Disclaimer : I do not own Harry Potter or Elvenking, and if you dont believe me then Naruto (which i dont own) will well believe it in your ear for hours on end.
On this night of Nights, She's coming my way
Under this rain, dirty with agony and pain
Mistress of Doom, winner of all fights
My glance is reflected in the blade of the Scythe
I look across this battlefield, i see death destruction and pain. In the distant is see a woman holding a gold scythe, She looks like death in human flesh, her long black hair block her eyes from my view, Her frail body pale from the lack of sun. She glides along the ground as if suspended by wires and ropes. She looks at me and for an instant i see dark lifeless eyes. As i look I see the failures and deaths that were caused by my ineptitude in some aspects. I hear her say "Your time is not yet here. Yet you still perish." She comes closer to me, and i see the skin almost falling of her arms. I fight the urge to shiver as i hear her take in a deep, rattling breath. "Your death should not be at this time nor place. Your destiny cant be changed and you must live." I look up at her as she finally stood over me. I look to the Scythe in her hand blade down towards the ground, in the blade i see my reflection, I also see the family i should have had, and the people who made my life what it was die at my hand, My mother, Father and brother, all felled by my blade. I see when that my family was manipulated by the one we trusted above all else. As i was in the illusion of epiphany, I hear a name, "Hel". I stared at the woman above me, "Hel is your guardian, who in a misjudgement she alowed you to die."
I stare confused after i was brought back to the present situation, i rasped out the first question I thought of, "Hel? as in the Daughter of Loki and the Consort of Tyr, from norse mythology?" I see her nod her head. Then she raised he scythe above her head and said quietly, " I will send you back with the rightful aid of your mother, your true mother. Hel." with that said she brought the scythe down and struck me in the neck with the blade, And that is the last thing i remeber as James Zachary Potter.
...and if you follow the trails down this winter wake
She's reaping down souls, one for every flake
Throughout the ages, through centuries
She, mistress of customs, of memories
A/n: the verses at the end and beggining are to my knowledge copyrighted by the band Elvenking, from their CD The scythe. This is my first Fanfiction i may actually continue to post with. And if possible please no flaming i would like more constructive critisims, that will help me with my writing or in this case typing.