Prologue

Disclamer: I don't own Magi or Harry Potter along with their characters.

It was over.

The war against the Dark Lord Voldemort was finally over.

But it was not worth the price.

Nothing was worth all the deaths that had come about as a result on both sides. Their bodies cold and silent where they lay in their place of death in the once magnificent castle known as Hogwarts a school and second home to many young wizards and witches. Among them the bodies of three teenagers that were known as the Golden Trio in life lay broken and lifeless.

The only female of the group called the brightest witch of her age had been the first to go. Hermione had used all her knowledge to deal considerable damage to her enemies, never showing mercy for the ones that had tortured her for her background of being a muggleborn and for daring to hurt the people she had come to love as her family in this world she had entered at the age of eleven. She had fallen trying to block a blasting spell that would have had collapsed a section of the roof and crush some of the DA students. She might of not been the main teacher in the club but she had helped create it and felt responsible for the club members, so like her Head of House she would not allow harm to come to Her students.

Ron seeing that girl he had finally admitted to loving fall was the next to die. The boy who had always been lazy showed exactly why he was the undefeated chess champion of Hogwarts and had been nicknamed the King as he flew into the rage he had been known to have, but unlike when he was a child this rage was not hot and burning but cold and calculating. He cut down the one responsible for his beloved death and all his opponents like he would cut down pieces on a chess board. He died when the Death Eaters ganged up on him in desperation to stop his destructive rage.

And Harry, the Boy-Who-Lived, the one the entire Wizarding World called their Savior fell in his duel with the Dark Lord taking the cutting spell aimed at his throat even as he ended the Dark Lord with his final spell before he was killed. And if people remembered that one of Harry's best spells was a shielding spell they didn't say anything, for the Savior was reunited with his chosen brother and sister in death.

The Trio were happy indeed to be reunited in death but they hadn't expected the afterlife to look like King's Cross Station nor to be met with Death himself. The concept of him looking like the grim reaper was not at all true, he was more of a shadow impression then anything.

"So let me get this straight, because Harry has held all three Deadly Hallows he is the Master of Death and do to that you cannot allow him to pass on to Heaven with Ron and me. So your solution is to put him in the reincarnation cycle while we pass on," stated an unhappy Hermione. Once she would have argued that all this was impossible, but being friends with Harry Potter had taught her to keep an open mind.

"Yes pretty much," was the dry reply from Death.

"There is no way that I am leaving my friends, no my family behind," said Harry outraged.

"Yeah mate were family and we don't leave each other behind. Beside can't we share the Hallows? I mean there are three of them and three of us," questioned Ron holding Hermione in his arms as he had since they were reunited.

"Ron that's brilliant. There is nothing that states that three needs to be one Master of Death or that Harry can't share the responsibility," exclaimed an excided Hermione after kissing Ron for his idea.

"It is possible, but if you do this then you will not be reincarnated with your memories intact. You will have to find each other in order to remember. Will you take this risk?" the being known as Death asked.

With only a glance at each other the trio nodded determinedly.

"Very well then," Death stated and waved a hand at the trio. With a wave power washing over them and changing their souls forever Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley, and Hermione Granger disappeared from the afterlife.

"You will take care of them in your world won't you," Death stated more then asked to the now seemingly empty station.

"Of course," replied a blue-headed man that walked out of the shadows.