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Death.
Unavoidable. A law of nature. Unbendable. A phenomena to most, a fate for all but enslaved by only one. For that one person proved to be fearless in the face of death itself. For they managed to master their own fate against death. Managed to gather all of what hold any dominion over death after it had made one of its foolish mistakes eons ago.
That person who is a boy barely of age in the muggle world had become the only man alive to Master Death. He had become the Master of Death. A being existent before time itself. A being whose ego allowed it to believe that its mistake was not much of a harm but was made dumbfounded when one boy alone gathered all three of those "objects" : The cloak, The wand and The stone. This one boy with eyes the color of the richest shade of emerald and the darkest raven hair had gained what was desired by the fewest yet the wisest men with such knowledge. To escape Death. But, he who had no such intention succeeded.
This came as little surprise to death which it accepted soon enough. It could only expect a call from its so called "master" as soon as possible. It had believed its new "owner" to be as greedy and wretched as any other mortal who only sought power. But the real shock came to the unfeeling death when this boy oh so blatantly refused it as soon as he held any proof of claiming the power to manipulate death.An understatement for the overpowered being actually
Power meant nothing to the boy so he used the wand to repair his old one and cast it aside. The stone he left between bundles of trees lost to all men. The cloak he kept as a memoir of his closest but lost kin.
The surprise death was left with when it had been rejected so openly by the only one that had ever been able to prove his worth for owning death. Why? It wondered. Why would he throw me away? It pondered. Such power, such greatness...Why would anyone reject this? Why would you reject as well as abandon me at the same time?
For the first time ever death felt dejected. It was furious all the same and could only lament at this rejection. Then it suddenly clicked. This human did not want anything from it. He had already found solace in what he achieved in his life albeit the scars that remained hidden underneath. They wanted nothing to do with death as it did not fear death which meant that thoughts about death would never occupy his mind . He would gladly accept death as a part of his life and nothing more.
Nothing More.Death should have felt joy at this for it would not be controlled by any mortal. Jubilant at most but surprisingly enough death was not pleased at all. This rejection ignited something inside death . It did not want to be rejected by one that had the right to claim it. So, Death for the remaining part observed everything about the boy. His feeble past, his present and what the future had written for him. He watched closely all of which the boy had endured. How he had managed to gather what was a part of death and how his lineage connected him to Death.
Once it was finished a pang of curiosity coursed through its entirety. This was followed by a want. A want to occupy every inch of this soul's mindscape. To see this living and breathing human up close so that Death could revel on the presence of it one and only master. Death wanted to embody itself into their masters whole being, make itself aware in their line of sight.
Never had it ever felt such a want. Death actually not yet known to itself craves acceptance from someone and that someone being a mortal is all the more aggrieving. It knows that it will never get a chance to ever meet someone like this once their time is over. Once they would come ultimately into the arms of Death only to perish with time. It could never be able to meet this person materially.
Then a realization hits. For it to meet its master materially all of the hallows have to be in his presence. Till then, the being cannot have any means of "'proper'" contact with its "master" . Now, that can become a hindrance. This annoys death to its core.
But.
Even though it does not have a means of material contact that does not mean it still cannot alter the mortal world spiritually. So, death decides that it must by whatever means possible make it master collect the hallows once more . The cloak he possesses so the wand and the stone are the only ones left. It has all the time but not the patience required for the execution . It may know its master all too well and so knows how unyielding he is always so it has to plan meticulously its next move. It knows that the fear of death is something it cannot use against its master which makes it detest one more the meaning of its existence to its master. While death is something mortals think and fear all their life, its master does not even bat an eyelash to it. Its master does not fear it but the most trivial of matters . The boy has complete claim over death now but death has not a single hold over him. This makes deaths want stronger to claim its master as its own however much effort it has to put into the process.
Death cannot be denied by anything living so it wont allow its master to deny it too!
It can rationally comprehend the consequences of its actions but yet it does not want to understand and care about them at the same time. It can know what its choice will change in the future but the thrill of not knowing holds it back. Because after so long had death felt so many sensations raging in it whole being. It is learning the true meaning of Desire. The essence of a sibling it has always despised.
So, it will go and do whatever it wants. It suspects that manipulation may have to be used on its master on the way and if it can get the proper results it is ready to use it no matter how hurt its master may be because in the end at least it's master would belong only to itself.
Once it has finished thinking long enough, death embarks at long last without looking behind for he find the need to satiate his desire of more urgency right now. Death ventures to the world of the living as a spirit to meet what he wants. It sets off with a goal to be accepted and mark its master as its own knowing what calamity is to be brought in its wake.
From now on death has started to sought after Harry Potter.