1 mastering death

Harry Potter was standing in front of his mortal enemy, after knowing he had to die, in order to vanquish his enemy permanently. He had offered himself on a silver platter.

Feeling upcoming doom did not make him cower in fear, on the contrary, he was waiting for his release. During his life, he had been deprived of love in his childhood, watching other's parents taking care of their children, even the love his aunt and uncle had for his cousin Dudley left him feeling a longing for something in his heart. As he grew the void remained in his heart wishing for a family and friends.

Coming to Hogwarts brought a new light in his life. He made friends, people to talk to, people who knew his parents, opening a new door in his life. He was very happy during his time here. But no matter how much he wished it was not a home for him. he knew after graduating for here he will have to look forward to a new life.

During his life, he had learned that life always moves forward. In the grand scheme of things, he was just a tiny grain of sand in a desert. Even if he died, the sun will rise, the night will fall. If not him somebody else will take care of Voldemort.

Now here he was, after destroying Horcruxes, completing his duty, facing his liberation. He wanted to be finally free. the burdens of war, the death of Sirius and lack of family had left him hollow. He knew that his friend cared for him, even loved him. But he had faced trust issues with Ron during the fourth year that had changed him. He may have forgiven but not forgotten. The next person was Dumbledore, he loved the old man and knew that he had tried to protect his innocence by not telling the truth early. Dumbledore had wanted him to enjoy his life while he could. He wasn't sure if Dumbledore was manipulative or simply an old man doing his best. One thing was certain that he was a flawed man. Then his thoughts went to Severus, his feelings were complex, there was hate surely, but mixed with it was grudging respect. He mused he might even name his child after that man as a show of respect if he lived to had one. Lastly, it was Ginny, here, he wasn't sure of his feelings.

Harry had what he could, weakening his enemy to giving people hope, rest was up to his friends to destroy Voldemort. The wizarding world has truly done a number on him. the weight of 'chosen one ' was too much. He supposed the pressure has pushed to an edge of sorts that rather than fear and fleeing he was welcoming death. As he looked ahead he saw the pale serpentine figure raising his wand and shouting with triumph "Avada kedavra." Then he lost his vision.

Opening his vision he saw the man he least expected. the old headmaster of Hogwarts Dumbledore. Who informed him of his choice to go back or to move on.

Yet, this choice changed his destiny. Across multiverse, numerous harry had will to live, to go back to his friends or to kill Voldemort. But he was the first one to chose death. Yes, he was somewhat tired of his life but he did not chose death as an escape via committing suicide nor did had desire to return after accepting death.

Thus, truly accept death, fulfilling a condition which harry of other worlds could not. Because wanting to return after accepting death wasn't exactly accepting death.

He was the owner of death shroud being the last heir to potter.

He was the holder and last one to use resurrection stone.

He was the true master of the elder wand.

Finally, leading to mastering death.