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Harry didn't know how long it had taken for the thought to finally hit him.But when it did, it hit him hard.

Walking deeper and deeper into that forest trying to ignore the feeling that he was being watched,remembering the memories, the words shared between Dumbledore and Snape.

"This must be a mistake,that this had to be a joke." he muttered to himself, eyes darting from one side to the other,his hands trembling slightly.

His mind wandered and thought about things he did not want to think about.

He did not want to think about it.

Nope no,no,no,no 

He repeated again and again the Word.Like a mantra but it did nothing to ease his nerves, or the nausea that threatened to make him throw up. 

He went on and on about it for quite a while before he felt like there was nothing new (nothing to make him sick anymore.Just facts.Facts that he would rather destroy than accept.But,alas,what was his life if not a mess?)  and he could finally think rationally now.

He was raised to be a pig for slaughter.

His hands stopped shaking and his steps faltered to a stop with this resolution.He stared numbly in the ground,the stone on his hands was cold.

He looked at it deciding if he wanted or not to see his parents, if he wanted to see them here, on the land of living when he would have a lot more time when he died.

Shaking his head he started walking again,trying to cling into something, as if he had control over something.

He was raised to be killed and accept this.

That was it...just....die with no resistance, no regret, no doubts on his mind...
Had he ever had a mind of his own?Or was he just what is left from the abuse and neglect of the Dursleys and Dumbledore's manipulation and lies?

If he called his parents, would they be able to tell they were proud of the man he became?Or would they know, that deep down, Harry isn't exactly just Harry but yes Harry Potter the boy who was destined to be a sacrifice to the gods.

Was he what he wanted to be when he came into the Wizarding world? It was just seven years ago but it felt like an eternity. He still remembers feeling overwhelmed at the time, he was once Harry the boy, the freak, and then suddenly he was Harry Potter the savior,The boy who Lived, the one who destroyed Voldemort, the light in the sky, the perfect boy.

He didn't even know how that vast world worked or how he was supposed to act, so he held onto Ron like a thirsty man would hold water, hoping that he had done the right thing being obedient.

Turns out he shouldn't have fucking bothered.Every year at least one person turned their back on him again and even less people liked him, even tho he never did anything wrong.

The only people that stayed on his side were Hermione and Ron.Ron was like a brother to him.And although he has this ugly side of him, everyone has one so Harry doesn't bother trying to make him change it just was part of him like how Hermione was obsessed with rules until their fifth year when Umbridge was a teacher then she got a different mind set but she still sticked to rules,Ron just learned to overcome that ugly side of him these days, so he wasn't gonna be the one to judge one who was trying to change.

Though they did have a very....particular response to each other's nonsense.

Ron thought that it was about time that Hermione got over her obsession with rules.He didn't mean it in a mean way but she punched  him so hard at the gut that it got him on his knees anyways.

Hermione on the other hand, tried to hit him with a bunch of things when he returned to their cabin, who also made it very clear that she was displeased and honest to hell angry with him. 

They were made for each other.

But as much as he loved thinking of his friends It wasn't like that mattered now did it?Does something matter when you know you're going to die?

He continued walking, looking nowhere but seeing Hogwarts in ruin,Lavender's (Cedric's,Sirius',Collin's,Remus' who else was going to need to die for a freak like him ?)eyes were staring at him and he wondered.

Where would he go when he died?

He wasn't the religious type of person,but secretly if heaven and hell really existed, then he wished to see his parents on heaven.Perhaps Talk to Sirius too.(But sirius soul was stuck in the veil wasn't it?He wouldn't be there if Harry did go to heaven.)Harry looked ahead of him and wondered if killing an horcrux was the same as killing a man a monster?

As he walked closer to the spot where The death eaters and Voldemort were, his eye caught a movement, a shiver passed down his spine without his consent, and he found his heart racing.

There was someone here.

The unnerving feeling of being watched that he was trying to ignore doubled. He spinned fast,hoping the death eaters wouldn't try to torture him before handing him to Voldemort.

His eyes instantly locked into a tree,looking better it was just wind shaking the tree almost behind him.It was only one shaking actually.The others were all safely seated and patiently waiting.On a magical environment it would be normal if not quite weird, but otherwise normal. Yet the feeling of being watched continued. Enerving, restless. 

Resisting the urge to go there, Harry hurried up to his death. 

Entering the spot where Voldemort was, was surprisingly easy (for someone who had years of experience hiding from animals in the form of humans and sneaking into danger as if it called him)for Harry. He stood in the middle of the only clear place inside that forest waiting patiently for his death.With every itch of will he resisted the urge to play with his own hair as he looked at Voldemort's red eyes and felt hundreds of eyes at his back.Still he couldn't help but feel that the one who was enerving him wasn't from any of the death eaters.He resisted the desperate need to know just who what? was succeeding in making him so uncomfortable but he just ignored and waited.

A part of him wanted to be angry, to curse dumbledore and voldemort and whoever the fuck made him like that, but he knew it was useless.So he just made himself comfortable sitting on the ground and waited for Voldemort to stop analysing him and just fucking kill him already.

After moments passed Harry had enough of waiting and started thinking about, well, everything and anything.Anything to take the eyes out of him.

Harry was an unlucky child.That was a fact, has always been a fact and this moment simply proves that he will continue to be an unlucky child until his death.

First of all someone ('looking at you Voldemort' he thought and narrowed his eyes a bit) murdered his parents when he was one and the same someone tried killing him because he heard half of a fucking prophesy – not even half actually!Then after that he was sent to the Dursleys.
Where he passed years working as a slave for them, barely getting food, any freedom over anything AND they lied to him about everything about the world where he belonged!

About magic,about his parents,about Hogwarts.The people who were supposed to help him,protect him as his family were instead the reason why he was ignorant,why has was unprepared for the future, they were supposed to prepare him for the war be there for him.Not Hurt him!

'But, did any of this matter now?' He questioned the gods, hoping they would listen, looking up at the starry night and wondering if his life was truly 𝙝𝙞𝙨. He was grateful that he was at least going to die by avada kedavra.It is said to be painless and if its true, Voldemort then really is a fuckin mercyfull motherfucker.He could think of very painfull ways to die, and all of them made him shiver and be awed internally.

A shiver passed his spine as he remembered the hollow and cold magic of the dementors.

He had always been a little bit fascinated with death.

His relationship with it wasn't the world but it was enough.

He thought about Cedrics vacuous eyes,staring at him.Thought about the taste of blood on his teeth as he dreamed that he was Nagini.Licking his teeths briefly he wondered why did the blood taste familiar.

He thought about those years at the dursleys,they were blurred from his mind fortunately — an attempt to help himself to go to sleep not knowing the real damage, but knowing that there was quite a lot.He saw Vernon's hateful eyes staring back at him,saw Dudley laughing as he came back with his shoes dirty after he cleaned the house,saw Petunia' pan flying close to his head.

He remembered the nights where he wished he was stronger.

In the universe there are rules that cannot be broken, the one most known and accurate is that the stronger eats the weaker.

It has always been like that.

Some people say that animals are cruel for consuming  the weak.

They seem to forget that their society is also under those same rules. 

"Avada Kedavra!"

 The next thing he knows is that he found himself in kings cross but different, it was White, with its trains in different colors.Some were Grey,others had black and others were as white as the station.

 Dumbledore was there too.His purple robes contrasting rather not so pleasantly in the station, he looked like he wanted to say something;His sides were...glitching... for the lack of a better Word.He looked like he didn't belong here. Just as Dumbledore opened his mouth the temperature of the room dropped at the same time the wind made a whisper that shut Dumbledore completely.

 He couldn't make out the words but he knew that the wind was speaking.

Suppressing a shiver he turned around, his heart pounding in his chest as he tried to calm himself down, he realized that it couldn't have been the wind,there were windows,yes but no air came out of there.

He tried to fill his lungs but the only thing that was the same was the movement,there was no air coming in and filling them.

He looked around as the whispers were gone.Not only them tho.

Dumbledore was gone.

Everything was gone....or so he hoped.

"What the fuck-"

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Time passed, he just didn't know how much. The trains didn't move, the walls continued white, the feeling continued the same, but the wind was silent
He was half tempted to just shout for it to happen again so that he had something to do.
He was bored, and that never meant something good.

Suddenly all of the shadows (how did he not notice there were shadows in there?) around the White kings cross moved. They started spinning around each other, one arched to touch him but he dodged at the last minute, fast enough to see another one behind him, touch the others.

He watched in awe as 'air' started to condense in the middle of the shadow. The pure pressure leaving his knees weak.

His lungs burned as the air came into his body — soul? — and as the magic started forming from the shadow something told him instantly to not mess up.

This wasn't a Voldemort situation, although he doubted that it didn't involve him somehow.

This magic was dark, thick and heavy, nothing could be compared to that magic.What was forming in there?

His breathing was wrong as he tried to put air in his lungs but it seemed to hurt his body even more as a wave of nausea hit him like a truck.

The last thing that he remembers before fainting were the words

"Harry Potter.." the being started thinking a bit before adding slyly "..my master.."

--

Seeing how both of them were silent for some time, Harry because he was trying to breathe properly and Death because it was analyzing him he spoke up.

"Death" Harry greeted the creature...being. Now accustomed to breathing the cold air that seemed to cut his throat from the inside and think properly.

Death remained even more silent with the greeting.He seemed frustrated, even tho Harry could not see it's face, he didn't even know if Death had a face.If it had how would it be?Something told him that only time would tell.It did surprisingly sound like Dumbledore and he hated that fact.The something of a voice shut down for a second after that but Harry focused on Death again once he started speaking.

"I can be a lot of things Mr.Potter.." its hood now falling and revealing sharp cheekbones, messy hair and a sharp face. Harry squinted his eyes and drew a sharp breath as he realized who was there. Bellatrix Lestrange.

"I can be the killer and the victim." Sirius appeared, only for his nose to get smaller and his hair to fall. Voldemort.

"I can be the villain and a hero" Dumbledore's beard fell off the robe that the being was wearing "I am not something that your mind can see or imagine." Death waited a beat "not now at least".

Something told him to remember those words carefully but he was in a panicked state to think of anything more.

His horror and panic started to become visible and Death seemed to take great pleasure in that. Frustration built in his very bones as he looked at Collins face which now had a sharp predatory smile.

His panic did not cease so easily.His vision became all blurry, his heart was pounding fast, he tried to not look but he couldn't...it was- it wasnt normal for- it-

‘I- Sirius– (Im sorry) Remus was dead- (FUCK!) What- Why-- (Its my fault it's all my fault)’

Breath Harry, remember to breathe.

Taking his time as he took long breaths Harry observed the being now had his fathers face,then moved to have his mothers, and then it settled to have his own face. Looking at him with dead green eyes, pale face and a smile.

"What did I do to..deserve such a good welcome in your realm...Death?" Something inside of him was coldly calm. His voice sharp and cold as iron.

With a startled move of Death's body Harry realized that what had talked was not him, it certainly was using his body but it wasn't him. Who?

"Peverell." Death ordered, and, in a minute, something numbed every muscle of his body, taking it asits own. Harry casually walked towards Death and smiled sharply.

He walked close to the being and murmured something that not even he could hear and then smiled smug.

“Well” Harry heard his voice come out loud before a cough erupted and felt his own face grimacing before continuing in a different, rougher voice “I won the bet didn’t I?”

“What bet?” He asked, this time, his own voice came in.

 "That if one of the Peverells ancestors could become my"  Death made a strangled voice but continued regardless  "Master I had to take him in and teach him the..secrets of magic among other things..and his....task...as the Master of Death"

"Which is already something that I will do to the Master of Death in case you forgot Ignotus so I'm losing nothing" He continued quickly, his words falling out of his mouth like excuses.

"Is Lady Magic aware of this deal already?Or did you procrastinate on your work again?"His ancestor teased (TEASED) Death (DEATH) (ANCESTOR WTF!?!?!?!!!!!).

Death mumbled something about cocky humans and bad jobs.And about Ignotus being a little shit.

Harry honestly did NOT know how to react to that fact.

I mean how should he react to that?SHOULD he even react to that or just...leave it alone?

Death and his ancestor continued talking using his body.Which by the way why?

Leave it alone that is.

"Well I think we should explain it now shouldn't we?"

"Definitely" They(he?she?Don't know,so it's gonna be They) replied to Ignotus

"Well Harry,How about we start from the very beginning,huh?  I know that you know the tale of the three brothers so you know how it happened that me and death met " Ignotus stated calmly "but that's not exactly how it happened."

Harry nodded and Ignotus took it as a cue to continue.

"The thing is many people, including Dumbledore, think that the Hallows were made by us, and they were'' Ignotus said very proud of himself   "but what many people don't know or guess is that they were made with the instructions of Death."  Ignotus took a moment to collect his thoughts before going back and continuing.

"Why?" He asked rhetorically to Harry with a smile  "Because Death never wanted a master to divide its powers and knowledge of things with a human or anyone really, so Death made us do the Deadly hallows as measures so that no one ever inherited the Deadly Hallows."  

"But apparently I did."  The real question was how.

"Yes" he replied easily "Well the thing is, the Deadly Hallows were cursed.Anyone who owns any of them were fated to either die or become insane.It doesn't really matter how much time passes until you own one or the other if you own even one, you're gone for good."

A shiver passed down Harry's spine as he tried to connect the dots.
Dumbledore  owned one for years and died, Voldemort owned one for decades and became insane, he apparently owned all three too and had the worst luck possible.

"But if all of them owned all three Hallows for sometime,like Dumbledore.He had my cape from before my first year,the wand he awlways had, and then sometime later he had the ring with the stone.He could have been your master, couldn't he?How is decided who becomes your master and who doesnt?"

"Time,the amount of Magic that you have,plus your ancestory" Death answered and pointed a bony finger towards him.He was still wearing his face and as unsettling as it was seeing himself, he forced himself to try to become comfortable or at least relax.

Ignotus rolled Harry's eyes but his mouth settled in a thin line and his own face seemed to be morphing into a grimace. Nevertheless Ignotus answered better "The time that they all held the Hallows was different, none of them owned the three Hallows in their possession at the same time" Ignotus smiled smugly at Death and with pride spoke out loud  "only you.The magic is easy to understand and the ancestory is that you have to have at least some necromancer blood in your body.

Plus, there are other.." he hesitated "uhh- uhm well requirements to become The Master of Death, you know."

Harry narrowed his eyes 

"There is a curse that needs to be avoided to become the master of death.Voldemort, for one, did avoid the curse but he didn't have all hallows, therefore he didn't become the Master of Death." Ignotus explained calmly, but his chest was a bit too tight for everything to be truth.

"Are always that paranoid?"

"What do you want to do about it?" he asked sarcastically "Complain to Dumbledore?"

Death burst out an incredible laugh but controled themselves before smiling dryly towards him

"The thing is, no human ever owned the three Hallows at the same time,maybe some had two, others had one, but none of them had the three.You get that?" Ignotus said, completely unfased by the odd reaction of his companion.

Harry nothing said.

"So the basic of the curse is that, if someone has the first, they die and get stuck in limbo forever. 

With the second Hallow they become insane so that they forget about the other two,

and if they have the third Hallow they will be cursed with bad luck —I know it may sound a bit less likely to be as bad as the others but it's officially the worst — so that they can't have the rest.Only in Death shall those who seeked the third see peace.That’s mainly why people search for them in the order that they were created, they never happened to get more than two tho.”

“But! All of those only happen if the one who owns them, knows what they are and are in the search for them.You on the other hand didn't know what they were and therefore did not get affected." Ignotus seemed to hesitate now.

Annoyed, Harry asked curtly "And?" Ignotus frowned a bit before he concended.

"Yes there's more" He takes a deep breath, filling Harry's lungs and by extension hurting his throat a little bit more with the cold air   "the thing is you own — owned, in your lifetime — all three Hallows, you are, technically, the Master of Death, yet you have died.It shouldn't be able to happen."

"Turns out"  death spoke up towards him before he could reply  "The reason why you got killed was because of the Horcrux in your body.Horcruxes are mortal things, albeit rather difficult to kill for you humans, they can be killed and since you were an Horcrux you could be killed no matter of who or what you are you are.”

At Harry’s confused expression Death sighed and explained better:

 “A Master of Death’s soul is immortal, but the Horcrux living inside of you is not the Master of Death, therefore it could get killed;Thanks to some things that Dumbledore did to your connection,hoping it would help but definitely did not, there is no way to kill one without killing the other in your World,so, well, you got killed with it."

"So?" Harry asked  “if I'm dead and not the Master of Death what am I doing here?”

“You’ll have to time-travel to the past to fulfill the tasks that you as a-”

Ignotus screamed and rambled to Death to stop “Don’t spoil the surprise!”

Harry looked dumbfounded as his own body was jumping up and down with trepidation from whatever his ancestor was about to tell him.

"That happens to be the third or fourth thing that we wished to tell you." Ignotus seemed to vibrate with energy

Of all things expected Harry definitely did not expect to have a deja vu tho

"You are a necromancer Harry"

Well deja vu it is then.

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Harry couldn't help it, he burst out an incredible laugh as Ignotus slowly became more and more confused and a bit annoyed.He laughed until his laugh became more fake as he thought about every bit of experience that he had with...necromancy.

(The faint smell of death inside the dark cave made him nauseous)

(the cold hands touring his skin apart with the sheer force of the way they wished and wished to kill eat him.Even the heat of the fire on the fireplace was not enough to take the hopelessness cold away from his very bones.Nor was it able to make him not see the new scars... this time,instead of belts they were scars filled with fingerprints .)

(He felt Arthurs Weasley's blood in his mouth as he sank his bare teeth in his throat. It tasted Familiar in a way he was grateful he didn't remember how or why .)

(He saw as the enormous body came out of the cauldron.He saw as he came to stand face to face with him from time and time again.

Tom )

"Even if you don't believe, it's the truth"
And damn if death wasn't right on the fact that Harry didn't believe, can someone even blame him?

But Harry still thought about it.Harry thought about the dark arts first since that was the first thing that came in his mind.

Years upon years of 'training' (machinations and schemes that Dumbledore made him go unprepared yet ready to give it all up just for the sake of others who didn't care about him) that Dumbledore stilled into his mind came into the forefront of his thoughts.Harry could swear that he could hear everything that Dumbledore spoke of the dark arts to him at that moment.

All of those were riddles and half arsed answers that he, as an abused child who knew nothing better, took as gospel.

Dark arts were evil, Dumbledore ensured that he would see them as that.Spent years upon years making and planning for the moment that when it was necessary, that Harry wouldn't turn into a path of blood and power.(He left Harry there)

'Dark arts are weapons' A voice that sounded suspisciously like Moody yelled at him.Moody had made sure that he used any weapon within his reach for any means necessary.

Yet.How?Why?It couldn't be.

"Right." a wheeze escaped his mouth until he stopped again, this time feeling Ignotus annoyance.  A warning.

"Sorry but...its just..." it wasn't just 'just' it was a big I DON'T BELIEVE YOU 

"I mean, I wasn't even drawn to them" Death raised an eyebrow "the Dark Arts I mean.I was never even drawn to them.I mean sure I did cast one or two — more like more but whatever — crucios in my life and did some imperios on goblins to get inside the bank and maybe I thought about avada kedavra my uncle and cousin....but...But that's it," Harry said,  "maybe I've read some books but it was just so that I could fight Voldemort, not because I was drawn to them."

"You do know that-" Ignotus stopped and sighed and Harry heard his own voice changing to match Ignotus' one

"What do you know about compulsions and blocksHarry?"

"Well.." Harry hesitated, a bad feeling suddenly flowing his body.

"I've heard compulsions are like ....like love potions I guess but..not completely, they force you to do something you don't want to while not being aware that you're doing that certain thing I guess.." 

"Very well" Ignotus praised him "Now think"

"wow not even a hint?"
"Nope"

well now he guessed it was time to think about compulsions then.What has his life turned into? 6 or so Years of magical education and not even once he thought about compulsions like he did now.

He thought about what he knew and remembered Hermione giving both of them a lecture before the exams.He couldn't understand a single thing that she was saying so he just replayed the memory again and again so that he could translate it to his own language.

When he was done he thought about it now with his mind understanding and grasping the concept

It was true what he said, compulsions fog your true mind and thoughts and make you feel like you're the one choosing certain things, but you're not.It is the person who made the compulsions that made a...file so to say, that would influence on your mental capability. It could be dosed by potions or a spell, they would need to be renewed every three months and if it was a spell it would be every two months.

It was commonly used by parents who wanted the child to be more obedient or to marry a certain someone.(Albeit some of them did use love potions, most didn't try to hide that it was a fully political arrangement as well as the fact that some girls were made exactly for that purpose (he still remembers fondly the time Hermione complained and ranted about that))

Compulsions usually worked hand-by-hand with blocks, they were used to block a certain percentage of a childs (or adults) magic cores when the child is still too young to handle their own magic and could harm themself and others, it was also used to block a certain magic affinity by some pureblood families who wanted their child to be more dark than light,vice versa was more common tho...

'Bingo..' He had no reason to think more about the fact.

(But Harry still thought about it didn't he?On the nights when he woke up after a nightmare  he remembered the late night talks where he and Riddle had talked, the way Riddle had described the...the thrill of Magic.A thrill he never felt.He guessed he now knew why)

"Who?" Harry felt fury overtaking his body but he forcibly flushed it down while talking.

He couldn't pretend that he understood whoever did it.He couldn't pretend that he wasn't feeling angry but he refused to show in such a precarious condition that he found himself in right now.He looked at Death and then felt Ignotus conscience inside his own and shook his head, no, it would do no good to become angry right now.

Still he couldn't help but feel helpless when he heard the name.
"Albus Dumbledore" the man who knows and controls everything and anything.Because any other title that he had, could never be as good and accurate as this one.

Was it really that hard for him to live a life without much interference on anything by any authority?
"What should I do to...take them out?..." was even there a way to-

'Don't be dumb Harry' he suppressed a grimace as he thought about the common ways to take a block out.

"Go to Gringotts, ask for an inheritage test and they will provide you with a list with a number of useful things."

"So... I ..." it was still hard to believe that he was a necromancer,  (cold hands, cold scars, hopeless, warm fire)  perhaps proof would be good but deep down if he was being honest with himself...after all why else would he have blocks on his magic.

"We cannot stay too much on this topic tho, there important issues to discuss, such as your mortality,the fate of the horcrux inside you and your tasks as a necromancer”  Death started loudly but slowly murmured to himself about the amount of things to be discussed

"ok..ok so what- what is wrong with my err- mortality so to say?" Harry asked, still a little bit insecure while talking to the being.

"So.. for starters, Masters of Death cannot die because their soul gets...implemented so to say."

"Beg your pardon?" panic settled in, Harry remembered the same thing being mentioned briefly but he hadn't payed attention.His mind also thought about Voldemort and he internally shut the thought as fast as he could, he was by no means a Master in Occlumency but he thankfully knew a bit after hours and hours of Hermione shoving his head inside a book.

“Being a Master of Death gives you some advantages over normal species, you're being human.Its how their soul starts being immortal.But don't worry ok everything, Harry, will be explained in a book I plan to give you. "  Ignotus smiled.

 "The fact that you being a necromancer allows you to talk to my creatures, have some of the blessed powers that I gave every necromancer, thats it.I will give you a book that you will read to understand better."

"ok but like...whats the conclusion?Why am I going back?”

“You being a the only Necromancer in a long time inside of Britain means that you had certain tasks to do, and since you didn’t even know you were a Necromancer, none of them were done.We have agreed to send you back to fulfill those tasks, and Lady Magic also agreed since, one of those tasks include helping Magic’s chosen, aka Lord Voldemort, anytime you possibly can.”

“There are more tasks that you will need to do but we will discuss this on a different time.”

Oh my Merlin he WAS right then..this HAD Voldemort's nonexistent nose in it! The audacity of this bastard to haunt him even in his death.

Idly he thought about the war on his world, he thought about the dead people, the alive but traumatized ones,thought about sweet little Teddy, now an orphan and wondered if he would be a bad person for wanting to change everything by leaving them all behind and starting over.

Did he even have a choice?

Looking at Death, he realized that no, in fact he once again didn't have a choice.

"As a bad thing you wouldn't be the master of death in the past, so it wouldn't give you the..implements, but then again, it wouldn't change much now would it?"

Cursing loudly he wished he had summoned his parents with the stone instead of being 'patient'.Literally the first time he didn’t want to rush something and he ended up being here.Serves him right about deciding to be patient.

Harry tried to memorize those things, but his brain started to hurt from too much information.Plus wouldn't the curse hurt him if he knew what they were?

Doesn't matter now.If he died there...

Faces came in a flash and he grimaced at the memories.So if he died they would die too..his chest tightened at this and he released a sigh before looking at the facts.

So he wasn't the master of death, but since he was the only Necromancer that Britain had in a long time he was being given the choice to go back to the past and as tasks he needed to help voldemort to....do i-don't-know-what and do some other things..

Two hours ago he got killed by Voldemort, and now, as a task, he needs to help him.

What a completely normal day for Harry bloody Potter

But he could go to the past....Harry could save them...they wouldn't be dead, there wouldn't be blood on his hands,Hermione wouldn't have to be tortured, Ron wouldn't need to starve and almost lose himself thanks to the locket.Everything would be fine if he just..helped Voldemort.

The muggleborn lists filled his mind with doubts and uncertainty but he filled them for later.Perhaps if he played good he could then just...save them all while having a way to make others kill Voldemort,if he reconnected the man with all the Horcruxes he would be..mortal once again wouldn't he?

TOM

Harry sighed but nodded "The horcrux?" Harry asked cautiously

Death looked at him oddly and smiled as if they knew what he was thinking about and thought it was funny.Perhaps for the being it was.

Ignotus pointed his hand towards a bench, Harry looked at it puzzled before everything was suddenly silent.Looking around, Harry hadn't even realized that there was some noise in the platform.He then heard it.

A gut wrenching cry of pain and agony coming from beneath the bench.His chest hurt and he gasped as his own eyes shut at the pain that shot through him.

Dazedly Harry walked past death and kneeled before the creature before a sound came out of his throat as he looked at the- the- the thing beneath the bench.It had a skinny body – so skinny Harry could see the heart beating inside the chest - eyes crimson as blood had some tears on its corners.Harry looked at it as it cried and wailed in pain, his own brain having stopped sometime ago before he reached to touch it, comfort it, shut it before his ears bleed and-

"Do not child."

Harry stopped and focused on Ignotus,who smiled serenely.

"He cannot be saved" He said gently before getting up and leaving it to die.

Harry's eyes were still on the thing, who now he realized with terror was the horcrux living - dying - inside of him.

Ignotus frowned deep while Death crossed their arms and leaned on nothing, the air seeming to have condensed to support them. 

"When you go to the past...." Ignotus hesitated before he made a decision, seemingly debating with himself before looking at death and, apparently, finding no support or rejection, decided.

"What do you remember of your past with the dursleys Harry?"

("You hold scars greater than the ones you fight for, Harry.")

Harry had a habit of forgetting bad things that happened in his childhood, he heard that this was like a mental wall that your own mind makes so that you don't remember many trauma related things.They stay in your subconscious however. And with the war, the nights without sleep and the constant state of paranoia that he was in in the past year he didn't even remember very well how it was..mostly he got random flashbacks of colors and noises.It was rare when he remembered something clearly.

(His stomach hurt from how empty it felt.His chest was rising and falling too fast for normal and he could still hear the gunshots from far away.He couldn't die now, no, not now not now—)

He felt his hands sweating, He cleaned them on his t-shirt feeling the wetness get out of them

Still some of the only things that he remembered were mostly of his summers after hogwarts.Funny how he knew that his life had only fully started once he came to Hogwarts and it just ended there too.

He couldn't remember anything from his childhood.And a part of him told him that that was how it should be.

"Not much from my childhood, just remember the summers after Hogwarts" he mumbled quietly.

Ignotus hummed quietly, thinking to himself, it was almost unfair how he couldn’t hear his thoughts but Ignotus could hear both.He felt the sides of his mouth twitch involuntarily and was sure that Ignotus heard him, but no comment was made.

"Dumbledore knew about the horcrux since the night at godric's hollow Harry, and he sealed it so that its presence couldn't affect you much, that happened to make the two of you intertwined but not completely,that is the reason why if someone wished to kill the Horcrux they would have to kill you too, and vice-versa.You are connected, but not so much that the Horcrux would cause harm to you or your mind, it cannot posses you or influence you in any way, but..when you go to the past, the horcrux will be liberated "  Ignotus said looking at the bench that hides the Dark Lord  " there is a high chance that your personality will change a..little bit."

Now THAT was a bad thing.Or was it really?What could be worse?Become more intelligent like Tom Riddle?More bookworms like him?More affected by the dark arts?

What else could go wrong?Plus if maybe he became more studious it would help a lot in the future where he would probably need to make plans wouldn't it?Grimacing at the thought of him making plans he shook his head a little bit and said quietly.

"Continue" 

Ignotus was surprised but Death continued before any of them could make any comments on how well (or neglectful) he was thinking and dealing with this.

"The curse-"

"Ah yes I wanted to ask you.Wouldn't the curse affect me as much as the others since now I know what I'm searching for?"

"Do you know what you're searching for?"

"Dumbledore’s wand,my cape and the Gaunt’s ring with its stone" 

"Wrong."

"Wha-"

"Harry" Ignotus appeared disappointed "no."

what the what– 

"The deadly hallows have been changing so that no one would know what they were." Ignotus had this air of disappointment,but Harry couldn't really feel Ignotus' disappointment.

"So what are they now?"

"One of them is your cape, the other is something that belongs to Dumbledore, probably one of his machines in his chamber and the other was a diadem,one that Riddle found and hid it inside somewhere."

His cape,something that belongs to Dumbledore and a diadem that Riddle found but hid....somewhere.

 The second one seemed very much like the wand but why would they–

Oh.

Oh fuck,the fucking curse.He needed to forget everything.So THATS why.Oh shit.

Grimacing, Ignotus offered.

"A child's brain is still developing, therefore, you might not remember or be able to do certain things from your future life, some of them irrelevant, others that will impact your life."

Ok so that was a problem taken care of, but another one appeared.

"So...how can I make Riddle sane again?"

"During our lessons you will learn how to search for souls, inside of limbo to bring back, that way you can perform a ritual to connect his soul, wherever it is." Death said with a smile with too many (far too many ) white teeth to be friendly.

"I guess then...that we are finished?"  He ignored how that sounded like a plea more than a question.

"Also.We already know about the compulsions don't we?" Ignotus waited to see if he would deny before he nodded and continued.

"Your own magic will try as much as it can to stop the compulsions from working which will undoubtedly affect you so I would kindly recommend you taking a inheritage test and then taking the compulsions and blocks out as fast as you can if you don’t want your magic not working when it needs to.” he said with a smile

He felt his own feet walking towards one of the gray trains and wondered briefly what was the difference.He saw there were shades of gray there but he was going in a darker one.

Well now was time to find out eh.

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And then he found himself in the same old, closed, narrowed cupboard where he lived for most of his life.

And instead of feeling relief that he could save his friends and family...he was struck by a gut pain...one that twisted his stomach as if playing with his intestines and he knew exactly what he was feeling.

He was hungry.

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Harry might or might have not forgotten most of what happened at the Dursleys but he definitely remembers how feeling hungry felt like.It started with an empty feeling that hurt a bit, but the real danger started when you felt pain, as if your organs were shuffled.Another bad things was when you got too tired, meant that your body started to need other means of getting energy other than food, and if none of those helped you became desperate.
His organs felt like they were shuffled, his stomach was at his back and he couldn't feel his other organs,he felt slightly nauseous and tired as fuck.

'Well that certainly is not very good.'

He ignored the feeling for now, knowing that if he felt a pang in his chest and a burning in his throat, then he would start panicking, now though, it was just a bit of pain and tiredness,nothing concerning.

His chest filled with guilt at the prospect of being alive while his friends were fighting in a war.But now they wouldn't would they?They would get to be just children.

Harry thought about Ron's haunted eyes and Hermione's scars and vowed to himself that they would never pass through that again.

What day was it?How old was he?What did that matter?

How could he bring Voldemort sane?How would he keep Voldemort under his control so that the bastard wouldn't go around killing Muggles and enslaving people?WHat would he do once Harry monitored him?Would he try to fight?Try to manipulate him again like he did when Harry was twelve and thought that he had found a friend in Riddle?

Giggles burst through his throat before he squished them harshly.

How was Sirius? His breath caught at the prospect of freeing Sirius, of living with him and Remus.They would be so happy.

Grinning he tried to turn but his world just spun so much that he was afraid he was going to vomit.

What did he know for sure? He was a necromancer who needed to fulfill tasks so that once he died he would be in peace.He was a time-traveler.

(Another freak in the normal’s pit.)

Apparently Magic wanted him to help Voldemort in his task.Merlin everyone had tasks didn't they?He had, Voldemort had, he doubted anyone had none.

He also knew that he was at the Dursleys.
(if Harry momentaly felt like he was going to throw up at that thought, that was only for him to know)

He sat slowly, his stomach felt like he was being stretched out, the pain developed to whole new level and Harry had to crunch down on his stomach to not throw up.Unfortunately for him,the world hated him and it was morning already;

"BOY!" He heard a roar from outside the small (how had he passed through that, he didn't know) door of the cupboard. Loud bangs against the door had made him flinch at the loudness of the noise.His ears were sensitive goddammit, shut the fuck up bitch.

Harry bit his tongue and moved to stand but the pain made it impossible to stand for too long.He fell with his head bumping in the cupboard,opening it and his small (fragile)  body fell outside...in front of Vernon.

His eyes opened and he moved away from the man, a second instinct telling him that he was in a bad mood and to not mess up.

Vernon was as fat as he remembered, a shape of a ball,no neck,blond hair with stripes of white that he hid very carefully and small hateful eyes.

Hateful eyes that narrowed down at him, Harry made no comment and pushed himself through the pain towards the kitchen.

He desperately searched for the things to prepare a normal breakfast and ignored the pain that doubled at the sigh of a few things to eat, his throat tightened momentarily but only for some seconds which he used to catch on his breath.
He did some scrambled eggs and bacon,twice as caloric as a normal one, since Dudley liked his bacon with lots of oil and fried.

While doing it, Dorothy, the dursleys first daughter, the oldest one with right now 12 years came downstairs and hugged Harry briefly,he felt warm and nice,he liked Dorothy, she was nice unlike her parents.He turned around and hug her more but she broke as soon as her mother entered the kitchen.

Petunia was always a bitch towards him, not even the little love she had for her sister could help that.She narrowed her eyes at him while he turned around and continued making breakfast.

Petunia went into the dinning room while Dorothy stayed and pointed to where everything was when he asked.He let his thoughts flow free while he engaged her in a little small talk, 

He needed to find a way out of the house.But how?He had no wand so the Knight Bus was out of the window.He couldn’t exactly take the bus, he was technically a child and that would raise some questions.

Realizing he needed the plates on the higher place he asked her and she got him the plates  while telling him how her Halloween had passed and how she and her friends did trick or treat the whole night before Vernon forced her to come back to the house just before midnight.She whined to him about how her father was bad the whole time before he said gently so that he would make her quiet down a bit because she was being distracting;

“He was just worried about your wellbeing” Instantly grimacing at having to defend Vernon  to which she pouted and hugged him once more before Dudley came down yelling.

“Yesterday was awesome!”

“Oh really?”  They heard Vernons voice loud and clear as he indulged his son in a conversation.Dorothy frowned before muttering how unfair it was that Dudley as a 7 year old could go out until past midnight but she couldn’t.

He hummed noncommittal which got him a little nudge in his arm before he got the plates of food and placed them down on the table, while he let his thoughts flow.

Necromancer with tasks,help Voldemort,go to Gringotts to take the compulsions out.Lets hope the goblins don’t really remember him, and if they do, let it only be a vague impression of him being from the future and not having destroyed everything he did.

He grimaced at the thought of paying for all the property damage he had caused those days.

"BOY HURRY UP!!"

He bit back a curse and moved to put the rest of the  plates of food while secretly stealing a bit of bacon for himself.He put it inside his pocket and saw how Dorothy stealed some too and winked towards him with a smile.

Harry stood in the corner of the dinning room and looked out the window watching the streets, which were covered in glitter and trash and had other children playing.

“Boy!” 

“Yes uncle?” 

“You will receive your list of chores to do and I want everything done before I come home, you hear me?!”

“Yes uncle.”

Petunia gave him the list and he grimaced before looking up and going to wash the dishes.

Harry wondered if he could make a run for London alone while he was out and trying to weed the garden.It would certainly be ok if he did so.

After he washed everything he went to fetch the little chair and grabbed the vacuum cleaner before vacuuming the house, letting the noise wash over his head.

So he was in the past, it was currently 1st November, yesterday had been Halloween, he was 7 years old if he from what he gathered was right.His friends were safe,Sirius was alive,Remus and Tonks were alive,everyone was alive.Everything was fine then.He just needed to..help…Voldemort.Keep him under control and everything until he was sane, and even then he would need to be vigilant about him.

He finished and went inside the rooms to clean.He looked at the jewelry box Petunia had and prayed that it all went good, otherwise he would die by the end of the day.If not before, and  went out in the garden,wondering if he could just walk down the road into the alley that had a jewelry shop and just bargain the price of it .He looked around and saw no one, they must all be in the park.Good.

He smiled before standing and walking down the road, looking left and right before walking faster after he looked at a clock inside a coffee shop.Vernon would be in Privet Drive in three hours.Harry had never bargained anything really, and it certainly never was so serious any bargains that he did.

He came into a stop just in front of a shady shop and was suddenly reminded why no one wanted to buy jewelry from  here anymore.He steeled himself while he thought over what could go wrong before remembering that he was, in fact not a 5 foot 6 adult but a scrawny and homeless looking child,the owner might as well call the police telling them he stole if he didn't bargain right.He took a deep breath to calm his nerves and looked at the two pairs of earrings, three rings and two necklaces, all in good enough condition and put only the two pairs of earrings in his hand before hiding the rest and going inside.

“Hello?” He called as he looked inside,with narrowed eyes, looking and taking in as much as he could.There was a open window on the corner, if he made a run for it wouldn’t be good for him, most furniture was in good enough condition but a good kick could break the leg of that damaged chair and he'd have a weapon. After he thought he saw everything that he could do he finally looked at the way things were there.

It was dark and a bit dusty inside, with its windows which showed some jewelry all dusty.He looked around and noted some broken glass just before the door, he would use it if needed.

”Why hello there!” A loud and deep voice ringed from inside the curtains in the far end.He guessed there it was the backrooms from the shop.Possibly in the same condition as but maybe not.

Harry walked slowly towards it and opened it, just to look inside a bar.

‘What the-’ he looked out in the shop and then back at the bar.There was only a woman bartender working in there.

Harry blinked.She blinked.Harry did.She did.

“uhh,I want to eh, bar-” he stopped mid sentence “ uh, to uh, sell?Sell.Some jewelry.” He chastised himself but his own little body was trembling a bit and his stomach was churning in anxiety.Gods he hated this child's body.

She smiled warmly and he smiled back.She looked a bit lost tho, not that he blamed her.A skinny child who looked on the verge of crying.Perhaps this image could help him 

They stayed in silence for a few moments before 

“Oh!Yes, yes of course.Sorry haha.I got a bit distracted here.” She smiled sheepishly, “You can call me Samantha.” she then went inside the bar in another door before yelling.

“Come here!”

Harry followed but gripped a bottle of whiskey just in case.As he entered the other room he saw a much better looking jewelry shop and saw as she blinked at him, more especially the hand that carried the bottle.

She looked at him for some seconds when she saw the bottle,he stayed silent,looking around.She then smiled and chuckled, making him snap his attention towards her once again.

“So kid,” she started “what do you have for me?”

Harry took a deep breath before walking and placing one pair of earring on the desk, analysing her reactions as she took it and held it.

She muttered things under her breath before looking back at him,he stared before finally saying something.

“How much for it?” He heard his own voice, so little and almost, shy if he had to describe it, he looked as the woman smiled warmly before saying;

“Three bucks.” A gag erupted his own throat and he coughed a bit, indignantly.

“Why?” He enquired, to which she raised an eyebrow and smirked.

“Take it or leave it.”

He huffed before looking at her again.He picked the second pair and pushed it on the desk.

“They are the exact same.” it would be six bucks then.He frowned before looking back at the woman.He could give the rest of the jewelry to the woman and see how much everything would cost, but if everything was this...this fuckin poor then it wasn’t worth it.He might as well go to another one.

But there are no other stores that take used jewelry.Certainly not any of them would do nothing about a scrawny kid, ad honestly, he had no intention of going to the British police station and being interrogated so...well at least she seemed like a nice woman.Perhaps he could take some...sdvantages of that too.

“Do you take employees?” he asked, trying his hardest to appear innocent and good, thinking about how there was no one working with her.

She smiled sharply this time and he blinked before

"I thought you would never ask"

He cursed himself for falling for it.For her warm smile and for her sweet demeanor.

Fuck.He glared at her and he continued to smile.

Well anyone can call him dumb, but he was anything but an adaptable piece of shit so might aswell work with that.

'Let the games begin then'

He calmed his face and saw as she blinked while he turned away and made his way to the outside.He counted the steps.He was stubborn as fuck, and he knew he wouldn't step out so soon.

step 6

he heard a shuffle behind him, keeping his head high and steps confident he continued.Finally on step number 11.

“I can pay you very well.” he raised his own eyebrow at that, he turned and saw her smile turned into a grin as she said “from money to..tickets to London.” 

His eyes widened comically before he pushed his feelings towards a barrier and gulped a bit.

“How much is the salary?” she narrowed his eyes, as if coughing on his attempt at distraction but no comment was made.

 “5 bucks every one and a half hour” 

He knew that logically he was gaping but he didn’t care.

“Absolutely not.” He firmly said and watched as her eyes narrowed and her grin growed.If that was even possible. He thought about what he would like to be payed, considering he was going to spend only like.Some hours everyday or so here.

“15 bucks every hour and a half.” He said and she blinked before laughing.

“Make it 10.” She challenged him, making his eyes narrow and letting the words flow out of his mouth.

“You barely have employees or clients,— “ he started, so sure that he was going to win this argument with this one.

“So why do you think I can pay you more?” Successfully shutting him up.She smiled a little less now.Her eyes having gone less twinkling and more dull.

He stayed quiet for a second or so.

“You-” What should he say?What if it was actually true and she couldn’t pay him more than ten bucks per hour and half? Ok now he was feeling guilty.He studied her bit more.

“Make it 12 and I'm in.”

She beamed before crushing him in a hug.

“Oh, the stepping out of my shop was a good tatic kid" she praised and he tensed before she continued "and first lesson kid,” for a moment he was scared she would say ‘never trust other people’  but no.It was far worse.

“When you’re bargaining something, you never, ever tell the truth.” He could feel her smile from down where he was pressed firmly against her chest, hearing her heartbeat.

“Motherfucker.”  he cursed.

In the end he stayed with only 11 bucks per hour ( which he threatened to cry about and when she did nothing he felt too embarrassed to actually cry, then she proceed to actually bring him cookies, which after some time, she took a bite of one and gave him the same.He waited until she gulped and then some more seconds before actually eating any of them;) plus a few more if he actually did his ‘homework’.

(which was learn how to lie or spot a lie

"You're a good lad, but not a very good liar kid" she grinned

He gaped before she explained

"Your eyes give everything up, they show if you're about to cry,lie,scream or if you're thinking about something.Not to mention that your hands were trembling and well, so was your body really.")

Bastard

He also found out her name was actually Vellena P. Relothi and she had inherited the bar, but bough the jewelry shop from the previous owner just some weeks ago.Hence the why it was so.. dusty.

He wasn’t even sure if her name was Vellena!

Still he went back to the Dursleys three bucks richer so that was something he guessed.

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Harry woke up with a start, gasping for air.It didn’t seem to reach his lungs and with each gasp his eyes widened more and more in panic before a firm pale and scarred hand was placed on his shoulder and he could finally breathe.

He tried to remember the nightmare,with no success so far.It was a weird one for sure,not the first weird one, since he had had very bizarre nightmares during his fifth year.Before he shook his head and slowly sat up.

 “Who was Dorothy?”

 Ignotus was silent but Harry continued "Now that I have time to think I can't remember any Dorothy.Who the fuck is Dorothy?It seemed so natural for her to hug me but I remember not liking hugs in my first year, so what changed?Since when the Dursleys had an older Daughter?Wasn't this the same universe just a little time travel?"

“No, this is not the same universe,” Ignotus was quick to reassure him lightly, “but it was the most similar.”

Harry's eyes shut and he breathed calmly .

Once, twice, thrice.

A different universe.

Had he really abandoned his friends on that war in a childish attempt to help without enough information that now, led him to be in a different fucking universe?! Hermione would have punched him so hard.

Restless and honestly trying to hold a few tears back, Harry just sat back at the couch that he had been sleeping on.

"Well better start with the lessons." Death said.

"Can I have ONE moment of peace?" Harry felt his anger burning in his chest,his mouth seemed to have gotten out of control, his neck and his head seemed to heat up too, he was sweating and worried that he would end up having a fever.

Death seemed to take no offense in this and Harry briefly processed the fact that he was in a child's body.At least Ignotus and him weren’t sharing it now.

He looked at him for the first time and was surprised to see that they were actually not very much alike.

The first thing he noticed were the scars on his body, there was one under his big brown dull eyes, his eyelashes were big and in his face there were age-lines that made him appear a bit old but he could tell they were caused by stress(Harry had the same and he had seen the same lines slowly appear in his friends too).Ignotus' skin was unhealthily pale, with some other minor scars on his brow, forehead and his mouth, his brown eyes being sulky inside his head but very very big, almost unnaturally big.He had a round jaw that, combined with the eyelashes that made him have an androgenous appearance.

His hair was more dirty brown and a tad bit less messy than Harry’s, his brows were darker than his shade of hair and he had a scar on his throat.He looked like he died a death full of pain and loneliness, but overall he looked young.

He had small calloused and firm hands that also had some little scars on them,he was wearing rather good looking, if not old fashioned clothes, but a good quality, considering the time where he lived.He was skinny but tall, much like how Harry used to be.

Harry took his time looking at him and then at Death, who was wearing his 17th year old face and took in the differences.

Harry had tanned skin, albeit a bit pale but still his indian ancestry was very much there, with the infamous Potter hair being very thick and untamable not covering the lighting scar on his forehead.The scar itself went from his hairline, cut his brow and almost reached his eye, it would look a lot like Ignotus', had it not being literally white and sometimes, his own friends said that it literally glowed whenever he was really pissed off.The contrast of colors -his dark skin with literally white scar- had always been a bit annoying and drawed too many eyes.

He also had much, much darker hair than Ignotus, tho there was some white bangs of hair that were touched by the lighting scar,he had bags under his eyes like him, but his eyes were sharper and more narrowed, his cheek bones were very pronunciated and he had a sharp jaw unlike Ignotus, he also had some age-lines and he looked older than 18.

Harry had more proeminent muscles but still not much until he looked like a bodybuilder or someone who went to the gym almost every week or so.He was tall but not annormally so, like Snape or Voldemort those who towered over others easily. 

Harry honestly wished he looked like 21 but if he was being more honest he looked in his 30'.

Dammit.

He had heard rumors that the famous Potter hair came in only some generations ago but he had thought – rather irrationally – that his ancestor would look more like him.

But Ignotus wasn’t a Potter was he?

He was a Peverell, not a Potter.

And albeit every Potter is rationally a Peverell, not every Peverell is a Potter.

“Lets start with some dangers to you, plus some differences between Necromancers and The Master of Death"

 He snapped back to reality with that, not making any move to say anything, still pissed by having been tricked into going inside another realm.At least now he knew where those trains led him to.

“ Necromancers can, if spending too much time around me or my magic, turn insane,or develop diseases.Most commons being encephalitis and the least common being cancer.”

Horrified couldn't even begin to describe how Harry felt at this certain revelation.

“A master of death has no such restrictions, they cannot turn completely insane because once our bond as Master and God is completed their soul starts changing slowly to adapt and become a bit more like mine."

 "Necromancers can, against common belief, get stuck or die when they travel to different Worlds,when they do come back most of them experience Hallucinations and minor headaches.Masters of death don't have any sequels.”

“Now the soul, Necromancers develop a different type of bond of what a Master of Death would have.For one, a Master of Death bond is stronger than a Necromancer, and since their soul becomes a bit more like mine, they have no need to do as many sacrifices and rituals as Necromancers would need to do, in order to travel between the Worlds or talk to The Dead.

“ Ah yes a necromancer needs to make sacrifices to go to any world and the amount of sacrifices is different to talk to the gods.” Ignotus added, “just to clarify.”

“What type of-”

“There are too many specifications to say here so this part I’ll let Ignotus explain later on.”

“I’ll lend you the book when you’re ready.”

'And when will I be ready?" 

Ignotus said nothing while death continued.

“The necromancers - and master of death - magic get developed to a point where they will have a grey core, no matter what their parents were, they will always be grey."

“I though they were dark?”

 Ignotus  smiled indulgently at that, his face for once lighting up, before answering gently.

 " We connect to the dead and living world, Harry.

We connect to the gods in a way nobody does.
The duty of necromancers are balance Death and Life in the living world.Seers are how Fate can interfere in the living world, Lords and Lady’s of Magic are how Magick interfere in the living world, we are how Death interferes in the living world.Each one of them have a job to do.”

“To have Life there needs a way to know that it's not forever, or else it wouldn't be called life but eternity.To know that there is light there needs to have darkness and to know that there is a balance there needs extremes. Lords, Ladys and Seers can have only two cores, or dark or light.”

Ignotus spoke so passionately of his heritage, that Harry could do nothing but listen and watch awed as he gestured around and spoke proudly.

“It is common sense that, when a Lord or Lady is made, a seer from the other branch of magic is designed for them.This way a type of balance is restored.Lords and Ladys work to make the world better more balanced, but they would never be truly able to do so because they are the epitome of extremes.Only us, necromancers, the true balanced beings, can help the Lord's and Lady's to reach balance.”  

Death looked troubled as he looked at Ignotus, as he panted and sweated a little bit before shaking his head and sheepishly scratching the back of his head.

"Back to the whole point, right, ehh uhm.” Ignotus looked at Death and taking it as a cue, they spoke:

“The time you pass on any World or to talk with any God will also require certain specific gifts and sacrifices, you need to plan everything very carefully so that you can talk with them.You cannot spend more time other than the one that you paid for."

His mind was still reeling from the last few minutes so he took a moment to snap his eyes shut and breath.Organizing his mind as best as he could.

Grey magical core, connecting to the Worlds,balance of the Worlds.No actually scratch that he could easily resume it all by being a neutral being of sorts.

'NN - Neutral Necromancers.'

He snorted, amused but shook his head nonetheless.

Yes, that could work.

He opened his eyes to see Ignotus smiling a bit and Death grinning mishievously.

"The magic now is mainly the amount of power you can have.Plus that a Master of Death has less trouble completing certain Rituals”

"Sooo, me being a necromancer means that I can depending on my magic - which is grey - can go to the spiritual and dead world for about a day or maybe more, with at best some minor hallucinations and headaches and at worse, diseases.And I have to sacrifice a lot fo different things than a master of death would have.And I am a NN."

“Basically.”

"Yes"

Harry looked to the ground as other doubts formed in his mind.His friends, family, his past, his world what would be of them? Could he really not help them anymore? Was he actually dead? Did Kingscross even happen? What is happening to the horcrux in his soul now? Is it dying because of the last avada kedavra? Probably not but.

Perhaps if he became the master of death he would be able to help them.Maybe even go back to his own world.Smiling a little he asked

"Ok so when do I get the blessings to be able to start the bond?"

"As early as possible."

"And that is?"

"After your blocks are taken away I will pull you into a coma so that you can start to be a necromancer"

"Ok so now what?"

“Now we will teach you the Theory, and what you need to know.”

Death said nothing.

And then Harry woke up with water on his face.

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Harry was never fond of the cupboard where he spend his 10 years in, but, sometimes, he wished he was back there, with his spiders,with his broken toys and with zero to no light or oxygen,..with something that he knew what it was,what was happening and could at least control with familiarity.

So that he didn't have to see the real world..., the blood on the cupboard was of a freak, not from an innocent person that he couldn't save.The tears in the real world hurt more than the ones he wasted on his family.

After a rough beating, that resulted in him locked inside the cupboard (again) he tried to sleep but with the ache on his ribs was hard to manage.He was so goddamn tired and he wanted to sleep so much but his brain just wouldn't stop.

He was in another dimension,he needed to help voldemort,he needed to get out of here,he needed to go to gringotts,get the deathly hallows

Without his permission though, he started to mourn.

He thought about Ron and Hermiones faces as they finally kissed in the slytherin chamber.How happy and caught  their own world they seemed.

He thought about how little Teddy would grow up alone.Without Harry, his godfather,without Remus and Tonks.His own parents.Another child left orphaned to this cruel little world.

He thought about how dreaded Collins' brother must have been when he found his death.

He thought about Rons cries as he held onto Freds cold corpse.About George's haunted eyes, as if he just lost something so precious he couldn't even voice his own despair.

He felt his cheek become wet as tears flowed before his eyes.

He stayed quiet, looking into the dark pitch of the cupboard,feeling as exhausted as he did when he died but seeing all of their deaths and feeling everything.The good, the bad, and the mad.

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"He's not prepared for the damage that this will cause him" Death stated as he looked at Harry who was trying to sleep "He doesn't remember anything because he doesn't want to, why do you think right now would be different?"

"He is the one who is different." Ignotus insisted "He already experienced you in that life,here the worst that could happen is he gets a bullet wound, but that can be healed.” Ignotus smiled comfortingly to death,

 "Plus it's just a little test. Its not like it will kill him.Everything can be healed" Ignotus affirmed as he watched Harry 

“I thought you were fond of him.”

And I am.

Then why?Why put him under so much more?

“Are you fond of him D?”

death stayed silent and Ignotus smiled.

“He walked towards me knowing that every step he took was his last.” 

“I am aware.”

“If I happen to be..aware…of him, there is a reason to.”

“Don't worry.He won't die.If anything does happen, he can be healed.” Ignotus stated and then went away once again towards Limbo, searching forever for his long dead brothers.Now stuck in Limbo.

Shame that the three would never find each other again.

Looking back at the child now trying to sleep, Death couldn’t help but be relieved he had cursed the three brothers to never find each other, who knew the damage the three would have done if they had found each other.

"His mind can't." Death replied quietly but no one but the wind heard him.Again.

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At the end of the day, when his bruises healed and his body was healed he heard his uncle banging on the door and slowly got up - this time careful to not bang his head on the door - and went out only to find his uncle and cousin with a gun.

Ok what in the bloody world??Oh shit.

As he saw Petunia kiss Dudley's cheek and coo at him how he looked a man, Vernon looked at Harry with a malicious smile.Dorothy was in the corner watching from the shadows saying nothing.Vernons fat hand was gripping his rifle firmly, while dudley had a smaller but not less intimidating one.

His thoughts were racing very quickly as he thought about what was about to happen,he barely registered Vernon talking but listened and carefully kept distance from the rifles.He knew that his magical core had blocks on, so he probably wouldn’t be able to do much magic.But maybe a simple banishing charm on all the bullets would work?

"Dudley told me 'bout a game he invented with his friends called Harry Hunting"

"And I thought that it would be a great father-son bonding activity" vernon purred looking at Dudley and then to Harry with malice in his eyes as he finished " to play it."

Dudley was for once silent, he seemed to be lost in thought but when Vernon looked at him he beamed,Petunia looked somehow unsure but said nothing,Dorothy looked at him with pity on her eyes.

Harry was told by a sad Dorothy to grab a jacket and maybe something useful, it was cold tonight and he would need to survive.

He went back and grabbed two jackets since one of them was way too thin to actually provide any warm.He grabbed his running shoes - dudleys pair of when he was like four that were still in enough condition to run without the foot sole crumbling - he grabbed a lighter and a little bottle of alcohol that he found in a cabinet inside the cupboard.Plus the jewelry that he borrowed and the money he had.If anything happened he would just run away and sell whatever he had for food and walk to London.

In worst case, burn the motherfuckers down.

He also grabbed a wristwatch - did he steal it?He couldn't remember.

It was currently 10:47 pm.

He was pushed by Vernon to enter the car and he looked on the streets trying to understand where they were going.

Harry hunting was easy when it was just with Dudley's gang, they were not fast runners like him, they could not hide well like he could.But this was different.He was reminded of the nights inside the cabin with Hermione and Ron, listening quietly to the radio.His memories were a bit foggy,maybe because of what Ignotus had told him.Something about a child’s brain not being able to remember everything that he did because its still developing.Or maybe it was the effect that the Locket had on him while he was wearing it in the , he didn’t know.

Harry looked at Dorothy and quietly asked why she was here.

"QUIET!" Vernon shouted, his eyes darting from Dorothy to Harry with suspicion.

He gave up talking when she seemed too distressed to talk.He tried to sleep so that he could talk with Death and Ignotus but sleep didn't come.

He started to get desperate so he held his breath as long as he could but even then he didn't sleep he just painted.

He tried again.

He took a deep breath.And let it all slide.

His head seemed to be torn apart with the amount of pressure being put on it but he refused to give in.His lungs burned and he could hear his heart beating faster for a bit until it started slowing

His eyes were starting to get wet and he could feel his own body reacting to the loss of oxigen.His lungs were desperately trying to fill in with air, his throat felt sore and his nose was starting to feel clogged up.Still he didn't give up as he tried to sleep.

That is until he heard a scream and air filled in his lungs.

He looked at the person while coughing - Dorothy who looked horrified looking at a space behind him - and tried to pass out quickly but as soon as he woke up he couldn't sleep anymore.

After a while of him panting, the car parked and he went out to have some real air.

He looked up from the ground and saw a forest that reminded him of the forbidden forest, which flowed him with longing.He would have Hermione and Ron in this universe at least!!

Harry would remember for the rest of his life when he first felt like life and death really was a game or that death truly had a clock with all your life time until your clock finally stopped and you died. 

It was Friday,currently 11:34 pm and he heard a click of a stopwatch meaning it started.

"The game is up." he heard the wind whisper as his bones felt like ice and he froze.

Dorothy screamed and taking that as a cue he dropped to the ground as the first BANG filled the air hitting the nearest tree.

He did not wait for Vernon or Dudley, he ran straight into the forest making as little noise as he could while being fast.

He ran.

"Run Harry run." He heard the wind whisper as his head became foggy with adrenaline. He dodged tree branches and jumped over fallen trees.His headache was building up,and his stamina was the worst possible but he ignored it.

"No!Not Harry!" He heard a scream coming from behind a tree.He had the faintest impression that not only Vernon and Dudley were hunting him.

He ran faster.

"His mind can't" the wind whispered like an annoying bug on his ear

His mind can't

"RUN MOTHERFUCKER RUN!!"  Something screamed at the back of his head.

He was going to jump over a root of tree but his headache hit him hard and even thought he knew that he had endured worse his little body was not used to such level of pain and he tripped over.His chin was now bruised, - great way to start Harry he heard a voice not very different from Ron inside his head. - and his jaw was hurting quote too much to be normal.

Dorothy screamed again from somewhere deep in the forest and grunting he rolled to the side as a bullet hit the ground where he was.

"𝙍𝙐𝙉" They screamed with the top of their lungs, he pushed himself up with all the strength he could manage to continue running.

"His mind can't." The wind whispered again.

Jumping a tree, he continued running as fast as he could.His breathing was fast and uneven.His lungs urged for air but the air that came in didn't seem to be enough.

He faintly thought that he could see the Death Eaters coming for them.Hermione was running and shooting spells against them.

When he heard a giant BANG that made his ears ring, he realized that they were not as far as he thought they were so he dropped to the ground with a loud thud.The bullet hit his leg and he screamed as the pain exploded from his leg.

Vernon laughed out loud but Dorothy screamed for him to get up again so he ignored his pain as best as he could and ran.

"GET BACK HERE BOY!" Not a chance.

The scream of his head yelled and begged to not be stupid!Dorothy was on the ground of the forest, she was crunching and shaking, her eyes looking with great fear from something behind him.Greyback was against him wasnt he?

"𝘿𝙊𝙉'𝙏!!"

Well now he could kill the bastard.

"Harry!Careful!The Death Eaters!"  Hermione! He turned around as fast as he could-

"𝙉𝙊!"

"Take me!But not Harry,not Harryy!!"

He saw a woman running towards him.

Time seemed to slow as he looked at her.His widened eyes taking every particular thing,from the way she runned - fast and silent, like an olympic champion running to get their prize - to the way she looked.

She had red hair, just like his mother,green eyes just like her... "Mother!" he heard himself scream and he tried to go there but then he realized...'Death is near'. She smiled with malice.

"His mind can't" she whispered with a smile and sprinted over towards him in an alarming speed

He hurried in the opposite direction.

He heard another Bang and dropped to his knees again, this time had he not fallen the bullet would hit him in the head.He felt her presence on his back, he clenched his teeth tight accidentally, winced as his jaw hurt more and crawled forward pushing through the pain and doubts, he ran until he felt nauseous.

He tried not to imagine his head smashed like potatoes but he did it without his own permission and it made a shiver pass through him, he felt his legs go numb but the steps - fast and silent like the wind - were too near for him to think about it too much so he pushed himself up.

He ran with all he could,his bloody leg was stinging and he felt like his head was being banged against a wall but he passed trees and jumped rocks until he found that his chest was hurting too much and he couldn't keep running.

He tried to continue but his chest burned from inside out so he changed strategy.

He hide behind a tree and tried catching his breath,it only made him have a coughing fit.His heart rate was becoming more and more rapid.He had to think.He had to survive.He had to fucking breath.

think

'The bullet didn't pass that tree so it probably wouldn't get passed that one,' he though as he looked at the biggest tree he ever seen 'I could get up in there and hi-'

BANG

the bullet passed right next to his head, he felt dizzy but he saw a shadow form in front of him in the shape of a dementor! He looked back and saw the woman reaching out for him.His organs felt cold as ice and his eyes were having black spots - somehow as he looked through the black spots he saw the dementor in all of its glory.

He hissed angrily and pushed himself up.He felt his magic tensing and he waved his hand to the dementor.Screaming out loud

"EXPECTRO PATRONUM!!"

Prongs runned towards the dementor and head butted her chest, with that, she screamed in agony and jumped away

He gasped for air as he runned towards the tree and started climbing it before Vernon or Dudley could hit him again.

He hissed and groaned all the way up as his little body had no muscles and was to little for him to reach certain branches,

It took a few minutes of yelping from the hits that the tree had taken of Dudley trying to aim at him but he was eventually surrounded by leaves and tree branches, they would hide him.

They would hide him. He assured himself before the adrenaline started to wear off.He for some moments got the strangest urge to cry his eyes out but he just sniffed and closed his eyes to stop.

He saw as Vernon and Dudley tried to hit him but their aim wasn't the best.Plus it was funny that none of them could take the force of the pressure in the gun, so everytime they pulled the trigger they fell to the ground.

They started packing something that harry realised was a camping tent and brough food - which they threw at him but it was in fact useful because he was hungry as fuck - and then they went to bed.It was midnight now.His mind felt foggy and he was exhausted 

Harry felt more than saw as a shift in the air occurred and looked up just in time to yelp as he saw green eyes like the most beautiful forest looking back at him before he fainted and met Death again.

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"Okay what in the fucking world was that?"

"Such foul language." A throaty voice from behind him said

Harry turned around and faced Death,this time,he was alone with it.

Gulping Harry just analyzed the being,looking for any answers - as if he'd get any.

Death was wearing the same dark cloak inside the hood was nothing,just darkness.Eternal darkness sent a shiver down his spine so he looked somewhere else. Death sighed disappointed,he had his bony hands holding a dark,ancient book that looked to be 1000 or more years old.

It was thrown at him but he caught it mid-air and then he felt a cold hand push him to the ground,making him fall on his butt.
He, out of instinct rolled to the right as a spell brushed against his side, cutting the skin and letting drops of blood on the ground.

"Well that is definitely one way to start a lesson." He said, as he realized his body was back to its 17 years old, little blessings they gave him at the very least.

He didn't question why they were fighting,he didn't question why he was still holding the book - '𝘈𝘩 𝘴𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯?' - he just let it slide,because he didn't care anymore, he couldn't care.Or else he was going to realize things he didn't want to realize.

He dodged and jumped out of the way of spells, his mind in another place as he let some of his instincts come and save his skin.

But as the fight got more heated he got more and more angry and overwhelmed - what were those spells?What if they hurt me more than others?What happens when I wake up?How can I help Voldemort?Do I want to help that monster?What would my parents say?What would Sirius say?Cedric?Are they dead in this universe?What if Sirius is dead in this universe?What if Pettigrew help Voldemort rise earlier?I don't know I don't know I don't know I don't know I don't know I don't know I don't know I don't know I don't know I don't know I don't know I don't know I don't know I don't know I don't know 

FUCK I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING

Emotions that he suppressed during the war, ( "your emotions will just kill faster you Harry you know that" Hermione's voice reminded him when he lost his head in a fight with a death eater and ended up killing him.

He looked at her and saw fear in her eyes.

A bucket of water was thrown at him,he felt suddenly cold and ashamed and embarassed and he let go of his wand and opened his arms, his eyes pleading with forgiveness and sorrow, she smiled a bit, only a little twitch of the corners on her mouth before she came and hugged him.

“I'm sorry.” he whispered “I won't lose my head again.” 

He looked at the destruction he left behind, ashes and broken things everywhere.He was finding it easier to kill.

He shut his eyes.

“Promise.”)  

during their first encounter, (they're dead they're dead they're dead they're dead they're dead they're dead they're dead)

and during the Dursleys, (he was back in this hellhoad.fuck he was back he was back he was back fuck fuck fuck fuckGunshots,pain,shuffled organs,blood,screams, "BOY!") were coming back hard enough for him to gasp once the thought of what was happening came into his mind,tearing his mind apart as it forced his way inside it.

And Harry realised one more thing.

He was scared.

And he was alone.

 He knew nothing of this world.That vast world knew everything and he knew nothing.There was no one in this world who could understand,comprehend.

No one who knew what he went through, no one who would be behind him to guard his back.He went towards his death wishing for peace and instead found himself back here again.

He was alone again.

And gods he was scared.So so scared that something was going to go wrong,that he would do something that would mess everything up - even tho he wasn't even sure if he even had anything to mess up,but he probably did and just doesn't know just what that is.

("Who are you Harry Potter?" Riddle demanded one of their lessons.

"I am Harry Potter goddamnit." He answered, tired of repeating it.

Riddle tisked and looked disappointed.

"One day, perhaps not today, but one day, I shall ask you who you are.And then, shall you give me a good answer")

He had died.

Harry laughed outloud,hysterical,maniac.Scared.

He had killed for them.He had done everything for them.

For the Wizargin World and their bullshit of prejudice,of their laws.Of the stupid, stupid stupid adults that were supposed to be - something.Gods he didn't eve know what adults were supposed to do, because none of them fucking did anything at all.It was always uup to Harry.

For Harry should be the one to kill a wizard thrice his age.Harry should be the one to fight.Harry should be the one who died.

And now he was back,having to do everything again as if he didn't- as if he didn't- gods-- gods he was dead-- how could thye expect him to do everything?

(The smell of burnt flesh on Hogwarts grounds - his first and only real home - the destruction surrounding him.

He thought about the years on hogwarts,

Quirrel,Ginny,Pettigrew,Cedric,Sirius,Dumbledore,and so many others.

death was always there, swallowing others surrounding him on its dark,dark, dark cloak and ending all of their lives, one by one.Taking and taking on its own time, as if it was generous - for one to be generous,one needs to know what is greed, Mr.Potter. - for taking them at its own time.As if they deserved to die on that time.Some Young and naive and others still having so much mroe to give to the world.

From all of History's great heroes,why did Harry have to be the one to do it?To relive it all?To do things right when he didn't think he even had a choice?

He closed his eyes and took a breath to steady himself - not that it worked - before dodging a spell as his chest hurt,his vision stayed blurred and his muscles flexed
He saw red eyes and a sharp smile, he saw body's with hands intersected in each other as both died.He saw Sirius' shocked eyes as he fell in the veil.Cedric's dead eyes, looking but not seeing. His chest arched again and this time a spell hit him.

He closed his eyes for the pain while seeing,thinking,hearing,remembering.

He saw Naginis head on the ground,he heard his mother's scream, her begs, saw Hedwig falling,Sirius being hit with a green jet of light.And the that same jet hit his chest on the forest-
And hit
And hit
And hit
And hit
And hit
And hit
And hit
Until all he was, was just another dead body in a forest he couldn't recognise and whose soul belonged to death.

Gods, he wanted the comfort of his unexistent home,he wanted the faint smell of something baked during the mornings at the Burrow,the familiarity of the cupboard,the warm that spread through his limds as he hugged Sirius.Gods he wanted a family,he wwanted a home,he wanted comfort but instead was fated for war.

He saw a spell hit him and instinctively reached for his own magic,but his own magic was locked away ( by Dumbledore ) so instead hefound himself being ingulfed in a warm, warm embrance of sorts and h gasped.Closing his eyes for moments (seconds, days, months, years it didn't matter anymore because Harry felt so,so warm.He needed it.)

Harry opened his eyes and with guidance,he saw them.

Death.

Their hood was at the back showing white hair,blue eyes and a paper-like color of skin.

Death remained silent and so did Ignotus.

He was in front of Death,the personification of Death.

He was alone, has always been alone.But wherever he went Death went with him.So maybe he wasn't all alone then.
Maybe he could live with that.

𝘞𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦.

Harry lowered himself until he sat on the ground and panted for a while trying to collect himself.He closed his eyes and basked on the warmth inside his chest.

Maybe he wasn’t all alone.

He listened to a hiss at the back of his mind and smiled a bit, touching it and feeling as what used to be pain now is warmth flooded his senses.He felt a bit guilty, but he realized there was no one by his side other than him and the Horcrux.Death and Ignotus were there too,but.

The feeling in his chest exploded with more heat and he suddenly felt bubbly and he giggled before catching himself.

Yes.Maybe he wasn’t all alone.

He looked at Death one last time before going to the first chapter wordlessly,basking in the warmth like a snake in the sun.

Harry stopped paying attention to Death and Ignotus who seemed to be talking while shooting furtive glances his way but he ignored nonetheless.They started getting annoying tho.

"Are you planning him of your little plans to him and the thing that he has grown attatched to?Why have you let him grow attatched to it?"Death growled unhappy.

"Hey,I just want what is the best for all of us." Ignotus looked at Harry,who hummed, and smiled pleased "Harry will be powerful one day,what with the right guidance,he might as well have everything he can just to fullfil his purpose."

"They don't understand what it means,Peverell.They think they do,but they don't.Potter will only grow more and more attached to that- that shite on his soul,that parasite, he will forever be addicted if continued like this."  This caused the Peverell to frown a bit as he weighed the pros and cons of this new thing.

Finally the man grimaced before smiling a bit.

"They underestimate their own hatred towards each other.Even if Harry does grow attached to it, he won't grow attatched to the main part of Tom Riddle." 

'After all' Ignotus thought 'they do have to be together to be trully powerful,and that will never happen before I can have my brothers back at my side;'

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This book contains:Graphic descriptions of certain rituals,other religions,images of things that might discomfort you.

   Chapter 1- Brief introduction on our history - including  

   Note needed for before every history

    How were necromanceres born?

   Our bond 

  Chapter 2  What is urgent to know? -Includes       

  the Fae Volk and the dangers to us

  how to access the gods

  the deadly hallows.

  Chapter 3  Religion  - includes 

  wicca

  celtic

  Why did this even have a chapter dedicated to more than one religion?

    Chapter 4 A different way of thinking and seeing gods.

   egyptian 

   norse mythology 

   greek mythology

   roman mythology

   Why are all of those religions in this book if our religion is officially wicca or in some cases celtic?

   *new article*   Why are most of these religions seen as problematic or in other cases even bad nowadays?

   Note:from Ignotus,

  Nowadays unfortunately it is seen as unethical,unorthodox and generally unacceptable to have any of those religions in Britain ,they are not entirely forbidden but almost all of their rituals are.I have added some chapters so that you can understand a bit more about your own society nowadays.From now on just read and we will discuss other things later. It is important to know that some of us are wixens and therefore our Religion and beliefs and customs are entirely based off of the Druids from the Celts volk.

The first Necromancers were from ancient Egypt and unfortunately we were not able to find much from them apart from what was written in their catacombs.When you go to Egypt,your ancestors and Death will guide you.

 *new chapter*  Chapter 5 how wixens see our kind nowadays - includes

  our stereotypes according to the light and dark society

  our history according to the light and dark society

  the discrimination against dark creatures

  political structure of britain

  Basic laws that every grey and dark wizard should know nowadays

  muggleborns and purebloods

Harry swore that if they tried to make him like pureblood supremacy he was going to draw blood from someone.

     *New Chapter* Chapter 6   The society's on Britain x the rest of the world

   The dark society on

   Europe

   America,

   Asia

   Oceania

   Africa

  Antarctica

  Conclusion - based on this and the previous chapters 

  The light society on

  Europe

  America,

  Asia

  Oceania

  Africa

  Antarctica

  Conclusion - based on this and the previous chapters

  The grey society on 

  Europe

  America,

  Asia

  Oceania

  Africa

  Antarctica

   Chapter 7  The Worlds

  The spiritual world

  The living world

  The dead world

  The sacrifices to each world 

Oh how great they are talking about the taxes.

  Chapter 8 Death' s children,different creatures and human kinds

  Death's  children 

  Death's kingdom

  Death's creatures on the living,spiritual and dead world

  How non-alamort creatures see us Thanatoid childrens

Harry briefly looked up to see Death and Ignotus  talking quietly.Ignotus sometimes caught his eyes and spoke silenter - if that was even possible.They were hiding something.Sighing Harry looked down and tried not to dwell on how things could work on this... thing.How could he have a civilized conversation with Death if none of them felt like they could trust him.

Or perhaps the true question was,could he trust them?

 He still didn't get any answers about the dementor who- 

gulping Harry wanted desperately to avoid that thought so that's exactly what he did

Holding back the urge to crawl on a fetal position (his bad habits were coming back to haunt him back again weren't they?) he contained a shudder remembering that the last thing he remembers before  this night was the green eyes of the dementor.He idly wondered how could that have happened.He still didn't take any blocks out 

(And if Harry felt a regret and frustration rising in his chest as he looked at Death and Ignotus and thought about how both of them and Dumbledore liked to keep him in the dark, that was only for him to know.)

  Chapter 9    what means being a necromancer - Includes

  magics chosen

  Fates beloved

  The path we chose

  Our choices

  Necromancers way of life

   *new article* Master of death

'Why wasn't that chapter in the front?' Harry wondered turning the page and seeing the rest.Distractedly he touched the leather of the book.Felt strangely like a skin.

    Last notes from the author and co-author

  Ignotus - Sweet Death

  Cadmus -  Alamort am I

  Author and co-authors: Cadmus Peverell and Ignotus Peverell

  bibliography:

  History of witchcraft - Jeffrey B. Russell and Brooks Alexander

  Wicca the goddness religion - Claudiney Prieto

  Norse mythology - Neil gaiman

  The Malleus Maleficarum

  Wheel of the year

  Rites of Passage

  More..

Needless to say,Harry knew he was going to spend nearly three months reading that book but he was quite curious about the last notes.He could read them ahead perhaps.

Harry opened the first chapter and started reading, occasionally looking at Death and Ignotus,but he could sense Ignotus' annoyance over his curiosity so he refrained from doing so again.

He could easily tell that it was going to be a very very very long night.He continued playing with the cover and its strange symbols that seemed runes.

Note from Author needed before reading the history or about the other religions

Here we will be talking about what happens in our way of seeing the start of the world or the start of our gods.It is important to know that religions means a particular system of faith and belief,but it will always start with someone telling a interpretation of something.Different cultures have different beliefs,that does not mean that it is not true,what you believe might not be true or vice-versa.This one may have some aspects different with the religion Wicca or celtic or may have some aspects in common but nevertheless you may choose the one that you think is better for you.The name of the Gods and what they control on each religion and mythology will be different, so for example, you find Thor and Zeus, they have similar "powers" so you most likely will assimilate one with the other.Depending on who you choose to be who, the gods will judge your statement and your way of thinking.

Here we will speak about our interpretation on our history,told to us by Death.

Please note that even tho we are Deaths child,that does not mean the entity is nice or entirely true towards us.You will soon learn that gods and their children have many differences and relationships between them are very complicated ,but the most important thing to know is that they are gods.

Gods ought to be Gods until gold falls from their body.

Harry looked up to Death as the phrases continued ringing in his head;

The gods;

     -      We shall never speak the names, for those who long have ceased to last might come to possess the soul of the blessed and conquer the gold of the others.

The gods will never tell you their names on other religions,for to know all of their names is to have the power to wield them.Your interpretations on the religions,are what will make you worthy or not of their attention.Who you think is a certain God on one religion and on other will tell them about your mind

you will be telling them how you think,why did your brain think about a certain God while reading about other.You will tell them one way or the other.

Depending on the religion that you choose (which will also tell them something) you are only allowed to call them by their respective name on that religion.

What you choose to follow will be the only face you will use,so mote it be.

Harry wrapped that information on his head as fast as he could even tho a small part of him told that this didn't include a christian religion or a monotheistic religion there.That sounded very much like Dumbledore which made him flinch a bit but he ignored it and continued nevertheless.

He saw a little note on the bottom of the page scribbled in old ink and a bit drunkenly if he was being honest.

I got a little advice for you little reader,

Trust yourself and you're safe,

Trust the gods and you will see why we need to adore them rather than anger them,

Fear the gods as much as you adore them reader,

But overall the Fates.They can make you lose way more than just your life.

       - Antioch Peverell the wand brother

The minutes dragged on and on as Harry read the book and finished the first two articles and needed a break to catch his breath and to memorise it.Fucking Merlin that was a  lot to take in.

Harry tried to imagine Hermione explaining those things to him in simpler terms but it didn't work so he just ended up lying down and closed his eyes as the paragraphs slowly became short enough to understand completely without taking the meaning away.

  Death was born during the night, from the ashes of the forest that the GodFather burnt with his light.Death felt sad and jealous that the other Gods had people who adored them,when they never adored him and only feared him,so he made diseases,plagues and wars to make people learn that they should worship him too or they would suffer consequences.

Harry refused to acknowledge the fact that the war that had just ended could be Death's doing,he just refused.

  It is said that a child born from a corpse came into the living world with the ability to see life and talk to death.The people were horrified and burnt the child alive.Enraged by this,Death took a moment to look into the world and saw how Life's and Magics children were all alive.

Displeased and frustrated,Death made their sisters, Fate and Magic cry in the ashes of their only child.From the ashes emerged flowers which they planted on the bottom of the cold lake of the city with a protector forever to remain unknown.It poisoned every man and woman who drinked the water until only the children were left who then drink the water and fell asleep for years, supposedly inside death's realm,making their souls eternal and the first necromancers to ever walk the earth.This was theorized to be close to Egypt since there were where the first registered Necromancers were, but only in theory since this story was much older than Egypt.

Idly,Harry wondered where that lake was.And what would happen if someone drank the water that flowed there.He yawned tiredly and set the book aside for a second, he looked at the horizon of kings cross and blinked slowly.

Later on Harry wouldn't remember how he fell asleep and woke up feeling worse than before but it was what had happened

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The sun hadn't yet shone when Harry opened his eyes.

He heard the soft sound of birds singing and trees rustling a bit,their leaves having a calm effect, so much that he felt like he could go back to sleep.Dorothy didn't agree with that.She nudged him hard, his balance almost falling and he had to grip the tree harshly to not fall.Hissing as his flesh came in contact with little spikes on the tree.

The world seemed to dance and his head to weight as he tried to ground himself even tho he WASN'T on the BLOODY GROUND

Waking up properly,Harry looked at Dorothy who was beside him, scowling at her. He tried to push himself up but his head seemed to want to fall off his shoulders.Using his hand to grip his head and neck,he held them in the correct position.

As he regained conscience he heard someone from down shuffle.Harry looked at Dorothy and properly asked her:

"Why are you here?"

Dorothy shoved him lightly before answering quietly, almost as if it was a secret that she needed to come because he was here too 

"You're not bound by me you know?" he said with a smile, teasing and gentle and she pulled him into a hug.

Her aura calmed him instantly and he tucked his face at her neck,smelling her a bit before a hint of disgust and anger came up his chest and she quickly got away from him.

He looked at her puzzled but decided not to comment on her strangeness.

He looked down and carefully and slowly came down,yelping out loud and holding back a moan of pain that shot through his leg;He still didn't take a very good look at it.

He reached for the bag of food,uncertain if there was anything merely natural and healthy inside it.

He risked a peek and saw cans with food inside it.

He stole a few,pocketing them inside his jacked and slowly backing away.He needed to go to gringotts.

'CRACK" son of a bloody flying bitch of a stick

"Boy!" Vernon screamed but Harry couldn't care less, he was up and running the moment he saw Vernon get up from his tent.He sprinted towards a random direction,pushing through the pain of his leg as he went thorough bushes with spikes that made him see stars from the pain.

He looked down at his leg and gulped a vomit at its state.

He would rather think about it in a different time.He bolted to the right when he heard the 'click' of the rifle ready to shot.He jumped up a big rock and tried to hide.

Dorothy screamed as the rifle shot in his direction and the bullet flew past his shoulders.The rock wasn't big as he originally thought.

Harry got up and bolted to the right, passing trees and branches before jumping big rocks with difficulty, vacillating a bit as he got up from the ground after  falling too hard on his knees.

'One would think I had better stamina while younger'

But luckily he could tell that Vernon was having some trouble catching him, 'but not for long' he mumbled quietly looking at his bleeding leg before grimacing and jumping up and continuing.

His throat was burning by the time Harrys lungs deemed his body useless for running or doing anything really.He had just woken up and was already exhausted.

But he gulped a lungful of air and held it while running.This time he practiced his breathing, the way Hermione once told him to do so.

in for five seconds

he dodged another tree

out for five

jumping with mostly his other leg he almost fell down a river and yelped as he came down in the rocks.

Grunting Harry embraced himself for the impact and gritted his teeth as he rolled down before being able to stop.Thankfully his head was spared the beating but his leg was at an even worse state.

He glanced through his eyelids and felt a little cold suddenly.

Getting up with dread that the dementor was back, he looked up and saw a dark cloud forming in the sky.And there goes the beautiful wether that once took the view.

He quietly bringed the food out of his pocket,inspecting it and deeming one of the cans good enough to eat since the other one had splashed down the way.

He looked around, looking for a place  to hide and eat in peace before he tried to apparate ot diagon alley.It couldn't be too difficult could it?

----

Apparently yes it could when you didn't even remember how to.

He remembers Death saying something about being in a child's body, would automatically make his brain develop the same way a child who had his experiences would and consequently he would forget somethings and not know how to do others.

Admittedly, he hadn't realized he had forgotten anything important but now that he tried to remember how to apparate or at the very least the feeling of apparition he couldn't recall anything about it.

He had also looked around the forest to try and determine where in merlin's name was he but, so far no success was made.

He wondered what else he wouldn't be able to recall before it was too late.Like now.

Did Harry mention that his uncle had found his hiding place and he was currently running for his life because he stole Dudleys rifle when he wasn't looking?

Oh well now you know.

Laughing hysterically he jumped another rock and looked behind himself.Before quietly putting the rifle on the right place and adjusting his grip.

It felt oddly natural,in a way he never expected to have felt, since he never had a riffle before (he remembers Tom explaining how to use one in case he needed it he looked at him with such a...strange sadness and concern in his eyes when he saw how Harry gripped with naturality the fake riffle)

'Not that it mattered now.' Smiling, he looked at Vernon's purple face and directed his gun firmly in his direction.Imagining a line that connected his rifle with somewhere and soon enough,he saw the line right next to his face.

Just seconds before pulling the trigger he felt himself hesitate at the thought of killing him.Was he really about to kill him?Why would he kill Vernon?Yes he was a bastard but he wasn't necessarily cruel.Was Harry so cruel and blind that he would truly kill someone innocent? What did that make him?A killer now?

Idly he thought about death, and he wondered if when he died, it would take his face now of a killer instead of a victim.

Was he really a victim?

BANG

Vernon had his gun pointing at him.Bloody hell

Grimacing now that he knew where he was, he got up before gasping at the sheer amount of pain that shot through his leg.He gripped it harshly,breathing and trying to get back to reality before he felt more than he saw as Dudley came punching him in the face.

Cursing loudly he scrambled away from the - now noted - very much larger and unfortunately stronger boy.Dudley gripped his - broken? - leg and yanked him back and with a cry of pain Harry was being now looked by Vernons 'scrutiny' face.The one where he would frown and try  to think of a way to make Harry's life more hell than it was before but realizing that his life was already a lot.

Still as his hair was pulled up by his massive hand,Harry wished - not for the first time and not for the last - that he was stronger, more resistant or maybe...less hesitant and more cruel.

That would have made his life much easier now that he thought about it.

Grinding his teeth as Vernon squeezed his head and made his pressure build up, he tried to fight back, but Dudley pulled his leg harder and he fell.

Harry squeezed his eyes shut as his head started to hurt and tried to breath before being abruptly shaken up and having his hair pulled by Vernon towards a direction.

He tried to talk but his head was yanked in the direction of a tree and he shut up very quickly after that one.He didn't want to be a smashed potato because of a tree.

He controlled his breathing and followed them as they made their way outside the forest and back to the car.

He looked to his right after being shoved inside and saw Dorothy looking at Vernon as he looked inside.

"Why are you here?" He inquired, now tired from everything but knowing damn well that Petunia might as well make him do chores when he got back.

She didn't reply,instead just smiled a bit and hugged him lightly.She exhaled warm and comfort and for one or two seconds Harry closed his eyes and briefly drifted to sleep,before waking up not being able to do so.

He grunted and sat up just to hiss at his leg.He looked down at it and grimaced as he saw the yellow-ish pus come out of his wound.He looked at the dried blood of his trousers and wondered if that meant he would get a new one soon.

As he looked more closely tho, he froze in place in disgust before with a yelp he slapped his leg and gripped the thing that was sucking his blood and took it out with a gasp at the pain and the pure horrible smell that came out of his wound.Which now he noted, was very infected.He wondered when had been the last time he had gotten an infection.Certainly years ago only.He healed fast after all.

Grunting at the smell he threw the worm away from him and took his jacket out and tied his leg with it.His breath was ragged but he looked at Dorothy,almost expecting some kind of horrific emotion but was met with a morbid curiosity.

A bloody worm was on his bloody leg eating the flesh out.How was that fascinating?

He looked at her and she noticed his disapproving look and watched her brother open the door just to shut it with a cry of disgust.

"Dad!The freak pooped in the car!"

Frowning Harry looked at the worm he had thrown but found nothing.

Looking around he saw nothing worth of mention.Sighing he closed his eyes a bit and drifted off to an almost sleep,recalling the chapters that he read and not sure if he should be feeling dread or excitement at the thought.

Looking at the forest he wondered how his last world was.Did they win?Did Voldemort win?

The last thought left a sour taste on his mouth and he realized that he was close to throwing up at that.

Giving up on sleep he watched as the streets passed quick as lighting on his eyes.Hearing Dudley sleep and Dorothy soft breath he then looked up to Vernon and started talking.

"You could have killed me." 

He wore a nasty smile while saying that and saw how Vernon deflated a bit before looking back at the street.

A bit enraged at being ignored when he said the truth Harry said a bit more loudly " why didn't you?" Had unfortunately been the words that he blurted out.

Vernon this time did not look at him,his mustache moved a bit,as if he was about to say something but didn't.

Harry was feeling the pain in his head the Vernons disgusting hand made him have.His anger spiked at being reminded of how weak he was in this body.

He glared at Vernon with venom, and grit his teeth as he looked calm if not a bit uncomfortable.

Vernon shuffled a bit before pulling the radio up and the sound of Freddie Mercury's voice flooded his ears.

Vernon frowned,never having liked the singer because of the rumors about his sexuality, but made no mention of changing it.Preferring to hear this man's voice over Harry’s.

Harry glared harder and pinched his own skin hard enough to bruise to steer himself from snapping as he saw Vernon act as if he was nothing.

The pain in his head was a reminder of what he was.Weak.

He looked at Vernon,refusing to back down and furious trying to not snap or say something that could give away his emotions.

Before he breathend once,twice,thrice.

five seconds in,

hold for another five 

and out for five again.

Repeat,

five seconds in,

hold for another five 

and out for five again.

Repeat,

Freddie's Mercury Voice was still singing on the background and Harry took it as an opportunity to distract himself 

five seconds in,

We are the champions, 

hold for another five

We are the champions,

and out for five again.

No time for losers,

Repeat.

cause we are the champions,

"I could have killed you too you know" The words flowed out of his mouth in rage despite his best attempts at holding them back "I could kill you so easily and you know it."He said with a smile,enjoying the way Vernon went from 50 to 1000 in levels of uncomfortableness - if that was even a word -;

He looked at Vernon who was now gripping the steering wheel with force.Pleased, Harry slowly bent forward,ignoring the way his leg protested against the movement and said slowly and quietly,as if he had all the time in the world.

Harry looked to see Vernons face  "I could have killed Dudley '' he said finally watching as the emotions Vernon tried not to show him were now displayed like a woman who was caught in the act with another man.

He looked as Vernon paled before opening his mouth and shouting curses at him,he quickly went back to his seat as Vernon started to try to get him or slap him.Vernon looked unhinged this way, Harry realized with a grin,shouting curses and trying to kill him.Startling awake his son and daughter,Vernon continued to curse him and his ancestors as if Harry cared, instead Harry felt something akin to joy and pleasure as he saw how angry and uncomfortable he was.It was laughable and pathetic really.

"You should think of yourself as lucky" He continued despite knowing that there was public watching this time  "Had I not been a good little innocent boy" Harry looked at Dudley and concluded " he would not be that far different from the deers."

This time tho,Harry shut up immediately as he saw Prongs.A sour taste on his mouth and a look at the mirror told him how mad he must have looked and acted.

Realizing what he was saying,Harry looked away ashamed and let the curses sting to his mind, instead of letting them fly off his head.

"BLOODY MENTAL!"

‘Open your eyes, ’ Freddie sang loudly

"SHOULD HAVE KILLED YOU WHEN I HAD THE CHANCE!"

Look up to the sky and see,

"I'LL KILL YAH YEH BRAT!"

Im just a poor boy, I need no sympathy.

Vernon screamed with purple face,Dorothy made herself a bit smaller to hide and Dudley seemed scared and Vernon looked ready to jump his seat and kill him on the place,laughable again

"DAD!" was shouted and they looked at the street before a

CLONCK

and the car crumbled a bit before Vernon pushed the brakes.Harry was quick to look back and see a person lying on the ground with blood on their body.

"Dad we-" Dudley seemed to swallow a lump before looking back "we- we gotta help 'im aint we?"

because I'm easy come, easy go,

Vernon said nothing,he had his eyes closed and he seemed to be praying for a bit of time

"Dad-" Dudley repeated but Vernon seemed in no way prepared to deal with that.Dorothy hiccuped quietly and seemed to want to become one with the door

"Dad-" Dudley sobbed

little high,little low

"SHUT IT DUDLEY '' Vernon screamed, and Dudley sobbed louder while Dorothy flinched.He remained quiet,observing with morbid curiosity.

Vernon looked at the mirror and narrowed his eyes dangerously because of the expression on his face.Trying to mask his emotions he looked away but Vernon was out of the car in less than a minute and dragged him out by his leg.

"You think that's funny boy?" Vernon murmured on his ear 

"A man is about to die and you think that's,what, worthy of your curiosity?"

Dorothy winced sympathetically.

Any way the wind blows doens't really matter,

"You'll heal him with your freakishness" Vernon said quietly,Harry had to strain his ears to hear him "And then you'll come back.walking."

Even better if you don't come back was the unspoken truth.

to me,

But Harry knew better.

"My people will come looking for me."

Vernons eyes winded comically and he stuttered for some seconds before shoving him back inside the car and closing the door with his own leg still out.

Crying out loud with pain Harry gripped his hurt leg,and shut his eyes hard as tears threatened to fall out.He hesitantly after pulling it back looked at it with one eye only, the same one that got infected and picked it up feeling sure that it was now broken and felt the urge to scream louder so that the gods stopped punishing him with pain and just healed him already.

Mamaaa

He risked a peek outside the car to see Vernon getting the gun.

"Dad-?" Dudley looked sick but Vernon shushed him and told him to not look.

"Cover your ears" He said quietly before glancing at the spot Harry and Dorothy were and went out.

Just killed a man,pulled my trigger,

Harry's chest felt heavy with anticipation,he followed Vernon as he turned his back to Dudley but instead came to his direction;

Fear rising, Harry winced as once again he was dragged outside.

now he's dead,

"You wanna be a killer so much boy?!"Vernon screamed at his face and shoved the ruffle into him.

"Then have your next victim here!"He screamed.Unbidden Harry was shocked.He didn't want to be a killer,how could he even think he was one?

Harry looked at Vernon as he started to scream more and more at him.The night was now very dark and Harry almost wouldn't be able to see anything had it not been the lights of the car.

Mamaa, life had just begun,

Eventually Vernon was left impatient and he gripped him and directed him to grip the gun firmly and how to shoot.Harry knees felt like jelly and his leg couldn't keep him up anymore,he gripped his rifle harshly until Vernon's ugly and foreign body heat and sweat was away from him together with the momentanea nausea at being gripped by him.

But now I've gone and throw it all away, 

Harry looked at the man who laid on his feet.

He had brown hair and brown eyes,his mouth was silently open as if he was screaming.

Mamaa,oooh,

His legs were both broken and his arms were holding his head,as if he didn't hold it, it would fall out and he would be dead.

His life was in Harry's hands now.

didn't mean to make you cry

He depended on Harry.

(“power and control Harry, are powerful motivators on someone.If you are not careful, you may be..”)

If I'm not back again this time tomorrow

As Harry got closer to him, he recoiled like a struct animal but winced and sobbed in pain.Tears prickled his eyes and Harry got down without bending his knee or hurting his leg even more.Hary cleaned his tears away as best as he could.

“consumed,” Riddle concluded with a sharp smile.)

Harry did his best to stop the shiver that racked his body.

Fear was something that would turn you desperate.

But power makes you mad and eager.

He felt nothing for the man who now expected everything from him.

He felt powerful

Harry looked at his eyes and saw only pain.

Carry on,carry on, as if nothing really matters,

Harry adjusted his grip on the rifle and pointed it.

"Let me free.."

He  pleaded.

Harry obeyed.

the last thing the man heard before becoming one of Deaths victims was a loud 

'BANG'

Too late, my time has come,

Sends shivers down my spine, body's aching all

The time

Goodbye, everybody, I've got to go,

Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth

Mama, oooh

I don't want to die,

I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all.

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The week passed slowly to Dudley, who now found himself watching his own father from the corner of his eye almost every time they were together.Duda looked at Freak as it washed the dishes with a hollow look, it looked like it didn’t sleep at all.Not like Dudley had any sleep too.
(“dad -” he begged before a loud BANG filled the walls of the house and then-
he woke up sweating and panting,)

Shivering quietly he looked at the tv and then to his dad, who acted as if nothing was wrong, talking to his mom.Unbidden Dudley was a bit awed at his dad for his perfect control over himself and others, his dad smiled at him and ruffled his hair while Dudley tried his best not to appear as tense as he felt.

(Freak tried to get away again but this time his father grabbed him and yanked him towards a tree.
Dudley felt sick when he heard the little cry of fear that came out of the freaks mouth.Thinking about how his father ruffled his hair everyday, he swallowed the bile.)

It was just him, his perfect dad and his perfect mom enjoying themselves watching his favorite movie like they always did when he asked, eating chips and occasionally talking.

There was no freak under the stairs,there was no man killed by the freak, the freak didn’t exist when it was out of the room they were in.

it didn’t exist it didn’t exist it didn’t exist

he repeated like a mantra for himself, rocking back and forth a bit.

“Dudley!” flinching he looked up and saw Pierce on the door, with his face so bright it would appear innocent, but soon he pointed to the Freak (Dudley didn’t even know his name before last year, would they make him forget his own too if he wasn’t good enough?) and outside,Dudley knew what that meant.

He wanted to play Harry hunting, a game he invented some months ago but now Dudley didn’t want to play Harry hunting anymore, never if he had a choice on the matter.

(BANG! BANG! BANG!)

Wincing a bit, hoping no one noticed, he shook his head and saw as Pierce frowned before shrugging and going back outside with the others.Dudley envied him, he was ordered to stay inside for a few days to ‘not worry his mum’.

Sighing a bit he looked and saw the colors of the tv mixing together, the coke commercial having finally finished and his film continued.

Dudley didn’t know if his dad actually trusted him in not calling the police but he wouldn’t.It was his dad and his dad was never bad.He was just… What was the word?Miss– miss something.
Missunder– something, the thing was, Dad was never bad like freak, freak was bad for existing, it caused problems for their perfect family all the time

His dad was never truly bad, if he once had caught him sneaking out in the night there was always a good reason and then when his dad was back he would get him and his mom presents, kisses on the cheek and lots of hugs.

Once when Dudley had actually broken mom’s favorite vase, he didn’t react on time and soon his dad saw how it was his fault.
“its ok Dudders” he said with a smile and then with a twist of mood he screamed “FREAK, HOW COULD YOU HAVE BROKEN HER FAVORITE VASE YOU UNGRATEFUL BRAT”
he howled and yelled at it until he was purple and out of breath.For some seconds Dudley panicked, thinking that the Freak did something to hold his fathers breath but then his dad slapped its face, its head turning to the side and Dudley caught the look on its face.It was hurt.

Dudley flinched until his mothers voice could finally be heard and he opened his eyes to find his dad looking at him concerned,embarrassed, he looked down before going outside and spending the rest of the day not thinking about how much of a coward or a baby he was being.

Dad had him cornered before bed and explained that some things that he did were not always his fault but the Freak’s.How sometimes his freakishness could influence them, even kill them sometimes.

“Its what happened to his parents.” He whispered “they were so regretful to have him as a son they killed themselves on purpose.”

A sound behind him made Dudley turn around and see a silhouette from a young boy — a young freak — making his — its — way downstairs, he looked back and saw a glint of malice in his fathers eyes, wincing he coughed a bit and bid him good night with a hug.His voice still ringing inside his head as he was tucked by his mother and smiling he bit her good night too.

He looked at the Freak and saw it mechanically cleaning the table before putting the dinner in the oven and preparing everything automatically before going inside the cupboard.
Dudley looked at the door for more minutes than he probably should but he couldn’t shake the feeling that something had changed.

And it wasn’t just because of the man, Freak seemed to have changed before they went into the woods.Dudley looked at the calendar and saw the date, before looking through the days until he found it.The day – or rather, night – that it had changed was the night of Halloween.

Dudley stared dumbly at the date, before looking back at the tv, but not focusing too much, instead he focused on the sounds of the cupboard.

A little sigh, a quiet and strangled sob, before a muffled cry began.
His dad snatched the control of his hand while Dudley flinched,

(BANG!)

he turned it up a bit more before no other sounds could be heard apart from the film and its soundbreak - it was soundbreak what it was called right?Soundtrick?Sound Something,.. -
Dudley looked at his mother with widen eyes as she stood up and made her way towards the cupboard, he stood and looked as she beated the door with loud
(BANG BANG BANG)
bangs and then, when they couldn’t hear one thing she cleaned the dust that fell at her dress and yelled
“you better clean the house today, freak or else no dinner for you!”

Distantly, Dudley realized they didn’t feed the Freak breakfast or lunch, so it must be fatigued from how little it ate.
Dudley looked at the door, a part of him waiting for Pierce to come in and beg his dad to let him out but he knew that it wouldn't work.

Dudley grimaces, before hoping and praying to heavens that if they truly loved him they wouldn’t punish him for what he was about to do.

He turned and glared at his father who looked confused before Dudley said out loud.

“I wanna go and play.” he glared and waited with a baited breath as his dad sucked a breath harshly as if he was going to yell but stopped mid action.

“Of course Dudders, go on.” His mom said gently and patted his cheek a bit before pushing him gently outside.He smiled warmly, never before so thankful to have such a gentle and caring mother.

He cast one last look inside the house,seeing his dad turned away from him, hurt a bit, but as he looked to the cupboard he didn’t hear a sound.He couldn’t tell if it was because it was sleeping, hurt, tired, hungry, or just trying to not be hurt again.Did the freak deserve to be hurt?

He nodded to himself, that seemed about right, the freak deserved to be hurt, so that he couldn’t hurt them.

Yet as he looked at his perfect family, and saw the other houses with other perfect families he couldn’t help but think that maybe, his family wasn’t perfect.They were perhaps, just as filthy as mud.Or perhaps, just as colorful as blood he thought as he looked at the back of the playground where everything seemed normal and other children were playing unknowingly just before a dead body.

Chapter Text

Harry has seen better days, of that he is sure.

He got locked into the cupboard again,and this time there was no light, which was strange since there was always a little bit of light.

His eyes are still adjusting to the lack of light but so far he can’t see anything.His back arched from the beating he received from his uncle,(this time the belt was used and left more scars than uncle Vernon’s fists could ever.) but other than that, no one mentions the dead body in the park.Dudley was oddly quiet during the last days, no doubt a bit traumatized.Not that Harry cares much.Harry only hopes that those dogs from the police don’t find the body while he was here.

He would be here only until he could get paid in the shop from Venella and then he would be away.Go to gringotts, take his compulsions and blocks out and then…then he would decide what to do.

He doesn’t care about the man,he killed many other important people– others who meant much more to him than some stranger– other people have died because of him so why would a man – a stranger – mean anything to him?

His chest feels empty.He doesn’t think it's because of the man.

Maybe its what the man had represented?He doesn’t even remember this happening in his first life.But then again, he doesn't remember much really.

It's odd.

Not being able to remember something but know other things.It’s like..if you don’t concentrate,you won't even realise something is wrong but once you do, it'll never go away.

He doesn’t like it.

But it feels normal so he ignores it.

He reaches out for the Horcrux,the familiar hum of magic that calms him down but there’s nothing.Frowning he sits down, only to realise he can’t. His hands are bound, and so are his legs.

Harry feels nothing.He is for once,detached of emotion.A blessing, maybe.

He looks down and inspects the ropes that bound him to this strange thing.He didn’t even realise he wasn’t lying in the cupboard.Maybe it wasn't even the cupboard.He could scratch his own legs but couldn’t get up.

Was he in a box or something?

The lid of this strange thing opens and he expects light to assault him but there is only a  person there.He looks and looks.He knows who they are but he can’t remember them.

They smile.Harry stares.

Ignotus smiles at him before grabbing his collar and yanking him out of his…coffin?

He hears screams of terror and pain,and looks around just to see his parents,Sirius,Remus, Fred.All looking at him with terror.

He looks at Death and blinks.Ignotus grins.He smiles.Death remains calm but soon Ignotus speaks something intelligible to him and reaches out to him.

The screams of pain,he realises,are coming from his family,but they already are dead so what does it matter?

Isn’t he already dead too?

Harry grins at Death but doesn’t reach back towards Ignotus, who frowns.

He frowns for a while, and Harry is happy to feel the warmth of the sun outside this strange, strange building.He faintly hears the waves of the ocean outside and smiles even more than before.

Venella gets by his side and nudges him, Harry looks at Death, who wears knowing eyes.Harry grins even more and Death smiles back before both of them reach towards each other.

As they connect,they are finally free.

Ignotus nods quietly and tries to walk towards his brothers.There seemes to be an invisible barrier that holds him from getting to them.He starts sobbing in pain and Harry feels pity for him, but Death knows better and doesn't let him help him.

Ignotus stops crying after a while and with a touch of Venella's hand, is turned into dust.

A faint greenly-grey light emerges from Harry’s and Death’s fingertips, Harry absorbs the light, as Death blesses him and Venella gives him guidance, guiding him towards another person.Harry, still connected to Death, smiles at them in greeting as a strange but warm feeling fills him.

Different.

So warm and new and vibrant that it takes him some seconds or more to understand what it is.

Harry frowns and sees his counterpart doing the same,until they reach and the feeling explodes and suddenly he feels so much that it hurts .

But,  gods it's good and he wants more and he looks into their face, searching for either a permission to continue or a reason to stop.

Harry is sure that he doesn't want to stop now but if he continues he might as well just never stop.

He looks into his eyes.

Their colour the most vibrant shade of red —

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Harry wakes up.

He, for once, does not have a nightmare, nor does he have a dream with Ignotus.

“Were you even listening to me, child?” The voice,amused and smooth, shakes him out of his thoughts.Venella.

Harry sighs and straightens in his chair,mumbling a sorry and shooting Nathan,one of the employees who works at the same time Harry does, a glare as he snickers.

Harry was honestly a tad bit confused.He looked at Venella trying to recall what he had been doing, his mind was still asleep even though he couldn’t even remember what he was dreaming about.Flashes of warmth, confusion and a grey – or green? – light came into his mind but he paid them no attention.

“Don’t murmur.” She chastices him, and shoots him a disappointed look that gets him straightening his posture and coughing a bit in effort to speak louder.

He had spent the majority of the week locked inside the cupboard with no food or water so his voice was a little hoarse from no use.Also it didn't help that a part of him was confused over why did he actually kill that man since he couldn’t remember that in his first life.

But then again, he couldn’t remember much from his time at the Dursleys so it was perfectly possible that this did happen, he just didn’t think that he would deal with it as well as he does now.He mainly slept through what he could and learned more and more from Ignotus, who has taken upon themselves to teach him the history of Wixens and Necromancers in a more in-depth way, plus he was also now reading yet another tome that talked about the Holidays of the Wixen kind.

He had also been delaying — AKA procrastinating — reading the thick tome called, ‘Ah, so you’re a Necromancer then?’. Ignotus had been very, very offended at that and had promised him that the next dream he had with them he was going to be cursed to read it until he fainted, if he didn’t start the next chapter already. 

“Ok so… what am I doing wrong?” He sighed and glared at the chess game that was left behind as he listened to Venella speak about something…that he couldn’t remember.

The game of chess should have been a simple task, had it not been for Venella’s impossible rules.

The first one was that everytime a pawn of his was killed, you needed to tell her two lies and a truth.If she found out the truth you were obligated to skip your turn.It also happened that he could kill a pawn of hers very quickly, but so far he hasn’t been able to tell how she lies.

The second one was that everytime someone’s horse killed something, they had to switch sides.Which was honestly a humiliating thing, Harry had taken to feeling desperate and not knowing what to do in his side until she smiled and gently killed his queen with her horse,deliberately changing the side and then she moved his pieces with a grace and got to somehow kill every last one of his pawns. Which made him lose a lot of other pieces since he had yet to fool her with his lies and truths.

The third one was that if the king moved more than three times in a row you had to do three burpees.So far only he had done three burpees.

Harry usually was better than..whatever the hell he was currently in the game.It probably didn't help that Harry was a bit distracted, as the end of the month was coming close, his salary was about to come and with that, his ticket to Gringotts and possibly a new chapter on his life;

“You, child, are good at lying, but you lack motivation. Tell me Harry, what can I do to make you desire knowledge, or to make you crave for something.” Venella’s expression turned sour as she glared at something behind him, probably Nathan.

“What are your hobbies?”

Harry grimaced.

Flying,fighting probably – thought that was more an obligation to staying alive than a hobby – defence was his favourite subject but all of those were magical.

What did he enjoy doing that was muggle?

Cooking always left him in a calm manner – when there was no one to make sure he messed something up – and he always enjoyed listening to music.Tho what type of music he didn't know, he had listened to some bands that had been laying around in Sirius room but he doesn’t know much about it.

Venella’s lips were thin as she repressed a grimace too.Seems like his lack of speech spoke volumes.

“Mu-” He stopped for a while to sip a bit of water and speak louder “Music maybe, or cooking.”

She looked at him with something akin to pity and he suppressed the urge to curse out loud, he didn’t need pity, he didn’t even need too many muggle hobbies for Merlin's sake he was a Wizard, not a muggle.

Venella sighed before she dragged him inside the bar, she made him look through the bands and pick the order in which they would be played and then after sometime organising them, she made him look into a recipe to a drink and he started to mix and do the drinks.

Harry wasn’t even sure if he knew how to do anything and wasn't impressed when he messed the measurements.He didn’t know the order in which they should go, he also didn’t know how to measure 50ml of vodka by the eye, since he never even saw someone pour 50 ml of some liquid into a cup or anything of the like.

“I think I need some guidance at first to at least know how it feels and see how it's made so that I don’t mess it up again.” Harry swallowed his embarrassment over messing something so simple as a drink and decided to pay attention to the song instead.

Venella stared at him with her brows furrowed then.Her expression unreadable until Nathan went by her side and whispered something into her ear.

Harry resisted the urge to tense as he took in her intense stare head on, he didn’t cower but instead stared back at her. Venella then nodded and went towards yet another curtain, one that led to a place he hasn't yet been.

She looked back at him halfway towards the other room and he rushed to meet with her.He jogged after her and entered the room, taking everything in.

A bloody library.

He looked around and saw stairs that led to a second floor with big windows.He looked through the titles,some were dictionaries of other languages — German,French,Dutch,Portuguese,Italian,amongst others —, others, spoke of poetry and philosophy, politics,history and there were some novels there too.

He saw as she moved past them all and walked up the stairs, he followed after a little bit of shuffling around, he looked around the second floor and saw painting materials, some sculptures materials and even pots yet to be painted.

“Nathan has mentioned to me that perhaps you may learn other hobbies  at your own pace but that all you may need is the right materials to indulge yourself in whatever you want.Here is the crafts floor, you will find whatever you wish here.On that room,“ Venella pointed towards a door that he hadn’t seen. “ There are musical instruments, it is kept always shut for the sound may disrupt the others that occasionally come here.”

“If you wish to learn a new language,read one of the books and talk to me, learn a new instrument I will then introduce you to a friend of mine, should you want to start painting or drawing,just do it, there is no right way to start, only to continue.”

Harry blinked once, twice and thrice until he was sure that what he was seeing was real.What?

“Why?” He asked in a small voice and watched as her expression formed into something fond and exasperated, something lovely and warm.

“Because I am responsible for you now, child of Donn, and I think that you can be great with the right guidance.”She smiled

Harry blinked away the tears as she pat his shoulder comfortingly, he looked at her vibrant blue eyes,her brown hair and golden skin and he.Hell, Harry he-

“I-” Harry didn’t know how to articulate, suddenly the words just didn’t come towards him.So Harry–, Harry beamed in a way he hadn’t perhaps ever.Maybe he beamed this way to Sirius or- or Teddy.

(Gods was he ever going to see Teddy again?Merlin he never saw Teddy grow up,Teddy was now- an orphan, like him.Bloody fuck don’t think about it now Harry don’t)

“By the Gods, child.” Nathan’s exasperated voice came and he felt something be draped over his head.He looked down to see a necklace.

The necklace didn't have much, only a little green stone with a little gold chain

Harry wouldn't burst into tears, he wouldn't.He refused to do that.

Breathing in deeply,Harry reached for the warmth in his scar and felt as he calmed down with the Horcruxes help.

Harry turned and shyly looked at them both.They smiled.

Harry smiled and slowly looked at the shut door feeling the Horcrux's want to go there and he himself was curious ovr what would be there.Venella nodded and he took it as a cue to walk fast AKA run inside while giggling, feeling the Horcrux's own giddy and happiness.

Harry looked around the room and noticed lots of instruments. Harry didn’t even know which one he wanted to start with but he knew from the heat that blossomed in his chest and the laughter bubbling in his throat, that he wanted to know as much as he could about those.

During that afternoon,Harry had more fun than he had in a long time, just hearing the music play in the background and trying to make some rhythm.

Harry at least now  knew that playing guitar,drums and piano was a need now.Singing was also good but his voice didn't help so he delayed that one.

Once he had gone back to the Dursleys it was with an everlasting smile that didn't get out even after he went to sleep and arrived at a glaring Ignotus.

“You’re reading my book today, even if it's the last thing I do.” Was what had greeted him and he snorted as he went to sit on the couch.

“That's rich coming from a dead person.” He replied sweetly,smiling and with his eyes closed.

Ignotus raised a single brow at that and Harry diverted his attention.

The layout of the room had changed since the first dreams.Now it had a sitting area, with couches armchairs and tables, a duelling one, with dummies  and swords and all types of weapons (they still didn’t make a move to go there much, since Harry wouldn’t really be training his body or muscles, so it was mostly there for display and to teach Harry the basics of how to hold the swords or daggers right.) 

It also had a potions lab for Ignotus to teach Harry all about some deadly poisons that apparently didn’t do much effect on Necromancers — something about their magical cores being able to vanish the poison before it could do much damage.(“If you’d read the book, you’d understand.”) 

Ignotus glared harder, — not that it worked — and Harry sighed and grabbed the book from the tables.

Harry  watched as Death appeared.It was now rare when they did, mostly content in doing whatever the hell they normally did.But sometimes Death went there and helped too, they spoke about the holidays and the importance of each holiday to the Necromancers, who mostly celebrated the holidays exactly the same way wixen did, except that they were required to always give a larger batch of sacrifices, plus something personal, maybe they could give the gods a dream they had that week, or maybe an old cloth that held a bit of meaning to them.Most necromancers tho,decided to give blood or something that they have handmade to the gods.

Harry waved sourly, still wishing he didn't have to read a fucking bible and opened the book,preparing himself for another big headache.

Our bond

Before talking about our bond, if one does not know the wixens common anatomy one should read this note:

A common mystery from our world is the difference in our anatomy, what differentiates wixens from muggles physically?

The answer is actually very simple and obvious.Our magical cores.If an organ is missing from a human's body,everything will be affected, just like that if a new organ is there, everything will be affected.Many wixens think of us as the evolution of muggles, which wouldn’t necessarily be wrong but it also wouldn’t be very right.(see chapter 5 last article)

Our magical cores cannot be seen or messed up by natural means, if a wixen dies and one tries to open them, they will not see their core, only stronger veins and arteries, and some occasional stronger bones or even bigger brains or organs those being the veins, organs and bones where the magic was more active( most of those are on the hands or rib cages, or in case of an illness, our magic tries to help and save us by trying to heal them therefore making those organs stronger than before) that conduct magic better.

Our core is strictly intertwined with our mind and soul, but they will never mix thanks to a certain line — for the lack of a better word.That line determines the length of our core and preserves the core from mixing with our soul or mind.

Most wixens from very young cannot control their magic nor do they have conscience that their core even exists in the first place, therefore the line was made so that the core does not damage their mind or soul unknowingly. Accidental magic is like a gate being suddenly opened because of the necessity of survival, either that or just the slow process of their core growing and maturing.

Wixens have this line very delimited before they reach magical maturity, and even more so before they reach the age of 11.But as the wixen grows, the lines starts wearing weaker as the necessity of full control over their core is not there anymore.It is expected however that the wixen knows how to control their magic, if they do not, their line will still grow wearer, but instead of no problems with that, they are more likely to contract magical diseases or to have their mind damaged.

There is some research that says that children born at the end of the month have this line already weaker, therefore they can control their magic more freely but have a bigger risk of dying young.

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He didnt even know the anatomy of a wixen much less that there was a risk of dying because of their own core.What the actual bloody fuck?

Harry stopped and thinked about ways of summarizing this one simple bloody note and came up with almost nothing.

After a few minutes ticking by he knew that he had to write this shit or else he would forget because it was a lot.

“Uh-! I– quick! Pen or quill–” He didn’t even finish before a quill and inkpot with parchment was placed on the desk, he didn’t waste time in writing, lest he forgets what he should write and has to reread the whole article.

The key distinction lies in their magical cores, which cannot be seen or tampered with naturally. These cores are connected to the mind and soul but are safeguarded by an invisible line, ensuring they do not mix. Young wixens lack control over their magic and are unaware of their core's existence. To prevent accidental magic, this line protects their mind and soul. As wixens mature, this line weakens, but control over magic becomes essential. Failure to control magic can lead to magical diseases or mental damage. Some research suggests that wixens born at month-end have weaker lines, granting freer magic control but posing a higher risk of early death.

Sighing Harry then turned his attention back to the book.

Our bond is formed from this line and it grows more as the line grows weaker .Our bond stretches from our core to our souls and minds connecting each one of them with our gods.

Every necromancer can call from their bond the Death magic, — the magic that we use to communicate with the other worlds or to bring something back to this world (will be better explained in ‘Basics of necromancy, where to start.’ by Cadmus & Ignotus Peverell) —  they can also forcefully protect their own minds — it can damage them more than a legilimens would do normally so it is not advised to do so — and of course travel through the worlds.

Our bond towards our gods are strong while theirs is only a little more than a thin line that connects us.They are made like that so that nothing bad happens to us.

Once a necromancer reaches magical maturity they have a better connection to Death than when they are children.And normally they are able to tell if they are an average necromancer or an above the average one.One will only know what they are at the very last minute of their 17th years old.

Our bonds only start to be formed after our blessings were given and sacrifices accepted, the days while the bond is forming will be, in short, hell.While necromancers are born with some differences that allow that bond to be formed, that is not to say that it will be pleasing. The bond forces the line at our cores to move and adapt so that the bond can settle there without much pain, the lines of necromancers are more adaptable than other wixens therefore common to have more accidental magic than most normal wixens but it hurts mostly because of the time it takes.For normal wixens their line will thin and weaken through years so they mostly don’t notice pain but ours is forced to do so in days so it will be, in short, some very painful days.The lucky ones fall in a state of coma, the least lucky ones have to stay awake during the whole process, some have gone insane, others beg to be killed or at least knocked out — which is the most common thing to do after their blessings are accepted.

Necromancers, once having their bond established will find that their bond is more strong towards one of the three, - magic, mind or soul - depending on those there are different outcomes.

For those that their bond is stronger towards their core, - we call those, core-bonds - they will find that using their own magic will be easier and at times less exhausting as they now will be able to access it more than before.Others, if their bond is stronger towards their mind, - mind-bonded - will find that occlumency and legilimency comes naturally to them.And for the soul, - soulbounds -  they will find that travelling between world will be easier than others.

Once the bond is made, our bodies go through certain changes too, our blood appears to become less warm and more cold as we are more exposed to the Dead World that has about -78º. The necromancer  that has had the most cold blood reaching temperatures between -12° and -14°, was a half- goblin who died being burnt.Other significant body changes are that we appear to develop a need for flesh and have also become more bloodlusted.Some of our most famous — and most insane — necromancers was a wixen that, upon reentering the Living World, have gone insane and during a time of hunger, has then consumed a whole village, children and parents included.

Our bond is also capable of helping us when we find ourselves in danger of malefic spirits such as some Faes that, on Samhain, decide to terrorise the Living world, but that will be more explained in the next chapter.

Overall, our bond can be a defensive mechanism of sorts over somethings that might harm either our soul,mind or magic.

Well.So.

All Harry had to write was actually-

The  bond that necromancers have, which strengthens as a line connecting their core, soul, and mind grows weaker. This bond allows them to harness Death magic, communicate with other worlds, and protect their minds. The strength of the bond determines their abilities: core-bonds enhance magic use, mind-bonds excel in mental abilities, and soulbounds ease travel between worlds. The bonding process is painful and causes physical changes, making necromancers more attuned to the Dead World. The bond also provides defence against malefic spirits and other threats to their soul, mind, or magic.

Ok so.Yeah.That– that’s actually good.

Ignotus, who was watching as he scribbled erratically, took the parchment and read it until he smiled pleased at Harry.

“Very good.” Ignotus praised, there was a condescending tone there, which Harry internally  sneered at.

Death looked over and nodded silently, which had Harry smiling.

“Do you know when you’ll be able to go to gringotts?”

“End of the month.”

Ignotus’ expresion pinched as his lips turned vaguely downwards,

“That’s still in a week”

“Have you learned no patience Peverell?”

Death asked with a little smile that showed white sharp teeth, Ignotus eyes shone bright before he taunted Death too.

Harry shook his head and silently,sneakily changed tomes.Ending up getting one about the uses of blood in Necromantic rituals, to which he grimaced and changed books yet again,this time, one introduction on the runic languages and its diversions around the globe.

Sighing, yet curious, Harry opened the book like a prisoner forced upon a minor punishment and started reading.Dreading the next time Ignotus will force him to read the next chapter of the tome ‘Ah, sp you’re a Necromancer then?’