Master of death and other useless titles 2
"The fuck are you?"
"Very eloquent, sweetheart"
"Ok sorry , who is't art theev, thy Highness?" Harry just stopped him self from bowing mockingly.
"I think you know who I am darling" the man? Being? Said smiling creeply.
"Stop with the names , and tell me who you are , and stop smiling like that ...like all creepy"
"That's my normal smile"
"Well it's creepy "
"Come on Harry , look at me again tell me who I am"
What the hell is this ? Guess who? But nonetheless harry paused his internal monologue and looked at him again and like actually looked. The other man's magic if that's what it actually was , was very calm and cold but harry knew that he had felt it before. He had felt it at least two times before with absolute surety.
"Death?" Harry lips terembled as he said the name.
"Ding ding ding"
Fuck fuck fuck did he just sass death?
"Umm so like I'm sorry for before?"
"Before when ? When you talked back so boldly and or when you called my smile creepy? Honestly I must say that the later hurt me a bit" Death made a sad face and put his hand on his heart like woe is me."
Okay so there he was 2 weeks after the battle of Hogwarts standing in the forbidden forest face to face with death who was flirting with him????
"What do you want?"
"You have courage, darling," Death murmured, its voice like the rustling of leaves. "Not many greet me so willingly."
Harry, though unsettled, stood his ground and asked again. "What do you want?"
Death moved forward floating more than walking , he stood inches away from harry , raising one hand and tracing the side of Harry's face with one finger.
"What do you think Master?"
Master? And everything clicked into place.
"NO NO NO , I threw them aways I broke the wand and threw aways the stone" harry couldn't say he still had the cloak ,it was the last thing his father gave him he couldn't part ways with it.
With the wave of a hand death summoned all three Harry felt the cloak drapping it self around his shoulders, felt the weight of the stone and the wand in his pocket.
"They sought you out sweetheart, you're the only one who has any right to own them and bear the title that comes with it." Death whispered.
"You Harry potter Master of Death "
"the boy who lived"
"Master of death"
Well what's another useless title harry thought and promptly fainted.