Disclaimer: This is a fan written work based on the works of J.K. Rowling. It might possibly also have some elements of a number of other works. There is no money being made from this, it is merely a work meant for the entertainment of myself and the masses. This is merely for fun, and no profit. I repeat: I am not making any money out of writing this.
Warning: OCs OOCs Sues, and some crack. You have been warned.
Note 1: AU.
Note 2: May refer to Lupin as Remus when the first werewolf is not around.
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FOUND
chapter fifty-four
It was the day before the night of the Quidditch World Cup which was to be watched a by more delegates from Aetas than were originally planned on attending. All twenty-seven First Races were present and accounted for, and then some. Harry didn't really know what he was to do this day before the World Cup, he was a little bit excited for the events and incidents that were sure to arise during, before, and after, the game. He was looking forward to the reactions of his people, as well as how they planned on interacting with the equivalent of the Mage race of Earth.
Harry had decided that since it was the day before the night of the Quidditch World Cup, then he would spend some of his time out. He hadn't done anything alone per se for himself in a while, he hadn't simply gone out for a walk, enjoyed the scenery, saved civilizations, started new ones, gone sight seeing in a long while. It was time for a bit of a change, he needed a little bit of a normal adventure. So with that decision made, he left the Hotel in the capable hands of his children, as well as Padfoot and Moony.
As he walked through the village he came across something he didn't think he'd ever have to wonder why it or rather he was there, here, whatever. He knew just by the feel of the being's aura that he was not one of his many death related children. Here walking towards him was none other than an unaffiliated with himself anthropomorphic personification of death. A Death that could take out even immortals such as he.
"What business do you have here stranger? This is my world, my reality," Harry stated, flaring all of his power, but only allowing Death to feel it.
"I mean you and yours no harm, cousin," Death stated, standing a few feet away from the supreme being of Aetas, "I am merely here for some help...I am attempting to create something akin to a Noah's Ark or a Lost World, but one similar to your very own world. I have been told that you are the foremost expert when dealing with such a field. Will you aid me in this quest?"
"Cousin, you say, how so?" Harry asked Death, the street they were on was deserted, probably due to the aura of death that permeated the air brought about by Death himself.
"We are alike you and I," Death spoke, "I came through the mists, and through the Forbidden Corridor, and have spoken with Crius Crossworld and Nul Nusquam. Is that not proof enough or simply enough to understand our relation with one another?"
"I suppose it is," Harry said, and sealed away his powers from being felt once again, "Why did you not seek aid from Crius, or the others of such tier in existence? Would he or they have not been better, for it was one of their number that aided me in the creation of my own."
"It would...or they would have been more suitable to the task, perhaps, but I was directed to you, referred to you even, had I known that you required a referral letter of some sort I would have requested one," Death said, in his whispery voice, "Should I return at a later date along with one?"
"I guess I can help you," Harry said, "I was looking to do something different today, even though such a letter would have been quite interesting to find and see."
"Very well, then, when and where do we start?" Death asked, "I am familiar with the death and rebirth of the universe, of reality itself, but not the original creation of one that I might call mine own, as you have yours."
"Do you too wish for children to call you own, or simply a sanctuary for things past present and future?" Harry asked curiously, for it was most likely that their likes and intentions were very different from one another.
"Merely a world, an ecosystem for all the times, of all the creatures in existence to live in harmony, but at the same time grow in number, be like a true ecosystem, where survival of the fittest may still rule, but not one specie or race may claim to have gone through extinction," Death explained what he wanted, with a little bit more detail, but still not everything, as that would be left up to him, and no matter the amount of tutoring in this field of world creation, one's own imagination was the final element that would be used anyway, and its use was quite unique in and of itself.
"Follow me then," Harry said, as he began to make his way to Hogwarts, where better to teach, then at a school, "If you can."
"I will not disappoint, cousin," Death said as he floated a foot behind and to the side of Harry as the two of them made their way up to the castle, that some of the delegates had thought was to be where they would stay for the duration of the little vacation.
Reaching, and entering the castle, as well as finding an empty classroom to use was the easy part, it was actually teaching how to craft or mold a whole world, dimension, reality, and whatever else that popped into Harry's head that was the difficult part. He was dealing with a being that admittedly existed after the end of time, and restarted everything from scratch, well more like from himself and with a little bit of help from someone that normally destroyed things, or stopped things from existing in their entirety.
They spent what seemed like hours upon hours talking about creation and destruction, that it was a good thing that the two of them slowed down time so much that their little session only lasted for around four hours and not the four years that it seemed for each of them. But what was four years to two beings that lived lifetimes compared to most immortals, not even a vampire would ever be able to claim having a longer life than either of them. One had existed after time expired and was renewed, while the other probably created or invented time in the first place.
"...so that's what came first," Death said, his volume and tone of voice was not in a whisper as he was in too much awe to be in his death state for any dramatics or theatrics to be used, "I never thought that it could be so simple, such a simple thing, to think I had overlooked it when creating that fowl galaxy. Next time I recreate all things, I'll come to you for some advice first, cousin."
"You had better," Harry said, "I still can't believe you didn't know the real reason why the chicken crossed the road."
"I had no idea that such a rhetorical situation and joke had such a long story behind it," Death said, "All because of an intergalactic incident involving a cup of jasmine tea and a plate of scones. Amazing, and rather humbling at the same time."
"I know, right," Harry said, taking a sip from a cup of Jasmine tea that he conjured out of nothing, literally out of nothing, he could do that, he was that powerful, "Now is there anything else I can do or help you with, cousin?"
"Well...I'm a little embarrassed about it...but I guess I could tell you," Death said, then whispered directly into Harry's ear his little problem.
"What! No way! You're Death for crying out loud!" Harry exclaimed, "How can you have never...mmph..."
"Not so loud, I don't want anyone monitoring our conversation to know about that...I want to keep it hush hush," Death said, while keeping one of his gloved hands covering Harry's mouth, "Sheesh, that's why I whispered it to you and not said it out loud, or in my regular whispering voice. I'd say I died as a you know...but I completely skipped that part...sort of...so will you help me?"
"No," Harry said, "Cause I shall admit that even I've missed out on some things. These things, we'll just have to work on it on our own. Although I don't have the problem of killing my partner accidentally during that moment of extreme ecstasy."
"Tell me about it," Death said, "I once sneezed and a whole galaxy blinked out of existence."
"That's tough," Harry said, "Good thing I haven't done anything that bad before...I think."
"You think or you hope?" Death asked.
"I hope," Harry said, "Cause there are some things that I think a lot of liquor would be able to keep from reentering my memory banks."
"What are you, a computer?" Death said in jest.
"No, but I think you are," Harry replied, "Got any bookmarks I can copy?"
"No way, you're still underage," Death said, "I ain't letting an underage person view any of those sites, and technically, if I included your godliness, that would called cradle robbing."
"I'm not that old," Harry defended himself.
"Could've fooled me," Death said, "You just taught me the background history of why the chicken crossed the road."
"Fine," Harry said, "I concede defeat. Now leave me, and visit in the future, when I'm not thinking of trying to kill death while relaxing at the same time, and drinking my cup of Jasmine Tea."
"Whatever you say, Har," Death said, before fading away, entering the Forbidden Corridor, and getting his ass to the canvas on which he would create his special Noah's Ark.
With his companion gone, Harry returned to the village proper, and continued walking around, wondering what he was going to to for the duration of the rest or remainder of his day. He pondered and pondered until he saw a garden gnome charge an old man that looked to work at the Hog's Head while riding on a goat.
Harry couldn't help himself as he simply stopped almost dead in his tracks and watched the rather interesting battle between a knight, of the garden gnome variety, riding on a goat, while an old man hurled bottles of firewhiskey and butterbeer at the critters. It was like watching Sir Cadagon do his thing.
