It was over. The Battle of Manhattan was over. Everyone was celebrating. Everyone except Harry. He remembered back to his most recent visions that had come while he napped after Kronos was defeated.
Two figures were chained with chains of ice, a giant standing over them and cackling gleefully.
Nico curled up in a small bronze jar, pomegranate seeds laying beside him.
A battle, the gods and demigods fighting together.
A giant ball of flames engulfing an elvish-looking boy and a woman made of dirt.
Harry stood on a balcony that overlooked the city of Olympus. He wasn't sure what exactly the future held, but he knew that it wasn't good. He had his suspicions, of course, but he kept them to himself.
"What's wrong, Love?" Draco asked, coming up behind him.
"My work isn't over yet," Harry said softly. "I had a vision. They are not done fighting just yet. I do not know what part I must play in what is to come, but I fear what Life has planned."
Draco wrapped him in a hug. "Whatever it is, we'll get through it. Together."
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It had been three months and nothing had happened. Harry had Gerald keep an eye on the boy from his visions, but the reports had been normal. He and Draco had moved into a nice house near Draco's law school, so he didn't have to continue staying in the dorms and they could be together.
Death and Percy had officially started dating after the war. Death spent a lot more time on the surface with Percy, which left Harry with little to do.
He was doing paperwork when he got the call. He glanced at the screen and saw it was Death, so he answered.
"Percy's missing."
The phone fell from his hands and hit the floor with a thud. It was starting.
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Master of Death
ФанфикшнHadrian "Harry" Potter is not a normal boy. Not only is he a famous wizard destined to defeat Lord Voldemort, but he also controls Death. Join Harry on his journeys as Master of Death.
