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Draco's Saving Grace from his Devastating Past	By : PygmyPuffs Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 9017 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, Super Man, Batman, The Avengers, or Deadpool (the last three are only mentioned once and the fourth may be revisited at a later date! This is a Harry Potter Fanfiction)

Chapter List
- 1-Draco
- 2-Harry
- 3-Harry
- 4-Neville
- 5-Draco
- 6-Ginny
- 7-Draco
- 8-Severus
- 9-Harry
- 10-Severus
- 11-Emberly
- 12-Draco
- 13-Emberly
- 14-Death
- 15-Gred and Forge
- 16-Ginny
- 17-Harry
- 18-Andromeda
- 19-Severus
- 20-Draco
- 21-Harry
- 22-The Greengrasses
- 23-Draco
- 24-Severus
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- 14
- 15
Chapter 14: Death
Death has been watching its master since the night that he first vanquished the so called Dark Lord that had been terrorizing the British Wizarding World for the past 50 years. Its master was the only soul that he could have an influence on, and it was a tasked dictated by Fate.
It let out a sigh of exasperation when his master refused to take up his responsibilities after finally destroying Voldemort. Death had made it possible to talk to his old Headmaster and return to the World of the Living so that he could finish Fate’s task for him.
It watched as its master discovered the duplicity of his mortal companion, a fickle female that wanted nothing but its master’s money. It smiled as the female got what she deserved in the end and commended its master in his cunning ability to make her confess to more than what she had been charged with.
Death let out another sigh, thinking back to when it first discovered its fated master. Just a babe. He was a happy child until his parents were killed. It took their souls personally to their afterlife, assuring them that it would watch over their son for eternity, and that it would keep him as safe as it could. They seemed relieved that it would keep an eye on the boy.
It would speak to the frightened and hurt child in the cupboard. It would assist the boy’s magic in healing him whenever he could, and it would laugh at the cleverness of its master whenever the chance arose for the boy to get back at his unsavory relatives. It had made a vow that he would come and collect their souls when their time came. Telling them that the boy they abused was its master and that it would make sure they suffered for what they did to him.
If Death could love, or understand the concept of love, it would say that it loved its master dearly. It was there with him from the moment he was born, and it would stay with him to the very end.
The one thing Death didn’t quite understand was its master’s sadness and loneliness. It felt that with it being his master’s companion would be enough. It tried to understand, tried to make sense of its master’s ramblings over the centuries, but it seemed that it had failed. So, when Death found the female child that suffered nearly as much as his master had pushed down the stairs by her father, it brought the soul directly to its master in hopes he would take her as a companion and forget the mortal male that he claimed to love.
Shaking its head, Death continued to watch as Master trained his child, Little Flame he called her. Watched as he took her to universes that only itself, Fate, Time, Magic, and the others were privy too. It watched as the soul matured, but did not grow, as the soul became more attached to her “daddy”. It smiled when he felt the sadness that its master felt begin to diminish, but never leave, and now it stood watching its master and the child prepare to return to its master’s home.
“You need to understand, Little Flame, that once we enter the World of the Living, your soul will return to the body that it left,” Master explained, “It will not be the exact same body, for that has started decaying, but one very similar. Similar enough that it will have many of the injuries that you acquired when going down the stairs, save for the fatal ones.”
“I understand, Dad. You’ve told me this several times over the years. I’m prepared,” Little Flame insisted.
Death couldn’t understand why the child would want to return to the world where she was murdered, couldn’t understand why its master wanted to return either. Was Death and the child not enough to keep Master happy?
“It will hurt, and you will be a matured soul in the body of a 5-year-old child,” Master informed her as he made sure his paper work was organized and in its proper places, leaving a scrap of parchment out to write a letter, Death guessed.
“I know, Dad. I’ll be fine,” she assured Master.
“What am I to do while you are gone, Master?” Death asked, making its presence known.
Master turned and looked at it with a fond smile, or what he thought was a fond smile, it saw Master give the smile to the child often enough. “You will continue as if I was still here, my friend. I will not be abandoning my post. I have long accepted it. I will travel back and forth, you have my word.”
“I still do not understand your need to return, Master,” it said.
“I know, but I must. I have promises I need to keep, and Emberly needs human contact and a chance to learn who she could have been,” Master told him gently.
“I’ll be ok Death. I will always be grateful to you for bring me here, for allowing me to stay,” Little Flame said, taking its hand in hers.
Death simply shook his head, still not understanding the need for mortal connections when they were immortal and had it. It faded into the shadows, leaving its companions to continue to pack for their trip. It will continue to watch them, be there for them when they need its presence. Maybe one day it would understand what Master truly needed and it hoped that it would always be needed and not replaced by that mortal man Master seemed to be so enamored with.
Death would surely miss their companionship, especially Little Flame’s. She had grown on it as much as she had on Master. To not be able to help her, or see her, or even truly speak to her while she was in the World of the Living. Perhaps this visit, or stay would help Master, take that sadness it sees in his eyes every time it was in Master’s presence. Maybe it would relieve that lingering loneliness too, for Death could only hope as he went to see to its reapers and if there was anything that needed its attention.
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