An emergency meeting was immediately called to Grimmauld Place. Even with the war being over for almost a year everyone arrived in Harry's kitchen within minutes of the alert going out to the select few he wanted to trust with this information.
Sitting tensely at his creaking dining room table was the entire Malfoy family, Ron, Hermione, and Kingsley.
"I feel like there is a distinct lack of people here for this emergency meeting." Kingsley couldn't help but point out, eyeing the Malfoys warily.
"This meeting pertains to my unfortunate NEWT results, or at least, I am pretty sure it does." Harry fretted, pacing back and forth with nervous energy.
"Harry, darling, come sit and drink your tea." Narcissa coaxed the vibrating young man into a seat as Draco rolled his eyes.
"What happened, mate?" Ron asked concerned, he hadn't seen Harry behave like this in years.
"Well. How do I even begin?" Harry said as he stared at the ceiling. "I am quite sure I wasn't dreaming or hallucinating, we can use a pensive to verify the memories if need be. But I do believe the God? Personified Being? The Entity known as Death, like in the Beadle and Bard story Death decided to visit me in the Black family library about an hour ago."
Everyone was silent for a few moments, just trying to process what Harry had said, while Narcissa lightly rubbed calming circles on Harry's back.
"Mate, what the fuck is your life?" Ron settled on before anyone else could react, causing Harry to laugh but it sounded slightly hysterical.
"I wish I fucking knew," Harry muttered.
"What did uh, Death want from you?" Hermione decided to ask.
"Oh you know, the usual. Had me given him a name so I didn't have to refer to him as just 'Death' y'know? Death then declared I belonged to him now and I am indeed becoming a necromancer like in Cissa's story,"
"I hate to agree with a Weasley, but what the fuck Potter?" Draco groaned.
"I feel like we are missing key elements here. How about you have Kreature retrieve your pensive from the attic, we will view the memory together and then we can tackle this better." Kingsley wisely suggested causing everyone to nod and agree.
One grumpy house elf summons later, the ancient Black pensive sat in the center of the table as Harry extracted the memory from the library earlier to release into the pensive.
"I will wait here with a large glass of fire whiskey while you all view the memory," Harry said as he summoned the bottle of fire whiskey from the cabinet. Both Narcissa and Hermione frowned at him, but no one had the heart to tell Harry he didn't deserve at least one glass after the day, week, month, and year that Harry had had so far.
It didn't take long for them to view the memory either, the encounter with Death wasn't long, but no one saw any signs that it was a dream or a false memory in any way either.
"You failed to mention the immortal entity known as Death also decided to … flirt… with you Mr. Potter," Lucius muttered, looking over the boy with an exasperated glance.
"I wasn't actually positive that Death was flirting with me or just 'claiming' me as the supposed master of death that apparently means the exact opposite," Harry grumbled petulantly.
"Also … Ambrosius Arawn? Seriously Potter? All the names you could call him and you just had to stroke his ego with such a name? Of course, the being decided to flirt with you." Draco groaned, shaking his head.
"Oh shut up. I invited you all here as an emergency 'what do I do now' meeting, not a 'rag on Harry' meeting." Harry snarked back.
"Boys, behave." Narcissa interceded before they could escalate further.
"Well, I have to say that I am glad I conveniently 'misplaced' your NEWT results if this is the trouble we are getting into now. I am not sure there is much we can do other than observe and see what Death actually wants from you, Harry. He didn't seem to want to harm you, if anything we should probably be more concerned over protecting you from sudden defilement and seduction rather than death and torture. Which is a nice if not an odd change of pace." Kingsley joked, grinning wider at the growing blush on Harry's face. Harry thumped his head onto the table with a loud thunk with a groan of embarrassment.
"Only you Harry." Hermione pointed out.
"I wish it wasn't" Harry retorted.
"Do you really mate? I don't even like guys like that and I can tell that this Death is pretty hot and very much your type." Ron said thoughtfully causing everyone to look at him.
"How would you know my type, Ron?! Not that I have one." Harry asked defensively.
"Oh mate, we have been friends for 7 years and shared a dorm for 6 of those years. I knew you were gay years before you did." Ron grinned evilly.
"Okay boys, if we could keep on task." Narcissa reprimanded gently.
"Will your contact be able to help with this situation Cissa?" Harry pleaded, the nickname caused Lucius' eye to twitch slightly.
"I doubt it, Harry. I was skeptical about how helpful she could be, to begin with. I doubt I have contacts with anyone that would A.) believe that Death is real and can appear as a personified person, or B.) have enough old lore knowledge to aid in avoiding an all-powerful and flirtatious entity such as the one you have attracted to yourself." Narcissa spoke thoughtfully.
"Don't say it like that Narcissa, you make it sound as if I have purposefully set out to seduce a God." Harry rolled his eyes but smiled slightly.
"No with your luck you do it on accident." Ron pointed out.
"I suggest we just wait, observe, and see what the entity wants as we continue to research how to control your newfound necromancy skills, Harry. Maybe if you bat your green doe eyes at Death he may give you more helpful tips than us trying to dig through ancient Egyptian scrolls could provide." Kingsley remarked with a growing grin.
Everyone agreed that sounded reasonable much to Harry's chagrin. They all agreed that Harry would send out another alert the next time Death visited him, a fact they were all quite sure would happen again. Then they would evaluate the results of the upcoming confrontations with death to see if the others needed to be made aware of the new chaos infecting Harry's life.
They all left Harry alone again in his house, after taking away his alcohol, and with the parting comment from Ron that maybe getting laid even if it was the personification of Death would be good for Harry in the long run.
Harry would exact his revenge on all of them at a later date.
With everyone gone, Harry couldn't help but think back to the intensity in those violet-colored eyes.
Maybe Harry should take the twins up on their offer to go out to some nightclubs. Lusting after the entity known as Death had to be past a line he shouldn't cross. Was Death a guy or a girl? Did it matter?
Yes. yes, it mattered a little because Harry was very strictly gay after a very horrible, awkward, and embarrassing attempt at sex with the female side of humanity.
Not that any of this rambling inside of his mind mattered because even if Death had decided to make an appearance in his life did not mean anything for Harry or Harry's love (sex) life.
That was at least what Harry spent the next couple of days trying to convince himself of until he was quite suddenly intruded upon.
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Harry was enjoying a relaxing evening in the newly renovated master bath when Death decided to make his next reappearance.
Others might say it was on purpose to catch Harry while he was naked in the bath.
Harry would just turn red and sputter denials.
"Hello, again my darling necromancer." That familiar raspy voice echoed in the large master bathroom startling Harry into nearly drowning himself on accident. Not that Death would have allowed Harry to die.
"A-Ambrosius!" Harry gasped out as he cleared the bath water from his unprepared lungs. "U-uh what are you doing here in the middle of my bath?"
"Just visiting. Wanted to see your lovely face once again as I will be quite busy this weekend in another part of the world handling a mass murder." Ambrosius's cool hand ran through Harry's wet curly hair soothingly. Harry was unsure how to handle a stranger yet powerful magical entity intruding on his bath while he was naked and then proceeding to touch him as his brain decided to short-circuit instead.
"I-is that so?" Harry finally settled on.
"Mmm, stay away from East Londen if you decide to go out over the weekend. I would hate to have to come to patch you up if you got caught in the crossfire."
"Crossfire? Wait what crossfire?!" Harry couldn't stop his savior complex if he actually wanted to.
"Oh, nothing to worry your pretty head about darling. Just some muggles having a disagreement over drugs." Ambrosius stepped closer to Harry which just made Harry very aware that the longer he sat in the bath, the more bubbles began to disappear from the top of the bath water currently shielding his dignity. "I see you have many questions to go along with your many human hang-ups on propriety. We will have to discuss them at a later date as I am needed elsewhere. But you will find a notebook on your bedside table that will allow you to contact me no matter what time it is or where I am."
"That is uh, quite kind of you." Harry squeaked out causing Ambrosius to chuckle at him.
"I really must be going, please take care of yourself darling necromancer." Ambrosius almost purred, stealing another kiss on Harry's cheek before disappearing from the bathroom.
It took a handjob and several breathing exercises afterward to feel calm enough to alert everyone of what happened, but no one would be allowed to see this memory that was for damn sure.