Rupert appeared in the room. It looked like another of the attacks by the latest Dark Lord.
"Shade!" He called. A large grim appeared next to him. "Fetch soul!" He pointed at the body of a man with messy black hair. Shade bounded off, returning shortly with a soul following her. "James Henry Potter." Rupert muttered, writing something on his clipboard. "Hello, my name is Rupert and I will be your Reaper today." He said to a somewhat confused James Potter's soul. "Are there any recently departed friends or relatives that you would like to be present."
"Lily?... is she?..."
"Lily Marie Evans, let me see..." Rupert wrote something on his clipboard. "Recently departed, soul has not been processed. I can process you together if you would like."
"Yes"
"Shade, fetch soul!" Shade bounded off again. She came walking back with Lily's soul following her. "As I was saying, my name is Rupert and I will be you Reaper today. Do you wish to pass on to the underworld or fill in an application for a permit to remain in this world as a ghost?"
"Could we stay?" Lily said, speaking for the first time.
"Here are the forms." Rupert handed Lily and James a sheet of paper and a pen each. James looked at the pen in confusion. "We also process non-magical souls, and they have difficulty using quills."
After a few minutes, they handed the forms back. Rupert folded them into paper planes and threw them into the air, where they vanished. "There should be a reply soon, if you would wait a second." A paper aeroplane appeared out of nowhere. Rupert caught and unfolded it. "Both applications have been rejected. You were the 358th and the 359th souls to apply to stay in this world in order to haunt/ help destroy/ have revenge on Tom Marvolo Riddle. 50 souls is the maximum permitted to haunt/ help destroy/ have revenge on one person." He read "Now, follow Shade and she will lead you to the afterlife." Shade, Lily and James vanished.
Suddenly, another paper aeroplane appeared. Rupert caught and unfolded it. "Not another one." He sighed "Shade!" "Poor Laura, having to deal with all that paperwork." He said as he passed Tom Riddle's cloak and wand on the floor. He came to a crib with a crying toddler in it. "Hello, I am Rupert, your Reaper for today. As you have successfully cheated death, you are granted one wish." Harry looked up at him.
"Dada?"
I can't do that, his souls has already been processed. Please choose another wish.
"Dada!"
"No!"
Harry burst into tears.
"I guess, that could be interpreted an you wanting A dad, not YOUR dad, and I need an apprentice anyway." Rupert picked Harry up and vanished