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Master.
The whispered word echoed in his head. The black-haired boy did not know where he was, a feeling of air surrounding him. Was he flying? No that doesn’t sound right, he didn’t feel the hardness of a broom. Floating? Yes, that could be it. Maybe someone was levitating him. But who?
Time to wake up Master.
There, that echoed whisper again. This time the boy felt pressure behind his eyelids and emerald green eyes snapped open. All he saw was darkness, but instead of oppressing him, it was freeing. Taking a minute to stretch his limbs he determined he was indeed floating. Opening his mouth he felt his throat scratch, his mouth was very dry. Swallowing a couple of times he deemed himself okay to speak.
Where am I? At his question, the darkness seemed to shift, soft black tendrils wrapping around his torso and for one moment the darkness cleared, a shadowy figure gliding to him before everything was enveloped in that same dark.
I have stood by and watched Master, watched the injustice and suffering. Now you have crossed over to me and it is my responsibility to guide you. Tell me Master, what do you wish to do?
What do I wish to do? About what? Why am I here? The boy was trying to come to grips with his situation. The last he remembered, he was in a cell. Yes, a cold cell and he remembers being dirty and hungry. Then the pain. Oh so much pain. And the blood. He was lying in his blood. A cold realization hit him then but instead of panic he felt oddly at peace.
I am dead aren’t I? And the whispered echo replied.
Yes Master. Your body is where you perished, but your soul has crossed over and awakened my servitude. You know who betrayed you and you have figured out the truth about your soul-bonded. So again I ask Master. What do you wish to do?
The boy remembered now as the darkness spoke. A man he had trusted and ignored his doubts about, had been a good little soldier, raised for slaughter. His so called friends he had entrusted his very life with. The people who he had considered family and who had turned on him since the very start.
He also remembered what he had discovered the day they took him and bound him. His true family he had never known about. But what pained this dark haired boy the most was the knowledge of his soul-bonded. He could’ve saved their life but he never had the chance to.
And now, here he was being asked a question he didn’t know how to answer.
Or maybe he did but did not know how to ask.
I don’t know what I wish to do. I want to go back and save my soul-bonded, I want to know my true parents. But I also want to destroy those who betrayed my and stole my life from me. The boy answered truthfully and the tendrils wrapped around his torso loosened, slithering away.
You shall have your revenge Master, and you shall save your soul-bonded. If you wish it, I will send you back. However, you will need to find a way to revive your soul-bond, the magic that destroyed it is something I abhor, but for you Master, I will allow it. And in the process you will save Wizarding Britain from loosing Magic.
Send me back? Like in the past? How far back?
I shall answer those when I have sent you back Master. Once you know where you are and how much you wish to change, simply call upon me and I shall come answer your questions. The darkness was moving away from him, the boy could feel the floaty feeling fading. Grasping out he spoke.
Wait, who do I call for? Who are you? The darkness stilled for a moment before the whispered echo reached him.
Master, it is I. Death.
Emerald eyes widened as the darkness started moving away and gathering in one spot. The black tendrils slithered back surrounding a form taking shape in front of him. Just as the feeling of lightness faded away completely, a dark towering figure of a man covered in black slithers of darkness formed.
With a wrench behind his naval and his chest the boy was yanked from existence.
17 years in the past, a small boy with a mess of black hair and emerald eyes jerked awake.