This story is originally written by TheBlackSeaReaper, who has unfortunately has put up most of their stories for adoption. I can only hope that I will be able to do this story justice, as the original is absolutely wonderful. I consider myself lucky and very grateful for TheBlackSeaReaper choosing me to write this story.
I hope you all enjoy it as much as you do the original! I've made a few minor changes, but kept most everything the same.
Enjoy!
~Snow.
In the office of William T. Spears (who, unfortunately sometimes, is part of the Management ward of the Grim Reaper Dispatch) stood Grell Sutcliff, who was attempting to request some vacation time. A Grim Reaper like William, Grell is (to the horror of both demons and Grim Reapers alike) she is a flamboyant okama, who tries (and usually fails) to get into any guy's pants. Grell has long blood red hair; her eyes are a mixture between neon green and yellow, and she wears a pair of red-frame glasses. Dressed on a red vest and red striped bow tie and a long red coat covering that. She also wore a pair of red high-heeled boots and her teeth were sharp and shark like. Born to the male sex, she often states that she is a woman trapped inside a man's body.
The only person that can stand being around Grell is Ronald Knox, a fellow Grim Reaper with thick wavy brown hair, a pair of black thick framed, pentagonal shaped glasses. He also wears a silver colored watch on his right wrist and his clothes are made up of a stylish black suit and matching tie, a pair of black gloves and black dress shoes. He stood off to the side, watching in silence as the two other Reapers talked.
Sitting behind the desk that was piled with unfinished paperwork (which was caused by Grell's actions and behavior) was William T. Spears. Who was the one Grim Reaper that everyone in the department felt sorry for, since he had to deal with those two. The green/gold eyed Reaper sat with his hands folded in front of his mouth as he glared at Grell. William's dark hair was groomed to perfection and he wore a pair of black glasses with a silver rim on the sides of them.
The redhead's lip was pushed out into a pout as she continued to plead with William, trying with all of her might to change his mind, "Please, please let me take some time off, Will! I need some time for myself so I can relax, get my nails, my poor hair done and become more beautiful than I already am! All this overwork is giving me split-ends and chipped nails!"
Ronald spoke for the first time since entering the office (having followed Grell in), effectively cutting off whatever William had been about to say, "You know, if you give Grell –sempai some time off, it will get him out of your hair for awhile."
That had William thinking. 'If Grell is off on a vacation, it will mean less paperwork for me to finish. But, I cannot let him just walk out of this office simply just like that. The higher ups will have my head on a silver platter if I did so. On the other hand, if he's out of the office for vacation, the other Grim Reapers will not have to deal with him trying to get into their pants, but I can't let him go that easily...'
It was then when an idea came to him. Lowering his hands, the High-ranking Grim Reaper leaned back in his chair and said, "I'll make you a deal, Grell. Will you accept this deal no matter what it is, so you can get your vacation?"
Without even thinking it over, Grell agreed, "Of course, I will accept the deal. Anything for a vacation!"
Ronald shook his head woefully, he had the feeling that this will come back to bite Grell in the ass. Behind him, fellow Grim Reapers were waiting outside of the office's door with a baited breath, hoping against all odds that they wouldn't have to deal with the okama for some time.
William smirked, causing a cold shiver to go down Grell's spine as the man spoke, "I will give you a hundred year vacation, if, and only if, you marry a real woman from a noble house. If you do that, I want proof of this marriage and also, Mr. Knox has to witness the marriage itself. I don't care how it's done as long as the woman is willing to do it."
"WHAT!?" the redhead shrieked, causing the other Reapers to wince (and a few to cover their ears). "How could you do this to me!? I'm a woman myself that is stuck in a man's body!" Grell screamed at the other man, horrified, while Ronald's jaw was on the ground in shock. The rest of the Grim Reapers outside of the door began muttering among themselves, plotting the second death of the one and only William T. Spears.
Luckily (or unluckily) a low ranking reaper came running towards the office before anything else could happen. He was yelling as he pushed past the other Reapers, "A report of two dementors currently traveling in Surrey, England near Privet Drive!"
William scowled (he, like many other Reapers, loathed dementors). "Grell, Mr. Knox, go and destroy those things immediately!" he ordered before grumbling – more to himself than the others, "I swear that those things are worse than demons."
"Yes, sir!" both Grell and Ronald said immediately, before seemingly disappearing into thin air.
In an alleyway.
Harriet Potter couldn't think or do anything as her worst memories continued to assault her, her mother screaming in her head as she felt a hand made out of slimy, wet bones wrap around her neck and lift her off the ground, cutting off her air supply. Her wand was lost somewhere in the alley, hidden in the dark. These dementors were smarter than the ones that she was used to, she could tell the moment that one of them knocked the wand out of her hand.
The freezing cold temperature began to really settle inside her body as the emerald-eyed witch wondered how this could have happened. The two dementors had caught her as she was coming home from trying to find her cousin, Dudley so they could head back the house together, which usually kept her from facing a locked door from her Aunt and Uncle.
But as the dementor lowered its hood, she knew that her soul was going to be sucked out of her body; leaving it as an empty shell, and no one was going to save her. If someone did save her, she swore to herself would marry them.
Little did she know that is exactly what she was going to do.
When the Dementor's mouth was a mere few inches from her own mouth, she suddenly heard a loud roaring noise that sounded like a chainsaw, and someone's cruel laughter echoed though the tunnel. That was when she was roughly thrown against the brick wall, sending her glasses flying in the opposite direction, leaving everything blurry. But what she could somewhat see was two shiny objects, a red person-shaped blob, another dark person-shaped blob, and the two dementors.
When the silver object that was clearly a chainsaw (that was also being used as a weapon) stabbed the dementor, the young witch had to cover her ears as the dementor made a horrible screeching noise. Once the screeching noise ended, Harriet groped around on the floor in the dimness and finally found her glasses (which somehow had ended up just a foot away from her) and she put them on in time to see a huge amount of film erupt from the dementors. She watched, fasinated and a bit worried, as the the film went into thin black books that the two (no longer blob-shaped) people were holding in their hands.
The closest of the two was wearing a lot of red clothes and at first she thought he was a woman, as she could barely tell that the person was male with his feminine features and long, blood red hair. He was holding what looked to be like a chainsaw while the other person (who she could safely say is one hundred percent male) was standing on an old fashion lawnmower. How could these two people kill two dementors, when she was told that it was an impossible thing to do?
"Well, that takes care of those two horrible things," the redhead said happily as he tucked the little black book into a pocket.
"Yes it does, but what I want to know is why they were here in the first place?" the brunette asked curiously. Neither of them seemed to notice Harriet, who silently stood as the two spoke. The redhead then seemed to spot something that caught his interest, because he bent down and picked it up. Even in the dim light the young witch could see that it was her wand. "Isn't that a wand, Grell–sempai?" the brunette asked curiously, leaning forward on the lawnmower to take a closer look at it.
Before the newly-named Grell could say anything, Harriet took a step towards them with her hand stretched outward, "May I have my wand back, please?" she asked politely.
Obviously, these two people were magical or somehow associated with magicals, so there was no need to hide what she was. She just prayed that they did not work for Moldypants, who liked to play with little children, herself more so than others. Their heads snapped around to her, Grell's eyes narrowed before he frowned, looking like he was in deep thought. The brunette looked a bit nervous, however, as he kept glancing back at Grell.
Finally, Grell walked up to her. "What is your name, Miss Witch?" she asked as she handed the wand back to the emerald-eyed witch.
"Harriet Potter," she answered in confusion. She was beginning to fell dread of some sort build up inside of her by the way that this Grell was looking at her. She shifted uncomfortably as the redhead began to walk around her, surveying her. The young witch was a bit on the small side for her age in size, and a bit small in bust (probably a B or C cup), but she was lithe - probably from sports. Beautiful emerald, almond-shaped eyes were hidden behind hideous circular frames.
The (wo)man gave a thoughtful hum."Are you from a noble family?" Grell asked seriously as she stopped in front of the ravenette again. The brunette's eyes widened in understanding as Harriet nodded.
"Yes." Was the simple answer. Were these people connected to magicals? she wondered; because if they were they'd know who she was and that she was from a 'Noble and Ancient House'. Or so others put it.
Grell grinned widely, showing off her pointed teeth as she looked overjoyed about something. Then she began to speak excitedly, "This is the most wonderful news ever! And since you, Harriet Potter, owe a Life Debt, you can pay it off by agreeing to marry me willingly! Ronald, we're going to Vegas for a wedding!"
And that's the chapter! I hope you all enjoyed it and will continue to stick around for more!
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~Snow.