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Summary: Harry's going to die. How you ask me? Anyway he can! A collection of Dark Death stories in which Death is finally getting even and you'll find out that there are many gruesome ways to die if you're Harry Potter. Not even his luck can save him this time.

A/N: If anyone has any requests for a death scene, either for this story or your own, just send me an email and I'll see what I can do.

By the way, have you seen the teaser for the 'Prisoner of Azkaban' yet? I have, about 6 times now, because the music in it is bloody wicked and you actually get to see Snape in Neville's grandmother's clothes. If this is just the teaser, I wonder what the real trailers will be like, let alone the whole movie. I can't wait till the 4th of June.

You can find it at the official HP site, where you can also be sorted. I, of course, am a Slytherin, just like with every other online sorting hat I've tried.

At Death's Door

Part 2: The Merpeople

Rated: R

Warnings: sexual scenes

As always he had come to the lake for his rare moments of peace.

Everyone was always checking up on him, never leaving him alone. 'Harry are you alright?', 'Harry why don't you eat some more', 'Harry, you don't look so good'. He could almost hear their nagging voices even now and he was really getting sick of it. He was this close to snapping and just yelling out all of his frustrations at them.

They meant well, of course, but that didn't mean it wasn't bloody annoying. He could take care of himself. After all, he had done so for almost his entire life now. But noooo, they just had to baby him and treat him like he couldn't even tie his own shoes.

Harry sighed and let himself fall onto the small sandy beach. It was a nice day to be outside, the sun was shining, there was a nice cooling breeze and there weren't too many clouds. As he lay there in the full sun it was actually getting a bit hot. Even if he was only wearing shorts and a t-shirt.

Maybe he could go for a swim, it was the end of the summer after all and the water shouldn't be too cold. The Grindylows might be a problem.... Well only if he didn't take his wand with him.

He decided to risk it, it was getting too hot to be outside, but he didn't feel like going inside the cooler castle either. Too many people there wanting to stick their noses in his business.

After stripping down to his boxers, he made his way to the waterline and stuck his foot in. It was still pretty cold, but it was better than this heat. Too bad he didn't have any Gillyweed, then the cold wouldn't bother him and he would be free to explore the underwater world of the Hogwarts lake, it was bound to be interesting. But it wasn't meant to be, at least not today.

A bubble charm then maybe, then he would be able to breath down there. Nah, he didn't really feel like it today, he would just go for a short swim and head back inside, before everyone started worrying again.

He took a few more steps into the cool water and dived, only coming up for air a long way farther from the shore. Aahh, much better, he breathed, and started swimming further into the lake.

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He had been swimming for what must've been more than an hour. The sun was already beginning to set, so he turned around and started his way back, feeling sated, thoroughly exhausted and much calmer. He would be able to face his 'stalkers' now, without blowing up at them.

Just as he turned he could feel a slight current forming, but except for the fact that it would just a little bit harder to swim back, he didn't think much of it, at least not until he felt something brush against his leg.

Immediately pulling his wand out of his waistband, he stopped swimming and started looking for what ever he had felt, while treading to stay afloat.

It could be a Grindylow, maybe even the giant squid. In any case, he wasn't taking any chances. He held his wand high, ready to hex the first thing that he saw moving, but nothing came past him again. It must've been some weeds or something. He released the breath he didn't know he had been holding and continued his swim back to shore.

A few seconds later he felt it again, a slippery something gliding along his leg. He could feel a slight panic starting to rise now, he couldn't see anything, but he sure as hell felt it.

Suddenly something broke through the surface of the water. He barely stopped himself from using his wand before recognition hit him.

A mermaid, or at least he thought it was a female, if the shape of her thin face was anything to go by.

Although he didn't know very much about the species, he did know that they weren't dangerous to humans. Not unless asked to guard the thing most precious to you anyway.

He sighed in relieve and stared at her in curiosity, the same way she was looking at him with her light yellow eyes, which seemed even brighter because of her dark bluish grey skin. Her long dark green hair was plastered to her face and back, intertwining with the ropes of pebbles she was wearing around her neck. Even though she didn't look remotely human, Harry did consider her somewhat pretty, in a fishy sort of way.

After a few minutes, the mermaid dived down again, letting her large silver scaled tail rise above the water and splash Harry with a wave of lake water. Coughing he put his wand back in his shorts and looked around a bit to see if he could spot her again, but there was no sign of her.

Suddenly he felt it again, something smooth touching his legs, his thighs.... His breath hitched when the touch went by some very sensitive places and continued past his shorts and up his abdomen and chest. Just then the surface of the water broke with force and the mermaid reappeared right in front of him, rising high above the water due to her speed and flashing him with a view of bare greyish breasts.

As she settled, with only her shoulders above the water, she smiled at him, showing a mouth full of sharp yellow teeth. Harry smiled back a bit forcefully and turned to continue his way to shore, he was getting really tired and he didn't have time now to satisfy his curiosity. Maybe he'd come back another time....

Just as he turned, he again felt something slithering along his calves. It couldn't be the mermaid, she was still in front of him, only an arms length away. So it must be another one of the Merpeople, maybe she went to get her friends when she had dived under earlier.

He tried to gently swim away from the searching hands, but they followed right along with him, sliding over his butt and lower back. A few touches later, the hands stopped and looking over his shoulder he saw another mermaid rising out of the water. Harry was getting really uncomfortable now, there was a mermaid floating both in front and behind him, looking at him in an indefinable way and he was very conscious of the fact that he was on their turf, so to speak. He would never be able to out swim them.

Looking back and forth, he wondered what they wanted from him, but, he realised, what if they were just curious. After all, they probably didn't get this close to humans every day, if ever. He hoped the two would leave soon, the later he came back to the castle, they more his friends would nag. Well, they would nag anyway, so why should he hurry? Relaxing a bit, he continued treading to stay afloat, waiting till they were done looking at him and left him alone.

A few seconds later another head appeared above water and as it started talking to the other two. He recognized the screeching sounds from the second task in his fourth year and wondered what they were saying. If they had been under water he would have been able to understand them.

Harry noticed that this one had a slightly different facial structure with broader a jaw. He figured this one was a male, although it was hard to tell, since he had exactly the same long green hair as the other two and was also wearing the pebble necklaces. He couldn't really guess their age, but all three were probably only a little younger than him if he judged by human standards.

He watched calmly as one of girls gave an answer and the boy dived under again. Both the girl returned to their examination of him, but suddenly it became very clear they weren't interested in looking alone. The two of them swam closer and started touching him again, smoothing their hands over his chest and back. Harry didn't dare move, in fear that he would provoke or anger them. They were so close now that he wouldn't be able to get away without some force anyway.

Their skin, which he discovered was made out of tiny grey blue scales, felt slippery and smooth on his own. Only when they stroked in a different direction could he feel the roughness of the tough scales. It felt nice and if he hadn't been trapped, he would probably have found it relaxing.

His breath quickened as their hands started going lower and he could feel their breasts pressing against him. Oh god, this was turning him on, he could already feel his blood starting to gather in a beginning erection. He thought about struggling, but that might anger them and as long as he was in the water, that would probably be a very bad idea. Besides, he was enjoying himself immensely and even if they had no idea what they were doing to him, he could always jerk off later to this memory.

His thoughts stopped and his eyes fell closed as the two mermaids came even closer, putting their heads on his shoulders, moulding their bodies into him, pressing their nipples in his flesh and letting their hands wander over his legs and sides. He could feel their tails swishing past his feet now and he couldn't help but wonder how long this heaven would last.

Only what Harry didn't notice in his mind blowing state was that first, he had stopped treading his feet and was letting the girls keep him above water, and second, that at that exact moment his wand was calmly floating away on the currents, discarded by the mermaid behind him.

After a few more minutes of touching he was panting in ecstasy and any rational thoughts were quick to disappear. As the girl in front of him pulled away a little, he opened his eyes a little to see if she would leave, but instead of backing away she levelled her head with his and gently pressed her lips against his. Harry was a little surprised at this, whatever they were doing to him, he hadn't expected them to be so similar to humans that they would actually kiss for pleasure, after all they weren't even mammals.

But when a few seconds later she still hadn't moved her lips, he figured she indeed didn't know what it was and must've just spotted some teenagers on the shore, snogging. He couldn't help but smile when he realised she was just doing it to please him. She pulled back and stared at him with her non blinking yellow eyes and smiled back as she proceeded to lay her head back on his shoulder.

Their tails rubbing against him in a most stimulating way, their hands gliding over him, their lips on his neck, biting softly on his ears with razor sharp teeth. He moaned, he didn't want them to stop now, no not at all. He had started rubbing himself gently against the girl in front of him, while the other one pressed against his backside just a little bit harder, making sure they didn't loose any contact. Just a little bit longer...

Suddenly his air was gone.

It took him a few precious seconds to realise that the two mermaids had pulled him under the surface. They hadn't let go of him, but used their tails to guide the three of them deeper and deeper into the dark, cold water.

This time Harry did struggle, pleasure forgotten. Reaching for his waist, he immediately felt that his wand was no longer there.

He waved his arms around in blind panic, trying to get the two girls of off him, but they didn't let go. On the contrary, they held him tight and continued their examination of his body. The only difference was that he could now hear the sounds they were making and disturbingly enough it sounded a lot like giggling.

His movements became weaker as he ran out of oxygen and a few seconds later he blew out the last air in his lungs, feeling water taking it's place.

He felt eerily calm as his eyes became unfocused and his body stopped trying to break free. Reaching for the faint rays of the sun filtering through the water one last time, he stopped moving.

Harry Potter was no more.

And as the young merchildren left their now unmoving toy and went in search of something else to amuse themselves with, Harry floated away. His bloated body wasn't found until late that night, lying next to his clothes, washed up on the peaceful beach.

End

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