Harry watched as the world around him fell into chaos. The war was over, and the Final battle was dwindling down as the remaining Death Eaters struggled to keep fighting for their cause. Harry pitied them. They were fighting for their right to keep the traditions and beliefs that they have had for centuries alive. They were taking a stand against the destruction of their society, and beliefs. Unbeknownst to his friends, Harry had been taking history and etiquette classes from Severus Snape, Sirius, before he died, and a few other purebloods. These lessons had opened his eyes to see the manipulations that Dumbledore and his "fellow" friends had ingrained in him. Harry sighed in sadness. Muggle-borns were trying to change a society, that had been run the same exact ways for decades, without thinking of the consequences.

When Harry had received his inheritance, something he knew nothing about, he knew something was amiss and went straight to Snape. Severus had explained how his mother had not been human, and that the Dursleys were not his relative in any form. Harry was explosive with anger when he found out his whole life had been a lie. Why? All to mark him as a martyr to save a society full of ostriches. After a couple of hours of Severus trying to calm him down, Harry finally settled down enough to hear an explanation. Harry discovered that he was a kitsune, and a tailed demon at that. With his inheritance and a combination of this war and becoming the Master of Death, Harry gained another tail making a total of 10 tails. Harry knew the Wizarding World nor his friends would ever accept what he had become. So instead of sticking around to be betrayed. Harry decided to have an escape plan at the ready.

"HARRY!" exclaimed Hermione as she raced toward him, "You need to get rid of those dark objects, and help with the recovery of everyone!"

"Yeah," Ron agreed, "The Hallows are no good, and the castle is in ruins."

Harry smiled bitterly and let out a dark low chuckle, " That won't help any. Seeing as they have already accepted me as their master."

"WHAT!" The duo screeched. Harry winced as his sensitive ears picked up their high-pitched protest.

"I always knew you would go dark, Potter!" Ron accused. Harry chuckled in reply. They were always so predictable. Without responding and his chuckle turned into full blown laughter. Heading in the direction of the Forbidden Forest to put his escape plan into motion. He would not only escape this world but this reality as well.

"Don't walk away from us, Potter!" Hermione screamed, but it was already too late. Harry had apparated away from them. Gathering his things with a quick Accio! Harry fell into a deep meditation state and began the ritual that would get him somewhere else. With a faint pop, Harry found himself in a new world. Looking around Harry found himself in the middle of a forest. A soft rush of the wind and the sound of feet hitting the ground signaled to Harry that someone else had arrived.

"Quite a place you've landed in, Master," a soft voice spoke. Turning to face where the voice had come from, Harry found a petite, but strong looking girl. She had black hair that went down to her lower back and curled at the end into ringlets. She was pale with violet eyes that were rimmed with dark eyelashes, Her lips were full and red, and her curves gave away that she was no child, but an adult.

"Who are you?" Harry asked with caution flavoring his voice.

"My name is Azrael," the woman stated, "You may call me Kyra while in the Human World. I am the Angel of Death and you're "assistant" in settling you in your job as Master of Death."

Raising an eyebrow Harry replied, "And what does this job include?"

"Balancing all worlds and realities, but mainly just paperwork. You have reapers that help with the balancing stuff," Azrael explained, " I have set up a new identity for you in this world as well as any records, a place to live, and a shop for us to maintain while we are here so we do not look suspicious." Harry was surprised at the level of efficiency that Azrael made for him to blend in.

"There is a village about 4 miles north of here," Azrael pointed north then handed Harry a rather large envelope, "This contains all the information you will need to know about yourself in this world including past, address, shop's name, and other various information. It also includes all the information you will need to know about this world and how it works."

"Wow! You thought of everything, haven't you?" Harry praised.

"It is my job, Master," Azrael preened.

"Please call me Harry. We will be spending too much time together for master, and that word makes my skin crawl," Harry said

"Alright, Mast-Harry," Azrael agreed, "I must leave to go finish my identity in this world. Welcome to Konoha, Harry." With a nod from Harry, she was gone.