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Note: Unedited. No Beta. Slow update.

Edited: Aug. 01, 2015 = Since I 'blindsided' my readers about the 'slashiness' of my fic eventhough they 'continued' reading, I am putting a warning that there will be SLASH and many other themes that you may find unpleasant about this fic. I'm sorry if I didn't manage to warn you ahead of time. I really forgot about it.

Of Magic and Death

01:

Betrayal.

It was such a good motivation for what he was about do at that moment.

He lost everything. He lost his innocence, his sense of self, his free will, the people who loved him and the people he cared about.

All because of the entire magical population of the England Wizarding World.

And right at the center of it was the self-proclaimed Light Leader.

Wasn't it enough that he cleaned up their messes with Voldemort? With his Death Eaters? Why did they have to take everyone and everything he wanted?

As he stared at the Mirror of Erised, looking at the peacefulness and completeness that the mirror showed him, he smiled bitterly.

That was supposed to be his life after all of the hardships he endured. He deserved it. He knew he did. But then again, the witches and wizards weren't really all that different from muggles. Their fear of the unknown was just the same as their non-magical counterparts. He should have expected it.

But he didn't. And he only realized the truth ten years after the war, when he felt he had to check his accounts in Gringotts Bank. With the Goblin's help, managed to shake off and drain the numerous controlling and will-suppressing spells and potions from his system. They even managed to take off some impressive memory blocks from his mind.

They should have just tossed him to Azkaban than do this. As far as he was concerned, being in Azkaban would have been preferable than living a slave's life. Preferable since he had the other magical creatures as friends and would have made his life easier.

And he would at least still have some of his own free will.

But they didn't.

And he would make it their downfall.

"The ritual is finished Lord Potter," a goblin behind him said. He looked at him and gave a small, genuine smile.

"Thank you. I'll be there with the mirror," the goblin named Rotfang bowed with a feral grin before walking out of the room he was given in when he came to the Gringotts bank two years ago.

"Are you sure about your decision Master?"

He looked at the powerful entity that had materialized beside him, shadows creeping and dancing on his feet.

"Yes," he simply stated, voice full of conviction.

"Very well Master. I suppose you will claim your title as the 'Child of Magic' then?" he nodded. The entity hummed before he gave a sigh. "I will not question nor change your decision Master. But if you really want to return, can I activate your dormant abilities?"

"Dormant abilities?" he didn't think that there were other abilities he was entitled to. After all, the blocked ones he had were more than enough to make him powerful.

"Yes. Your bloodline has several abilities that needed certain requirements for it to fully activate. I am just going to give enough boost to make sure it manifests,"

He mulled over it for a moment, still looking at the images he could see on the mirror before he gave a firm nod and gave the entity beside him a warm smile.

"Do it. I trust you Death,"

"Thank you Master," the entity known as Death touched his forehead, making him feel a cold yet at the same time warmth seep from his forehead and sinking in deep into his being before settling down.

"I don't feel any different," he curiously stated. Death chuckled a little bit.

"You won't Master, not at the moment. I set it so that it would activate the moment you went back. I also gave a knowledge associated with the abilities in your meadow. You will of course need to control them as I couldn't influence that," he nodded, indicating that he understood the instruction.

There was a question he wanted to ask Death, the entity that he treated as his best friend that had always been with him even if he hadn't known it before but was hesitating. He bit his lip in uncertainty before he felt a cold touch on his cheek. He glance at Death who was looking at him with worry that others would not even see, much less detect.

"What is it Master?"

He bit his lip, refraining to correct Death's address to him – he was far too used of it to comment and he also knew he wouldn't even listen if he correct him – and finally spoke what was bothering him.

"Will you answer if I call?"

"Of course," Death immediately said, not even hesitating even for a second.

"Even if I wasn't your Master yet?" Death gave him an affectionate smile before answering.

"I am not restricted by time Master. I am the entity that controls all perceiving death. I already knew, even before I gave the Peverell brothers my trinkets, that you would be my Master. I watched you even before you managed to unite all my hollows. I already accepted your claim over me just as you accepted my claim over you,"

He gave a small sigh of relief before he gave Death a peck on his cold cheek."Thank you," He gave a small grin at Death's shocked look, like he couldn't believe he had done that.

Death had always been shocked whenever he did something affectionate to the entity. He knew why though. It was because he was used to the mortal's fear of him. They didn't see him as release even though they should since he gave them that, but a curse. Something they evaded at all cost.

And it was sad for him how Death's apathy towards the mortals was the result of that.

Death was his closest friend. Someone he cherished deeply.

"Come on Death. Let's get this over with," Death nodded before a silver shimmer covered his entire being. It was then he followed him inside the chamber where the ritual for what he was about to do was laid out all ready for him.

He looked around the room and saw that the goblins who were helping him with the ritual were giving wide, feral grins. They looked entirely gleeful doing something that the ministry would have deemed as illegal.

If they knew.

But they shivered and took a wary step back when he looked at him even if their grins didn't change. He knew why that was. They could feel Death's presence in the room even if they couldn't see him standing beside him cloaked with his invisibility properties.

"Let us start my friends," he said. They gave approving nods before they moved securing the ritual circle and power levels needed as an anchor for the huge spell to turn back from the beginning he so desired.

"Master," he glanced at his friend beside him. "We are not sure at what time you will be delivered. Even if you had the memory to anchor you as needed, we do not know accurately if it is enough. And you could even be sent into another dimension Master. Are you sure you want to continue this? Regardless of the unknown?" he couldn't help but snort at the last word.

"I have never feared the unknown after I met you Death. As long as you are with me and you never left me alone, I would be okay," Death nodded before he instructed him to lie down on the center. He did as instructed.

The ritual they were doing was something his ancestors from the Peverell line created. Ignotus Peverell said on his journal that the spell was complex and full of complications. If done right, it would deliver as what the spell was for, to turn back farther into time. But of course, there was uncertainty and a price.

The spell needed a lot of magic and memory anchor for it to work. And then the person that would be travelling back also need a lot of magic to activate the stored magic on the runic circle. The magic would be like the battery needed to deliver the person to the time he or she desired. The runes on the circle was information needed so that all of the person – example was his magic and body – was delivered safely.

The price is, of course, the destruction of the time in which he resided. Or if he went into another dimension, the destruction of the dimension he lived in.

That wouldn't be a problem really because the planet was already dying. Give it a few years before he effect was seen. Death had said so.

And besides, with all of his loved ones taken already, he really had no desire to live in this world. And the goblins decided to help regardless of the consequences because they said they wanted an equal life that he would be able to give when he finally went back. He didn't protest. He needed help after all.

A golden dome appeared around him before the chanting started. It was Death's whispered 'good luck' he heard and his nod he last saw before he closed his eyes and let his magic swept around the circle.

Death watched as his master released his magic on the runes all at once, his clothes dissolving at the amount of pure magic around him. The runes used to draw the circle glowed and his master's body immediately turned into particles and condensed into a ball. It continued until what he was seeing was his master's soul. It was a beautiful soul glowing with a swirling silver and occasional golden black – his connection with his master – and it was then he realized that his master wouldn't be just returning back in time.

He was also travelling in another dimension. He sighed. When it comes to his master, everything never went according to plan.

He watched until the golden dome flicked and disappeared, the runic circle sizzling before turning into dust.

He looked around him dispassionately as the dimension he was in looked to be quivering before it was just gone.

He went back to his place and waited for his master to call him.

It might take a while. But he was patient. He could wait.

A/N:

Harry Potter fanfic here. My very first, well first HP I'm dedicated to continuing anyway. Not much here. What do you think?