The Winter Throne

MC's POV

With the 2nd wizarding war over and Voldemort finally dead, I thought my work is done and I can relax finally. So I lived away from wizarding world, occasionally contacting few people to let them know I am well and get updates on on-goings of the world, and then one old day die peacefully. That was the plan, but the thing is plans dont always go as you assume, or to be precise your plans hold no meaning to Death whose precious artifact you had audacity to try to destory when it oh so graciously "gifted" to your bloodline possibly thousand years ago, Or to the ungrateful people for whom you sacrifed everything so that they and their's could live a life of peace and away from sorrows of war and death. It was all for naught, they did exactky what I hoped they wouldn't and again thrust themselves in a senseless war and ended up eradicating themselves. Being last human has lost its charm mere months after the War of the End.

It has been more than two centuries since I last stepped foot in England. I thought I have done my duty and I could rest in peace now, but I was foolish, I was too naive then hope that humanity be it wizard or muggles could learn from their past and turn away from war. It was not to be so, they have done it again. Destoryed everything in thier quest to gain what the other had and in turn lost everything. The ruins of London tells a mornid story of death and destruction, the horror in voices of those unfortunate souls who died in here in the city during the War of End still lingering. I soon reached where once the entrace to Minstry of Magic used to be, now it is just rubble. However, despite that credit has to be given to those who built this place for even though the gateway has collapsed, the structure is still standing as if it was built yesterday, probably the last of reparos to happen before they all died.

Once inside I moved toward my destination, no point to look for anything here anymore, everything of value is already salvaged in my locket truck hanging around my neck. I soon reached the lowest of level of Minstry and memories of old rushed to me again, I could see the Arch of Veil of Death still looking as it did two centuries ago as if time has no meaning to it. This place holds lot of memories for me, from my first time here to save my godfather Sirius and then losing him due to my foolishness, to my first meeting with my love of my life during a joint research project on the Veil almost 6 years after I killed Tommy Boy.

"Sigh..get hold of yourself Potter!" I chided myself, "Sooner we finish this, sooner we can be rid of this existence".

I took my dagger from my holster and sliced my palm and started writing runes in circle around the arch 7 circles each reducing their diameter with gap of 7 inches to be written in 7 oldest, or magical languages known to Mages, 1st to be Norse, 2nd Celtic, 3rd Latin, 4rth Greek, 5th Egyptian, 6th Babylonian glyphs, and 7th being the closest to arch and oldes Sanskrit.

As soon as the last of the runes were written, they arch if veil lit up in an errie pale blue light and the Veil itself turned from its liquid kind of state to almost a tunnel gateway wit nothing to be seen beyond but bright white light.

"I know what I am doing, there's nothing left for me here" I tried to console my self of my decision and stepped towards the archway and with one final step I was engulfed in the bright light and a sensation falling was felt soon.

Soon I found myself in what could be termed as a hallway with infinete sides which should not possible but at every side, angle or direction all I could see was innumerable doors surround the vast empty hall in which I found myself standing.

"Hello, Harry Potter" I heard a voice I never thought I would hear again, I turned toward it so fast I am sure had it been the old world I would have broken my neck, but the sight I was greeted would have been well worth it, for there standing near one of the doors was the one person who was the most precious to me, who loved me for me and not my name or fame, who was the one bright light in my dark world, who was...dead.

"Luna?"

"Mmhm, thats me, are the nargles still affecting you harry?"

"But, how? You died" then I realized something,

"Am I dead too?" I asked, silently relived that I could be free from this cursed existence.

"Hihi, oh silly Harry, you are not dead" she said, seemingly finding amused of my confustion, yep thats my Luna.

"The hallows are parts of death itself harry, it broke you out of the mortal rules of life and death as soon as you claimed the hallows" She explained.

"So, what now? I dont want to live again, not without you, not after all that which has happened back there".

"Oh Harry, I wish I could have an answer for you, all I can say is I was granted the permission to meet you one last time before you begin your next journey".

"What journey?" I asked, confused about what she was talking about, but then I remembered the ritual, the locket, the things I planned and prepared for years, it all came rushing to my mind, "I remember now, but how are you here? According to the book it should have brought me to the nearest possible world with same components as ours. So how am I here and how are we talking?"

"I brought you here Harry Potter" a powerful voice resonated throughout the hall, and soon a figure materialized infront of me, a mand stood infront me looking for all the world as an extrememly rich businessman, yet the power I could feel from him could not be ignored it was overwhelming, extrememly so, yet it felt familiar, as if I have been in its presence all my life.

"You're right again Harry, in a sense I am a businessman, my business particulary pertains to maintaining balance in multiverse between life and death neither more than the other, a delicate thing to achieve but results in something smashingly beautiful, a dance of of worlds in the cosmic ocean in a rythm so beautiful that it enchants even eternity hereel", the man said, it sounded oddly something about I read in one of hindu scriptures, regarding possibilities of multiverse, other worlds, dimensions all in a rythm one coexist because of other.

The man chuckled as if he read my mind, "Yes, you are correct, pardon for reading your thoughts, but you are right about what you read in those scriptures" he said, "Before I explain my reason of raising this topic or bringing you here, let me introduce myself, I am...Death."