The Boy With Golden Scars
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Ongoing, First published Jan 10, 2021
Mature
Hadrian Potter-Black was not a normal wizard by any means. He found out he was the Master of Death (or equal in Deaths opinion) after going to Gringotts to pay for the damage he made with the dragon, he found out his inheritance and that the people he trusted most betrayed him. He was promptly pissed. So he went to get revenge only to be ganged up on and overpowered, and died. Instead of seeing his beloved godfather and parents he ended up in purgatory with Death. He talked with the entity, and traveled through time to 1942 to say hello to Tom Riddle.



Sadly, Harry Potter belongs to J.K Rowling >:(. I do not own any of her characters, only my OC i've made. If y'all have any good ideas and want them in the book DM me! i'll 100% take them into consideration <3
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"You, Master, are now dead," Death spoke chillingly. Its bony fingers free of flesh slid down its scythe. Its hood ducked itself down, almost to show a sign of reverence. "The ritual is now completed. I am, most definitely, at your service, Master." The young man with raven hair and green eyes wasn't too pleased with Death. Before it said anything else, he carefully studied his surroundings. The way to the other life looked nothing like it had when he'd first died. Unlike the fist time, he stood outside Godric's Hollow, but the place was deserted and pitched black. It was so dark, Death easily blended in; the green glowing stone in its scythe was the only thing that alerted Harry of its presence. "Why did I not see you when I first died?" He demanded, anger from his previous life still lingering on. Death raised a bony finger. "You were not ready for me to reveal myself just yet. Your soul was too pure to be corrupt just yet; first you needed to complete cycle when it came to being my master." "And what is the cycle?" "One must use the cloak to hide from the danger. Resist the temptations of the resurrection stone. Master the wand made from the wood of the Elder tree and kill with it. One needs to corrupt their soul by taking a life." Death left some lingering silence, wanting for its new master to take in the newfound information before asking, "what do you wish of me, Master," even though it knew what was going on in Harry's mind. "You do not have to move on, I can grant what you desire." "You can grant me my family?" Death's hood tilted itself, making it seem as if it had ducked its head. Its bony fingers lightly tapped its scythe, making the sound of bone and metal echo in Harry's ears. "Undoubtedly," it confirmed. "If you wish to pay the price." "Do it."
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Death's Chosen Child

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When Harry's name comes out of the Goblet of Fire, he is livid. He didn't bloody want to join a deadly tournament, but it seems like no one believes him, so he swears a wizarding oath. Now everyone believes him, but he still isn't excused from the tournament. Almost on the point of wanting to give up on his magic, Death interferes because Death's chosen child can't lose his magic. **** ''This is why you are going to be perfect.'' Death almost croons, making Harry blush. ''If you're going with me to train, you will be back in no time. Time travels differently in my realm.'' Harry nods. He suspected something like that. ''Then I will go with you to train. It is only fair. The others are older and have more experience.'' ''Harry, no!'' Dumbledore exclaims, but Harry knows it is too late. Death is already grasping his arm, and then everything turns dark around him. !Disclaimer! All characters belong to J.K Rowling This story belongs to MBlack93 on AO3 link to story here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/34047913/chapters/84691633