"Hey death," said Harry, stretching his arms as he walked through the gates.
It was common knowledge to all the entities that Harry Potter was protected by both Death (though unwilling) and Fate (who was known to give the boy a fair bit of help). Honestly, most of the entities had grown fond of him by now, as he was like the prankster of death, who they all saw as a sort of grandfather figure. Who knew why, as they were all the same age. Anyway, Harry Potter was protected from the evils than ran gates- even though sometimes death wished that he would just leave him alone, the boy was infuriating, fine he was kind of cool and amusing but-
"Hey death- are you inner monologuing again?"
Death turned to look at the boy and his frown deepened.
"No-" he grumbled, "What do you want potter?"
"Oh you know, the norm, annoying you, freaking out dumbledork, and the mirror of erised."
Death stared.
"GET OUT!" he roared, waving his hands like a crazy person. Harry didn't more. Death started to wail.
"Why is it always me-eeeeee?" he cried, black tears leaking from his eyes. As the blackened liquid hit the grass it started to wilt, which gave Harry an idea. With a snap of his fingers he conjured up a mason jar. Death stopped crying.
"What are you doing?" he asked dryly. Harry batted his eyelashes.
"Nothing," he said. Then he grinned and death felt a shiver go down his spine.
"Squidlily, Snarry, Filchmione!" Harry yelled, watching gleefully as Death wailed, the killing liquid dripping into Harry's jar.
"STOP YELLING DISTURBING SHIP NAMES AT ME!"
Harry smirked. "Ok,"
Death looked at him surprised.
"Umbridge in a bikini"
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"