lived in this house.

The book - if Mrs Weasley had known it - would have been removed

weeks ago, before curious kids could

found him. Thanks Merlin Fred and George may be too busy spying

order to pay more attention to this room. Death followed

Harry silently, but unlike him, the creature does not

leaving footprints in the dusty ground.

　

　

Harry walked

passing the first two shelves. He knew exactly which book he was looking for. If he

lucky it's still in the same place. He stopped in front of the third shelf and

look at the books close to the floor. Harry cleared the dust

those old books. Therehewas. Printed with old silver letters on the skin

black is the title of the book. "Mr and Madam are bleeding

nobility - an appropriate representation of the family"

Harry grinned for his luck, but the next one would be more

intricately.

There was another thick book he needed. Last time he was

found it in a pile of books in the corner, but right now it's all still there

shelf. Harry had probably read half of the book here thanks to the screams

Madame Black and her boredom, but where is the book she's looking for? Heads

Harry flinched to the door when the sound of a step muffled and a voice reached

hers.

　

　

"... is sneaking .. the old .. only the master.

Kreacher can hear - .. dirty twins, blood traitors and scoundrels

they-I ... Kreacher's gonna look"

Harry turned around when he heard the hoarse voice of death.

"You're looking for that

here," he said

and take out the book from the shelf across the room.

"Let's go" whispered Harry. He can hear the knobs

the door is turned and Harry tries to reach for the bond between him and Death. Feelings

familiar connect them and suddenly it is the easiest thing to

disappear into the shadows.

Harry saw how Death faded away too and then he

found himself back in his bed, right next to the creature,

with two books on his lap. Harry looked at Death who was grinning.

"You did it with

okay," said

people and echoes of warm feelings that are not his own fulfill

himself.

Harry smiled and he leaned over to hide

books under his bed. "I thought I was going to try to sleep

now," he said. Death looked at him with an expression that could not

he read, but then the creature turned into a snake again and Harry did not

could have wondered about it any longer.sitting on his chest and Harry

smilingly. A fuzzy feeling on Death protection appeared and warmed him up

right where that bond connects it to the creatures that settle in

her chest. "Good night" Harry whispered as he stroked the snake.

As it turns out, even though you don't need to sleep, wake up anyway

not as fun as usual.

When George had applied to their room, Harry was almost

just cursing him instinctively. He pointed his wand at

the red head was before he realized who it was. After George

announced that breakfast was ready and that Mrs Weasley wanted to start

cleaning the living room after that, he disappeared quickly.

 Ron groaning. "It's going to be hell. Spaces

the guest is the largest room here! You won't believe how dirty it is

this house. You may think you know it but this dust is not even

half of it" said Ron. Then he looked at Harry as if he wasn't

sure if he could talk to her like that and if she was still angry.

"I know," Harry and Ron replied

reassured.

 "You can go to the bathroom first, I'll stay in

here," Ron yawned, "Just five more minutes ..“

Harry thought that it was not a bad idea to brush his teeth

and go to the bathroom. As he walked through the dark passageway, he

remembering something.

Living room ... Now, the Slytherin locket should still be around

just there. Harry wasn't sure what to do about the horcruxes

that's. He didn't really think about it. Should he let her

just like? Harry locked the door and walked to the sink. Even

the fern looked like a snake. While he brushed his teeth, Harry

looking at Death through its shadow. The creature was sitting on the edge

bathtub in human form. Surprisingly, he felt attached to the creature

that's. Often, he finds himself searching for the creature with his eyes,

only to feel a wave of relief roll over him when the creature

it's still there.

Just when Harry was spitting and was rinsing his toothbrush, he,

an inhuman voice echoed throughout the room once again.

“What do you think?”  The creature asked.

Harry grunting. "Can't you read

my thoughts?" He asked and turned around after putting down his toothbrush.

"I can, "the creature admits with

lightweight. " But I prefer to talk

with you ..."

Harry stared at Death who was looking at him openly,

consider what to say.

"I'm thinking horcruxes" Harry finally

start, "I don't know what to do ... Should I take it

just any? But with everyone in the room, it would be hard to remain not

watch," Harry pondered. Death only grinned. That creature

gracefully stretched out his arm and opened his closed fist. And in

death's palm there's that pendant. He turned his hand and when the palm

his hands were facing down, the pendant had vanished.

Harry looked at her with his mouth open.

"You can call him

also."

"But isn't it prevented from every

a summoning?" Harry finally asked after he got back

her voice. "At least a human summoning, after all, this

is horcrux ..."

"The factor should be

makes it easier to find it. There's a piece of soul inside anyway."  Death crosses the wrist

his feet and continued, "And as I was

say, you are no longer just a human being. You can call any object

You want, as long as you know where it is. With a little practice.

The horcruxes here should be easy enough to summon because of the soul piece in the

it is connected to you and you know where it is. "

"Horcrux is inside me" said Harry

bewildered. So, he could call every horcrux, whenever he

want. It doesn't even matter where the protection or environment of an object is

be in. Harry grinned. It makes everything easier.

"Want to try it

by yourself?"

Harry nodded. "Good." He pushed

himself from the sink. "What should I do?"

"Close your eyes."

"Focused. Feel."

Harry narrowed his eyes at Death from under the fur

his eye. "Wow. Thank you very much for the detailed instructions,"

said cynical.

Death is still

smirked. "You haven't even tried it yet."

Harry nodded. "Well," he said and closed

eyes again. He tried to do as Death commanded

to him. Focus on the Horcruxes. He knows where it is and he doesn't

it is too difficult to imagine it in a glass box in the living room. Wrinkles

it appeared on his face. Nothing happened.

" No

focus on the object. Focus on what's there. What is connected with

You," Death raspy right in Harry's ear. Harry

shivering nearby and he wants to reach out, touching the creature, but

then he took a breath and focused on that horcrux.

"You should know, that

every soul wants to be whole .." whispered death. It makes something click inside

harry's Mind. He did not try to imagine the locket again. Instead, he

trying to find a piece of soul in it. his own head. Part

connect with Voldemort. And in the depths of his mind, he

found him. And he felt it.

Strange and familiar at the same time. In his previous life,

he had never realized the part of the soul that was intertwined with him and now

so prominent that he had no idea how he could miss that

it's right there. There is a pull ...one that stands out the most, but there are others. And

then he found what he was looking for. When he opened his eyes, Harry knew

exactly where the locket was and what he had to do. It's like

unintentional miracles as a child or manifest. That intention must

there is and determination to get it. Harry felt his magic gathering in

around his hand and then, suddenly, the magic was there. Pendants

Slytherins. The dark and alluring was pulsing in his hand.

Harry stared at the sparkling horcrux in his hand in an echo

terrible of living creatures. He felt an incredible sadness

washing it and puzzled he looked up and his eyes found the Death

staring at the horcrux in his hand with a puzzled expression.

"Hei Death, what happened to the other Horcruxes, which

it's in the ring?" Harry asked, only for the creature to stop

act strange. She doesn't like it.

"It has joined

with the other part." Death extended his hand once more but did not open

his fist this time. Unnatural light emerged from it. Harry

gasping to see its beauty.

 "Is it .. soul?" Harry remembered

how he stabbed Tom Riddle's diary, but he couldn't

connect it with what Death showed him.

"That piece." The light disappeared, as Death opened

her hands. It's gone. He looked at Harry and then

that locket. "Nothing really disappears, but not much

can get back what's lost."

"Sometimes you're really cryptic" said Harry and

turning his eyes towards Death. The creature just grinned, but

Harry guessed that he understood what Death wanted him to know. Him

look at the locket and collect a bit of its magic. But the horcruxes

not lost. Eliminating and juggling it again seems beyond value

his pay.

"Let me," said Death. Softly

he took the locket out of Harry's hand. Harry's palm

tingling in the place where it was touched by the creature's fingers. When

Death closed his fingers around the pendant, the pendant was gone.

"And can you take it again?" Harry

inquiring. Death grinned and as he opened his palm

the other, the horcrux was hanging from that long chain.

"You're done?"

Harry's head jerked towards the door. The voice of Ron

muffled disappeared on the other side. Harry's eyes blinked back

Deaths. The locket had vanished from his hands.

"Yeah, come" Harry answered from over his shoulder

hurriedly dried his hands on the towel before he opened the door.

He shared an awkward nod with Ron as they passed by

to each other and then to their rooms. Death followed without

a voice while Harry was stuck in his mind.

In just three days he'll hear it. Harry is enough

be confident about the outcome, but go there just to turn on

going back to what he was going through sounded a bit boring. Maybe this trial

a chance to spice things up a little.

He needs to write

some letters. Today is Saturday. His trial was conducted on

on Thursday. He just needs a few more days. Harry grinned

when he entered his bedroom. Boredom often comes with

the advantage of having a lot of time. And

fortunately, it was not only Hermione who could read. Harry should consult

with the dry books from Black's library again, but hopefully it's

commensurate.

Unknowingly, Harry fills Hedwig and Pigwidgeon's bowl with

the water, an empty portrait on the wall breathed softly, as Ron returned to the room.

"Come on, let's get off, or I'll pick us up

by yourself."

They dressed themselves quickly - well - Ron

doing so. Harry slept in his clothes. He wears

new shirt and then they head down, Death once again in

his snake form hid half under his shirt. Ron looked at the snake

black is suspicious.

"When did you get it?" She asked.

"A few weeks ago" said Harry

stroking Death. A normal snake may not like to be carried along

time, but Death seems to enjoy it.

"What's his name?" Ron asked with curiosity

know.

"Um" Harry

almost stopped at the surprising question. There's no one yet

ask him that. He couldn't really tell her that

he called his snake 'Death' ,

wasn't he? "Muram" said Harry after a while. That

probably suitable. Ron scrunched up his mottled nose as he

I saw the black snake. "You call your snake Grim ?! Isn't that

little ... exaggerated?" he asked as they went down the stairs.

Harry shrugged his shoulders. "Maybe." Him

hold a grin on the irony of Death named after the omen of death.

"Is it venomous?" Ron asked with a taste

curious.

"Actually, I don't know."

"You don't know? And then you just took her

?!” Ron exclaimed in surprise, "You kept it in the room

with me! All night!"

"Well, I guess I can always ask him," said

Harrys. From the corner of her eyes, she noticed that Madam Black had

back to his body but he did not meet his gaze.

 "Please" said Ron. Harry looked

Deaths.

"okay?"

"I could be if

you want," snake

the black hissed, baring its fangs.

"I take that as a yes," murmured

Ron. His face had lost a bit of color and he shuddered.

"Well, yeah, but he's not gonna do anything,"

said Harry.

"Not going to do anything" Ron muttered without

wake up and shake his head.

On the way to the kitchen they meet Ginny

while heading up, her red hair was tied to a ponytail and there was a dust stain on it

her cheek.

"You better hurry, I'm already stressed" he said

while walking past them. Ron snorted something he could not

it was understandable before he opened the door to the kitchen with a creaking sound.

Sirius sat at the table, in front of him a cup of coffee. Him

he seemed to be in a bad mood, staring at his cup with a grim expression.

"Morning. Where is Remus?" Harry

inquiring. Sirius raised his head while Ron walked to the shelf to

take some plates.

"Order order. Dumbledore called him in the middle of the night,

it has to do with werewolves."

"He can never stop them from following

Voldemort," said Harry and sat down beside his godfather.

"Why is that?" Sirius asked and shifted in

his seat to face Harry with a somewhat interested expression.

"Well, there might be some groups and some others

who didn't want to get involved" Harry theorized, "They'll stay neutral

as long as they can. They won't follow Voldemort and certainly won't

But most of them would at least consider supporting

dark side. Because unlike ministry, Voldemort can give them

something they've always wanted and he doesn't seem to be abusing

their trust. "

"What could they possibly want?" Ron

mentioning with disdain as he sat beside Harry, pushing

a plate with scrambled eggs and some toast

to him. Sirius' gaze pierced Ron.

"He promised them acceptance" said

Harrys. "Place among the witches without hiding or fear

hunted. Of course he didn't think too much about werewolves and them

no stupid. Not everything is Greyback. He and his flock are

the only one who actively supported Voldemort in

the raids, but there is always the possibility that Voldemort is keeping to what

as he promised, "Harry continued.

Ron's eyes widened. "But there is not yet

raids," he argued.

"However," answered Harry with a sharp grin at

her lips. “No one really believes that Voldemort has

revert. This factor has both good and bad sides. On one hand, there is nothing

it would be ready if he decided to attack, but on the other hand it hasn't been much

the dead. He has power over his followers and their actions.

But suppose it becomes common knowledge when he returns- "

"He had no reason to prevent them from killing

everyone in his path," Sirius finished, a dark expression in

her face. In silence, they began to eat and Sirius took a sip

the coffee.