The Grim Reaper Pt.1

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Harry kept his head down, his black cloak's hood covering his face. Strands of unwashed black hair hung to his shoulders, some of them falling out of his hood.

He didn't carry or bought anything, he needed nothing. Harry could feel some wary eyes locked on his lithe but strong frame. He knew he looked weak and tiny to other people but really it was just a disguise to them. His hidden demon form was bursting to come out, wanting to claim all the souls that surrounded him.

It was a natural need in demons. Human's souls to demons were like blood to vampires. His claws almost erupt but he managed to keep it under control.

Harry had changed into a human but only on the outside. His skin was deathly pale and unfortunately as for his blackened eyes, there was nothing he could do about that.

Harry quietly and secretly jumped on a red train that held several children from eleven to seventeen. He could feel the magic in them, making their souls more precious and tasty. Harry licked his lips and found an empty compartment easily, seeing as it was still early before the train would leave.

He knew it was going to travel to Hogwarts, the castle where it held some of the unclaimed souls that he had to reap. And it would be easy to steal a ride on the train with his age and charms. He could pass for another wizard.

Harry sat there patiently, waiting for the train to leave soon. His hand came up to rub his shoulder where a Satanic symbol was tattooed, and he couldn't wait to go to purgatory where it would be gone and try to get into Heaven one more time. That is, if he succeeded his mission of reaping one Tom Marvolo Riddle.

He put his hand under the cloak, his fingers coming in contact with the tattoo. Instantly, his spirit left his vessel also known as his body. Harry's spirit flew into the ground, passing the barricades to the gates of Hell. He entered through it, passing by demons and ignoring their cackles or screams.

Soon, he was face to face with the demon god.

"You have something to report to my lord?" Lucifer snarled, standing next to the said lord.

"I am on my way to my first soul. But I must ask... my master, when I reached the surface, everywhere is pulling at me. The scattered souls. How many souls is there, master?" Harry kneeled.

"You shall find out. I will not help you." Satan barely looked into Harry's way. "Now flee. You are wasting my time."

Out of nowhere, Harry's demonic spirit was forcefully taken back to the surface and back into his body.

He barely had any time to cooperate with himself when suddenly; the door to the compartment slammed open but Harry didn't react at all. He didn't need to use his sight to see the companions. He could smell their souls instead.

One was anxious, mixed with pride. But he could sense some nervousness in there. The other two nearly made Harry gag; they were tainted with want and confusion. Followers, Harry determined. And the first one is probably new to being superior.

Harry still didn't look at them, he had a mission to do and he only had six hundred and sixty days left to do it. They would just get in his way. Besides, he was dead anyways.

"Well," The light blonde haired boy smirked. "And who this, sitting in my seat?" Draco Malfoy asked, narrowing his eyes when the cloaked boy didn't move. It didn't look like he was breathing and that made Draco almost bit his lip. Almost. Malfoys don't show their nervousness and they certainly don't bite their lips.

Behind him, Draco heard his supposed bodyguards cracked their knuckles. And that made him grinned.

Still, Harry didn't move. He was clearly waiting for them to get out and that made Draco enraged.

"I said," Draco began. "Who is sittin-" He was interrupted by the stranger.

"I," He clicked his tongue. "Care not. Now get the heck out or I'll unleash Hell on you." Harry slipped into his demon language.

Draco furrowed his eyebrows, he never heard of such language. And he was trained in Latin, French, German, Russian and Chinese by his mother. But it sounded like the dark figure was swearing at him. "What did you say?" When Harry didn't reply, he took it as an insult. "Goyle, Crabbe, get him out." He ordered.

But before Goyle and Crabbe could lean down to grab and pull Harry out of the compartment, Harry stood up and snatched at their necks, squeezing them as he used his demon strength.

The bullies' terrified eyes locked on to their captor's sunken black eyes, making them freeze up. "I warned you." He hissed before releasing them, Crabbe and Goyle falling onto the floor.

Draco's eyes widened before running out, most likely getting an adult to Harry's amusement. This made Harry grin before stepping over them, walking out of the compartment and away from them.

Harry knew his cover was blown so when he made sure no eyes were looking at him, he vanished into thin air as a black mist, hidden in the shadows of the moving train.

Along the shadows, he followed Draco for some entertainment. Draco finally stopped, panting in front of a tall and dark, mysterious man that made Harry curious about him.

The older man turned at Draco, his eyebrows raised. His dark eyes were nothing compared to Harry's but it was still dark enough for his taste.

"What is it, Mr. Malfoy?" Severus' eyes looked over Draco's exhausted frame, wondering what caused this. "Do hurry, I am rather busy, Draco."

"There's something unnatural in my compartment! It took down Crabbe and Goyle." Draco looked up at his godfather.

Severus knew Draco would never make up tales that required his attention, let alone the fact that Draco had been running for him. Draco never ran since he was a toddler but when he did run, it was usually run for your life type of situation. "Take me to your compartment." He told Draco.

Draco nodded and turned, leading the Potion Master to the compartment.

Above them in the shadows, Harry snickered and drifted off, looking for a Satanist worshiper.

Meanwhile, Draco and Severus had arrived at the scene with Draco slightly behind his mentor in fear of the 'unnatural thing' coming after him for tattling. But he would never let anybody know that.

As for Severus, his expression nearly remained the same as he glowered upon the shaking boys who sat on the floor, their backs resting on the sides of the booth. "Is this what I heard of is true?" He asked the preteens.

Without verbally replying, Crabbe and Goyle shakily nodded.

Severus crossed his arms, still doubting a bit. "Then where is he? The supposed 'unnatural?' And everything is unnatural in this world."

Goyle licked his lips before whispering. "He left. The cloaked figure. He had black eyes that cut you deep. It's nothing I had ever seen before."

Next to him, Crabbe agreed. "Yeah, the eyes were pretty freaky. And the strength! He's so tiny too. How was that possible?" He questioned mostly to himself. Crabbe pulled at his collar as he thought to himself and something caught Severus' eye.

He led down, his fingers pulling the rest of Crabbe's collar down revealing a red claw-shaped hand printed like a bruise wrapped around Crabbe's neck. Severus quickly turned to Goyle, also pulling his neckline down with the same print on his neck.

Severus frowned, it didn't seem like they were lying. "Listen, I'll keep an eye out and if you see him at the welcoming feast, please tell me and I'll inform the headmaster. However, for now, I want you two to go to the Infirmary to get that checked. Mr. Malfoy will escort you both; he knows the ways around Hogwarts." And with that, he got up and left the compartment, his robes spiraling behind him.

Severus felt unsettled by this new discovery. They could be making this up for all he could know. They could just found a charm and put it on themselves when they got on the train. But just in case for the safety of the students and Draco's sake, he promised himself to keep an eye out for the supposed cloaked kid.

He then continued his daily routines before checking up with the prefects. They were arriving at Hogwarts.

The first years were taken for their traditionally first tour of Hogwarts in boats, provided by Hargrid, their Hogwarts' gamekeeper. But of course, Draco already had his tour of Hogwarts when he regularly visited his godfather, Severus, however not by boats.

As for the second to seventh years, they were taken to Hogwarts by carriages, pulled by thestrals. Thestrals were creatures who only people could see if they themselves had seen death such as seeing people getting murdered in front of their eyes.

Which includes Severus when he was a young boy and he watched his abusive muggle father beaten his sick mother who had the pneumonia literally to death. His father didn't know how sick Eileen truly was until she stopped moving.

Severus had utterly hated his father, Tobias, the most at that time more than any other times. He still don't know why his pureblood mother still married a muggle being and let him get her and her son beaten up when she could have used magic at any moment. He still didn't understand after all those years.

His best friend, Lily who was practically his sister had understood but when he asked her why, she had replied with, "You will find out in time."

'She did always like riddles,' Severus thought mournfully as the carriage bought them closer to the castle. His head then turned to the death of Lily.

Protecting her son had led to her death and it had all been in vain when the baby was brutally murdered in cold blood. What happened to Lord Voldemort that night of Halloween still remained a mystery to the Great Britain.

The Ministry should have been worried about the lack of body but instead, they celebrated without proof and Severus disliked them for that. There should be always real proof before declaring something that might be wrong. It would not fare well for them.

Severus stared at the sky out at the window. It was a beautiful night with bright dazzling stars everywhere. They twinkled brightly and speaking of twinkles…

"Albus." Severus greeted the twinkling blue eyed wizard as he entered into the Great Hall. He kept on guard as the older students bypassed him to their respectfully tables, preparing themselves for the sorting of the new first years.

"Severus." The headmaster of Hogwarts replied, acknowledging him.

"The trip went well, no disruptions unless you count the one with Mr. Malfoy and his friends." Severus never looked back at Dumbledore, his eyes locked on the students for trouble and keeping an eye out for the legendry child.

"Yes? What happened?" Albus asked calmly, shifting his glasses on his nose.

"Supposedly," The dark robed man started. "They were attacked by 'something unnatural.' His words, not mine. And there were this claw shaped bruises on Mr. Crabbe's and Mr. Goyle's necks. I'm still not sure if they were faking or not. And if they were faking, then they're good actors."

"Mhmm." Dumbledore pet his long white beard. "I'll see to it, thank you, Severus."

Severus gave a sharp nod before leaving for the table, leaving his old mentor behind.

"Strange," The headmaster muttered to himself, still stroking his beard in thought. "Strange indeed…"

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