Post Mortem

Chapter 1

HARRY'S/HENDRIX'S POV

I awoke with a start, bolting up right and ending up falling onto the floor. I groaned in pain as I rubbed my head, it turns out that Mortem decided to put me on the couch, I sighed in frustration as I pulled myself back up. I stumbled my way out of what seemed to be the study and began to make my way to exploring wherever Mortem put me.

Turns out that Mortem put me up in a very nice manor in the countryside. It was a beautiful structure, a very distinct Victorean era design. Everything inside was themed in dark and mellow tones, yet it still felt cozy, comfortable soft black leather couches, dark wood floors, dark mahogany furniture. There was a large and elaborate library, a cozy study, five bedrooms and six bathrooms. This whole place was overall very comfortable and not too big considering how most manors are, still way too big for just me however.

I had just made it to the kitchen... well technically kitchens I guess. I was surprised to see it filled with house elves, I looked on in shocked horror at the countless of elves I saw. "Do not worry Master, they are all there willingly," Mortems voice projected through my head causing me to stumble back in shock, "Get out of my head," I growled. I just got rid of the psycho in my head. I don't need another one. All the elves looked at me in shock, "Master Hendrix sir! You's awake, Master Mortem sir told us that you'sd be hungry when awoke," an old elf exclaimed as she walked over to me, "I be Nifty the head elf sir! If you be needings of anything, call Nifty!" she explained proudly, even puffing out her chest a little. I smiled down at her, "Thank you Nifty, I'm just looking around. Familiarizing myself with the manor," Nifty nodded eagerly before turning back to the kitchens.

I continued through the manor taking in everything as I walked, it was insane that all this was mine. I finally made it to the master bedroom, I sighed as I flopped down on the bed. I stared up at my ceiling and went through my memories, closing my eyes and sifting through them. I sifted through all the new knowledge I'm assuming Mortem put in my head, I now somehow know every language within the world, including that of mythical creatures, I know all forms of magic, I know everything in history. It was bamboozling honestly.

By the time I was done mentally organizing everything it was dinner time. I made my way back down to the kitchens, planning on just eating there remembering the counter with the stools there. I smiled as I walked in and saw the elves happily bustling around, it smelled absolutely amazing. I was instantly approached by Nifty, "Master Hendrix sir, Nifty was just about to get yous!" he beamed up at me, "If it's alright with you I would like to eat in your kitchen," I smiled, Nifty eagerly nodded and began to drag me towards one of the stools, clicking his fingers making a butter beer appear at where I was going to sit. I gladly wrapped my hands around the mug, reveling in how it tasted.

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Once I was full and happy back within the confines of my room I called for Mortem. "What is it?" they asked as they appeared in the room. "Thank you for all of this, but what is your little gift?" I asked as I warily stared at them, they gave me a shark-like smile. "I am personally guarding your mind. I have personally installed the strongest mind shield in existence into your head," they smiled at me as they tapped my forehead, "Also have you looked in the mirror at all yet? What I did to you was a gift enough, you're welcome," their smile was vicious. I rolled my eyes and approached the floor length mirror, I was shocked at what I saw.

I was absolutely and undeniably handsome, if I do say so myself. I had a fine physique, I was lean and it appeared that I was taller too, I have hair that falls slightly into my eyes, a streak of striking white running through it, yet I seemed to be in my early twenties. My eyes were killing curse green, my skin was slightly more tan, meaning that I'm no longer so pale. I could see with surprising clarity without my glasses.

I marveled at myself, I was this beautiful stranger. "Thanks," I breathed as I turned to look back at Mortem, they shrugged as they began to pace the room, "Honestly this whole thing is some of my best work, so when are you going to carry out your plan?" they asked. I sighed as I ran my hand through my hair, "I want to do some observations before I do," I said. "Well don't wait too long Hendrix, the earlier the better. You and I both know this," once they were done saying their peace they disappeared. I sighed "I know" I murmured as I flopped down onto my bed.

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I was preparing myself, I was wearing a set of fine black robes that nicely hugged my figure. I swallowed, nervous. I don't know why I'm nervous, I really shouldn't be. I took a deep breath and calmed myself. With another deep breath I apparated out.

I appeared in the Leaky Cauldron. I quickly wiped off my robes. I instantly noticed everyone staring at me, the eyes following me as I left the Cauldron. I held my head up high as I entered Diagon Alley. I ignored the eyes that followed me, my destination in sight. Gringotts.

I entered the bank full of confidence heading the warning on the door. Giving a slight bow to the goblins I passed. I headed straight to a teller and patiently waited in line. "Father, I don't want to go to the bank, I want to go to the broom shop!" a pompous voice said. I turned to see two very familiar heads of platinum blondes, Draco and Lucius Malfoy, both much much younger. I watched as Lucius looked annoyed at his son, "I know Draco but we need to do this first," the senior hissed.

I watched as the junior Malfoy continued to pout at his father looking completely annoyed with everything. I accidentally made eye contact with the senior and felt disgusted as he looked me up and down. Our eyes connected again and he raised a brow at me. I ignored him and approached my teller.

"I would like to speak with my account manager, the name is under LeFay and Peverell," I stated. The goblin looked me up and down before handing me a dagger, "Prick your finger so that we can confirm your identity," he slid over a piece of parchment as well. I pricked my finger with little to no hesitation and allowed my blood to drip, quickly cleaning the dagger before returning it.

The goblin looked pleased at the results, I glanced down at it to see it stated all of my titles of this life, Master of Death being one of them. The goblin looked at me and bowed his head, "Allow me to take you to your account holder Master Hendrix," he said as he hopped down from his stool. I followed him closely as we went further into the bank.

He led me through long and narrow hallways, most of the time I had to bend slightly to avoid hitting my head. When we finally made it to the office I was practically bent in half, "I apologize for the inconvenience," the goblin smirked as he opened the door. The room inside was a nice study that I was, thankfully, able to fully stand in.

"The Peverell and LeFay line has been extinct for centuries, I am surprised that you are here now Master of Death," The goblin behind the desk said, he was an old Goblin though unlike other goblins his ears curled up and slightly into itself. I recognized him immediately, especially seeing the emblem on his lapel. "I didn't know that my account holder was the king of the goblins. I hope to be great business partners," I said as I bowed to him. He looked thoroughly pleased as he motioned for me to sit. "I hope to be friends with you, Master of Death," he smiled. I smiled as I replied, " I would like that."

"What business do you have today my friend," he asked as he summoned whiskey, it began to pour itself on its way. "I am seeking to have a ward, but the only way that I can claim him is if I am somehow related to him. Though as of my knowledge, the Peverell line is related to him, that is after all how I'm here. I also need to prove that his magical guardian isn't doing his job." The goblin nodded in understanding as he thought for a moment. "What is your ward's name?"

"Harry Potter."