Waking up to a new reality
Harry awoke with a start, disoriented and blinking against the dim light filtering through the curtains of his room at Grimmauld Place. His dream—or was it a dream?God he fucking hope it was a dream—of Death and the Hallows lingered in his mind like a haunting melody. He sat up slowly, rubbing his eyes(he had found the magic equivalent of the lasick surgery thank you very much)and trying to shake off the surreal feeling that clung to him.
As he swung his legs over the side of the bed, Harry noticed a faint shimmer in the air, like heat rising from asphalt on a hot day. It formed into a figure, and before him stood Death once more in all his beautiful glory really this was the last day where Harry wanted to discover his vaining sexuality , his pale hair were moving slightly (how? there was no wind).
Death smirked as if hearing his thoughts.
"Well they are quite loud darling"
"You're here," Harry breathed, half in awe and half in embarrassment.
Death nodded something like fondness on his face but his eyes held a darker emotion more possessive.
"I have a proposition for you darling, I would've told you before but you know you fainted.Very dramatic of you."
Harry could feel heat rising to his cheeks "well forgive me if I didn't take the thought of being master of death like a big boy"
"Don't worry lovely I felt like a right prince carrying you back to your home and lying you down really and you looked so pretty sleeping I could stare at you for eternity "
Harry felt like the literal steam was coming off of him , was death flirting with him or was this his personality?
Harry wanted to ask a million questions but chose the most important one " what proportion?"
"I can whisk you away somewhere where you'll feel happy, content. Where you can start a new.Be who ever you want.Where the streets have not been touched by the ravages of war and people have not come to me before their time"
"And does that place exist?" Harry was skeptical to say the least.
Death moved forward kneeling down Infront of harry just a breath away, he cupped his face with his hands , harry couldn't help but lean in to the touch . Death kissed Harry's forehead and than said , whispered really.
"I know your heart master , I know you long for peace for love for acceptance , you look around and see everyone moving own and you feel stuck , please trust me Harry."
Harry's brow furrowed. "But how? And why me?"
"Because you are the Master of Death," Death replied, its voice carrying a weight that hinted at ancient wisdom. "Few have the privilege—or burden—of such mastery. and you're the only one I'll ever accept."
He sat on the edge of the bed death kneeling in front of him, his mind racing with questions.
Harry hesitated, torn between the allure of such a promise and the lingering doubts that gnawed at him. "But what about my friends? Hermione, Ron, Ginny..."
"They will carry on in their reality," Death assured him. "This journey is yours alone, darling. A chance to find what you truly desire."
A silence settled between them, broken only by the distant sounds of nocturnal creatures outside the ancient house. Harry wrestled with conflicting emotions, the weight of his responsibilities pulling at him even as the prospect of solace beckoned.
"And if I choose to go with you?" Harry finally asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Then I will guide you through the Veil, where realities converge and diverge. There, you may shape your destiny anew."
"Do I get to take my things" harry asked" and krecher " he added as an after thought.
Again with the snap of his fingers three suitcases and a very disoriented looking elf stood in the room.
Harry took a deep breath, his decision crystallizing within him despite the uncertainty that still lingered. "Show me," he said firmly. "Show me this place where I can find happiness."
A faint smile but a true one touched Death's handsome features .
"Close your eyes, Harry Potter. Let go of everything but the desire to be free."
Harry closed his eyes, trusting this man before him. The world around him seemed to fade, the familiar creaks and whispers of Grimmauld Place melting into a distant murmur. A gentle warmth enveloped him, and he felt himself being drawn towards a shimmering veil that materialized before him and all he could do was step through.