Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or an of the possible universes that may be used in an crossover in this "story". If I did well... what a fun ride it would be.

AN: Just wanted to put this in here. The "story" will be a bits and pieces file that will contain idea's that come from my twisted brain. Anyone is welcome to use the idea's presented in this "story", I do not mind at all. All I really would like is maybe a note of acknowledgment and a message so that I can take a look at it. Thanks and happy readings.

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-MCP

'Well that its then…' Harry morbidly thought as he saw the sickly green spell coming at him body with the Tri-Wizards Cup just yards away. He knew it was already too late. He'd die and that would be that. Instead of struggling to push himself away from the spell, he closed his eyes and accepted it. As the spell hit, his life flashed before his eyes. Most of it he didn't like but at the very end were thoughts of a brown haired girl who had been standing on the main hall's staircase and how heartbroken she'd be. 'Sorry, Hermione.'

Lucius Malfoy was the man that Voldemort had chosen to check the body of the boy-who-lived. He nudged the boy off his back nodding as he took in the boy's lifeless eyes.

"He's dead, my lord." Lucius told his master. "What would you like us to do with the body?"

"Leave it; we have no need for the Ministry to launch an investigation so soon into where the body of their boy savior is. By the time they realize something is wrong, we will have disappeared."

Things were black for an eternity before his head cleared of fog. He couldn't remember exactly what he had been doing but he knew that it had been something important. He opened his eyes to find a train station similar to nine and three-quarters. The station itself was covered in what appeared to be a thick fog that had crept over the platform itself.

"Where am I?" Harry mumbled to himself as he looked over the platform.

"Well, you're dead."

Harry jumped into the air when he heard the voice from behind him. He turned around to find a girl slightly older than himself dressed in gothic clothing. From her neck she wore a silver ankh and also appeared to have a tattoo like the eye of Horus around her right eye.

"Dead?" he asked.

"Yep, your body no longer breaths and soul no longer calls it home. So yeah… dead."

"So where am I and who are you?" he asked the strange girl.

"Me? Well, I have many names of which I prefer the name Teleute. Not many know that name though but the name every living creature knows me as is Death. As to where you are… well your soul is at a gate because I need to talk to you." She answered.

"You really expect me to believe this."

She shook her head, "No, not really. You soul hasn't accepted it yet. But do you really remember what was happening before you arrived here?"

Harry looked at the strange girl before closing his eyes and trying to remember what he had been doing. He remembered that it was the day of the third task of the Tri-Wizard Tournament. Vaguely, he remembered finding his way through the hedge maze that made up the third task and taking the cup with Cedric and then…

Then it hit him. Cedric's death at the hands of Voldemort, Wormtail resurrecting Voldemort in a whole body, the spirits of his parents in the glowing dome, and finally the green spell as he reached out for the Tri-Wizard's Cup.

"Bugger," Harry swore as he looked at Teleute. "So what happens now? Will I finally get to see my parents?'

"Well, that's where things turn weird. Truth be told, you shouldn't be dead. Fate tells me that there's a whole bunch of stuff you are supposed to do in the world still and that puts me in a bit of a quandary. We have to figure things out before anything really happens so… how about I bring your parents here till things are sorted out?"

"You would?" harry asked her in reverence.

"Yep, no problem."

"You're kidding." Teleute deadpanned as she looked at her brother Fate.

"Nope," Fate answered all too happily while holding his book tightly to his chest. "He will become a force that will remake the world after all there is no fate but what we make."

Teleute took another look at Fate before turning away and disappearing from the realm of fate.

Time doesn't exist in the realms of the endless as it did in the mortal realms. Eternity was a second and a second was eternity, as such when the last of the Death Eaters had apparated away from the graveyard something really strange happened. The body that had been left behind started to push itself off the ground and drew in a shaky breath. As the eye's opened, a grin grew on the boys face.

"Oh yeah, respawn."

#AN# Just an idea after seeing Deadpool from Marvel comics holding up a sign that said lol respawn. Said picture was after he had been 'killed' by Norman Osborn I believe. As Deadpool is a immortal being in Marvel's Universe, he is unable to truely die.