Hadrian Morris Peverell

Not a chapter

Harry p.o.v

He doesn't know how it happened but it just did. He was standing in the remains of the war. Which war? one may ask, easy. the second war of the wizarding world. He had the invisibility cloak rapped around his shoulders the resurrection stone hanging in a thread made unbreakable with the use of magic and finally the death stick, also known as the elder wand, in one hand.

He didn't know what to do, around Him was the remains of the castle, his home, his escape. was brought to ruins, his friends, family, teachers, everyone, even the death eaters remained on the floor unmoving. Not a single chest was slightly moving, he didn't need to see that to know they were all dead...DEAD

He looked around once again, stuck between crying or shouting. He just burst out laughing, a very maniacal type of laugh, it sounded empty and broken...twisted even. There were tears running down his checks, but what stood out was his once eyes filled with life and determination now looked hollow and void filled,

It was a depressing sight. The once saviour of the wizarding world was standing leaning back laughing out loud with tears streaming down his empty eyes.

In the end he screamed, shouting at the direction of nothing "IS THIS WHAT YOU WANTED?" "TELL ME FATE IS THIS WHAT YOU WANTED?"

He calmed down a bit and looked around him once more, now silently crying. After he hit Voldemort with the killing curse the Death eaters all chanted something in A language he couldn't identify, which caused all and everyone around him to explode. He could tell the explosions went far.

He fell to his knees wishing nothing more than to die right there and now. But he knew he couldn't, he couldn't, couldn'tcouldn'tcouldn't. Why? That's because he had all the hallows, meaning he mastered death, he could no longer die, if what the stories provided was true.

" get up...no god should be seen on their knees." Said a soft and cold voice behind him. He didn't have to turn to know who it was.

He chuckled, a very empty and resigned one.

" hello Death...Come to finally show me some mercy?" He asked, even his voice showed how defeated he was.

"I'm sorry, but i'll have to make you suffer a bit longer." Death replied.

"As long as I no longer need to fight it's ok by me." Harry said, accepting what death was telling him

"I understand, but please do stand. as i said, 'No got should be seen on their knees'."

He did as told and turned around, he looked at his companion, taking in how he looked, Death had a ethereal cloak covering him head to toe with an impressive scythe in one hand. Death extended one boney hand for Harry to take, He did so without saying another word feeling no need to.

Little did Harry know his life has been flipped upside down..

Like cmon his name isnt even 'Harry' anymore, he wanted to change to stay away from his life, so he decided to change his name. Nothing to big just Gandalf... nO its now Hadrian, Hades for short. Being the master of death unlocked many abilities he had. He was lied to, his 'friends' were fake, They were using him for fame. Dumbles used him. No one on the light side was innocent...well mostly everyone... only those who were told of plan. heck even black and lupin were told in on this. This doesn't mean that the dark is good. No one was. Voldemort was right..."there is no good and evil, there is only power, and those too weak to seak it." Oh how he wished he listened to Quirrellmort all those years ago... but know it doesn't matter, its been over a millennia and so far he hasn't regretted anything he has done. He has learned from his mistakes. And as death said, he is taking small steps to greatness...

Harry Potter is no more, now everyone shall meet Hadrian Morris Peverell.

End of chapter 1

A.N= I promise the next chapter will be longer!! This was just the introduction to his life.