Second Wind

Prologue

Disclaimer :This is a work of fanfiction. All recognisable characters in this work belongs to esteemed writer Johannes Katherine Rowling. I don't own Harry Potter.

This is Alternate Universe. Characters are slightly OOC. Dimensional travelling! Harry. Rune Master and Elemental! Harry. Powerful MOD! Harry. Alive! Parents. No decided pairings.

Request: English isn't my first language. So please bear with the horrible grammar and terrible story telling skills.
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Year 2010, Grimmauld Place, Islington, London, England.

I calmly entered this property in search of the bastard who was supposed to be my master. A small deviation on the month of May fifteen years ago caused my work to be doubled and I have to work overtime these days. Thankfully receded two years ago but I foresaw something that would threaten my existence after few years. I here to nip it in bud so to say.

Ah, forgot to introduce myself. I am Death, one of the oldest and most powerful being in the entire universe. Came to existence when life was first created in this world. My job is to transfer the souls of dead to Limbo or after life. Tiring work but hey it's the only reason I exist.

War, a small word but has major effects. My most hated time during my job. Too much work and too much destruction. Never knew why the hell humans are hell bent on killing each other. They look for simple and silly reasons to fight and create new ways to increase my job. I hate warmongering imbeciles, manipulative bastards and manipulated fools above all (well I guess I hated all humans as they fall in one category or the other)

My likes are peaceful times, untouched natural places and cute girls (don't you dare call me a pervert). Don't have any hobbies as the work is highly stressful. Being around since the beginning with nothing but transporting souls I started observing the lives of interesting humans.

Two things concerning humans are always consistent about. First as I mentioned before their thirst for war and their coming up innovative way to kill each other. I loathe that kind. The second type are my favourite. Even in most desperate times and after loosing everything they manage to stagger even with tears streaming down their faces. I usually entertain myself watching their lives in my free time (something that I craved for but didn't have on my hands).

In this list I have many people but my personal favourite in this dimension is certainly my Master, Harry James Potter. The most resilient person I knew. Fellow endured a lot. Parents killed at age of few months by a manic obsessed with immortality. Delivered as nothing more than milk carton to his relatives who treated him worse than a slave. Manipulated and raised as a hog for slaughter by the person he trusted most. Watched a person close to father figure, his surrogate family, his best friends die at the hands of followers of his nemesis. Saw one of his friend join the other side out of humiliation and jealousy, killed his sister figure and his other best friend. No use thinking about the past because if he accepts my proposal, I have faith that if he will, the future I predicted will not see light. Hope he doesn't reject it, if he did I'll just have to be selfish.

Thinking along these lines I walked towards the person drinking fire whiskey oblivious to my entry inside this place. I took a good look at the man before me. A tall man with lean build, messy dark jet black hair with pale skin, visible skin scarred from many battles. He is currently wearing a dark ink green robe with wand in one hand(glass in another one), some knives hidden in his boots and a gun in his belt. Even his breathing is low and calculated, ready to fight at moment's notice. His war-hardened almond green eyes are staring forlornly into the fireplace.