Splits in time

Chpt 3

It was strange in this washed-out version of kings' cross. He couldn't say how much time he spent just standing there, there were no creepy babies under the benches. Nor was there a grandfatherly Dumbledore there to preach the power of love, in fact it was completely silent. He was alone for an indeterminate amount of time before he decided to start walking, even his footsteps were muffled. He walked and walked, strangely enough his surroundings never seemed to change, he could only tell he was moving due to the sound of his quiet footfalls on the ground, not even his surroundings changed. The station seemed never ending, and there was no one in sight. He just kept walking and walking for what could have been hours or minutes, who was he too say?

Eventually he sat down on one of the benches staring blankly ahead of him. He felt more than saw someone sit next to him on the bench. Looking over he noticed how the figures black robes seemed to absorb the light around it. The previously unnoticeable shadows around them had darkened to an almost pitch black. The cloaked figure silently observed him in much the same way he had been observing it previously. ~Hello master~ The figure said in a deep rattling voice that seemed oddly flat and emotionless but reverberated through the station, nonetheless. Harry didn't know whether to be shocked or scared due to that fact he had a pretty good guess as to the figure's identity.

Harry took in a discrete deep breath slowly and turned to look at the (presumably male) figure. "Hello to you as well, forgive me for asking but who might you be?"

~I believe you already know that little master~ he said in a tone that was tinged with amusement. Harry shifted a bit in his seat turning away from the being. "Yes, well I am not so arrogant to think death himself would visit me at my end, And I wouldn't in the least expect death to call me master." He muttered in a quiet manner.

~You think so little of yourself my master, you have not only collected my precious hallows but you are favored by many of the other deities. ~ The being stands and looks over at Harry ~Come little master, there are many Things we must speak about before you go back. ~ The being begins walking and he must hurry to catch up at first.

He pauses in his walking for a moment and looks up at the being with a Tired look in his eyes. "Go back, what do you mean by that, are you expecting me to go back and kill Voldemort after all this? His horcruxes are already destroyed except Nagini, but Neville will take her out. Won't he be severely weakened and easier to defeat for the others?

~No young one we do not expect you to kill Voldemort, to do so would be an abomination! He is your soulmate, Dumbledore blocked the connection and that is what caused him to go insane, the horcruxes also kept him from recognizing you as his soulmate with so little of it left. Let's not speak of this now, we can continue this conversation at a later date. ~ Death spoke in a rather angry manner at the beginning but ended in a slight blank tone.

Harry stayed silent for a while contemplating the fact that Vol- no tom riddle was his soulmate, before thinking back on what death said about the hallow's and shivered. "So those stories about the hallows are true, anyone could have mastered you?'' Honestly, Harry found the thought of someone like Dumbledore mastering death rather disturbing.

~Oh no master, only one of Peverell blood can claim the hallows and they choose whether you are worthy to hold them or not, they hold certain . . . curses on them. The cloak's curse is one that if you were to pass it onto someone else you tend to meet an, unfortunate, end soon after. The ones who hold the stone tend to commit suicide soon after, and the wands holders die soon after receiving it. ~ Death stated.