Disclaimer- I don't own Harry Potter or twilight, no money is made off this story.

Authors note- Didyme, was not killed by Aro, she was never Marcus's mate. But as it stands this is a Harry/Aro/Caius/Marcus, don't like? Then don't read!

Chapter 1

Long matted black hair, dull tried green eyes. Skin so pale that the veins were standing out against his skin, skin that had once been a healthy colour was now a sickly pale colour, it looked as if all of the life had been drained out of him. In some ways that was true and in others it was far worse, he couldn't die and couldn't age. It was a curse this, why would anyone want to be the 'master' of death? It was a horrible fate and he now knew that, he hadn't wanted it then and he still didn't want it now. Yet death would never take his soul and they both knew that, after all why would death take the soul of his only friend?

Tired green eyes looked around his small cell, after the war he had been cast out. They no longer needed him, which had been fine with him until they had called him the next Dark Lord, he stifled a snort. Did he look like he wanted to take over the wizarding world? He had enough of them and their ways, their bigoted views and stifling ways, ways that had allowed more than one Dark Lord to rise to power, all he had wanted to do was be left alone. But that hadn't been possible, he laid down on his cot and wondered why all this had happened.

He had been living with the muggles, he had wanted to get away from the wizarding world, he was tired of it. So he had moved to the muggle world and was shocked and confused when the aurors had broken down his front door and dragged him for a trial that he had no knowledge about even though the trial was a fake and everyone in the courtroom knew it, it had been a show, his defence had been paid by the ministry although he didn't have any proof Harry knew that he had been, in the end he had been sentenced to the rest of his life here. Azkaban.

Anyone who had protested had been quickly silenced, either by money or by death, his friends had tried rest their souls they had. But it hadn't been enough, so here he was celebrating his 100th year inside of this cell, they had tried to call upon him several times. They had tried to offer him things, like his freedom back. But each time he had rejected them, he had no desire to be a weapon for them again, he hadn't even like it the first time. Even that hadn't been his own choice or even his own desire, but rather the choice and desire of an old man. An old man who had wanted a golden weapon, that would look up to him, that would worship the ground that he walked on.

"Hello Master."

Tried green eyes moved towards the shadowy figure that was stood in the corner of his cell, Death. The whole reason that he couldn't die, and he had tried so many times but each time he came back to life. He still had the scars as proof for each attempt, his whole body was a patchwork of scars and fresh wounds. Wounds that had been made by the wardens, that was if they could be called that. Most of them were worse than the witches and wizards inside of the small cells of Azkaban, and that was saying something considering the witches and wizards inside of these cells had committed some of the worst crimes in the wizarding world, more than half of them abused their power, they enjoyed making the prisoners beg for things such as food and clothes. They had tried to do it to him, but he hadn't been broken enough, and he still wasn't no matter how long he spent in this cell he wasn't going to break.

"Death."

Death gave his master a smile, he knew how tired he was. He had also known about each attempt that his master had done, but since he had 'mastered' death he couldn't die, he couldn't age. His master was stuck at the age of 21, he had stopped aging 4 years after the war. It was the least he could do, he had been so angry when he had found out that someone had mastered the hallows, had managed to collect them all.

But his master wasn't like the others, he hadn't wanted to be immortal, hadn't wanted to stay unchanging and un-aging, he had looked through his master's life and had been shocked by what he saw, after all who would willingly walk into the arms of death? It was why it had been so easy for him not to have a master, because everyone was afraid of death. That was until Harry, the one person that walked willingly into his arms.

He had been free for so many years, and he was happy that he had been free but then Harry had came. The one man who had willingly walked into his arms as if they were old friends, the one person that he had met that wasn't afraid of him. Death had been so furious at first one of the first times that he had felt an emotion, he had been furious at the fact that someone had finally done what no one else had been able to do. He had hated Harry, had mocked him. Had told him that there was no afterlife for him, that he would be living for the rest of time, but Harry had stood there and taken it all.

He had never once backed down from him, had never once looked away from him. No matter what was being thrown his way, he didn't bother to hide the hurt and pain, that had shone in his eyes. Not once did he cower or try and bargain with him, and after some time death realised that Harry wasn't like other people, that he didn't want this. That he didn't want to be unchanging and un-aging, he wanted to be able to die. To move on.

It had taken the two of them 40 years before they were able to have a conversation that didn't involve name calling or mocking, death had been so sure that he knew his master, but he had been proven wrong time and time again. In a way he was glad to be proven wrong, Harry was nothing like he had ever seen before, still caring and kind even though life and fate had dealt him a horrible hand. Death often wondered how he was able to still be so kind and caring, death knew that if it was him he wouldn't be so forgiving or kind.

But that hadn't changed the fact that no matter what he did Harry would still smile when he saw him, even though he was going to belittle him, and was going to mock him. Death hadn't known what to make of Harry for the longest time, and eventually he had chosen to give Harry a chance and he was glad that he had chosen to give him a chance.

Thus began their tentative friendship, and the more death learned about his master the more he was happy that he could call the man a friend, Harry had never asked for anything or demanded that he do anything, instead there had been this peace between them. Death also knew that he was the only person that came to visit his master, well the only one that came to visit him without asking him for anything.

When he had learned what they had thrown in him in Azkaban for he had been furious, he had wanted to kill everyone that had ever harmed his master. After all why would they harm such a gentle soul? The person with the ability to love without question, no matter what your past was or who you had killed. After all he had welcomed him with open arms and he was death, the thing that most people feared and they had every reason to fear him, to hate him.

It was why he was going to do this, it was why he was going to take his master away from here. Take him to someplace where he could be himself and perhaps find love, he watched as his master's eyes slid close and his breathing even out. He was making the right decision and he knew it, his master knew it whether or not he agreed with him. Although now that his master was asleep he didn't have much of a choice, he was going to take his master away whether he liked it or not. He was tired of seeing one of the kindest men that had ever walked this Earth get abused and used time and time again, and if his master wouldn't stand up for himself? Then he was going to do it for him. Death moved to the small cot and his nose scrunched up in disgust, had they really allowed his master to sleep on such a thing? Death shook his head it didn't matter not now.

Death gathered his master up into his arms and left in a cloud of black smoke, he didn't care about the chaos he would leave behind, he didn't care about the fact that their would be a worldwide manhunt for his master. Why should he? They wouldn't be alive for much longer, and he was going to enjoy watching them burn. He may not be able to do much, but he could decided when it was time for a world to end. That was the one thing that none of the other deities could not take away from him, and it looked like this worlds time was at an end. A sadistic smile came to death's lips as he thought about all the souls that would be judged, he was willing to wait. But that didn't change the fact that he was going to enjoy it, he was going to get revenge for his master.

Death held his master in his arms and looked through each and every universe, he needed somewhere Harry could be himself without having to worry, where he could be loved. He continued to look until he came across one, he felt a smile tug at his lips. It wouldn't be perfect and there would be sometime before Harry met the ones that would make him complete, but the time would be worth it. Still where should he put his master?

Death looked at each scenario, many of them had a happy ending for Harry. He could see the happiness that shone off him like a halo of some kind, there was one that he didn't like. Death frowned, he couldn't allow it to happen but messing with a timeline had very dangerous consequences. Consequences that his master would end up paying. So what did he do?

Did he take the risk and hope that Harry met them before the events take place. It could work or it could blow up and leave his master, his Harry more broken and alone than before. Something that he wasn't going to allow, not after he had given up so much. A smile began to form on his lips as he found the perfect timeline for his master, yes this one would be perfect. His master wouldn't have to wait that long either maybe 3 or 4 years at the most before he met them, he watched as some of the events played out before him. The would have to prove to his master that they were willing to stand by him, that they wouldn't hurt him or turn their back on him.

Death knew that they would be able to do it, if they couldn't then this timeline would exist. They would fight that much he did know, after all they were as stubborn as his master. Their views would clash, there was also their different morals as well. Death kept his eyes on the timeline for a few more moments, he didn't want to be wrong. If he was wrong then Harry could end up a shattered and broken shell, and so long as he kept existing he wasn't going to allow that to happen. Dark fathomless eyes watched as the timeline continued to play out before him.

Yes it was going to be worth it, his master would be loved and protected. He would be cherished and would need for nothing, he would have a family, something that had been torn from him, something that he yearned for. He watched as his master doted on a small female vampire, yes this was going to work. If it didn't? He would be willing to pick up the pieces and patch his master back together, then after that he would watch another world burn. No one hurt his friend and master and got away with it.

Death made sure that his master was safe in his arms before he left the void and travelled to his destination. When he appeared in was inside of a cottage, the room he was in was painted a warm orange colour, it made the room feel warmer than it really was. Death strode to the bedroom and placed his precious bundle on the bed, the blood red silk sheets were a startling contrast to his master's pale white skin. He scowled as he saw the blue lines of his veins stand out against his skin, it didn't look healthy but he really couldn't say anything. After all what did he know about living breathing creatures?

His job was to deal with the dead, so he was at a bit of a lose of what to do. He knew that his master would need clothes, food and money. But he had already provided them, so he didn't need to worry about them. Perhaps he needed to check his master's health? That was what people did wasn't it?

He checked over his master and made sure that nothing was wrong with him, he frowned as he found signs of broken bones and malnutrition. They would have to be fixed, death sighed it wasn't like he could just snap his fingers and everything would be fixed. He had rules that he had to work within, it was why he had waited so long to take his master away from his home or was it his former home? Death wasn't sure, he had no idea just what Harry thought about the place that he had grown up in, did Harry still class it as his home? Or did he just see it as a place he was merely existing in? Death didn't know and wasn't to sure but one thing he did know? He was glad that he had done it, glad that he had taken his master away from that life.

His master made him feel things that he wasn't used to feeling, he was death and as such had little to no emotion, so it had confused him as to why this one person could make him feel so much. Why he could make him feel things that he shouldn't be feeling, he had repressed his emotions for a reason, he couldn't allow himself to weep over every death. Over everyone that had died, still some deaths were harder than others. Death knew that but it didn't change the fact, that he had to take their souls and hope that they got the afterlife they deserved.

He tucked Harry into the bed, and made sure that his glasses were on the table next to the bed, death stifled a snort, his master was as good as blind without them. He frowned as he thought about fixing his eyesight, it wouldn't be much but it would allow everyone to see his eyes more clearly. They wouldn't be hidden by those ridiculous glasses, but that would bring attention to him, attention that he doubted that his master would want. Death reached into a his robes and pulled out a potion, he would allow his master to make the choice.

Death gave his master one last glance before he left, just because he wanted to stay with his master didn't mean that he could, he still had things to do. One of those things was to get revenge for his master, oh he had no doubt that Harry would be angry. But like Harry had told him, he had no control over his actions, he wasn't going to stop death from doing his job, a cold cruel smile came upon his lips. The wizarding world was going to burn and he was going to enjoy watching it burn.

When Harry came around he felt strange, he remembered greeting death but that was the last thing that he had remembered. His mind was blank after that, so how did he get here? For that matter where was here? He knew that he wasn't in his home, or Azkaban, Harry shuddered as he felt the air. There was no magic.

He slowly sat up and winced as his bruised ribs made themselves known, it had been a 'gift' that one of the guards had given him, Harry smirked as he thought about the shocked look on the guards face when he didn't beg. He had been put through worse, which was more than he could say about the current generation of witches and wizards. Once he was carefully propped up against the pillows Harry noticed that there was a full length mirror in the corner of the room.

There was also a deep chestnut wardrobe next to the mirror, which made him wonder what had death done? He knew that death was emotionally stunted, and knew that he would be shocked if he wasn't. After all taking people's souls for however many years he had been doing it was bound to have some consequences. Still he was happy that he could call death his friend even if it had taken them years to get to this point.

Harry knew that he wouldn't be able to go back to sleep, he was in a new place and had the urge to explore, to see just where death had brought him to, so far all he was able to gather was he wasn't in the wizarding world anymore, there was no magic in the air. Which meant that either death had taken him to a place where there was no magic in order to protect him or he was in the void.

Harry wasn't sure which one would be better, if it was the first then that meant he would eventually come across other people, which meant that he would be able to find out just what sort of world he now lived in. If it was the second? Then he would be in his friend's home, which didn't sound that bad, but it also meant that he would crave for company. But on the other hand he wouldn't have to worry about his friend dying on him, which was a good thing.

Still he was going to explore, once he had found his glasses. Sometimes he wished that he didn't need them, it was rather annoying to be in the middle of battle and he lost his glasses, it also have the enemy an advantage. One that sometimes was hard to gain back, but he hadn't rolled over and shown his stomach to Voldemort and he wasn't going to start now. But either way he was free, and he was going to enjoy his freedom.

Harry continued to look around the room or as much as he could without his glasses, he really needed to find them, where ever he was it was sunny which ruled out his friend's home, the void. There wouldn't be any sun and there definitely would be the sounds of birds tweeting, which meant that his friend had brought him to another world, so a new dimension maybe? Harry wasn't sure what the answer was but he was going to find out.

Harry carefully swung his legs over the edge of the bed, his leg bumped into a table that was sat next to the bed, he felt something fall onto his legs and a gasp left his lips at the feel of the cold glass against his bare skin. Harry fumbled for a few seconds until he felt it, it was a small vial. Harry held the vial away from him, in an attempt to see it, he could barely make out the burry writing on the vial.

"What on earth?"

Harry put his hand on the table and nearly smiled when he felt his glasses underneath his hand, hopefully they were not broke. Harry carefully put his glasses back on and smiled when he was able to see the world once again, he looked at the vial and hummed.

"Do I or don't I?"

He knew what the vial was, he had been thinking about taking it when he was in 7th year, but with the war he had never got around to doing it. But here and now? He had a chance at it, he could take the potion and hope that it would restore his eyesight or he could leave it and continue to wear his glasses. But if he got into a fight then wearing his glasses could hinder him, to Harry it looked like there was only one option for him. He was going to drink it.

Harry pulled the stopper out of the vial and drank it in one go, he knew from experience that it was better to drink it in one go than sip it. After all they tasted foul, so why on earth anyone would want to make it last longer was beyond Harry, Harry gagged at the taste. It didn't matter how many times he drank a potion they still tasted disgusting to him, for a few moments nothing happened until Harry cradled his head.

A burning pain worse than the Crucio curse began burning behind the backs of his eyes, Harry bit his bottom lip so hard that he could taste the copper of his own blood, he nearly screamed as the pain reached it's peak. But before he could open his mouth to scream the pain went as quickly as it came, Harry panted as he took off his glasses and looked around the room. Everything looked sharper now, it was as if he had been seeing the world behind frosted glass and now he was seeing it for the first time.

Without his consent a smile began to form on his lips, and how long had he wanted something like this? How many times had he pushed it back because there had been other things? More important things, or so they had seemed now he was looking back at every moment, at every time he had put his friends above himself and he wondered, why? Why did he do it?

Was it because he wanted to be accepted? Harry wasn't sure, and he knew that he needed to find the reason as to why he put others before himself. Death had told him that it could cause problems, but that had been when he had been innocent, and now he wasn't innocent. He had lost it the moment they had thrown him away, the moment they had thrown him into Azkaban.

Still he had things he needed to do, and one of them was find out just where he was. Harry had ruled out the void, which left him with either an other dimension which seemed likely, or death had taken him to another universe. One were magic didn't exist, which was also possible, but why would he do it? He knew that he and death were friends, but he had never seen death bend the rules before or even go against them. So why now?

Whatever the reason Harry was not about to complain about it, he had spent far too long in the dark and now he wanted to see the world, even if it was not his own world. Harry stumbled as he stood up, the muscles in his legs were weak. He hadn't had much time to walk around or do exercise, which had meant that the muscles in his legs had deteriorated. Harry leaned against the wall as he tried to catch his breath, he would need to get his body into better shape.

He almost cried with relief when he saw the bathroom, he needed to get clean. There had been no time for bathing in Azkaban, not when the guards would find amusement in making prisoners have sex in exchange for a shower, so Harry had avoided the showers like they had the plague. For some reason the thought of having sex had caused a deep ache inside of him, he wasn't sure why. But that was something else that he needed to look into, if he wanted a relationship in the future he would need to find out why the thought of being with someone else made him ache all over, and feel as if he wanted to rip his heart out.

Harry took his clothes off or rather what was left of them, they were more like rags than anything else. Harry avoided the mirror as he turned on the shower, the hot water first before the water began to heat up and filled the bathroom with steam. Harry slowly turned the cold and placed his hand under the water, he winced then pulled his hand from underneath the water.

"Maybe a little more cold."

Harry turned the cold water tap a little more, he waited for a few minutes then put his hand back underneath the water, he smiled and got into the shower. He sighed as the warm water hit his back and shoulders, how long had it been since he had been able to do this? How long since he could bathe without worry or fear?

Harry rested his hands against the cold tiles, he closed his eyes before he rested his head on the cold tiles. A small pleased sigh left his lips, this was nice being able to relax. But he knew that he couldn't stay in here for very long, his legs wouldn't allow him to, he could feel the strain on his legs already. He needed to move and get sorted then he could rest again and try to move a little more, Harry grabbed hold of a shampoo and didn't pay any attention to what type it was.

After he had washed his hair Harry quickly got out of the shower and sat down on the toilet, he felt drain and out of breath, it didn't sit right with him. He had fought in a war at one point and yet something as simple as showering had tired him out, Harry hated it he didn't like the feeling of being helpless, he knew that he was far from helpless. Still he would have to get his body back to working order, he would have to rebuild what he had lost.

Still at least he didn't have to worry about his magic, after they had tried to put the magic suppression cuffs on him they had sorted out. Which had meant that he could use his magic, but he didn't dare use his magic while he was in there, not when they would find someway of binding his magic or worse trying to steal it off him. Which had been done, but the after effects had not been pleasant or nice.

But rather the woman whose magic they had ripped out of her body had went insane then had went onto a killing spree killing thousand before she strapped herself with 48 sticks of dynamite and detonated them, causing her and whoever else that had been attached to the dynamite to explode, they had still been picking body parts months later, even now they still had not found everyone who had died that day. Which for Harry was rather upsetting as some families would never find closure, they would never have their loved ones body back whole, or as whole as it could be.

So yes Harry hadn't wanted that to happen to him, he didn't know what he would have done anyway. She had only been a normal level witch, so what would have happened to him if he had his magic torn from him? Harry shuddered as he thought about all the possibilities, none of them had looked pretty and he knew that it would have taken more than just 10 aurors to contain him.

Still he wanted to know would this world be ready for him?