A/N: Now, this is heavily influenced by things like Dogma, Good Omens and Supernatural, other Terry Pratchett novels, and even a little bit of actual biblical lore. It isn't a crossover, but there will be blaspheming, there will be shameless name-drops, and there will be several already over-used plot points being taken advantage of. I've smashed it together in hopes of creating something slightly unique.

This is not a slashfic. There will be no romance between Harry and anyone. Other pairings may pop up, but I haven't got anything planned at the moment.

I will be adding little asides, noted by [ ], for extra explanations as to certain events that may or may not be further elaborated upon later in the story. Because, I'm going to be honest, I have no idea where I'm going with this — it's pretty much just for fun.

WARNINGS: BLASPHEMY, MENTIONS OF TORTURE, OCCASIONAL GRAPHIC VIOLENCE, MENTIONS OF CHILD ABUSE, PSYCHOLOGICAL MANIPULATION, BLASPHEMY AGAIN, MORE BLASPHEMY, I REALLY CANNOT STRESS THE BLASPHEMY ENOUGH (can't say I haven't warned you…).

Main Characters in The Boy with the Death Eyes:

Harry Potter: A boy who is much too curious for his own good, and who can't quite seem to grasp that he is stronger than your average wizard. (Other names— Well, that would be telling.)

Tom: Tall, dark and handsome, even at age seven. (Other names: Foul Creature, Pit Dweller, Demon, Hell Spawn, Tommy, and Tom-Tom.)

Hermione Granger: Genius child who is much too close to omniscient for certain angels' likings. (Other names: The Great Frizz-ball, Nerd, and Mione.)

Ronald Weasley: If ever there was a time for the phrase don't judge a book by its cover, it's now. (Other names: Ginge, Weasel, Won-Won, Harry Potter's Friend, Hermione Granger's Friend, and Who?.)

Luna Lovegood: A girl who most certainly is omniscient, but the angels know about this one so it's all good. (Other Names: Loony, Crazy, Barking, Barmy, etc.)

Gred and Forge Weasley: We weren't sure which was which, so they have to share a category. (Other names: Fred and George Weasley, Pranksters, and McGonogall's Bane.)

Albus Dumbledore: Well-meaning but incredibly irritating expert meddler, schemer, and speech-giver. (Other names: Alboos (by Ivan Karkaroff), Grand Meddler, Professeur Dumblydorre (by Madame Maxine), Old Coot, and Doing This For The Greater Good.)

Raphael: Archangel of Healing, who is so nice he'd even pass on smiting a demon. (Other names: Refael, Raph, and Teenage Mutant Ninja Angel.)

Gabriel: Archangel of Revelations with surprisingly abysmal social skills. (Other names: The Messenger, The Voice, Jibril, Gabe, and Gabby.)

Michael: Archangel of Justice who is the embodiment of perfection, and isn't that just so damn rude? (Other names: Dragonslayer, Mikha'el, Mike, and Michelle.)

Uriel: Archangel of Wisdom who is a little smite-happy for someone so wise. (Other names: N/A, because no one in their right mind would ever provoke Uriel. Ever.)

Metatron: A very enthusiastic author who would tear out feathers over the disjointedness of this story. (Other names: The Scribe, Isn't He A Transformer?, and The Divine Nerd.)

Lucifer: Former Archangel of Light, current ruler of Hell and general party animal. (Other names: Prince of Darkness, The Great Adversary, The Beast, The Darkest of Lords, and Unholier Than Thou.)

Death: A being in a strange extant state of neither living nor dead, nor even strictly dying — he just kind of is. (Other names: Well, um, no?)

In which Harry Potter is more than the Boy-Who-Lived, angels are watching, demons are scheming, and Death comes to all.

Godric's Hollow: October 31st 1981

One

Lily Potter is clever. She is clever, she is sneaky, she is kind — the traits one would expect from three of the four Houses of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Our Father, who art in Heaven…

The redhead kneels in front of her baby, who stands in his crib, watching her with a smiling face — a smile that is slowly fading as an odd look of understanding creeps into those eyes so much like her own.

Hallowed be thy name

"Harry, you are loved… You are so loved," she whispers, her eyes searching the baby's face; this will be the last chance she gets to look at him. "Mama loves you. Dada loves you." Footsteps — quiet, but there — in the hallway. Desperation creeps into Lily's voice; "Harry, be brave. Be strong."

Thy kingdom come

"Stand aside!"

Thy will be done

Lily rises and faces Lord Voldemort, putting herself between him and her son.

On Earth, as it is in Heaven

Lily Potter is brave.

Give us this day our daily bread

Lily Potter is a Gryffindor through and through.

And forgive us our trespasses

"Not Harry. Not my baby," she says, shaking her head. Her voice is even.

And lead us not into temptation

"Out of my way, foolish girl!" Voldemort hisses, crimson eyes narrowing.

But deliver us from evil

"You will not touch him," she says evenly.

Deliver us…

Voldemort's eyes glow, and Lily thinks of hellfire, and burning. The Dark Lord raises his wand.

Deliver us from evil…

Harry is crying.

"Avada kedavra!"

Amen.

—:—

In a place that isn't a place, where light has not yet reached and where Time is here there and a little bit of nowhere, there is a snap.

There is a crack.

There is a creak.

If this non-place applied to the basic laws of physics, it would be quite clear that there would be no way there could be any sound in a non-place with questionable existence. As it is, a non-place with questionable existence also puts the existence and non-existence of sound into question, and so, for the sake of understanding, this story will be told where — for the benefit of everyone — there is sound in the non-place.

These sounds come from deep, deep, deep within the non-place; light won't reach here for what the known Universe considers at least another billion years or so. Were it possible to see anything here, you'd find a rather horrifying sight.

A skeleton: grey boned; tall; snapping into place with the sound of dry twigs as it rises in a disjointed manner, as though it can't quite remember just what movement actually is.

In a voice that, in a real place and not a non-place, sounds like a blizzard, it says, "He is awake."

In the Void, there is the sound of screaming winds.

In the Void, Death laughs.