The boy-who-lived woke up with a start, sweat pooling between his eyebrows and in the large divot of his cheekbones.
The nightmares were back.
For a few months he had gotten addicted to dreamless sleep potions but he stopped taking his prescriptions.
We couldn't have the chosen one becoming a crack head.
The voice in his head hissed.
Yep you heard it right. The boy-who-killed has demons in his head.
I am not a demon! How could you associate me with that filth.
It hissed again, this time sounding more agitated.
Harry simply rolled his eyes.
When will you stop addressing yourself by the name 'Harry'?
It snapped.
"Well what am I supposed to go by?" The green eyed boy quipped, his untameable eyebrows furrowing.
Hadrian...
It spoke vaguely...
She!
"Huh-" Harry sighed, not feeling up for Death's tricks.
I am a 'She'! Or They, or he. Depends i guess.
It- She spat, huffing slightly.
"Hadrian what. Contrary to popular belief I don't have all day to talk to a voice in my head." He warned wirily.
Are you going to kill me, Hadrian!
She said replicating Sirius' voice, adding a cackle which eerily reminded him of Bellatrix.
Hadrian Peverell. Ahh yes I see it now: Hadrian Mortus Peverell, Master of mortals, death and all of the above...
She gasped, planning out his future.
Harry once again rolled his eyes, but this time a cold shiver ran down his spine. He hated the idea of immortality; never dying. Another cold shockwave found itself crawling up his back.
"You can stop now!" Hadrian snarled, his eyes turning all black. It was as if all the darkness in the world crept into his eyes. Death enveloped his eyes.
You can't run from yourself much longer.
Death stated too calmly for Hadrian's liking.
"Do you have a name?" Peverell changed the subject as fast as he could.
I have collected multiple titles along the years, mostly when I reveal myself to mortals'.
"You have a corporeal form?" The green eyed boy questioned.
Yes. To answer your question from before: the name I go for the most is Hela. I got it from a different universe you wouldn't know of it.
"How ... fitting?" Hadrian sighed, slightly chuckling.
"Is there a reason for you talking to me or do you just find me that entertaining?" Harry teased.
Oh, I forgot to tell you. Umm-
"What have you done this time?" The boy sighed, getting ready to pull out his trusty shovel.
You might want to check the Daily Prophet...
Hela whispered shyly.
Harry groaned, he hated the Daily Prophet. They are just a bunch of ass hats.
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Death's vengeance || Harry Potter AU
Fanfiction"Avengers..." "Is that a clothes brand?" Harry becomes The master of death he, thinks it's time to start over again. He jumps into the veil. Well that's one way of doing it...
