Harry sat on a tombstone, legs swinging back and forth. The letters Harold Potter – Beloved husband and father were carved in said stone.
In front of him stood a tall, pale man. One could say he was quite handsome, but that didn't really matter, because that man Death himself. Well, one of Death's human-forms in fact.
„What do you want to do tonight?", asked Harry and hopped of the stone.
„Steal some food from a supermarket and get you some food! Seriously, you need to gain a bit weight, Harry.", Death replied in his cold, cold voice. Harry used to shiver everytime Death spoke, but he was okay with it now.
„Says the skeleton. Yeah, I get the joke.", Harry said dryly. „I wanna talk to Harold."
„Want to.", Death corrected.
„You're not my mother!", Harry shot back.
„And that I am very happy about! Now annoy Harold."
Harry stroke the tombstone fondly and let a bit magic flow. A soft rumble answered (not from the stone, idiot!) and soon the two of them were joined by a rather transparent-looking man who floated lazily in the air.
Harry pulled the ghost in a conversation about a potion he had read of lately and Death vanished with one last glance at his little ward.
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