The same boy opened his eyes to see a few oil laps hanging from nothingness to illuminate white and lime green walls.
'The hell?' he thought sitting up
"What are you doing here?" asked a sweet female voice with just a ting of annoyance. Harry looked up to find a real hottie in a tight, light pink tank top and white shorts frowning at his back.
"Err-" he stuttered, not sure what to answer "Where exactly is 'here'?"
"Limbo, of course. Where else?" she said tapping her sandal-covered foot "Now stand up and follow me" Harry blinked in confusion but did as he was told. "And hurry up, the boss is going to kill me if he finds out that you're back this early" growled the brunette girl in front of him.
"Whoa! Hold it. What do you mean by 'being back this early'? And who the hell are you to begin with?" she slapped a hand over his mouth an instant before they heard a man screaming down the hall
"Shhhh! Some of us are actually trying to work around here!"
"Sorry" the girl apologized sweetly "Newcomer". She got a hold of Harry's arm and dragged him across the corridor and into one of the many doors at its sides.
The interior was all but that. They appeared in a garden full of life, with enormous trees, a lake and a wide collection of other flowers and plants.
The woman walked up to a small white desk with a computer Harry would probably recognize if he had ever seen a Star Wars movie.
"Wow!" he exclaimed awed at the technology
"Now take a seat Harry, we have lots to discuss."
"How do you know my name?" the girl rolled her eyes and Harry discovered that they were pretty much like his.
"Oh how I hate mind wipes" she murmured to herself "but never mind that; I'm your death, Harry." He arched an eyebrow , all the while watching the girl warily… black hair, light tanned skin and a pair of beautiful emerald green eyes
"I thought you would be a large skeleton with a scythe" the boy explained, mindlessly scratching the back of his head
"Typical" the woman growled "That was the syndicate's uniform for like, the middle ages! Now we have a pension, commissions for every soul sent to hell and even higher commissions for sending them to heaven… AND we get to dress however we want" she smiled bewitchingly
"Okaaaaaay…."
"Anyhow, as I said before, it's not yet your time to die. You were supposed to vanquish Voldy, find your soul mate…"she clicked something on the screen of her computer "A Granger girl of sorts, according to this; marry, have a bunch of children and die at the age of 160."
"Bu-but how was I supposed to defeat Voldemort being only 17 when he was at least sixty? Plus he's more powerful, knowledgeable, wiser and had about a thousand followers" the Girl sighed
"If I told you that, your life would be meaningless, you'd just be another guy with a scar, now wouldn't it? It can't be, Fate won't have it… also you had plenty of experience in your other lives-"
"Wait, what other lives?" the boy asked, his brain working at amazing speeds to process it all.
"I really hate mind wipes" the girl mused "This is not the first, nor the second, but the third time you end up here before your time is due. We've already sent you back in time twice Mr. Potter, to fix things… but it seems you enjoy making me work extra hours, isn't it?" all Harry could muster was a look of confusion "You know, I tire of this… I'm in dire need of a vacation and more than a couple of days at the SPA, so I'm giving you one last chance." She started typing madly "and I'll give you an upper hand this time, just to make sure that whatever you do, you don't come back until your grandchild Colin is born or you are +150 years old, ok?"
"I see…" he said when he clearly didn't "…so what do I need to do?"
"Well" she handed him a bundle of papers "For starters sign you name in the dotted line on pages 1, 5 and 8" she waited for him to do as instructed before continuing "Now, you will be sent back to when you were six, only this time you'll remember everything we've discussed plus all the memories from your immediate past life… except your killing your friend or her tortures… as far as you'll know, you were captured, tortured and killed alone… we don't want a bitter Dark Lord Potter when the current Dark Lord is gone.
"Also, and as an added bonus, I'll send you a proper instructor… an expert, so to speak… to train you for the war" she sighed, reclining on her chair as a mug of hot cocoa appeared in front of her "Now, take that form to the fifth door on your right and… enjoy life" Harry looked at the papers in his hand.
"Umm… can I ask you one last question?" she was sipping on the hot liquid and smiling.
"Yes, Mr. Potter?"
"What's your name?"
"Nancy" she smiled brightly
"Thank you, Nancy, and good bye." He turned to leave
"See you later boy." Harry heard her say before the door closed behind him…
Certainly that day had been eventful and Harry Potter started looking forward to the rest of his life… it seemed it would be fairly interesting, if nothing else.