When it rains, it pours.

Reunited Siblings, and serious talks

Welcome Master,

''Where am I?'' Harry looks around himself while worry is rising in him. He only sees white around him, and with a sudden feeling of dread, he knows exactly where he is.

''I died?'' He asks with tears in his eyes. Bloody hell, he didn't want to die again. He finally has found a place to call home! People who love him for him that are his family. People he loves. What will happen with Derek? With Stiles? What will happen to Teddy?

No, but I thought it was necessary to talk.

Harry tries to look for the voice that is talking to him, and finally, he sees a woman walking towards him. He couldn't describe how she looks exactly because it almost seems like she is shifting in front of him, when he looks at her eyes, her mouth shifts when he focuses on her mouth, her nose changes. The only look that stays is the eternal glow she is emitting.

''Who are you?''

I'm the end of things. I am the final one you see when you go to the other side. I am the one that harbors souls and keeps them safe.

Harry's breath hitches because she just told him he isn't dead, but in front of him is standing the epitome of Death. Now he is looking more closely. He can feel it all around her. Dead clings to her, her robes are shifting, and when Harry changes a glance down, he sees the faces of millions of people swirling into the abyss that is her. Death.

''Death,''

Yes, Master. I'm Death, you called me forth, and I came.

Harry frowns at that because he can't recall that he called anyone forth. He barely can remember what happened at all.

''Why did you come? You are not bound to listen to me. Dead is neutral.''

The smile that curls around Death's lips is somehow comforting even if it looks wrong on the deity in front of him.

Because you didn't expect me to. You were selfless. You just wanted your friends and family to be safe. This is why I've chosen you to hold the title of Master. It's why you are the only one to wield the wand, cloak, and stone. You are special, Harry Potter.

Harry flinches away from the declaration. Why does everyone keep calling him special? Are people not done with using him? Are they still not going to leave him alone? Has he not been through enough?

You have. I'm not trying to use you. I'm stating facts. You are powerful. You are loyal, you are the only one that could be Master of Death. My Master, it's why I've decided to help you when you called. I hope I served you well.

''What did you do?'' Harry asks warily. Afraid that something happened in his darkness.

I helped your pack. They're safe. They're at home just like you. I took care of the other wolves. The ones that hurt you and your pack. Ennis and Kali will never bother you again. Deucalion is gone, for now, and the twins won't be a problem anymore. They aren't Alpha's anymore.

Harry's heart is almost thudding out of his chest because could it be true? Could his pack be safe? Hermione? Stiles? Derek? He doesn't even care what Death did do to the Alphas exactly as long as his pack is safe.

''Am I dreaming? Is this inside of my head?''

Does it make it less true if it was inside of your head?

Harry snorts because that's exactly the cryptic shit he expected.

''I think it doesn't. Am I going to wake up soon?''