Harry Potter first saw the man when he was seven years old. By that time, he knew there was something weird with him.

His relatives called him a freak when he did said things, but Harry paid no attention to them as they paid no attention to him unless they had to.

From a young age, Harry could do more things than a normal seven year old could, and not in the freakish sense. He could clean, garden, cook, and anything that a 'House Elf' in the magical world could do, just without magic.

So, he wasn't overly surprised to see a man that no one else could see. How he knew no one else saw him, well let's just say his Aunt almost hit him with another frying pan for talking 'nonsense' and 'lying' about said man made it very clear.

So, Harry watched and observed the man who seemed to be hanging around one of the old men that lived in the neighborhood. He was in his late 80's and lived with his granddaughter who worked at the hospital.

They were quite and often gave Harry concerned glances now and again (he suspected they were the ones that called Social Services every now and again when a bruise ended up on his face).

It surprised him, when the next day he looked out to spot an ambulance there instead of the man, his Aunt gossiping about how the old man there had died from a heart attack.

Harry connected the two very easily, even if no one else knew.

So, with that knowledge Harry tried to figure out what the man was, because to cause someone's death in such a natural way while being invisible meant that he might not be totally human.

At the very least, he didn't think so.

It surprised Harry, when three months later he saw the same man in the suit hanging around another old neighbors house looking at some sort of pocket watch that connected to the vest of his three-piece suit.

The seven year old (who was much smarter than a seven year old) debated on if he wanted to talk to the man or not.

But thinking that the man may leave soon with the answers he was seeking, the small raven-haired child stood up and dusted his hands from the garden dirt he was working with and made his way toward the man all the while keeping an eye out for his relatives.

The small child walked calmly toward the man who didn't seem to notice him, that was, until the green-eyes boy tugged softly, but noticeably, on the man's corner jacket.

Shocked gray, lifeless eyes met green and Harry felt like he somehow did something wrong. "Excuse me sir, I was just wondering what happened to Mr.Moore and why you disappeared after he went to heaven?" the small boy asked shly.

The tall man that seemed to be just over 40 but had eyes of centuries seemed to get over his shock, as a strange emotion Harry didn't recognize entered his eyes.

Harry didn't know that the look was fondness.

Almost gently, the man knelt in front of the child so they were the same height and cupped the boys hands into his own. "Hello Little Master, it seems your future is coming just a bit sooner than we expected. Especially for you to see me so young. I cannot answer your questions at this time, but know this, Little Master, never fear death. Death is a friend and will be very close to you in your future," the man spoke centuries ahead of his appearance and only seemed to confuse Harry even more.

"I don't understand," Harry admitted and the man seemed to give the small boy a fond, amused smile.

"No, I don't think you do," was all he said as he stood up slowly, "but I need to go now. My job awaits me. Just remember, death is never to be feared, but embraced like an old friend."

Harry didn't understand anything the man said, and he wasn't able to ask about it as the man disappeared the next day and Mrs.Williams had died.

So, Harry kept quiet about what he learned (even if he was confused about said acknowledge) and waited for any sort of sign of what sort of future was coming toward him.

He thought he understood when he was eleven and Hagrid had given him his Hogwarts letter and explained Voldemort, but at the same time it was also confusing.

Because Hagrid had explained the wizards and witches need wands to use magic, but Harry never needed a wand. He could unlock and lock his cupboard door easily and even summon a few things should he need in a rush.

He always felt in-tune with his magic, but the magic Hagrid was explaining to him was different, and Harry didn't know what to feel about being different in the wizardry world so he said nothing and got a wand.

It was until he was in second year and found the first golden snitch he caught in first year in Dumbledore's Office that he somewhat understood. Because while he always had this special connection to his cloak, he didn't think he should have the same connection to the snitch.

Which made him curious and he opened it to reveal a ring that, while felt slightly tainted, called out of him, like some sort of master.

Hesitantly, Harry gripped the ring and used the magic without a wand (as it was surprisingly stronger with no wand than with a wand) and felt the taint.

He was surprised when it felt like someone's soul, something he noticed when he was around nine and could tell when people would die and sometimes even how they died if it was supernatural.

Confused and slightly disgusted that someone had a piece of soul on a ring that was calling for his attention, he unknowingly called upon magic deep within him and the soul screamed as it was starting to be killed by Death's Magic.

Harry was confused at what was happening, but then happy when he noticed the taint off the ring. The ring itself seemed to be screaming for him to put it on, and after checking of any more traps and getting rid of them, Harry did just that.

The wind blew throughout the room and knocked over many things, even Fawkes seemed slightly disturbed by the wind as it cased around the room like some sort of power was just released.

Harry didn't notice this at all, all he felt was a feeling of home, and safe. Something he only felt at Hogwarts but so much more than that. It was like a protective, fond feeling. Like someone was watching over him and would be there should he need help.

Harry didn't understand the feeling until third year when Albus Dumbledore followed Remus Lupin out to the Shrieking shack at the insistence of Professor Snape.

Harry disarmed all wands from their masters except for his own and then demanded the story of Sirius Black's betray to be said.

Unknown except to the Headmaster, Harry became the master to the Elder Wand. And in doing so, became the Master of Death as he collected all three things that Death gave to three people. One, being Harry's ancestor that converted to the surname Potter instead.

It wasn't until afterward that the pulse of knowledge came to his head. It came so sudden and so intense that he whimpered in pain and fell over while clutching his head as it was assaulted with images and information.

When he woke, he found himself in the hospital wing with suddenly a different perspective of the world.

It felt...boring, yet had this taste of young and new beginnings.

But magic didn't seem as spectacular anymore, though it might've had to do with the fact that he know knew everything about magic and spells. Even ones classified as dark.

How the unforgivable curses were actually created for medical purposes. The Killing Curse for putting people out of their pain, the Cruciatus for giving those with damage nerve systems the ability to feel again with only a minute under the curse, and finally the Imperius to awaken brain dead, or brain-damaged people.

All three were not initially for dark purposes but for actually helping those in need. Created by Death himself when a small boy prayed for someone to help his parents and little sister that were in the hospital and no one could find a way to help them.

Death has helped the wizardry community a lot through the ages until Gwindleward who tried to conquer and control Death. Death didn't like that and went away from the wizardry world until he would die, which has still not happened.

As Harry looked at the world in a sudden new light, he examined Hogwarts and didn't like what he saw. He saw an old man that seemed controlling and liked things going his way as he fought Voldemort who he help create.

Then there was their backway thinking of Muggleborn and Purebloods because without Muggleborn how would Purebloods buy simple things as clothes as they deemed running those shops below them?

Then there was the lack of truth in the media and how the auror program was slowly becoming bad and how little trials were given to previous associated Death Eaters.

As Harry examined everything in a new light, he finally looked at his surroundings. But they were different.

Everything seemed frozen, in a state between life and death.

"I see you have unlocked your true self, My Little Master," a dark, gloomy man said to the right of Harry, seeming to be chewing on a piece of pizza.

"Over the ages I have seen many things that a normal person can not even comprehend. But I must admit, pizza is one of my favorite things that I am happy has been created. I do favor it even if I do not have to eat."

The cryptic wording and the way the man's eyes seemed so old, like it has seen both the beginning and end of the universe in all but a blink of an eye.

"You remind me of the man I saw when I was seven," Harry admitted and felt rather than saw the mans fondness toward him emerge in his aura.

"Yes, I do think I would remind you of some of my reapers," the man spoke almost fondly as he both spoke to Harry and about his Reaper.

The next several seconds were spent examining one another before Harry asked softly, "What was his name?"

"The Reaper you met was once named Ivan. I call them differently but don't mind that, just call him Ivan," the man said dismissively before focusing back onto Harry, "Now, what other questions might you have, My Little Master?"

Harry examined the figure in front of him, taking in the two piece suit he has, all black and how he was skinny with pale skin like he never saw the sun. The dark, slightly slicked back hair that revealed dark gray eyes, that were almost black but not quite.

If the man didn't have a jacket on, Harry was sure he would be able to see all the man's ribs as he seemed like he ate very little and was very skinny.

"What should I call you?" Harry finally asked.

"That is a simple, and not so simple question. I have been called many things over the years. Hades, Yama, Hel, Santa Muerte, Anubis, and many, many more names. But I think you may recognize my most common name. Hello, Hadrian Peverell, I am Death."

Harry simply tilted his head slightly in thought as he raced through the new information in his head and processed them. But as he did so, he never realized that because he wasn't freaking out, he was embracing Death like an old friend.

"Hello Death, I am Hadrian Peverell," Harry said almost without thinking and felt some sort of change in his magical core, like it was accepting the new name rather than his old one.

Death nodded, almost to himself, before standing and seemed to be holding some sort of wooden cane that was similar and different to the one Lucius Malfoy was holding just before his second year.

"We shall meet more again during your summer, Hadrian. Just get through finals and don't worry about the horses you see on your way back to the train. Or any one that seems to be similar to Ivan. They are simply following orders," Death explained before he seemed to disappear.

Harry blinked and everything was suddenly living and moving again, the way Madam Poppy hurried over to him and started to be a mother-nurse once more was nothing new.

It was the woman in the corner of the room that gave him a small wink before stilling and seemed to be looking out once more.

Harry recognized that she was a Reaper, but Death said not to worry, so Harry didn't.

His friends Ron and Hermione came in but Harry felt no sense of friendship with them, it was like they were different.

Then he realized it wasn't his friends, but rather himself. He saw them in a new light, they were someone who needed to mature, that didn't care about their future (other than Hermione but even she didn't have her future set), ones that cared more about what adults think than what their own opinion was. They seemed...more childish to his mind then before.

His friends left from the insistence of Madam Poppy after Harry was simply staring at his two friends and not speaking about anything and what happened to him.

He could tell they were worried, but he just felt like he didn't care. Well no, he didn't care as much about their opinion as he once did.

He felt, almost detached, like part of him was human, and the other part had died and both were trying to balance one another out still.

Before he could sleep and sort out his thoughts and feeling, Luna and Neville slipped into the room and Harry felt a spike of fondness toward the pair. Like both sides of his personality seemed to find they were both good friends of his.

"Hello, Master of Death," Luna said dreamily and Harry felt a fond smile work its way up to his face.

"Hello, Death's Seer," Harry replied back fondly before catching himself and wondering where that came from.

"I see you're still discovering yourself. Neville and I will let your Nargles sort itself out before we talk," Luna said before dragging Neville back out of the room.

Harry looked at the door where Luna left and felt a smile tug his lips. "I'm sure a good night sleep would help with that," he muttered to himself as he worked his way under the bedsheets.

He fell asleep soon after that and didn't notice when Dumbledore and Severus entered the room ready for questions before being guided out by a stern Madam Poppy.