Hello people that read this, if any... Well, after a very long time I'm updating this fic. After reading my two L reviews, I changed some stuff, mostly in the second chapter. And very soon I'll be adding a new chapter, yeah! Well enjoy and review PLEEZE... byee

Narration is in Italics.

--- Emotions, gestures, etc.

Author's note: This Story I think is going to be PG-13 I guess. Just to be on the safe side, mostly for language.

I CLEANED UP THE GRAMMATICAL AND TYPING ERRORS IN THIS CHAPTER. SORRY FOR THE INCOVIENCE.

Dead Like Me

I'm going to tell you a story, not my story, that's later, this is just a story.

Once upon a time, specifically at the dawn of time, god (lower case g) was getting busy with creation, as the kids these days are saying. He gave Toad a clay jar and said 'be careful with this, its got Death inside.' Pleased as punch and oblivious to the fact that he about to become god's fall guy on the whole death issue, Toad promised to guard the jar. But one day Toad met Frog. 'Let me hold the jar of death, or whatever you call it,' Frog begged. Toad just said no. But Frog was determined and after much whining, Toad finally gave in and said, 'You can hold the jar but only for a second.' Frog began to hop around in excitement and juggled the death jar from one foot to the other. Frog was an asshole. Toad cried out to stop, but it was too late, and it shattered to the ground, it broke open and Death got out. And ever since then all living thing have to die. Makes you wonder what the world would be like if Frog keep to hawking beer. So there you have it the mystery of death finally revealed. We all die, some sooner than later, but that just the beginning of my story.

Well, this is me; 5 feet 6 inches in height, long straight brownish hair, brown eyes and a somewhat slender body. I'd say I'm sorry to disappoint, but I'm not. I excel at not giving a shit. Experience has taught me that interest begets expectations and expectation begets disappointment, so the key to avoid disappointment is to avoid interest. A equals B equals C equals A, or whatever. I also don't have a lot of interest in being a good person or a bad person, from what I can tell, either way you're screwed.

Bad people are punished by Societies' law and good people are, punished by Murphy's Law.

So you see my dilemma...

Well here is some background history on me, not that you want to know, but I guess it would explain a lot. For starters, I'm 18 years old and just out of school. I should be excited but I'm not. These should have been the best years of my life, and considering I didn't have very much longer to live, I guess they were. There is also another aspect of my life that I should be excided about, the fact that I'm a Witch, you know magic wands and stuff. Believe me, it's highly over rated. I come from a highly respected pure-blood wizarding family, my grandparents own this huge manor in the far off countryside, but my family lives in London. Well as I was saying, I'm just out of Hogwarts, (that's where I learn all the magic stuff), and have yet to find a direction in life. Well, if you don't consider the path to the bedroom, bathroom and kitchen a direction.

Basically I have not idea what to do now. For the last two years in school, I have been skating by in all my classes, not really don't give a shit, as I already told you. I barely got A's and E 's in everything, not the brightest candle on the birthday cake or the dimmest but somewhere in the obscure, invisible gray area in between. And I'd say that's good enough. So it brings me here in, waiting in a waiting room to speak to a carrier councilor, like I need any more professional help.

I remember years ago, well two to be exact, l sat in Professor Flitwick's office getting carries advice. Lot of help that gave me. Here we go again...

"Samantha Glass?" I looked up. "Hi," she said with an extremely wide smile. "I'm Barbara Herbig, as in 'her big brown eyes' (she pointed to her eyes) come with me."

''Some O.W.L.s and N.E.W.T.s?" she said questioningly.

''Some seemed like enough."

"Let me see," she said looking at my file, "Ah, well, it seems you have experience in the retail business."

"Uh, huh," I Said clearly remembering helping at my mom's shop every school holiday.

"Do you ever wake up in the morning and realize you life is meaningless?" I heard her say.

"What," she said in a monotonic surprised tone.

"I said, are you are familiar with advanced curses and potions?"

''Oh, er, sure, sort of," I said, which wasn't a total lie, I mean I did take N.E.W.T.s DADA and Potions. The real question should me, 'Did I retain any knowledge from there?' which would be a big fat 'No'.

''Uh, let me ask you this question, what kind of job are you looking for?"

''I don't know, what's available?"

''Well, with your experience I'd say clerical, receptionist, something like that."

''I was told to ask about being a personal assistant."

''Well, you can ask," she said with a chuckle, "but to be perfectly honest with your limited experience and scores, your better off sticking to redundant duties. How do you feel about filing?"

''Never though about it," I said monotonically.

''Oh, well you really should, it's right up your alley," she said and again with the big cheesy smile.

''Whatever."

"How did it go today?" Dad said.

"Fine, just fine," I answered.

"She's just bitter, because they told her she's not qualified to get a decent job," my mother said shaking her head and leaning over to my sister's plate to cut up her meat.

"Oh love, I'm sorry," dad said in a soothing tone.

"You want to know what I think..." here we go. Eye roll "You should have done more advanced classes this last year at Hogwarts, or at least have gotten more N.E.W.T.s. I mean come on Samantha, you use to be smart, it's like you gave up." I just pretended not to listen to her, like I also do, she repeats it often enough.

"I hate to say I told you so..."

"You love to say I told you so," I interrupted.

"Don't talk that way to your mother," he said to me. He continued, "You know it only aggravates her."

"Oh, thank you honey, that's so helpful."

So meet the family. Sarah, age 41, Hogwarts Alumnus 1976, has a antique furniture shop in Diagon Ally (antique to everyone else in the world, but quite in vogue with most witches and wizards today), enjoys long walks on the beach, curling up with a Witch Weekly magazine, and has a pathological fear of sponge cake and hates the word 'Moist', she thinks it's pornographic.

And there's Monty, age 43, Hogwarts Alumnus 1975, he works at Ministry of Magic, in the Muggle Relations/Affairs division, and from what I've heard is highly respected. He's having an affair with one of his interns.

And that's Em, she's ten. She's seems invisible and to me she might as well be.

''This dinner is delicious"' I said picking at the mashed potatoes "and moist."

I heard my mom's fork drop on her plate loudly but I didn't look up from my lovely meal though I could tell she was giving me the angry eye.

When I was little, my mom told me that Santa Claus didn't exist; neither did the Easter Bunny, the Tooth Fairy, or the Great Pumpkin. Even though she didn't say so specifically, I just assumed god didn't either, otherwise I'd probably be praying right now...

I'd pray for world peace, excreta, and maybe even for a little guidance. I mean do you know what its like to be on the verge of adulthood and not know who you are, what you want to be or if you want to be. Its ten shades of suck, that's what it is...

"Get up, Get up," my mom was in my room opening the drapes causing the sunlight to temporarily blind me.

"Uh...mum," I groaned pulling the sheets over my head.

"The woman from the Ministry Employment desk called, she has a job for you."

"What kind of job?"

"Beggars and be choosers, Dear." She said with no hint of sweetness.

"But I feel sick, look (touching my face) I've got a temperature."

"Samantha, you will get up, go to work, get a pay check and move out of this house. If you think you will be a weight on our savings you are seriously mistaken." She said while going through my closet taking out some a white shirt, a black knee length shirt, black shoes, with gold buckles on them and a long burgundy cloak.

"Those are funeral clothes," I said dully.

"Oh, there's going to be a funeral if you don't get you arse out of bed..." those were the last words my mother will ever say to me, "...now get going."

Boy is she going to be sorry.

Author's Note: Same things apply, don't own anything.. All things you don't recognize from Dead like Me and Harry Potter series I guess are mine.

I was inspired by the new series, of the same name, on Showtime. I totally give all the credit to the show and whoever wrote the program, I love it! Well if any of you who read this and has seen the program, I take a lot of direct quotes, which is legal cause I'm giving them the credit. Also 'cause I can't quite write wit and sarcasm like that (well, I'm trying to write like that), plus I like the way it flows. All those who haven't seen Dead Like Me, its really good, I totally recommend it. Anyways, I combined it with Harry Potter and it seems like a good mix. Don't worry you'll see Harry Potter and the whole gang later on. Please stick around 'cause it'll get good.

Aurora Angel