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Harry Potter and Death\'s Deal	By : Aridethdar Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 5950 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 5
Disclaimer: Obviously I don't own Harry Potter, nor do I make anything from this. I write for fun and entertainment and to help me keep what little sanity I have left XD lol

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Disclaimer: Obviously I don't own Harry Potter, nor do I make anything from this. I write for fun and entertainment and to help me keep what little sanity I have left XD lol

Summary: Harry becomes the so-called "Master of Death" by possessing, at one point, and owning all three Deathly Hallows. But Harry believes that the price was too high. Death decides to pay it's so called "Master" a visit and offers Harry a deal. A chance to change history, a chance to save those dear to him, and a power thought to have been lost through the ages.

But there is a price. Is Harry willing to give up being Death's Master to become a Servant? And if he is, will he be able to change history for the better?

Warnings: Several. Lemme see... Death (literally in this case), mentions of death (and not just the immortal taker of souls), Time Travel, Slash, Hetero, Humor, Gender Confusion, Gender Bender or Gender Change? and other interesting things that my twisted little mind can come up with for entertainment that I haven't come across to warn you about yet.

A/N: Another installment for my Octoberfest! Don't know what I'm talking about? Feel free to check out the info on my profile :D See ya (for this story) next Friday!

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Parseltongue

' Thoughts '

Spells

" Speaking "

Harry Potter and Death's Deal

Chapter One: Dealing with Death

WC: 4386

Beta: The awesome sapphyredragon-rn! Thank you! *hugs*

Green eyes observed the solemn faces all around him. Looks of sorrow, hopelessness, helplessness... Some people even looked betrayed, as if their loved one had left them alone on purpose or something. Others had rage in their eyes. Rage at their lost loved one for abandoning them, rage at themselves for not being able to protect those precious to them and rage at the Dark Wizard who had been the cause for the war in the first place.

Sure, the war was over, but the damage that had been done was extensive. It seemed as if all Harry did was attend funeral after funeral or visit graves like he was doing today... Loved ones. Friends. Comrades. And even those who had been labeled "enemies."

The cost of the war had been high, to say the least, and both sides had suffered for it greatly... Both sides were still suffering. The Ministry had abandoned all sense, as far as Harry was concerned. They were praising him for his "Ultimate Victory Against the Dark Forces of Evil" - as the Daily Prophet had so "graciously" labeled it - one minute then looking at him with fear and a touch of greed the next. Just because he was powerful, because he defeated "the strongest Dark Lord ever," they feared him.

The Ministry had taken to cracking down on anyone, and anything, they believed might be even remotely "Dark." They were ripping families apart, destroying lives and ultimately making a huge mistake in Harry's mind.

'Bipolar much?' Honestly, the Ministry did so many flip flops it wasn't even funny.

As far as Harry was concerned, the new Minister was doing a lot more harm than good. In fact, Harry would venture to say the man was doing even more damage than the bloody war had, in his own way.

And of course Harry was fighting tooth and nail to protect innocent people who had just been caught up in the aftermath. Fighting to shield those who did not deserve the harsh punishments the Ministry seemed dead set on dishing out. Harry was doing everything in his power to save souls before they were lost. But there wasn't much Harry could truly do, what with the threat of them labeling him the next"Dark Lord" or some other bullshit.

This was one battle that he could not seem to get the upper hand in, already so many had been Kissed. People he KNEW were innocent, people he knew had just been caught up in the war, Wizards and Witches that were just doing whatever they could to protect their families from a mad man.

It was a war of politics, something he had absolutely no experience with. And the worst blow had just been dealt to him. After months of Harry fighting for their lives, proclaiming their innocence, singing their praises and even relinquishing precious memories to the Ministry to try and protect the family...

Harry now stood before three fresh graves. After everything he had donewhen he had thrown himself into trying to protect them, it still had not been enough. Even after all he had done, after the blasted Minister told him that the ENTIRE WIZARDING WORLD OWED HIM, they could not pardon three people!

Harry had practically... no, he HAD begged. He had sworn that he would personally take responsibility for them, that he would monitor them and keep them out of trouble. Harry had given his word that he would not allow them to bring harm to others.

And still the Minister took away the lives of the last three Malfoys! Destroyed what was left of an Ancient wizarding line, all because of the Ministry's fear, prejudice and greed. The damned Ministry still was corrupt; even after all the changes that had been made, it was painfully obvious they had all come to naught.

The Minister had been all for the idea of letting Harry have custody, so to speak, of the three Malfoys. Everything had been lined up and in order. Then some people in the Ministry got it in their twisted little heads that if the Malfoy line was no more, then the Ministry could seize all their assets and gold.

All that the three lives lost, redeemable souls damned, meant to those pigs was a big fat payday. Harry would curse them for being greedy bastards if he ever got his hands on them.

But it wouldn't bring Draco and the others back, so what was the point?

Tears fell from Harry's eyes unchecked as he knelt before the center grave, his head bowed in shame as his frustration mounted. He had failed. He had failed to help the woman who had saved his life. He had failed to save the boy... no, the man who had been his rival and challenged him from the time that they were kids. He had failed to protect their protector.

Harry knew the truth. Lucius Malfoy had gone back the Dark Lord, yes, but he had done so for the sake of his family. If Lucius had not returned, it would have been his loved ones who suffered first and the blonde patriarch could not allow that to happen.

Harry had seen the sincere regret in the man's eyes. He had seen past the mask to the miserable, heartbroken person that lay beneath. Miserable that his family had been dragged into the nightmare of his past and heartbroken because there was no escaping their fate.

"I'm sorry." Harry whispered to the three that laid buried before him. "I'm so sorry I couldn't save you." His voice cracked as a sob escaped his throat.

Harry was unable to forgive his own incompetence, his inability to protect and he sure as bloody hell would NEVER forgive the Ministry for what they had done!

If only he could go back and change things; maybe then he could have saved more lives.

Could he have changed Draco's fate? What if he had accepted the blonde's hand, accepted his offer of friendship? Could he have at least saved the youngest Malfoy?

Or what if he could have prevented Voldemort's return? What if he could have made it so the Dark Lord never came to be? What if...

"But I can't dwell on "What Ifs", it would only drive me crazy." Harry sighed.

"And apparently talking to yourself isn't a sign of having already crossed that bridge, to your mind at least, I presume?" A beautiful, ambiguous voice came from behind the green eyed man and Harry turned to look at the speaker.

But there was no one there; in fact, the entire graveyard was deserted

"What the..." Harry thought aloud because it seemed rather odd, he hadn't seen the graveyard this empty of living beings in ages. A sad fact, but reality nonetheless.

What was even stranger was someone had spoken to him, yet he saw not a soul on the hallowed grounds. But Harry HAD heard someone, and he hadn't heard anyone Apparate... Were they disillusioned? Was someone playing a trick on him? Or was it just his mind that was on the fritz?

'Got to be my mind. I don't even sense any magical signatures nearby... just death.' Harry thought with a sigh as he made a mental note to take a Dreamless Sleep potion before bed.

Yes, one night of sleep uninterrupted by the nightly horrors that had plagued him for so long would probably do his body good... not to mention that it couldn't hurt to ease his mind a bit as well. Peace of mind in this day and age was both a rarity and a blessing. Something Harry was unused to and hadn't been gifted with in quite some time.

'Will the nightmares ever end?' Harry pondered as he turned back to look at the three graves. 'Will there ever be a day when the faces of the dead, the dying and the lost will no longer haunt me?' He thought miserably. "Will there ever be a time when the dead can forgive me, so that I might forgive myself?" He whispered pleadingly as he stared at Draco's grave.

"Perhaps there can be a time... if you make it so." The voice came again and Harry quickly turned around to try and catch a glimpse of who owned the voice.

But still there was no one. Nothing. Just him and three lost souls… three souls he had failed.

"You can't save everyone, Harry. People die, it's a fact of life. Death is an ending given to all creatures in the beginning. It's natural. But the Dementor's Kiss... THAT is unnatural. THEY are unnatural." The voice came again, but now it surrounded Harry on all sides.

Harry wondered off handedly if the person was male or female. It was just one of those voices that could go either way. And, though beautiful, the timbre of the voice really didn't tell him one way or the other.

'What does that mean?' Harry thought, though he had to agree entirely. He had always thought Dementors were unnatural. Abominations of the highest pedigree,those monsters were. "I wish those THINGS would disappear." He growled under his breath.

"There is a way." The voice responded to his near silent comment and Harry's eyes widened.

Damn this person's hearing was good.

"It's not just my hearing." The voice chuckled and it's comment made Harry worry a bit.

Either he was that obvious, or the person was a legillimens...

"Or both." The voice responded. "I can also sense emotions, but that's another story entirely, I believe." Harry could practically hear the smirk in the melodious and frightfully soothing voice. "I came here to make you a deal. It will give you not only a chance to save people, but to do the world a favor and get rid of those soul stealing abominations."

"A deal?" Harry didn't know how he felt about making deals with people who wouldn't even show their faces... or bodies in general, as the case may be.

Though the chance at offing those damn Dementors was rather tempting.

"I'm not into making deals with people who won't even show themselves." Harry stated as he glanced around.

"Ah, but you are interested in ridding the world of those bastards? To save those who are innocent? To recover that which has been lost? Would you be willing to make a deal if it meant you could change the course of history?"

Harry turned and looked at the three graves before him once more, his eyes wide at the possibility.

But no, it was impossible to change history… wasn't it? True, he had done it once. When he and Hermione had saved Sirius they had gone back in time and had rewritten history, so to speak. But was it possible to go back further? Could this person really be offering him a chance to recover lost loved ones? To protect the innocent? To perhaps even stop the war before it happened?

"What do you mean, exactly?" Harry inquired, not wanting to get his hopes up just to have them dashed.

He had learned that one couldn't take things at face value. There were always variables, different factors which could come into play at any time and royally fuck up a person's life. Yes, he'd had it happen too many times not to be wary, especially when things seem too good to be true.

And going back in time was definitely too good to be true, right?

"I can do many things, Harry. Magic has lost so many Children because of foolishness... the Dementors are to blame for the most damaging of losses and should be dealt with. I can give you that chance. I can send you into the past, before Voldemort came to be, to change the course of the future… for a price."

And there was the snare. Should Harry give in, there was a catch. The chance to save people was just the bait apparently. But if what this person offered was real, if they could really deliver and he could prevent this stupid war... it would be worth any price, wouldn't it?

"What are your terms?" Harry queried, not yet ready to jump at the deal without knowing all the finer details.

He was usually an impulsive Gryffindor, yes. But he was also cunning and knew that having all the rules beforehand was always the best strategy. This made it easier to find ways around them if need be.

"As you know, right now you are the Master of Death..."

"Huh?" Harry asked before thinking.

Honestly, that comment had thrown him for a loop. It was as if the mysterious person thought he had the three Hallows or something, which wasn't the case. He had broken the Elder Wand and tossed it, dropped the Ressurection Stone... somewhere. Actually, he'd been so stressed and desolate at the time it could be anywhere. And the Invisibility Cloak? Okay, yeah he still had that.

Not that it did him any good nowadays.

"You have owned all three. Just because you no longer have them in your possession doesn't mean they do not recognize you as their master. The one to own all three is the Master of Death..."

"Ah..." Some master he was, he couldn't even prevent the deaths of innocents.

"I need no Master." The voice had gone from heavenly to demonic in a matter of seconds.

The change in tone instantly put Harry on guard. Well, that and the actual words spoken. What was meant by 'needing no Master?' Were they mental? Well, that would explain a lot. And he'd almost fallen for it, to think it might actually be possible to go back in time and fix things.

"I need no owner, no Master, and I have no equal. You understand me Mortal?" The frightening voice inquired, seeming to come from all around the green eyed male once more.

Then there was calm, not even the wind dared to stir.

"I'm one of a kind, you see." The voice spoke in it's ethereal tone once more and Harry sighed.

He really didn't want to deal with some bipolar psycho today. He was here to mourn,after all, not to be forced to handle bullshit.

Movement behind him had Harry turning around quickly, defensively, with his wand drawn. This time there was a person standing there, dressed in fine black robes that flowed and danced around the figure, a hood obscuring the owner's face. Said robes reminded Harry of Dementors in a way, the similarity of their "clothing" dancing around them in an invisible wind. But this... this person was far more elegant than a Dementor could even dream of being.

"Dementors don't dream."

Yeah... Harry was pretty sure that the mystery guest was a legillimens.

"No, it's just my job to get into people's heads. It makes their passing more... peaceful usually if I appear to them as their "dream come true" so to speak."

"Huh?" Harry was confused. The figure had made no move towards him, their body language was anything but threatening and they appeared to sincerely wish to talk.

What a strange... creature he was dealing with.

"I'm not a... oh, forget it. I would probably confuse you further as some of my abilities might label me as such in your realm." The figure's elegant shoulders shrugged.

"What are you then?" Harry asked without thinking.

"I am Death. The eternal collector of souls, the one who ferries the dead to the Afterlife to be judged and who handles making certain that said souls arrive at their proper destination. I also have a hand in Soul Bonds and Rebirth, but I'm not directly involved most of the time. Not to the extent that I am over death and ferrying and all that good stuff,at least." The person, 'Death,'stated.

"I think we need to take a trip to St. Mungos and..."

"I'm not mental, Mortal." 'Death' sighed. "Can you cast the Killing Curse?" The cloaked person asked, seemingly out of nowhere.

"Can and will are two different things." Harry answered as he narrowed his eyes at the figure.

"Correct. Now, will you cast it on me?"

Harry looked at the figure like they were crazy, and to him they were! Honestly, they expected the "Saviour of the Wizarding World" to cast an UNFORGIVEABLE at them?

"Trust me, I wont die."

"You want ME to use an UNFORGIVEABLE." Harry laughed, ignoring the other's comment about not going to die from said curse, because it was all ridiculous.

"Yes."

And what was even more insane was that the person was SERIOUS.

"That's not going to happen." Harry shook his head.

No, Harry did not desire to do anything that would incite the Ministry to rain it's corrupt and misguided fury down upon his head, thank you very much. If the fact that they feared him for his power wasn't a good reason to worry, the possibility that they would want to end yet another Ancient wizarding line for its wealth was also a very real threat.

"Either that or I throw it at you and make sure you survive it, but seeing as I've already done that twice now I don't see how it would prove my point... Then again, if I let you die then you would be a soul at my mercy and would have to listen and come to terms with my deal regardless... hmmm, a tempting option."

"What?" Harry was certain that he was dealing with a psycho now.

Or a Necromancer…

'No, Necromancers haven't been seen in ages. They all died out… or were killed by fearful Ministries… either way, they are gone and their powers lost.' Harry thought, absently wondering if they had actually been as bad as the books on them stated.

Sure, Inferi were terrible things and that is the closest anyone in this day and age could come to Necromancy, but it wasn't the real deal. On the other hand, Harry could see where the Art would have been a good thing as well. Necromancers had the ability to bring people back, to tie up lose ends, to put loved ones at ease by finding closure. Additionally, if a person had been murdered, they could bring the victim back in effort to bring the truly wicked to justice rather than the "guessing game" that detectives sometimes played while hoping that they didn't condemn an innocent.

Aside from that, there was one thing that made Harry question the information books provided on the subject…

'History is written by the victors.' Harry thought ruefully and shook his head. He was getting off track again, he should be more focused on the strange person before him. It wasn't wise to let one's mind wander, especially when someone who was potentially mental stood before you…

"I told you, I'm not… oh, why bother trying to talk sense into you at this point. I will just have to prove I'm in my right mind it seems." So called 'Death' sighed before taking on a more relaxed stance. "Well, kill or be killed Harry. Your choice. Though you won't be able to kill me, you can at least try... or die trying, whichever comes first." The figure shrugged and Harry barely had time to dodge as a stream of sickly green light flashed by.

'How the hell did they do that?!' Harry hadn't heard the person speak the spell, worse yet he hadn't even seen a wand!

Sure, Harry could do quite a bit of wandless, wordless, magic but… Avada Kedavra took a lot more than most spells. More power, more focus and more emotion. To do so without a wand was one thing, but without words… that would take a lot of power and practice.

"I suggest you do better than that Harry, if you would like to live and help your loved ones,that is..." The voice trailed off and Harry had to duck out of the way of yet another wave of the deadly green light.

'This person isn't going to take "No" for an answer.' Harry thought in a bit of a panic.

But did it really matter? Sooner or later the Ministry was going to either see him as a "cash cow" or as "too powerful and must be dealt with" anyway, so would it hurt to speed up the process? If this 'Death' person couldn't deliver, then perhaps Harry's death could atone for those lives lost? Maybe then the dead could forgive him?

Probably not, but it was worth a try.

Harry raised his hand, a wand was something he no longer required; he'd found his focus soon after he'd taken out the Dark Lord. Amazing how much clearer his mind was when he no longer had to worry about a mad man constantly after his life. He had realized, after he'd defeated said Dark Lord, that wands were little more than crutches. Even Voldemort had allowed the "you must have a wand to use magic" stigma affect him.

Bloody controlling Ministry.

Yet Harry wasn't sure if his ability to focus and do wandless magic would be enough to accomplish a spell so complex. That was before taking into account the fact he'd never really cast it before. If he could, he'd be giving the Ministry cannon fodder. If he couldn't? Well, he probably wouldn't be allowed to survive much longer after if his opponent was as serious as they appeared to be. Additionally, since Harry didn't have a wand on him,he really didn't have means to try the spell again…

'First time for everything…' And it would be the first time, seeing as Harry wasn't particularly fond of the spell. "Avada Kedavra."

Harry wanted to close his eyes. He didn't want to see the spell, it was bad enough that he FELT the magic flow out from his core and he knew he had done it, he didn't need to see the damning light or what it could do. He didn't want to see it and realize what it represented. What it truly meant. But it was done and he couldn't undo it, he couldn't look away from the bright light of truth before him.

He had cast the worst of the Unforgivables.

"Heh." The figure chuckled and stood still as the green light traveled towards them.

Harry wanted to push them out of harm's way, to yell and tell the person to move, anything to keep that spell from hitting another being. But he couldn't. He wasn't that fast. And all Harry could do was stand there and watch in horror as the Killing Cure hit his opponent dead center.

And said opponent didn't move. They didn't fall, didn't twitch, notta. They just continued to stand there and Harry didn't know what to think.

There were documented cases where people died while they remained standing. Where the adrenaline was so high that their bodies stiffened in a vertical position even after death. Was this one of those instances?

But they hadn't been fighting long enough for adrenaline to be that high. In fact, the cases where things of that nature had occurred were usually war related. And mostly ancient wars, at that, where hand to hand combat and facing one's enemy head on with swords and strength was the norm.

"Quite a bit of power behind that, Harry." Hearing 'Death' speak caused Harry to nearly jump out of his skin.

The being before him had just been hit with a KILLING CURSE, for Merlin's sake! How in the world were they still alive, much less SPEAKING? Even Harry had been thrown for a loop the one time he remembered being hit by that damned spell.

"It would have sent any lesser being flying into my arms. Pity you aren't into the whole killing business... but then again, that's probably a blessing in and of itself. I've been overworked these past fifty years or so and need a vacation." 'Death' sighed.

Yes, after seeing such a display, Harry could admit that there was a very real possibility that the figure before him was indeed Death.

"Does Death even get vacations?" Harry wondered aloud, still shocked at seeing the figure standing and acting so blasé about it.

"Yes and no. Yes, I do get vacations every now and again, but they are extremely short and no because I have to travel back in time so I'm already there doing my job while I take my break. Never can enjoy the 'current scene,' sadly. MY time traveling has no effect on the mortal plain, regardless of what I do, so... eh, no one really notices." Death, shrugged.

"Sounds tough." Harry sympathized, and he really did understand where Death was coming from on the subject. After all, Harry had always been expected to work on his vacations courtesy of those miserable Dursleys.

"It is!" Death nodded, or so Harry thought. It was kind of hard to tell, what with the cloak's hood still up and all. "Though if I had a Child, someone who could take my place for a time, then it would be another story."

"You can have children?" Okay, Harry was confused. He had never thought that the eternal taker of souls would be able to conceive a child.

"Not in the way Humans and other creatures do, sadly. But then again, with my workload, throwing in trying to change diapers and raise a kid properly is an impossibility." Death chuckled. "That's where you and this deal come in."

Harry looked at the figure warily. "You expect me to raise you a child in exchange for a chance to change the past? Granted, having all my loved ones around to help would be wonderful but..."

"I need no little snot nosed brat running around, even if they are being raised by someone else. Just as I don't need a Master."

Well that was confusing, unless...

"Starting to understand, Harry? Surrender your title of Master. Rather than making you a mere Servant in this deal, I've decided to make you my Child. A Child is much more useful to me anyway, and I can make this deal quite sweet for you… in return for your eternal commitment, of course..."

A/N: Just general plot set up in this chapter, probably why it's so long. Actually, chapter two is a continuation of this chapter. I had to split it into two parts really, so it's already ready! You will be getting to see it next Friday for my Octoberfest ~

Again, thank you sapphyredragon-rn! If I didn't have such a wonderful beta... I'd be lost . lol (Seeing as she also keeps me on track/reminds me to update what, when XD lol)
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