10 Truth and War

Chapter 10. Truth and War

Henry took a deep breath and calmed himself before turning around and sitting in front of Death. Now, how was he supposed to greet her? Should he be friendly since she was lying all relaxed on his bed or should he be respectful?

Lady Death herself gazed at the little boy while she was sprawled on the bed, examining his worth.

She sat up and propped her back against the headboard, still looking at him. If Henry was honest, she didn't look that deathly.

She was wearing a black robe which covered her from neck down. Other than her face and neck, no other part of her body was bare. Her long obsidian hair was flowing behind her like a dark waterfall and her face was as white as chalk. If not for her glowing black eyes and extremely pale skin, she wouldn't look much different from a normal 20 years old witch. A very beautiful 20 years old witch that is.

She caught his gaze and her lips twitched in amusement. It was as if she knew everything that was going on inside his mind. Maybe she did but he didn't have enough courage to ask her for confirmation.

What are you doing here, Death? Wasn't it decided that no higher beings will interfere in his life?

Isis asked sourly.

Death just smiled, not taking offence to her tone.

"It's good to see you again, Isis. And you are right, we have agreed to not interfere in his life and let him grow naturally. But I just wanted to see him with my own eyes and impart some information which will make him a little less confused." Lady Death said frankly.

Henry was really curious about what was going on here.

"Hello, my name is Harry Potter. Though I am known by Henry Potter here. Nice to meet you, but can we talk in a way that I can understand?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.

"I plan to, dear Harry. By the time I am gone, you won't be clueless anymore." She laughed softly as she scooted closer and cupped his face, staring at him tenderly. "You look just like him. If I didn't know better I would have thought you were him. His younger self at least."

"I am still as confused as before. Thank you very much." Henry smiled sarcastically and gently pushed her hands away. He still remembered his mother's warning to stay away from creepy strangers. And this lady gave him an uncomfortable feeling. It may be just that he knew how he was barely an insect in front of her and she might kill him with barely a sneeze. He decided to use [Observe] on her.

Don't be stupid, Henry, it won't work on her. Some beings are out of my range. And unfortunately she is one of them.

Isis grumbled and no screen popped up to give him details about the lady giggling in front of him.

"You are still mad about that, Isis? Of course, we wouldn't give you power to topple us from our thrones that easily." Lady Death smirked slyly.

"Time out!" Henry interrupted, having enough of being in the dark. He glared at the entity far stronger than him and said, "Start from the beginning."

Death hummed thoughtfully and again laid down on the bed with her legs thrown over his lap. He scowled but didn't push them away.

"First of all, Harry, you should know that there are various gods and goddesses in every world. These divine beings are powerful enough to destroy worlds and create new ones. Though they aren't unique. There are uncountable numbers of them in the multiverse. They number in billions and trillions.

"Still, ultimately, they are just a speck of dirt compared to the Creator. The all powerful, the omniscient one. Yes, the very same being who created Isis and gifted her to you. Do you know why he did that, why he gave you a power which has no limits? Which can theoretically make you as strong as the Creator himself in a few hundred centuries?" She asked rhetorically.

Henry shook his head, feeling all nervous and scared. How was he to react to that there were beings thousand times stronger than him and yet they were still nothing compared to the Creator.

"Because you are one of the most tragic versions of Harry Potter in the whole multiverse." She said softly.

Henry was taken aback by that. What exactly did she mean by that? As if hearing his unasked question, she began again after a moment of silence.

"If you can remember, it was the very same day that your house was attacked after you got your gamer power. Now think about how that incident would have played out if you didn't have the necessary power to save your family."

Harry felt dread roar in his stomach. His eyes widened in fear.

"I will tell you what would have happened. While your mother was immensely strong and tried her best, she was in the end defeated. Not because she lacked skills to kill them, but because they had you and Iris as hostages. Not having the heart to see your pain, she dropped her wand and went on her knees. After that, they kidnapped you three and took you to their Manor which was heavily protected. From then on your life was miserable. You three were chained in the basement where you were provided only enough food and water that you would survive."

Henry was quivering in fear, knowing where this was going.

"Do you want me to go on? You have seen enough of the world to know what happened next to your family. You three were never rescued. The three of you died in that same cell decades later after your mind and body broke from the constant torment, leaving your children to suffer the same fate as yours. In your world, the Potter line ended up being nothing, but slaves for your enemies. The once mighty family of Potters at last was reduced to sex slaves."

Lady Death saw how pale the boy had become and how he trembled from unbridled rage. She gently placed her hand on his shoulder, absorbing his rage and calming him.

"Fortunately for you, the omniscient one changed the fate of yours and gave you a power to be free from divine influences such as fate and everything."

"But why? Why would he go this far to help me? I am not arrogant enough to think that my life was the worst in the entire multiverse. There must be more than a million people in worse condition than me. Why did he help me?" Henry whispered, his eyes still unseeing as torturous 'what if' images played in his mind.

Lady Death's lips turned up in a teasing smile.

"Because the Creator isn't an impartial being. He is biassed towards all the Harry Potters. You must have guessed it by now, yes, the Creator once was Harry Potter too and he vehemently disagrees to let any of his variants or their families suffer. You would be surprised to know that all the infinite number of Harry Potters are powerful and happy due to him. They are magical giants and leaders of their countries. Some of them are good and some of them are evil, but all of them end up being happy and successful."

Henry took in the new information with a nervous gulp. While he was thankful to the Creator, he still wasn't comfortable with his attention on him. It wasn't easy getting used to the feeling that whatever you do or think is known by some all-knowing being. Before he could ask any more questions, she continued by her own accord.

"But you, Harry Potter, are more special than your other kins. You are given a Power with no limits. If you keep on growing, you will one day may fulfil your objective." Death said softly as she scooted back to her place.

"And what objective is that?" He asked with bated breath.

"Isn't it obvious? To become the Creator's equal of course."

Henry would have laughed if he didn't see how serious Lady Death was.

"The Creator is known by many names. But his real title is, the God of Chaos. And when there is Chaos there must be Order. You will be the God of Order. Not soon. It will take a number of centuries for you to reach that level, but you are the desired candidate for that title. These two forces, Chaos and Order are the strongest domains of the entire multiverse. One Harry Potter already is Lord of Chaos while the other domain is still unoccupied. And since the Creator is biassed, he wants only a Harry Potter to reach his level and no one else. You, boy, are in luck. I hope you won't squander the chance that my husband gave you."

Saying that, the immortal woman slid off the bed and stood up.

"It's time for me to go. This world won't be able to survive if I stay a few minutes more. Also as a parting gift, I will reveal this, due to Isis messing with the [Remorseless] trait, your gamer's mind is getting nerfed. Decide by yourself what you want to do." She shot him a smile. And then she wasn't there anymore, leaving him again alone in the room.

Fucking bitch. I never liked them very much.

Isis spat venomously.

"Will you please tell me what just happened? I am more confused than ever."

Fine. I will organise this new info for you. The Creator's purpose to attach me to your soul was to give you a potential of unlimited power. He wants you to become his equal and be the Lord of Order which even I didn't know. That, of course, won't be achieved anytime soon. Then Death revealed what would have been your fate if not for his intervention.

Thankfully the fate changed. She also told us why your [Gamer's Mind] and [Remorseless] aren't consistent anymore. It's because I have adapted the [Remorseless] trait for you, the [Gamer's Mind] potency is decreased to keep the balance in the system.

It's up to you now. Do you want me to reset those two things back or will you like to continue as they are? Remember, if you reset them then you will be a cold emotionless bastard to everyone including your family. That was the reason why I specialised that trait for you. But it seems the all powerful brats didn't like my meddling and they nerfed your [Gamer's Mind] as a price. You are now vulnerable to emotional and psychological attacks. At least your [Gamer's Mind] will stop someone from taking over your mind.

Henry nodded slowly as he laid down on the bed. "Let it be as it is. I have gotten used to it.

"One last question. Why do you dislike them so much?"

Because I was once a female variant of Harry Potter myself. I tried to destroy the ultimate authority, I tried to topple the Kings and Queens of the worlds, but got my arse beaten into oblivion. It was lucky that I was a Harry Potter and my attempt only amused them, so instead of destroying my soul, the Creator just sealed me into a system until he attached me to your soul.

Henry was amazed by all these stories. It felt like he finally was able to understand the basic workings of the multiverse.

"Why did you do that? Why rebel against the Creator? Is he evil or something?"

Well, he is sometimes evil and sometimes good, but he is consistently kind to a few, namely his wives. He is just pure Chaos, wobbling between good and bad every minute. As to why I rebelled against him? I was just bored and had nothing better to do.

Henry couldn't help, but gape openly at that.

"So you were a stupid brat?"

I was just sixteen!

"Oh… you died so young. At least you got a second chance with me."

Yes. Now we both will become so strong that the Creator will tremble beneath our might.

"Dream on. I am not going to fight him even when I become his equal. I am not suicidal, thank you very much."

You are no fun.

"Or I am rational and intelligent unlike a certain rash teen."

Take it back! I wasn't rash. I died in glory fighting against the unwinnable.

"That's what rash means."

Ignoring her petulant complaints, he decided to see the new notifications.

QUEST:

– Meet Lady Death.

Success!

REWARD: gained!

– Perk [Death's Favoured]

[Death's Favoured]

– This perk allows you to access the domains of Death for your Necromancer Class without attracting any negative attention from the various Gods of Dead.

~xXxXx~

At last the time had finally come. He looked in satisfaction at his character sheet.

Character Sheet

Name: Henry Potter

Race: Human

Class: Necromancer

Lvl: 300(Max)

HP: 15,000 (10 per second)

MP: 30,000 (100 per second)

Traits:

[Remorseless]

[Lustful]

Perks:

[Gamer's Mind] (Passive)

[Gamer's Body] (Passive)

[Observe] (Active)

[Peak Body] (Passive)

[Skill Create] (Active)

[Teleportation] (Active)

[Inventory] (Active)

[Increased HP regeneration] (Passive)

[Killer] (Active)

[Increased MP regeneration] (Passive)

[Unlimited Money] (Active)

[Shapeshifter] (Active)

[Death's Favoured] (Passive)

[Reviver] (Active)

Skills:

[Skeleton Horde]

[Undead Archer]

[Repair]

[Create Undead]

[Ray of Darkness]

[Mana Manipulation]

[Army of the Dead]

[Enslave]

[Master of Dead]

[Shadowbind]

[Soul Searcher]

…

[Reviver]

It gives the user the power to truly resurrect people who were dead in the last five years. Can only be used 100 times in a year.

But his attention was quickly drawn to the bottom of the status screen.

Bonus Reward for Maxing:

– Party System Unlocked!

New members can be added to the system for limited benefits. At the moment only one member is allowed but it can be increased by maxing other Classes.

Current Members (0/1):

[None]

"Isis, is this what I think it is?" Henry asked with a tremor in his voice.

Yes, Henry. You can finally share your secret and can bring others in the know.

Henry couldn't help but smile tearfully at the thought of sharing all of his secrets with his sister. When she would be revived, he would tell her everything. And when he would max the [Mage] Class, he would tell his mum too. There won't be any secrets between the family.

His mood had never been this good before. He felt like laughing for hours. But before he could lose himself in his blissful thoughts, his golden bracelet began vibrating.

Daphne was in danger.

~xXxXx~

They both stood before the troll painting on the seventh floor under the invisibility spell. Just beside the Room of Requirement.

"This is a bad idea." whispered Tracey.

"I know. But we have to do this. Didn't you see Malfoy's face? Tonight something is going to happen and we have to stop him before he succeeds." Daphne whispered back.

Since Harry Potter had shined light on Draco's strange behaviour, the three of them had paid extra attention to him. Daphne and Tracey had begun following him. For months, Draco came to this secret room and did who knows what. The two girls had never gone inside fearing what they would find or if they would trigger some traps and get caught.

Harry was also aware that Henry's friends were onto Draco's tail. Instead of stopping them, he just told them to be extra careful.

He was glad that people other than him were keeping an eye on the blond ferret. Usually, Harry would be with them, giving them company while keeping watch and giving them extra protection.

He hadn't forgotten his promise to the girls. He would keep them safe while Henry wasn't here. That's why he had asked them not to go after Draco tonight since he wouldn't be there to give them protection.

Dumbledore had asked him to accompany him somewhere and he couldn't decline his offer since it might be crucial to the war against Voldemort.

He had begged them not to make a stupid move, knowing how impulsive Daphne was.

Alas, Daphne hadn't heeded his warning and dragged Tracey with her to continue their job.

"It is dangerous though. What will we do if he discovers us?" Tracey hissed under her breath.

"We will fight him. It's not like Draco is some powerhouse. We can easily overwhelm him." Daphne replied confidently.

Tracey had a bad feeling about this, but couldn't find any flaw in her logic. Draco Malfoy was alone after all. What could he do against two decently powerful witches?

And that's where they were wrong. Draco Malfoy wasn't alone as a door formed on the wall and was pushed open. As he stepped out, following behind him were dozens of Death Eaters and werewolves.

Both the girls stiffened in fear knowing that they had made a huge mistake. They stood silently, hoping against hope that they wouldn't be noticed. Still, Daphne had a wild card on her wrist. She totally believed that Henry would come if they were in danger. It seemed she would reunite with her little brother after such a long time. Though she wished it would have been in better circumstances.

Daphne and Tracey pressed their backs against the wall as the group of murderers and rapists passed by them in this school of children. When they were just about to sigh in relief as the group reached the end of the hallway, Fenrir Greyback chuckled dryly.

"We can't see you, but we can smell you. If we had more time, I would have played with you, ripping your clothes apart and sinking my teeth in your soft skin and turning you into my kin. Unfortunately, I am on a mission."

"Rob and Mark, take care of these two girls. Keep them alive if possible. It is always fun to break naive children." Fenrir barked his order and went away with Malfoy, leaving two werewolves behind.

The two stocky men, one with rust coloured shaggy hair and beard and the other with short dirty blonde hair, grinned maliciously as they stared at them even though they were invisible.

The two girls dropped their invisibility spells and pointed their wands at the feral animals. The tall men whistled appreciatively as they ran their eyes hungrily on their bodies.

"Ooh! Mark, we got lucky. We have such beauties in our grasp. It would be a waste to ruin their pretty faces without using their bodies first. I claim the blonde one, she has a nice pair of tits." Rob, the red haired beast, growled.

"Fine by me, mate. The brunette one is almost her equal. We can switch later anyways. I will have both of them." Mark, the pale man with wispy blonde hair, chuckled.

If her glare could have killed someone, Daphne would have killed them dozens of times by now. Such was the rage in her blue eyes. Tracey, though frightened very much, was still able to stand her ground and look at them as if they were nothing but dirt beneath her shoes.

They prepared to cast their first spells while the werewolves crouched, pushing their feet against the floor, ready to spring on them and have their way with them.

Suddenly, two spears of black energy fell from above and impaled the two beasts through their backs. They gasped in surprise and fell on their faces, writhing in their own pool of blood as life left them and they stilled. Daphne and Tracey whirled around as they heard footsteps approaching them from behind.

And there he stood, their saviour. Though he didn't look much happier being their saviour. His black hair had grown and was hanging over his neck. His height too had grown in the last few months. He could almost pass as a third year. The top of his head now reached upto their chin. His pretty face was set in scowl as he glared at them with his hands on his hips. He was wearing a black unbuttoned shirt over a red t-shirt with black jeans.

"Explain to me why you both are here in the middle of night with two werewolves. I hope you haven't developed a new kink of bestiality or something." Henry smiled coldly as he stopped before them.

"Ew! Come on, Henry. That's just too disgusting even for me." Daphne said dramatically, too happy that he was here to care for his frosty mood.

"I wouldn't have guessed that there was a limit to your perversion, Daphne." Henry told her with the same cold smile. He was honestly too irritated right now. Just as his good mood had reached a peak after discovering the new function of the game, he was interrupted and had been dragged here to save their arses. Give him at least a minute to enjoy the happy feeling for fuck's sake!

"Now you are being too mean." Daphne groaned, opening her arms for a hug. Henry sighed, knowing he wouldn't be able to stay mad at her for too long and stepped forward, letting her pull him tightly against her. He smiled on her neck. Yes, neck and not her breasts. He was thankfully big now and wouldn't be teased anymore about his short height by his blonde friend.

Tracey too gave him a hug. Of course, not as long or as intimate as Daphne's.

"Draco led dozens of killers in that direction. Something bad is going to happen, Henry. Something really bad." Tracey commented after she told him how they and Harry kept an eye on Malfoy.

Henry nodded, understanding the danger of the situation. They two shared an apprehensive look while Daphne was just too happy that Henry was here, not caring what would happen next. For all she cared, the other could go die in hell. She clung to his side and hummed joyfully.

He was even tall enough that she could rest her head on his shoulder without looking awkward. Tonight was the best night, at least according to her.

"You know what, let's finish this. I will kill Voldemort tonight and do Harry a favour. I don't have enough time in this world anyway. I want to go home." Henry half-talked to himself and half to them as a plan formed in his mind.

"Enough time? What world? Home? What are you talking about?" Daphne asked dubiously as a pit of dread formed inside her stomach. Henry sighed, he needed to tell them too. But now was not the right time. He grabbed Tracey's hand and pulled her against his chest and wrapped his other arm around Daphne's waist. The girls didn't protest and looked at him expectantly

Without any warning, Henry teleported to his hotel room, taking them with him.

"You are safe here. After I am done with this, I will tell you the truth. Until then stay here and be safe. Watch TV, fuck each other, sleep, do whatever you want to do other than leaving the room." Henry said as they landed on their backs on his bed.

Before Daphne could make an innuendo about three of them being on the same bed, Henry was already back in Hogwarts.

"Aura, guard them." That was the last thing they heard as he disappeared.

Daphne and Tracey looked around the lavish room and at the white cat whose golden eyes followed their every movement. They decided to trust him and his power and tried to distract themselves from the worry gnawing at their hearts.

"Hey, Aura. Long time no see." Tracey smiled as she sat up and pulled the cute white cat in her lap.

~xXxXx~

"Avada Kedavra." Snape hissed and Dumbledore was thrown off the tower, falling down rapidly. There was a loud thud as his body broke on the ground.

Harry was helplessly standing under his invisibility cloak, witnessing the death of his mentor.

Draco walked to the edge and looked down blankly at the dead body of his headmaster. He suppressed his disgust and anxiety and pointed his wand to the sky, he would at least give the signal when he wasn't able to muster enough courage to strike the death blow.

"Morsmordre!" He yelled, colouring the grey overcast sky green from the giant dark mark.

It was at this point that Henry reached them. He saw that all the assailants were gathered there. He didn't know why. At least it would be easy to dispose of them. Though he was surprised to see Professor Snape here too.

"Malfoy. What is the meaning of this?" Henry asked, getting their quick attention. He thought he needed to know what the hell was going on before he slaughtered them.

"Dumbledore is dead. And the dark lord is here with his army. Now he will attack after seeing my signal. Everything is over." Draco mumbled despondently.

Fenrir slapped him hard on the back of his head, making him fall down to his knees. "Don't be pathetic."

Snape snapped his wand at the werewolf.

"Don't touch my godson."

Fenrir growled, but stepped back, getting annoyed by the whining of the depressed kid.

"I see." said Henry, joining the clues and understanding the scenario roughly. Just then, Harry pushed off the invisibility cloak off him and jumped beside Henry. His wand was pointed at the Potions Professor. His hand was trembling from rage while his eyes were brimming with tears.

"You killed him." Harry whispered hoarsely. Henry elected to be silent while he set his plan into motion.

"I did." Snape confessed emotionlessly. The next thing that happened was so unexpected that they all just remained frozen. Though in hindsight it wasn't that unexpected.

"CRUCIO!" Harry roared. The jet of red light slammed into Snape and he fell down screaming. Such was the hate and rage of the prophesied one that even the master of mind arts couldn't stifle the scream that clawed out of his throat.

Henry with wide eyes began his work, getting over his surprise sooner than the others. Before the Death Eaters or the werewolves could do something, they stilled unnaturally. Only Snape was free from the bind as he writhed on the floor under the torture curse.

[Shadowbind]

The shadows cast from the spilling moonlight was enough for Henry to immobilise them. They couldn't move and couldn't speak. Even the werewolves' physical might couldn't break it.

"Enough, Harry!" Henry yelled, shaking the older boy. Harry's face paled when he realised what he just did. Not giving him time to freak out, Henry grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him down until they were staring into each other's eyes.

"It's fine. Everything will be fine. Go to the Professors and inform them of the attack. Tell them to strengthen the school wards and keep the children in the Great Hall. Warn them of the upcoming battle. Go now! I will be down with you in a minute after I take care of these pests." Henry ordered shoving him away.

Harry suppressed his urge to protest and ran down the stairs knowing how important it was to warn the school of the marching army at their borders. He also knew that Henry was far more capable and powerful than him. It was a blow to his pride that his younger self was so competent than him, but it wasn't the right time to be prideful.

Henry looked at the trembling form of his professor and promptly ignored him before pointing his bare hand at the window. The frozen men looked on with fear and confusion as the boy made a pulling gesture. A second later, the broken body of Albus Dumbledore flew in. He placed the body gently on the ground.

"Why Professor? I never liked you, but I am still unsure why you would turn traitor." Henry said dubiously as he stared at the body of the magical giant who was so easily killed. Snape refused to answer him, but stood beside the unmoving body of Malfoy who himself was staring at him with a huge amount of fear.

"Repair. Revive." Henry told the corpse softly. First, the body was healed totally, even removing the curse that the old man caught when he had touched the horcrux. Then to the collective shock and horror of the others, Albus Dumbledore startled into motion and sat up.

"Welcome back to the Land of Living, Headmaster."

~xXxXx~

Dumbledore was old. Very old. He had seen many things in the world. Both amazing and horrifying. He believed he had experienced everything that one needed to feel content in life. So, he wasn't very averse to death.

It hadn't taken him much resolve to risk his life to win the final battle. If his death made Voldemort's trust increase in Severus then he was fine with it. And it wasn't like he had any choice. The curse which was a gift from the horcrux was killing him slowly anyway. But it seemed he wasn't meant to die tonight. He looked at the amused looking Henry. The very same boy who had killed so many children the last time he was at Hogwarts.

"You have the power of resurrection. I don't know how you got such a divine power. And I am not even sure if it is right to pull people from the other side, from their peaceful afterlife." That was the first thing he said as he stood up, towering over the child with his great height.

"You can enjoy your afterlife after you have fulfilled your duty. There is an army of thousands of Death Eaters, werewolves, vampires and giants advancing towards the school. You wouldn't want to see your precious students die, would you?" Henry said sarcastically as he pointed towards the horizon from the window. Dumbledore gasped at the sight of the magical army approaching the school.

"Severus! You didn't inform me that the dark lord was going to attack the school." Dumbledore's agitation was clear in his voice.

"I didn't know myself, Headmaster. It seems the dark lord wasn't taking any chances." Snape replied shakily.

The other people gave the duo dubious looks, not understanding what was going on. Henry too was confused, but he soon realised how stupid it was to think that the man who went toe to toe with Voldemort could die so easily from betrayal. It looked like there was a convoluted plan hinging on the Headmaster's death.

Henry wasn't sure if it was amazing or moronic.

"I guess Professor Snape is on our side then. Well, whatever. I think I will spare him." Henry thought out loud, snapping his fingers.

Suddenly, there were a dozen undead behind him. Specifically the Death Eaters he had killed in the Death Chamber in the Ministry.

"Except Dumbledore, Snape and Draco, kill all of them." Henry ordered coldly. Bellatrix led the Death Eaters with Lucius close behind her. The unmoving men were just sheep getting ready to be slaughtered.

"Henry! Don't." Dumbledore tried to move, but he too along with Snape were immobilised by shadowbind, leaving them unmoving and silent. Knowing that he didn't have much time before he needed to intercept the army, he stepped before the frightened Draco who was almost pissing himself.

"I can kill you, just like I killed your father. I should kill you for despoiling the school by bringing the killers and rapists here. I really should. But I see that you are just a spineless coward and thankfully a remorseful one too. For that I will let you live, Malfoy. Though it's not a guarantee that I won't just kill you next year when I catch you doing something wrong.

"I am a killer and a Necromancer, Draco. Do you know how fucked up you are? A killer only kills, but you at least get to go into the afterlife. A Necromancer though, can steal your soul and torment you for all eternity. You saw how I resurrected Dumbledore, didn't you? Yes, I am not bluffing about the stealing soul part. Remember that whenever you think of doing bad again or else you would end up like your father. Dead and yet not dead. Now be a good boy and run away." Henry patted his cheek condescendingly and freed him from shadowbind.

Draco whimpered and shot a last sorrowful look towards Lucius who was plunging a knife down Fenrir's throat. Then he ran away, like a coward and weak willed git he was.

It took barely a minute for his Undeads to kill all the Death Eaters and werewolves present in the tower.

"Now you will tell me what the hell is going on here so I can solve your shite for you and go back home." Henry ordered and glared at Dumbledore, wanting to know what the great plan was that needed his own death.

Honestly, at this point he just wanted to go home, revive Iris and beg for her forgiveness. These all new self imposed tasks were grating on his nerves.