Chapter 1 : The Qualms of Death
This was so confusing, he thought to himself, he never saw himself as a bad guy. He was just a guy trying to do his job. So why was it every time he tried to be helpful and guide those he was sent to help they became so frightened of the very idea of him?
So he sat at his desk and looked over a rather large stack in his inbox of cases he needed to attend to soon, he pondered, how was he to understand how these people worked
He thought 'Well if I can't understand them as it is, perhaps going undercover will help me to understand them better'. Then maybe he would finally understand why they fled at the thought of him.
With that thought in mind he opened his desk cabinet and pulled out his work issued vortex manipulator. It was nothing fancy. To most it looked like any other watch. It was just the basic model so, no bells and whistles.
It got him back and forth between the dimensions he needed to work with and let him jump backwards and forwards though time and space as well.
With his vortex manipulator firmly on his wrist, he was ready to go. Only now where would he go? He didn't give it much thought. He figured he would just wing it and take it from there. Besides, he could go anywhere to do this little experiment.
After picking up his little black book of records off the table he glanced at the mirror that was set up beside his desk in the office. He noticed he might want to change his appearance so as not to upset the local wild life.
He concentrated on the appearance he wanted and decided to appear as a male with a slightly olive skin tone and ice blue eyes. His hair was almost silver in color, short and uneven in a weed-whacker-attacked-me type of hair style. After looking himself over, he was ready to try his experiment.
He picked up his cloak and randomized the time, date and location of his vortex manipulator. He hit the little red button on the side and in a spark of dark lightening he was gone.
In a dimension far far away an olive skinned man man seemed to pop into existence in an alley way. He walked to the nearest exit and looked left. At the end of the street was a large very white building.
He looked at the letters over the top of the building and read Gringotts in nice bold letters. He smiled at himself, he had rather fond memories of this dimension from long ago.
'Well' he thought to himself, 'time to get this thing started'. As he smiled and made his way through the crowd of people.
There you have it, Death was in Diagon Alley.