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Prologue

When Harry watched as the Dark Lord Voldemort, previously known as Tom Marvolo Riddle peeled away in the wind -like burning paper scattering away- he knew then and there, that he had had enough.

He was tired.

He was finished.

He was done with the Wizarding World.

But it wasn't just for the reasons of having defeated the Dark Lord, saving the Wizarding World, no... he was finished because of all the events, situations, dangers and causes that were involved. Everyone held the highest expectations of Harry, so much that he had lost so much during the darkest times. Everyone he had loved was gone now, never to return and come back. And all of this was because of an old man who believed in 'the greater good'. Now, Harry was tried and didn't want to do any of this anymore. The Wizarding World was better off now.

He wanted to be gone and leave this world. Though Harry would always keep Magic with him, for it was who he was and would always be. But now, he was done with this world's problems. No, this world could go and find someone else to fix their problems.

"I'm done..." And as Harry Potter gazed up to the clouded grey skies, he wondered what he would do now.

Freedom.

It seemed to be such a foreign word to him, for he had never truely experienced it before. But now, it felt like his heart and soul could soar and be free. He could finally spread my wings, without having to be pulled down and caged.

"Finally..." Harry breathed, a faint smile appearing on his face, and he never felt such a feeling. He looked down at the Elder Wand in his hand, thinking of all the trouble, chaos and mayhem it had caused, along with the two other Hallows, on of which he had in his posession. He couldn't believe it, this one item had set him free. It had aided him in battle and now, it was over.

"Congratulations." Harry froze on the spot, and stood still, not daring to move. That voice, Harry would have mistaken it for Voldemort because of the shivers that ran through him. Harry had to be honest, he had never felt such fear inside him.

Turning slowly, Harry held the Elder Wand tightly in a trembling hand. Harry's eyes met that of what he thought to be the most beautiful man he had ever seen. But it wasn't just the beauty that made Harry tremble, it was the power and aura around the man. Harry could sense the power coming from the man in waves, and it didn't escape Harry that the black cloak the man wore was floating in nonexistent wind. Harry swallowed, feeling his heart in his throat, and gathered up what courage he had. If he could defeat the Dark Lord, then he was prepared for anything.

"Who are you?" Harry's voice was hoarse and only made a whisper, but was sure that the man could hear him. It was confirmed when he saw a small sinister smirk spread at the edges of the man's red lips.

"I have many names, all of which mean the same. During times that those see the end, I appear and guide them." Slowly the man moved forward until he stopped right infront of Harry, reaching up and began to stroke Harry's pale cheek. "Such a young face, that has seen so much. You have lived a life that no other has endured... Such disregard for life should be punished."

Harry gazed at the handsome man before him, eyes roaming over the dark shadows that surrounded him like an ethreal shield. Such beauty with such power, it seemed to embrace Harry for a moment before realisation hit him. "You're Death..." Harry whispered in horror, gaping at the entity with fear. The man simply smiled with serenity.

"That I am known by you humans." Death nodded then paused for a moment, gazing intently at Harry with a look of sorrow. "You are wondering about the reason I am here." It wasn't a question, and it made Harry feel the cold dread wash over him. "You have fought valiantly, Harry James Potter. And I am grateful to you for giving me the soul that avoided my grasp for many years. Tom Marvolo Riddle was a poor soul, but a soul all the same. Your soul seems to be fading, showing signs of joining me on 'The Voyage'." Death sensed the shock that was behind those dazzling green eyes. They were eyes that used to be filled with so much life and wonder. Death sighed before resting his other pale hand on the boy's shoulder.

Harry seemed to come to a conclusion, his head bowing as his eyes filled with unshed tears. However, it wasn't sadness that filled Harry's heart at the idea of dying, no, it was another emotion that he never felt for a long time.

Acceptance.

"You've come for me," Harry whispered with a small smile, finally coming to terms that at last, he would be joining his family and being by them. He would be seeing the people that loved him dearly, as he loved them.

Death's red eyes remained focused on the boy while showing no epression of any kind but knew that the boy would have wanted to die and find peace. However, that was not Death's place."No, your soul is something far too precious for me to grasp and hold. It is also the wish of my Hallows for you to become their master. They are for you to hold now."

"W-what?!" Harry eyes widened in shock. A cold sensation washing over him, and he felt something brush over his shoulders. Startled, he noticed that it was the Invisibility Cloak wrapped around him, carressing him with care. Harry tried to remove the cloak, but had no such luck when he found that cloak was clasp around him tightly. Harry saw his body was invisible, but also took not of something else happening.

The Resurrection Stone had appeared before Harry, unharmed and seemed to radiant power. The stone moved closer to Harry, as if determined to be close to him. The boy struggled helplessly, wanting nothing more than to run from the magic that seemed to suffocate Harry. And within only a second, the stone touched Harry's invisibly cloaked covered chest and merged with him.

Harry screamed.

He had never felt such pain in his life. It was worse than his experience of being under Voldemort's Cruciatus Curse. He felt his very soul writhe in pain, and wanting nothing more than for the end to come and embrace. His heart felt like it was going to explode inside of him from the intense and never ending pain.

Please... Make it stop...

What had he done to deserve such pain?

But as Harry thought through the pain, he came to wondering what he had done to deserve such a life as he had lived?

"Fear not Harry Potter. It will not be much longer..." Harry felt strong arms cradle him to a broard chest and almost instantly Harry felt more calmer and felt the pain slowly subside. But as Harry felt like it was over, he saw Death raise his hand through teary eyes. His eyes squinted slightly at the sudden object that appeared in the man's hand. It appeared to be-

Harry's emerald eyes widened, his soul shrieking in protest.

The Elder Wand.

And without further thought, Death had pludge the wand into Harry's chest where the stone and cloak were lodged. But Harry didn't feel the pain, he simply slipped away into the endless depths of darkness that greeted him, but still heard the faint whispers in his ear.

"Fate will not play with you anymore, for it is time to create a destiny for yourself... my dear master..."

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