(Harry Potter canon until the final duel between Voldemort and Harry. Before the ROTG movie-verse)

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Expelliarmus!"

A blast of bright white light encased the entire courtyard from the two spells connecting. Order members, Hogwarts students, and Death Eaters alike turned away from the light, all in awe at the show of powerful magic created by the wizards.

However, all Harry knew was Voldemort's shocked face followed by a white light, excruciating pain, and then...nothing.

Harry opened his eyes and found himself on the swing set in the park near his relative's house. In Surrey. Nowhere near Hogwarts.

Jumping out of his swing in alarm, Harry spun around trying to understand what was going on and why he wasn't fighting Voldemort. Examining his surroundings, he noticed it wasn't exactly like the park he usually hung around, for one it was the wrong season; a warm summer night and yet not a single creature or vehicle was in sight. Also, as he looked closer, he noticed that some things looked faded and blurry, almost like the time he fell in Dumbledore's pensieve viewing memories, the last being Dumbledore admitting that Harry had been a tool all along, a horcrux to be raised and slaughtered in the end.

'Damn bastard'

"Hello Harry, I've been waiting for you. "

Harry spun around, wand out and a curse at the tip of his tongue. In the swing seat he had previously vacated sat a man smiling serenely, not even the slightest bit alarmed at having a wand in his face. This man could have been a Malfoy, except without the obvious Malfoy arrogance and superiority complex. He had pale, almost white hair that fell in silky locks to his shoulders, softening his defined aristocratic face. His skin was an unblemished pale white that seemed to have an inner glow, similar to his clothes, all whites and pale grey flowing robes covered in a dark grey cloak held by a moonstone brooch in the shape of a crescent moon. However, the man's most distinguishing features were his pale ice blue-grey eyes. They spoke of ancient things past, love and triumph, but also war and grief; an inhuman creature superior to mortal, and it was these eyes alone that made Harry stand down, wand lowered before this entity.

"Who are you?"

"I go by many names, but you may call me Man in Moon, or Manny for short."

Harry's eyes widened in shock. The Dursley's may have avoided mentioning anything they considered abnormal, like magic, myths, and legends, but even Harry had still heard about the Man in the Moon.

"So you do know me. That's good, it'll make things easier."

"Um, it'll make what easier? And why am I here anyway? I need to go back to my friends, we're in the middle of a war and-"

"Your fight in that time is over." Manny stated calmly, as if he hadn't rudely interrupted Harry. "The Dark Lord you've been fighting is dead, and has been for the past decade. All your families and friends are living peacefully with the war behind them. It's time for you to fulfill your true destiny.

"W-What? Past decade, that can't be right. I've only been here for a couple minutes at the most-"

Manny interrupted once again. "You technically should be dead, but we've been waiting for a long time for you, young Master of Death. Centuries in fact."

AN: Self-edited 9 July 2016