Chapter 2
Little Harry crained his neck up towards the tall man that was standing infront of him. Mr.Death looked like one of those halloween decorations that stood right outside the neighbors houses. "Death? but- deaths not weal." Harry then accompanied that matter-of-factly with a shake of its head, then scrunched up his nose in a cute way while looking back up at the smilling deity. "Unca pa' foo told me so."
Death then chuckled at the small child. "Really? Well, your uncle must be lying." Harry's eyes then widen and shook his head vigorously, narrowing his eyes at death, trying to be intimidating, to which death just laughed, finding the whole thing cute. "Unca pa' foo, no lie! He tell truth! ..... Wight?" Harry then looked down, cocking his head to the side as he furrowed his eyebrow, uncertain in what to believe. "Oh dear child" Death then chuckled once more before shifting to his human form, although death never had a permanent form, he did have one form he favours out of every form he took upon. Harry then turned over to Mr.death, eyes wide as he shifted to a man, a real man, silver shoulder length hair, green bright eyes, high cheekbones, pale, very very pale, and very very handsome.
Harry then stared at Mr.death some more. Then started giggling all of the sudden, making death worry and confused. "What is it child?" Death then asked, his voice changed into a baritone rather than his original voice that overlapped, a girl, boy, man, woman altogether. Harry then stopped giggling and pointed his chubby finger over at death. "You scawwy." Death then raised a brow, if he was scarry then why is this child giggling? Death then just smirked, crouching once more, face to face with little Harry as he wipes the blood over the scar, scowling. How dare that abomination hurt what was his.
"Well, I'm glad at amuses you." Death then lifted the child up, making Little Harry giggle once more. Death then placed him over his hips, Harry clutching on his Taylor made suit. "You tawl!" Harry then exclaimed over fits of giggles making death smile, wider, almost predatory like but did not scare Harry. "That I am." Death then craddled Harrys soft cheek, making Little Harry nuzzle some more over the man's hands, it was chold but it did not bother Harry whatsoever. Death then waved his hand, making Harry free of dust, grime and the like. Then perched little Harry over his chest, shielding his view from his dead mother who now lay down beside his crib.
Death once again waved his hand, taking lily and James soul at once, forming two bright balls of light hovering Infront of death. Harry tried to look but death just placed a gentle hand over the back of the child's head. "Shh now now, sleep child." Little Harry then huffed but nodded, his breath evened out in an instant as sleep took over.
Just then a motorcycle could be heard just outside of the residence. Deaths eyes narrowed as he looked over the shattered window, swing a half giant parked the motorcycle and rushed dover the house. He then sighed, remembering the conversation he had with his sister. 'Don't involve yourself just yet dear brother... Your time will come, and all I'll be well' as much as he'd want to disobey that one rule, alas he cannot. It would mean destruction of he got in the middle too soon. So albeit reluctantly he placed back little Harry over his crib, he was about to pull away when little fingers gripped over his arm, he looked down, only to meet wide saddened green eyes. "Don't go Mr.Death"
Harry then said in whisper. His mouth turning into a frown as it starts quievering. Death then smiled, forcing himself to be strong, he then placed a gentle hand over the small boys cheek, caressing it gently. "Don't worry child, I shall be back. But not now, but I promise okay?" Little Harry then nodded but his eyes betrayed that, gears started to form down his eyes, down his cheek as he sat up and hugged Mr.Death, circling his tiny little arms to the man's neck, death then lifted the boy up, and hugged him back, burrowing his face to the child's hair, familiarjzing the boys scent. "I shall be back Harry." He then looked over at the child in his arms who was still silently crying.
Death then waved his hand, a necklace, then appeared with a emerald stone in the middle. He then placed it over the child's head and rested on it's neck, little Harry then held the stone in it's small little hands, looking over it as a huge smile replaced his face, death feeling proud of himself then placed the child back to the crib, placing a gentle kiss over the forehead. Little Harry then kissed deaths cheek in return. "Remember, if you need me, call me okay? Think of me and I shall be there my little prince." Death caressed Harry's cheek once more before disappearing.
Harry, feeling the need to be strong despite the need to cry, then just laid down, feeling drained from all of the emotions he felt all at once. He felt safe from Mr.Deaths embrace but he still missis mommy and dada. Death said that they are in a safe and special place now, and he trust Mr.Death. sleep then took over little Harry once more, the last thing he remembers seeing was a huge bearded man, entering the nursery before darkness took over.
Little Harry Potter was tired, he was now 6 years of age, his Aunt and Uncle won't stop beating him whenever the chances they got, although aunt Petunia mentally abuses me with foul words, that Little Harry don't even understand but from what he knows we're bad. Dudley pushes him and makes fun of him whenever he goes out and does the garden, despite being two, his aunt Petunia still made him do chores, not the big kinds like cooking but some like doing the garden, picking up tall grass, and vacuuming the floors. They only feed him leftovers or even most of the time bread and half a glass of water. It's unfair.
January 31 then came, it was his birthday! He was now finally turning 7, even though he never really got to celebrate his birthday, he had someone he could celebrate it with. Just then the light bulbs of his cupboard then started to flicker on and off. A black cloud of smoke then forms out of nowhere Infront of little Harry, where he sat in his small cot. "Mr.Death!" Harry then said happily but not too loud. He then rushes over to the tall silver haired man and threw his hands over Mr.Deaths neck, the man in turn then held Harry in a tight embrace.
"Hello there little prince, happy birthday!" Death the greeted. Harry smiled. He always enjoyed his time with death, little as it may he was there for little Harry when no one was there for him, he always made sure he got something to eat when his aunt and uncle forgets to feed him. "Hello Mr.Death." death smiled at the small child Infront of him, then a frown took over his handsome face. "What happened Harry?" Death asked as he lifted Harry's hand."no!" Harry then yanked his arm away, hiding it on his back as he looked away, too ashamed too look over at his friend. "M'sorry.." little Harry then mumbled. Death sighed as he lifted the small child over his lap, running his long slender fingers over the child's untamed locks.
"It's alright my little prince. Did that woman did that?" Harry then stiffened but nodded. "Oh dear.." death then said in a low, cold voice, Mr.Death always does this when his angry, but not at Harry. "It's okey though, it's- it's not that bad.." Harry then defended. "Harry love, look at your arm." Death then lifted Harry once again to face him. "Your arm is littered with bruises and burns, it is not okay.." Mr.Deaths voice then shifted to a softer and warmer tone, Harry always loved to listen to Mr.Deaths voice, even in his other form, when his voice was mixed with others. "But-"
"Ah ah, shh. No more, I will take care of it." Death then waved his hand, the bruises, burns, cut then disappeared, leaving a soft skin, no mark left. Harry just smiled and kissed deaths cheek before burying his face onto Mr.Deaths neck. "Will you be staying For the night Mr.death?" Death then thought over it, he had a pretty tight schedule with the numbers of people dying, muggles and magical alike, his hands were tied but if it ment having his Harry happy, plus it was his birthday then yes, yes he will. "If you wish my dear." Harry then nodded. "I do have a gift for you." Harry then lifted his face from Mr.Deaths neck and tilted his head. "What is it?"
Death then smiled, taking a small black box from out of nowhere and handed it over to Harry. Harry then took it, smiling brightly as he looked over at death. "Thankyou.." The little boy then opened the black small box and gasped. There laid a ring that had a black stone with a triangle carvings on it, it was beautiful. Harry then took the ring out of the box and looked over at death expectantly. Death smiled, took the ring and placed it over the child's ring finger. "The resurrection stone." Harry's eyes widened he had heard of the resurrection stone, death told him so when Harry was 3 all about it. Where death gave all three hollows to three brothers, the Peverell brothers. One belonged to the Potters, his of which was the Invisibility cloak, from deaths cloak.
Two was the elder wand, that had multiple wielder in the past but died each and everyone of them due to greed. And three the resurrection stone from which death told him that belonged to the Gaunt family. Mr.Death also told him there was a soul that was placed over the stone just like he himself have had, although death took it and destroyed it, especially the one that was inside him. Death said that it belonged to a terrible terrible man, the man who killed his parents.
Aside that, from what death told him, a person, deaths soulmate could only reunite the hollows and be the Master of Death, standing side by side death for all internity. Harry tried asking but death did not tell him and instead just smiled, he felt a little jealous at the thought of sharing death to another. Harry shuddered at the thought and smiled up at death, hugging him once more. "Thankyou Mr.death, I love it." Death chuckled at that. "I'm glad you like it my little prince. Now sleep."
Hrry nodded and settled himself down to the cramped cot, death then lifted Harry again, death laid himself down instead on the bed and laid little Harry on top of him. Cramped as it may, it was still worth it, Harry then thoughts a small smile tugging his lips. This was by far the best birthday ever.