Disclaimer: I do not own anything that is referenced in this work of fanfiction that hence follows this chapter or any other chapter.

"blah blah" parseltongue and different languages (not that I see myself writing different languages, hehe).

"blah blah" dreams and nightmares.

"blah blah" normal speech.

Chapter 1: Tragedy and Desperation

Thump…

Harry ran towards Hogwarts, panting and worse for wear. He forced his way through the massive undergrowth that suddenly surrounded Hogwarts with its dead trees attempting to bar him access to what was once his home. Now a desolate wasteland with mangled corpses and blood-soaked grounds, he ignored it seemingly not caring for they were not the ones he was looking for.

Dread filled Harry's heart as he entered the massive oak doors of Hogwarts. Once there, he manoeuvred his way around faceless bodies and he soon found himself facing the entrance towards the great hall. Its hinges were blown away by a Bombarda Maxima right through the rusty metal that held the door through the years.

When Harry entered through the now non-existent doors he's heart clenched in pain as he staggered towards the scene that he hoped never to see however Fate seems to have made messing his life as one of its hobbies, he thought humourlessly.

He continued to gaze at his best friends corpses when the shadows abruptly gathered around said corpses and formed a void that slowly pulled the dead bodies inside its dark, inky depths.

Why were the shadows eating his best mates' corpse? He wondered but soon pushed it out of his mind when the shadows pulled his friends down the abyss. He chased after it but his efforts were for naught as the shadows went farther and farther away in the abyss the faster he chased after them.

His arm shot forward, as Hermione and the Weasleys, everyone he held dear, was eaten away by the ominous shadows until none of them were left. Harry stood for a moment in shocked silence before the gravity of the situation crashed down upon him.

His only family was gone.

They were gone. All gone and they were never going back.

Grief tore through his heart and his Occlumency shields were shattered by the echo of his mournful cry as his knees gave way to the words that kept repeating in his broken psyche. Yes, they were gone and he wasn't able to give them a proper farewell.

Then he snapped. Harry screamed as his magic crackled and formed ripples on the ground. The uncontrolled magic further destroyed his surroundings and he cackled whilst looking around the destruction he caused before he was ripped into pieces by his raging dark magic, laughing madly as it did.

Harry awoke with a gasp; he put his trembling hand on his chest as he tried to calm the frantic beating of his heart and for a while, the only sound that broke through the silence was the erratic panting of a young man who looked as if he went through a storm.

He tried hard to keep his tears from falling and he thought he finally succeeded when suddenly the dam that held him together, broke.

Tears streamed down his face in a never ending river as memories of his only friends and family passed through him in a whirlwind. The day he met Ron and the Weasleys, Hermione and her bushy hair, Neville's lost toad, Remus, Sirius, and Hedwig.

His heart clenched even further as Harry thought of her. Hedwig was his faithful familiar who took an Avada Kedavra for him to ensure that he lived happily after the war ended. Only he wasn't happy. You would've thought that he would be, now that his arch nemesis was gone.

But no, when he finally killed Voldemort he felt numbed of all sensations and this confused him a lot. He should be happy, however thinking about Riddle's demise only made these unknown emotions worse. He read in a book that sometimes after such a long time of shooting spells left and right and running into bloody situations, one could only feel tired, as if one couldn't bear to live anymore.

It made sense, he thought, that he should feel like that but somehow he knew that this wasn't the case. After he got over his strange impassiveness, he ventured towards the place that he figure his friends would be in, hopefully in a right condition.

Oh, they were there, but they weren't alive. Only then did he realize that he was the only one who survived the impromptu invasion of the Death Eaters, and since then he hadn't allowed himself to mourn. Until he met the Flamels, that is.

He recognized their names but their faces were unfamiliar. No one really knew what they looked like with the exception of Dumbledore who teamed up with Nicolas Flamel on the twelve uses of Dragon blood. The Flammels helped him deal with the grief that threatened to crash down on him by treating him as if he were the child they never had.

Perenelle and Nicolas taught him everything they knew, even the lost arts. They taught him the Ley lines, Druidic magic, Oriental magic, Ancient Blood magic, Wandless magic, Ancient Runes, Alchemy, and everything they could cram into his head. They helped him mourn his lost family, whom he knew were living peacefully with the 'people upstairs'.

After he finished studying and living with them for three years, he finally asked why they were doing this for him, letting him grow his Slytherin side and allowing him to be the prodigy he was meant to be. They told him what he already knew and a few which shocked him and filled him with sorrow.

They explained that he was the son they never had and that they wanted him to know magic at its purest form without the prejudiced views of the Wizarding World. Perenelle told him in a not-so-subtle way that Dumbledore manipulated him into fulfilling the prophecy which stated that he was the one with 'the power to vanquish the Dark Lord' not the one that will vanquish the Dark Lord.

If Snape hadn't heard the prophecy and in turn told the Dark Lord, it would not have happened and his family would still be alive, albeit, living in fear of Voldemort. But at least Riddle would not have turned insane due to his fear of death and the prophecy about Harry that led the man to taking drastic measures in the form of more Horcruxes, leaving him with only a sliver of a soul in his body.

As Harry absorbed the influx of information, he shouldn't have relaxed even slightly, for Nicolas had yet to say the final one that truly broke the camel's back. Together, Nicolas and Perenelle told him of their impending death, they explained to him that they only have a month to live since they've used all of their elixirs to spend their time with him and ensure that he didn't break down and kill himself.

They looked pained as they informed Harry of their situation and suddenly, Harry could take no more, and so he cried for the first time after three years. He flung himself towards his surrogate parents as they embraced each other as if their life depended on it, and in retrospect, it did. The Flamels, including Harry, spent that whole month relaxing and spending their last time together. They Blood adopted Harry, which caused said adult to burst into tears in happiness.

After the death of his surrogate parents, Harry mourned their deaths for a day before he received his inheritance from the Flamel's. He was informed that he was now the paterfamilias of the Potter, Flamel, and Black families. With his Potter inheritance, he travelled around the world for two years, studying a myriad of magics from different tribes before he settled down to live in Grimmauld Place.

He couldn't bear to live in the Flamel castle where memories of the deaths of its former owners were still fresh. He then spent a year in Grimmauld Place devouring everything in its massive library, dark, light or neutral, it didn't matter. The Flamels taught him that all types of magic had the potential of being dangerous, people just refused to acknowledge it, content with cowering and simpering for the Ministries approval and disgusting the more understanding of wizards and witches.

It didn't matter anyway, for he had no intention of pointing out the loopholes and ridiculousness of the Ministry to the people, he would only be labelled as the new Dark Lord.

Harry wiped the tears off his face, stood up and flicked his ring finger in a casual show of wandless magic to set up his bed. He strode towards the bathroom, turned on the sink and splashed his face with water. He turned his gaze to see his reflection on the mirror.

His eyes were bloodshot, his skin was pale and clammy, and eye bags were prominent below his eyes. He looked like death warmed over and decided to turn his gaze away from his visage on the mirror. Harry continued his morning rituals and took off his clothes and strode towards the bath.

As the warm water cascaded upon his back, a voice interrupted his calm thoughts.

"Tell me, Master, what have you decided to do after this?" Death said softly in a raspy ethereal voice. Death has always been with him through the thick and thin, since his childhood. Once he arrived at Hogwarts after learning the existence of magic, he had guessed that magic was his companion during the dark times where he was confined inside the cupboard after an especially harsh beating from Vernon, which comforted him and warmed him whilst healing his injuries.

After receiving the Deathly Hollows, Death informed him that he was the one who healed him along with his magic throughout his fledgling days and that he was also an immortal because of the Hollows. Death was like a brother, a confidante, and surprisingly a precious companion. He would have turned insane in the knowledge that he would not be able to see his friends and family in the other side without Death at his side.

Harry hummed, "I planned to go to Godric's Hollow to visit my families' and friends' grave as well." He informed the unearthly being behind him and somehow felt the God nod as he stepped out of the shower and dressed himself in new undergarments and long sleeved, button up green silk shirt and black pants. Finally, he wore comfortable black robes and shined men's shoes above his casual wear.

Harry was well aware of Death's presence behind him as he apparated towards Godric's Hollow's graveyard. He approached his parent's grave and kneeled as he placed the bouquet of lilies on the ground, in front of his parent's grave and said, "Hi mum and dad, how long has it been since I've visited you? Well, I'd like to think I've been doing well by myself, but who am I kidding, I probably look like shite, huh?" He chuckled humourlessly as a rebellious tear escaped his eye and he wiped it with trembling hands, "I don't think I can take this anymore, with only Walburga and Kreacher as company, how I stayed sane for God knows how long is your guess. I sometimes wished if only I wasn't weak and stupid I would've been able to save the Weasleys and Sirius. But I can't always think of the what ifs you know, without getting depressed. I'm unstable enough as it is. I have nothing to live for anymore and I'm an immortal." He raised his head to stare up at the dark clouds looming on the horizon.

"Master," Death began and Harry looked at the Being, "I have told you a few of my expected abilities, however there are some which I have not," before Death could explain further, Harry interrupted,

"Why do you choose to inform me of your abilities?" He inquired with a confused tilt of his head, "I understand that I am your Master but you need not tell me as your secrets are yours to hide."

Death paused and shrugged, "Master, of all the wizards and witches that have come across the Hollow's, you are by far the most selfless being I have had the pleasure of being my Master and hopefully my last Master for I would not want another one after you." It said softly whilst putting its hand on Harry's shoulder.

"Oh," was all Harry could say.

"As I was saying before you interrupted me," at this Harry grinned sheepishly, "If you had the chance to go back and change everything, would you take it?" Death asked its Master, whose eyes turned wide and whose jaws floundered for a moment. A soft breeze passed by which caused Harry to shiver before he cast a wandless warming charm.

"I-Yes I would, but there is a price, I take it?" Harry stuttered but managed to say the rest calmly whilst staring at Death. There was fear, hope, and sorrow in his wide emerald shards and tears welled up before Death wiped away his tears, causing Harry to lean towards the Gods hand. Despite Death's hand being skeletal, it was warm.

"Yes, Master," Death murmured, "You will no longer be what you once were, rather, you will be what you are now for I have always wanted one of my own." The being explained softly.

Harry gasped and said slowly as if he could not believe it, "You mean," he swallowed, "You want me to be your son? Your heir?" He turned his slightly incredulous gaze to the God.

Death nodded in affirmation, "For so long I have watched you grow up and I must admit, I have become rather attached to you," Harry blushed, smiling, "Once I do this you will not only be my Master, but my heir as well. Will you accept?" Death asked, a hopeful tinge escaping through his voice.

"Yes!" Harry flushed, looking shy all of a sudden, "I mean yes, I do accept, I figured since I am already immortal it does not really change anything." He said with a careless shrug.

"Then it shall be done," Death said, however he was not finished, "I must tell you then that you will not really be in the past rather an alternate universe that has the same circumstances with this dimension with a few noticeable changes that you will find out once there." The God warned his mortal before turning invisible once again.

Harry nodded allowing Death to continue, whose voice was carried in the wind, "You will not remember some of your memories so that your psyche will not suffer immense stress as you will be reincarnated of sorts. Your less than wanted memories will be hidden underneath your Occlumency shields which will be arranged in an acceptable manner not the clatter that your thoughts once were."

Harry blushed and looked down thoughtfully for a moment before he nodded and said, "Alright, let's get this show on the road." Then Death snapped its fingers.

Harry felt like he was falling, a bright flash blinded him and he was barely aware of what was happening. Unable to withstand these intense emotions and memories passing by him, he fainted into oblivion. The void, swallowing him whole.