Chapter 3
July 31st 1991
"BOY! YOU BETTER GET HERE RIGHT. NOW!" Uncle Vernon then yelled, Harry sighed as he closed the tap off by the sink, dried his hands and went over to the living room where uncle Vernon stood, purple face and all. It would've been funny If I weren't for the company uncle Vernon had. There sat on the couch was a tall bearded man, wearing the most ridiculous clothes he has ever scene, it was colorful, with patterns all over but what caught Harry's attention was the way the man stared at him through his half moon spectacles and twinkling blue eyes.
"Yes uncle Vernon?" Harry then turned back to Uncle Vernon who looked like he was ready to blow. "Someone's here for you" uncle Vernon grunted, pointing his head a bit towards he man sitting at the sofa. "One of your lot" What? What does he mean? "Now now Mr.Dursleys, thankyou for calling Mr.Potter up, if you would be kind as to give us some privacy, I would appreciate it." The man then spoke. Vernon narrowed his eyes at the man who in turn stared fiercely back, Uncle Vernon huffed and waddled out of the living room, making Harry's shoulder sagged in relief.
"Well, why don't you sit down Mr.Potter?" The man said, Harry looked skeptical, he heard Aunt Petunia tell Dudley to never speak with a stranger, no matter how trusting they can look. "Um- no I'd rather stand, thankyou." Harry said as he inches forward towards the wall near the archway if he needed to run in any given chance. "Very well. Now first of, introductions." The man then stood at his full height, and good God he was tall, taller even than the mail man. "My name, is Albus Parcival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, I am the Headmaster of a school, my dear boy." Harry blinked, and blinked again. Why do people have such long names?! And a headmaster? Whatever for is he here? Maybe his hear for Dudley? But uncle Vernon said one of my lot but what could he even mean?
Dumbledore, having noticed Harry's perplexity. "Before you get ahead of ourselves here my boy, I do have questions, but I would like it if you would sit." Harry, albeit reluctantly then sat Infront of the man. Taking the other couch and sat all the way back, hoping it would swallow him alive and get him out of whatever this is. Where's death when you need him? Harry then thought and sighed. "So, this is Ganna sound weird Mr.Potter but we're there strange things happening around you? Or things you can do that others can't?" What? What does this man mean?
Harry then furrowed his eyebrow, debating on whether he should tell the truth or lie, but if he tells the truth then he'll think I'm a freak but if I tell the lie then he won't think so, right? 'Wrong' Harry's eyes widen. 'Mr.Death!' Harry then said in his mind but kept a straight face on Incase the old man gets the wrong idea. 'Hello there little prince. Ah- Dumbledore.' Death then said, so he knows Dumbledore then. 'Do you know him Mr.Death?'
'yes I do, he is the Headmaster of that School I told you about, Hogwarts. His one of you Love.' Harry's eyes widen a bit once more as he looked over at the man who was now looking around the living room, looking as if he hasn't seen anything like it in his life. 'Do you trust him?' Harry asked. 'Yes, why don't I do the talking hm?' huh? What did- just then a black most then appeared beside him, Dumbledore then looked over at it wide eyes, a wand sliding over his hand through his sleeve, Mr.Death had explained to Harry about the Wizarding World, about his role in it, about what happened, practically tells him as if it were a bed time story but he knows that it's real, Mr.Death said so himself. Making Harry a child of lady magic herself!
Death then appeared with his usual favoured human form. He then slid his hand over Harry's hair and ran through it, caressing it gently before kneeling down in one knee Infront of the child, kissing his forehead before hugging him. "Hello there little prince." Harry smiled widely and hugged Mr.Death back, circling his hands around Mr.Deaths neck, burying his face against the silver haired man's neck. "Mr.Death!" Harry exclaimed making Dumbledore choke. Death chuckled, kissed Harry's forehead once more before placing his hands around the child's waist, hoisting him up and sitting himself on the sofa and little Harry over his lap, his head still burrowed over his neck.
"W-who are you?" Dumbledore asked. "Why hello there old friend." Death said with a smirk. Dumbledore stayed silent for a moment before recognition flashes over him. "Mortis!" Dumbledore said with a smile, then confusion took over as he looked over at the now sleeping boy in Deaths arms. "How do you know Harry?" Death then kissed Harry's head, tightening his grip but not tight that would've left a mark of whatsoever. "Halloween night 1981" Death did not explain further more, although Dumbledore, understood of this straight away just nodded. "Ah very well."
"Hogwarts letter?" Death asked to which Dumbledore nodded. Taking the envelope with the Hogwarts crest over in the middle, handing it over to death. "Yes, but that's not all, I came here to check on Mr.Potters living situations, I have found some disturbing things while reading over the letter, Cupboard under the stairs. Does it mean what I think it is?" Death nodded, his eyes serious as he looked over at the archway, leading towards the kitchen with narrowed eyes. "Yes." Death answered in a harsh tone. "You know why this means Albus, he cannot stay here." Death said as he returned his gaze over at the old man.
"So it is what it means. Very well, if he so do wish then Mr.Potter would be welcome in staying at Hogwarts over the summers, yes summers, he no needs to return here ever. I had thought that Mrs.Dursley would accept Harry as of he was her own, but I was wrong, I'm getting old Mortis, I've made mistakes in the past but I won't fail Mr.Potter the second time around." Dumbledore stayed with a grim tone. Death nodded as he shifted Harry over to face the Headmaster. "Little prince?" Harry then yawned, rubbing his eyes as he squinted his eyes, adjusting his gaze over to the brightness of the room.
He then looked over at Death, then back at Dumbledore, and back at Death, "Yes Mr.Death?" Dumbledore chuckled. "Mr.Death? I'm afraid you have gain another title with that long list of yours old friend." Death glared half-heartedly at Dumbledore but smiled. "Hello there little prince, I apologize for waking you but Mr.Dumbledore here wishes to speak with you." Harry looked over at the old man and nodded. "So. Mr.Potter, I get it that Mortis" He then gestured over at Death for the look of confusion on his face. "Has explained to you, being a wizard and all that." Harry nodded.
"Ah well then, Mortis why don't you hand over the letter to Mr.Potter" Death did as told as he watched Harry tear open the acceptance letter.
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
11 Privet Drive
Little Whinging, Surrey
Cupboard Under the stairs
July 31, 1991
Dear Mr. Potter,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
Harry's eyes widens as he finished reading the letter. He looked over at Death, then at the Headmaster, then death again before throwing himself on Death. "I got into Hogwarts!!" Dumbledore smiled at the sight. "That's not all Mr.Potter, if you will." Harry then looked over at the Headmaster. "If you wish, you can stay at Hogwarts for this summer and the following summer. After all, Hogwarts is a home to all." Harry's eyes widen even more, concerning death if his little prince's eyes would pop out any second now. "REALLY?!?!" Dumbledore nodded. Harry then hopped off of Death and ran towards the headmaster, engoulfing the man with an embrace to which the Headmaster reciprocated.
Harry then let go and beamed at the Headmaster before returning back to Mr.Deaths lap. "So when can I go?" Both men laughed at the child's excitement. "As soon as possible Mr.Potter, tomorrow we will be going to Diagon Alley, it is a place where magical folks alike shops for their supplies at school, as you can see, there's another letter there in that envelope that enlists of your first year necessities." Harry then looked over at the list.
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
First Year Supply List
Books:
1. The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 1 by Miranda Goshawk
2. A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot
3. Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling
4. One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore
5. Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander
6. The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble
Supplies:
1. 1 wand (purchased at Ollivanders)
2. 1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)
3. 1 set of crystal phials
4. 1 telescope
5. 1 set of brass scales
Uniform:
1. 3 sets of plain black robes (with a hood)
2. 1 pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
3. 1 winter cloak (black with silver fastenings)
4. 1 pair of sturdy black shoes
Other Items:
1. A pet (owl, cat, or toad)
2. A sturdy bag for carrying supplies
Harry then looked over at Death. "Mr.Death?" Death hummed and looked over at Harry. "May I take Morrigan as an Owl?" Dumbledore looked at death questioningly
"In the realm of magic, I am often accompanied by the silent wings of owls. These creatures, with their keen eyes and hushed flight, serve as my messengers, bridging the gap between the living and the dead. They deliver not only letters and parcels but also carry the weight of knowledge, wisdom, and the inevitability of mortality.
Owls are steeped in mystery, embodying the duality of existence. In my domain, they symbolize the delicate balance between life and the afterlife. When I guide souls on their journey, the owl is a reminder that death is not merely an end, but a passage to another realm.
As they glide through the shadows, they evoke the truth that while life may be fleeting, the bonds formed in that time endure beyond the veil. I, too, am a messenger, and alongside me, these owls carry fate itself—guiding souls through the dark and into the unknown, marking the transitions that define our very existence. As Harry said, Morrigan is one of my personal owls, I gifted her to him on his 10th birthday." Dumbledore nodded in understanding but a bit fascinated with the breif explaination on owls, never in his life had he ever thought of owls such a way.
"Ofcourse Little prince, you may take Morrigan with you." Harry beamed once again. "Is that all headmaster?" Dumbledore nodded before standing up, "The ticket to the train station, I will be giving it to him tomorrow right after, I will also be sending an escort for Mr.Potter to kings cross." Death nodded as he shook hands with Dumbledore. "I will be seeing you soon Mr.Potter, Mortis, goodbye for now." Harry waved enthusiastically at Dumbledore to which Dumbledore returned back, disappearing with a crack.
"So? Are you excited little prince?" Harry nodded. "Very! I can't wait to learn everything! And especially everything you have taught me." Death nodded and smiled. "Why don't you show me what you've been working on hm?" Harry nodded once more before hopping off of deaths lap. Harry stood in the dimly lit room, his heart pounding as he faced Death, who sat calmly on the worn sofa, an air of timelessness surrounding him. The shadows flickered in the candlelight, casting eerie shapes on the walls. Harry could hardly believe he was in the presence of such an enigmatic figure. Taking a deep breath, he focused his magic, feeling it stir within him like a restless tide. He had to control it, to bring it to the surface. He could sense the weight of the moment, the gravity of standing before the embodiment of mortality itself.
“You wish to understand,” Death said, his voice deep and resonant, echoing through the room like a distant thunderstorm. Harry nodded, determination surging within him. “I want to learn.” He concentrated harder, pulling on the magic that thrummed beneath his skin. He could feel it responding, eager to rise to the surface. "Show me,” Death urged, his gaze unwavering, penetrating.
Harry extended his hand, envisioning his magic flowing outward like a river breaking free of its banks. He could feel the energy swirling around him, wrapping him in its embrace. He envisioned it taking shape, solidifying into something tangible. As he concentrated, the air crackled with power. The room dimmed momentarily as tendrils of magic coiled and danced around him. He could feel Death’s steady presence, a reminder to harness his focus and not lose himself in the chaos. “Control,” Harry murmured to himself, pushing aside any doubts that threatened to creep in. “I control this.”
With a surge of intent, he directed the magic outward, allowing it to flow and shape itself in front of Death. A soft glow illuminated the space as wisps of light formed, swirling and coalescing into shimmering patterns that hung in the air like stars. Death regarded him with a calm, approving expression, the corners of his lips lifting ever so slightly. “You are learning, Little Prince
Encouraged, Harry pushed further, guiding the magic with precision. He shaped it into a small, ethereal figure, a representation of his understanding—a glimpse of the connection between life and death. The figure flickered and glowed, embodying the delicate balance he sought to grasp. "This is only the beginning,” Death said, his voice a soft murmur, filled with ancient wisdom.
Harry felt a rush of exhilaration, a sense of purpose. He was not merely standing before Death; he was engaging with it, forging a bond that transcended fear. “I want to know more,” Harry replied, the determination in his voice unwavering. “I want to understand the choices we make.” Death leaned back, his eyes glinting with intrigue. “Then let us explore together.”
And in that moment, Harry realized that he was not just facing Death—he was beginning to understand the profound truths that lay beyond it. Death proud of his Little prince then lifted him back up on his lap. Just then the walrus of a man then waddled back over the living room
"WHAT IS GOING ON IM HE-" Death waved his hand and the man was blasted backwards into the cupboard, destroying the door. Little Harry stared wide-eyes. "Woah.." death smirked. "Yes, woah." Vernon then groaned. Aunt Petunia ran down the stairs "VERNON!" she ran over towards Vernon, helping him up, then looked over at the sitting figure and his nephew on the couch. "W-who are you? What do you want!" The woman screeched. Harry trembled a bit with the harsh tone his Aunt used making death glared daggers over the woman who trembled as well, almost missing her footing.
"Watch your mouth when speaking to me you foul woman!" Death roared, he then placed Harry over the sofa, Harry looking I wonder at what death was going to do. Death then transformed or shifted back over his grim reaper form, scaring aunt Petunia and uncle Vernon, Dudley came barging down and with one look at death, he fainted. "Listen here and listen well. Harry shall stay here for the night, he will be not be returning, ever. So don't you worry you worthless piece of trash, Harry cover your ears." Harry then pouted, was a bout to protest but death gave him the look, to which Harry covered his ears and looked away.
"As I was saying you son of a bitch. You will tell no one of what happened, if the neighbors ask, you make up an excuse, any excuse, a good one at that. You are going to stay quite, and act like that plastic perfect family you always wanted for all I care, but for now, Harry takes Dudley's room- I don't want to hear it" he then glared at Dudley who was now awake and ran over to his mum, who was about to protest. "You will shut up, do as I say and if any of you ANY of you pieces of shit touches even a strand of my precious hair, I will murder you." Death then threatened, even he though he cannot kill them, he still can make up ways to make their lives a living hell with the help of his mares, whom are common named as nightmares.
The tree nodded, death then shifted back to his previous form, nodded back, lifting Harry over his shoulder, sent one last glare at the three before moving up the stairs. "Clean it up, don't want the people talking now do we." Death said before continuing his way over to Dudley's bedroom with Harry in his arms who was smiling brightly, having heard of everything that happened, death sighed as he placed little Harry over the bed. "Your impossible you know that right?" Harry just smiled innocently. "But you love me though" death just smirked, ruffling his little prince's hair. "Don't I know it. Rest little prince, I shall wake you up for supper." Harry nodded a she burrowed his face through the soft pillows. Death smiled at the sight, kissing Harry's head one last time before disappearing.