Chapter 40:
"I see you are not wasting your new life being idle," a deep voice said, startling Harry, who span, wand raised and ready to curse whoever had caught him.
Seeing exactly who, or rather what, had snuck up on him, Harry let out a breath. "Death," he greeted.
"Master," Death said, His grave voice seeming to fill the room without being loud.
Harry stood and wondered why the powerful being was here; he knew he hadn't summoned Him.
"I am here as I said I would be. I did say I would check in from time to time," Death said, making Harry wonder if the being could hear his thoughts even through his rings and Occlumency shields.
"Oh," Harry said, before he thought of a question to ask. "Do you know of any way I can return Tom's sanity to him?" he asked. He had yet to find a solution.
Death was silent, making Harry want to squirm as being in His presence was always overwhelming.
"The magic he used to gain his immortality—" Death managed to put an astonishing level of disdain behind the word, "—is a magic I abhor. It splits the caster's very self, not just their soul, but their mind, magic, and emotion. To fix him, you must find a way to reconnect the pieces he cast off."
Harry withheld his sigh - he already knew that. "Yes, but do you know how to do that specifically?" he asked, barely stopping himself from sounding like he was whining.
"I do," Death said. The silent 'but' easily heard.
"Yet...?" Harry asked.