A/N – Hi my name is Daniel and this is my first story here on fanfiction. Ive been reading for a while but I haven't made any contributions. Though I have always wanted to for a while. So if you read this story please leave a review and let me know what you like and don't like, and of course what you think of the story. This chapter has already been updated since last night when I uploaded it I didn't feel it was exactly perfect, so I fixed it up as best I could. If you're a interested in beta reading this story for me please pm me and let me know! Other than that enjoy the story, read and review!

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It was an average, rainy London day when Harry Potter had decided to die. Yes decided. It had been many, many years since he had rid the world of the dark lord Voldemort. Honestly it had been to many years, it had already been 50 years since he had been to the funeral of his last surviving classmate Hermione Weasley. During his long life Harry had traveled the globe, learning, listening, teaching, fighting, even healing. He had ushered in a new age of peace for Wizarding Britain, stopped the prejudice of muggleborns and squibs. He had accomplished much in the many years that he lived. But the biggest accomplishment he had ever made, he kept secret from everyone. He had become the master of death.

He had achieved immortality. Of course most of the world did not know about this accomplishment. There were suspicions that maybe he had a philosophers stone of his own sure, but that was far from the truth. That secret had died with Nicholas flamel, Harry had accidentally become "the master of death". By winning the allegiance of the deathly hallows Harry had become the master of death. And while at first Harry and his friends had thought this nothing more than a title made by wizarding conspiracy theorist, it had actually meant more, much more.

The day of the battle of Hogwarts was the last day that Harry had aged. Sure he looked old with long white hair, the many wrinkles dancing across his ancient skin, and his ever darkening jade green eyes, but that was because of glamour's and potions. Keeping his aging appearance up was the brilliant idea of his friend Hermione. As brilliant as she was, she understand what Harry and Ron didn't seem to grasp right away. That if anybody, nobody who suddenly stopped aging, they would be in the spotlight of many governments and scientists, not just Britain's. Harry had immediately agreed of course and wanting to escape the notice of the world had spent the last 176 years making himself appear as if he had aged like everyone else.

Harry shifted the bottomless mokeskin pouch hanging around his neck as he stood staring into the arch of death inside the death room of the department of mysteries contemplating his life, and the many joys, and sorrows that came with it. With not even a flick of his hand, the disillusionment charm melted away revealing a 17 year old harry potter, with shaggy brown hair and a faded lightning bolt scar on his forehead standing before the veil of death wearing a common black robe.

He was not bitter, he was not depressed, he wasn't tired of life, he was just anxious. He was ready for the "next great adventure" that had never come. And like Harry's one time best friend Ron Weasley was fond of saying "sometimes if what you want doesn't come to you, you have to screw up your Gryffindor courage and run after it." Of course Ron said this when it came to talking about how he had finally gone after Hermione. But harry was quite that sure that Ron would agree that the same could be applied here.

He thought of Sirius Black, it had been many years since he had even thought of Sirius in nothing more than a passing thought. And yet as Harry took in a deep breath…. It was the last thought that completely filled his mind as he stepped forward into the veil, and onwards to the next great adventure a wizened old man had once spoke of.

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Harry kept walking through the dark, confident in his stride and excited for the first time in many years, with no idea of where he was going or what would happen next he marched on through the darkness of the veil. And then in a sudden almost blinding flash, Harry looked around at his surroundings, recognizing the ghostly pearlescent version of Kings Cross Station looking cleaner than it would ever be in real life, and lacking all color. He looked around, not really sure what it was that he was looking for and saw a woman standing further down the tracks, standing next to a bench. Harry curiously walked over to the hooded figure in the black robe unafraid but slightly nervous, wondering what would come next. While walking harry couldn't help but smile, well at least things were exciting now.

The figure turned towards him, and from within the heavily shaded hood that Harry's eyes could not pierce a feminine voice spoke to him. "Mr. Potter, I've been expecting you." She said waving a hand towards the bench "please take a seat"

"Who are you? And what do you mean you've been expecting me?" said Harry standing in place, curiosity over taking his mind.

"What I mean is I have been waiting for you, all those that touch the hallows come to me eventually. Even my supposed "master" Mr. Potter. No one was meant to live forever, it is not what mankind is built for." The figure let out a slight chuckle at the dawning realization on Harry's face.

"Yes harry I am death. Or at least the death that you see, I appear differently to everyone. You were right in thinking that you were immortal; you truly could have lived forever. But had you actually wanted to live forever, you never would have become my master I would have denied you the hallows."

"wait" Harry interrupted "you would have denied me them? What do you mean?"

"The moment anyone touches even one of the hallows, their…. Hmmm soul becomes open to me. And if I should judge them to be selfish, or unjust, dishonorable, then my curse will take effect and they will die once way or another and there soul would join me, simple as that." She awnsered.

"woah" Harry's heart rate had picked up, and he suddenly realized why there use to be such stories surrounding the elder wand, and how it had carved such a bloody path through history.

"Fortunately for you, you are a relatively decent person harry and I did not have to pull your soul so early in life. Though I also should thank you for the shattered soul of Tom Riddle. His meddling and trying to cheat me was becoming a very big annoyance" she chuckled again.

"oh well… ummm…. You're welcome I guess." Spoke harry.

"humbleness suits you Harry, and it doesn't suit many" she laughed "but now I must ask, what is it that you want?"

"what do you mean?" harry asked confusedly, wasn't it kind of obvious? He wanted to move forward. Pass on. Kick the bucket. Begin kicking up daisies. Sit back on a lawn chair in the great beyond and relax.

"What I mean is did you want to die now? Or did you want me to call you a train to carry you on to the…." She seemed to be thinking for a minute "next great adventure was it?"

"Are they not the same thing?" Harry asked curiously.

"Oh no, death is the end, the last stop. But the next great adventure you were thinking about is only two stops away. Of course payment is required for a trip." She spoke ominously.

In that last statement harry felt slightly afraid for the first time in many years as he felt a slight shiver go up his spine, yet tried to reassure himself as best he could. Ironically death didn't seem scary, or threating, or trying to squash him like a bug but calmly stating the facts before him.

"What payment?" questioned harry cautiously yet curiously.

"My gift of course, I would ask it back. Since you are leaving this world you cannot have it with you elsewhere. You would pay with your immortality and become mortal once again, to live out the rest of your days and then die as a normal wizard like your friends have done before you." She spoke happily as if glad that he had asked.

Harry thought of the incredibleness of all that was happening right now. She wasn't wrong he was looking for the next great adventure. And he supposed he had always wanted to actually grow old, he could live for a little while longer he could always rejoin his friends after really growing old not faking it while his friends grew old around him. Death stood nearby, patiently waiting for his answer.

Harry cleared his throat "I would like to go on the next great adventure then, if that's alright I suppose"

Though he could not see her face harry could've sworn death had smiled right then as she cheerfully said "Of course it's alright harry" She snapped her fingers and the sound of a train could be heard approaching the station, she held out her black gloved hand as if to shake his hand. "I wish you a lovely trip Mr. Potter"

Harry reached out to shake her hand and the moment his hand connected with hers he felt a giant weight on his shoulders simply disappear, and as he slowly fell to the floor losing consciousness he realized it was his immortality leaving him. Letting him once again be weak, and age, and truly live… no longer frozen in time as others aged, loved, and died around him. He could only smile at the shadowy figure of death lifting him and placing him on the train, and informing an unseen person to drop him off on the second stop.

"The second stop? Mam are you sure?" replied the unseen figure

"Yes I am quite sure, Harry shall have his great adventure before greeting us again." Death answered matter of factly.

"Well I mean…. Yes of course mam. Ill drop him off then." The figure took harry from deaths arms set him down inside the train.

"Thank you Ignotus." Death said to man on the train.

Harry could feel the train beginning to pull away from Kings Cross when he heard Ignotus mutter. "Of course it's kind of hard not to find adventure in the land of westeros." And then chuckle to himself as Harry finally lost consciousness.

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Harry was cold he was very cold, it was the first thought he had as he regained consciousness. He awoke to what appeared to be nothing but white, and assuming he was still inside the strange train inside the veil, he sat up. He took in his surroundings, he was in a large forest covered in icy snow. Trees surrounded him reaching high into the sky. They must have been the home to some birds because even if Harry couldn't see them he heard quite a few of them moving along the branches of the trees surrounding him, and a few singing in high pitched notes to their neighbors.

He was not in the veil any longer, so this must have been the stop that death spoke of. He stood up wandlessly casting a warming charm on himself with only a thought while brushing the snow off of himself and his robe muttering about being left in the freezing snow. Harry grabbed the mokeskin bag hanging around his neck and reached his entire arm inside pulling out the elder wand. Harry hadn't needed a wand for many years, magic became so easy to him as he aged, the only thing he really needed it for anymore was very advanced magic, and healing but harry supposed that was because he was never very good at healing to begin with.

But seeing as he was in a world he did not know, and a time he knew not when, he felt it better to err on the side of caution and use the tools he knew would not fail him for a certainty to find out where the nearest city was. He swished the wand and closed his eyes, while casting a bastardized version of the scrying charm searching for a city. He felt his magic leave him in a wave, pushing out across the snowy field and through the trees of the forest further and further still, concentrating harry felt it. What appeared to be a large village was not too from where he currently was. He looked up into the sky at the sun realizing it was probably about noon. He could make it to the village before night by foot. He could chance apparating to the village but seeing as harry had never been there before and he was not overly fond of the idea of splinching himself he decided he would walk instead.

Harry flicked his left wrist and a moderately thick grey cloak came into existence wrapped around his shoulders. And with another thought a secondary warming charm was placed on the cloak to bundle him against the severe cold. With another twitch of his fingers his trainers had transformed into thick gray boots perfect for hiking in the woods.

So concentrating on the preparations to hike to this village that Harry didn't hear the snow crunching softly behind him, or the low growl that started until it was almost too late. Harry turned to notice a huge wolf, so big that for a moment all harry could do was stare in awe. This was a wolf that Hagrid would have love to have seen. It looked about the size of a bull, with several sharp looking teeth, paws the size of his entire outspread hand, and letting out a low blood curdling growl as if….. oh my god this wolf was about to eat him!

Harry pushed some of his magic into the snow next to him making it rise up and take the form of a deer, before concentrating and forming his power around the snow sculpture pushing his will into it, transfiguring it, and animating it to create a real life deer standing next to him. Harry did not want to kill the great beast he would rather tempt it with a delicious dinner, damn Hagrid for rubbing off on him.

Harry carefully eyed the great wolf watching him and shifting its eyes to the deer standing next to him, before settling its fierce gaze back on him, and slowly stalking forward. Harry sighed, why couldn't it have gone for the deer? Well atleast he had tried, that had to count for something. He may be willing to try to let it live, but if the wolf really didn't want the deer harry had made for it, than he would show the wolf what it was missing out on.

Harry banished the transfigured deer into the great wolf hoping to scare the beast off, when to his shock one of the antlers pierced through the wolfs neck, the wolf let out a sharp whine as its blood drained quickly from its open neck splashing against the ground contrasting greatly with the white field of snow. The wolf in panic pawed at the deer who's antler was stuck in its neck, mauling it, tearing the deer apart with its giant claws.

Harry watched the animal fight, clinging to life, before finally collapsing next to a stream the dead deer alongside it. Harry could only sigh, he did not feel guilty. It was sad to see such a great beast die, for no reason. But the wolf had tried to kill him and he was going to defend himself Hagrid may have rubbed off on Harry sure, but that didn't mean he was hagrid. He shrugged before again looking himself over and marching into the forest towards the village that he had felt with his magic.

Not turning back, Harry missed the moving bulges near the wolfs belly. If he had turned back harry would have done something to help the pups inside. But he had not turned around, he continued to walk forward to the village. And although harry had missed this small fact, Lord Stark and his men following behind him towards their home would not. And harry would eventually meet these pups, because the village that he was approaching was none other than Winterfell.