Harry Potter watched as the grass swayed over the gravestones he clenched the roses in his hands harder. He felt an emotion well up inside of him that he hadn't felt in a long time. It took him a few moments to figure out what this strange emotion was. He crouched down and began to trace the names on the gravestones with his fingers slowly. Finally it clicked what the strange emotion was that he was feeling. Hope…. It had been so long that he had forgotten what it felt like. He allowed the small bit of emotion flow through his body. It seemed to fill him with physical warmth. He had truly missed this, so long of not feeling anything…. He had simply forgotten that he could feel at all. He allowed a small smile. "Hey, I'm sorry that I haven't been around to visit lately. I know that there is no real excuse for it. I've missed you, for a while there I just lost myself. I had given up; I tried everything that I could to join you. Drowning, suffocation, slicing my own throat, muggle technology called guns, even the Avada Kedavra curse. Nothing worked; none of it even left a scratch…. I know that you would be screaming at me if you both were here….. But don't worry I've stopped, in fact I've come to accept what has happened to me, what I am…. I guess what I'm really trying to get at is that I'm leaving, and I'm not looking back…. I'm not sure if you both would be happy for me or angry. I suppose that in a way what I am doing is just another way of running away from the situation but at the same time it's a whole new start. A way to start my life over again without the title, without the worry and without the loss…. I'm leaving and never coming back, so this is the end. I love you both and I hope that you watch over my new adventure with pride." Harry laid down the roses he had brought against the two graves and began to walk away. "Good bye Ron, Goodbye Hermione" He did not turn around, he couldn't turn around, if he did his resolve would completely disappear and he would run back. He would fall back into his downward spiral trying to kill himself so that he could join them.

It had been at least 800 years since they had both passed from the world. It was normal for a wizard to have a longer life span than that of a muggle. Usually around 120 is when a wizard would meet there natural end. Dumbledore was pushing it with being around 150; he was one of the rare cases where a wizard was able to live a bit longer than normal. Harry had lost track of how old he was, in fact if the goblins hadn't told him he probably never would have known. According to their records he was around 900 years old give or take around ten years…. It had shocked him to realize how long it had been. Perhaps it was the shock on his face or maybe the dead look in his eyes, but the goblins had taken pity on him and told him of a way out of his personal hell. A portal to a different dimension, no wizards knew of it the goblins had been protecting and keeping the portal secret for years. In truth he was not surprised when they told him, after living in the wizarding world as long as he had it was bound to have a few surprises tucked into its darker corners. He had asked why they would tell him of something so precious, but they simply gave there sharp toothed grin and walked off. In the end Harry had to simply sum it up to the fact that he since he was the Master of Death he was allowed a few special privileges….

Yes he was the master of death, by escaping death two times and collecting all three deathly hollows he was granted the grand title. Harry gave an empty laugh at that thought, yeah what a grand title it is…. He was approached by death many times since then. Honestly death was… well death… black hood and skeleton hands and large double edged scythe. He was really something to behold, Harry would give him that much. He had only ever heard death speak once, though he approached harry many times he never spoke. The only time he had heard the raspy voice that sounded like dead leaves scraping against the ground on a cold night was when he was first appointed as master of death, when his looks first changed….

Harry looked down at his hands and sighed at the site of them. His skin was whiter than milk and if he stood in the dark he would seem to give off an ethereal glow. It was as if all of his pigments just bleed out of his body one day, even his lips had lost their color they were as pail as the rest of his body. His hair had retained its crazy look but it had darkened to a color that only the blackest of ink could match. His eyes had become an amazingly bright color of emerald that made his mother's green eyes seem like dull stones. They stood out boldly in contrast to his white skin and raven black hair. But the most noticeable change had to be his age…. He had to body of a five year old. When he had questioned death about this he was simply told that as the master of death his body had to represent the most innocent form of life. That form turned out to be a child, that was why children often had bouts of accidental magic, it was because the younger they were the purer their magic. The older they became the harder it was for them to access their magic and so wands became needed. He had tried to refuse, oh how he had tried to tell death to take its title and shove it where the sun would never shine. But as it turns out being the master of death doesn't hold much weight in that category. His words were ignored and forgotten, finally Harry had given up and simply tired ending it all himself. Well that didn't work…. Death just stared at him with a look that seemed to say 'stop being foolish', well actually look would not be the correct term. Harry had never actually seen deaths face it was always covered by its large hood. But he could tell when death was giving him a look, Harry could somehow feel it.

Harry paused as Gringotts came into view; it was time to start his new life in a new place in a new world forever. He walked into the bank and was greeted by a goblin who handed him a smooth wooden box. "Mr. Potter you are just in time, we have everything ready for you. This box is a direct line to your vaults all you have to do is reach in and grab what you need. The box is coded to you and only you, should someone else try to forcefully open it they will find a nasty surprise. We have converted all your funds into gold, it is impossible to tell what dimension you will end up in. The only thing that we know for certain is that gold is something that exists in all dimensions. Though it's worth varies, in some places its rare and in others it is simply a cheap metal. You will just have to hope for the best when you travel through."

Harry took the box with a thankful smile. "Thank you, I understand the risks."

The goblin gave Harry a calculating look before nodding and turning to walk away seeming to descend into the very heart of Gringgotts via secret stair case. "Very well, follow me then please. We have also done as you asked and put your things into your vault as well. You will find that your broom, invisibility cloak, school books, clothes, and all other belongings are in the vault. If you need them simply reach your hand into the box and think of the thing that you want it will appear in your hand. We have also installed a small messaging system into the box, simply write what you need onto a letter then place it in the box and we will receive it. We will do what we can, but the box will be your only link to this world. After you leave, there will be no way for you to return, what you are doing is taking a one way road. The only reason that we even know this much or that the box will even work is because one of our own went through the portal centuries ago. He had a box as well, but sadly it did not have a messaging system in it like yours. The only way that we knew for a fact that he was alive was that he would take gold from his vaults from time to time." The goblin stopped talking when they reached a large door he reached over and with amazing strength for his size pulled it open. The door moved to reveal a blue glow that had strange silver lines flowing through it. "This is as far as I can go Mr. Potter, this is your last chance to change your mind." Harry straightened his back and set his jaw, though having a five year old body really didn't help make as much of the impact that he had hoped. "I have made up my mind and I will stick to it. Thank you for everything that you have done for me." Harry then turned towards the portal and walked into the glowing light.

"Goodbye , may you be well in your new adventure." The goblin spoke to the now empty air.