UNFETTERED

A freed Harry Fanfiction

Harry Potter is given a second Chance to correct his life after all that has gone wrong with it, unbound by the predilections of Fate and Destiny.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters. This is J.K. Rowling's world. I'm just a passer through.

PROLOGUE: THE VOICE

POTTER MANOR

AUGUST 12, 2164.

He sat in his study, thinking back all that he had suffered through for the past 183 years. He had defeated Voldemort, not once but several times around. As bad as that had been, the first two times without a body, the third time by sheer luck and the final defeat had been with his own death.

It had been that final time that had been the real killer. With Ron and Hermione, he had gone around collecting and destroying Voldemort's Horcruxes. But that wasn't the end of it.

Because he had possessed and used all three Deathly Hallows, he had become the new Master of Death, a title he had learned about after the Battle was over.

Flashback

Harry was sitting on his rock by the Black Lake after the defeat of Voldemort. He remembered seeing Ron and Hermione kiss in the Entrance Hall and it had torn him up inside. After being gone for so long, abandoning them, she had just taken him back and all that Harry had done to keep them together and on task was nothing. He couldn't deny it, he was miserable.

That's when he felt a presence come up beside him as he sat there.

"Sorry. I don't feel much like talking right about now." he had said without even looking over.

"My apologies, Master, but I thought it best I introduce myself now." a young girl's voice said.

"I'm not your master. I'm just Harry." he had protested as he looked over at her.

She was a young looking girl with a pixieish face and long black, almost purple hair. She was dressed in a flowing black, hooded cloak with the hood down and looking at him with a touch of surprise at his exclamation.

"My apologies, Harry, but you are my Master in a manner of speaking." she replied.

"Huh?" he had blurted out.

"You are owner of the cloak, the stone and the wand, as well as being an immortal." she had told him.

"What do you mean an Immortal?" he demanded.

"When you were bitten by the Basilisk and Fawkes saved you with his tears, you became something else. You will age up to a point, then it will stop. I will teach you more about it later. But the other thing is that you are the owner of the Deathly Hallows. You walked out into the forest and faced your own death with courage to defeat an evil unlike any other, not knowing that you would come back. That takes courage and you proved that you had learned the true lesson of mortality. All of these things combine to make you the Master of Death. That doesn't mean I am a servant, but a friend if you choose." she had explained.

"Why does this always happen to me?" he had complained as his head dropped into his hands.

"Cheer up, Harry. It could be worse." she had said carefully.

Harry had started to ask how when it dawned on him that that might not be such a good idea. Then he had another thought.

"Well, if we're going to be friends, what's your name. I can't go around calling you Death."

"Why would you want to know my name? Why would you all me a friend? So many of your kind are afraid of me!" Death demanded.

"That is because they have been taught to be afraid of you, to see your coming as an ending of life." Harry offered.

"Do you not see me in this way?" Death asked in surprise.

"Not really. If you think about it, I walked out into the forest fully prepared to meet you. I even walked in your realm for a little bit. So what do I have to fear. Like Ignotius, I can easily see you as an old friend." Harry said as he sounded mature.

Death considered all that he was saying and she was forced to admit that he had the right outlook on the situation.

"Very well, Master. My name is Rayne. It is an old name." she said.

"Hello, Rayne, it's nice to meet you. I am Harry Potter." he said as he gave her his usual lop-sided friendly grin.

"It's nice to meet you, Master," she said as she looked at him.

"Rayne, I'm not your master. Just call me Harry. It's ridiculous to think that any mortal could be your master." he said.

"True. But you have made it to a place few ever do, even if you have become an immortal through no fault of your own. Not many people cam accept Death as you have. That makes you the master of your own soul." she explained.

"Sounds goo. So what am I going to do with all of this time?" he questioned.

"Anything you want to. You are only limited by your imagination." Death said.

Her words sparked off a whole new life for Harry from that day on.

He went on to study so may different subjects and create his own inventions as well as learn new crafts over the next Hundred years that it was incredible.

END FLASHBACK

As Harry sat there, contemplating his life up until now and everything that he had learned since the death of his best friend Hermione Weasley nee Granger, all he could think about was how he wished he had a second chance to make things right and the truth about his real soul-mate, not the public merry go round.

He had learned grown and become a true inventor and enchanter in his own right, but as he had learned, if he was alone then it truly was all for nothing.

That was the one regret he had out of all his current 183 years.

He had allowed himself to be miss-led by potions and lost his soul-mate through the greed and jealousy of another. Now all he had left was himself and the pain of that mistake.

All because he had allowed himself to be directed by Albus bloody Dumbledore.

"God, I wish I could change it!" he groaned as he let it all play in his head.

"Do you really wish that, Harry?" Rayne asked as she stepped out of the shadows in his office and a chill ran through the air.

"More than anything in the world. That bastard ruined my life." Harry said angrily.

"There might be a way for this to change." she suggested.

"I don't see how, Rayne. You and I both know you can't travel in time and un-do what's already been done. The consequences are catastrophic." he pointed out.

"That's true on this world, old friend. But there is an alternative open to us. I know the truth about Albus too many names Dumbledore as do you now and there is a way to prevent this from happening to you in another world." she told him.

"I'm all ears, Rayne." he said, quickly.

At this Death began to explain what she could.