A N: I Don't Own anything you may recognize here. ANYTHING.

A N 2: Yup, just another Filler where stuff happens without any apparent logical connection. Although I must admit that the plot is particularly strong in this one. (Warnings for Death).

A N 3: Vorower: There is no such thing as a Master-Servant contract, since Magical Britain abolished human slavery somewhere around the fifties. They still have house elves, though...

Potterformers: Ehm, what mental image are you talking about? You need to be more specific...

David. Teague. 3950: Nope, I've just said that "Death" would have been "Shown in this chapter. Twice." That's different.

David. Teague. 3950 Again: *SPOILER ALERT BUT REALLY EVERYONE SHOULD KNOW THIS ALREADY* It was Tonks *SPOILER ENDS*

Enderdragonz: Nah, too easy. Also, I've already pulled it with Pansy, do you really think I would repeat myself that much?

StarGirlPotter: The Power of Love. That, my friend, was the Power of Love.


FILLER 3

The News about My Death... Oh, You Know The Quote!

"I swear that if I find him fooling around with another Slytherin..." Ginny angrily muttered as she followed Hermione and her point-me spell through the school's darkened hallways.

This caused Pansy to snort, "Why, Weasley, afraid of some more quality competition?"

Ginny huffed in annoyance, "I'll inform you when I'll find some 'quality competition', Parkinson..."

"He's here." Hermione darkly stated, her wand pointed at a plain, wooden door, not unlike any other door in the castle.

"I really have a bad feeling about this." Luna stated, her face for once taking a wary expression.

Hermione snorted at that, only to then cast a Bombarda at the door, blowing it from its hinges.

"Wow, she's really pissed..." Ginny commented, her eyebrows rising up to meet her hairline as her brainy friend barged inside the room.

"Harry James Potter, you filthy pig..." Hermione's roar died in her throat as she took the sight in front of her.

Harry was slumped on the floor, naked, some red marks her brain instantly recognized as ancient runes shining merrily on the ground.

"Oh, Merlin... HARRY!" Hermione yelled, her anger forgotten as she rushed toward the boy's motionless body, placing an ear on his chest.

The other three girls had worriedly rushed toward his downed form, worry clearly written on their faces.

"H-How is he?" Ginny asked, her voice trembling slightly, "He's gonna be alright, right?"

Hermione raised her head from the boy's chest, a haunted look in her eyes.

"It's... It's not beating." She almost shrieked, a strangled sob escaping her mouth, "He's... He's..."

"... He's dead."


Harry awoke in a white, endless void, filled only with emptiness and silence...

… And a shrieking, bald, noseless man in black robes.

He ran right past him, bumping him with his a shoulder, fleeing as fast as someone who had the hounds of hell at his heels.

"What the..."

The... Wherever where the figure was headed shattered, revealing a deep, black hole. He heard a loud neigh as a magnificent white stallion emerged from the tear, his heavy hooves landing on the ground with four thuds. Above the horse was a robed figure, white, bony hands both holding the white horse's reins, a black hood covering his head.

The bald man stopped dead in his tracks, frozen in fear as the figure dismounted from his horse.

One of his hands fished inside her dark robes, coming out with a small hourglass, which he quickly put in front of his eyes, his face darkened by his hood.

TOM MARVOLO RIDDLE... THE SIXTH? He asked, his deep voice like tombstones grinding against gravel.

"No, stand back!" The bald man said, backing away from the figure.

The horse huffed, red eyes trained on the cowering man as its owner put the hourglass back in his robes. He held out a hand, a wicked looking scythe appearing in his grasp.

"No!" The noseless man yelled, taking another step back before stumbling, ass-first to the ground.

With a practiced gesture, the figure raised the scythe high above his head.

"No, please!" The noseless man begged, scrambling away from the looming figure "Please, don't do it, just… Just listen to me! I will give you anything, just..."

I DO NOT BARGAIN.

And the scythe fell with the finality of a sealed coffin.

Silence filled the... whatever they were in as Tom Marvolo Riddle's mutilated body disappeared into soft light.

ALL IN A DAY'S WORK. The robed figure said before turning toward Harry.

A spike of primal fear shot through the teenager body as he got a better look at what inside the hood.

The figure just kept... staring at him, something easier than you may think when you don't have anything inside your eye sockets but two blue orbs of never fading light.

Or when you don't have anything beside bones, for that matter.

HARRY JAMES POTTER? The 9 foot tall skeleton asked, his "voice" almost taking a surprised tone as he took a step toward him, I DIDN'T EXPECT TO MEET YOU AGAIN SO SOON…

He fished in his robes, another hourglass appearing in his hands. The upper half was filled to the brim with sand.

UM, IT SEEMS SOME KIND OF ACCIDENT MUST HAVE HAPPENED… The skeleton said, as if deep in thought, NO MATTER, YOU'LL PROBABLY WAKE UP SOON ENOUGH.

The skeleton turned, returning to his patiently waiting white horse, I MUST GO NOW, FAR MORE PRESSING MATTERS NEEDS ME.

"Wait!" Harry couldn't stop asking, causing the hooded figure to stop, "That man, the man you killed..."

TOM MARVOLO RIDDLE WAS ONCE AGAIN DEFEATED BY THE POWER OF LOVE. I DIDN'T KILL HIM. I DO NOT KILL, I SIMPLY HELP PEOPLE MOVE ON, The figure said without turning, his tone as cold as a graveyard in winter.

"Yes, but... What was Voldemort...?" He started saying, causing an amused chuckle to escape the skeleton at the mention of the self-styled Dark Lord's name "... doing here?" He looked around in confusion, "And where's here?"

THE ANSWER IS... SOMEWHERE IN BETWEEN, The figure cryptically answered him.

"What? What does that even mean?"

He jumped back on his horse, his scythe disappearing into thin air as he took the reins back in his grasp.

GIDDY-UP, BINKY! The horseman incited his mighty steed, galloping once again inside the rift in reality, which quickly sealed itself back.

And then everything went black.


Harry awoke at the sound of arguing.

"Luna, I swear to God, if you just don't shut the fuck up this instant..." Harry could hear Hermione bitter, almost angry tone, muffled by the sheet currently covering his face.

Harry groaned as he preened his eyes open, a world of blurs appearing before his eyes as he discarded the sheet currently covering his head and body, propping himself up on his elbows "Ugh, has anyone seen my glasses?"

Heavy silence filled the blurred room.

"H-Harry?" He heard Ginny's feeble, almost tentative tone.

"Yes, Harry. Now, about my glasses..."

"Harry!" Four different female voices all shouted at once. Suddenly two soft, warm bundles launched themselves towards him, enveloping the teenager's body in a pair of tight hugs.

"Ehm, what's going on...?"

Someone had mercy of our poor hero, as his signature glasses were gently pushed on his nose.

They were back in their room, him currently resting in the middle of their massive bed.

He looked up at his saviour, meeting the gaze of none other than one Pansy Parkinson, knelt down on the bed, right next to him, and suddenly knew that something had gone very wrong with the world.

For one thing, Pansy was smiling.

Not her usual nasty smirk, the one he was sure she used every time she had to announce some horrible, terrible news to someone, like that their rabbit had suffered fatal cardiac arrest of something, no...

Right there, plastered on her face, was a face-splitting, honest to god smile.

Of course, the effect was quite ruined by the girl's puffy red eyes.

He looked down at Ginny and Hermione, both the girls' faces still buried against Harry's chest, "Hey, what's wrong?"

Both girls' response was to tighten their hugs to him, causing Harry to turn to the fourth girl in his little clique.

Luna was currently standing to the side of the bed, his usually unfocused eyes for once completely focused on the boy's forehead, a sombre expression on the girl's face.

Something that scared him shitless.

"Okay, what's wrong? has someone died...?" Harry's eyes widened in horror, "Oh God, Snape hasn't kill Dumbledore, hasn't he?"

"No, Harry..." Pansy finally answered him, for once using his first name outside the midst of sex "You died."

"W-What?" Harry asked, befuddled by the revelation and slightly out of breath as both Ginny and Hermione tried to crush his ribs in their collective bear hug.

"You've been dead for the last hour, if not more..." Luna filled in, her eyes still trained on his scar.

She maintained her sombre gaze on him for some more seconds before a dazzling smile erupted on her face.

"It seems you got better, though..."

"I... I died?" Harry asked, still shocked by the revelation.

"I thought I'd lost you..." Hermione whispered against his chest, earning an almost automatic "We thought we'd lost you..." from Ginny.

He looked at each of the four girls, his girlfriends, and pain filled his heart at the thought of having made them feel so much grief...

And Harry's heart nearly broke at that.

"Hey..." He softly said, prompting both girls to look at him, "Hey..."

Ginny and Hermione looked at him, tears still straining their cheeks. He snuggled them closer, prompting for the other two girls to come closer to him.

"I promise I won't leave you four alone... ever again." He said as Pansy and Luna laid next to each side of him, enveloping him in a tight hug.

"Ever again."


The Dark Lord Voldemort was sitting on his throne, seething in anger while he was surrounded by his inner circle. Since the beginning of the night, a tremendous headache had attacked the poor genocidal maniac's head. Worst yet, he couldn't feel anymore his connection to the Potter brat, making his master plan of tormenting him all year with dreams about the Department of Mysteries in order to forever ruin his O.W.L.s scores completely void.

Now he needed another plan to ruin the Potter Boy's life.

And to get the Prophecy. Yeah, also to get the Prophecy.

He turned toward his most trusted servant, a bored look on the Dark Lord's face.

"Severus, I'm trying to find a way to make the Potter boy's life miserable, any ideas?"

Snape's brows furrowed under his Death Eater mask.

"He's a teenager, my Lord. You'll just need to take away him what teenagers like most, and he will be putty in your hands..."

"Well done, Severus, I knew I could count on you when it came to ruin someone life..." Voldemort praised his most trusted servant, "... See, Lucius, why can't you be as ingenious as Severus?"

"I will try, my Lord..." Lucius dutifully answered his master.

"Oh, and, Lucius?" Voldemort added as an afterthought.

"Yes, my Lord?"

"Crucio!" The Dark Lord casted, causing the Malfoy's trademarked girlish scream to erupt from the blond chew-toy.

"Very well..." Voldemort said, a nasty smile appearing on his lips as he ended the curse, "Thanks to Severus, I have a new plan now..."

Every single Death Eater in the room internally groaned at that. They all remembered their Master's "plans" during the first war, schemes so convoluted and intricate it was a miracle they had always managed to pull them off.

They mostly blamed the Order's incompetence for that.

"So, first thing first, we need to kidnap Florean Fortescue..."


"Okay, girls, I know that my apparent death from yesterday has really upset you..." Harry said from his sit at the far end of the Gryffindor's table, "... But don't you think that this is a tad too much?"

After his apparent death from last night, his four girlfriends had unanimously decided to finish the job by smother him with their bodies. Not something he would have normally complained, if it wasn't for the fact that having his lap occupied by two heavy (Not that he planned to tell them this any time soon. Contrary to popular belief, he wanted to have children in the future...) girls while being sandwiched by two more, all the four of them clinging at him for dear life while he was trying to eat his breakfast was... quite taxing, really.

Worst yet, he was sure that after all that fucking in that icy dungeon he must have got a cold, probably.

Harry blushed at the memory. He didn't know what it had gotten into him when he had abused those two Slytherins... He only knew that one moment he was still himself, and then next thing he knew there was like... this presence, filled with horniness and rage (But mostly horniness) taking control of his body, venting all the frustrations the young boy had suffered during his life on the two helpless girls...

He briefly wondered how Ginny, Hermione and Pansy might react to that.

"They must never know..." Harry thought with a shudder as he obliviously kept receiving glares from all the Gryffindors and Slytherins in the great hall, "Merlin only knows what they're gonna do to me if they find out what happened last night..."

"You're speaking nonsense, Harry..." Luna said from her sit on his left leg, startling him out of his revere as she started to discretely (Or at least what she thought was "discretely") wriggle her ass against the boy's trousers, Harry's cock already half hard for his recollections about his escapades from the last night, "... Nothing's ever too much when it comes to you..."

The sound of a spoon banging against a goblet filled the hall, prompting everyone to silence as Dumbledore unexpectedly rose from his sit.

"Good morning, everyone..." Dumbledore announced under the confused stares of his students and most of his professors, "... I hope you're all enjoying this morning delicious breakfast despite the looming threat that comes from Voldemort's return..." He said with a beatific expression, prompting many eye-rolls across the room.

"Unfortunately..." He then continued after what he considered was a fairly reasonable time, "... It deeply saddens me to inform you all about the ultimate demise of one of your schoolmates..." He said, earning some gasps from the crowd, "... And that student's name... Is no other than Harry. James. Potter."

Shocked silence filled the hall as black banners unrolled on the walls.

Students and teachers alike were dumbfounded by such a revelation, especially since most of the people in the room had been glaring at a breathing, living version of him for the last ten minutes.

"Now, I know how much is difficult to lose a school mate at your age...Oh, my, it seems just yesterday when I gave my first eulogy as an Headmaster after we lost the entirety of Hufflepuff and Gryffindor second years during a particularly gory Herbology lesson..." He started recounting only to then abruptly stop himself, "... However, we must all remember that death is just the beginning of your next great adventure..." The headmaster continued, unaware of his colleagues as they desperately tried to get his attention, "... It's the circle of life, really. Therefore, Harry Potter's death was sadly inevitable, and we must all accept it with..." Finally, Snape managed to get the aged headmaster attention.

"Yes, what is it, Severus? Don't you see I'm trying to comfort my students here?" Dumbledore side-whispered to him, leaning down to the seated potion master's level.

"Albus, maybe you've been too busy to notice it, but the Potter brat still lives..." Snape hastily shout-whispered to him, one greasy finger pointed at the shell-shocked teen at the far end of the Gryffindor's table.

"What are you talking about, Severus? Harry is dead, the many tracking and listening charms I've put on him told me so last night before deactivating themselves..." Dumbledore said before turning where Snape finger was pointed, his gaze finally landing on the clearly alive Golden Boy.

His twinkling eyes remained on him for quite some time.

"See, Albus, he's alive." The potion master smugly informed his puppeteer.

Dumbledore blinked at that.

"Albus?" Snape asked, half concerned for the old man health while half hoping he had decided to finally have a stroke and die.

Dumbledore straightened, before returning to his eulogy like nothing had happened, "... Of course, in such moments of grief, it might be possible for us to still envision him as he was back here in the realm of the living..." Dumbledore said in a sombre tone, "... Unfortunately, such hallucinations do not mean that Harry is, in fact, alive. Mr. Potter is as dead as they come, therefore I highly recommend you all to ignore him for the time being. He will disappear on his own accord, sooner or later..." He then returned to his sit, tucking in his breakfast like there was no tomorrow.

Harry gave a confused look at his equally confused girlfriends.

"What was that all about?"


A N 4: I need reviews like a vampire needs blood!

A N 5: So, it seems no one has yet understood what the hell is going on here... Such a shame, really...

Let's see if someone gets it now.

A N 6: Many thanks to Fiarill2 for being a kind and just Beta.