Controlling

Chapter 16

Harry had just come out of the funeral of Luna Lovegood, the last of his scare friends to die.

She was a precious friend of his that he could rely on and seek whenever.

She was a good listener and advisor and an even better friend, who had told him to get along with the vampires just so he wouldn't feel alone as time passes.

Harry kept walking, head down and glamour on, his mind busy going over his good times with her.

He was so immersed in his head that he didn't noticed when the people around him started to disappear or when the sky turn gray along with th rest of the world.

Not until he smashed against someone.

"Ouch, sorry, i wasn't -" Harry swallowed his next words when he instinctively realized who the being in a black hood was.

They were tall, almost 2 meters hight, they were wearing a pair of balck sneakers, loose grey pants and a black hoodie.

The place where the face was supposed to be, was pitchy black in its seat.

"Death" Harry breathed, feeling the power rolling off of the man.

"Hm" the man hummed, his voice neither female nor male.

Although, he was faceless, Harry was sure the God was looking up and down at him, examining and judging him.

"You are the one who gather my Hallows" he stated with his genderless and raspy voice.

"Yes" Harry answered "Are you here to take me away?" Harry asked, not doing a good jod at hinding his hopeful tone.

"If that's what you wish" They replied, extending his bony hand at him.

Harry gaze at the hand, his mind blanked for a second before Luna's young voice sounded on his mind.

'You are still guiding me, even after your death' Harry shook his head and took a step back.

"No, I'm fine as i am"

"Are you sure?" They asked again, their hand still hanging in the air.

Harry risked looking up and woden his eyes when he was a rippled behind Death and a vague outline of a city beyond it.

"They are waiting for you" Death informed him, knowing what he was seeing.

"Then,..." Harry almost, almost fell on the temption of seeing his parents and friends once again, but he tried to resisted.

His breathing was heavy, the pressure coming from Death couple with the short yet far distance between his family made him hold a mental battle where one half wanted to go and the other wanted to stay, just to follow Luna's strange advice.

"No" he took another step back, resisting strongly to not fall.

"As you wish, Master" then, as if nothing happened, Death and their realm disappeared.

"I became the Master of Death" Harry answered.

"The Tale is real?" Tom asked in mild suprise and shock.

"Yhea and i reunited all three of the Hallows"

"Doesn't that mean Death must obey you?" he asked eagerly, moving himself closer to edge of the seat.

"Technically, yes, but it's not quite like that" Harry informed.

"Well, it's like what then?" Tom asked impatiently.

"I don't want to talk about it" Harry cut off the topic, feeling uncomfortable with it.

"Alright" Tom let it go, he had seen Harry's reluctance on talking, so he didn't pursue it anymore "Wait" Tom suddenly said, recalling a piece of information he had overlook before "If what you told me it's true, then doesn't that mean you know the future?"

"Well, yes, but my arrival must have change somethings. The fact that we are having a civil conversation is prove of that" Tom stored that last bit of information for latter.

"Even so, tell me the future you know about" Tom said putting himself comfortable.

'He looks like a child preparing to hear a bed-time story' Harry shook his head slightly, getting himself out of such amused thought and focusing on answering Tom's question.

It's been 200 since Harry last set foot on England.

Nothing changed in his eyes, the same buildings with the rare new one, same crowds, only this time unknown faces were part of it.

The pure-bloods were still arrogant, but they hide well their involment with the dark arts.

The half-bloods were still looked down upon, even tho the ones who saved the magiks were almost all half-bloods.

And the new-blood, as Harry now tends to call, are all flying away from England, whose lands Lady Magic abandoned.

Harry, only now, understood the hidden truth behind the war.

It wasn't has simple as a battle between good and evil, light and dark.

It was fight between control and freedom, albeit the last one strayed away from its path.

Balance between magics, means balance between Life and Death, balance between Time and Space.

Balance for the universe.

Harry leanered much during his travels, usually staying in a country long enough to learn a bit of everything about it and deepen it a little more.

He now understands the utter disdain in people's mouths when talking about England.

When he thought things couldn't get worse, it did.

Another war broke out, but this one between magical creatures, such as centaurs, goblins, vampires, werewolfs, ect and the magiks from England.

Harry watched in the sidelines, occasionally helping  those who come across his home, regardless of whether they are human or not.

When he thought the war was getting to an end, somehow, the rest of magical folk and creatures were dragged into the fight.

The larger scale battle became harder and harder to hide, couple with the always improving muggle technology, it took only fity years, since the war became world wide, for them to discover the existence of magic.

It went down the hill from then on.

"Harry?"

"Let's not talk about that" Harry replied, once again cutting off the topic.

"Is the future you know that bad?" worried, Tom asked.

"It certainly isn't a good one" Harry slamed his shield up to keep the screams out of his mind.

"Then, what did learned on your trips?" Tom asked eager to put his hands on more knowledge.

Harry smiled gentlely and started telling him about the many things he learned, discovered and created.

The screams of war slowly fading away as he focus on the boy in front of him.

(Revised)