So I couldn't sleep, and I've been pretty stymied on this story for awhile, and then this idea hit me while I was BS'ing with Lily. While she hadn't helped me write it since she is hopefully sleeping right now, she helped me make out the outline, so please do enjoy. After this chapter we'll be heading back to the real world and blitzing through the next few years as the kids grow up and are confronted with the Triwizard tournament, which is going to be a blast since Harry is surrounded by over protective Ladies of Black.
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As her godfather carried her to the infirmary Dancia felt her grasp on her consciousness slip away and quickly fell into a shock induced deep sleep, which following a near death experience was a fairly expected reaction for an eleven year old girl.
Before she could become properly irritated by this turn of events she quickly snapped her eyes open and found herself in an unending white void, something she had only ever experienced once before in her existence.
When she had died, well when Draco had died at the very least. This was...bothersome...
"Before you start wasting precious time trying to put it all together lemme break it down for you quick and simple like. You had a near death experience on Samhain, which brought you to Death's Door, which means we're able to talk to each other across the veil. See? Simple."
Turning around Dancia faced off against a lanky bearded man wearing a Pink Floyd t-shirt and a pair of torn up jeans. Adjusting his glasses he smirked down at the girl before him and nodded once before continuing on.
"Heyya princess, how're things going?"
Dancia stared at him for a full thirty seconds, scowl setting in for a rather long term stay as she cocked her head to the side, "Harry? I mean Draco's Harry, not my Harry?"
He had to resist the urge to cackle at that distinction but nodded quickly, "Right in one snow angel."
"Oh. Good."
She then proceeded to penalty kick him in the dick.
Their was laughter on the wind as a voice that sounded something like ice cracking across a frozen over pond, in the middle of December, during a blizzard wrapped around the now terrified witch.
"YOU HAD THAT COMING MY FORMER MASTER. PLEASE, KICK HIM AGAIN, I FIND IT HIGHLY AMUSING"
Not wanting to upset what she assumed to be Death Dany shrugged and kicked Harry in the dick a second time causing the man to fall over yet again.
Death laughed heavily and she had gained a certain amount of vindication for past slights in the process, win win if she were to be honest with herself.
"So... Before this devolves into a Benny Hill skit what the literal hell is going on here?" Dancia stated as her parasol appeared out of nowhere and landed in her hands. Shrugging she opened it and laid it across her shoulder while gently spinning it between her fingers.
She was getting the rather uneasy feeling Death actually rather liked her and decided to just ignore all the oddities around her, either they were the delusions of her over stressed mind, or the constructs of a bored deity.
Either option was terrifying, and were best left ignored until their revelation was actually pertinent.
Harry sat up and adjusted his glasses while giving Dany a wary glance before replying, "Do you promise not to kick me in the dick again?"
Dancia snorted at that, "Fuck no."
Harry shrugged, "Fair enough. Ok what it boils down to is that nearly dying to Quirrel-"
"Squirrel," Dany interrupted, Harry just laughed at that then nodded in respect.
"Yeah ok that fits, nearly dying to the Squirrel and passing out as you did on Samhain of all nights means you're able to commune with the other side, that's why I'm here."
Dany frowned at that, " You told me it was a one way trip and I wouldn't be able to communicate with those from Draco's timeline."
Harry shrugged, "I lied."
Dany kicked him in the dick again, Death laughed uproariously.
"Will you stop kicking me in the fucking dick and let me explain things!?" He shouted out in annoyance, Dany simply crossed her arms and gave him a cold glare as she waited for him to continue.
Taking a wary step back Harry ran a hand through his hair before continuing on, "I'm trying to help you here damn it! You know about the Horcruxes Drake, I ranted about them enough right?"
She shrugged, "It's Dany, I haven't been Drake in a long time, and yes. I know of them but not what they all are, you never really went into specifics unless you, Gin, or Mia got fired up about them. I know my idiot father has the journal, I know that the necklace is probably with Kreacher, and obviously I know about the diadem. Other than that, it's all I know."
Harry grit his teeth while nodding and began pacing slowly, "Damn it all...I should have clued you in when you were still Draco, as it stands Fate and Destiny are in the fucking way and I can't muck with the grand game without there being... repercussions... FUCK!"
A dustbin manifested itself solely to allow Harry to kick it across the void, Dany, not being foolish decided to play along with Harry's implications on the rules they were governed by and after a few moments of scheming quickly spoke up.
"Can you tell me how many Horcruxes Riddle made?"
Harry sighed while shaking his head, "No."
Nodding she tilted her head to the side while demurely tapping a finger against her chin, "Riddle was obsessed with gathering trophies of value and things being magically equivocal, particularly when the variables were arithmetically inclined yes?"
Harry scowled, then smiled, "Yup!" he stated while popping the 'p'.
"So chances are outside of the journal, and using the necklace and diadem as examples, the other horcruxes are something of historic or monetary value and since everyone knows Herpo the Foul had made three, Riddle would go for broke making either seven, or thirteen to prove his superiority."
Harry was full on grinning now, "One can only assume, of course."
Dany thought about this a few moments before shaking her head slowly, "It would have to be seven, really. Thirteen is just... There wouldn't be anything left to function would there?"
Harry nodded in return, "Not likely."
She let out a tired sigh while shaking her head slowly, "What could they be though?"
Harry looked pensive, glanced about then tapped his forehead lightly, "Could be right under your nose snow angel."
She glared at him then let out a sharp gasp as she realized he was pointing at the long faded scar on his forehead, "No..." she all but whimpered.
"Yeah...I can't tell you more but... You're a smart witch, who has made a life long friendship with the smartest witch of our generation, so I'm sure you'll figure it out. Sadly I can't say any more then that, while Destiny is a lovely lady Fate is a complete bastard and if I give you any more hints he's going to make your life a living hell. It doesn't matter how many Chaos gods the Potters have made pacts with in the past if we earn that brats ire."
Dancia couldn't help laughing at that, "Really? Is that why our lives were so...interesting?"
Harry snickered in return while nodding, "Yup, do yourself a favor and stick close to your Harry, because the Potter Luck is not going away anytime soon."
"Goddamnit."
"Quite, take care old friend, it was great seeing you again and hopefuly next time you won't be so...violent upon our reunion."
"Don't count on it you ass."
Harry waved while chuckling as he faded away, "A man can hope can't he?"
She gave him the two finger salute, which only caused his chuckling to turn into full blown laughter.