"We all need to belong to someone. Sometime. An hour, a day, a year...it's all the same."
-Harlan Ellison
Paingod and other Delusions
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Chapter 2: Master of Me
"Master... meet Mr. Harry Potter." Harry followed the man as he bowed on one knee, not daring to look up at the giant throne in front of him. Death stood, footsteps clicking down the three stairs.
"Did you say 'Harry Potter.'" Harry couldn't help himself, he had to look up. This was not "death" as he had pictured. First of all, death was a woman, or rather, a five year old girl. She stood there in a pink dress, teddy bear in hand. Her light blonde hair was twisted into curling pig-tails.
"Yes master. He died today on the school grounds." The girl stood, eyes on her bear. Anger was spreading on her face.
"Harry Potter, Harry Potter. Boy who survived Voldemort, but died by falling?" she snapped her head around to look at the man, "I think not." He looked up. "Why do you think he would die like that? Idiot!" She waved her hand and four chimps ran to carry the man off. She placed herself back on her throne.
"You can stand, Harry." She looked at him sweetly as he stood. "I am sorry for the trouble, but it seems there is only one way to get you back in there..." Harry was silent. "You must prove that you should go back. I will assign you a different body that I make myself and you will return to Hogwarts, but there is one condition. You must create the PERFECT fairy-tale for me." Harry opened his mouth to question, but he thought better of it.
The girl clapped her hands and a sleek lion brought a book out of one side of the room. She opened the box in her lap and turned through the pages, turning carefully.
"This story will have a prince and a princess. There will be an evil person and of course a beautiful love story." As she turned the page again, her eyes grew wide as if she had just seen the perfect doll. She looked up and clapped, followed by Harry plunging into darkness again.
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^.^ I love my adaptation of death. Doesn't she sound cute? I got that from a picture of me, actually, and I thought that it would be too cute to make that death!
-Harlan Ellison
Paingod and other Delusions
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Chapter 2: Master of Me
"Master... meet Mr. Harry Potter." Harry followed the man as he bowed on one knee, not daring to look up at the giant throne in front of him. Death stood, footsteps clicking down the three stairs.
"Did you say 'Harry Potter.'" Harry couldn't help himself, he had to look up. This was not "death" as he had pictured. First of all, death was a woman, or rather, a five year old girl. She stood there in a pink dress, teddy bear in hand. Her light blonde hair was twisted into curling pig-tails.
"Yes master. He died today on the school grounds." The girl stood, eyes on her bear. Anger was spreading on her face.
"Harry Potter, Harry Potter. Boy who survived Voldemort, but died by falling?" she snapped her head around to look at the man, "I think not." He looked up. "Why do you think he would die like that? Idiot!" She waved her hand and four chimps ran to carry the man off. She placed herself back on her throne.
"You can stand, Harry." She looked at him sweetly as he stood. "I am sorry for the trouble, but it seems there is only one way to get you back in there..." Harry was silent. "You must prove that you should go back. I will assign you a different body that I make myself and you will return to Hogwarts, but there is one condition. You must create the PERFECT fairy-tale for me." Harry opened his mouth to question, but he thought better of it.
The girl clapped her hands and a sleek lion brought a book out of one side of the room. She opened the box in her lap and turned through the pages, turning carefully.
"This story will have a prince and a princess. There will be an evil person and of course a beautiful love story." As she turned the page again, her eyes grew wide as if she had just seen the perfect doll. She looked up and clapped, followed by Harry plunging into darkness again.
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^.^ I love my adaptation of death. Doesn't she sound cute? I got that from a picture of me, actually, and I thought that it would be too cute to make that death!