Chapter: 0/?
Author: Bleeding Star Goddess (aka BSG) and can be contacted at or count: 574
Pairing: Draco/Harry, Snape/Harry (both one-sided), Death/Chaos, Death/Order
Rating: M
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Warnings: This is a shameless self-insertion (and really, those are the best and no other way). Also, I'm well aware what this fic is like, it was done for fun for me and... Well mostly me, don't bother flaming, I know this is self-insertion so let me save you the trouble of you trying to tell me . Major Character death… yeah... and pointless humor with bad puns…
Summary: Harry has died… relax though; it's not as bad as it sounds. He died before he was supposed to, in fact, Death didn't even do it. So because of his unnatural end there's a problem between Heaven and Hell on who gets Harry. Until they sort the problem out, they send him to the one and only being that will keep Harry's soul safe… Death!
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Chapter 00: Hello!
His head was pounding and his entire body ached. He couldn't even recall why he was in such pain. All he could remember was talking to Hermione on the pitch and then… nothing…
He sat up and blinked when he saw that he wasn't in the hospital wing. If he wasn't, then that might explain why he was still in pain. He got out of the bed and gulped when he realized he wasn't in the dorms either.
He was in a king-sized bed with black sheets and a giant yin-yang symbol across the covers. The walls were painted black and burgundy and Chinese lanterns hung from the ceiling. A sliding glass door led out to a balcony covered in flowers of all different colors and looked over a sandy beach with an endlessly blue ocean, the soft scent of salt mixed and mingled with the flowers' aromas. The room was well furnished and comfortable but Harry didn't really pay attention to that as he headed towards the only other door.
He walked out the doorway and down the hall with his back against the wall, he would glance at the sleeping cats he passed in the hallway. He inched a bit a ways from the wall and looked over the banister.
There were paintings on the wall he left and items on stands even against the banister's carved wood. He picked up a rather beautiful blue glass vase for a weapon since everything else was too big, his eyes still looking down over the banister and onto the first floor.
He heard soft singing, albeit bad singing but singing nonetheless. He slipped silently down the wooden stairs and passed through what appeared to be a living room and dining room, to stop just outside the room where the singing was loudest. Now that he could hear the singer he noted a female voice, it wasn't horrible just average.
He glanced in and saw a rather short woman with naturally red streaked blonde hair that went past her shoulder blades singing and dancing in a kitchen as she filled a cup of instant ramen with water before putting it into the microwave.
A black cat was sitting on the counter and watched her as she tapped its nose with thin violinist fingers. She then turned away from the sink and pointedly gazed at the doorway.
"Harry sweetie, why don't you come out and we'll fix you something up yes?"
He blinked, well, so much for hiding. He leaned off the wall and peeked into the kitchen.
She gave a blissful sigh as she stared at him.
"Yes, your eyes are much prettier without your glasses…"
He blinked again and touched his face, they were indeed gone; he scowled and glared at her.
"Where am I?" he demanded.
She waved a dismissive hand.
"Relax darlin', you're perfectly safe."
"Who ARE you?"
She giggled as she walked out of the kitchen; she was dressed in a simple black robe with a hood. Harry instantly thought 'Death Eater' but he didn't think he would be at the Death Eater's house if that was the case.
She led him over to the bar and sat him on one of the stools, she gently took the vase out of his hand and his jaw dropped as she just waved her hand and he watched it float out of the room and presumably up the stairs back to its little stand.
"How rude of me," she replied as she snapped her fingers and lit the large red-brown candle with the fire that danced on the tips of them, "let me introduce myself, I'm Death!"
She blinked as she watched Harry faint.
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Wah don't hurt me! I promise there will be more! And I want to thank Beth for giving me the courage to actually POST this baby kisses lips No cake required!
::: PREVIEW OF NEXT CHAPTER::: This isn't happening, this is a bad dream, I'm back in the dorms and I just had a bad fall from practice... yeah, that's it...
"Wakey wakey Harry!"
I'm not sleeping in Death's bed!
"Of course you are silly! Who else's bed would it be?"
GAH!