I Do Not Own Harry Potter, Skittles, Taco Bell, Vans, Nike, Red Bull, Monster, Five Hour Energy, 7-11, Pokémon, Death or Fate.
I Do Own the Characters Fate and Death and the plot.
This story is co-written by Sea-Breeze-In-July.
And he saw them: Malfoy with his arms around the unconscious Goyle, the pair of them perched on a fragile tower of charred desks, and Harry dived. Malfoy saw him coming and raised one arm, but even as Harry grasped it he knew at once that it was no good :Goyle was too heave and Malfoy's hand, covered in sweat, slid instantly out of Harry's –
"IF WE DIE FOR THEM, I'LL KILL YOU, HARRY!" roared Ron's voice, and, as a great flaming chimaera bore down upon them, he and Hermione dragged Goyle onto their broom and rose, rolling and pitching, into the air once more as Malfoy clambered up behind Harry.
"The door, get to the door, the door!" screamed Malfoy in Harry's ear, and Harry sped up, following Ron, Hermione, and Goyle through the billowing black smoke, hardly able to breathe: and all around them the last few objects unburned by the devouring flames were flung into the air, as the creatures of the cursed fire cast them high in celebration: cups and shields, a sparkling necklace, and an old, discolored tiara –
"What are you doing, what are you doing, the door's that way!" screamed Malfoy but Harry made a hairpin swerve and dived. The diadem seemed to fall in slow motion, turning and glitter as it dropped toward the maw of a yawning serpent, and then he had it, caught it around his wrist– but then it slipped, falling slowly into the maw of the serpent, which devoured into the fiery depths.
Harry froze in horror before Malfoy's frantic screams snapped him out of his horrified trance, reminding him that they had yet to escape. Harry quickly turned the heavy broom and shot forward as fast as he could on the heavy broom.
Still, no matter how close he got to the door it just seemed to grow farther and farther away. And then there was a heavy slam as the doors shut tight. Harry frantically turned the broom around and flew as high as he could searching for any possible escape, yet he could find none. And so they were trapped in the burning room with no form of escaping the burning fire that promised their deaths.
Malfoy's was the only noise besides the crackling of the flames, making Harry realizes the danger that they were in. Harry gritted his teeth and with a turn of his head he shouted above the noise, "Shut the bloody hell up, Malfoy!"
To this, Malfoy shot back harshly, "We are in danger, Potter! Danger!" Harry rolled his eyes at the platinum boy and began his search. There simply had to be a way out, Right? And Malfoy had been silenced for the time being so now he could focus. He would get them out of the mess they were in, hopefully unscathed. But, how? How would he manage to get out when there was simply no known way? He didn't know.
Apparently, he had been thinking too long because the high pitched screaming of Malfoy filled the air. "What!" Harry snapped impatiently. The only response was the quavering pointing of Malfoy in the downwards position. Glancing down, Harry himself stifled a shriek. The flames were a mere foot below them and steadily climbing upwards.
Sweet Merlin, they were going to die, right then and there. For Merlin's sake, Harry never imagined that demonic fire would be the end of him. It was definitely low on his list of possible ways to die. He always believed that Voldemort would be the source of his demise. Fear coursed through him at an alarming rate and he flew higher, until his head hit the ceiling. There was no way out and he knew it. He would only let the fire take him under and do what it wished with him.
"Good-bye, Draco. I've decided that I'm putting our childish grudge behind me. If I'm about to die, I want to die without any anger and bitterness. So I'd like to say I'm sorry. For everything." Harry told the platinum teen with the smallest touch of a smile on his face.
"Good-bye Harry, I'm sor –"Began Draco, before he was harshly cut off by the flames as they rushed up to devour them. And then there was darkness, complete and utter darkness. There was nothing. No pain, no heat blistering his skin. Nothing. There was nothing, just darkness.
Harry didn't know how long he had been there. Minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years, perhaps even centuries. He didn't know. Because there was no sense of time or space. Just total darkness. But then he could faintly see light. Faintly, though. And it made him wonder if he was actually seeing it. But something told him that it was real, not fake.
And then it was there. Blinding, bright white light. He could see it, without opening his eyes. Just as he had known of the darkness, he knew of the whiteness around him. And then he was regaining his senses. He didn't gather them all at once, but bit by bit he realized that he would hear. There wasn't much to hear, just a pleasantly faint humming sound.
It was an enjoyable sound, though it was a tad irritating after a while. Then came his sense of smell. The room smelled nice, an almost floral smell that was pleasant in perfuming the air. After that his taste, though there was nothing to taste. And finally, his eyesight. He blinked open his eyes and began to take in whatever he could. There wasn't much. Just long white walls that were seemingly endless.
And fog. Plenty of fog. It surrounded them, curling over Draco and his bodies in long wispy tendrils. And the air was clear, no trouble in breathing despite the fog. Actually, the air was clearer than any he had ever had the pleasure of breathing. It was crisp and cool, like on an autumn day, but it wasn't icy cold, it was pleasantly brisk.
And, Harry noted, his body felt like it was made of lead. He couldn't move a muscle and he ached all over. But, just like his senses, he slowly regained the ability to move. First his feet, then his legs, then his hands, and then his arms and so forth. The last part of his body to move was his head. And he gained a massive headache when he stood up at last. The blood pounded harshly as he tried to steady himself.
Once he was steady, He looked around. Plain, endless white walls, light almost grey fog swirling around his feet, the pleasant humming, and the floral smell. Nothing different from what he observed while he was laying down. A low moan came near his feet. Harry moved his foot and it connected with something solid. A yelp came from the fog and then Draco's voice. "Bloody Hell, Harry. You just kicked me in the ribs!"
Harry snorted and held down his hand. Only a moment passed before Draco clasped his arm and with Harry's help, got up. The platinum haired teen swayed a few moments before looking around. "Were the bloody hell are we?" He questioned, glancing at Harry, who shrugged. "If I knew, I would've told you, now wouldn't I?" Harry replied.
"Welcome, boys." Drawled a silky voice. Both boys jumped and Draco grasped Harry's forearm for a brief moment before he and Harry glanced at each other and leapt away as a dark chuckle rang throughout the room. "W-Who said that?" stammered Harry, Looking around nervously.
Draco scanned the room until his eyes landed on a slight ripple across the wall. "Whoever is standing right there." He said, pointing directly at the wall. Harry and Draco watched in horror as a looming figure with a long, following, midnight cloak broke away from the wall and began to glide towards them.
When the towering figure stood before them, a pale hand reached up to the neck and undid a metal clasp which made the clock fall in a pool of fabric at his feet. And the boys, whose eyes were shut tight, peered through them and then opened them fully with dropped jaws. A tall man stood before them.
He wasn't ugly, he was actually quite handsome. He had healthy looking pale skin that matched the walls with shoulder length black hair and navy-almost black- eyes. He was wearing a black and grey striped tee-shirt, a pair of loose black skinny jeans, and a pair of black Vans that had a grey skull wrapping around the back. "Hello, My new additions. I am Death." He purred in the silky tone. Death had this look in his eyes as he circled them in which held sorrow and pleasure at the same time.
"Now, Now, Death. You know they aren't your newest additions. So stop scaring the two boys." A witty voice cut through the air. All three turned and Draco and Harry's jaws dropped. Strutting towards them was the most beautiful woman they had ever seen. She had a lovely tan and eyes the color of celery. Her hair, which flowed half-way down her back, was reddish-brown. She was gorgeous.
And of course, she looked extremely sexy in the outfit she was wearing. A pair of tight black skinny jeans and a purple crop tom with a black smiley face and the words 'Smile; be happy' on it and a pair of black and purple Nike high heels. She sauntered towards the three males, an easy-going grin on her face. Her hair was in a side pony-tail, tucked behind her ear was the pony-tail and it was curled. Harry noticed that when she moved, the curls bounced. Her flat stomach peeked through from under her shirt and it made the Draco and Harry…bothered.
When she reached the boys, she ran her eyes over the boys appreciatively. "Wonderful…Wonderful." She mused. Draco noted the minimal amount of make-up on her face, which included eyeliner, mascara, lip-gloss, and a small amount of pale blush dusting her check. It was a welcomed difference from the caked on make-up that he had grown used to.
"Well, Death. We must tell them of their choices." Fate mused to her cousin. "Ah, yes but we must introduce you to Draco and Harry." Death replied lightly. "Ah, yes." Fate replied absent-mindedly. "I'm Fate, Cousin of Death. I have given you your destinies but now you may choose your own. You see, you have two options. The first is that you may pass on with Death to the World of the Dead and stay with your loved ones that have passed." Fate explained.
"Or you may leave with a friend of ours, Arceus, to a world, very different from your own. In this world, you will be reborn, and you shall grow and be raised as children in that world and are. You will rejoin the family you have lost in this world along with your friends once you die but also, you will rejoin the friends and family that have passed on this new world. You will have no memory of your past life for a few years but you will regain them bit by bit, very slowly though." Continued Death.
"And now, you must talk it over and decided, for one must not go without the other, for you died together and therefore your fates are now tied together." Warned Fate before her and Death left with a flash. The two teenagers glanced at each other and began to ponder what they wished to do.
It was Draco who broke the silence. "I want a chance to redeem myself. I can't face them; the people I've hurt. I can't face the guilt. I can't face the hate, pain, rage that they are surely going to have for me. If I take this chance maybe I can better my soul. Make me a person who deserves to be with good, kind people who had good lives."
Harry pondered this for a long moment. "I've wanted to meet my parents my whole life. I'm finally getting that chance. But…" He trailed off, furrowing his brow. He was a naturally curious person and wondered what this other world could be and he did want to help Draco redeem himself. But…he so dearly yearned to know his parents. Then again, there was the part about being able to create new friends and family and also being able to be reunited with the ones of his previous life. He added this to his mental chart of pros and cons of each option.
After a while there was a flash of smoke. Fate, Death, and a strange creature stood before them.* Its body color was white with a gray, vertically-striated underside, the pattern of which had similar recurrences on the underside of its mane, tail, and face, and it had four pointed feet tipped with gold hooves. Its mane was quite long, jutting away from its head, and its face was gray, with green eyes and red pupils, and a green circular pattern below its eyes. It also had a streak of gold coloration on its head, and ears that pointed upward. Its neck was fairly long, with two pairs of extrusions to the sides, and a flap-like feature on the neck's underside that was colored white like much of the body. It also had a golden cross-like wheel attached to its body by its round abdomen.* It had movements that flowed with a certain gracefulness. It was mesmerizing to the boys and when it spoke it had such a commanding tone that they listened carefully. "I am Arceus, Ruler of all Pokémon. I am offering you a limited offer to rejoin the world, just not your world. My world. You may accept this offer or decline it, with Death and Fate as witness. What have you boys chosen?"
Harry and Draco glanced once at each other before Draco piped up. "I have picked the second chance." And then all eyes were on Harry, just like when he was alive. Harry swallowed before speaking. "I agree. I would like the second chance." Draco let out a sigh of relief at this. "Wonderful, Wonderful. Just let me put this in the book…" Fate replied lightly while pulling a black leather journal from a black tote back that was slung over her shoulder. She flipped to a page and began to cross out and write quickly across the page. Once she had finished, closed the book, and put it away, Death muttered and pulled a scroll out of nowhere.
Everyone blinked and edged away from him as he let out a string of curses. The scroll's clasp was opened in a nimble finger movement and went on for miles. Everyone glanced down as the scroll whirled past their feet and into the distance. Death began to search said scroll for a few names. "God Dammit where are they!" He shouted in frustration, which made everyone back away even more.
After at least a half-hour of searching the scroll, Death finally found the names and crossed them out with a pen that he pulled out of nowhere and started to roll up the scroll. Then, after about an hour of rolling, He finished and looked up and sweat dropped. Harry and Draco playing I-spy, Fate was doodling in a notebook, and Arceus was doing paperwork.
"What the hell are you doing?" He growled. The four glanced lazily up at him. "While you were playing with your scroll of many miles, we got bored. So Arceus popped in a ten foot high pile of paperwork, Fate pulled out another notebook, and Harry and I decided to play I-spy." Draco explained as if that was completely obvious.
Death fell to the floor with anime tears flowing from his eyes. The others just sweat dropped and decided to ignore him. "So… Who wants to go get tacos while Death figures out his sexuality?" Fate questioned the group. "What are tacos?" Draco wanted to know. The others looked at him in horror. "We need to get Mexican food in this boy, stat!" Screamed Arceus, who was still doing paperwork. "Agreed!" Fate and Harry yelled. They picked up Draco and held him over their heads and ran into a wall portal that led to Taco Bell.
When the group entered through the wall portal in a random Taco Bell, all hell broke loose. They returned a few hours later to find Death sulking over his scroll. "And where have you three been for..." Death paused to look at the random wall clock. "Six hours?"
"AT TACO BELL ENJOYING THE MOST WONDERFUL THING IN THE WORLD CALLED A DORITO LOCOS TACO!" Screamed Draco in joy. "A-A-And you didn't invite me?" sniffed Death before hugging his scroll and going to grow mushrooms in his emo corner.
"Who wants to see what happens when you give Draco a Red Bull?" Harry asked with a slightly insane smile. "Here, Here." Agreed Arceus and Fate. So, the group of four popped into a 7-eleven, where Draco began to exclaim over stupid things, and bought some Red Bull, Monster, Skittles, and 5-hour energy. Then they returned to find Death still sulking.
"Where have you been for the last ten minutes?" He snapped at Arceus and Fate while Harry coaxed Monster, Red Bull, and 5-hour energy into Draco while eating the Skittles. "Shopping." Fate replied with a shrug. "HIT THE FLOOR!" Harry shouted while he watched as Draco's eyes widened and the sugar hit his system.
Suddenly Draco was bouncing of the walls, giggling and chattering about squirrels and unicorns. "Hey, Hey, Hey Fate! Guess what! Squirrels!" He giggled, bouncing next to Fate. She nodded with a smile. "Yup." She said with a small smile. After about twenty minutes of this, Arceus got pissed off and shot Draco with a Thunder Bolt, causing him to fall to the ground, twitching.
All the while, Death was rolling on the floor laughing, before Arceus shut him up with a Thunder Bolt. "Well that stopped them, real quick didn't it." Arceus said with a demonic chuckle, causing Fate and Harry to edge away. "WAIT." Screamed Fate, causing everyone to look at her.
"We have gotten waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyy off track. Let's make these boys babies and send them into the wilderness unprotected!" She said exuberantly. "Wait, what the fu-"was all Harry and Draco got out before a bright white light blinded them with Fate and Death calling good luck and good bye faintly.
And then there was darkness.
End Chapter
Author's Note
The bolded part is from Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, chapter 31, pages 633 to 634.
The part that is between the *s is taken from Arceus' profile on Bulbapedia.
I hope you like this as it is my first story. It's an idea that has been in my head for quite a while and am now just getting it down now. Hope you enjoy it. Please read and review. All reviews are appreciated.
