The Golden Fiddle

So first off, Hi and welcome to my first fanfiction. So this idea came to me while reading a Harry Potter/ Supernatural Crossover and listening to the Devil Went to Georgia By Charles Daniels Band. I'm trying my best to put it into words so bare with me on this. This fic is not going to be betaed either. So now that over with enjoy the story!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, Supernatural, and any songs that are mentioned.

Prologue: Two Weeks

HP P.O.V

Two weeks

Two weeks of mourning, of grief, of lost and of nightmares.

It has been two weeks since the battle of Hogwarts.

In two week I saw many who had become my friend, my family and my comrade be buried.

Those who I thought as my family since I entered this world turn their backs on me.

For the government to once again drag my name through the dirt.

All because of what they were too scared to understand, to face the facts head on.

Even those who I stood up for, tried to fight for, turn their backs on me.

But I also learned so much these past two weeks.

Some may think betrayal, but no I already knew what betrayal was like.

Even looking back, I should have seen it coming.

I was only a tool; a pawn for their use when it benefits them.

But no, what I did learn will be something that I will always now acknowledge that to some would be a curse to others a gift.

To me it is both.

What I learned was that I, Harry James Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived, The Chosen One, The Defeater of You-Know-Who, along with many other titles gained another title that night I finished off Volemort.

That night I unknowingly at the time became something that would forever change my life in many ways.

A title that in the hands of so many others would destroy them and the world.

A title that I earned two weeks ago and will have for the rest of my life.

I earned the respect and the trust from the only being that can give this title away.

In two week I became known as only one thing.

The Master of Death.