Lord Harry Potter had won the war.
That golden boy from Gryffindor had grown into a snake, cunning and poisonous. But it was to be expected when he finally got to see who Albus Dumbledore really was.
Not even Hermione herself defended him, in fact, she even cursed his grave. Ron growled upon hearing this, he was not happy that that old man used his brother.
So that Golden Trio had gone on to become the most dangerous wizards and witch of their time, killing their enemies politically. Because after so many years, the loyalty of the Granger and the Weasley was to Harry, just as Harry was loyal to them.
And everything seemed fine.
Until what Lord Voldemort said came true 20 years after his death.
Muggles would become a danger.
They and their technology that never stopped advancing.
The first to fall victim to Muggles was Neville Longbottom.
And Harry got his revenge. Nothing was left of those Muggles.
But then, more wizards and witches kept dying.
The magical world slowly began to die.
Not even Muggle-borns were spared, because as soon as something strange happened, they were killed by their own parents. It was worse for babies who were born and their magic was so strong and uncontrolled that it was shown just moments after they were born, right there they were murdered by their own parents.
Those images were things Harry would never forget.
As parents publicly murdered their magical children, some were not even magical children and it was the parents' own paranoia.
And little by little, magical children stopped being born as more magical beings died.
Harry saw his life collapse just because a stupid wizard forgot that times changed and technology improved, now it was easier to capture things that before weren't. And when they recorded him disappearing into the station, the end came.
Because humans want what they can't have, and jealous of not being able to use magic, they decided to kill them.
Governments from around the world joined forces to put an end to those freaks.
And everything fell apart.
Hiding from the world, Harry stroked Luna Longbottom's blond hair.
The blonde smiled painfully, as her wound wouldn't stop bleeding.
"I hate being what I am. I have all the power in the world, but I can only live forever while my people die in front of my eyes." Harry's cold, bitter voice spoke.
"Oh, Harry." It was the only thing that Luna could say to her best friend.
"Luna...we are the last ones." Harry wanted to cry.
The seer did not stop her tears and cried silently, she cried for Harry, who can no longer shed tears.
Of all the magical beings that inhabited planet Earth, only the two of them remained. His people were mercilessly murdered and magical children have not been born for a long time. They were the last wizards, and Harry was about to be the last.
Luna was so sorry. She was sorry she could not continue accompanying Harry, as she was not immortal like the Master of Death was. But she felt so guilty about leaving him alone.
However, if that vision was true...
Then, Harry may have a chance elsewhere. It won't be easy, but he will get happiness.
Her hand caressed the delicate and beautiful aristocratic face of the Boy-Who-Lived.
"Harry, don't let yourself be consumed by hatred. But in that new place, please protect our people. But mostly, be happy."
And with that, Luna Longbottom, Neville Longbottom's widow, died in the arms of her best friend.
"Master, you don't look very happy."
Harry looked at Death coldly.
Hundreds of years had passed since the extinction of the wizard race and he was now the last to walk on the destroyed and dry Earth.
Well, after the death of every magical being, nothing sustained the Earth anymore, because magic was everywhere in the world, helping Mother Earth to flourish. Soon, the trees stopped bearing fruit and were dying. Soon, the animals stopped having young. Soon, and unsurprisingly, the Muggles went to war.
And now, he was the only being on this destroyed Earth.
"It's time to go, Master."
"Where?"
Death smiled.
"To another adventure. This world is not worthy of your presence. Not while being so destroyed." Death said as he looked around in disgust.
Harry saw Death and wondered why Death didn't take him away sooner, but he knew that answer. Harry wouldn't have left, not while his family and friends were here. Death knew him well enough to know that.
"I don't think it's a good idea to take me somewhere else. You do know what I'll do, right?"
Death laughed coldly and cruelly.
Oh, he knew very well what his Master planned to do, after all, Luna Longbottom asked that of him.
His Master was going to destroy the Muggles.
"If that is your wish, Master, I will be happy to see it come true."
His Master's Avada Kedavra eyes shone even brighter.
Harry looked around him with disgust.
He had come to this world a month ago, and it took a month for him to study and process his new life.
And what shitty life this was.
In this world, Voldemort graduated from Hogwarts and entered politics, but not before having changed his name to Marvolo Slytherin, a name with only political power, because economically he did not have much. But in politics, Marvolo was able to obtain the wealth that had been lost.
As the years passed, more power was gained, until he became Britain's Minister for Magic. But as always, Dumbledore would be there to interfere with his plans and began to attack him politically, gaining various allies, including the Weasleys and the Potters among them.
A small battle broke out that Marvolo ended up winning and took the Order of the Phoenix and its allies as prisoners. Some gave up and decided to live in a prosperous Britain, and others remained just as blind and continued their fight.
Albus Dumbledore managed to escape and disappeared.
The Weasleys were split up and married several people within Marvolo's circle, after all, the Weasley Family not only had pure blood, but it was well known that they were incredibly fertile, after all, Molly Weasley had had seven magical children of great power and intelligence.
The Potters, however, were the closest to Dumbledore and did the most damage, only to find that the Wizarding World that Marvolo ruled was far better than before. And they were only able to open their eyes to this when they were caught.
Sirius and Remus had long since left them and Dumbledore, realizing that magical creatures were treated very well under Marvolo's rule. So they decided to join Marvolo and sadly watched as the Potters were caught and imprisoned.
But the Potters had their own treasure, their only son, a beautiful Bearer, Harry Potter.
Just for him, they knelt before Marvolo and told him that they would surrender themselves and all of Dumbledore's plans if with that, he protected their son. If he did, not only would they give him the plans, but they themselves would enter his cells in peace and would never try to flee.
Marvolo didn't refuse.
What mattered to him were the plans. He wanted to destroy Dumbledore's allies and find the old man. Also, the Potter boy was incredibly beautiful. However, the one who had his attention was the cunning, submissive and pretty Draco Malfoy.
So they got married without even a wedding, and Harry Potter became Harry Slytherin.
A forgotten Consort, hated and without allies. Harry was beautiful, probably the most beautiful wizard, but he was hated.
After all, his family wanted to destroy the peaceful empire that Marvolo built. Britain had never prospered as much as now, and Dumbledore and his allies had wanted to destroy such peace and prosperity.
So no one could stand him and everyone ignored the fact that Marvolo was publicly being unfaithful to him, always presenting Draco Malfoy to the world as if he were his actual Consort. And everyone considered it as such, they were just waiting for Harry to die or ask for a divorce.
So now he was there, at a damn party where he was cast aside and where he could see how his beloved husband grabbed the ferret by his waist as he introduced him to the world.
His eyes met the blonde's silver eyes, and he gave him a smug look along with a smile. Harry didn't play along but narrowed his eyes at him, and the glow like the curse made Draco open his eyes and look away, scared.
Those eyes...
Those eyes weren't the Harry he knew. They were not the eyes of the calm and submissive consort who allowed himself to be insulted and who was easy to outwit.
But Harry was the Master of Death, he survived the extinction of the world, he was centuries old. He would not let any child walk over him, much less Draco Malfoy, with whom he could never really establish a friendship.
Likewise, Harry saw the time and smiled.
The moment had come.
Harry smiled and turned around, his emerald dress moving behind him along with his very long, black and shiny hair. His wicked smile made his face more captivating, as his eyes sparkled with plans that promised an interesting future.
"My Lord, Harry has disappeared."
Marvolo leaned over to hear Severus words and gave a slight nod.
"My Lord, is everything alright?" Asked shyly his beloved blonde while looking at him with his beautiful silver eyes.
"Don't worry about trifles things." He said kissing his forehead.
However, his mind was in a whirlpool.
Where the hell had the Potter boy gone?
"Should I be afraid that you've only introduced yourself as the Slytherin Consort?"
Harry smiled looking at the old man in front of him.
"No. I am not here to do anything to hurt you." He smiled.
The old man laughed.
"Your smile tells me otherwise."
"I just want you to lend me your magic and join me in my plans."
"It would be my pleasure to be of assistance to the Master of Death even in my old age."
Harry's eyes blazed brightly.
"It would be my pleasure to destroy Muggles with your help, Gellert Grindelwald."