Hey I don't own Harry Potter!
Oh great, another plot bunny
DX why do they always bother me!
Summary: Harry Potter, the new Grim Reaper. What will he do when his friends start acting suspicious of his activities? What excuses will he make up about his appearance? Set during 5th year. Slight AU.
Bad summary I know.
A cloaked figure stared down at the lifeless body, the soul bobbed right over the body. The figure sighed and with a wave of his hand, the soul was banished to the Underworld. He disappeared into the Shadows, almost like apparition.
He appeared in a room, dark black and green surrounding the walls. He placed his scythe onto his bed and walked over to his drawer.
He pulled out a list, which would show all the people he had to kill, had to banish their soul.
The paper stayed blank for a moment before a name started writing.
Harry….
The Reaper froze, hoping that it wasn't him; it couldn't be him….had been watching him lately, seeing if he would be Reaper material. Usually Reapers only live for a thousand years before choosing the next Reaper, and he was going to be gone soon.
Potter….
He dropped the paper in shock, it fluttered to the ground. He trembled; he had to save him, the new Reaper, the Chosen One to defeat Voldemort, the one who helped him on the street one day even though they never knew each other…
Flashback
He sighed when the boxes of candy fell from his hand. He should have gotten less….
"I'll help you if you like." A voice said softly, already bending down to help him.
He turned and stared at the man, who continued helping him. Slowly the Reaper began picking up boxes of candy as well. He was about to grab them all but the boy stopped him "Where is your car sir? I would like to help you, you must really like candy."
The boy glanced up and smiled at his nod. The Reaper's eyes widened, Harry Potter? Helping him?
"Thank you" he murmured, touched by his act of kindness.
Flashback End
The Reaper slowly picked up the paper and stared at the cause of death.
Suicide.
His eyebrows shot up, who would consider…
Then he paused, remembering hearing about the Third Task and the boy-who-lived claiming Voldemort was back. He winced, the boy must feel guilty.
He sighed and grabbed his scythe. He walked over to his dresser and opened a box. He slowly smiled when he spotted the necklace and bracelets in there.
He closed the box and placed them in his robes. Once he grabbed a letter and a book he disappeared into the shadows.
Once the Reaper got there he spotted the raven haired boy about to raise the razor. He flicked his hand and the razor turned into a butterfly, which slowly fluttered from his hands. Shocked emerald eyes met steely blue.
"Wh- Who are you?" the boy asked, not daring to look away.
There was silence for a moment before the Reaper said "The Grim Reaper, nice to meet you."
The Reaper could have laughed at the expression on the future Reaper's face.
"Are you here to kill me then?" the boy asked, his body deflating.
The dark robed person shook his head and said "No, you are going to be the new Grim Reaper."
Emerald eyes were wide as his mouth dropped open before he fell onto his bed with a dead faint.
The Grim Reaper sighed and pulled the box out from his robes. He opened it and placed a cuff bracelet on each wrist of the boy. He placed the necklace as well. He placed the book and letter right next to him and slowly left the scythe on the floor.
"May you be a great Reaper," he whispered, already fading away "I give my duty to you and hope that you shall treat it well and use it wisely."
He vanished with a small smile on his face.
Odd isn't it?
I hope this wasn't too bad.
What is your opinion?