Disclaimer: Anything you don't recognize is mine, the rest is probably J.K. Rowling's

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: Especially written for Christmas. Short but sweet (Sweet, yeah right, when hell freezes over and pigs fly....). Enjoy.

At Death's Door

Part 3: Hagrid (Christmas style)

Rated: PG13

Warnings: Gore and my weird humour

Finally it was the holidays they had been waiting for.

It was Christmas.

The students, with a few exceptions, had gone home and the entire castle was being decorated. Dumbledore was spelling the ceiling to snow, Flitwick and some students were decorating the trees that Hagrid was bringing in from the forbidden forest, McGonagall was hanging mistletoe over the entrance to the great hall and even Snape had an festive plaque on his chamber door. It read 'Keep Out or Die', but still, it was coloured Christmas green and after all, it's the thought that counts.

In the midst of all this busy cheer three six year students were running around, helping where they could or just joking around. The Gryffindor trio had stayed this year for the always magnificent Hogwarts Christmas and were enjoying their holiday to the fullest. Even Hermione had given her quill a rest.

Because of the threat of war almost all of the Hogwarts population had gone home, but Ron and Hermione had chosen to stay with Harry, even when their families had asked them not to. Harry of course had no choice, or not a very good one anyway. It was either Hogwarts or the Dursleys and lets just say he didn't need to think about it for very long.

So now the three were making their way outside, completely packed in sweaters, robes and cloaks. It was time for war, a different kind of war that was hanging over their heads, but a war still.

It was time for a snowball war and may the best wizard or witch win.

Two hours later they were tired and soaked to the bone, but happier than they had been in a long time. They didn't have many chances anymore to be so carefree. Especially Harry, who was expected by everyone to save the world. But right now all he thought about was how he beat both his friends by hitting them with his magically made snowballs a lot more times then they hit him. Of course that was until they started working together and dunked him face down in the snow.

After dumping their wet cloaks and robes in their dorms, they made their way to the great hall for the fantastic annual Hogwarts Christmas feast. They were gonna stuff their faces until they could pass for turkeys themselves.

"Watch out, comin' through. Man with a tree walkin' here." They immediately recognized the booming voice as Hagrid's and jumped out of the way, pressing against the railing of the staircases. Everyone knew that the half-giant hardly looked where he was going when he was carrying those enormous trees inside and so everyone knew to get out of the way as fast as possible if you didn't want to get skewered or simply squished into a wall.

Just as Hagrid past them, barely keeping his balance due to the enormous tree slung over his shoulder, he spotted them and turned to greet them.

Unfortunately Harry didn't get to hear the greeting, because Harry had jumped to the other side of the stairs, across from his friends. And at the exact moment Hagrid had turned to say a hullo to Ron and Hermione, Harry was hit by the enormous top of the tree, being impaled by thousands of gigantic needles and forcefully thrown over the railing.

With one last scream, Harry hit the ground six floors below, breaking every bone in his body and splattering blood all over the witnesses to the horrific accident. Before even one healing spell could be uttered, he pushed out his last breath.

Harry Potter was no more.

And only one thought rang through the Wizarding World.

Shit, who's gonna kill the dark lord now?

 

End.

Have a very gory Christmas and an angsty New Year. (Fanfiction wise, of course)

Nemati