I sit there meditating when I feel something is within the room making me open my eyes
I see a dark cloak figure standing there with the body and face of a skeleton "death"
Death- "indeed little master, you have been giving me souls repeatedly, yet their ghost like self is still roaming out and about within these castle walls but I still get their souls"
Harry- "let be guess I am the master of death because I have all the objects plus the killing and the connection through family?"
Death- "indeed now, I am here to you tell, keep doing your work, don't stop even after the war, I will protect you from ever dying"
Harry- "immortality?"
Death- "you already have it, which means eventually one day you love ones won't be here"
Harry- he sighs "I understand and I will continue getting souls for you. I will get to see them at times right?"
Death- he nods "perks of being the master of death you get the same abilites as me, meaning you can see and speak to those who have died by crossing worlds, I will show you how to do it one day but for now you need to continue with you journey. Oh and your mother is very proud of you"
Harry- I smile "thank you"
Draco- "Love who are you talking to?"
Harry- I look to him "no one my love" he looks back to where death was standing "just death"
Draco- he raises his eyebrow being confused with the boy but is to tried for this "okay whatever you say love" before he goes back to sleep
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I pack everything I need for the Christmas holidays with us leaving for the Manor tomorrow for Christmas, which I can't wait as I love Yule, not as much as Samhain though, I love Samhain or what muggle call Halloween, spooky season of the celebrations
I sit next to Draco who I have been staying with recently instead of in the Gryffindor common room, don't worry Professor Mcgonagall knows and she is fine with it, or I think she is too scared of me, of daring to disagree with what I want, especially with not knowing how powerful I am especially after always consuming abilited after killing them but I don't have to kill to do it especially every victim but Melena, I have tortured and not killed I took their abilites, so they can't do magic anymore which was also a punishment to them on their half especially those who have been sent to Azkaban as they won't still needing it even though it can easily quickly get them now killed now they don't have magic aka a muggle wouldn't survive a week in Azkaban
I feel even though I am free, I have this whole responsibility, that I have been good at everything I am doing, that's why I do the drugs to light it all, and yes Draco helps as well but the flash backs always come and go repeatedly and their voices are still their inside my head
Their scream haunt me every kill I make but I love the killing and the pain I am causing, the pain that people caused me in the past, as I inflict it onto other people it makes me feel at peace with everything I have gone through the past
Yes Draco doesn't care about the scars that cover my body but as I feel him touch them as if he is counting everyone on of them, makes me so insecure about myself, so I tend to at times wear glamours on top of it all which he hates because he wishes to see the real me but I hate the real me, I hate every part of me but I still have to continue life like this no matter what I look like
Because I would do anything for him, for anyone I love, as he is a part of me now, a part of my life, something that's mine forever, even if where dead or alive within this world or another
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