A/N: Sorry about this, but the story's premise doesn't interest me much anymore. This chapter is to provide some closure since I don't like leaving a story unfinished. Thank you everyone who reviewed, followed and/or added this to their favourites.

It's sunny outside, and Harry could feel a smile tugging at his lips at the sight from outside the window. Children, or teenagers he should say, lounging under the shade and talking animatedly. And in the center of it all, bright like a thousand suns, is Tsuna.

He really has come a long way from the shy, nervous child that he was. Just the thought of him being hurt brings all sorts of ache to his chest; he truly regrets the first few years when he's dozing off. His absentness, correction, deadness, has cost his child a good chunk of his childhood.

Children aren't supposed to know violence. He remembers the bruises around Tsuna's neck vividly. Like a morbid photograph. And dozens of other wounds, from after that, he remembers them all. He is beyond glad that in the end, Tsuna is surrounded by steadfast friends. Guardians.

"This is where the contract ends, Master." A voice floats to his ears, and he smiles. His eyes never stray from the window, but he knows well who the figure hovering behind him is.

He sighs. "I never asked to live forever, you know. The whole 'killing my feelings to preserve my sanity' is uncalled for."

"You never change. After all these years... only you would willingly leave everything behind. Did you at least find what you're looking for, Master?"

Harry breathes, slowly, reigning in regrets and bitterness. He hasn't, and will never find it. It's gone for good, yet his heart longs for it still. "If only fate wasn't so cruel."

"Fate?"

"What I was looking for wasn't meant to be." Tom, Voldemort. His nemesis. And if he is allowed honesty... his only equal. They are, were, two sides of the same coin, light and shadow, yin and yang. They were so similar yet so different, and the magnetism of their enmity could have been something else entirely had Voldemort didn't practically murder his family and half of Wizarding Britain. Nothing short of time-traveling could salvage something like that.

He could almost hear the 'oh' as Death processes his answer.

"It's fine. It's not the only kind of love there is. In the end, I even learned how to properly raise at least a child of mine." He laughs. "I didn't appreciate it the first time, you know? I wanted a family. I got it. But it wasn't enough for me. I'm glad this time it's different. Tsuna is enough for me. I'm going to be the most horrible, overprotective mother there is, but I'll have this. I'll have this."

He could hear the rustling of cloth, and something cold pressing on his back. "You're going to be erased. Your memories as Harry. All of your existence, identity, Master! Why are you so-"

Harry laughs. Free, like he has never since all those years in a wondrous, magical castle. "Nana will still be there. Only I'm meant to go, right? She, he, I, will always keep watch over those children. It's enough for me."

Behind him, Death is radiating regret, guilt, and even fondness, and Harry thinks that he might be a little lonely, for a god. It must be why he's so reluctant to let him go; Harry must be the last person to ever be close enough to the being to be a friend, after Ignotus. But like all good friends, there are meetings and good-byes, and it's time for the latter.

Harry takes one last good look at the sunny lawn, and in one breath falls asleep, this time forever.