Summary: Being in Death's Hall is boring for Harry and Death knew that. So for his beloved master to be happy, he made him live life once again. Only, the earth drastically changed from when he was last alive and he was the only one who could masterfully wield Mahou as well as being born with a powerful bloodline. Despote this, he still wanted a normal life. But of course nothing's easy when your name is Harry Potter. Slash.

Disclaimer: Clearly not mine. What else am I supposed to say other than that?

Note: Unedited. No beta. Additional Notes below. Will contain Slash in the long run. Enjoy reading! (MEISTER is 'Master' in German)

Death Meister

01:

For decades, Harry watched as the world changed. He watched from a safe distance, from a safe place where no one would be able to harm him, how his people thrived. He watched everyone who was connected to his once family. He watched how they lived. How they found love. How they found peace and how they died.

It wasn't a good existence, but it was something he could occupy with his absolute free time. He wasn't really that happy – he had probably forgotten what that kind of emotion felt like with how many years he lived in the Death's Hall without any other human contact. Death, he could talk to, but he wasn't exactly a 'human'. He was a being. A being who clearly didn't exactly knew the human emotions and just got by with watching how humans behaved in the mortal realm. And the servants around weren't exactly chatty, not to mention they were probably worse than Death when it came to emotions – but he was content.

And that was enough.

He watched as civilization changed. How they ran their politics. How they could just as easily as breathing commit crime. How they could slowly but surely lose their humanity for survival. He watched as hundreds of centuries passed and the Earth slowly changed. How the 'purge' happened between the mundanes and the magicals. How wars ravaged the cities and towns. How people died left and right just for the satisfaction or egos of the different leaders of the countries. How the buildings and man-made materials built on Earth were destroyed by modern technology.

He watched in interest how rebellions started. How they managed to at least fight back just as resourcefully and viciously as their counterparts. He watched as the Earth slowly but surely reverted back to its original state before technology happened.

He watched as Earth healed. He watched in growing interest and amazement as Earth finally managed to completely change the magic of those who were gifted just to survive as she finally realized how the mundanes probably wouldn't want the almost God-like abilities of her gifted children.

He watched as humans made truce with hard won loyalties and difficulties and how they came onto establishing countries on Earth once again to repopulate.

And he was pretty amazed at how Earth came to be right now.

He audibly sighed and it echoed almost eerily in the Hall where he was, lounging on the stone floor while looking at the Flowing Fountain where it recorded and let anyone who wanted to see about the different planes of the universe.

He could have watched the Middle Earth plane where the Elves retreated when they left Earth. Or the Valar's place even. He could have watched the other planets and how they also managed to establish their current society, especially that one really… different planet where they found pleasure from pain and the women lives a lot longer than men. And how the women get to marry their own sons when their husband die.

He could have watched any other really, but Earth was close to his heart. One he held dear. And one he couldn't help but watch rather closely.

"Are you bored, Master?" a deep, gravely and scratchy, but still rather strangely attractive voice said from behind him. He didn't answer. He merely propped his chin onto his hand as he continued watching Earth through its War even with its new structure.

It seemed that Earth would never be able to get rid of the poison that inhabited her land. Which was many things really. But for now, he would name it as 'War' since it was the result of that sins.

"I think it's time you go on an adventure Master," his ears prickled slightly at this. Adventure? Now that was something he would have liked to experience again.

Too bad Death's Hall wasn't exactly what you call an adventurous place. For him that is.

He's the Death's Master. Almost all the inhabitants of Death's Hall weren't exactly suicidal to dare harm him. And outside the Hall, everyone worships him. It was enough of make him remember the feeling of annoyance the unwanted attention was giving him. If he wasn't fond of Death, he would have really, really hurt him for being the reason everyone adores him.

Because apparently, Death had become mellowed when he finally came.

Death was already… not so good right now. Which was something he had expected a little bit from a being who was Death itself. But knowing what he was seeing right now about his trusted friend was a 'mellowed-out' version, he really didn't want to know Death's attitude before he came to the picture.

He moved slightly away from the fountain, adjusted the white satin dress robe he wore – something he was completely comfortable with and wouldn't allow anyone to change no matter how much Death 'grumble' about what white symbolizes – even while he was still sitting on the stone floor and looked at his ever present companion and loyal friend – he refused to ever use the word 'slave' when it came to Death since he really, really didn't like it and would have tried everything he could to take his authority off Death if he didn't know Death might think he was abandoning him by even trying for ways to do it. Who knew Death could be emotional? – with questioning eyes.

"What do you mean? There really isn't any kind of 'adventure' around your realm you know," he couldn't help but point out.

Death's dark eyes looked mischievous even as his lips turned up into a half-smirk. "Living in the mortal realm once again counts as an adventure Master."

He blinked his eyes rapidly. He wasn't quite sure what Death was saying but he had a funny feeling he probably would either hate it or love it. Almost everything Death did for him evoked those two warring emotion inside him, making him feel really familiar with those two feelings.

"I don't quite get it," he admitted. Death gave a chortled laugh before coughing once and speaking in a serious voice.

"You could be reborn in the mortal realm Master. If you desire that is." Harry's surprise clearly showed on his face if Death's nod was anything to go by.

"I could? But I thought I died. Wasn't death your domain? Have you discussed this with Vitas?" he asked, worried that Death's recent idea would get his friend into trouble. Vitas – who was Life – was the one who watches over the living. Everything that were alive on Earth was her domain. So Death's idea of rebirth wasn't really his domain but Vitas and Death would probably be in trouble if he went through it.

"Ah, I talked with Vitas already. That bloody woman laughed at me when I asked. Couldn't she have just told me immediately before laughing for probably a millennia?"

He doubted that Vitas really did laugh for that long. But her laughing at Death, she probably did. She had a wicked sense of humour and always turned it onto Death. That was perhaps how they show their love for each other. They should just go on together if they really loved each other and not do this confusing courting process.

Love would be giggling right now if she saw Death grumble about Vitas. Again. And then would agree with his observations once again. And then they would plot on how to get the two powerful Gods together so they could live happily-

"Master, were you talking to Love again? The light you emit is making me uncomfortable," he stopped daydreaming just to see Death squirming from where he was standing. He couldn't stop the snort that came out of him but immediately motioned for him to continue taking when he shot him a small glare.

"As I was saying, Vitas said that I didn't need her abilities for your rebirth. She said that as you are my master-" Harry shot him a huff, not liking the implication of the word 'slave' on that sentence. "-I could just do it myself since you were really neither alive nor dead on the actual state of words. In other words, you are an unknown variable in the afterlife."

Silence.

But if you were to listen really carefully, you could practically hear the grinding of Harry's teeth as his frustration surfaced quite unexpectedly.

"Great. Fan-fucking-tastic! I'm an unknown. That's so much better," he ran his hand through his short but still messy hair even in the afterlife. "I could never really be normal huh?" he couldn't help but say bitterly.

Death was immediately on his side, soothing him while he spoke. "It's okay Master. I'm not exactly normal am I?" Harry snorted at that but gave Death a warm smile which the being was completely proud of to see it directed at him. "So Master, would you go for it?"

Harry became silent and looked at Death in the eye.

"It's an adventure."

He didn't answer.

"It would be enjoyable. You'd be able to interact with humans again!"

He didn't open his mouth. Still, Death persisted.

"You would be happy!"

Harry's eyes looked at Death sharply and Death understood what his master wanted to say without him even voicing it.

"I'll be okay Master. I'll still be here and would watch over you. We could communicate through the ring. And I'll also be happy to see you happy."

Harry searched Death's dark and probably emotionless eyes to others but still was strangely open to him. And then he nodded.

"Okay. I'll take your offer."

A/N:

Hahahahaha! I just wrote this literally today! I got this really awesome idea that wouldn't get out of my head. I have another but still hadn't written yet. I'll post when it's done...

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