They were all gone, his whole family was dead The whole clan of Weasleys, Hermoine went off in search of her parent's, after declaring that she never wanted to see him again because being his friend only came with pain and suffering. Even Snape, that sneaky lying to faced git whom he would have expected to outlive them all was dead. Everyone that had risked their lives for him, had died. 'At least I will get to see them all in the afterlife, that is if I don't go to Hell. Harry thought right before he jumped off the Hogwarts' bridge. He hoped he would finally be able to find peace. Of course with his luck that was not the case. Harry found himself surrounded by nothing. There was nothing but blackness. It was like he was standing inside a black hole.

"I'm sorry Master. I cannot allow you to move on." said a tall dark cloaked figure, that kind of resembled a dementor. Since the only thing he felt at the moment was the overwhelming desire throttle this being instead of the usual paralyzing fear, Harry knew that it couldn't be a dementor. "WHAT DO YOU FUCKING MEAN I CAN'T MOVE ON!?" Harry yelled in his harshest tone, channeling his inner Snape, yet instead of the thing cowering or flinching like most did when Snape used the voice in their presence, the dementor look alike only made a sound that could only be described as a sound of frustration.

"My master is unable to die. You've defeated me three times, have you not?." Death asked rhetorically, and of course, it was rhetorical because Harry had no idea what the being was talking about. Death didn't give Harry a chance to reply. "But then again, nothing is normal about the Boy Who Lived, Man Who Survived, Heir of the Source, and one of The Major Three." Death finished. As he went on and on, Harry became angrier, by the end, he was seething. "How the hell do you even beat death!" Harry growled in frustration. Why couldn't for once his life be bloody normal...

"And what the fucking hell is The Major Three? How am I part of it? Heir to the Source, source of what? Why can't I just DIE?" Harry's voice raised the more questions he asked. He felt ready to explode, everyone he had ever loved and cared about was gone, and it was his fault, and he knew that it was selfish, but he was so tired of being alone, he just wanted to die. "You're the owner of the three Deathly Hallows, and have managed to come face to face with me not just once but three times and walk away. You jumped happily to your death as if you were coming to see an old friend. You are like your ancestors, and most importantly I deem you worthy enough to be my master. As for the rest, you will learn it when you need to." Death explained in the best way he could, calm and straight forward. Like it was a business transaction, and in some ways, it was for death. He had been watching his master for a long time. How he had suffered. How he had dealt with the disappointments in his life. The way he was mistreated and manipulated by all those around him.

Death knew that his new master was one of the most cunning, brave, heroic, and stubborn people he would ever serve. Death secretly admired his master, but he would never let the little brat know it, of course. With a snap of his long almost translucent boney fingers, Death apparate Harry to a spacious loft overlooking a certain red bridge. If the death was ever right about one thing, it was about Harry Potter being a very stubborn person. Day after day for weeks Harry would kill himself in different ways from jumping in a volcano that was about to blow, to digesting as many poisons as he could before they killed him. After a month of trying to kill himself on average six times a day, which was 42 times a week, 168 a month, and 2016 times a year. It was hard to know who was more annoyed.

Once Harry's new powers started making appearances there was a rapid decline in Harry's suicides. His deaths were now mostly because of drug overdoses or starved himself literally to death. The starving was actually really by accident. He would get so preoccupied with the new powers that he would forget that he needed food and he didn't really watch the number or amount of drugs he consumed because he knew at this point it didn't matter. Harry learned from Death that some, but not all of his powers were from his new title of Master of death. DEath had just brought him back after letting his spirit float around his loft

Harry wasn't as amused. Adding to the list he had the power of the three Deathly Hallows, to bring back the dead, the power of the most powerful wand, and the ability to make himself invisible. He didn't need any of the Deathly hallows on his person for these powers to work. He no longer needed his wand, he now just kept it around as a reminder. He found that he could now shimmer, which he found out, by looking out his bedroom window and wondering what the city looked like from on top of the bridge. He found out moments later when he felt when he suddenly felt

He was even less amused when he almost burnt his Loft down by shooting a fireball from his hand, because he was angry at his neighbors who were loudly banging like two animals in heat, and Death gleefully told him that he didn't get those powers by defying Death. Then Death went on grumbling that it wasn't fair that only demon's got that power. A month ago Harry would say that there was no way he sounded jealous when he said it, but it had been two months and Harry didn't know if he was the supposed master of an all-powerful entity, or a bratty three-year-old.

When he asked the overgrown child if he was a demon, said overgrown child replied in sing-along tone that he was only part. So, he was a part-demon, with being part demon his powers were mostly fire-related. Out of the numerous powers, he gained a handful of were fire related. He could create illusions, that you would have believed were real unless you touched them. Shimmering allowed Harry to disappear in seconds. It was one of his favorites and by far the easiest to control. It took him a minute to adjust to his new strength, but after roughly a week he had his super strength fully under his control.

Energy balls, fireballs, incineration, and telekinesis were harder for Harry. He was only able to use the fire linked powers when he was unreasonably angry. Energy balls took a horrendous amount of power from him, and not even death could tell him why. Death would constantly tease Harry that he couldn't use his power because his mind was clouded with things that were unimportant. Which frustrated him to know because he had no such issue with apportation, being able to move or call objects to himself. Death told him his father was half-demon and that's where he got his demon powers from which was the power to incinerate things, all things fire related and shimmering. This led Harry to ask how he could be the master of death if he wasnt of Pervell blood apparently magic accepted him because his mum had accepted him fully as their son and heir. He wondered out loud if his parents would accept him the same if they knew the truth, that he wasn't their flesh and blood son. He was assured by death in a deadly serious tone, no pun intended that they still felt exactly the same they did the day he was born an unlimited amount of love for him. It made him feel a little better not much because they too had given their lives for him.

Harry's powers made it easier for him to get through the day becasue they kept him busy, but late at night when it was nothing to do, but think he hated himself.

AN: Thanks again to all the people who followed my story and waited while I got my schedule in order. I'm not trying to make Harry seemed overpowered but at this point he is the product Cole while he was the source, Phoebe who is one of the Charmed Ones, the master of death, and apart of something I have planned for in the future so I hope you guys weren't confused to why he already has so many powers in one chapter, he does have more to come. I tried to beta this myself so if you see any errors please tell me so I can fix it, thank you guys. Please leave some reviews they motivate me.