[Disclaimer]

This is a work of fan fiction using characters, places and concepts from the Harry Potter and the Star Wars universes, over which I do not claim ownership. Harry Potter and Star Wars are trademarked and owned respectively by J. K. Rowling and Lucasfilm. This story is for entertainment only and is not part of the official story line of either worlds. No copyright infringement is intended.

[Author's Notes for the Story]

This will be a long story that will encompass a large period of time in the Star Wars universe. As such, there will be large gaps in time when time skips will occur and you'll only get a condensed version of what happened in the meantime. I'll do this so the story doesn't become boring, because if it does become boring then I'll also be bored with it and won't complete it. Even then, I may not complete it. I have several unpublished stubs scattered on my external hard drives, all of them starting out as a novel length fanfiction, all of them incomplete with only a few chapters written. If for some reason I decide that I won't or can't complete this story, you'll be notified and it will be put up for adoption so someone with greater skill and dedication may complete it.

Also, please, be forgiving of my grammatical or other errors, but I also ask you to notify me about them if you have the time. I am not a native English speaker and it was some years since my formal English education ended, and while in most situations I may come across as a somewhat skilled speaker and writer of the language, some of my tenses and grammatical structures are probably inaccurate.

I'm always open to constructive criticism since I know I'm not the most skilled writer and that I'm not perfect. However, I won't tolerate baseless hate! So dear haters, let it be known that I'll simply ignore your comments. I write this story for my own enjoyment and publish it on this site so others may also enjoy it. If you don't like my story then don't read it but then don't take the time to write your one-liner comment that it "sucks". If you find my grammar to be atrocious, but can't be bothered to point out my mistakes in a constructive review, please don't leave a "you don't know how to write in English" comment either. Thanks!

Also, I thought that I should warn you that for dates in the Star Wars Universe I'll use the "ARR" system which means "After the Ruusan Reformation". I do this because the most universal date system—which places the epoch at the time of the Battle of Yavin—would be meaningless in my story since the Battle of Yavin won't happen. Also, in dialogues, it would be strange if characters would tell the date in reference to an event that didn't happen yet.

The Depths of Despair

2134 AD
Black Townhouse, 12 Grimmauld Place, London, United Kingdom, Earth

Today was Harry Potter's 154th birthday and he acutely felt every year of his age despite looking the same as he was when becoming the Master of Death at the age of 17. He felt all those years since today was also the day the last of his loved ones died on.

Harry "celebrated" his birthday by sitting vigil over the deathbed of his best friend, Hermione Granger. She was the last one alive from his "family". The explanation to this is of course another Dark Lord.

Twenty-five years after Voldemort's demise, another Dark Lord surfaced in Magical Britain. This one pretentiously called himself Lord Indomitus and while he had great power, even greater than Voldemort at his height, he was far from indomitable. Sadly, for all his power, this Dark Lord didn't subscribe to the typical villainous grandstanding previous Dark Lords were known for. No, this one always struck from the shadows and had a serious axe to grind with Harry.

The result was a five-year game of cat-and-mouse during which Lord Indomitus systematically destroyed the Weasley and Potter families. It started with Fred and Ron when the store of Weasley Wizarding Wheezes was blown sky-high. Then came Molly and Arthur when the Burrow was similarly destroyed. Bill, Fleur and their daughter, Victorie, were killed during Christmas shopping in Diagon Alley. Hugo—Ron and Hermione's son—was poisoned in the Auror cafeteria inside the Ministry of Magic. Charlie was killed by a rampaging Hungarian Horntail after its cage mysteriously malfunctioned. Percy and his wife, Penelope, were killed in a "freak portkey accident". And Ginny—dear Ginny, Harry's beloved wife and the mother of his children—was killed by a masterfully sabotaged bludger during the season finale of her team, the Holyhead Harpies, when after the game ended, said bludger flew straight for her head and exploded on contact. Their children—James Sirius, Albus Severus and Lily Luna—were killed one by one while trying to chase down and kill the madman who murdered their mother in spite of Harry's pleas to leave the matter to him.

Only after only Harry and Hermione—who by that time never left Harry's side and helped him in his search for the Dark Lord—remained did Lord Indomitus show himself to Harry. Since he was unable to attack them covertly, he issued a challenge, which Harry accepted. The challenge was for Harry to face Indomitus in one-on-one magical combat on the grounds of Hogwarts which fortunately was empty because of the summer holidays. If Indomitus won, Harry would be forever imprisoned in a specially prepared tomb which negated all magic inside and would be sealed shut and buried hundreds of feet under the surface, and Hermione would be killed.

Of course Harry won the battle—though with great difficulty, despite using the Elder Wand—but by that time it was almost a moot point. Their loved ones were all dead and neither Harry nor Hermione could really move on. They never took another spouse or even entered a relationship. Though their own relationship became complicated over the years because of taking physical comfort in each other, they weren't a couple. They didn't really feel romantic love for each other, only a really close friendship, and they had sex only for the intimacy and comfort it offered them. It was also for this reason that they never entertained the thought of having children together. They both felt that they would betray their dead spouses and children by it and do a disservice to the children if they were born into this strange relationship.

As the years progressed and it became increasingly certain that Harry would not age further, their research into the effects of being the Master of Death took up more and more of their time. During this they ascertained that while Harry couldn't summon and command Death, nor could he resurrect the dead, he himself became immortal. At one point, when Hermione started to feel that her time amongst the living drew short, Harry even tried various methods of suicide, but it quickly became clear that he couldn't rejoin his dead family even by his own choice and hands. Adding to this despair was the fact that Hermione, his last remaining friend and loved one, finally died on his birthday and Harry could honestly say that he never felt more alone and hopeless.

Harry alone carried out his best friend's body to the private crypt built in the backyard of the Black Townhouse where her coffin and tomb was prepared weeks before. He gently laid her into the coffin, looking at her aged but still beautiful face and tenderly kissing her for the last time, then he closed the coffin and placed it into the tomb which he sealed shut afterwards. The tomb—like all the others housing his family members beside it—was lined with runes on the inside which would preserve the bodies lying within. Afterwards, Harry remained in the crypt to mourn for Hermione and the rest of his family, singing an old funeral hymn of the Potter family. There wasn't anyone left who could or would come to her funeral. All of their other friends died or broke contact after they became recluses following the death of their family.

Afterwards Harry sealed shut the crypt and it descended back to its resting place, 1000 feet under the surface where nothing could disturb the slumber of his dead and the shaft was covered with several doors made from steel and concrete every hundred feet up to the surface. Even if the Earth's surface was destroyed and scorched by a nuclear war, his loved ones would be safe in their final rest.

It was after Harry went back into the house and collapsed into his comfortable armchair in his study that it happened. The lights flickered and an unnatural wind picked up the loose parchments from Harry's desk then a shadowy figure started to materialize in the middle of the room. By this time Harry was on his feet, the Elder Wand in his hand, raised towards the figure, with its tip glowing red from the yet to be released stunner that was on Harry's mind. The figure slowly solidified and Harry's wand hand became limp when he recognized the form from numerous stories.

Death finally showed itself to its Master.

[Author's Notes for the Chapter]

Yes, I know it's short but this first chapter was only made to be an introduction, or as a sort of premise to my story. The next chapter, which should already be uploaded, is much longer. (This one was 1061 words, the next is 3266 words.)

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