Changing The Past

2. DEATH AND HIS MASTER

Harry woke up in a field of sunflowers. He couldn't remember what happened or how he got to this field. The last thing he knew his uncle had stormed out of the room and he had passed out.

"Ah, so you are finally awake master. I've been waiting for you to wake up. You've been in this realm for quite a bit of time. Your body isn't truly in this realm but instead, your soul is waiting here. The sunflowers represent loyalty, adoration, and devotion. This is because of a story from Greek mythology. A young nymph named Clytie was infatuated with Apollo, the sun god. The nymph aspired to follow him wherever he went. This greatly amused Apollo but eventually, he fell in love with another nymph named Leucothoe. Clytie, in a fit of jealousy, told Leucothe's father who in turn tried to break off the relationship. This enraged Apollo to no end and he turned Clytie into a sunflower. Even as a sunflower, Clytie continued to set her gaze towards the sun god wherever he roamed."

Harry jumped, surprised at the voice which caused the voice to laugh. Harry looked around for the cause of the voice but could not find any. Then the words that the being spoke registered in his mind. Before he could speak, however, the entity spoke up once more.

"No need to be scared, young master. I am Death. If it would make you feel more comfortable I could appear before you. I just didn't want to startle you. "

"Death? How is that even possible? Are you saying that the sunflower field relates to me on a deeper level than it simply being pretty? Also yes please if you could." Suddenly there began a dark mist swirling until it became corporeal. A hooded floating figure appeared out of the mist.

"Yes, precisely young master. I am Death. You are my master. I hope this makes you feel more at ease. It is possible because you are dead. The field of sunflowers relates to you because you are loyal and devoted to those you trust. You adore those you care for and will stop at nothing to help them when it's needed. I have some news that will help you on your journey.''

"Yes, I suppose that makes sense. Wait what? My journey? I'm dead? Master? W-What does this mean?"

"You are my master. You are what people would consider the Master of Death. You control all three of the Deathly Hallows. Yes, young master, you are dead. Your uncle killed you."

"Oh okay. Uhm what are the Deathly Hallows?" Harry was utterly confused. He couldn't wrap his head around this. First off, he was dead? Well, he knew that would happen eventually so that's not what he was confused about. Harry didn't have any clue about the Deathly Hallows or being the master of death. Hopefully, Death would inform him. Death sighed and began to explain.

"The deathly hallows are part of a wizarding child fairytale called "The Tale of the Three Brothers". The story goes like this.

'Three brothers, traveling along a lonely, winding road at twilight reached a deep treacherous river where anyone who attempted to swim or wade would drown. Learned in the magical arts, the brothers conjured a bridge with their wands and proceed to cross.

Halfway through the bridge, a hooded figure stood before them. The figure was the enraged spirit of Death, cheated of his due. Death cunningly pretended to congratulate them and proceeds to award them with gifts of their own choosing.

The eldest brother, a combative man, asked for a wand more powerful than any in existence. Death granted his wish by fashioning the Elder Wand from a branch of a nearby elder tree standing on the banks of the river. The second brother, an arrogant man, chose to further humiliate death and asked for the power to recall the deceased from the grave. Death granted his wish by crafting the Resurrection Stone from a stone picked from the riverbank. The third and youngest brother, who was the most humble and wise, did not trust Death and asked for something to enable him to go forth without Death being able to follow. A reluctant Death, most unwillingly, handed over a part of his own Invisibility cloak.