When Harry stepped through the Veil, there was no ceremony.
Everyone he'd ever known and grown close to had long since died. No one was alive to attend his funeral or what would count as his funeral. Ever since he'd mastered the Hallows, he'd been unable to die- unable to age.
Like a shade, Harry moved through the floors of the old Ministry of Magic until he stood right in front of the Veil that had been locked away under heavy wards since it could not be moved.
He watched as the "cloth" shimmered and shook, waving in a wind that did not exist.
Briefly, his mind supplied him with the awful memories of Sirius' death and Bellatrix's screaming, his own yell mixed in the loudness- and the silence- of that moment.
For a brief moment, his unfeeling heart gave a squeeze, but as quick as the emotion appeared, it left.
Armed with only his clothes on his back, a mokeskin pouch filled to the brim with money and other supplies, the Invisibility Cloak, the Resurrection Stone, and the Elder Wand, Harry stepped through the Veil.
He had hoped it would end his existence, so when he woke on a snow-covered ground in a world vaguely like the one he just left, Harry felt- if only for a moment, before it quickly left- disappointed.
With a resigned sigh, Harry brushed the snow from his body and set about learning about this new world he found himself in.
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Unfeeling; MOD!HP x Twilight
FanfictionEver since he became the Master of Death, Harry hasn't been able to feel emotions. The only time he felt anything was after his friends began to die of old age. Years have passed and the world no longer looks like it used to. Harry decides to step t...
