Halloween Night
Death
She smiled sadly at the sight of the red, grieving eyes of Lily Potter’s soul.
And around her laid a chaotic display of love, mourning, and anger, that of which she ignored to focus on her task.
Lily Potter staggered into a step, barely able to carry the weight of her sadness, and her eyes found her own as if seeing Death for the first time.
“I-“ she croaked.
Lady Death approached the distraight woman with kindness, “Come, my dear,” she held out her hand. “Let us see you reunited with your love.”
She shakily reached to reciprocate the hold.
“But I- but… Harry?”
“Harry will be fine, my dear. As will you,” Death smiled.
Death squeezed the hand holding desperately on to her own. “I have already escorted your husband beyond. No matter the circumstance, I should think he’d be rather pleased when you join him.”
Lily gave a sad smile, “He would, wouldn’t he?”
Death only nodded in response.
“Then lead the way, my lady.”
Death smiled warmly and to the Sunless lands they went.
But alas, her job was not yet done as she found herself back in the once homey upstairs floor of the Potter Cottage.
Once again she was met with the grief ridden cries of both child and former friend, and the stricken incorporeal form a Mister Tom Marvolo Riddle.
She found no body of his, however, only his soul furious beyond belief… well, not beyond her belief.
He was older but no less beautiful… unless you found red eyes and sickly pale skin to be beautiful.
“Well, don't look so surprised, Tom. Didn’t I tell you this would happen? All those years ago?” Her eyes glittered with joy, unperturbed by the rage so clearly on his face.
She turned her back to walk away, adding further insult to injury.
“You will be with me for some Tom Marvolo Riddle, for how long exactly, I can't say… but for the meantime,” she turned her body just enough to see him seethe from the corner of her eye. Her head gave a tilt in amusement, “Come. Watch me work.”
“No.”
“Oh?”
She turned to face him, still smiling. “No?”
He stayed silent then, in his little one sided battle of wills.
She nodded softly, “Very well.”
“Very well?” He asked slowly, suspicious.
“Mm,” she hummed, “Very Well. You know where to find me- in fact, I’d say it would be quite hard to lose me.”
His red eyes shifted from hesitance to anger in an instant. “We’ll see about that, Demon,” he spat.
“Oh ho ho,” she chuckled, “Demon you wish I were, Tom Riddle, for I am Endless and Endless from you I shall be.”
She took a step forward and on instinct he took a step back. She chuckled once more.
“I shall take my leave from you now. The dead dont wait after all and I know when i'm not wanted-“
He scoffed in disgust, at both her nonchalance and, what he believed to be, patronizing attitude.
“-so, see you soon, Tom Riddle-“
“-it’s Lord Voldemort-“
She only smiled.
“Goodbye, Tom,” and with a flap of her Shadowy wings she was gone.
Tom
He was furious. How dare she?
He looked down at what she’d left him alone with.
Back at him stared the lifeless eyes of that mudblood and his weeping, foolish follower cradling her filthy dead body. And yet… it was the shrill cries of the Potter babe that grew his ire.
How dare she rub this- this failure in his face?
No matter that he had chosen to stay. Anything she did or didn’t, could or couldn’t, caused or had not caused was a slight against him.
He turned from the sight, determined to leave that wretched cottage and to begin planning his escape from her.
He fumed.
He would make quite sure to never see her mocking smile nor faux warm eyes, to eschew her body- so unguarded, so unaffected, so unafraid around him, to avoid the annoyance, the evil that was Death…
Yes, he would escape her, no matter the cost.