Chapter One: Meeting Death
Once every mega-annum or so the ten primordia's gather round to vent their complaints to each other and help come up with solutions to fix their problems. They also use this opportunity to get drunk on the only alcohol that can get them drunk, Universal Ale. This gathering is called 'The Convergence' due to the element's densities increasing galaxy-wide where it is hosted. Currently the year is 1400 on the primordial calendar, or 14 billion years since the Big Bang. This year's Convergence is occurring in a fairly large but remote galaxy called "The Milky Way" by their only inhabitants.
The ten primordia's, Space, Time, Life, Death, Fire, Water, Earth, Air, Void, and Magic, have all been drinking for the past hour or so and have all agreed that Life and Death have the worst problems at the moment. A lot of people across the universe have been splitting their souls and placing them into objects that they call 'Horcruxes' which places them under both Life and Deaths jurisdiction, but neither wants to deal with them.
"Well what if we give a mortal special powers to deal with the Horcruxes, then just move his soul when he dies to take care of the next one?" Offered Magic, "Since we are pretty close to one now, why don't we do a test run on this planet? By the time The Convergence is over they'll have finished the job so we can get results right away."
"Nah, you know directly giving mortals our powers never ends well." Replied Void, "You remember the Malburn Incident right?"
They all winced at that, "Well if we keep the power levels controlled this time around and stop supplying them with power around the time they become an Elder God, we should be able to keep the damage to this galaxy cluster should anything go wrong" Mentioned Water.
"That is true but what power should we make? I personally think that since this is Life and Deaths problem it should be some form of necromancy, no?" Said Time, "Fate has been going prophecy crazy for a couple million years so maybe interfere with one of them?"
"I think that's a great idea, and I have just the test subject." Said Death.
[Harry POV]
It's almost midnight Harry, your going to be five soon! Not that anyone cares… Haaa, I drew a cake in the dust just like every year and got ready to 'blow out the candles' so to speak, the Dursleys would never get me a real cake would they? I started to sing quietly, "Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday to me, Happy Bi~rthday to me~, Happy Birthday to me. Make a wish Harry." I wish to be happy.
[Happy huh? Well I can do that]
"AAHH! Who said that!?!"
[I did, I am offering you a chance to be happy, to be free, to get revenge on those who wronged you, all you have to do is help me with one little thing]
"Who are you? Where are you?"
[I am Death, and like I said, I am willing to make a deal with you, happiness and freedom for a small favor, what do you say?]
"W-why though? What favor? A-are you a god?"
[An experiment really, you'll find out the favor when you're old enough but in short I need to to destroy some things for me, and no I'm not a god I'm a primordial, much more powerful.]
"W-why me? And how are you going to make me happy?"
[I chose you because you'll have to do it eventually anyways, this will just make it easier, and I will give you power to make yourself happy, not now obviously, I just want to give you time to think. I'll talk to you again on the day your magic core condenses to the first stage, which will be in just under six years, now sleep]
Harry collapsed and when he woke up all he remembered was a strange dream…
[July 24th, 1991]
"Get the mail, Dudley," said Uncle Vernon from behind his paper.
"Make Harry get it."
"Get the mail, Harry."
"Make Dudley get it."
"Poke him with your Smelting stick, Dudley."
Harry dodged the Smelting stick and went to get the mail. Three things on the doormat: a postcard from Uncle Vernon's sister Marge, who was vacationing on the Isle of Wight, a brown envelope that looked like a bill, and -- a letter for Harry.
Harry picked it up and stared at it, his heart twanging like a giant elastic band. No one, ever, in his whole life, had written to him. Who would? He had no friends, no other relatives -- he didn't belong to the library, so he'd never even got rude notes asking for books back. Yet here it was, a letter, addressed so plainly there could be no mistake:
Mr. H. Potter
The Cupboard under the Stairs
4 Privet Drive
Little Whinging
Surrey
The envelope was thick and heavy, made of yellowish parchment, and the address was written in emerald-green ink. There was no stamp. Turning the envelope over, his hand trembling, Harry saw a purple wax seal bearing a coat of arms; a lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake surrounding a large letter H.
"Hurry up, boy!" shouted Uncle Vernon from the kitchen. "What are you doing, checking for letter bombs?" He chuckled at his own joke.
He went back to the kitchen, slipping the letter into his cupboard on the way there and went about his day, promising to read the letter later that night.
[11:00 PM]
Harry stole a small flashlight years ago and it still had some charge left in it, he broke the wax seal on the letter and pulled out the parchment and found there was two pieces inside, unfolding the first one it read:
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmaster: ALBUS DUMBLEDORE
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Mr. Potter,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1st. We await your owl by no later than July 31st.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall,
Deputy Headmistress
It was at this moment that he heard a vaguely familiar voice, one he never thought he really heard.
[Damm, I look away for six years and you get yourself admitted into the most prodigious (AKA only) magic school in Britain… nice, so your magic core condensed, good for you. So what do you say? Happiness and freedom for a favor?]
"HOLY SHIT I THOUGHT YOU WERE A DREAM!"
[SHUSH! You'll wake the Dursleys, and yes I'm real]
"Oh right… umm, Lady Death, what is this favor again? And what is the power that you want to give me?"
[I want you to destroy some things that you'll have to destroy later anyways, and I will give you a tool that me and a few other primordia's worked on to help you get stronger faster]
"Ummm ok, sure why not, it's not like there's anything wrong with making a deal with the devil."
[Sweet! So the power I am going to give you is called 'The Necromancer System', and the things I want you to destroy are called Horcruxes. Hell, I'll give you a freebie and destroy the one in your skull for you, leaving you with six more to destroy]
"WAIT! There's something in my skull! Get rid of it!"
[I just said I would, I'm downloading the system now, and I'll have the system purge the soul shard and your good to go, you'll wake up in the morning and the tutorial will start, however this will likely be the last time we talk until the first horcrux is destroyed, so this is your last chance to ask any questions]
"Umm, isn't necromancy bad? Will I be hunted for it?"
[For most people, yes, however you have the blessings of all 10 primordial beings saying "ITS OK FOR THIS GUY TO DO WHATEVER", but as you can't really advertise that I recommend learning so called 'Light Magic' in public and learning 'Dark Magic' in private so as to not be seen as an evil mage.]
"Umm ok, what do I do now?"
[Train the skills you get for free until someone picks you up to take you shopping for school supplies, don't tell the Dursleys about the letter as it will make your life hell, and act natural.]
"Ok then, that's all I guess, goodbye Lady Death"
[Farewell Harry]
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