A faint murmuring could be heard in the large chamber, all the light in the room was being drawn into the veil stood on a pedestal in front of which stood a young man with black bird-nest hair and bright emerald green eyes. The man, Harry James Potter knew it would come to this, after he found his mentor Albus Dumbledore's notes on the so called veil of death he had been planning this trip.

With a sad sigh he thought about how this had all came about, the war with Voldemort and his followers. The loss of people who he considered family and friends, and further more the loss of himself to magic. On this day Harry Potter made a vow, once he stepped through the veil, he would no longer be using magic.

This was it; he was walking up the small steps up the pedestal and let out a small chuckle as his hand touched the shrunken trunk in his hoodies pocket thinking back to how he got access to his vaults for the last time …

Harry stood in front of the white marble doors leading to Gringotts, the nervousness he had been feeling temporarily ablated by the awe inspiring magic he could feel coming of the bank. Calmly striding up the steps and past the few guards manning the entrance he found himself in a cavernous expance full of people and goblins scurrying about.

Making his way to the only available teller he ask the short vicious looking goblin "I request an audience with Griphook, honourable goblin"

"And what makes you think that he has time to see you, after all he is very busy and you have no appointment."

"If you would be so kind as to tell him that Harry Potter is here to see him I am sure he will make the time"

"Wait here then wizard, I will see if he is free to give you some of his valuable time" the goblin replied agitated after a few minuets

As harry stood there he began looking around and noticed goblins weight piles of gold and silver, examining precious stones and making deals with other bank customers. So lost in his thoughts he almost missed when Griphook came behind him and ask Harry to follow him.

"You requested to see me Mr Potter" the impatient goblin told harry.

"Yes Griphook, I know I should have come in to sort my accounts out before now but I would like an overview, and I want to visit my vaults."

"Mr Potter, we don't have time to help every wizard who comes in here without an appointment, so what makes you think that I have time to deal with your request, especially when I have other clients today?"

"I need to do this today Griphook; with or without your help I will be going to my vaults. I had hoped we could do this without trouble, but from the attitude I get from you, the goblins will not help me." an angry harry said

"Now see here wizard, how dare you threaten me on goblin ground"

"No you see here, I am doing this today even if I have to bring down every ward on this bank and make my way to my vaults, so do us both a favour and take me down to my family vault".

… and stepped into the event horizon and forever left his world behind.

Harry didn't know what to expect, he was hoping for a vision of Kings Cross again but this couldn't be further from what he found. The room Harry found himself looked like an incredibly large corridor, made out of stone with touches' placed sporadically along the length, the corridor being so long he couldn't see the either end of. Unsure of what to do next he just stood there wondering if this was all just a silly mistake that he was too late to take back.

Without warning a hand reached out and touched Harry's shoulder and spun him around to face a being in a black cloak what floated wispily around the figure. A figure with no skin and a deep voice. "My master welcome to the road, of choice."

"What do you mean master?"

"You Harry Potter are the Master over Death, therefore my master."

"So your what death looks like, creepy. What am I doing here I thought I had to step through the veil and I would be in another world?"

"While it would normally work like that I have interfered with how the veil works. I have come to give you a choice, option one you can stay in your own world and this will never of happened, option two you can travel to the afterlife and be with your parents, even though they want you to have a full life, or option three you can chose what type of world you want to live in and I will show you to the right door."

Harry stood there for what he felt were hours if not days thinking about his options, there were only two really because he would never go back to where he came from. The thoughts of seeing his family again almost won out if not for the fact that want him to lead a full life and most likely die of old age.

"I chose option three."

"A wise choice master, what do you want out of this world?"

"I just have one simple request, a world without the wizarding war, a place where I can find someone to love a place I can be me." Harry said with a faint tremor feeling very vulnerable.

"A good choice master" and with a flash of light Harry found himself in front of a new door one that will take him to the new world waiting for him. With shaking hand Harry opened the door and step through; as he was clearing the threshold he heard Death whisper one last thing into his ear

"How we get what we ask for is not always the way we expect it to happen, but it is always the best way for it to happen Master over Death."