//------------------------------// // Prologue // Story: The Alicorn Of Death // by WhalenJP //------------------------------// Harry James Potter was bored. He rarely ever got bored… It’s been a rather normal day, a decade ever since the end of the Second Wizarding War, when he killed Tom Marvolo Riddle alias Voldemort, his life seemed to look up at that point… Got a wife named Ginny Weasley… His two best friends Hermione and Ron, married to each other… Becoming a Godfather to his father’s best friend son by Remus Lupin and Nymphadora Tonks who died in the Final Battle named Teddy… This was the life… So why did young Harry feel bored? Is it because of no one trying to kill him anymore? Is it the Wizarding World that became a flock of sheep and him their shephard? Is it the thrumming power of the Hallows? Yes, my dear readers, you know the most important part of the story… ...The Deathly Hallows… Three legendary and powerful artifacts created by Death Herself by request of three brothers that crossed a deadly river by building a bridge with their magic. The Elder Wand... The Invisibility Cloak… The Resurrection Stone… Bring them together and you become The Master Of Death… Poor unfortunate Harry was at the right place, at the right time, doing the right thing. He became Immortal, Undying… Bored… He didn't even know he was Immortal... Until... Harry one day went on a walk through Diagon Alley to pick up some errands, when one of the former Death Eaters from the War killed him by yelling, “ Avada Kedavra!” Harry heard the familiar words of the Killing Curse just as it struck his back. A few hours later, he woke up in a open coffin, surrounded by friends and family, who were weeping over him for his untimely death. Harry, sorta confused, spoke, his voice raspy, “ What the bloody hell happened?” Those that were around him gasped and a couple of them screamed, making him shoot up into a sitting position in concern. “ What, what?! Who’s trying to kill who?! I’ll kill them first!” He gripped the Elder Wand in his fingers, poised to start defending himself and those that were close to him. “ Harry?!” said Hermione Granger, his brilliant Muggleborn friend, stared at him in open mouthed shock. “ Hermione? What happened? Why’s everyone so sad? Why am I in a coffin?” Harry, still looking around for a potential threat, spouted his questions left and right, searching for danger. “Harry… You were dead, mate!” Ronald Weasley bluntly said to him, his eyes wide. Harry blinked, shock filling his system at the words ‘Harry’ and the word ‘Dead’ in the same sentence, which shouldn’t be possible. “ I was what?...” Harry trailed off as he thought back to his moments before his sudden blackout. I was going to grab errands for me and Teddy, heard the Killing Curse being fired by a random bypasser, getting---... Harry’s eyes widened and he whispered, “ I was dead…” Then as if those three magic words, Get It Magic, were said by him, the area around him glowed bright, and his friends and family covered their eyes to prevent themselves being blind by the light. Teddy Lupin, Harry’s Godson, yelled “ DAD!!!” Then with a bang, Harry and Teddy disappeared, leaving everyone there shocked at what occurred… “ What the bloody hell was that?!” Ron yelled out, shocked out of his mind. Hermione didn’t Gibb Slap him in the back of the head for his cussing this time, because for once, she agreed with him…