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Warning for a crossover with Final Destination. Also, for some dark humor, and character death. As well as Death and Harry Potter trying to be a comedic duo. The word count is 887 words. I hope you all enjoy The Adventures of Harry and Death.
Harry has to admit after becoming the master of Death he's seen his fair share of things he wishes he'd never seen before. He's seen gruesome deaths. He's seen quiet deaths. He's seen deaths while in throes of passion. But this one he's pretty sure has got to be the most convoluted one that Death has ever cooked up.
"Why are you laughing?" Death asked, folding black-robed arms as he watched his boss begin to chuckle.
The boy in question. A young man named Tod, who had escaped death on a Muggle airplane, was unaware of the two people talking in the same bathroom as him. He'd just finished washing his hands after using the bathroom when Harry had arrived.
"What is he doing?" Harry asked, stepping closer and watching over Tod's shoulder as the boy began to shave hair off his face that wasn't even there. "You don't even have a beard."
"You do know that he can't hear you yet, right?" Death asked, as loosened the bolt under the toilet seat a little more.
Blue toilet water started to slowly make its way towards the unsuspecting Tod as he continued his fake shaving. Harry sighed in annoyance when would teenagers ever get the hint that they had to see hair on their faces in order to shave it off.
"What?" Death asked, giving Harry a sarcastic look. "It's not like he's ever going to get the chance to do so later in life."
Harry would give Death that one. If all went according to plan Death and Harry would reverse the doings of Alex Browning in getting himself and his friends off that plane. "I guess you have a point there," Harry said, rolling his eyes as the boy cut himself with the razor. "At least it wasn't deep enough to kill him. Can you imagine that conversation at the Pearly Gates?"
Death laughs along with Harry. "How did you die, young man?" he said in an imitation of the Muggle St. Peter.
"By shaving my invisible facial hair," Harry said in what he thought was an imitation of Tod.
The boy glanced around and Harry started to mentally panic. Was Death wrong? Could Tod hear them? Could he see them? Was he at this moment wondering why the emo-looking people were in his house's bathroom?
He drew a quick breath of relief as Tod walked past him and Death and towards the laundry line that Harry hadn't paid attention to earlier. He could see Death watching like a kid eagerly awaiting his turn on Santa's lap during Christmas time.
"You aren't?" Harry asked, watching as the blue water slowly traveled its way towards Tod's bare feet. "You are a little schemer, aren't you?"
"Of course," Death said, putting on the poshest voice that he could muster. "One has to scheme big if they want this job."
"You slay with the puns, my friend," Harry said, trying hard not to feel sorry for the struggling boy who had been caught up by the neck in the laundry line. "I feel sorry for him, don't you?"
"Eh, it's all part of the job," Death said, quickly taking a towel from the bag and wiping up the blue water in such a way that made it look like the water was slowly making its back into the plumbing.
"All part of what job?" asked, Tod who was now looking at his own body uncomprehendingly. "What's going on here?"
Harry smiled and walked over to him in a way that wouldn't seem threatening but like he was just another normal teenager. "Hello, Tod," he said, holding a hand to shake. "My name is Harry Potter and I am the Master of Death of over there. I have some good news and I have some bad news. Which would you like to hear first?"
"The good news," Tod said, looking at his body once more.
"You're going to get to see your brother again," Death said, giggling like a naughty child.
Harry gave Death a look that screamed that he wasn't allowed to talk until they got back to the office. He turned back to Tod who was looking distraught now.
"Does that I'm mean I'm…."
"Sorry about that," Harry said, patting Tod's back comforting. "It's really nothing personal or anything like that. But Death does have a reputation to protect."
The sounds of footsteps approaching the bathroom alerted Harry that it was time for them to leave. He put a hand on Tod's shoulder and nodded towards the window.
"We'd better be going back to the home office then," he said just as the knocking on the door began. "This part is always the hardest for the newly deceased."
"Home office?" Tod asked, looking between the shrouded figure of Death and the dark-haired bespectacled boy with the green eyes.
"Yeah," Harry said, smiling as he led the boy into the next world. "You're going to love it there. It's where we come up with all the greatest schemes one could ever think of. Consider yourself part of the team, Tod."
Death would argue later on that evening that it was a rather bad idea to have the ones they took to join their team. But Harry would reassure him that everything would work out perfectly in the end.
I hope you all enjoyed the first chapter of The Adventures of Harry and Death as much as I enjoyed writing it. This is my first foray into writing for the Final Destination fandom. So, the characters might not be quite in character.