Minako "mooki" Obata - This Moment ~Prayer in the Light~
Though my body is worn out and weak
Though the strength that I once had is gone
Now my eyes have learned to cry heavy/happy tears
Now my heart is beating with yours
In the midst of the night I survived
Where the moon and stars could not be found
Now I see the brightest light on my way
In this moment I exist
In this moment I heave/heal
All because of the grace you bestowed on me
Chapter 01 - Godric's Hollow
As he came back to his senses and opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was the front of a pretty normal looking house with garden. It looked really boring and kind of simple, but he felt some strange energy radiating from this house. Hehehe, how curious. He took a step forward and then it hit him, he survived. Here he was in his soul form, which didn't look much different from his normal body, but a little transparent. He looked over himself, he didn't miss any body parts or anything and his clothes and talismans were also there. So the experiment succeeded. He started laughing like a madman; those stupid shinigami probably thought that he died since a soul could normally not survive without a body. That was why he had to get his talisman back from little Ciel. Without it he would surely be dead. But there also seemed to be a problem. The whole thing should send him to a new body, a body which would be most compatible and perfect for his soul, the most suitable of all. And exactly that was the problem. Where was his new body? Hopefully somewhere near. He knew what would happen then; he would consume the body's original soul, gain their memories and control it after this procedure. It was the perfect plan, not really one of his most sane, and there was apparently still something wrong. My lovely body, where are you? Come out; come out, where ever you are.
He looked back at the house, where should he go? He looked around. He was in some kind of village; it seems to be rather small and isolated in the middle of a forest. It was obviously autumn since the trees were losing their blood red leaves and the nightly wind was rather cold. He heard some kind of crack behind him. Shocked by the sudden loud sound he saw two figures appearing before the house from which he stood approximately thirty feet away. There was a little fat-looking man kneeling and head bowed on the ground before an even uglier being; its skin tone reminded him of the one of his beloved 'bizarre dolls' only greyer and it didn't have any hair and no nose. It wore a black robe, which contrasted with the grey skin and looked quite disgusting. Honestly, it looked to him like a mistake of nature. The only acceptable parts of its body were the two blood red slit eyes. Well, however even more filthy was the rat beneath this creature's feet. Tiny, fat, ugly, nearly bald, absolutely gross.
Hehehe, but curious like he normally was, he went in towards them, a creepy smile on his face. Those two didn't seem to mind him through or they were simply ignoring him, so he waved his hand in front of their faces. No reaction. Oh, how silly of him. Of course they couldn't see his soul form; in this world probably not many people can see souls. Sometimes they would manage to see ghost, however souls and ghosts were two different things after all. The rat-man was stuttering about something, but he wasn't interested in the moment. He was more fascinated by the energy coming from the snake-human's body. It was the same as the one of the house, and even the sniveling rat on the floor had a little spark of it in him. While studying their aura, their power or whatever it was called, he abruptly felt the energy which was around the house breaking down. Well, it didn't matter what they were doing, but now he was getting interested. His future vessel could wait for a little while.
Both of them turned towards the entrance, Undertaker skipped after them. SMASH! The snake-something blasted the door open with what seemed to be a wooden stick and a funny red light. How curious! He decided to just take one tiny peek and see what was about to happen. With a face splitting smile he bounced closer to the door half hiding behind the destroyed door. He carefully looked into the house, better careful than in a body bag. On the other side of the room was a black-haired brown-eyed man standing, holding another stick. He seems to be wearing glasses and black robes which were almost like his outer ones and the one of snake-face. Lights of different color were exchanged between him and the creature. It looked kind of like a firework was going on in the room.
"I won't let you pass, Voldemort! Even if it costs me my live!" yelled the young man ducking under a purple flash.
"Then so be it, Potter!" screeched the snake man named Voldemort. A green light was sent Mr. Potter's way and hit him square in the chest. Oh, he could see how the man's soul was slowly ripped from his body; it gave of a choked scream and disappeared into nothingness, probably the afterlife. How utterly interesting, it seemed like in this world there were no shinigami. While he was amazed and a bit excited about being the probably only shinigami here, Voldemort moved undoubtedly up the stair. Since he couldn't let this lovely opportunity slip, he followed right behind Voldy looking directly over his shoulder. It's been a long time since he felt so exhilarated. He couldn't wait to see what's going to happen next! Then came to another door, which was promptly destroyed and there he saw it.
Not the woman with the long red hair and green eyes; she was momentary unimportant. He felt a strong pull towards the baby in the crib behind the obvious mother. And then he just knew; this was going to be his new body. He went straight to the crib and looked onto the baby. Thank god it was a boy, being a girl would be funny sometimes, but not now. Black messy locks covered his face, which was kind of acceptable. When he made it his, the color obviously had to change. The boy shortly opened his eyes and then he saw it; bright green eyes were staring right at him. What an intelligent child! Hehehe. The woman and Voldemort were screaming at each other now. He looked towards them just in time to see the woman's soul being ripped from the human flesh trough another green light. He should certainly look later into the mystery of this green flash.
Voldemort was now standing in front of his future vessel, telling the nearly sleeping and visibly not interested one-and-a-half-year-old baby about his plans for the dark future, he had imagined, and what was going to happen to him now. Why, just why did villains always tell their counterparts about their plans when they think they would win, nobody really knows. Snake-face raised his wand positioned to kill the boy, but he couldn't let him come to harm! He touched the child on the forehead so that his soul could be pulled inside the little body. Immediately he took control over the young body pushing the other younger soul aside, opened his eyes, which glowed in a bright green yellowish color, and smiled creepily at Voldy, who stopped shortly in his tracks to look at him.
"So you finally woke up, right in time to witness your own death! The prophesy will be broken and I will be the supreme ruler of the world!" laughing he shoot a green light at him. Since he began to work as an Undertaker all those years ago, it was always part of his mask in his former life and it gave him most of the time an advantage he really didn't need, but sometimes he just loathed being underestimated. So he managed to reflect the curse back to the caster, but something else struck him; a part of Voldemort souls. Oh my, this really couldn't get any better! Snake man's body turned gradually to ashes, while a black soul screeched and fled from sight. Shouldn't souls normally go to whatever afterlife there is? He saw it with the man and woman, but not now. So he must have something to ground him to the world of the living after all. Oh, what could it be?
He felt his control wavering; the souls in his body where acting up, his body was seizing up. Now it was time to absorb them. Closing his eyes he went into their mindscape seeing only Voldemort standing there.
"What happened to the little boy?" Undertaker asked while looking around. He wasn't there.
"I absorbed the weak little thing. Tell me stranger, who the hell are you?" replied Voldemort slightly afraid but still maintaining his arrogant mask.
"Well, little snake. I'm a Death God and you may call me Undertaker. Nice to meet you, and with whom do I have the pleasure to converse?" snickered the shinigami bouncing from one foot to the other.
"What? A Death God? That's ridiculous. Something like that doesn't exist. I'm just going to absorb your soul now and see for myself!" he lunged at the tall silver haired stranger, only to be cut in half by a massive scythe. Cinematic records appeared all around him.
"So, I still have all of my shinigami powers that was going to make many things so much easier for me." He starts eating the flesh of the creature, absorbing the memories and powers of both souls.
He saw Tom Riddle growing up at the orphanage, his entry into the wizarding world, his seven years at Hogwarts, the manipulative old fool Dumbledore, learning about the Dark Arts, the death of the Riddle family, his anchor to life: the Horcruxes, the faces of his followers, everything! So much knowledge and it was all his! Truly 'knowledge is power'. Even in his previous life he liked to know everything, which was why he often acted as an informant in his free time. But he would later find some time to look more accurate into his memories; seventy years worth of memories were not that easily viewed. It would probably take years for him to watch each one of them and sort everything in his head.
Little Harry James Potter did have some useful memories too. The black-haired man was his father James Potter, the woman his mother Lily Potter ne Evans, he had a godfather named Sirius Orion Black which he also called uncle Padfoot. Sirius made him in addition his heir to the Black fortune, the werewolf Remus Lupin was uncle Mooney, the rat Peter Pettigrew also known as Wormtail was the secret keeper and the sniveling ugly man beneath Voldemort at the front door. And then there was Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts, who even told his parents the whole prophecy while he was present. Ohoho, 'the power the Dark Lord not knows' is probably his shinigami power. And with another puzzle was solved, tada! So boring!
After looking in his mind around a last time to see if all was halfway fine, he thought about waking up. He could not stay in his mindscape forever, because the people out there would wonder why the baby did not wake. So it's time to open his eyes.
AN: So Undertaker is now in HP universe and has Harry's body. The questions I have are the same (plus one) as before: Dumbledore good manipulative or bad manipulative, suggestions for Undertakers/Harry's new name (first/middle/last name) and a maybe for later a pairing for him (does not matter if male/male or male/female or male/female harem). If you review and answer the question please also state why so that I can understand it too. Thanks!
