Hariel walked around the little room, there was no furniture but there was just one thing lying on the ground. The woman was lying face down on the floorboards, her clothes were as clean as they were pink, the police hadn't touched her and Hariel was grateful for this, the emotion was so foreign to her that it was she had to think a lot of years back to remember what it was. The police began to file in and Harry knew her time was running out, the body was about to be examined and all that stuff didn't help her. She knew the police had no chance of seeing her when she was on the job, she could only be seen by those she wanted to see and at this moment she only wanted to see the woman on the floor.
She knelt down next to the body and punt her hand on her shoulder as if she was consulting a friend and rose while raising her hand. A spector like image followed her open palm as it glowed like a patronus charm, it stopped growing when Hariel reached her normal height and let her arm fall down to her side. The police had taken two people with them in the room and Harry didn't recognise them as any authority figures, the woman looked around at them and then looked down where everyone else was looking. She saw herself but didn't look surprised. "So this is what it is like to be dead?" She asked no one in particular.
"You have indeed died," Harry answered her question without hesitation or any emotion while the woman whirled around as if she hadn't expected her to answer.
"So," The woman spoke in an uneasy tone speaking slowly as if she was nervous about every word that fell from her lips. "I am a ghost?"
Harry's face didn't reveal anything to the woman. "You are a ghost now but special arrangements have been made."
"What kind of arrangements?"
"Most spirits can choose to go to the afterlife or choose to stay behind," Hariel began to speak. "most people choose to move on but there are a few that choose to stay."
"So what you are saying is that I have to choose to stay a ghost or move on?" The woman was calm as she spoke which didn't happen often and was just plain rare with victims of murder or other accidents.
"You could choose right now." Hariel paused as she looked at the room with a face that showed no emotion, around them she saw that one of the two strangers the police had brought in was inspecting the body of the woman in a most particular way. "This choice you make will be permanent but there is something I can offer you instead." This peaked the interest of the lady in pink so Harry went on speaking. "I can offer you a chance at rebirth, this chance can only be offered by me or my companion and it is not something we offer the normal deceased."
"What exactly does this entail?"
"I will take your spirit and make sure you get another chance at life, your memories of this life will remain while you grow up and make a new life for yourself." Was Harry's answer.
There was no hesitate to answer that question. "I'll take you up on that offer but I have just one question. Why me?"
Harry reached out with an open palm and the woman took it while Harry explained herself. "You are the beginning of a series of events that can't be stopped while my companion is forced to play along, we decided to offer at least one person a new chance as our own form of protest."
The woman began to disappear while her aura began to flare, Harry rummaged in her pocket and pulled a small vial out of it. "Who is this companion of yours?" The woman asked before she completely disappeared from sight and Harry directed the last of her escence towards the vial in her hands.
She held it up to the light and saw a pure light dancing around inside, content and at ease. "My companion and constant friend is the one you know as Death." Harry spoke to the vial as if the woman could still hear her but she knew she couldn't, she just had to find the perfect host for her spirit now that she had chosen.
Harry stood outside the house that was currently crawling with police officers, she was wearing her invisibility cloak but had decided to leave the cap down thereby canceling its powers until she completely covered herself with it. One of the two men the police had brought with them walked out of the building as if he was in a great hurry, Harry took this as her cue to leave but not before she accidentally made eye contact with the tall man with the long coat. He saw her standing behind the police tape in a silver cloak and she knew immediately that she had to leave before he caught up to her. So she quickly walked down the street and turned the first corner she saw and pulled her hood over her head thereby making herself completely invisible. She was not a second to early as she was almost pushed aside by the tall man she had just seen, he was running at breakneck speed down the alley and she knew he was in some sort of way trying to hunt her down.
Moriarty was sitting in one of the more well known bars that catered to mostly criminals, he was sitting in a round booth in the back with a clear view of the entrances of the place, he could also clearly see everything happening around him while he was protected by three walls that cocooned him in a nook of the cafe. This was THE premium seat of the place, you only sat here if you were on business with the owner of the place or if you were someone with power in places that even the queen couldn't reach. Moriarty was of course the latter of the two, he was the king of the criminal world of London, hell he was the king of crime period. Two of his bodyguards were sitting at the entrance of his booth making sure he was protected but also making sure he had a clear view of the place around him, in Moriarty's profession it was detrimental to notice the details of the situation before he acted even though it was just a business exchange or if he was just drinking a cup of strong tea and taking his sweet time to do so.
This time Moriarty wasn't there for any particular business or for tea, he was there to asses the situation in his domain, if the man with the beer at the bar left before he had a chance to empty his glass, he would have to assassinate him and if the bartender served a particular drink to the woman in the red shirt he would have to have her tailed. There were many things Moriarty concerned himself with and he had to keep a close eye on everything going on around him. This is how he noticed a certain red haired and green eyed woman entering the place, she was wearing a summer dress made of the same fabric her shirt had been made of the first time he saw her. She was once again wearing no emotions on her face but she looked strangely innocent as she looked around the place. Many of the present criminals in the room noticed her too and he could see them leering at her, they looked at her like she was a lamb ready for slaughter but she didn't even spare a look for them. She saw the booth Moriarty was sitting in and immediately made her way towards it, Moriarty noticed that his bodyguards were tensing up, ready to defend or attack if needed, "It's alright boys." Moriarty said in a bored tone and he saw them relax slightly at his words but they were still on the lookout for danger.
Harry had made her way over to his booth by this time but she stopped in front of it without a word. "You can take a seat if you want." Moriarty said with a gesture of his hand. Harry took him up on this offer and took a seat in the back of the round booth, she wasn't exactly sitting next to Moriarty but it could be mistaken as such, there was enough room between them however to seat another person. "How is your day going Hariel?" Moriarty asked with genuine curiosity, he had no idea what the woman next to him even did when he didn't see her.
Hariel looked up to him with stormy eyes. "It was an interesting day to be certain." She said but she didn't explain further.
"Please explain." Moriarty prodded, he was eager for her to elaborate on what she meant.
"I had to find the perfect host today, I promised a certain woman in pink to do so." Harry said as she reached her hand out and passed it over a empty spot on the table, she hovered over it as if she was petting some kind of animal but instead there appeared a cup and saucer with steaming tea inside it. Harry picked it up and began sipping from it as she looked over the rim of the cup towards Moriarty.
"You mean the woman that was on the news lately, the woman that started your stay here?" Moriarty was still flabbergasted by the tea she seemingly pulled out of the void of nothingness.
"That would be the one," Hariel spoke after she swallowed her sip of tea. "I promised her a new chance at life, mostly out of protest of what is going to happen" Her tone was icy and her eyes followed that tone with precision.
"What exactly are you miss Hariel?" Moriarty asked in some form of astonishment.
"I have been called many things during my lifetime," Harry spoke after she finished her cup of tea. "I have been the girl who lived, the hero who conquered the dark lord, undesirable number one and so on but now I go by the title of Master of Death."
