CHAPTER 1

A thirty five year old Harry potter stared across the ruins of what was once the greatest of the magical castle . The place he had once considered his home. It was odd returning home after eighteen years. For Harry Potter the years had been interesting to say the least.

It was in ruins now; the result of the battle of Hogwarts. Harry and Voldermort had dueled here when Harry was seventeen. But he had realized at that point that he was still utterly outclassed, Voldermort has shown that night as to why he was regarded as the strongest Dark Lord of all time.

It was then that he had understood why Dumbledore could never defeat the heir of Slytherin , for no matter what everyone said about Dumbledore being the only one Voldermort ever feared , he knew the truth; that someone of Voldermort's power cannot possibly be afraid of anyone . As evident by his loss that night.

Despite having an ace up his sleeve that no one was aware of, he had been defeated still. The might of Voldermort and his army was too much. This then led him to think about his previous encounter with his arch nemesis.

The Battle of ministry, where he had been tricked by Voldermort to fall in his trap and Sirius had been killed. He recalled Voldermort appearing in the ministry atrium , the dark lord was about to end Harry's life but then Dumbledore had arrived.

-Flashback-

The two titans started dueling.

'If he were some muggle then he would have thought that two gods were fighting.' Harry thought

Those two wizards commanded elements like Malfoys commanded dobby. But just then the dark lord got the upper hand and had uttered an unknown curse the incantation of which seemed to be some sort of hissisng to everyone except Harry. It was in parseltongue and as such Dumbledore could not recognize it. The spell passed through Dumbledore's shield leaving the shield intact blasting the aged wizard away who howled in pain.

The dark lord then approached the fallen wizard but Harry, despite all the pain, got up and stood between him and the injured headmaster. This caused Voldermort to halt and he said giving a cruel smile

"So you will protect him now Harry"

"I won't let you kill him" the boy who lived said with as much resolve he could muster. The dark lord then gave a cruel smirk and disappeared .

Harry's scar burst open and he knew he was dead: it was pain beyond imagining, pain past endurance –

He was gone from the hall, he was locked in the coils of a creature with red eyes, so tightly bound that Harry did not know where his body ended and the creature's began: they were fused together, bound by pain, and there was no escape –

And when the creature spoke, it used Harry's mouth, so that in his agony, he felt his jaw move...

'Kill me now Dumbledore ...'

Blinded and dying, every part of him screaming for release, Harry felt the creature use him again...

'If death is nothing, Dumbledore, kill the boy ...'

Let the pain stop, thought Harry ... let him kill us ... end it, Dumbledore ... death is nothing compared to this...

'And I'll see Sirius again...'

And as Harry's heart filled with emotion, the creature's coils loosened, the pain was slowly lessening. Bolstered, Harry pushed ... he thought of his parents, how they had with their dying breath tried to save him, how they also had, even beyond the grave done the same thing again years later.

He thought of Sirius again; how he had offered Harry a chance to be away from the Dursleys forever, a chance for a new life, and a link to his deceased parents, and the feeling in him swelled.

The creature suddenly let go of Harry as he felt an intense rush of emotion that a small part of him recognized as love. Harry then found himself in a void full of a roiling white force. In front of him was a black mass surrounded by a force of green and red.

The Dark presence, which was the soul fragment of Voldemort's that was lodged in Harry's scar, had been kept at bay by the Light Blood Ward that Lily Potter had cast on her son. However, as with all forms of powerful Old Magic (Dark or Light) this ward was powered by a powerful emotion, which in this case was love.

Unfortunately, Dumbledore had inadvertently weakened this ward when he, not fully understanding the nature of the ward, had placed Harry in a home where he was hated at worst and treated with cold indifference at best. As these emotions were the opposite of Love, the blood ward had weakened very slightly. It was enough for the soul fragment to form a magical connection with Harry

It was due to this after all that Harry could speak Parseltounge and also wield a wand that was a brother of Voldemort's.

This ward then was further weakened even further when Voldemort had used Harry's blood to regain his body. Thus the bond between the soul fragment and Harry became a bit stronger.

However in an ironic twist of fate, by using Harry's blood, Voldemort had become a sort of Horcrux of Harry's.

When being possessed by Voldemort, the blood ward had temporarily fallen as, unbeknownst to Voldemort his mutilated soul had nearly connected with the fragment in Harry's scar. However, they were not successful as Harry had pushed Voldemort out.

But all of this was unknown to Harry as he gazed upon the black mass. He could feel the power rolling off it, sinister and yet strangely intoxicating. He didn't know how long he stood there looking at it, was it a few seconds, hours, days or decades? Time, it seemed, had come to a halt as he gazed at what was in front of him before he reached out ... forever changing the course of the wizarding world.

Harry could feel the wrongness of the presence of the mass in front of him and he knew that it had to go. At the same time, he could feel the power it held. It intoxicated him ... called out to the darkness in his very soul created by his less than happy childhood and the various encounters he had later on in his Hogwarts years ... and for the first time in his life, he listened.

The instant he came in contact with it, he felt the power rush into him. Immediately the dark presence that was enclosed within started fighting back, trying, in the process, to drain him.

But Harry wasn't dissuaded. He, with all of his considerable willpower, marshaled the newfound power within him and fought back. Harry also had a distinct advantage of a full soul, so the fragment of Voldemort's soul didn't really stand much of a chance. As the power flooded into him, it came with a cacophony of sights and sounds, disjointed memories and thoughts.

Just as Harry felt that he might burst from the influx of power and loose his sanity from all the foreign thoughts within his mind, it abruptly stopped. A bloodcurdling scream then shattered the abrupt silence as the malignant black mass in front of him disappeared.

Harry opened his eyes to find himself staring at the floor of the ministry atrium with a pounding head. The wet feeling on his forehead coupled with the coppery smell of blood and the pain in his scar told him that it had burst open and was bleeding. Harry then slowly and gingerly got to his feet using the wall for support.

As he got up, he absently noticed that a few wisps of a foul looking black smoke had come out of his scar. Disoriented, he barely noticed as Voldemort apparated away and disappeared with a weeping Bellatrix right in front of the minister and half of the ministry.

Albus Dumbledore took a moment to look at Harry to ascertain whether or not he was alright before turning his attention to Fudge, who took that moment to stagger forward white-faced, escorted by the golden statues animated by Dumbledore followed by his equally white-faced Aurors and an appalled Amelia Bones.

'He was there!' shouted a scarlet robed man in a ponytail, pointing at the pile of golden rubble that was the remains of the animated statue of the wizard that had trapped Bellatrix a few moments ago. 'I swear it was You-Know-Who Mr. Fudge. He took that woman and Disapparated just now!'

'I saw him too Williamson' gibbered a white faced Fudge,

'He was right here! In the Ministry no less,' Fudge continued rambling for a bit, moaning at the state of the Fountain before Dumbledore got his attention.

Normally Harry would have felt glee and taken a vindictive pleasure at the look on the Minister's face as he was finally proven to be right and not as the Minister believed "a deranged attention seeking liar trying to destabilise the peace in the Wizarding World by inciting panic". But Harry was too tired to feel anything. The loss of his godfather hadn't sunk in and throwing Voldemort had been rather taxing on his magic.

So he watched tiredly as Dumbledore proceeded to rub the fact that he was right all along in his own subtle way into Fudge's face before all but ordering the Minister of Magic to send some of his Aurors to apprehend the Death Eaters captured down in the Department of Mysteries.

Dumbledore then took the head of a statue and turned it into a portkey to his office (much to Fudge's impotent displeasure) and gave it to Harry.

Harry numbly took the portkey, and, feeling a familiar jerk behind his navel was whisked off to the Headmaster's office in Hogwarts.

An hour later Dumbledore returned and he stumbled a bit and needed Harry help to get to his chair . Dumbledore then shown him his decaying hand prompting Harry to cast a spell on it and the decaying slowed down .

Both were surprised by it and Dumbledore then asked Harry some questions regarding magic which they both knew that Harry should not have knowledge of . And Dumbledore has summarized that Harry was now armed with the dark lord's memory and knowledge .

But Harry knew better. It wasn't the dark lord's memory that he had obtained , rather the piece of soul had merged with the host . He didn't see the memories and knowledge from a third perspective , no it was like it was his own life and he recalled every bit of it.

The duo had then talked , accusations were made , things were broken and then Dumbledore revealed to him the remaining part of the prophesy .

Harry stumbled out of Dumbledore's office about an hour later, his mind a swirl of many different emotions; chief among which was anger, grief and shock followed by a deep sense of betrayal. Just a few minutes back Dumbledore had seen fit to finally open up to Harry and tell him things he ought to have known much earlier. Suffice to say, Harry was not pleased with Dumbledore's earlier reticence.

At least it was a good thing that Dumbledore had taken nearly half an hour to come and then turn his world upside down, Harry mused. That had given him the time needed for him to gather his strength and adequately show his displeasure, destroying half the headmaster's office was pretty satisfying to say the least. And considering what Dumbledore had revealed to him, Harry could really not find it within him to even come up with an iota of guilt for destroying all those stupid silver instruments.

Underlying it all was a rather peculiar emotion that Harry was feeling, he could not name it. Though if pressed, he would describe it as 'disorientation'.

As it was, Harry could scarcely believe that it was still morning. Right now, he felt like going to sleep and not waking up. Ever.

Harry started towards the Gryffindor tower only to stop halfway. He was in no mood for human company right now, much less the company of vapid, snivelling, immature teenagers. He needed to think, to sort out the mess that was his head. A place not many people knew about.

Pondering this, he finally came to a decision, and, mind made up, he directed his feet towards the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy, where, after thinking of a peaceful place to rest and think, walked into the door which materialized on the blank stretch of wall opposite the tapestry.

Harry had stepped into the Room of Requirement to find what looked like a small meadow under a cloudless sky. He lay down on a slight protrusion in the middle of the field to find that it did not feel like what he expected the ground to feel like. It was as soft as his four-poster in the Gryffindor dorm; in fact, he would say that it felt even more comfortable than his dorm bed. It was a decidedly odd if comfortable sensation, Harry thought absently before turning his thoughts to what had just happened.

First was the fact that his godfather had died, and here Harry's eyes started to glisten; Sirius was the first adult in Harry's life who actually cared for him and only him. Sure, he had Mrs. Weasley and Remus, but they weren't the same. Mrs. Weasley was his friend's mother and he really didn't know Remus that well comparatively. Harry wasn't blind to Sirius' faults, he knew that Sirius was a bit brash and reckless, and tended to act before thinking, and was also, Harry mused, slightly delusional and immature, but then again, he had been locked up for quite a long time, the Dementors definitely had to have an effect on his mind. Either that, or insanity runs in the Black Family, Harry thought, thinking of Bellatrix and how sadistically crazy she was.

His mood darkened as he thought of Bellatrix, Harry scowled as he saw her sneering face in his mind's eye. One day, I'll kill that bitch, he thought with malevolence imagining her form writhing under his wand in pain.

Harry abruptly stopped as he realised the rather violent directions his thoughts had taken. He didn't want to torture Bellatrix, did he? But a small part of him that he had not heard of before did. It craved her blood, the sound of her tortured screams; the satisfaction of watching the pain in her eyes as life slowly and torturously left her body-

At that, Harry snapped out of his thoughts. What was that about? He wondered, certain that he had never felt that way about anyone before, and confused as to why he wasn't truly bothered with it. Shivering, he focused back on the events of the previous few hours.

Thoughts of Bellatrix naturally led him to the incident at the atrium where he had tried to use the Cruciatus Curse on her. They then moved on to the duel between Dumbledore and Voldemort. Harry felt awed by the power that was thrown around by those two wizards. That, he thought, was real magic Harry suddenly had a newfound craving to learn more to delve deeper into the depths of magic, to really see what could be done when one pushed the boundaries.

Eventually his mind drifted onto the aftermath of the battle and his subsequent possession by Voldemort. He shivered, that was one experience that he did not wish to repeat! He still felt the aftermath of that ordeal. Though he felt ... different somehow ... as if that had changed him forever. He did not know why or how but knew that in his gut.

Finally, his mind then turned towards the events in the Headmaster's office. His mood darkened, Dumbledore had said a lot of things that had angered him. Directly and indirectly; first off was that thrice damned prophecy. Harry couldn't believe that Dumbledore hadn't seen fit to tell him that before. Sure, a small part of him realised, he was too young at the time, and it was a heavy burden to place on anyone, much less a fifteen year old.

The duel between Dumbledore and Voldemort had definitely opened Harry's eyes to the harsh reality of what Voldemort really was like. There was a reason why Voldemort was considered to be The Most Feared Dark Lord in Modern Times, why people feared to even name him. Voldemort was deadly! Harry was lucky to have survived him thus far, he knew that Voldemort had underestimated him before. He knew that it was luck that had saved him in all his encounters with Voldemort. If Voldemort wasn't so hell bent on showing off and had he actually decided to finish Harry off, exchanging grandstanding and enjoyment for utility and convenience, and had he taken Harry as seriously as he had taken Dumbledore, Harry wouldn't have stood a chance.

Voldemort definitely won't be playing around the next time they met, this Harry knew for sure. Guess it means that I'll have to find a way to ensure that he isn't at his best then,he thought.

Harry wondered why Dumbledore hadn't made a better effort to train him. He knew that it would eventually come down to him and Voldemort, so why not do anything? After all, Dumbledore had taken a major interest in his life...

Suddenly Harry shot up as he remembered a part of his last conversation with Dumbledore:

Dumbledore stared for a moment at the sunlit grounds outside the window, then looked back at Harry and said, 'Five years ago you arrived at Hogwarts, Harry, safe and whole, as I had planned and intended. Well – not quite whole. You had suffered. I knew you would when I left you on your aunt and uncle's doorstep. I knew I was condemning you to ten dark and difficult years.'

The last few sentences rang in Harry's mind. Dumbledore knew! He knew about my home life at the Dursleys, and he did NOTHING!

Harry began to see red, there was an odd ringing in his ears as his mind began to rapidly process that information, discovered new associations not thought of before and reached new conclusions;

His first Hogwarts letter that had been addressed to his cupboard; that really was proof that if not Dumbledore, at least McGonagall knew! After all she did sign the letters personally ... how could she have missed that? His conclusion was that she hadn't she was too intelligent to have, so either she was ignorant of the fact or she did not pursue the issue beyond notifying Dumbledore about it. Both scenarios weren't too comforting. He refused to believe the third possibility that she knew but did not care. That situation was too horrible to fathom.

Then there was the man in the purple top hat, Daedalus Diggle, and the woman in the green dress, Emmeline Vance. Harry knew he had seen them somewhere before, and he realized then that he had and the significance; he had met them before he even knew of Hogwarts so they have been spying on me for what looks like all my life, yet they did nothing? Harry fumed

Then Harry had another epiphany; Mrs Figg: He had just found out last summer that she was a squib and in Dumbledore's Order. Unbidden, the memory of his encounter with her came to the forefront of his mind along with a part of what she had said;

'...I'm sorry I gave you such a miserable time Harry, but the Dursleys would never have let you come over if they'd thought you enjoyed it...'

'She knew too' Harry whispered to himself, horrified, 'She knew and didn't say ANYTHING!' Harry screamed out the last words.

At this, something in Harry snapped and he let out a primal scream of rage and anger, unleashing his magic out in a torrent of emotion. Wind whipped through the meadow and clouds formed overhead in the simulated sky. Wards flared up in the room in a bright display of colour as they contained the outburst of raw magic.

Finally, the stress and lack of sleep caught up with Harry and his rage subsided quickly. Drained, Harry finally passed out, all but dead to the world.

As Harry lost consciousness, his mind was still in peril. The soul fragment of Voldemort's within him had been destroyed; however, it wasn't a clean job...

The soul essentially consisted of a wizard's personality and his inherent magic. Now to get a personality, one needs to be able to draw from experience. Experience is a subconscious thought process, something that becomes ingrained in the brain. Basically they were what you'd call "muscle memory". Under normal conditions, had Harry not flown into a fit of rage and all but drained his magic completely, what little magic that had remained in his body after his various battles with the Death Eaters and Voldemort would have been enough, even in his exhausted state (Harry was a powerful wizard after all) to wipe this off. Unfortunately, Harry's episode had caused magical exhaustion leaving his body with almost no magic at the moment.

As such, the remains of the soul fragment would be able to reassert itself, but still stay separate, essentially putting Harry back at square one. It would have eventually been consumed by Harry's soul as Harry regained enough magic to fight back, but it might have resulted in Harry being put up in a nice cosy bed in the permanent ward of St Mungo's.

After all, the general public opinion is that Schizophrenia isn't a good thing. And people that suffer from it are considered to be a danger to society, especially if their alternate personality is that of a megalomaniac Dark Lord.

However Harry was lucky enough to be in the heart of a near sentient magical castle.

The Room of Requirement was designed by Rowena Ravenclaw with help from the other three founders (not that she'd ever admit that) to be a sort of control centre/panic room for the castle should it ever fall under siege from "those filthy muggle heathens" (Gryffindor's words, not that he-or any historian for that matter-would ever admit it) that populated the wide world.

It was in a way, Ravenclaw's contribution to the castle's defence should the need arise. Gryffindor and Hufflepuff had created the wards as a first line of defense, while Slytherin had decided that a basilisk would be a good last line of defense (never mind the fact that the bloody snake would be as much a danger to the defenders, but when you are anyway going to be overrun and burned alive at the stake, death by basilisk stare is surprisingly preferable!)

However, the wards worked like a charm (considering that they were a part of that branch of magic) and as such, much to Ravenclaw's disappointment (not that she'd ever admit that either) the Room was never needed.

Over the centuries, as the magical world became more and more secure and isolated from the muggle world, and the castle became more of a school than a defense structure, the Room's original use was forgotten and was used for more mundane things. Eventually as the magic within the castle and the room built up over time, and the castle became more sentient, the room also changed and evolved through time till the current result was seen.

The room was also in a really bizarre magical way, in the centre of the castle which was situated exactly over an intersection of four different major ley lines, (the actual reason why the Founders had chosen this place to build their castle) there was a good concentration of magic in that area.

The castle sensed that the wizard lying prone right at the centre of its very heart was in major distress and needed help. So it started pumping a small fraction of the magic within it to help the boy.

This helped in integrating the soul fragments into Harry's soul, changing his very nature by a slight amount. Harry gained, in addition to his previously acquired ability to speak to snakes, an experience in duelling, something which Voldemort had perfected during his younger years before his rise into notoriety. Harry would have to increase his arsenal of spells on his own for this to be of any use though.

Another useful talent that he had picked up from those soul fragments would also be the knowledge of Apparating as well. Voldemort had done enough Apparating in his life that he could almost do so silently and without much thought in almost any position. He had also done quite a bit of Apparating through moderately powered anti-apparation wards as well as under the stress of combat. And now, Harry too could do so. Not that he knew that at the moment.

In addition to that Harry also had gained Voldemort's mastery of the mind arts. After all, Voldemort had been a practising Occlumens and Legilimens practising the arts almost constantly ever since his sixth year when he had discovered that art.

Now the body is rather conservative. Harry's magic was basically the reason why despite his relatives' treatment of him he didn't look like a one of those starved refugee children from a war torn country. Most of his magic had gone into healing him and ensuring that his body was properly nourished. This had the effect of making him magically weaker, and also stunting his magical growth.

It was only because Harry was so naturally powerful that he still remained a wizard and the Dursleys' wishes of "beating the magic out of him" weren't realised. As such while he would be powerful, he would not be able to reach his full magical potential.

However, Hogwarts while sentient wasn't intelligent, and thus had underestimated the amount of magic that Harry would need. After all, "a little amount of magic" to it was more than enough power to make two squibs moderately powerful wizards. As a result of this, Harry had a lot of magic left over in his nearly empty core.

So his body used this opportunity and Harry's still growing core suddenly expanded so that by the time he reached his full maturity, Harry would be even more powerful than he would have ever been. There was also still enough magic left within him so that his body began to utilise it to take care of the last vestiges of malnutrition. As such Harry filled out a bit more so that he no longer looked pinched, but lean. His height increased by an extra inch or so till he was standing at a respectable six feet.

Hogwarts, sensing that he was still using magic to heal, decided to help a bit. The end result was the extra benefit of repairing Harry's impaired vision so he no longer was half blind without his glasses. Also, the numerous scars and bruises that Harry had collected till then healed over till they all disappeared. The notable exception being the scar on his forehead that instead of disappearing became lighter till it was barely discernible.

Finally, as Harry's body no longer had any pressing needs to take care of, the magical transfer stopped, leaving a much improved abet a different Harry Potter that now lay resting in the middle of the room.

When he woke up, it didn't take much for him to understood what had happened . He then decided his next course of action ; He decided to run away .

-Flashback ends-

He had then decided to go to the island where Sirius had hidden during his exile. He had then cast a fidelious charm over the small island and then he had proceeded to perform a blood ritual that would ensure that no one would be able to track him. His next course of action was collecting his gold from Gringrots. He had emptied his vault, much to the displeasure of goblins. While the potter fortune was not extremely large but add to it the black family fortune which the goblin had informed were one of the richest families in England. he had then bought a 13 compartment truck and filled it with his fortune , potion ingredients , the books from the black library which Kreacher had somehow salvaged .

Along with kreacher , Harry taken dobby into his service .

He wanted to contact his friends and tell them about his plans and whereabouts but he had decided against it.

The next two year was spent by Harry honing his magical abilities. Although he did have Voldermort's knowledge , but it wasn't of use, it was like holding a very deadly sword but not having the required skills to use it and so that is what he had done. For the next whole year he had trained. He was amazed by the dark lord's knowledge . Harry thought that the dark lord spoke the truth when he had told Dumbledore;

'I have experimented; I have pushed the boundaries of magic further, perhaps, than they have ever been pushed'

So vast was his knowledge that it took Harry almost three years to master it all, despite already knowing it. He had discovered that he now had a desire, nay, a thirst for knowledge, to become better and to prove his supremacy . and then his opportunity had come when the news had reached him.

Hogwarts was under attack. An army of almost ten thousand had marched upon Hogwarts . And so Harry had decided to face Voldermort.

-Flashback-

Harry appeared at Hogwarts, the battle was going on and Voldermort was winning. He spotted several professors and order members fighting along with many students. Dumbledore was fighting seven death eaters at once. Then they all felt the chill. The tell tale sign of Dementors approaching . Many stood still in fear no one who knew how to cast a patronus properly were able to produce one as they were all busy fighting . And hence Harry raised his wand and cast the only spell that Harry knew Voldermort couldn't .

A giant translucent silver stag came forth and charged headfirst towards the dementors , who then flew away . everyone was stunned further , For they all recognized whose patronus it was. Then the clouds darkened and Voldermort appeared and joined the fray . The battle resumed .

And the two fought. Harry's skills must have clearly surprised Voldermort as Harry claimed the first blood. For the first time in history, someone had injured the dark lord . This enraged the heir of Slytherin as the ferocity in his attacks increased. In short it went on for an entire hour but then Voldermort revealed his new ally or servant, he didn't know. A vampire pushed him back hard and Voldermort capitalized upon it but only the timely intervention of Dumbledore saved him. And the injured dark lord had retreated.

Dumbledore succumbed to his injuries and his previous decaying curse. But before dying he talked with Harry in private and told him about the deathly hollows and gave him the resurrection stone and had asked him to disarm the headmaster, thus Harry obtained the allegiance of the elder wand.

It was then that he delivered shocking news, apparently the vampire with Voldermort was no ordinary vampire but the first vampire, the eldest of them all, the one from whom all the vampires have come forth and hence he was truly immortal. And then the old wizard breathed his last.

-Flashback ends-

Harry had immediately left, yet again. He knew he could not fight both Voldermort and the elder vampire. He had left England. After a few days he was joined by Fawkes , who didn't bond with Harry as a familiar but was probably there to aid him as Dumbledore's last wish. He knew he required more training, more knowledge to beat his foes . He then looked for magic that Voldermort had not explored and even some he was unaware of and as such He had then sought out Olivander and had requested him to teach him the art of wand crafting , something the ancient wizard was reluctant to do , but he was not the same brash and fool Harry potter , he was a more cunning and sneaky Harry potter . Silver tongue was one thing he had developed after the merging off souls. And as such he had been able to convince Olivander to teach him and Harry had become a good wand crafter in just two years

Then he had travelled to Sweden, and took temporary shelter in an all wizarding town in Sweden. There Harry had for the first time saw wizards using staffs. And it had intrigued him. He had then sought out a master to teach him. And the stiff wizard had taught him how to use one, along with how to use a sword. But Harry was not of strong built and as such he wasn't very good at it.

After staying there for a year He should have left Sweden but he needed to lay low and also plan his next move . But then the art of making ships had got his attention and interest . after all legends like flying Dutchmen were based on wizarding ships , he remembered the ship in which dumstrang students had arrived , and as such he had decided to pursue it . He knew it was not a skill that would aid him in his goal but he did it none the less. After 4 months with a bit of gold he had built his own ship,the huge ship which can reach to fifty knots , armed with magical canons .

But like every good thing , his time at Sweden and his ship came to an end when the death eaters had attached the town square . Harry had to flee to France and fortune had smiled upon him again as in France he had met the Flamels, living out the last years of their lives after the destruction of their philosopher's stone .

It was here that he had obtained the access to all those obscure and ancient tomes which the Flamel's had claimed were considered a thousand year old even when they were young. There weren't that many tomes, but they all contained very complex magic and as such his progress with them was slow . but one day Nicholas had informed him that Voldermort's presence was spreading even in France and as such Harry should leave France . They had allowed him to take their books with them along with the last three vials of the elixir of life.

Harry had at the age of twenty two ,then left Europe altogether, Voldermort's rein was getting wider every day. He had travelled across the pond and approached a group of shamans he knew about from Voldermort's knowledge . The chief of shamans had refused to teach Voldermort and had even been able to banish him. And as such he wanted to learn this magic , another magic that Voldermort didn't know. He knew the shamans wouldn't have taught him either and as such he had conjured a plan.

He had captured a verpula , one of the deadliest magical snake and had convinced it to attack the tribe when the elders were away . And the snake had struck , while it was no basilisk , it still was enough to scare the wits out of children and women , who were clearly not the warriors or that good at magic. And as planned it was then that Harry had made his entry and had commanded the velpora to halt and well , he had killed it too.

When the elders and chief of the tribe returned and upon learning of everything that had transpired , he had offered Harry a boon, anything he desired . Grinning inwardly at his success, he had asked the chief to teach him all kind of magic the shams knew , the chief and rest of the elders had been uncomfortable with this but apparently they took life debts and oaths very seriously .

And thus had begun Harry's training in shamanic magic, elemental magic that would make Dumbledore and Voldermort's duel at ministry look like a first year squabble . Soul magic and the most useful art ; potions. He had gotten the shock of his life when he had seen the advancement the wizards of America had made in potions . they were years ahead of their eastern brethren . he had even collected the potion ingredients and the seed to grow them and stored them in his trunk under stasis charm .

It was here that Hedwig was injured , though Harry had healed her with Fawkes tears , he had realized the danger that Hedwig was constantly in and as such his next step was not to strengthen himself but Hedwig also . He knew there was a ritual that would not only give Hedwig more powers but will also make her invulnerable . Hedwig was his constant in the wizarding world and he couldn't bear loosing her.

He hand then went on mission to acquire the necessary ingredients for the ritual, he had hunted down a Nemean lion in Greece and salvaged its impenetrable pelt. He had then captured a Gorgon , alive . Obtaining reem's blood was the easiest, although getting dragon's blood was a bit difficult. he had then went on one of the most dangerous mission of his life , capturing a Raiju , a beast in the shape of a fox , composed entirely of lightening and the only reason he was able to capture it was with fwakes help , as both the mythical creature had fought , Raiju giving a cry that sounded like thunder and it was almost a tie when Harry had intervened and captured it. and lastly he had captured a pure yeti , the creatures control over ice was astounding . He had used one of the three vials of elixir of life for the Ritual . But the most difficult was obtaining the blood of a unicorn willingly , otherwise the ritual would not be as powerful . And for that Harry had taken a risk and returned to Hogwarts , and fortunately the pack of unicorns remembered him as one who had tried to help a dying unicorn back in his first year and had given him a vial of blood willingly . And lastly he had asked fawkes to aid him in the ritual, as a medium of transfer of power during the ritual otherwise Hedwig would have not been able to contain that much magic and power

The result was obvious too , Hedwig had turned into an avian very similarly to Fawkes , the only difference was that her feathers were pure white , with an ethereal Silver glow to her ; a result of willingly given unicorn blood.. She was invulnerable to all attacks , magical or mundane thanks to the Nemean lion's pelt. Reem's blood had giver her strength and stamina which Harry had later realized was even more than Fawkes. But unlike Fawkes , she was now a creature of ice and lightening gained from the sacrifice of the yeti and raiju . Hedwig could summon a snow blizzard , could lower the temperature to many degrees below zero , could whip up a storm similar to a thunderbird . And lastly , as a result of fwakes and unicorn's blood , Hedwig was also immune to the killing curse , which Harry was too glad for . It was years after that Harry had discovered that just like a gorgon , tears from her left eye , which possessed a grayish color was the most lethal venom available , even more lethal than basilisk venom and even Fawkes tears could not counter it , the only antidote was Hedwig's tears from the right eye , which were of golden color and capable of curing and poison ,disease or heal every defect in one's body .

It was then that Harry was contemplating his next move when he had thought about a secret settlement of monks in Tibet. They were very careful and as such there were wards over that place to ensure than if anyone wanted to enter they have to leave all of their belongings outside , even their weapons, wands included. But Harry had considered the gamble necessary .

He was immediately accepted as a student , as very rarely does anyone abandons everything in their quest of knowledge . This venture was the most profitable for Harry . Here , first he had learn mind arts, while the monks had commented that Harry's mind was very powerful , they had taken him to another level . They had trained him to use his mind as a foci . his senses had honed , his memory had literally quadrupled and lastly he had learned how to use his eyes as a foci for magic. To cast imperious curse , cruciatic curse and instilling fear in the mind of others just by looking in their eyes .

His next part of training was healing, the monks were the best healers in the world . Voldermort was a crappy healer and as such Harry had crammed every bit like a hungry child . He was proud to say that now he could have healed even Dumbledore after the battle with his skills.

It was here that he had successfully completed his Animagus transformation ; with the help of a very helpful ritual, the monks had assured him that his form will be of a magical animal. And true to their words he had turned into a direwolf. A giant 7 feet tall direwolf, with black fur and impenetrable skin . the benefit of the ritual was that the powers of his animagus form was available to him , even in his human form

Next step of his training was martial arts , an Aryan wizard who said he was a master of karapatayum; the father of all martial arts, it had taken Harry two years to master every form of weapon and many hand to hand combats. But the he had found one thing that came to him as naturally as flying ; Archery .

His trainer had commented that it was as if he was the reincarnation of some ancient magical archer. Harry could even shoot bulls eyes with his eyes closed . so happy was his trainer with this skill that he had given him a bow. The bow was magical , if one pulls the string then an arrow would materialize , made up of light and the arrows even defied laws of physics , like gravity . he had then given him a coin. A coin that had weird symbols on it and had told him to take it to the goblin king in Russia and tell him to teach him everything about weapon forging , wards and enchantments and crafting and he had assured Harry that they would comply with it .

After five years he had left the monks with a parting gift ; a vial of elixir of life .

His next destination as Russia. He had approached the goblin king and had given him that coin. The gobbling had asked Harry, '' what service do you require?''.

And Harry had asked him to teach him every art , magic or non magic known to the goblin kind. The gobbling had been furious at that but had agreed to his demands nonetheless . it was there that Harry had received the greatest shock of his life . he had come face to face with an old friend , perhaps the only one of his Hogwarts mate that was alive; Neville Longbottom . He had been working in forge of goblins . He had changed a lot , already during the battle of Hogwarts Neville had grown a lot , both in terms of power and physique but the goblins had improved him further in a way; six and a half feet. Broad shoulders, huge bulging biceps . every inch of his body was covered by muscles.

Upon enquiring, Neville had informed him that was a slave to the goblin kingdom now. Apparently Voldermort had sold Neville to the goblins in return for something after he was taken captured during the battle of Hogwarts.

Harry had blamed himself for Neville's imprisonment and enslavement, but Neville had argued otherwise.

Harry had stayed there for the next three years and he had learned from the goblins many things . in those years he had gotten to know Neville better. He had mastered the art of forging magical weapons, jewelry ; both enchanted and mundane , a lot more ruins , warding and curse breaking . He had also learned how to make magical buildings , but he wasn't as good as Neville in that.

It was then that Harry had discovered that Neville wasn't a weak wizard , he was in fact a siphoner . Siphoners, are a subsection of wizards born a rare power allowing them to siphon off from other magical sources but the cost was that their magic was weak , despite having a huge magical core . but Harry had told him to keep it a secret as siphoners were considered abominations by many magical communities despite being born with their abilities and face harsh treatments when discovered.

He knew he could not leave Neville behind and as such before leaving he had all but demanded the goblin leader to free him , offcourse the goblins had refused , but when Harry had offered Rowena Ravenclaw's diadem in return they had agreed to it .

The duo had stayed in the muggle world for the next five years, during which Harry had gone through all the tomes given to him by Flamels which surprisingly contained the journal of the witch, Diana. The one who had turned her son into the first vampire .he had taken up studying architecture as well as cooking . it was during this period that he had discovered that his mother was a good musician and singer , the drive to have something common with his mother drove him to learn musical instruments and singing . He was an extremely great flutist and was good with a guitar and piano . He was also surprised with this development and extremely happy to inherit something other than his eyes from his mother . he had then recalled what headmaster Dumbledore had said in his first year

'aah music , a magic beyond all we do here'

And then Harry had looked for magic related to music and was surprised by what he had found. Apparently with a fcertain runes you can use music and musical instruments much like a foci of a weak imperius curse or any other particular magic

There had been even a wizard in ancient India , Tansen, the Hindustani classical singer in the court of the Mughal king Akbar, was capable of making it rain or set things on fire with his singing . offcourse Harry was nowhere near that level , but he could do magic through his flute, with a runic set engraven in it and effect the mood of people , make them go thrugh the emotions same as him , he had tried it out on muggles many times .

He had then performed the most dangerous ritual , created by himself , since he had the basilisk venom and phoenix tears in his bloodstream already , after convincing Fawkes he had performed a ritual , absorbing the powers of Phoenix , a Thunderbird , a Dementor.

From the Dementor he had obtained the ability to exclude an aura of fear and coldness when ever he was angry. He was able to fly for a short distance , but not at great speed . He could look into someone's mind for their worst memory or fear and make them relive it , he could turn water into ice , and blood too.

And from the thunderbird he had received the death aura , when excluding this aura , most of his enemies were rendered so afraid that they couldn't even twitch a muscle , his war cry as a result would render most men unconscious and a storm would brew if he were to roar to the sky . He could summon storms and lightening .

From Fawkes he had obtained immense control over fire and he could travel like a phoenix , but the greatest asset was the compulsion in his voice , that attracted people to him and the calming effect of his voice , Neville had once remarked that his voice was more effective than a calming draught . overall as a result of this whenever he would sing or play flute , he could generate whatever emotion he wish to inside his listeners , from hope to despair , from sorrow to happiness . he knew if he were to address an army , they would fight till their last breath for him if he so desired them to.

Neville too had pursued his passion , he possessed what is known as the green thumb , he was good with plants , magical and mundane alike . Harry had given him tomes from which he had learned how to grow trees and crops instantly with magic , how to turn a barren land into lush green fertile land . he was a proficient healer also , thanks to Harry's tutelage and with Harry's training he had turned into a very formidable warrior was able to defeat a dozen wizards at once , as Harry had gone ahead to train him in physical combat too , Neville was proficient in the use of all kinds of weapons , he could easily wield a greatsword with one hand which most won't be able do with both hands . Also apparently Fawkes had bonded with Neville .

But one night when Harry was out collecting a rare flower on a full moon night , he was ambushed by some werewolves , he was caught unaware, as these werewolves were bigger , way stronger and faster than any of their kind Harry had ever seen before and they were about to kill him when Neville had intervened and had saved him. But was bitten by many of them before Harry had conjured Fiendfire and driven them away.

But Neville was extremely hurt and had begged Harry to end him as he didn't want to live as a werewolf. It was then that Neville had performed the ritual , the same ritual that had created the first vampire , to prevent his body from going into the stage of transformation into a werewolf.

But Harry had tweaked the ritual a bit , as he had broken the ritual into arithmetic variables and had added the elixir of life into the equation and used his last batch of elixir of life . And result was that Neville became the first werewolf-vampire hybrid; powers of both kinds including inhuman strength and speed, well protected and highly intellectual mind , the power of compulsion and none of their weakness.

He was immune to both silver and wood. He was not bound by the curse of the moon and the sun. But the biggest boon was due to the use of elixir of life , which was that he did not have a need to feed on blood .

They had experimented with Neville's power for a while . It was a known fact only a wizard can be transformed into a vampire or a werewolf by a bite , and if a muggle is bitten , then he just dies before the transformation is complete .

Neville could produce both vampire and werewolf venom . his blood on the other hand was like phoenix's tears ; it could cure any injury . His vampire venom was lethal to werewolves and also the other way round. If he bit anyone they would turn into while his blood was in their body, then that wizard would turn into a hybrid. And if he bit a muggle, with his blood in their system then in both the cases , instead of dying the muggle's strength , speed , agility and reflexes would increase tenfold, not as strong as a vampire , but still way ahead of even the strongest and fastest muggle. But the downside was , they would be rendered unable to procreate further .

Also he could convert wizards into both vampires and werewolves, here too the hybrid was better than both parent species . while the elder vampire can compel anyone , including even other vampires; the primary reason why the elder vampire was so feared . And the werewolves have a certain sire bond with the one who bit them . combine them , then the vampires or werewolves made by him were extremely loyal to him foregoing any previous notions and allegiances , the muggles even more so.

Harry had felt that Neville was too powerful now , an immortal wizard, with superhuman speed , strength and reflexes , who was skilled in use of almost all weapons , though not as strong a wizard as Harry earlier , after his transformation, he had a vast amount of magical core at his disposal and though he was not as strong as Harry in magical prowess , he was quite close and it was a good thing that Harry's animagus form made him almost equal in terms of strength in his human form though nowhere near as strong as him, the only relief Harry had was that in his animagus form he was almost as fast as Neville .

Plus he was an exceptionally good at forging magical weapons, Enchantments, wards and curse breaking and was an amazing builder. he had said that he could build a castle like Hogwarts in about six months with a small labor, he could also create an army of loyal immortals; vampires , werewolves and hybrids.

Harry had a good enough reason to worry so he had formed a plan and had guilt tripped him a bit , leaving clues here and there , told him the story of Severus Snape and his betrayals to both Voldermort and Dumbledore . He had then told him the story of Peter Pettergrew, that had done the trick ; Neville had made an unbreakable wow to serve him loyally forever , off course Harry had refused vehemently at first but he was glad with the success of his schemes .

That was how much Harry had changed , there was a time when Harry would have never tricked anyone like this ,or like the way he had tricked the shamans or goblins least of all his friend ,nor had the wits or resources to do the same. but in the past eighteen years he had changed in many ways . were he was once repulsed by the murders committed by Voldermort and his death eaters , now he was certain he had killed way more people than even Voldermort . he had mastered the dark arts , even the unforgivable and now he had a thirst to prove his supremacy in every field to anyone .

And only then had he returned to England .

"I have located him Harry, he is in the death chamber in the department of mysteries " said a voice of his loyal companion from behind and brought him out of his musings and Harry turned to see him. A few feet away stood Neville . He approached Neville and put his hand on his shoulder and in a burst of fire they both vanished .

They appeared inside the death chamber and immediately they spotted Voldermort standing inside a runic circle , along with some hundred of his death eaters . Neville and Harry looked at each other and both nodded as they attacked the death eaters , Harry while immune to most magic thanks to his animagus form and the ritual which he had performed where he had absorbed the essence of dementor , thunderbird and fwakes

Whereas Neville took a more brutal approach, he was too fast for anyone to track and any spell directed at him were either absorbed by him or deflected of his mithril armour. He cut through them using his great sword , Swinging it with so much skill and power that it cut many in half . So when some 20 minutes later aurrors , unspeakable and some ministry officials arrived , all the death eaters , or what remained of their bodies were sprawled on the ground .

Seeing his elite force of deatheaters completely annihilated put the dark lord on edge as he regarded both the original candidates of the prophecy and he gave a slight nod and a figure , so fast that he was a blur raced towards Harry ptter , but was intercepted by Neville Longbottom , who threw him back surprising both Voldermort and the ancient being .

The elder vampire stood up and regarded Perseus warily fighting and then they both fought , both of them were a blur , too fast for anyone to keep track of their movement but if the ancient vampire was like an arrow , the Longbottom heir was like a bullet . Both were utterly powerful, they crushed walls with their punches ., if the former possessed the strength of a dragon , Neville seemed to be made of diamond, unfazed by his attacks . Quickly it became evident that Neville was not only faster but also way stronger as the next moment he had snapped his neck and bit him throwing his tattered body of the ancient being inside the runic circle, who much to Voldermort's astonishment started to disintegrate

And the Harry and Voldermort faced each other , his ritual still incomplete . They both fought like demons , the ground shook beneath them , the air was saturated by the powerful magic of the two mages , destroying everything around them , unleashing magic that the remaining order members and aurors were in awe of . so great were their powers that even centuries after the fight , it would be regarded as the greatest duel to ever take place.

And then Harry got the upper hand and killed the dark lord with the very spell he was so fond of , immunity from which had made Harry famous as a babe , but just as the spell hit the dark lord , another killing curse hit Harry and he knew no more as his dead body was flung towards the veil of death just as the runic circle drawn by Voldermort got charged due to the death of the ancient vampire and the powerful wizard started glowing golden .

He lay facedown, listening to the silence. He was perfectly alone. Nobody was watching. Nobody else was there. He was not perfectly sure that he was there himself.

A long time later, or maybe no time at all, it came to him that he must exist, must be more than disembodied thought, because he was lying, definitely lying, on some surface. Therefore he had a sense of touch, and the thing against which he lay existed too.

Almost as soon as he had reached this conclusion, Harry became conscious that he was naked. Convinced as he was of his total solitude, this did not concern him, but it did intrigue him slightly. He wondered whether, as he could feel, he would be able to see. In opening them, he discovered that he had eyes.

He lay in a bright mist, though it was not like mist he had ever experienced before. His surroundings were not hidden by cloudy vapor; rather the cloudy vapor had not yet formed into surroundings. The floor on which he lay seemed to be white, neither warm nor cold, but simply there, a flat, blank something on which to be.

He sat up. His body appeared unscathed. He touched his face. He was not wearing glasses anymore.
Then a noise reached him through the unformed nothingness that surrounded him . For the first time, he wished he were clothed. Barely had the wish formed in his head than robes appeared a short distance away. He took them and pulled them on. They were soft, clean, and warm. It was extraordinary how they had appeared just like that, the moment he had wanted them.

He stood up, looking around. Was he in some great Room of Requirement? The longer he looked, the more there was to see. A great domed glass roof glittered high above him in sunlight. Perhaps it was a palace. All was hushed and still Harry turned slowly on the spot, and his surroundings seemed to invent themselves before his eyes. A wide-open space, bright and clean, a hall larger by far than the Great Hall, with that clear domed glass ceiling. It was quite empty. He thought that he was the only person there when he heard a voice

"Hello Harry"

He spun around. Albus Dumbledore was walking toward him, sprightly and upright, wearing sweeping robes of midnight blue.

"Harry." He spread his arms wide, and his hands were both whole and white and undamaged. "You wonderful boy. You brave, brave man. Let us walk."

Stunned, Harry followed as Dumbledore strode away, leading him to two seats that Harry had not previously noticed, set some distance away under that high, sparkling ceiling. Dumbledore sat down in one of them, and Harry fell into the other, staring at his old headmaster's face. Dumbledore's long silver hair and beard, the piercingly blue eyes behind half-moon spectacles, the crooked nose: Everything was as he had remembered it. And yet . . .

"But you're dead," said Harry.

"Oh yes," said Dumbledore matter-of-factly.

"Then . . . I'm dead too?"

"Ah," said Dumbledore, smiling still more broadly. "That is the question, isn't it? On the whole, dear boy, I think not."

They looked at each other, the old man still beaming.

"Not?" repeated Harry.

"Not," said Dumbledore.

"But . . ." Harry said,"I was hit by a killing curse and was flung towards the veil "

"Yes, one of the aurrors was a Voldermort's sympathizer , and upon seeing the dark lord about to loose he fired the killing curse at you "

"So I am dead, well ironic isn't , I too was flung in the veil , like serius" HARRY REPLIED

"Aah you see you could have returned back even after being hit by the killing curse , you see while the hurcrux inside you was absorbed by your soul , the connection between you and tom still existed . the killing curse severed that connection" he explained

"So I can go back" Harry asked

"Yes , thanks to your friend , you didn't fall through the veil, but he did unfortunately " Dumbledore said

"What " Harry asked in shock

"Yes you were almost sent through the veil but Neville came in between and saved you , but the momentum and the close vicinity to the veil pulled him in"

"So he is dead" Harry said dejectedly

"No"

"What" Harry asked in shock

"As much as I am loathe to admit it Harry , you had achieved true immortality , well not you but Neville " Dumbledore said

"I thought the elder vampire was immortal too" Harry said

"Aah that , no Harry he wasn't . he could have been killed too , the weapon with the potential was always there , no one just realized it . While the werewolf venom could only cause him excruciating pain , but the combination of the venoms of all thirteen bloodlines of werewolves was the answer to his demise ." Dumbledore said . Harry looked thoughtful when he said

"So the werewolves that bit Neville , were they.." Harry started speaking when Dumbledore said

"Yes they were the chiefs of each bloodline and Neville would not have survived the transformation , but then you performed the ritual, I must admit that outcome was one I had never taken into consideration when I had helped to create that ritual. His body was strengthened to withstand the transformation and he became the first ever hybrid, stronger than both parent species . but even in this outcome , he should have gone mad with power, blood lust and his two sides would have fought each other , destroying him in process . But you altered the ritual , you see it is a sacrificial ritual and the sacrifice to gain all the powers was the blood lust and certain weakness. But you used the elixir of life and offered it as a sacrifice and magic felt it more than equal ."

"you have come a long way Harry , you created a perfect specimen with the proper balance of both species plus his ability to perform magic as a hybrid is a magical being with Souce of magic to siphon from . You Harry potter really defeated death . but death always gets it's due and now your friend is gone" he finished. But after a few moments of silence Harry suddenly spoke

"You said gone , what do you mean, you said earlier that he wasn't dead"

"No , as I said, he isn't. do you know what the veil of death is" he asked and when Harry shook his head he continued

"It is death personified , anyone who goes through it , he simply dies and his soul is reborn , just what happens when a person dies any other way . it's a cycle. One stage after another ."

"I sense a but coming" Harry said

"But your friend was truly immortal and such he simply arrived at the next stage with his body , mind and powers intact." Dumbledore answered

"Where" Harry asked after some time.

"Oh somewhere, the runic circle drawn by Voldermort was to send him to a different world , but the death of the elder charged it , just before Neville went through the veil "he replied and then continued "you can either go back or you can follow your friend"

Harry thought about if for some time , he knew there was no one actually waiting for him back , all his friends and family were dead, for the last decade he had only one purpose ; to become powerful and defeat Voldermort. Now he really lacked purpose . Perhaps this new adventure will give him that . But he has to be careful , he would be alone in this new world

"Will I retain my powers" he asked death

"Yes , but you will be reborn in another body" he answered causing Harry to think a bit, it would be terrible going through childhood again , but maybe he could also enjoy his childhood this time. He then said

"You said that Neville arrived there with his mind, body and powers intact, what about me then, I will get a new body , I will retain my powers but what about my mind will I retain my memories"

"You are indeed sharp , But no , during rebirth the soul is cleansed of it's previous memories. Some remember , but only snippets, never whole ." he replied and Harry just looked at him with narrow eyes and then he said

"What do you want"

"What" Dumbledore asked in surprise

"Oh come on , you are not Dumbledore , you definitely want something , otherwise you could have just told me to go back . but no you want me to follow perseus . but that is not your main agenda . what is it do you want and who the hell are you?"Harry asked and Dumbledore smiled and said

"Ahh so you figured it out, well I am not Dumbledore , I am death and I have not form , I am not a diety or a god , I am just a phenomenon . A stage of life. And as for what I want , well I want the deathly hollows back"

"Why? And even if that's what you want , just go get it" Harry asked

"Well if it were that simple I would have gotten them long ago , but I have no form , I cannot manifest in any form and specially not in the mortal realm, whisper into the ears of mortals from time to time , yes. But that is it. As for your other question, well those items are extremely powerful. A stone that can call forth the shades of dead , in the wrong hands it could be very dangerous. Then the cloak , it literally shields one from death , abet temporarily. The wand while not as dangerous but still it amplifies one's attacks and is suitable for every branch of magic." Dumbledo-death said and then continued

"And you are their master , and even in your next life , you will bear the mark of the tittle of MASTER OF DEATH , and these artifacts will follow you and you alone"

Harry listened patiently and realized what it was that death wanted said

"Very well , I will like to bargain"

This got his attention and he said

"Go on"

"The cloak, I will give up the cloak for me to retain my memories and knowledge as well as powers ,both inherited and acquired plus you will allow me to bring one person along with me plus one atrifact" Harry said but the entity rebuffed by saying

"No , unacceptable , a physical thing cannot be allowed from one stage to another .In return for the cloak , you can either choose to retain your powers and memories or you can retain your body but loose your powers and memories . I will allow you to be accompanied by anyone of your choice to this life "

"Well then , let me sweeten the deal , I will give up the cloak and stone for my memories and knowledge as well as powers both inherited and acquired along with my body plus you will allow me to bring one person along with me, and no I won't give up the wand" Harry said but seeing the reluctance from death personified as Dumbledore he said again .

"You cannot retain your body , it's not that I am against it personally , but you won't be able to make this journey with your body intact , it's not that powerful .

"Ohk tell you what , my final offer , I will give up the knowledge of the ritual of making vampires, along with the cloak and stone. In return you will allow me to retain my magic and other powers , both inherited and acquired , which includes my animagus form , my ability to flame travel , my control over elements along with my memory . plus you will allow me to take one companion with me who you will allow me to talk to before I make this journey. In addition to that you will allow Hedwig and Fawkes to accompany me and Neville respectively and tell me about this world as much as you can and allowing me and my companion to see where and when I will arrive , And that is my final offer"

After contemplating it for a while he responded by saying

"Well that is acceptable, except that you will not retain your animagus form" he said with a sigh

"But you just said that I will retain all my powers, the direwolf is my other half , it's a part of me " Harry shouted

"I understand , but your new body will not body will not be able to handle the transformation , already there is only one child in this world who has a magic core big to sustain your magic and powers , but not your Animagus form , you can transform only once and that will allow you to retain the powers you received due to your animagus form , both ultra human strength and speed , accelerated healing due to increased metabolism and sharp senses " he replied but seeing that Harry was still angry and thinking he might call off the deal tried to placate him and said

"I will however compensate you, your family in this world has a long history with direwolves and you too shall get a direwolf companion , I will ensure that ."

"Very well, I accept" Harry said

"To tell you about this world. Instead of telling you about the known world, I will give you hints about the places that are still shrouded in mystery. Well the first is a land known as Ashai; the land of shadow mages , they are very few in number but they are pretty powerful. The Asshai'i are well versed in witchcraft and wizardry, and have a language of their own, used in their spells. It was The birthplace of dragons and the only magical settlement, but it is so cut off from the rest of the world that people know next to nothing about it; the next is Valyria ; Valyria, also called Old Valyria, is a ruined city in Essos. It is a long-dead city of wonderment, and was once the capital of a great empire called the Valyrian Freehold. It was destroyed by a cataclysmic event known as the Doom of Valyria, the smoke still rises from the volcanoes there and it is toxic and as such anyone who ventures there , never return. Then there is Sothorys ; the land of all the magical beasts of this world. And lastly the north; the land of wild magic but the place with maximum concentration of magic. The only place where you won't need to even charge the Wardstone as the earth will keep it charged ." he answered

"Anything else" Harry asked

"Well once a very powerful wizard gained immortality , but in doing so he lost his physical form and his soul was scattered across the abyss, he still whispers to some and soon people formed a religion around him. Also once a man appeased me and made deal with me , they sacrificed their identity and I gave him the power of metamorphagus among others and they are till date the best group of assassins, be wary of them"

"What are they called "

"ohh you will know , or they will know of you , after all you still carry the mark of being my master" he said and waved his hand and dobby appeared before and rushed towards him and hugged him and after a moment he said

"Listen to me very carefully dobby, we will be arriving in a new world , I want you to remain invisible and not contact anybody unless I am capable of communicating with you "

"yes master Harry potter Sir , but how will I reach you , the servitude bond was broken after you dies " he said in a teary voice to which Harry looked the death who gave a nod and waved his hand and the surrounding shimmered and they now stood inside a small room , which looked like it was Build by grey stones , two men were talking in hushed tone . One appeared to be in his early twenties , he was tall with broad shoulders, brown hair and grey eyes and was quite worried .

The other one was a bald old men who wore grey robes and a chain of links made up of various metals around his neck, Harry was knowledge and wisdom in his eyes. He found both of them weird but he sensed the tension in the ambiance of the room and when the young man looked behind Harry and Harry turned to look where he was looking he found the source of all the tension and worry .

There lying on a small bed under the covers of heavy fur was a toddler , he looked extremely pale , his lips were blue and on the chair on the side of the bed was a lady , who was in tears and was knitting something with haste . Then the young man , who Harry guessed was the father of the child asked the old man

"Are you certain nothing could be done Luwin ?"

"I am afraid no my lord, the boy is already in the grasp of the Stranger , it is only a matter of when the Stranger claims him . I have never heard of any fever like this my Lord , first his body heats up so much , it's like touching fire and then it cools down so much as if instead of blood , ice runs through his veins , and I am baffled by this my lord , he was a healthy babe , one of the healthiest I have ever seen , for him to suddenly fall ill like this , it's as if the stranger was asked to take him personally ."

As the old man , Luwin went on , the lady started crying more and more and by the time he finished the lady suddenly got up and place whatever she was knitting by the toddler's side and moved towards the room . She strode past the two men, tears in her eyes and left the room.

The man looked at her retreating for and then at the toddler with unshed tears in his eyes and he said to Luwin

"Try your best Luwin , save him old friend" he said as Luwin bowed and left the room and Luwin started crushing some herbs and Harry asked the death

"I think when they said Stranger , they were referring to you "

"Yes , In every culture , in every religion one god is always present , the most feared , even races who do not believe in god believe in death . But death is the only certainty in life "

"The last enemy that shall be defeated is death " Harry said smugly

"Indeed , the motto of house Peverell , " he said

"So why show me all this ?" Harry asked

"Haven't you guessed , this is your new host"

"No " Harry shouted ," you said I will be reborn , if I take over this child , I will quite literally killing him , I will not do that to an innocent"

"You are partially correct , you see this child is already dying , the result of two powerful bloodlines merging for the first time in history , both contradictory in nature of magical genes they carry , thus this peculiar fever , but if your soul and magic were to merge with the already existing soul and magic , it will not only survive but the resulting soul and magic will be stronger than both the original ones ."

"Well at least I have a loving family , a mother who was worried so much about her child and a father who clearly loves me , plus the old man called him lord , so I will be born a noble , works for me I guess" Harry replied to which the Death gave a challenging smile which looked out of place on Dumbledore's face .

"So you accept ?" he asked

"Yes" Harry answered just as thunder rumbled outside and lightning flashed illuminating the whole room in blue light for a moment startling Luwin .

"well , your familiar is already here , so is your elf , better get this over with because the more time you take , more difference will be there between your arrival and that of Neville's" he said and Harry knew no more . he could only feel intense heat and cold fighting for dominance and crushing him and suddenly it all suddenly merged in a protective cocoon around him and then he opened his eyes .

So guys what do you think. i already have penned down another GOT AND HP crossover along with a PJ AND GOT crossover .

Tell me what do you think of this story , do you think it's a fine idea? Any queries about the story just ask me in the review . And any suggestion you have , then also please tell me .

Any guesses where harry is born as whom ? and what about Neville where is he ?

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PS- Some part of this story is from Teufel1987's Story "The Rise of Wizard" , with his permission.

-Valar Morghulis