The Boy whom I call mine

'Harry died. And died again, and again, and again.He just kept dying, people always find ways to just rid of him, not that his complaining, he had a friend after all. And this friend, every knows of, goes by the name DEATH. Despite that, Little Harry loves death and so does death.its destined' Fate, one of deaths sisters said. 'You were bound to meet him eventually.' Death stared confused at his sister. 'What do you mean sister of mine?' Death asked. 'He, the boy, will be your master, but not just that- he too, is destined to be your soulmate, he is the boy I had promised of you my dear brother, the boy you so eagerly awaited for many eons.'Death stared wide eyed at the deity Infront of him. And a feeling of possessiveness rushes through his body as he vowed to himself that night, he will protect the boy at all cost. 'but remember brother' Fate then interrupted. 'you mustn't involve yourself with the mortals problems, everything is destined to happen, everything is being played out how I expect them to be, expect pain, hurt, and sadness along the way. Remember, everything is planned'