A New Guy by P.L.S.
A little Crossover 400 word drabble between Harry Potter and Dead Like Me.
It wasn't a very heroic death. Hell, it was just so horridly mundane that Harry laughed until he felt tears coming on every time he thought of it. He was taking a shower after waking from a healing coma, and he slipped on a bar of muggle soap. His last thought was simply"This is gonna look awfully funny in the history books."
It was now five years after his accidental death just before he was to sit for his N.E.W.T's, and he was getting transferred from the Edinburgh Branch of Accidental Deaths to the Seattle Branch. He was now kind of used to reaping souls and was getting better and better with the whole in the world but not of it' aspect as Chandler O'Toule often put it.
Walking into the meeting place, a little spot called 'Der Waffle Haus', he had to admit he was nervous. Wizard reapers were rare and getting shifted to another country was all the more rare. But he knew why it had to be done, his magic was simply too strong and too well known to several very clever wizards for him to escape their notice. A little thing like his appearance shifting wasn't going to stop Snape, Malfoy, or Hermione from finding him if they thought he was still alive.
He saw them, a gruff looking man with slightly thinning hair, a beautiful blonde who looked to live masked, an air head of a dark headed man, a rather abrupt but still gentle woman in a uniform, and a lost looking young woman his age.
"Today, we're getting a new face. And it looks like Mr. New Face just showed up." said the man with an air of confidence that blended what he liked about both Snape and Dumbledore's styles of command.
"Aye, er, yes. I'm Harry Potter."
"Good, sit down. Ma'am, please get this kid a coffee and a carrot muffin."
"But I don't..."
"Trust me, it's good." said the youngest of the Americans. Harry sighed.
"Okay." Harry pulled over a chair next to the uniformed woman and sat heavily.
"I'm Rube, this is Mason, Roxie, Daisy, an' George. Guys, this is Harry, our transfer from Scotland."
"Cool." said Roxie with a smirk. Harry was quickly starting to think it might not be too bad living in the States. It was already kind of homey, in that crazy reaperish kind of way.