Summary
Harry Potter, the Master of Death, loathes the 'Adventures-of-the-Boy-Who-Lived' children's storybooks. I mean, what kind of kid grabs his happy band of childhood friends, smacks around some dragons, nundus, and dark wizards, and skips home in time for tea and scones? But, after 40,000 years of living and dying, the Master of Death realizes something... He probably could.