"Aah yes, harry potter, dead once more" Death bowed and gave a sigh, "what is it now?"
Harry grinned and playfully gasped. "Me, want anything from you?"
Death rolled his eyes. "Get a move on, I have a pedicure at 6 and I don't want to miss it."
"Okay fine-" said Harry "Instead of a new life, I would like to repeat one of my old ones." Harry batted his eyelashes. "Is that acceptable oh Deathy poo?"
"And what-" asked Death, rubbing his temples, "is the reason for this requested?"
Harry nodded reassuringly, "It's a very serious reason indeed, rest assured" he consoled. "Very, very, necessary, definitely needed-"
"Potter-"
"Wait, I am not done." Harry interrupted, "my official reason shall hereby be stated as-"
Death tried hard not to strangle the boy, but sometimes it was just too much, sometimes-
"Shits and giggles."
"You know what!" said Death, "yes, fine, whatever, just go away!"
"But wait," declared a grinning harry, pirouetting across the large black room "What about my boon?"
"I, death, hereby give you the boon of extreme magical power and remarkably realistic acting" granted death impatiently.
Harry nudged him on, winking.
"And you can remember everything, Happy now!?"
"Very-" the boy said, and grinned "I am satisfied thank-"
With a 'pop' the boy was gone.
'Good riddance' thought Death 'i swear if I wasn't immortal, that kid would've killed me already'
