Men In Black - complete

Chapter 50

Harry Potter was a broken soul. His wife, the children he always treated as his even when the truth came out Ginny had cheated on him, even what few friends who had stood beside him...all dead. To make matters worse he was hounded by the same demons who killed them.

So when a massive black dragon appeared, he welcomed it with open arms hoping for Death.

"Damn. Now I get why he chose to reincarnate rather than stick around," commented the man the dragon shared a body with. His eyes were the exact same shade as his own, but his hair was cut short.

Harry felt himself swept up in a massive bear hug. The magic that thrummed in the body holding him almost made him weep. It was so warm and caring. He could feel tears falling from his face regardless.

"Easy. We're not here to hurt you. We're here to give you a second chance," said the voice of the one holding him. He curled into that embrace and just cried.

These two hadn't told him their intentions, but his core could tell they were only there to heal, not harm. Harry felt the dragon animagus put his hand on his head. There was so much warmth and protective feelings that he relaxed.

"Damn. I hope Chuck can revert his age so he can heal properly, not just cope."

Harry felt himself taken to the skies. No matter what hell he dealt with on the earth, he always felt them lift away when he was flying.

The arms kept him steady on the back of the massive dragon, which he had to admit was awesome. The last time he rode a dragon, it wasn't nearly as fun.

Chuck took one look at the unconscious form of the Master of Death and then at Dean Harvelle.

"I am not messing with Death's hand," said Chuck.

"Actually we were just wondering if you could de-age him for us. I have no idea how to do it and I doubt Mort will notice so long as I'm the one messing with his memories."

Chuck sighed, and with a touch de-aged Harry by about fifteen years. He was twenty-one again, which was how young he could make him without Death taking notice. Dean took most of the worst memories and put them in a vial so Harry could regain them later once he was up to it.

Unfortunately that attracted Death's attention. He was not pleased someone was tampering with his Master.

Death took one look at the out-cold Harry Potter, then at Dean.

Before he could say a word, Dean beat him to it.

"I am not interested in the Hallows, and no we are not planning to use him to get to you. Before you ask, yes I know who you are and frankly I don't care. All I want to do is heal him," said Dean.

Death gave Dean an odd look.

"You don't belong here. I can tell you can leave any time, so why haven't you returned home already?"

Dean gave him a winning grin.

Because, Death, I am going to clean up this mess before I leave. The idea of leaving a damn Winchester to clean up their mess is so horrifying that I couldn't possibly do it.

Death looked shocked.

How can you use telepathy?!

Dean held out his hand, entirely unafraid. Death took it and read his soul. Understanding came into his eyes.

"I see. You are my Master from another alternate, one with enough sense not to use me as a tool. I will allow you to take the man, but the Hallows must remain here."

"Ah, but we no longer have the Hallows in our world. I became your hand without having them as a conduit," countered Dean.

Death had seen that. He had never thought anyone could become his Master without those blasted items.