[ WP ] The personification of Death is a very discerning creature , and has n't let you die for centuries . This is your 200th meeting with Death .

The first time had been simple. I was over a hundred years old and my eldest child had died a few nights before. 
 
 It was a sign that I had lived long enough. I raised three wonderful children, got to see them all married and have children of their own. I had watched the world turn and change, new inventions, advancements. I had seen the old guard retire and the next generation take up the helm, then retire in turn. I had seen my first great grandchild. 
 
 Quite simply; I had lived long enough. There was no point in staying for years longer, lingering while my children and grandchildren died before me. 
 
 I walked out into the woods, it was a quiet winter night. I decided to simply let go. So I watched the snowfall as it got colder and colder, as the feeling left my hands and feet and crept upwards from there until I was n't even shivering any more. 
 
 It was not a pleasant experience, but the thought of seeing my wife and my friends once more kept a smile on my face. I went to sleep believing I would move on in my dreams. 
 
 Instead I met death who told me simply that it was not my time. 
 
 Two hundred years have passed. On each anniversary of our first meeting I do the same thing, go to sleep in the cold dead of night to be woken by death itself in the morning. 
 
 Each time death tells me the same thing. 
 
 `` It is not your time yet master. One day you may rejoin your loved ones, but now is not that day.'' 
 
 A part of me wishes to burn Dumbledore's portrait for letting me think that refusing to find the Deathstone would nullify my mastery over death. I can almost hear Ron telling me that of course it would n't be that easy, I'm Harry Potter after all! 
 
 At this point I think my annual meeting with death is all that keeps me going. The hope that one year it'll tell me that my time has finally come. I hold to hope that it shall be soon. 
 
 The one thing they do n't tell you about immortality is how boring it is. And how crushing it is to see your loved one's pass. I realize now that this is why Nicolas Flemmel did not meet many over the years and why he and his wife might have been so willing to let go of their immortality. 
 
 Damn, you wanted this life Tom? That only proves you were crazier than Belatrix in the end.
