And so death took by
Harry Potter was a happy man. He had a good life. A beautiful wife, three lovely children and many good friends. Now looking back, Harry couldn’t complain. His first years of life were a bit unpleasant, but now at the age of 119 years, he couldn’t even remember much of it. After all wizards grew old, very old. And time passes faster and faster with every day of a humans life.
So it wasn’t uncommon that wizards often forgot a lot about their early years. Strange to think that especially these years built the character of a wizard.
But Harry was sure that he would soon remember everything.
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Death was a strange being. His only reason of existence was to steal other beings existence. Death couldn’t even remember when he started doing it. He just always did.
It may sound strange but Death took his task really serious and enjoyed it. He always looked very carefully at the beings on the earth, so he could get rid of them in the most creative ways. And when the humans started to develop, he carefully tried to stop them. It annoyed him very much that the humans were able to escape him. It made his work harder. He sent plagues, war, hunger and nonetheless the beings came always stronger back than before. And as the time went on he accepted it. It was slow but the humans started to impress him, so he gifted them with three little items. The funniest and the most interesting things happened with the owners. One thing to be sure death came always in a cruel way. He was pretty entertained by it.
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Harry Potter sat on a bench in his garden when Death came. He was enjoying the last sun drops of the summer. A cup of tea stood next to him. His wife was working on the flower bed. It was a pretty day. Harry liked to imagine that he could spend every day like that. But he knew better.
There was again a dark wizard raising in Britain. After so long time it finally happened again and Harry was too old to do anything against it. His body was aching when he moved, he suddenly forgot things, fighting was only a game for him. His time was over, it wasn’t his fight. Not anymore, he fulfilled his duty at the age of seventeen.
As Harry was sipping his tea he took a moment to look as his wife. She maybe wasn’t as young and pretty when he fell for her the first time, but he was still proud to have her by his side. They lived a long life together and had many happy moments.
Maybe she felt his gaze, because she looked him in the eyes and smiled. She still had pretty eyes and a pretty smile. There was a long moment of silence before they heard a loud bang. Ginny looked alarmed at the garden door.
„They are coming for us, aren’t they?“
„I think so, my love. They want set a example on us. Killing the boy who lived, the winner of the last war and his gorgeous wife.“
Ginny gave him a sharp look before standing up. „You know playing the all knowing man never suited you“
He chuckled „Yes, you’re right“
Ginny stormed into the house. Into the fight, maybe her last one. Her silver and red hair flowing in the wind.
A dark presence was suddenly coming the way up. Stopping right behind him.
„She is right, young Harry.“
The voice was strange and sounded unnatural. Harry grimaced at the „young“ , while taking a long sip from his tea, enjoying the sweet taste, before answering: „Maybe, but it doesn’t matter now, I don’t have the time for regretting it.“
„Hahaha sure if you think so. Humans always think so.“
The dark presence suddenly stood in front of him. The Aura of the being was darker than its looks. It wore the face of a maybe 25 year old Tom Riddle.
„Especially this one thought so.“
Harry leaned back and sighed. „I never thought that to see that face again, especially not as the last one i ever would see. Couldn’t you pick someone nice, Death?“
„Mhh? I thought it would be ironic.”
It said with a curious tone. “Maybe I should have picked your mother’s face.“
It stature shifted from huge and maskulin to a smaller one more feminine. The hair was suddenly red and the eyes green like Harry’s.
„Would that be better? I always try to take something relaxing.“
„Why would be seeing my parents murderer reassuring? And now taking her face. Stop lying, you are making fun of me!“
Death laughed again. „Maybe I am doing that, but let me have my fun. After so many years I am finally able to take the life of 'the boy who lived'.“
Harry hummed, a bit annoyed.
In the house something crashed. And he heard a muffled thing go down. Probably a body.
„It is time.“ Death spoke. „Won’t you try fighting?“ It asked curious.
The garden door was thrown open and ten men entered the garden.
Harry smiled at them friendly and lifted his cup of tea to his mouth. The tea was truly delicious.
„Gentleman, how can I help you?”
A men threw a curse at him. Harry blocked easily, wandless. He stood up, now with his wand in his hand.
He wouldn’t go without a fight. And with that thought in his mind he fought. He fought against 10 men, then 8 and then 15. It felt like everytime someone fell, a new one would come. At the end he was fighting against 20 men.
He didn’t saw who did it but someone created a Fiendfyre and it was unstoppable.
It rushed towards him. Not caring about the comrades and taking them down too.
The last thing Harry Potter could see was bright green grass and a man with brown curly hair standing on it, death and his cruel way of comfort, surrounded by a deep red, as red as his wife’s hair once were.
It hurted so much, not like Sirius described it once, but Harry died with a simile on his lips.
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Death was watching unsatisfied the scene. He had imagined something else.
„You know I always were annoyed by you two. Tom Riddle for trying to escape me and failing so hard and you for not even trying but somehow doing it.“
Death knelt down and touched the remains of the body. Taking the soul with him. He watched the ash for a moment longer before turning around, his job was done.
Harry Potter, he would remember this name for at least another… maybe two millenniums. Like he did for many other humans before. Eve, Adam, Merlin, Morgan le Fay, Mohamed, Buddha… and a few more worthy his attention.