Master of Death baby Harry
Baby Harry woke to shouting.
"Lily, take Harry and run! I'll buy you some time."
Dad sounded scared. He never sounded scared.
Harry started crying.
Mama came running in the door. Mama would make everything okay again like she always did.
But she looked scared too. She slammed the door shut and raised her empty hands. No magic wand.
The door flew open with a large bang.
Mama screamed.
A man that was not daddy or uncle Padfoot came in.
"Please, not Harry!"
Mama was scared and crying. Harry had not heard Mama cry like that. He grabbed the bars of his bed and pulled himself up.
"Step aside."
Harry did not like his voice, he didn't sound nice.
"Please not Harry! Take me instead."
Harry did not want Mama to sound so scared and sad. He was standing in his bed now, holding the top of the bars for support.
"Step aside."
Harry tried to pull himself up over the bars but it was too high.
"Spare him, kill me instead."
Harry tried again and again, pulling with his arms, jumping and kicking with his feet, and scrabbling against the bars.
"Step aside."
"Not Harry. Take me. Anything."
The man was lifting his magic wand and pointing it at mama.
Even though Harry had only seen nice fun magic before he knew that when no one was smiling or laughing, when mama was scared, it wasn't nice magic that would come.
A scream worked its way up his throat. He pulled harder than ever and kicked up harder than he ever had, and felt something come out of him as he cried "No!" Not mama.
And suddenly his arms was around her neck, his face in her soft hair, his legs coming up around her as his body was against her warm chest.
"Avada Kedavra!"
Pain hit his back and he screamed. That something from before came slamming out of his chest like a wave leaving him empty.
Before everything went black there was mamas scream and a loud explosion.
*
"Hello little Peverell."
Harry woke in a void. Everything was black around him, he couldn't see the walls or the roof. He couldn't see the floor, only feel it but at the same time not. It didn't feel hard or soft, warm or cold. It just was. And though he could not see anything, it did not feel like darkness it felt like he could see everything clearly, there just was nothing to see.
And though he couldn't understand all this as young as he was, he felt like he understood everything. This wasn't the scary unknown. It just was and Harry just was.
In front of him was a person sitting. He couldn't have described the chair because it wasn't there. The person was just sitting on the void of nothing.
They wore a cloak and hood like mama and dad did to go outside.
Harry couldn't see the person in the cloak, the hood was too dark.
"You're not supposed to be here."
Their voice sounded more like mamas than dads, but a bit in between.
Hands stretched out of the cloak and picked him up. They were slender and white like paper. Harry wasn't scared.
He was sat on the person's lap like he would sit on dad's lap.
He looked up into the hood and got a vague impression of a white slender face and dark eyes, but he couldn't actually see it. It was more like he felt it, or just knew it.
"You are of Ignotus line, the last. It does not suit us for it to end now. Would you become mine, Harry, instead?"
His name reminded him who he was.
"Mama okay?"
"Yes she is. You want to be with her again." Not a question. They didn't need to ask, they knew.
"As do I. Will you be mine little Wizard? Will you belong to Death as you go through Life?"
Harry nodded. He both understood and didn't understand what they were asking. But Harry could be with mama again, and he knew he would do anything they asked for that.
"Then so mote it be, little Master of Death."
They pressed a hand to the back of his neck and slid it down his back. A cold trail followed and spread out over his back. It felt a bit like cold water or burning fire, but it didn't hurt.
Then Death's other hand came up and covered his eyes and he was not there anymore.
*
His mama was crying. Harry was in her arms on the floor and she was sobbing and rocking back and forth like she did to make him sleep, but holding her very hard against her.
"My baby, my baby." She cried, her voice was hoarse.
His little arms came up to cradle around her.
"Mama no cry," he pleaded.
She froze. Then leaned back so she could see him. Her eyes were red and face wet with tears.
"Harry…?"
"Mama no cry." Harry said again, lifting a chubby palm to touch her cheek.
"Harry! My love, my baby, you're alive! How are you alive?"
She again clutched him to her, more gently now.
But despite being gentle Harry started feeling pain on his back. Like feeling was starting to come back after being numb.
"Mama, hurts" he cried weakly. He was so tired.
Her hands froze on him again, fists twitching like she wanted to grip but didn't know where she could hold onto him safely.
She gently turned him in her arms and gasped.
She made a wounded noise and ripped his pajamas open on his back. She grabbed the wand that lay on the floor nearby and cast a healing spell she had used to heal his wounds when he had scratched his palms.
Then she did it again and then chanted different words over and over.
"It won't heal. Why won't it heal!"
Mama sounded panicked. At this point Harry was too tired to think or do much but lie in her arms.
She stiffened as the sound of running steps came from below and then up the stairs.
She clutched him protectively to her and turned so he was partly behind her as she turned her wand towards the open doorway.