"Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds."

He watched as those he once called friends began to age and in time passed away. He watched someone he considered a sister put a motion to capture and study him because according to her, "He is not worthy of the power he wields. He could become a Dark Lord and truly rule for eternity! We must contain him and study his magic! Only then can the worthy remain alive to guide our people!" he should have been saddened but he knew more than what he let on, she was his friend under Dumbledore's orders. She was to keep him away from his position in their world until he could be married off to the fire crotch. Unfortunately for them, Death cannot be controlled, it is a primordial force from before time began and will remain when time had ended. He watched as people he once thought as friends rallied behind her, they feared death. They never realized they were becoming like Riddle, obsessed with immortality. He watched the person that called himself his best mate support his wife and round up the Aurors. He watched the woman they wanted him to marry try and try again to get in his pants only for her to end up in bed with another Death Eater. Apparently, the fire crotch couldn't see past illusions and kept sleeping with everyone but her target. He should be angry but he was amused at their efforts, they were now outside his ward line along with curse breakers from the unspeakable's office. He smiled if they wanted to face Death early who was he to deny them that right?

The first sign that they had fallen into a trap was when they felt wards go up around them. The second thing was that all around the 50-foot golden walls surrounded them keeping them with the wards physically. They had no way to escape. As the panic set in, a figure in a black cloak appeared among them and laughed before addressing the crowd gathered to kill and capture him on the orders of a jealous know it all. "You dare trespass onto my land, well trespass all you like after all in doing so your lives are now forfeit." as he spoke the word 'forfeit' the unspeakable's dropped to the ground dead, their bodies shrivelling into lifeless husks until they were nothing more than sand being blown away by the wind. The rest of the wizards and witches paled, this was the power of the Master of Death, of the Man-Who-Conquered, the Golden-Boy, the Boy-Who-Lived, Harry James Potter. He still looked no older than 17 while the one leading the charge had graying hair, a wrinkle covered face and limping from the ravage of time to her body.

She glared at him and in her bossy know it all voice berated him, "Dark Lord Potter! You are hereby under arrest for crimes against Britain, her citizens, and Magic itself! You will give your secrets to the ministry so that the magic can be contained, it's a crime to keep it to yourself!" he laughed his first laugh in years and looked at her with a sneer worthy of his old potions professor, his eyes glowing with power until he looked at her children, the head of the DMLE Arthur and the Head Auror Dominique Weasley. As he caught them in his gaze they began to age in front of their mother and father who rushed to try and help, but it was too late her sons now laid on the floor just as old as her. When she looked up at him once more she was now in tears and the glare he received was amusing. "Your sons are dead by your own actions, Granger. But, as I understand it, it was all for The Greater Good! You all chose to try and run from death, but you see death comes for us all in the end. Sit pax in requiem animabus vestris. Ut fiat accipientibus in vigilantiam peccata tua perenni cremer igne (May your souls rest in peace. And may your sins be purified in the everlasting fire.)." as he gave them their last rites a basilisk made of fire sprouted from behind him and in the first lunge incinerated 10 Aurors, from their burning remains other fire beasts emerged and engaged the now terrified crowd, but no matter what they left the woman and man with their dying children alone. She sat there in shock, her supporters, family, and friends were being burned alive while her two children were laying on the floor laboring to breathe. She had been arrogant and now over a hundred peoples deaths were on her. She understood why the fire beasts never neared her family, he was forcing her to see the consequences of her actions.

Ronald Weasley liked to say he was a true Gryffindor but now that he was up against his best mate, he was afraid, truly afraid. He had seen his best mate steel the life out of his sons and the unspeakable's, people that had been trained to be the best at what they did and they were nothing against his old friend. He remembered Dumbledore telling them that he had locked Harry's power away so that he could complete the prophecy, they just never understood how much power was truly locked away until now. Unknown to even Dumbledore, the three items of death were not items of power, but keys. Keys that unlocked the true power behind the Peverell line, the wand was the key to his magic, when it became his, all binds or things affecting his magic were purged from him. The stone was the key to immortality, it unlocked and allowed the blood of a God, a Fallen and Demon to coexist within the host. The cloak was a key to the void, the time before the universe, the true power of creation that follows no laws but its own. Only by uniting the triad can someone of Peverell blood unlock their power, when Harry had taken the stone out near the end he had the allegiance of all three Hollows and as such when he was struck by the killing curse, coming from the elder wand, his power began to be unlocked causing the backlash of the magic to send Voldemort straight to his back. He owed Narcissa for tricking her Lord into believing him dead and had granted her son his freedom in exchange for her services, speaking of which.

"My Lord, Rose and Victoire Weasley have arrived." at hearing the name of their daughter and niece they looked away from their sons and to the man that had once been their best friend. Their eyes widened when the two women hugged Harry like a long time friend. Confusion turned into fury when Hermione realized something, "You two were part of the team of Unspeakables tasked with tracking him. You sold out your blood!" she didn't expect their laughs, or the amusement that danced in her daughter and nieces eyes. "Sometimes it's the family we choose instead of the family we don't that stand by you when no one else will. When I came out, you stood there and watched father throw me out on my own. To him I was a means to elevate the Weasley name through the pureblood ways, but when I came out any sort of gain the family could have had was destroyed. Uncle Harry, on the other hand, took me in without asking anything in return, when I refused to talk to anyone he brought Victoire to help me when he thought he couldn't. When Uncle Bill was being discriminated all any of you did was pat his back and tell him to hang on, not Uncle Harry. He introduced laws through Narcissa and others to help him and others like him. He created a Wizarding Warding business through associates that kept his name away to give Uncle Bill a job even if it was just to teach his craft and now he runs the business and its the wizarding worlds best warding business next only to the royal goblin warders."

Her voice had risen but quieted again when she felt the man she saw more of as a father place a hand on her shoulder and leaned into his touch. Victoire stood next to her in silent support and even the once hated Mrs. Malfoy now Black, someone she saw as more of a mother now, was offering the girl her support. She breathed deeply before speaking again, "I chose my family and even though Aunt Gabrielle, Aunt Fleur, and Uncle Bill can't be here they are also my family, more than the four of you ever were." With her piece said she looked at her Uncle/Father figure and nodded, before quietly whispering, "Thanks for the closure, dad." He wasn't meant to hear it but when he did he smiled and simply whispered just loud enough for her to hear, "Anytime daughter." Her eyes widened before her face broke out in a huge smile that he returned easily before with a wave of his hand the three male Weasleys perished leaving only Hermione to once again break down at the loss of her world.

Harry looked upon the field once more before he looked at Narcissa and Victoire, "She's yours. Do hurry though I want to leave this place soon." Victoire and Narcissa looked gleeful and nodded quickly before drawing their wands and casting a severing curse at the woman that vilified the Veela and in Narcissa's case tried to attack her Lord and if she had her way, Master. When the curses hit, she let out a piercing scream as she lost an arm and a leg. They cast once more before turning around and when they reached Harry he flamed them all away from the carnage leaving Hermione's body to rot, one of the curses have decapitated her. Shortly after they arrived at a cottage near the sea where a small grave had a cross with a small inscription, "Here lies the Free Elf Dobby." all around the grave elf made socks were placed in remembrance to the elf that gave his life to save the Conqueror. As they arrived at the door a heavily pregnant woman rushed to them and hugged the two younger women before hugging Narcissa and finally Harry.

A man watched them before walking out and shaking Harry's hand with a sad smile. "I'm sorry for what we had to do Bill. I leave my daughter, in all but blood, Rose here where I know she will be happy. It's time for me to go onto my Next Great Adventure." he then proceeded to hug Rose one last time and as tears fell from her eyes he reverted her back to the age of seventeen as well as Victoire (wouldn't do to keep best friends apart). Looking at the two he smiled, "Enjoy reliving your youth and prime without the troubles of the world. Go to Gringotts tomorrow, I left you guys a present." they nodded and continued to cry, this would most likely be the last time they would see him. He walked to Fleur and Bill before speaking the lines he had wanted to say for so long from a movie he once saw with Narcissa, "Live free."

"Die well." Fleur hugged him once more before Bill had to pry her off, a fact that his 'best friends' never knew but Bill did, Fleur had been like the older sister Harry always needed and he, in turn, had been the overprotective and annoying brother that would bend over backward to make her smile. Bill understood their connection and never got jealous at how close they had become. He understood them to the point he would be naming their youngest and final son to the family (Veela could have children until they reached 80, an effect of their Veela powers keeping them at their best for as long as possible), Harry Arthur Weasley, in honor of their brother. As he was walking away he was not as surprised as Fleur, Bill, Victoire and Rose, when four different footsteps were heard following him. He sighed and just asked, "Are you all sure about this? You may die from the event while I get ripped through time and space. All I am completely certain about is that the portal will collapse when I go through it."

"I promised my services to you in exchange for my son. He has a family that he loves with a muggle-born witch that turned him into a man I wished I could have raised were it not for Lucious. And before you try and terminate my service I will still follow you, Harry James Potter!" And to the shock of all but mostly amusement in Fleur's and Rose's case, Narcissa turned him around and kissed him like her life depended on it, 3 seconds that's all it took for him to wrap his arms around her and kiss her back with as much passion. They had to break apart when the oldest elf started weeping about how the Black family could finally continue, the other two elves agreeing with him watching their Master/friend in amusement. The implications causing both of them to blush but Fleur could see the happiness in his eyes and smiled before waving them off with more tears falling down her face. Rose watched the greatest father she had known head towards his own happiness, he had granted her a chance to be with the one she loved, Gabrielle's daughter Arri (Gabrielle named her after Harry), and she had seen how through the years the two grew closer until Narcissa eventually filled the role of mother for her just like Harry had filled the father role. In one of her talks with Victoire she had confided in her cousin how she believed the two had fallen in love but something held them back, now she felt validated and more importantly happy that her father and mother were finally together.

He flamed them to the Veil and they stood there watching it, studying it, it was the door to their next adventure, to a life where they could be together without the wars of the past haunting them. He opened a trunk with a permanent rune that he had made causing the inside to actually become a pocket universe at a large enough scale that he could create a country inside the size of Britain without touching the sides of the trunk. Which is exactly what he did plus an atmosphere and placed plants as well as other magical creatures that were commonly used in wand-lore or potions. His familiars were inside and now his elves would be inside to make sure they made it. He looked at Narcissa who smiled and took his hand but before they stepped forward he took out a ring and presented it to her, she had tears in her eyes and she knew what the gesture was for, 'Marry me when we get to wherever we end up going.' She simply nodded as he put the ring on her finger and kissed it before kissing her on the lips and leaning forward falling through the Veil.