Revenge

He had developed the habit of sitting on the balcony of the second floor and looking at the setting sun and the sky that turned from blue to red. Sometimes the red would mix with pink and blue, other times it was the more common combination of yellow to orange to red, and sometimes just after it had rained.He would spot a rainbow or two before the sky turned completely dark and stars started to paint the sky.

Harry would look at the sky until he was satisfied. He would usually go to bed after looking at the moon, which would always change its shape with each passing day.

But sometimes the sky looked more beautiful than usual. On those special occasions, he would drift off to sleep staring at the stars and the moon. Honestly, the sky was always the same, but it's just that some days felt more lonely than others.

sleeping in bed alone. He had developed this habit of staring at the sky after losing Ginny. It started when he saw the red sky on her first death anniversary.

"It resembles her hair..." he thought back then.

It started off as a means of remembering the times he had spent with her, but as the years came by and disappeared, the people that he had loved started to disappear as well. Soon, the sky that reminded him of Ginny's hair began to resemble much more.

He started to remind him of how Ron would get completely red when he was embarrassed, how Hermione would turn red as well, but from anger, and how Sirius looked at him with affection and stars in his eyes.Just like Harry would look at his children.

How Moony was afraid of the moon, how Snape always wore robes that resembled the night sky, Harry owed that man too much.

So many of his friends used to smile while looking at him. Those smiles were brighter than the sun.

The sky reminded him of his beloved people. As the time went by, the sky started to look more and more beautiful to him.

But today the sky looked especially dark and gloomy. Even the stars that usually comforted him and lulled him to sleep looked like they were laughing at him.

He was staring up at the sky with a blank look. His eyes were seemingly glued somewhere, but at the same time, it looked like they didn't focus on anything in particular . He was immersed in his thoughts when he felt a presence creeping up behind him.

He didn't turn his head to see who it was or what their intentions were, and instead waited patiently for the intruder to reveal himself.

*Did you know that you are the only human that can so bluntly ignore me? Most would be shivering in fear, begging for their life.*

When their eyes finally met, Harry slightly rotated his head to look at the uninvited guest. Death gave him a bright smile, and Harry in turn revealed a complicated look.

"Are you here to take me away?" He asked in a voice that was suppressing a lot of emotions 

*Hmm? Of course not!* Death said it in a seemingly offended voice, turning on his foot while pouting. His voice, resembled a little girl.

"Ha!" Harry sneered while pushing his hair back with his right hand while his left hand grabbed the chair. His face was twisted in a sneer.

"You say that, but you still came here looking like that." He turned his head to finally face death, who looked like he was having the time of his life. The offended expression from before was nowhere to be seen.

*Why? What's wrong with the way I dress dad? I thought you said I looked good in a white top and jeans.*

Harry's expression became even more ugly than it already was when he saw how the "man" was trying to mimic his daughter.

"If you are not here for my soul, then get out!" he shouted. His expression looked like he was barely holding back his tears. His voice was also affected by his emotions, and he sounded like he was about to cry.

Death also stopped smiling, and revealed a face lacking any kind of expression, except for the slight look of pity that his eyes had

One could not guess the gender by the sound, and it certainly didn't sound human. His voice no longer resembled that of a young girl and instead sounded more cold.

*I can't do that.*

"Then get out!" Harry shouted, his words exuding anger. On any other day, he would not have fallen prey to death's provocations. He would've ignored him like he usually does, but he just had to come today.

He just had to come in today looking like that!

Harry's eyes were already red, tears slowly gathering, threatening to stream down.

"Why are you here?" He managed to choke out that small sentence while he tried to calm down his emotions.

*Do you want to accept my offer?* He said quietly, having already reverted to his original form and standing beside Harry.

"I've rejected you so many times... why? why do... why do you think I would agree this time?" Harry said, choking back his tears as he spoke 

*Henry Eden Potter, was it not?* he said slowly, which caused Harry to flinch and then glare at him with his red eyes. It felt like he had not been crying until now, and his eyes were instead red with anger.

*Great great grandson of Lily Luna Potter. I remember he looked just like your daughter, didn't he? Who would've thought that the great Potter line would end like this? What a shame.*

Even after hearing the provoking words, Harry remained silent this time.

*There is no one left in this world for you to care about. Why not take my hand and go to another one?*

Death just kept standing in the same place without pressing for answers, and Harry also kept sitting in the same place, curled up without answering the question. The sound of quiet sobs echoed for a long time.

Finally, it stopped, and finally a low and raspy voice was heard.

"Please kill me..." Harry said his eyes were unfocused and red from crying, while tear marks stained his cheeks. His face was paler than usual. He looked very pitiful. Even a rock would be able to feel sympathy for him.

But death wasn't a rock. He had seen people far more miserable than this. But he is death. He is impartial and just. He doesn't discriminate against his victims.

*You know this too, Harry Potter. This is your punishment.*

"What am I being punished for?" Harry still didn't look up. He simply asked a question, but it was a question he'd never asked before.

*You are but a mortal, Harry, yet you dare take the place of the Master that rules over death? He also tried to be my master, yet he was punished with his most feared death, but you, Harry Potter, are not afraid of death like him. You are a worthy master. Yet, you were born as a mere mortal. Hence, fate decided to punish you. You seek no power, no fame, or glory, nor do you seek immortality 

And that's why, Harry Potter, you were cursed with immortality. What you fear is being left alone, so you are now destined to be left alone by this world. While your loved ones fade away with the stream of time, even if I want to, I can not collect your soul.*

Harry curled up even more, as if he already knew this and death had just confirmed his biggest fear.

"I never wanted to be your master death" Harry said, his voice was shaking like someone had just confirmed his worse fear

He remembers a war, that he wish never happened. A war he wishes could have stopped it.

Seeing him like this, death softened his eyes a little.

*Harry Potter, I pity you. You are one of the two most brilliant humans I have ever seen. Happiness is a fleeting illusion, and grief is the word etched within your heart. Both of you were ruined by the same man.

The only difference between you and him is that you only knew how to love and he never knew what love was, hence he chose to hate everything.*

Harry already knew who he was talking about.

*You can hate Voldemort Harry, but don't hate Tom. He was simply a child who became the product of the selfishness of so many adults.*

"I don't know why you are bringing him up, but I don't hate him. I don't hate Voldemort, I don't hate Dumbledore, and I don't hate you either. I tried, but I can't hate anyone but myself. "

*Then just accept my offer, start a new story, but don't forget your past. Your past will make you stronger, your present will make you yourself, and your future. Nobody can see the future, boy. Not me, not the fates, not the stars you are so obsessed with. I can't see it but I can tell you it's bright because your future is something you have control over and you, Harry Potter, were not destined for anything 

However, you will do great things. Death doesn't surrender to just anyone, Harry Potter.*

Death stretched out his cold hand and patted Harry on the head.

"Didn't you say that I was cursed just now? Even if I do accept your offer and go to a different world to start a new story, as you say, even if I love new people, they will still die. "

He looked up to meet death's eyes, while death, who was looking at him with eyes full of warmth until now, suddenly looked like he was looking at a person whose brain was rotten beyond the stage of repair.

*I do not know whether you are brilliant beyond your limits or dumb without any comparison. Did I not tell you that there are three criteria that must be met before being accepted as my master? Do not reject or despise me, possess the relics that are filled with my power, be someone who already possesses an immortal body.

The world will reject your presence if your existence is overlapping. Just choose a world where Harry Potter, the son of James and Lily Potter, doesn't exist or choose a timeline where you aren't born yet.

Just because this world chose to curse you doesn't mean, that another world will do the same

Damn the fates! I wanted to tell you about this for so long, but they just had to attach the condition that you have to ask me first before I tell you. Those bloody crazy, psychopathic old women!*

Harry didn't know how to answer this. He had been suffering the death of his precious people for so long. Now suddenly this "thing" that had been taunting him for well over five centuries suddenly

What suddenly tells him that he can be happy? He said that he never hated Harry but actually wanted to help him in his own twisted and fucked-up way. How does he want him to react?

Even Harry himself doesn't know how he should react.

Should he be happy that he can love someone once again or worried that he's considering being happy even though his only family member just died? Should he ask Death where the fates live so he can pay them a "friendly" visit? Should he feel this excited? What if it's just a dream?

*Stop overthinking it, boy. Who knows, maybe you can even take a little friendly revenge on certain individuals? Won't that be fun?*

That statement reminded him of a memory that he had forgotten, something that got buried deep in his mind under the grief he experienced over the years, and he felt a feeling that he hadn't experienced for a long time.

After Sirius' death, he had asked Dumbledore, "What do you think is the best revenge?"

"My boy, the best revenge is forgetting, forgiving, and moving on." That was the first but not the last time he wanted to choke that man to death.

That was, well, an answer. An awful one at that. Certainly not the answer Harry wanted. He doesn't want to forget Sirius, he can't forgive Bellatrix, the part about 'moving on' probably made the most sense.

He had asked Voldemort the same question, hoping for a better answer since he was a Dark Lord, but all he got was a killing curse thrown at him, which was certainly not the best answer. 

It's been centuries. the question is still a question, but Harry is still just as curious about the answer.

So, now he can only ask this 'man' in front of him for the answers he needs 

"Death, what is the best revenge?" Harry asked with expectant eyes.

*That's an intriguing question... Isn't the best revenge to completely erase someone's existence right down to their soul?*

Harry paused for a while and then broke into a smile. He liked that answer. 

but maybe just maybe he will not go that far, maybe.