Yes, that's right, I'm writing another chapter. deal with it. anyway, this could be a preview of a seaquel(assuming you want one), chapter six(if it's chapter six, there will not be a sequel, I'll just continue it here. if it's a preview of the sequel, this will be chapter one in a new fic, and I'll continue there!)
Not So Perfect
-Preview/Chapter 6-
It's a very, very, odd experience, decided Harry, To look at your own, dead body. it had only been until Harry had realized he was floating that he had looked down, and was very surprised, and rather confused, to be looking at himself.
And it was not until that moment that Harry had seen the extent of the damage his uncle had done to him. He had grimaced, but then moved on to wondering why he wasn't in heaven, or where-ever. He had then remembered something that his uncle had said, 'When you die, freak, they won't let to into Heaven or hell.' And maybe that wasn't a direct quote, but it was close enough, and Harry was wondering if what he had said was true.
"Well now," said a voice from the top-right, "This is fair strange…"
Harry turned and looked up, to find a black-hair hazel-eyed girl in worn jeans and a red t-shirt sitting crossed-legged with a book as big as Hogwarts: A History on her lap, with her searching the book franticly, flipping the page every so often.
"Um…" Harry started, "Not to be rude, or anything, but who the bloody hell are you?"
The girl looked up, "Eh? Who, me?" Harry nodded, "Oh, I'm Kalli Lilith, the grim reaper!"
Harry blinked at her, "O…kay. So, what happens now?"
"Oh, well, since you're dead, as I'm sure you've noticed by now, I'm supposed to guide you to the afterlife, or reincarnation, or whatever (it really depends on what religion you believe in), but-"
"Bloody hell!" Harry exclaimed, "There's always a 'but'!"
Kalli looked at her book, "Wow, " She began in shock, staring at the page, "You're right!"
"Wha…?"
"Oh, right, see, this book has information on you in it! Everything that ever happened to you is in this book. Yeah, I know, weird concept to grasp, but it's true," She explained, "but, usually, when someone dies, the book is full, and nothing more is written."
"But…?" asked Harry in a dead-pan voice.
"Your book… um… your book isn't finished yet," she said, flipping towards the back of the book, and opening to a half-black page that was slowly filling up. It read,
"… then Harry met the grim reaper, Kalli Lilith, and learned of what happened after death, but it was revealed that his story was not yet done.
Harry then read this page in this book, an"
"Whoa. So what do the blank pages mean?" Harry asked.
"It means that your story isn't over yet," she said, "Something still needs to happen to complete your story. I may know what it is."
"What is it, Kalli?" Harry asked, "What do you think has to happen?"
"I think," started Kalli, "someone needs to find your body, and I think that then you're going to have to comfort several people, including Albus Conary Willard Dumbledore."
"So what now?"
"Now, we wait."
…
"Oh. My. God." Tonks whispered, "H-Harry…? I-is that… Harry?" She looked at the beaten body that Dumbledore held in his arms. Dumbledore was standing in the kitchen of number 12, Grimmauld Place. Aside from Tonks, Remus, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Minerva McGonagal, Severus Snape, and 'Snuffles' were there.
"Yes, Nymphora," Said Dumbledore, "This was Harry."
" 'Was'?" Asked Remus, standing up abruptly.
"Yes… Harry is… Harry has gone to the after life." Dumbledore said softly.
Above him, Kalli was being rather disrespectful, "NO HE HASN'T, YOU DAFT OLD COOT! AND ANYWAY, WHY DON'T YOU JUST SAY HE'S DEAD?"
Harry shook his head, "That's no way to talk to a professor, Kalli."
"Well Harry," Kalli said, "He's not my professor, so I really don't care. Besides, they can't here us; you're a spirit, not a ghost."
"Is there really a difference?"
"For one, only people with a high sixth sense spirits, while all magic people, and some non-magic ones can see ghosts," she explained, "Also, ghosts are people who were sad, angry, etc., at the time of death. Spirits are just dead people's souls waiting to be re-incarnated, sent to the underworld/heaven, etc. Come to think of it, if you want to become a ghost, and not move on, I can do that for you. As a spirit, you'll fade away eventually if you don't move on."
Below, Remus Lupin wasn't taking Harry's death well, but by far, 'Snuffles' was worse. Sirius' heartbroken howl was heard far and wide.
"Kalli," said Harry, "I think… no, I know I need to speak to Sirius. As in, now."
"But, Harry, the only way for you to speak to him in that form is if he was asleep, or if you possessed a body…" She trailed off.
"What, Kalli?" Harry pressed, "What?"
Kalli shifted uncomfortably, "Well… I could… um… reincarnate you, but…" Harry sighed, " but there isn't a human body set aside for you, and anyway, you'd be a baby then, and unable to speak.
"So, I could… err…" Kalli trailed off.
"Kalli!" Harry whined, "Just tell me!"
"Alright, alright!" she took a deep breath, "Icouldreincarnateyouassomesortofmagicalspirit-creaturebutyouwouldn'tbeabletochangebackbutyouwouldbeabletotalktoaselectfewpeople.( I could reincarnate you as some sort of magical spirit-creature but you wouldn't be able to change back but you would be able to talk to a select few people.)"
Harry blinked(he noticed he was doing that allot), "Come again?" Kalli repeated what she had seen, slower this time, though.
"I'll do it," Harry decided.
"Are you sure?" Harry nodded, "Okay. What do you want to be?"
Harry sighed, "I'm not sure."
Kalli tilted her head, looking at Harry, and asked, "How about a Feiafay-uh?"
"I don't know what a Feia is, Kalli."
Kalli pinched the bridge of her nose, "A Feia is like feathered dragon, and is one of the most graceful beasts ever to live. Exceptional fliers, and fair swimmers, Feifay are know to rule water and wind, and occasionally fire. "Fei come in many different colors; Green, purple, red and gray being the most common. A blue Feia will be seen occasionally, which means it's a spirit Feia. They have bird-like beaks and wings, but dragon-like tails and feet(Fei have front feet and back feet, like dragons do, instead of just back feet.)."Extremely fond of irony and very smart, Fei are almost like humans, and can cast spells that humans cannot.
"So do you want to be a Feia?"
"Yes, now hurry up, Kalli," he said, then, seeing her glare added, "Please?"
Kalli gave in, "Oh, alright. Now stand-float, sorry-still while I do this. You should be able to talk to at least three people, possibly four, excluding me. You'll also be able to see me, too. Now, lets start on that transformation, shall we?"
…
Harry felt awesome.
Harry felt bloody awesome.
Harry felt bloody awesome, because he was flying. Not sitting-on-a-broom flying, but actually flying. Because Harry had wings. And feathers, and claws and a tail and a beak, too. He was a Feia.
Harry! came Kalli's voice from beside him, where she was standing on the inside curve of the blade of her scythe(turns out, she just uses it for transportation; not killing people), Pay attention! You have to—
Find someone I know and become their pet! I know! Harry interrupted, But I can still have fun while I'm doing it, right?
Kalli didn't say anything, and just looked down at the ground, looking at it as if it was the most interesting thing ever.
That's what I thought, Harry said smugly, By the way, are there any rules as to who I can talk to, who I can tell about you, etc.?
Well, you can only tell the people you can speak with about me, and they have to promise not to spread it to the general public, or whatever, she explained, As to who you can speak with: you have a limited number, three or four, but you can choose anyone, as long as you knew them when you were dead.
Oh, okay…
Kalli looked down, and pointed to someone. Harry, look! she said, Isn't that one of your professors? I think he's in trouble. And it looked like she was right, as Professor Snape was being cornered by several Death Eaters.
Ugh, Harry began, That's Snape.
Kalli looked at him, Well shouldn't we help him?
Do we have to? Asked Harry, He hates me, you know.
Do you hate him?
Harry, once again, sighed, No, not really.
The we can just not let him know it's you! She said cheerfully, I dub you Airai! Now, let's go help your professor.
Yay! I get to save someone who hates my guts! exclaimed Harry sarcastically as he went into a dive towards Snape.
…
otakuintraining-san: Fear not, dearest faithful review! I have not stopped! In fact, I have been hit by a plot bunny. actually, there were A LOT of them, they knocked me over! yes, very fun, because you don't have to pay!
Spots on a Pony-san: Thank you! I even got on your alert-list-thing! YAY!
chocolate-chicken9302-san: thank you. people keep saying my writing style is unique(on my fiction press account), but I don't know why my writing is unique.
samuraiduck27-san: I'm glad you like your cookie! I know, that would have been such a good ending! but my muses let loose a torrent of plot bunnies! I'm considering just having a sequel, and this being the first chapter, or something. if I do, I'll take this chapter down, probably. or, this could be a sneak-peek! yes, I think I may do that… what do you think? because I could just keep going on this fic, but it doesn't seem right…
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Thank you(again) to: Neverforget99, and otakuintrainig for putting me on their favs list.
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Oh, and i came up with the Fei. they're MINE if you want to use them, ask. (Feia-singulure. Fei-plural.)