Disclaimer: I'm too young to be Rowling so there is sadly no way Harry Potter is mine…

Placing:6years after the first war.

Challenge: 'Prompt of the day'. Prompt: (location) nowhere. 1682 words. Gryffindor, Hogwarts.

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The first thing Harry saw when he woke up was darkness. Everything around him was black. Pitch black.

He frowned. Then he raised his hands and tried to feel where he was.

Nothing was around him.

Harry's frown deepened.

"I'm in the middle of nowhere," he concluded unhappily. "What the heck am I doing in the middle of nowhere?"

He sighed and then took another look around.

Nothing.

He stood up and walked into a random direction for a minute or two.

No walls, no light – nothing.

"Great," Harry said while pinching his nose. "Just great."

For a moment Harry wondered if closing his eyes and pretending that he wasn't in the middle of nowhere would help, then he gave up on hoping and decided to go for the jugular.

"Ledger!"

For a moment, there was nothing – then a book was out of nowhere disposed into Harry's hands.

Harry frowned at the book.

"That's not what I wanted!" He complained.

The book flipped open and a voice was heard coming out of the pages.

"What else did you want, young master?" The book asked.

Harry frowned at it.

"If everything went as it should have gone, I should've been in the past and therefore I shouldn't be your master, Ledger," he pointed out to the book.

The book just snuggled into his hands as if it was a pet.

"But I'm lonely without you, master," it said in a whiny voice. "And you have not yet worked through the back-log in all that paperwork."

Harry frowned at the book unhappily.

"That back-log goes back to the eleven hundreds," he pointed out with an incredulous look at the book. "Of course I haven't yet been able to do it all!"

"Well, at least with me still here you don't have to start again in a few years," the book replied, its hopeful tone of voice quite audible.

"I wouldn't dare to own all of the Deathly Hallows if I'm going to be killed this time around," Harry said with a roll of his eyes. "Believe me, I'm not that idiotic twice."

"Doesn't matter," the book said pouting. "I'm not going anywhere without you!"

Harry sighed and rolled his eyes.

"How comes that ever since you showed up after I changed my job I've got the feeling that I'm married again?" He asked rhetorically.

The book pouted.

"You shouldn't be rejecting me, master," it pointed out. "You're Death! You've been killing off those that unbalance the world for years now! I can't imagine that you want to stop now that you can change more things than just react to the crumbling world around us…"

Harry thought that over.

He guessed, the book was right.

He hadn't come with the others into the past to rescue people. He had come to end those who shouldn't have continued living – basically fulfilling a duty he had fulfilled since the day he had tried to kill himself after his family had died.

Harry had been low, back then. His best friends, his family – everybody important to him had died that one hellish day that had changed the world. Only Harry who hadn't been there had survived.

It had been too much.

Nine months after that day, Harry had quit his job, written his will and then stolen the sword of Gryffindor to end his life.

He figured that the basilisk venom would at least give him some kind of fast and clean death. It wasn't as if he could use his wand to kill himself. A wand still owned by its master couldn't go against its master – and unfortunately trying to kill him even by his own hands counted as 'going against its master'.

So Harry had stolen the sword and tried to kill himself – just to find a new duty when instead of dying a book landed in his lap. It seemed that even with him never having touched the wand when he had the stone and the cloak, alone owning it had been enough to count him as the bearer of all three Hallows. Going to death with them in his possession had basically bound them to him.

So instead of dying, Harry had gotten a book thrown at him and the book had basically told him that he was the new Death and that he should stop whining and go to work.

Ever since then, Harry had found his new passion.

Of course, with Harry now in the past, theoretically he shouldn't have his beloved job yet – but Harry had planned to fulfil it anyway.

What could he say?

Harry loved his job!

"Alright," he said finally. "Isn't as if I hadn't planned to collect the Hallows again."

"You hadn't," the book interrupted pouting.

Harry rolled his eyes.

"Of course not," he said. "You're a menace! Where are we anyway, Ledger? Shouldn't I be somewhere at the Dursleys?"

The book in his hands pouted again.

"You're in your cupboard," it said.

Harry looked around with an incredulous look.

"Uhhuhh," his said sceptically. "My cupboard."

"Yes, master," the book replied petulantly.

Harry looked around again before walking another five steps into a random direction.

"I never noticed that my cupboard was that big…" He said sarcastically.

The book pouted again.

"Maybe you missed that when you were little, master?" It suggested.

Harry raised an eyebrow at the book.

"You suggest I missed that my cupboard was a nowhere-place big enough to fit the whole street with nothing in it, Ledger?" He said sceptically.

The book pouted again.

"I… might have changed it a bit to make you more comfortable," it finally admitted petulantly.

Harry frowned.

"Why?" he asked, not bothering to tell the book that a huge space of nothingness wasn't what he would call 'comfortable' – especially not when it was black nothingness surrounding him.

Honestly! Ledger had absolutely horrible ideas when it came to comfortableness!

Harry would have never chosen being nowhere to get comfortable – and definitely not a black nowhere like around him!

"Well… your cupboard was quite small…" the book hedged.

Harry rolled his eyes.

"I'm quite aware of that, thank you, Ledger," he said sarcastically. "Any other reason?"

For a moment, silence reigned.

Then the book pouted again.

"I just wanted to make your life at the Dursleys a little bit less stressful," it said. "I thought that connecting your cupboard to the in-between might help. You are Death, after all. You are the strongest in the in-between!"

Harry rolled his eyes.

"I actually didn't plan to stay at my Aunt's," he said amused.

The book seemed to perk up at that.

"You were planning to kill them?" It asked interestedly.

Harry thought about it.

"Maybe," he finally said. "I actually planned to contact Luna first and ask her if she found some nargles. I know the old ones, of course… well, the future ones, that is… but there might be more that I am not aware of just yet."

The book snorted.

"Nargles," it repeated. "You've met that girl one time too many, master."

Harry shrugged unconcerned.

"What can I say?" He said amused. "As long as you don't learn to show me those that should die so that the world won't end, I will have to find my intelligence elsewhere."

The book pouted again.

"It's not my fault that I just show natural life-spans and endings as well as information about people you know the names of," it said. "You have some unreasonably high expectations, master! Do you know how many people are currently living on earth? I would burst like a balloon thanks to too much information!"

Harry just rolled his eyes and slapped the book close.

"Stop complaining," he said. "And change my cupboard back. If you don't, I'll be lost in this nowhere forever and there will be no killing at all!"

Not a second later, Harry tumbled to the ground in front of his cot inside the cupboard.

His hands were empty and when he looked at himself, he looked younger than anticipated.

"Huh," he said surprised. "I must be five or six or seven – or something like that at least."

It had been a long time that he was that small and he had never had too much cared about his age anyway, so being unsure was understandable.

"Guess Malfoy or Luna bollixed up the ritual," he mused. "Naw… not Luna – Malfoy. Luna would have known to compensate for Ledger… she would have exchanged Ehwaz with Eihwaz in her calculations for me."

Harry thought about that little fact for another second or two and then decided that it didn't actually matter.

"We're back," he thought aloud. "That's all I need to know. Now next question: To kill or not to kill?"

"Boy!" His aunt cried in that moment from outside of the cupboard. Harry guessed that she was in the kitchen. "Stop making such a ruckus! We want to eat in peace!"

Harry scratched his forehead.

"Yes, Aunt Petunia," he said.

Then he had a wonderful idea.

"Say, Aunt Petunia," he said. "Do you prefer to die right-out or to suffer for a while?"

"If you don't shut up now, boy, you won't get anything to eat at all for the next week!" Harry's Uncle Vernon roared as an answer.

Harry nodded slowly and seriously.

"Yes, Uncle Vernon," he said. "I understand. I will do as you wish."

Seems like he had some planning to do. He wouldn't want to disappoint his uncle after all – not after basically been given permission to go ahead with his plans…

"Well," Harry reasoned. "As least what could count as his permission. Uncle Vernon's demands were always a bit hard to understand, after all."

Harry thought about that fact for a moment.

"Might be the weight," he concluded. "Maybe I should help him to get rid of it…"

Yep, Harry had some planning to do. But he had time – the others, Harry was sure, would wait for him until he was done.

"Neville did it as well, after all," Harry thought.

Oh! He hadn't had that much fun in ages!

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And here comes Harry – a surprising short time after the last chapter. But well, he came and demanded to be written now, so here he is. I hoped you liked him in action (more or less).

'Till next time

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