Chapter 3
Of course, there were more complications to time travel than snapping your fingers, appearing in a different time, and making up a name with no records of existing at all. Firstly, Harry had to learn everything that came with being the “Master of Death” and Fate’s Favored.
As he soon learned later on, his magical core had grown into something befitting a god, and Harry was unfamiliar with the level of power that was currently house in his body. Plus, he had to come up with a new name, go to Gringotts, change it, and be continuously called that till he was used to it.
Death had Harry immediately start on exercises with his magic, starting from the very basic first year level things and working up. It surprised Harry when his Wingardium Leviosa had shot his block of wood through the roof, and up into the atmosphere and when his Stupefy completely obliterated the dummy. Death was also teaching him the necessary Master of Death necromancy training, ‘Can’t have you accidentally raising the dead, now can we?’
Necromancy was a complicated subject, Harry learned very soon, and it was such a broad subject. It covered raising the dead, soul magic, communicating with lost souls, and rituals to have partial immortality. When Harry originally found it astonishing at how easy it was at first, Death had told him it was a part of his Family Magicks.
|| Necromancy can be taught to anyone, but it has to be taught from a very young age, and even then, the person in question can never truly master Necromancy.
You, however, have blood of generations of Necromancers running through your veins running back all the way to Ignatius Peverell. Just because a Family Magicks hasn’t been used in a few generations doesn’t mean it isn’t there. In fact, your Necromancy magic is very strong because it hasn’t been used in years. It allowed the magic to cumulate and flourish. ||
This explanation partially confused Harry, if it was part of your family, passed down through generations, then why not use the magic at your disposal. Then he realized it. So called “dark magic” had been banned since around the time of Grindelwald. The magic used by Grindelwald’s forces was a mix between light and dark magic, but the dark magic had been banned by the Ministry. When he had consulted both the Black library and Death and learned that what the wizards of today considered “dark” isn’t actually dark.
Death had told him that the magic that should be banned is called Black Magic. Black magic was an addictive and destructive magic in its own right. Dark magic could be controlled and cleansed from your body without damage, while Black magic began to destroy the caster from the inside as soon as the sacrifice had been made.
Horcruxes were an example of Black magic being used to corrupt other magicks. Horcruxes were a mash-up of black magic and necromancy, the black magic allowing people without an affinity for necromancy to perform the soul-splitting magic.
After days of having filled his head with a large amount of new knowledge, Harry finally decided it was time to write to Gringotts. Harry was pleasantly surprised by the response he had received, for it had stated that Harry would be continued to be a customer for Gringotts, if he told the goblins about all the security measures he had encountered.
Four days later, Harry Potter walked out of Gringotts newly christened, Hadrian Peverell, Harry for short.
Harry would be the first to admit that he was bloody terrified. He faced a hulking man beast of a dog that had yellowish saliva dripping from yellow fangs, a breeze that carried the smell of rotting flesh emanating from the hanging mouth that slowly crept closer. The Grim was slowly limping towards him, had accidentally been conjured out of the shadows that lurked in the corners of the dueling room he had been training in.
Leaning back into the wall as the Grim came closer, he closed his eyes, ready for a bite of pain. Harry was extremely surprised when he felt a tongue lick up the side of his face. Turning he head and looking at the dog-like monster, the Grim looked more like an adorable, overgrown puppy than a creature that was an omen of death.
Now instead of terrified, Harry was confused as fuck. Shouldn’t the Grim have attacked him and torn him to shreds by now? An amused voice spoke up,
*He’s a being of Death. You are the companion of Death. You are similar beings; he would not attack you Hadrian. *
Turning his head around yet again, he saw Fate leaning on the doorframe, her clothes a causal sweatpants and t-shirt.
“So, what you mean to say,” Harry said, staring incredulously at the Grim who was now nosing his hand, “That he’s like a familiar of Death and he recognizes the Death magic I possess. Now he won’t attack me?”
*Correct, I also came here to tell you that your training is very nearly finished. We have a few final gifts to give you before you depart. *