AN: Wow, I am amazed by the responses so far and it has only been a few hours. Over 140 hits in just 4 hours? Thank you everyone, I wanted to get this out before going to sleep so enjoy. It is a bit short, but setting up for a long chapter 2, thank you again!
Chapter 1: Afterlife
Harry opened his eyes and immediately knew something was off. Last he could remember was the battle at Hogwarts. Mrs. Weasley had just blasted the evil bitch from hell into the wall breaking her neck on impact. Then he squared off against Tom Riddle, also known to most of the world as Lord Voldemort.
Spells were flying, then that green light shot from Tom's wand. Harry knew he couldn't survive another killing curse, but according to Dumbledore that wand belonged to him. So he sent the most basic of hexes, the disarming spell.
Looking back though, he now realized just how stupid that was. Using a first year spell against the killing curse? Why type of hair brained logic was that? The two spells collided in mid air and reflected back towards Tom. But then there was that second silver light…
A cutting curse… Voldemort had shot a second spell at him! That wasn't right! He was the hero, he was supposed to win! "Harry Potter!" a voice drew him from his thoughts. Looking towards the window now that he took a look around it looked much like a muggle doctor's office. He had only seen it once… now that it thought about it this looked like the same one! "HARRY POTTER!" the voice shouted again.
Harry looked around realizing he was the only one in the room. He stood and went to the window. As he drew closer he could see the… whatever it was behind the window. No eyes, skull visible, black leathery wings came from the feminine looking body. She… it gave him a clipboard. "Complete the questionnaire; your council will be with you shortly."
He nodded and sat back down. The quill in his hand felt familiar, but muggle paper and clipboard? Shaking his head at the inconsistencies, he started reading the paper.
"Death Record – Harry James Potter"
Date of Birth?
Date of Death? (Guess if you don't know)
Residence?
Last year completed in school?
Mortal Enemies?
Favorite Color?
Boxers or Briefs?
White or Dark meat?
Breast or Leg?
Who is your soulmate?
Do you pick your nose?
Do you pick your friend's nose?
Would you kill to protect the one you love?
Thinking most of the questions were jokes he just went with it. At number ten he hesitated then put down who he thought it was. The moment he was done the clipboard and quill vanished, that now annoying voice sounded again, "Harry Potter!"
He stood and went to the window again. This time it pointed to the door which swung open. Following the corridor he kept walking what felt like hours. No doors with the exception of the one at the end that seemed to never get closer. Getting frustrated and losing his temper his magic flared and he was suddenly in front of the door.
The door swung open slowly revealing a grey room. Quite literally everything was grey, except the flame of the candles, they were black. Sitting at the desk was some creature he couldn't name. It looked humanish… Black leathery wings jetted out from its back, and he couldn't concern any details except the eyes, they were black.
"Sit," the thing commanded. Not wanting to tick this thing off Harry did so. It rubbed its temple with one hand, "Why must you do this to me?" Not waiting for a response, "Six times. You have done this six times now." Its head shot up, those cold black eyes seemed to be on fire with pure black flames, "YOU ARE RUINING MY AFTERLIFE!" Harry shrank back trying to come up with a response, but the thing stood and started pacing.
Finally getting a good look at the rest of its body he could only be reminded of those comics Dudley had at one point of demons that had strangely shaped legs with a humanoid body and wings. "You are worse than any other client I have! Six times you have died so far mortal! One more and I get demoted to WASTE RETRACTION!"
"Who are you?" Harry finally got in, feeling a bit more frustrated that everything was being pinned on him, yet again.
He, Harry decided to call it a he due to the voice, sat down and sighed. "You never remember," he said more to himself, "let me introduce myself, again. I am-"
The door flew open slamming against the wall causing both Harry and the yet unknown man to jump, "BOSS, I trie-"
"Harry!" A brown-haired missile hit Harry hard. He managed to stay upright and held onto her for dear life. "I saw that spell hit you," she sobbed. "I didn't want it to be true."
"Hermione?" he asked. "What are you doing here?"
She quickly stood from his grasp and looked him in the eye. There was a fire there, something he couldn't explain, it kind of excited him. "Ronald, I have no brains, Weasley." Harry's face showed his confusion. "After you fell no one moved, except me. I started casting spells faster than I could think. I just let all my pent up anger go free," she started crying again falling into his arms.
"I cast it Harry. I cast it and it worked."
"Wha-?"
"THE KILLING CURSE!" she shouted angrier more with herself than him. The outburst made him step back quickly. "I am sorry, I don't know what I am becoming," she started crying again as she collapsed to the floor.
Harry just stood there, not really sure any of this was real. "Bezoph," said the thing behind the desk out of nowhere. Harry turned to him seeing him looking over a file, "My name, I was about to introduce myself."
Harry nodded not sure he could trust his voice to work. "Why don't you and your soulmate take a seat?" Hermione took her cue to move from her position on the floor to the second chair that Harry was sure wasn't there before.
"Wait! What do you mean soulmate?" he looked at Hermione and back to Bezoph. "I thought Ginny-" he started.
"That was because of love potions Harry," Hermione interrupted. Harry was glad he was sitting, because he was sure that his head would hurt as his whole world went black… which seemed very possible while you were dead.
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