Meanwhile, inside of Harry's head, there was only darkness. Harry felt as though he was conscious through this darkness, however, and struggled to explore it. As he felt more and more lethargic, he thought back to how he had gotten here. He had been in the bathroom, where a mandatory privacy mode was available, when he had started hacking up blood. Realizing that his end was near, he slid down the wall and welcomed death. The pain was excruciating. He could feel his lung cells tearing, making it harder and harder to breathe. His magic was tearing him apart and he had no idea why. Finally, he succumbed to the darkness that he thought was death.

Although, Harry wondered, if he was really dead, how is it possible for him to be here, in this darkness, which seemed as though someone had just turned off the light?

"Then, turn the lights back on, Harry." A familiar voice replied his thoughts and Harry jumped at the suddenness.

"How do I turn them on?" Harry foolishly asked the voice, hoping for a reply. Hearing nothing, he thought about it. If it was magic, then pure will and intent should do the trick. Thinking on turning the lights on, he watched amazed as darkness gave way to light.

"Hey, there, prongslet." Turning around, Harry stood shocked at the sight of Sirius.

"Sirius? Does this mean that I'm really dead?" Sirius smiled sadly at his godson.

"No, Harry, you aren't dead quite yet. You're in what most muggles call limbo. It's the space between life and death and there's a reason why you're here." Sirius stopped briefly, struggling with the message he had been selected to impart onto Harry.

"I'm really sorry I made you die, by the way. How's mum and dad? Remus, Tonks? How's Fred? Is everyone okay? Tell them I'm sorry, would you, in case I have to go back? I'll probably see them anyway. Sirius I don't want to live anymore. I'm tired. My family is with you and mum and dad and Remus and Tonks and everybody else. I don't want to be alone." Harry poured out his thoughts to his godfather.

"First of all, you didn't make me die. You didn't make any of us die. Don't try to change our reputations by thinking that we all foolishly followed you. Damn it, Harry, I want the Marauders to be remembered as the final wall in the war. We love you and that's why we did it. You can't say that we died because of you. Secondly, your parents are fine, even if your mom is going bonkers over the bar tender thing and your dad is going crazy over why you haven't hit on that red-headed chick yet." Sirius dryly added after his passionate speech over Harry's misguided thoughts.

"Thanks Sirius, and who, Nat? Natasha's just a friend. She's my only friend I think." Harry replied, regretting his decision to leave his friend.

"No, she's not Harry. That entire team cares about you. They would fight and mourn and laugh beside you just like Ron and Hermione did. Let them in." Sirius pleaded with Harry.

"It doesn't matter anyway, I'm not leaving here alive. I'm going to die and be happy about it. Just like divination taught me." Harry joked sadly.

"Hate to break it to you, Harry, but that's not going to happen." Sirius said grimly (pun intended).

Harry stared at his godfather. How could he tell him that after listening to everything he hoped for by dying? What was going on?

"Well, for starters, you didn't die mortally. You died the Master of Death. That means that you can't really die. You would be stuck in limbo until your body fixes itself and then you'd keep on living." Sirius rushed out, trying to make it sound like an amazing idea.

"What? No, I threw away the Hallows! It doesn't matter! I don't want to be Master of Death! I want to die! I want to see you guys! I want to see my family!" Harry yelled at Sirius.

"Listen Harry, we didn't give our lives just to see you end yours so soon. You haven't lived and everyone knows you have to live before you die. You have a family, too. Not just this one but the one that brought you back to the tower and made you comfortable. You have the family that is currently at war with themselves about pulling the plug on your life support machine. You have the family that has tended to you while simultaneously saving the world. Can't you at least let them in?" Sirius begged his godson to hear him out. He didn't want Harry to die just because he thought he was ready. He wanted Harry to know that he was ready and that time wouldn't come for a long time yet.

"If I'm Master of Death, then I can call you anytime right?" Harry asked quietly, his eyes shimmering with tears.

"Just not when you're having sex." Sirius joked back, his own eyes wet.

"Fine. I suppose I can do that. See you whenever, I guess. Give everyone my love." Harry said, standing up and hugging Sirius.

"Nice timing there, prongslet, because there's a crony just about to rip out your life support cords. Have fun with your magic!" Sirius yelled, as he began to fade.

A bright, white light shone through the already bright area and Harry suddenly found himself on the other end of a gun barrel. Frowning severely at the black masked man, Harry checked his vitals in an old battle field way. His body ached but he also knew with complete clarity that his magic was back. Smirking at the oblivious crony, Harry reversed the gun and shot the man in the arm then snapped his fingers to tie up the man.

"Hey Jarvis?" Harry asked at the ceiling.

"Yes, Lord Potter-Black?" Jarvis replied after a brief moment of hesitation.

"Don't tell Tony or the others I'm back. Just tell me where they are and I'll find them myself. Also, I thought we were past the formalities!" Harry yelled the last part as he jogged into the shower to relieve some of the pains.

"Of course Harry." Jarvis seemed resigned.