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Harry woke up in a cold sweat for what seemed like the 20th time that month. Every day since Cedric died he'd been plagued with nightmares that never stopped and it was always the same nightmare…Cedric's lifeless body staring up at him along with his parents. He couldn't help but feel that his dreams were trying to tell him something but he couldn't figure out what it was and why it was so important. A look out his window told him that it was still dark out which was okay with him. It was the perfect time for a midnight scroll.
Sneaking out the house was easy. Getting past the neighbor's new dog however was proving to be a bit difficult. He could feel his chest burning as he ran from the large dog. He was already weak from hunger and knew he had absolutely no chance against the large beast. Pulling out his Gryffindor courage he turned around and stared at the dog that was still running towards him. "STOP" He yelled. Except it wasn't his voice that yelled…his voice wasn't that powerful. The dog came to an abrupt stop and turned around. Harry watched the dog walk back towards his owner's house with shock. "What the hell was that?" he thought as he sat on a bench. Trying to control his breathing, he took a chance to examine his surroundings. It seemed like he had run much farther than he thought as he didn't see any houses that he recognized. Ignoring the brief feeling of panic that ran threw him he laid down on the bench. "I'll just take a small nap" he mumbled closing his eyes.
A handsome man walked towards him frowning. "What are you doing here?" he demanded.
"I don't know…where am I exactly?" Harry asked cautiously. This man had a dangerous aura and he didn't want to piss him off.
"You're in the Land Of The Dead," the man answered still frowning "But you're not supposed to be here! Why haven't you claimed your inheritance yet?"
"What inheritance?" Harry asked naively.
"Bonis meis! Don't you know anything?" the man sighed, "I cannot tell you but I know where you can find out. Go to the ones you mortals call goblins and ask them. They will tell you everything you need to know"
"What is your name?"
"My name is Thanatos, now go I have important matters to attend to" Before Harry could protest, his vision blacked out and he woke up on the bench. The sun was out and shining and people were walking past the bench staring at him. He got up and made his way back to the Dursley's to make breakfast, he didn't need another beating. While he cooked Dudley's sausage he thought over what the man had said. Did he really have an inheritance to claim? And if so how come no one had told him? And as he put the breakfast on a plate he thought a question that bothered him the most. "Where have I heard the name Thanatos before?"
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