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Adventures in the Afterlife

Apprehension

The building was enormous. It must've been three hundred stories high. It seemed to be entirely carved out of pale pink marble. Sirius stood in awe at the sheer extravagance of the building before him. It seemed to be glowing and alive buzzing with the chatter of hundreds of people swapping large piles of books for bursting folders and mountains of paper. David seemed amused with his astonishment, but Sirius could hardly restrain himself. They finally reached a raised desk at the end of the first floor with a simple plague reading: RECEPTION in silver letters.

"What can I do for you, David." asked the woman at the desk merrily shifting a large stack of folders to the side, so she could see them.

"We'd like to look up a person." David said leaning his elbow on the counter.

"Great!" she said taking what looked like a golden calculator out of her desk drawer. "What can you tell me about the person you're looking for?" There was a pause. David gave Sirius an encouraging look.

"Uh… His name is James Potter." Sirius started really not knowing where to begin.

"8,263,920,737,372 results. Elaborate, Please." she said punching away on the calculator

"Well, I really don't know what to say…" he trailed off, but luckily the woman was there to help him along.

"How long ago did he die?"

"About sixteen years ago." Sirius said.

"485,484, 018 results." the woman said punching away madly.

"Well, he was a…a wizard. If that matters." Sirius said again feeling stupid.

"It certainly does." said the woman nicely. "Those kind aren't the majority, you know." she punched away while speaking. "2,075 results. What else can you tell me?"

Well…er…" Sirius felt stupider than he ever had in his life. He couldn't think of anything that distinguished James from any other guy. "He…"

"What part of the world die he die?" asked David.

"Oh!" exclaimed Sirius "Um…England, Godric's Hollow." he said. How could he think of nothing to say?

"Well, one match left." The woman stopped punching her calculator. She gave Sirius a grin and began to read from the calculator. "James Potter… currently residing in The Afterlife. Level 12. Sect 4. Will you get him there alright, David?" asked the woman peering over her glasses.

"I certainly will." smiled David "And thank you for your help."
"Yes, thank you." added Sirius.

"Just doing my job." responded the woman shortly as the pair walked towards a corridor that lead away from the main room.

"Well, that's not too far. You'll get there pretty quick." David lead him into a small room with vertical rectangular cut outs in the marble big enough for a man to stand in. "If you'll step in here." Sirius stood in one of the cut outs and David joined him. He punch a few keys on a pad inside the cut out each with a symbol on it Sirius didn't recognize. Then before he was aware that anything had happened David was stepping out of the cut out. The room looked exactly the same. Had they even moved? As David lead him back he notice that the setup was exactly the same. It seemed the only thing that could distinguish the two buildings he had been in was the person behind the reception desk. Even the stack of folders looked the same.

"David!" exclaimed the elderly looking man behind the desk. "You haven't been down here for ages! Don't tell me it's business." He looked disappointed when David didn't answer right away.

"Sorry Barty, but duty calls." Barty waved a hand at him.

"Don't worry. I know all about it. So, what can I do for you?"

"I need to get the address of a 'James Potter' residing here." Barty whipped out a calculator just the woman had had and typed a little more slowly. Within moments a sheet of paper shot out at the top of it.

"Here you go. Glad to see a visitor for this one. Seems kind of lonely if you ask me." And with that they walked away with a backward wave to Barty. Soon they were in front of a run down looking house. That had orange light flooding out from each of the small windows.

"And this." began David with a gesture towards the house. "Is where I leave you. You should knock. Well, it's been really fun." David began to walk back the way they had come.

"Thanks for everything." Sirius called after him. David turned toward him and gave him a short wave of the had and disappeared around a corner. Sirius turned his attention back to the old house. He approached it slowly. A thousand thoughts were ricocheting off one another in his mind. He was about to see James Potter, his best friend, for the first time in sixteen years. Not only that, he was going to see him dead. Had he changed? Had being dead this long gotten to him. Would he be the same man he regarded as a brother when they were living? Well, he was about to find out. He was on the front step. He looked around once more as stood on the porch. He faced the door. He was vaguely aware that he wasn't breathing as his fist came down on the heavy wooden door as if in slow motion. He let this happen a few more times. Knocking slowly and spookily like in an old black and white horror film. He heard a rustling inside. The door swung open. There before him stood James Potter in a night camp and night gown. He sure looked like the be speckled man he used to know. In fact seeing James so unchanged took him aback a little. He took a small step back.

"Yes?" said James "What do you want?"

Yeah, this was supposed to be longer, but I figured short updates are better than no updates. Yeah.