Chapter 92:
Harry stopped when they reached the shack. "Stay outside," he said, turning to Sirius and making sure he saw how serious he was.
Sirius nodded. "I will, but if you need me, call me," he said.
Harry nodded his understanding and entered the shack. He could practically taste the malicious magic in the air. The whole place vibrated with it. Remembering what he had been shown by Dumbledore, Harry approached the kitchen where he knew the ring was underneath the floorboards. Walking slowly with all of his senses open, Harry could feel the magic reaching out to him; however, when it reached him, it seemed to stop. Scanning him, it seemed to recognise Tom's soul in him and the locket. Tensing as the magic continued to push against him, Harry was about to push back when the magic suddenly retreated.
Letting out a breath, Harry crouched down and loosened the floorboards. Seeing the ring, Harry didn't have the compulsion to put it on. Instead, he levitated it and placed it into a small velvet bag he had brought for this purpose. Tucking the ring away ,Harry let out a breath. He had done it.
"Congratulations Master, you've regained one of my Hallows," said a deep voice, causing Harry to spin.
Standing, well, more like floating, behind him was Death.
Harry took a second to get his heart rate back under control and sent Death a glare. "Are you trying to kill me?" he asked the entity.
Death chuckled, the sounds coming out scratchy. "You are unable to die, Master, so no. I do not have any plans to kill you." "Well, that's something I suppose," Harry grumbled sarcastically.
"You have done well," Death said, "now all you need is the wand."
"Like that will be easy. Did you forget who's got the wand? I doubt Dumbles is going to happily hand it over to me."
"The wand will know its true Master. You will be surprised at how well it knows. I shall be going now," Death said before He slowly disappeared without even waiting for Harry to speak.