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Harry sighed as he looked around. For an immortal being with the capabilities of traveling between detentions, he was always surprised when he was able to encounter new things. This universe didn't seem new though. It appears he was in a muggle town in the U.S. judging by the accents and sometime during the 21st century. Modern technology at least, he comforted himself with the thought. As he waited for Death to appear and introduce him to this new world, and explain the sudden change of venue, he decided to walk around. The only good thing Harry was able to find so far was a park, upon closer inspection, he realized that this park was literally named "The Park."

With a shrugged he entered the area. At first glance, the park seemed totally normal, but Harry had lived long enough to know that first impressions are often wrong. He took out the elder wand and cast a few quick diagnostic spells, everything came back normal. He hummed to himself, figuring that maybe this is truly a world without magic that he could relax in. His hopes were quickly dashed though when he turned his head slightly and caught sight of two young adults running past him, checking the direction they were coming from Harry cursed and began running with them.

"Any reason that woman is chasing you chaps and ruining this park?" Harry shouted over to the man in the blue hoodie closest to him.

"Starla is just angry I broke up with her," The boy in the blue hoodie shouted back, "We were just trying to get her back together with Muscle Man"

Harry stared at him for a second trying to put the words he heard into a lead gable message. Before he had to look forward again to stop a tree from hitting him in the face. "Bloody hell, all this for a date" he whispered to himself. Upon closer inspection, maybe this wasn't such a muggle world, clearly, the level of destruction from this woman couldn't be through just muggle means. All of a sudden the destruction vanished, Harry turned around to see two individuals making out, the women from earlier, Starla, and who Harry was assuming to be Muscle Man. It was an entirely off-putting sight.

The two men Harry had been running with earlier had also seemed to stop, which afforded Harry the opportunity to get a better look at them. The one who had spoken earlier was slender and slightly above average height; he had blue-dyed hair, a blue hoodie, and blue jeans. "Mordecai," he said offering his hand.

"Harry" Harry replied while shaking the offered hand.

Looking slightly to the right, the other man was smaller than average at around 5 foot 5 and was wearing a brown shirt and sweatpants. Harry tried to figure out how the man's glasses could have stayed on through all the running. "Rigby, nice to meet you, Harry," Rigby shouted from beside Mordecai.

"MORDECAI AND RIGBY, WHAT DID YOU DO?" A voice shouted from behind them. Turning around Harry saw a middle-aged man with a clipboard running towards them. His face was as red as the shorts he was wearing. "WHY IS THE HOUSE DESTROYED."

Harry was about to butt in with an explanation when another person caught his eye. He seemed to be in his late thirties but had white dreadlocks. He was tall, very, very tall. And built like a brick house, his white shirt seemed painted on. The man skipped over to the group and seemed to calm everyone down, talking it over with the red-faced man. Harry couldn't hear a word the man said over his appearance and the feel of magical aura coming off of him. The magic felt familiar to Harry, but Harry couldn't figure out why this man had death magic surrounding him. He tried to push all this away and focus on the conversation, only to realize all eyes were now on him.

"Ummmmm, hi, I'm Harry. Did you ask me something?" Harry stated while looking everyone in the eye.

"Ya, why are you here," the red-faced man asked.

"Benson, don't be rude it is a public park," stated the newest member of the party. A round-faced man, in a three-piece suit, despite the heat. "And it is such a lovely day," he finished with a sigh.

"Harry this is Benson, Skips, and Pops" Mordecai introduced, pointing to each man as he said their names. "Benson, Harry was in the park and started running with us when Starla started barreling towards him."

"Don't mind me," Harry tried, "I'm waiting to meet with someone. I'll just be over there." He pointed at a nearby bench and started to move towards it.

This is as good a place as any to wait for death, Harry thought. At least this universe was having a sunny day. Who knows when death would stop by and inform Harry of why he came to be in this universe. Clearly, there were signs of magic, but nothing too out of the usual. The first thing to figure out while he waited was if there is a separation of magic and muggle. Skips didn't seem to be using magic openly, but that brings the situation back to Starla and her path of destruction. It would probably take more than one afternoon to find out about the separation, he thought. However, no sooner from the thought passing into his mind was the answer discovered.

In the form of a car driving out of a portal. No one flinched much to Harry's surprise. Death stepped out of the car, or at least some form of Death. "Harry! Good to see you, I see you've met Skips already. Great that saves me some trouble. I'm going to need you to help these guys stay out of trouble and maybe run some training exercises or whatever. Anyway, I've got to go, Thomas is waiting at home for me." With those parting words, Death reversed his car back into the portal it came from.

Looking over at the group, which now had their eyes also on him, Harry waved shyly and ask "So are you hiring? It seems I'll be here for a while."

Benson closed his eyes and exhaled clearly trying to calm himself, "We do have a free bedroom, and Mordecai and Rigby always leave work needing to be done." He ended this with another sigh and hit his forehead with the clipboard he was carrying.

Looks like that covers room, paychecks, and why he was in this universe. It also brought up questions of why Death was so aquatinted with Skips, and what Pops needed training for. Only time would tell though.