Author's Note- Well, I know this has taken about 2 years and I am honestly truly sorry. There are no excuses. But if there is anyone still reading this story, I think I've gotten better at writing (debatable) and I think I am back this time. I got past the block and this chapter is me getting back into the swing of things, a full explanation is awaiting you at the end (if you care to read it).

Disclaimer- Give credit where credit is due and we all know where it goes (J.K Rowling)

He had trained with the vampire king, who had taught him how to use his strength and speed as well as his natural grace and charm to get what he wanted from

people. Merlin, Morgana, and the very founders of Hogwarts had taught him magic and he had been taught elements and peace by the elves. The demons taught him

revenge and the werewolf taught him to get in touch with the inner animal and control his insanity. Everyone who had a special skill and was dead came to teach in the

middle realm, ancient warriors and sword masters. The strategists and geniuses, he had wand makers and Egyptian pharaohs. Anyone who thought they had something

to teach came to help him. Than meanwhile explained his role of death and the responsibilities that came along with it. There were multiple domains to death, people

went to the domain they believed in and Than ruled over multiple realms while God ruled over heaven and the Devil ruled in Hell. They pretty got along though as Than

ruled over the middle realms and could move beyond them all. Except for the realm of the elves, long ago it had been closed off to outside forces and Than could be seen

sometimes staring longingly at the gates before he'd shake himself out of it. Harry had learned his weaknesses as well, he could still feel pain and while he couldn't truly

die (he was already dead) he could be captured but it would require special materials.

He had not quite learned to master his wand yet, it would take much more time but he was pretty much an expert at wand less magic. But if he could harness the

power of his wand he could access his full potential. Some of his powers were still locked and would gradually come as he grew in strength and willpower. The most

important thing he had learned was that even Death had enemies; a select group of cast out angels had been underground on earth for quite some time. Not much was

known about them, but they had not dared to challenge than since the first time they had been beaten. Since then they had laid low and Harry learned as much as

possible about them, what little there was to learn.

Voldemort would be a bit of a problem as would the order because Harry still had to somewhat operate within the realm of the living and he knew he could not

underestimate them. All of this learning and training had been in a sort of time warp, time did not exist for the dead because they didn't really need to care. His eyes

were still purple and his skin pale and his hair black but he felt like a new person. One with confidence to stand up for himself and begin to live up to the mantle of

death's heir, starting with a prank that astounded even his parents and Sirius in the brilliancy of it.

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He surveyed the house in front of him, it didn't look like anything special. He could hear the laughter and feel the happiness pouring out of it. To bad it wasn't going

to last long. Than had given him permission to do whatever he wanted, and his teachers had given him free reign to exercise his new powers. With a smirk he waved

his hand and allowed the magic to flow into the house; the Prince of Death laughed lightly enjoying the feelings of insanity coursing through him. A little insanity was

necessary to be the master of death, (or the heir) because sometimes death had to do the dirty job no one else wanted and they needed the extra metal to get him or

her through and to their domain. Harry in the darkness on the roof, his patience had grown and he felt comfortable enjoying the silkiness of the darkness around him.

Then the screams of pure terror began to leak out of the dark house in front of him and with a chillingly cold laugh he spread his pure black wings and whisked himself

away.

INSIDE GRIMMAULD PLACE

The party had been going well, no curses were thrown and the pranks the twins set up with funny and harmless. Dumbledore held court in the center of the room

while Molly pressed food on anyone that would stay still long enough for her to shove it in their mouth. The laughter kept the party going even as Remus sat darkly in a

corner and Tonks and Kingsley whispered by the door. Ginny had managed to convince Dumbledore to let Dean come to visit, as long as she obliviated him before he left.

They had disappeared to her room giving Ron and Hermione the same idea. The escaped to the library, which Ron had noticed, always put his girlfriend in the right

frame of mind. They slipped into the corner of the library and Ron ripped her shirt off while Hermione tried to moan like the woman she had been watching earlier. While

it sounded completely fake, Ron seemed to buy it. There was an almost silent pop in the corner of the room and Hermione started to scream. Ron seemed to take that

as encouragement but she pushed him off and pointed to the corner. At her scream Molly rushed in, ready to scold them for what she had suspected they were doing

but as soon as she saw what was hanging in the darkness she shrieked with lungs far more powerful. The whole order came running in, first noting with disgust

Hermione's state of undress then gagging at the sight in the corner. Hanging from his hands tied to a new hook in the ceiling was the barely recognizable body of Harry,

every inch of his body was gashed and bleeding. His legs seemed to be skinned while his guts and heart was hanging out. His ribs had been pulled backwards and his

eyes gorged out, hanging from there stalks in his eyes. The only piece left untouched was the scar, so they would recognize him. Ginny came running in and threw up

right away. What would this mean for her? She realized that she couldn't worm her way farther into the Potter vaults now. Ginny quickly began making plans, she

would have a backup fully thought out by the end of the night. Dumbledore was in shock, his carefully placed detectors in Voldemort's camp hadn't shown him anything

about Harry. Ron and Hermione were still in shock, but Tonks and Kingsley slammed into action and immediately made plans to investigate the Dursley's and dispose of

the body. All the while, the body swang back and forth with the blood creating a sickening puddle on the floor, and all of the order felt a chill down their spines and heard

a faint sickening laugh that faded into the blackness.

Author's Note- PLEASE FORGIVE ME! Sorry for not posting so long or responding to your reviews, I've kinda been caught up in life! But i have no excuses for not writing but today I was struck with inspiration and I want to finish this story. I'm flying blind though and don't have an outline or anything! Please, if there is anyone still reading this story consider reviewing…even if I don't deserve it! I'm BACK! For good this time Thanks for reading!