From the moment he had grasped the Elder Wand he had known that there was more to the story than just a made up work of fiction. Well, he had known since visiting the Lovegood's house really, but this had just cemented it. So when he fell asleep that night and arrived in a seemingly empty void of blackness, he wasn't all that surprised.

"I suppose this means what I think it does then," he sighed, running his fingers through his hair.

"Yepperdoodle!" answered the overly cheerful voice of Death from behind him. He turned around and saw him sitting cross legged in the midst of the dark void that seemed to entirely make up the place. Death was… an interesting character to say the least. His hair was a sherbert orange, and his eyes seemed to constantly shift through colors. Freckles dotted his cheeks and he seemed to be around 16. He wore a tie dye shirt and jean shorts, and no shoes. It was odd, most seem to have the idea that Death is an older man, wearing a suit, a no nonsense sort of person, harsh and strict, but this was anything but that. It seemed fitting in a way, why add on to the gloom of it all?

"So," he began, mirroring the being in front of him and sitting cross legged as well " what exactly is my job as Master of Death?"

"Well, you don't really have a job per se, it's more of just the title I guess… I might've given some nudges here and there to make sure you got the Hallows… I like you kid, you won't abuse this. So, details, um," he paused for a moment, trying to remember," well, you can order me to do things I guess, and you're immortal, that's a plus. You're gonna get a wicked cool power boost, and you've got the Hallows, which you'll find on your bedside table in the morning. Just a warning, I think the Wesley kid was really wanting that wand before, you might want to watch him, just in case,"

Harry nodded, not even bothering to correct the being about Ron's name. He wasn't angry about what Death had said, he had seen the greed and power lust in his friend's eyes as well. It was part of the reason why he broke the wand. But there had to be more to this than just being immortal and having Death at his beck and call. Before he could get the question out, Death started speaking again.

"You were originally supposed to help me with the whole reaping business, but I already got Shinigami to deal with that. Oh, I suppose this means you can order them around as well… huh…. What to do, what to do…" he sat there pondering for a moment, before he suddenly perked up as the figurative lightbulb of idea lit up his eyes. " I know! You'll be my entertainment! I mean, I might ask you to do a couple things here and there, but, I like that idea. And I'll pop in and talk to you of course! It gets lonely, being Death, I mean there are the Shinigami, and the demons, and the angels, but the angels are pricks, the Shinigami that I've met are such sticklers for rules, and demons tend to get annoyed with me pretty quickly," he glanced down for a moment, expression slightly bitter.

Not wanting to see the guy sad, Harry quickly moved on, hoping to take his mind off of it.

"Well that sounds easy enough, and it'll be good to have another friend, especially now with this, because I'm definitely not telling Ron and Hermione about this. I've known them long enough to know they will react badly. Ginny too for that matter." he paused, "Is that all? It sounds simple enough."

Death nodded

"Basically. I'll only call you in sometimes, or if you just want to help out that's great too. Otherwise, you just get to kind of hang out for all of eternity! You can go from universe to universe too, there's a bunch of other dimensions I think you'd find interesting."

"Really? There are other dimensions?"

"Yepperdoodle!" answered the being, grinning from ear to ear. "A whole bunch of em too, I don't think you'll really get bored, and it's not like you won't have any friends cuz there's a bunch of immortals throughout the galaxy." pausing for a moment, he tilted his head, as tho trying to make out a distant sound. " You have to go now Master, but we'll see each other soon enough. Ta ta now!"

Harry woke that morning surprisingly refreshed. He hadn't had sleep that was nightmare free for far too long. Though he wasn't too sure about the whole Death calling him Master. They'd have to work on that. Looking over, he grabbed his glasses, and saw, just as promised, the elder wand and resurrection stone, back in place in its ring. There was a note next to it.

Hey, Master! Here are the Hallows, just as promised! I put the stone back into the ring, and fit it for your right middle finger, thought it would be easier that way. Don't know when I'll next have time to pop in, so in the meantime, as that one weird guy always said, CONSTANT VIGILANCE! Lot's of Love, :Death.

All around the words were doodles of skulls and crossbones, hearts, and peace signs. Smiling, he put the note back down and picked up the ring and wand. After slipping the ring on, he held the wand, realizing that he should probably get a holster for it. Keeping it in his backpocket wouldn't do.

Sighing, he got up and looked around. Ron had come in sometime during the night and was sleeping in his four poster. He walked over to the mirror. Since he had been camping across the countryside for the past year, he hadn't had the chance to look at himself. He looked almost skeletal now, pale, and malnourished. His hair, which had already been longer than it should have been, since he had always had to cut it himself, was now at his shoulders.

"Well, at least it's not going to be an uncontrollable mess anymore. Hmm… Maybe I should get something to help tame it anyway. What did Hermione use in fourth year? I'll have to ask her."

He had been too exhausted after the battle to do anything besides collapse into bed, and he could definitely feel it. Shuddering in disgust, he started to make his way to the showers before remembering that Hermione was the one with his clothes. Damn it. Speaking of clothes, he definitely had to buy new ones. He would not wear those rags again. Ever.

"Okay, when did I start seriously caring about what I looked like?"

"Since me!" exclaimed a voice right next to his ear. Startled, he whipped around, only to find Death grinning madly next to him. "Can't have my Master looking like a street urchin can we? You're important, so you're gonna look it kay? Well, I mean, you're gonna be clean and stuff. I don't really care about the whole suit and tie business, but, you do you man, you do you. Now, since you don't have anything to do that with, I'll help you out a bit."

Death snapped his fingers and Harry could feel the magic, so different from that of a regular wizard, yet familiar and comforting at the same time. He had felt this so many times before now, he realized, but was never aware enough to notice. The magic enveloped him, and like that he was clean, and dressed in new clothes. Clothes that fit. It was like heaven.

Looking down, he realized that he was now a prime example of the generic angsty teen. Ripped black skinny jeans, clunky boots covered in buckles up his calves, and a black t shirt sporting the symbol of the Hallows. He could see his aunt's face twisting in disgust and horror and chuckled. His hair was clean, and free of tangles, hanging down around his face, reminding him of his late Potions Master. Joy.

"I might've also taken the liberty of giving you some eyeliner," Death guiltily admitted. " I know you aren't really the whole angsty emo teen, but I still thought it would look cool. It's not permanent don't worry… But, um, I do have to tell you that you might have some changes in the next few weeks… You're immortal, and the Master of Death, and there are some things that go along with that I guess, but… I don't really know what'll happen, so, just, be prepared! I'll check in every once in awhile, but I might have to take a different form… don't worry," he giggled. " you'll know it's me. Though it might not be a form that'll help your standing with people."

Still giggling, the being vanished before Harry could question what exactly he meant by that. Just then, Ron walked in, still rubbing his eyes.

"Oh there you are Harry, Hermione and I were look-" Ron stopped, mid sentence, and stared wide eyed at Harry. "What the hell happened? Where did you get those clothes, and - is that eyeliner?"

Harry groaned. Why on earth did Death have to make such drastic changes? It was gonna be like this all day.

"Yes, and I got them from a friend. Where's Hermione?"

Ron didn't answer for a moment, goggling at Harry's new look. Shaking his head, he seemed to come to his senses.

"She's," the redhead started dazedly, pointing behind him, " down in the common room waiting. We were gonna go talk to McGonagall. See what she wanted us to start on."

"What are you waiting for then?" mentally preparing for what was sure to be the Professor switching between praising them and ranting about their stupidity, he forced a grin onto his face and walked past Ron. He looked back over his shoulder to see Ron still standing, staring at him leave. Sighing he kept walking, calling back over his shoulder, " Let's go!"