Within two years, Harry had managed to reconstruct and change the city-village he found himself in. While some cultural things couldn't have been changed (such as the human sacrifice and monthly offerings) he'd managed to tweak some of it; they'd only sacrifice rapists and murders and the offerings pleased him if they were used to better their city. Two years. Two years of waking up every day to people bowing to him, praying to him, thanking him.

His body had changed over the time spent among the Aztecs. Muscles had filled out from walking the temple steps and while he never labored, he still joined his people in the hard work of the daily life. His dark hair had lengthened to his shoulders, becoming somewhat more tame while his eyes still glowed an unnatural green that was reminiscent of the killing curse he knew so intimately. His face had sharpened with age and he knew that while this body had been human, it had slowly been changing into something completely different than every other person in the city-state. His body had grown until he stood taller than most, his presence startled and even scared those who visited the village for trade.

Occasionally, he'd wonder when Death would yank him away if he would. He decided that rather than focus on when he would be leaving, he'd make the most of his time by preparing his people - and they had become his people when he spent every day with them, when he played with the children and helped the dying pass on peacefully. With his magic (in their eyes, his divine power) he'd helped them build tremendous walls of stone and metal. They'd built underground homes that in the event that they were raided, they'd still have shelter where they could hide and still fight back. Tunnels traveled underneath the entire city-state, with an exit in each direction so that depending on which side they were being attacked on, the people could still evacuate. With spells he'd learnt from Hermione and Neville, he'd helped the crops be prosperous and the water cleaned and purified. He casted wards over the city, a pillar on each corner of the wall marked with runes all designed to protect his people. It had taken over four and a half months and countless tries but he had managed to make a mild version of the Essence of Dittany to help injuries and had begun teaching the local healers on how to make it. He had begun training them with weapons and traps, to better protect themselves. After he'd spoken the prophecy, the Chief, Namacuix, had sent word of warning to other nearby villages and cities. Those who had taken it seriously had sent villagers of sacrifice back in gratitude.

Harry had begun to develop a reputation among his people for being benevolent to the innocent. When a man was sent to him to for sacrifice by the other villages who also prayed to him, he'd ask for the man's family to be included in trade for goods. Normally, the other village would accept and within days, the family would arrive. Chief Namacuix had appointed a spokesperson to introduce the new villagers to the changes Harry had made, to the belief that Lord God Mictlantecuhtle was a kind and caring God who was working on protecting his people from invaders.

Within the first few months was his first time that he noticed someone doing accidental magic. He had been walking along one of the garden paths that the children often frequented while playing and he'd noticed that one of their toys had landed in one of the many canals that made their way through the entire city. A child, no more than four, had reached for the toy and at first, Harry had been worried that the little girl would fall in and drown but to his amazement, the toy floated out of the water and into her hands. Magic! His people had magic! He had smiled, walking out into view and greeted the children, easily giving each one attention as they excitedly clamored over each other to get him to pay attention to them.

When he had finally talked to all of the children but the little magical girl, who stood in the back of the entire pack of children. The shy little girl, clutching the toy in her hands, Harry could only remember when he had been a child, desperate not to get into trouble from the Dursley's for doing something freakish. The human God simply smiled, picking her up to hold her. "Let us go find your parents, my child." he said, turning and heading towards the market place, where he knew most of the adults not working were currently shopping. Either he would find her parents there, or someone could direct him in the right direction.

He had been wandering the area, the child in his arms, chatting pleasantly with the imaginative child who was in awe of the God giving her attention. It was the sudden cry of "Xochitl!" that had him turning to watch as a young woman hurried over to them, a basket containing woven blankets rested on her head. She looked very similar to the little girl, the same nose and cheeks. Her black hair was ornately done with ribbons and beads with half of it expertly wrapped in the back. Harry watched as she approached, bowing deeply, looking half-terrified at the sight of her child in the arms of her God. "Lord Mictlantecuhtle, I hope my daughter did not disturb you."

The Master of Death turned God smiled deeply at the woman before him, "Rise my daughter, I bring news of great fortune to you and your family."

The woman stood up from her bow, looking heavily confused. "Shall I go and call for my husband so that you may speak to us?"

Harry nodded, "You may find us at my temple, Xochitl is a very fortunate child." He watched as the woman hurried away to go get her husband. He knew that she would be worried over what had gathered his attention to her daughter but her fear and loyalty to him would have her obey.

It took only a few minutes to reach the elaborate room he had been living in. Xochitl was quiet as he placed her on a cushion as he requested one of his ever present servants to bring in fresh fruit. Her parents arrived as the fruit did, the husband having just come from working in the fields. Sweat and dirty covered his body though Harry could see where he had attempted to clean his face before appearing before their God. Harry smiled, waving a hand in the direction of their daughter, who sat with wide eyes on the cushion he had placed her. "Sit and eat the treats that have been provided."

The couple hurried over to their daughter, holding her close as they sat down next to her. They both glanced at the fruit but didn't take any as they huddled together. Harry turned away from the open view of the city to make his way to the cushions sitting opposite of the family. "I was watching the children play earlier when I noticed the most wonderful thing. Your daughter has been blessed by the Gods. She carries inside of her a gift from the Gods themselves." At the parent's wide-eyed looks of shock, he smiled in understanding. "Long ago, we Gods decided that we would bless some of our children with magic, as a way of thanking your faith for all these years." The adults had gazed down their child in amazement, Harry simply smiled, letting them take a moment to soak in the knowledge that their daughter was gifted before he continued speaking, "I shall train her magic so that she may better serve her community. With her knowledge, she will have a better future, one where she will have more freedom than what she currently has."

The father looked at their God, eyes shining, "You wish to teach my daughter? To be a disciple of the Great God Mictlantecuhtle, it is an honor we never expected. We are deeply humbled, my Lord." He bowed in his seat, his wife quickly copying him.

Harry laughed heartily, "I am so pleased to have found one of my dear children among my people. I had feared that I would not find one among you. Please, feast and enjoy your stay in my rooms. The Chief will be informed of the changes that your daughters gift will bring."

It had taken a short talk with the Chief before the people had begun building a building near his own. He had designed a large open area in the middle, with four different sections. One held a small pool of water, another with rich soil, a third with a pit of charcoal and the fourth was a bit different, it was simply empty. At the end of the large open area was a door that led to several rooms, each with a different purpose of training the young witches and wizards. One held different samples and ingredients from the world around them for potion making, another room had several corn husk stuffed dummies to practice against, there was a room that held scrolls of spells and their incantations for future generations that he had written down himself. The last room was the most interesting, while Harry had never paid much attention to wandlore, he did know how important it was to have a conduct and so he had gone out and collected some rare ingredients where they laid in jars and pottery until he sent a disciple in to go craft their own conduct whether it was a staff, wand or something entirely else.

After the training building had been constructed, Harry had had all of the children in the entire city-state brought before him. Kids from priests and farmers, artisans and soldiers, nobility and slaves. Every child had stood before him and he had tested each to see if magic had lived within them. He had found over sixty children and seven adults. The Chief's only daughter had been one too, much to the delight of the man. He had been so happy to see magic alive again, he had demanded a feast. One to celebrate the new beginning of their people.

The celebratory feast lasted two long days with food and drink and music and dancing. He had even joined in, relishing in his new life.

It had been after the feast that he had begun teaching his new students. He had taken the seven adults he had found with magic and had had them separate the children into seven groups, sorting them within age.

And although he wouldn't know it, in the next ten years, one of his first students would create an official school further down in Brazil, taking his teachings and beginning to train young students. It would become an amazingly built temple in the middle of the rainforest and guarded by Caipora, of whom the student had become friends with after rescuing one from a English invaders. The student, Citlali, would name the school, Castelobruxo and it would become one of the major eleven wizarding schools in the world.

It took several months before Harry felt confident enough in the adults turned teachers to follow his guidelines before he left them alone with the children. He had spent hours, scribing and enchanting different scrolls and carving runes so that the knowledge could be taught to the future generations. The Master of Death felt so proud over the thought of how his children would have knowledge the Spaniards and English could only dream of. His little witches and wizardlings would better be able to protect their home.

It was another year before Harry felt a pull behind his navel, eerily similar to a portkey and he understood that it was Death's way of warning him. He couldn't stop the feeling of sadness crash through him at the thought of leaving his children behind. He had begun caring for his people in a way he had never expected. With heavy feet, he made his way to the Chief's building, where he conducted his usual day to day business. For once, he ignored the guards who bowed, immediately gaining surprised and worried looks as he had made a point to talk to everyone and learn almost every citizen's name. The Chief sat discussing the plans for preparing their fellow neighboring allies, knowing that they only had two years left before the invaders arrived.

The generals of the allies and the Chief stood up at his entrance, bowing over themselves. Harry gazed at them before turning solemn eyes at the man who had quickly become a good friend to him. "This body can no longer sustain my essence. Within minutes, I shall be forced to return from whence I came."

The Chief grew pale, worry overcoming his features. "Lord Mictlantecuhtle, is there anything we can do? We can prepare another body for you."

Harry smiled sadly, touched by the thought, "I wish it could be so, but my time here on Earth has ended. Though I will return, one day long after your children's children has passed. I shall walk among you once more in a body similar to this one. Although my time here has ended, I hope that each of you will look after our people. That each child blessed with the God's gifts are cared for and thrive. They will ensure the safety of the people." He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. The wizard could feel the moment that Death, invisible to everyone, reached into the body and pulled his soul out. Harry watched with sad, curious eyes as for the first time he got to witness the aftermath of him leaving.

The body stopped breathing and fell forward, crashing to the stone floor and scaring several attendants to rush forward. He watched as everyone in the entire room cried out and the guards attempted to revive him. It was the Chief who finally stepped forward, placing a hand on the shoulders of the guards and when they looked at him, he only shook his head softly. "Our Lord Mictlantecuhtle would not want us to desecrate this body by attempting to bring him back. We shall hold a burial for him." Wails from the servants echoed in the room and once prompted, left to begin spreading the word that their God was gone.

Harry watched as a spectre, nothing more than an body of energy, as for a month, his people mourned him leaving them and celebrated his return to his underworld. He watched as the future witches and wizards dueled and showed off their skill. After the burial, Harry pulsed his energy out, feeling Death answer as he was once again sent through oblivion and to the next great adventure.