"Avada Kedavra!"

"Sectumsempra!"

Two curses met in the middle, and once again the battle became a struggle of wills. Around them, the remains of Hogwarts illuminated by the light of the curses. The fights around Harry Potter and Voldemort gradually slowed down and combatants started watching the titans fighting each other.

Their fight was the main reason for the destruction of Hogwarts. The spells and curses thrown by the two were destroying, burning, freezing everything in their path reduced the once proud castle and place of learning to nothing more than rubble.

The fight was not slowing down, but in the end, the arrogance and greed of the Dark Lord became his fall. With the horcruxes that tethered his soul to the mortal realm gone Voldemort was mortal once more since he was 16. The last acquisition from his unending pursuit of power, the Elder Wand, Deathstick, Wand of Death was not his as much as he thought. Voldemort could use it, certainly, but he was not its master.

The Elder Wand was Harry Potter's.

And the Wand refused to kill its master. This desire caused a curse to be underpowered and Harry's attacks won over it. The Sectumsempra, a dark cutting curse that caused the wound to not heal until the counter-curse was applied, cut the wand arm of Voldemort. Following Expelliarmus rid him of the possibility of gaining his wand back, and a Confringo reduced him to nothing more than blood and gore.

A momentary burst of magic flowed into him but after not noticing any difference he let it go as a figment of his imagination.

The war was over, Harry thought. He simply stood there and watched Voldemort's remains rain down.

There was a moment of absolute silence.

"Aaaaaahhh!" A scream sounded, soon joined by others. The followers of Dark Lord were holding their arms around were the Dark Mark was. The Death Eaters were twitching and spasming as if they were being held under the Cruciatus. As their screams increased in volume, some of them stopped moving followed by others - they were dead.

This, on top of everything, made Harry believe that Voldemort was really gone. Voldemort would never rid of his precious Death Eaters.

As he turned around to leave, the celebrations were just beginning. The Boy-Who-Lived just became Man-Who-Won.

God, I hope these end quickly, Harry thought as he was leaving.

One week later, the celebrations did not appear to be ending any time soon. The ceremonies were becoming a quick annoyance in Harry's opinion. As soon as he left the hospital, he was dragged and hounded by countless reporters and people who wanted to award him. People were ready to throw positions at him too, some wanted him to become the new Minister of Magic, Chief Warlock, the Mugwump for Britain or even the Headmaster of Hogwarts - never mind the fact that school was in ruins and he didn't even finish the school regardless of his level. In fact, Harry was attending the latest award ceremony at the ministry. This was the one that he could not refuse, sadly.

"And the newest addition to the august group of the holders of the Order of Merlin, First Class - Harry Potter!"

The resounding applause was earth-shattering. Harry felt as if his eardrums were about to burst. As the announcer started regaling his story of the fight against Voldemort, Harry couldn't help but feel grudging respect against the Dumbledore if this was what he had gone through after his victory over Grindelwald. No matter how much he hated the man, this was pure torture in his opinion and not even his worst enemies deserved it.

Of course, his opinion of Dumbledore was strictly private, to the outside world he was the heir of the last Light Lord even if Dumbledore did not refer to himself with the title. No one knew his hand in the death of Dumbledore - and he had no wish to change it.

"Mr. Potter, what do you plan on doing now that the war is over?"

"Mr. Potter, will you be taking over the positions of your mentor, the late Albus Dumbledore?"

"Do you have anyone in your life at the moment? Our readers are curious."

"Will you be taking your Lordships?"

Ahh, he thought, time to go back to the world of idiots.

After the following three months, Harry was about to declare himself a Dark Lord. He thought that the hounding of the public would decrease as the time passed, after all it was what happened to Dumbledore. His neglect over his apparent age became his falling. Here he was, unattached, very rich, owner of two Lordships and quite young - prime gossip material. Wherever he went the reporters followed, the ones like Rita constantly demanding interviews.

Disappearing was impossible too, with a quick bribe to the ministry officials who were all too willing to find Harry Potter the countrywide detection wards was immediately primed to the position of one Harry Potter.

Leaving the country was even more impossible. The Order of Merlin, First Class was as much of an award as a collar - whenever a holder or the equivalent of it in other countries tried to enter another country they tripped a ward. The official purpose of this was so that the country in question could welcome them but it was apparent to all that no country wanted someone with that much power unchecked in their own lands. And whenever the news of him appeared, the reporters followed.

So yes, Harry was quite seriously contemplating the murder of any and all reporters until none came after him anymore. With his lack of friends, it was becoming quite unbearable.

His friendship with Hermione and Ron started falling apart after his fourth year when they ignored him during the summer under the orders of Dumbledore. This showed him that they valued Dumbledore much more than him, and a quick application of Legilimency answered every question he had.

Ron was quite happily accepting the money Dumbledore gave him for spying on him, justifying it as showing concern to Harry.

Hermione was much more conflicted on the topic but nevertheless, she had accepted money in the past and it was the worst kind of betrayal.

The betrayals made it nearly impossible for him to create new friendships even if he pretended otherwise until the death of Dumbledore.

He was alone.

The following three months were enlightening for him - he found out a terrifying truth about the feeling of magic after the defeat of Voldemort.

He was the master of all three Hallows. In other words, the Master of Death. This included, on top of being able to use the Hallows to their full capacity as they were completely fused into him, he was also immortal. A bonafide immortal, not like the pseudo-immortality given by horcruxes or the Philosopher's Stone. He tried nearly everything in his power to kill himself and unite with his parents and Sirius, but even the worst ways didn't put him down for more than a few minutes.

His body was suspended in its form, and with the exception of his now glowing Avada Kedavra green eyes, there were no scars or equivalent on him. His injuries slowly healed until he died, then his body literally grew back from the biggest part.

So he came upon the Veil of Death, the same Veil Sirius fell through, the one that was located in the Death Chamber where the most dangerous criminals were executed through.

He gazed upon the white curtain and glanced his necklace. His whole fortune and everything he owned was in those two necklaces, one for Potters and another for Blacks. If the Veil was a portal to another place, he was not going there without anything he owned, if it was to the afterlife then he was not leaving his fortune for others to take.

Taking a deep breath he closed his eyes.

Harry opened his eyes as he stepped through the unknown.

Whatever he expected from the other side, it was definitely not the King's Cross Station. After gaping around the white train station for some time, he stopped and sighed. This again?

Thankfully, it didn't seem like Dumbledore was around this time annoying Harry even after his death. However, it didn't seem like anyone was around.

Still, this is the Death's dominion. Shouldn't it be here?

"Indeed." A feminine voice came from nowhere and everywhere.

"Who is it?!" Startled, Harry half-shouted into the nothingness as the station slowly dissolved around him. Taking a moment to think after his outburst, he continued in a normal voice. "Death?"

A female silhouette slowly appeared from the mists and consolidated in front of him. Seeing her, he could swear that Veelas had nothing on this beauty. While her figure was amazing, it was her eyes that drew him in. Those grayish white eyes seemed like they were holding all the sadness and joy. They seemed to hold infinite serenity but also every emotion in a paradoxical way.

As he was mesmerized by her beauty, she smiled. "Yes, I am the one you know as Death."

After her answer, he tried to understand that he was meeting the Death. It was enough to rattle him deeply, but soon it gave place to deep resignation and some excitement. Perhaps it was time for him to join his parents and Sirius once more.

They gazed each other, neither speaking. When they did, it was at the same time.

""I am sorry.""

Speaking over each other stumped both of them, but Death soon recovered. "Why would you be sorry?" she asked Harry in surprise. In her knowledge, there was no reason for him to apologize.

Harry felt amused for a second as he even managed to stump Death herself, but he soon turned solemn as he remembered why he apologized in the first place.

"I don't know the veracity of the story of Hallows and the Master of Death, but if it is real then I must say I am sorry. I never intended to have the title, and the more I thought on the subject the worse I felt about it. Death should have no master."

Death's expression seemed to clear for a bit and her eyes held mirth in them as he spoke. When he repeated his apologies, she laughed. Her laugh was clear and beautiful, filled with mirth.

"Harry, Harry. The story and the title are true, but I never expected you to apologize for something you never wished. I had come to terms with it. After all, who would be better than the Chosen of Magic to be my Master?"

Her words stumped Harry. Chosen of Magic? What the hell was that? Not noticing his confusion, Death continued. "You don't need to be sad about it either, after all, it was determined from your birth. Why would you carry the eyes of Death otherwise?"

"You're referring to the color of my eyes, right? And what does the Chosen of Magic means? I've never heard of it before..."

"You're correct about your eyes. About the Chosen of Magic, have you never wondered why magic always felt like home to you? Why you never struggled with it? It was after all, with the permission of Magic herself that you magic never fought against you for control and Magic always talked to you even though you for the most parts never listened - although that could be attributed to not knowing how."

That was troubling, to say the least for Harry. He never assumed he was particularly talented, but it seems like he really wasted a lot of opportunities. On top of that, he didn't know what those titles meant either.

"The titles... They are gifts and curses, and mine I am really sorry about. You probably know about it already, don't you?" Death asked.

"Immortality..." Harry whispered. He felt like he was going into shock - living forever was never his dream. He just wanted to live a simple life, die and meet with the small circle of people that loved him.

He simply stared Death in the eyes and his vision slowly blurred and filled with tears. He promised himself to never cry since the days from his cupboard, but as the enormity of eternity slowly filled his mind - together with all the pain he felt over the years, the constant loneliness, he simply cried on his knees.

"Why... why, why me? What have I done to deserve it?" Harry asked in a broken and sad voice, as much as he hated showing weakness.

Death, in a show of emotion he wouldn't expect, knelt and embraced him. "It's going to be alright, Harry it's going to be alright..." She consoles him while rubbing small circles on his back.

As he continued to cry, another set of arms embraced him from the back. "You have no need to be sad, my Chosen. You shall be alone nevermore." Death threw a look to the owner of the new voice but didn't argue, instead choosing to return her attention back to Harry.

Harry stopped crying after for what felt like hours to him and felt like he vented some of the sadness he always carried. With red and somewhat puffy eyes, he returned his attention to the new woman in front of him.

The newcomer was a beauty on the level of Death herself, and her blue eyes seemed like they were holding the profoundness of the whole Universe. Her hair was the same color as her eyes and was very strikings.

Before Harry could ask the obvious question, she introduced herself. "I am the one you would call Magic, although there have been many names given to me like Death."

Harry felt like he should've been more shocked, but he honestly had no strength in him to be anymore. At this point, he was simply going with the flow although crying in front of two beautiful women, no matter how utterly ancient they were was somewhat embarrassing.

"So, will you be explaining what is going on know? Why did you meet with me? And what does being your chosen means, Lady Magic?" He asked respectfully. After all, from their response, they were feeling genuinely sorry and it would not do to accuse anyone without knowing everything.

Magic and Death both smiled knowingly, and they seemed quite happy about him. Magic soon answered him, "We met you here because you're connected to both of us - you know your connection with Death as her Master, but you don't know your connection with me. It is quite similar to the one you have with her - after all, I cannot be superior to Death. You can be considered my Master, but I use the term my Chosen because that's what you are. I chose you after seeing your life. You were the perfect one to represent me in the mortal world and I represent magic. And there is one aspect Magic always is, it is balanced. It has both dark and light - always fighting for dominance, always in balance".

Harry felt confused, however. "Aren't you the Magic and Death? Why do you need a Master or a Chosen?" It was unthinkable to him, as both should be above everything.

Hearing his question, Death smiled once again remembering his apology before. "We need a Master, Harry because it represents our domains. For me, as long as you're living and connected to the Magic of life, there shall be no one that could beat me - no one that could forever elude my grasp, except you. You shall be the last one, the one that will die with us."

"And I need a Chosen because Magic must always be balanced - for breaking the balance has overreaching consequences that could destroy everything. And as long as you exist, Magic always be balanced - thus both of us choosing the same person. My Chosen will never be apart from Magic, because Magic is always a part of him, and Death's Chosen can never die for he is the Master of Death and Death has no power over him. Thus the balance is preserved forevermore."

Harry stared at them for some time, then started chuckling before it turned into a deep belly laugh. "Hahaha. Hahahahahaha!"

He couldn't believe it. It could only be called his luck for this to happen to him. He still hadn't come to terms with his newfound immortality, but this was so much impossible he couldn't help but laugh.

After gathering his wits, he started thinking about the implications of it. "What do you want me to do exactly, then?"

"Nothing."

"What."

For all the replies he expected ranging from protecting the balance of the Universe or hunt for transgressors, Harry did not think that there was nothing expected for him to do.

"Indeed, you don't have to do anything. However, there is a small... complication if you will, that happened because you entered the Veil of Death. The Veil does exactly what its name means - it is a gateway to my realm, to the nothingness. However, as we said before, you need to stay in the living realm." Death explained to him.

"Taking a breath, Magic continued. For that, we will be sending you back. The only problem is that you cannot be Harry Potter anymore - because when you leave the time period or the place will be much different from when and where you left. You can consider the Universe changing to another track if you will, you will be the start of the change. You will need a new identity - a new name."

Harry stopped for a bit. Time travel? From their words, it sounded like he wasn't even going to be on Earth! With this, he could see his parents even if they wouldn't know he was their son - he could save them from Voldemort.

He needed a new name. Since his last name was given to him by his parents, he decided his new name would be from his godfather. Hadrian, he thought, Hadrian Black.

"Alright then," Magic answered to his decision. We will be sending you now. "We can give you the information you'll need when you wake up next time."