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'text' - thoughts

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'Where am I? Am I dead?' Harry woke up a couple of minutes ago in an unknown place. A grey fog surrounded him, nothing else. It was like a void. He could remember walking into the Forbidden Forest to sacrifice himself for the others. Then a certain green spell hit him.

"Hello Harry. I'm happy to finally meet you personally." A deep and cold voice said behind him.

Harry suppressed narrowly a jump and whirled around. A huge creature stood a few feet away from him. The creature was at least 8ft and enwrapped in a black cloak. It wasn't possible to spot any features except the eyes, red eyes with a glow that screamed supernatural. The cold and powerful aura of the creature almost overwhelmed Harry. His eyes widened in fear. 'What the fuck! What have I done now?' He tried to reply something, but his mouth or any muscle wouldn't cooperate. The creature chuckled darkly.

"Let me introduce myself, I'm Death and you will be my new master."

"Death… master?!" Harry replied shakily after a few moments to compose him.

"Yes, master. You have already heard of the title Master of Death with the three Hallows of Death. You are going to become Master of Death. At the moment, you are in an intermediate phase. The Elder Wand has already accepted you, but you haven't touched it since. That means the transfer of the title from your precursor has started, but couldn't be completed…"

"Stop, I don't want it. Take it back. I only want a normal life."

Death chuckled coldly.

"You can't stop it. It is too late. You own all three Hallows and fulfill the other requirements. Sometimes it isn't possible to flee your destiny."

"What have I done in my previous life to deserve this?"

"Nothing, you should see it as gift… I would like to complete the transfer and then I can offer you several possibilities. Call for the items. They will appear for you. During the transfer you will get the basic information and I will explain more after it… Don't try to resist, there is no way out until the next Master of Death turns up."

Harry could assess situation and persons very good; it was essential to survive the Dursleys. It was like a sixth sense. At the moment this sense told him, that he has no other chance than to comply. There was no way out. He concentrated on the Invisibility Cloak of his family. It was easy to imagine the cloak, because he has used it so often in the last seven year. A few moments later it appeared in his hand. The Resurrection Stone and Elder Wand were more difficult to call, but after a while he could concentrate enough and the items appeared on the cloak.

"Well done. It will be easier and faster each time. Touch all three Hallows. It could hurt a little, because of the information transfer, you will get. It depends on your skills in the mind arts."

The young wizard has suffered enough pain for several lifetimes and didn't fear it any longer. He touched the Hallows without hesitation. The information transfer started at once. A couple of minutes later he groaned loudly and his mind shut down.

Harry regained slowly his consciousness. He opened his eyes. 'Where am I? Where is the Hippogriff herd that stamped over him?' Harry tried to sit up, but realized that it was a bad idea to move his head. A piercing headache prevented further movement. A dark chuckle came from the right side. 'Right, this voice and aura. I'm with Death. How could I forget it?'

"I told you that it could hurt a little."

"Bastard, if this is a little, I don't want to know what much pain is."

"I could show you."

"No, not necessary. I don't want to know, really."

"Here, this potion should help with the pain. We have a lot to cover."

Harry looked to the vial with disgust. He hated potions, but there is no other way. Annoyed he took the vial and downed it in one go. He tried not to taste it, but the taste was foul and overwhelming. The only good thing of potions is that they took effect immediately.

"Ok, what do we have to cover? You said something about possibilities."

"Yes, I can offer you three possibilities to live from now on. For all options, you would stop aging with 25 years until your successor gains the title Master of Death, but this won't be for at least a millennium.

First option, you could return to your live as Harry Potter. But you should know that Albus Dumbledore is alive, waiting to take all the fame. He has created a marriage contract for you with Ginny. The plan is to imprison you once your first heir is born. You would be declared as Dark wizard. In addition the Light will suppress the Dark. A civil war will dominate magical Britain for at least a decade."

"I knew it, this manipulative bastard. I regret to ever step in the wizard world."

"Calm down, you haven't had a chance. He used spells and potions to influence you in the right way for the Greater Good and he would continue with it. In addition, Dumbledore has sealed parts of your magical core and some of your abilities. Because of that I offer you the other possibilities. I want a happy master. Your second option is reincarnation. You would get a second chance with a loving family. You would keep your magic, all abilities of this life and some of your traits. At the beginning your memories from this life would be blocked, but I would start to unlock slowly your memories, when you turn four years. The feelings related to your memories would only be a shade of the original's. I would train your new skills until your birth. The third option is simple; you will come with me and train. After your training you can decide what to do.

But before you decide, I have to tell you that with your current body, you won't be able to tap your full potential. Because of the horcrux and seals your magical core was damaged and couldn't develop in a proper way. Your core is full with scars, which avoid further development. As Voldemort tried to kill you sixteen years ago, a power awoke that is called Dying Will Flames. Your magic and the flames saved your life and destroyed Voldemort's body. Dying Will Flames is energy from your life-force and is entwined with your soul. But the horcrux has scarred your soul and diminished or rather warped your flames. With the reincarnation the scars could be removed from your soul and your new body has a brand-new magical core. You could unfurl your complete potential."

"With your explanation there is only one real possibility." Harry snorted.

"I gave you three." Death smirked at him.

"Yeah, what you said. I have never heard of this Dying Will Flames, could you explain it more."

"There are two categories of flames, Flames of the Sky and Earth, each with seven elements. Each element has specific characteristics. The Flames of Sky are the most common with the following elements: Sky with harmony, Storm with disintegration, Rain with tranquility, Sun with activation, Lightning with hardening, Cloud with propagation and Mist with construction. You have Sky Flames, which are rare. Sky Flames attract the other elements. The ultimate goal of elements is to harmonize with a Sky. The Sky is like the home that will be guarded and protected. For more, you should go through the information, you have got as Master of Death."

"Let me guess, my flames radiate rather disharmony than harmony. Because of that people were keen to hate me."

"Yes, that would be correct."

"That can't be reversed, can it?"

"Correct."

"As I said, there is only one possibility. Anyway the first option is out of question. They can handle their problems, I have done enough for this unworthy leeches." Harry spat out.

"I chose the reincarnation. It would be nice to have a family and maybe a body that is not malnourished and full of scars."

"Ok, then come."