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To phoenixfyre2552: not really sure, if it happens it happens, not leaning either way though

It was a generically normal day in a normal everyday village. People were walking down streets chatting to each other. There were birds in the sky, dogs barking and small children making a general nuisance of themselves. There was also a Master of Death spirit muttering angrily at himself sitting on the roof of one of the houses.

"How was I supposed to know the woman was pregnant? It's not like she was showing or anything. No need to liquefy my brain you stupid magic."

The day hadn't started off very well for Harry. As he had soon found out, trying to stop a butterfly from doing their job was an extremely painful thing to do, but he had been rightfully confused when two empty butterflies had tried to enter the body. After the painful message and fixing the problem he had exited the building, more depressed than normal as this had been the first time he had been present for the death of a child.

Eventually, he got over the headache and decided to go explore the village a little.

It seemed like the world he had been spat out into was much younger than the one he had left. People where still living in huts and there was no machinery of any kind, they were still living off the land. Harry had never really been one for history, so seeing all the differences and knowing the changes to come interested him quite a bit.

As he walked through the village Harry came across a group of four children playing in the street and couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness in his heart. He had never had that sort of fun filled childhood and it was a longing he still carried. Smiling sadly he carried on walking but noticed a boy sitting on a nearby rock, watching the kids play with a familiar look of longing on his face. Harry ended up drifting towards him, unable to stop himself, trying to bring comfort with company, even if he couldn't be seen.

Nearing the child, he could see that the boy was around ten years old but was rather thin and sickly. Quickly glancing back at the other children, Harry took note on their appearance. As they looked to be normal and healthy he discarded the thought that the village was having a hard time food wise. The clothes that all the children wore fit them well and looked well cared for, even the sickly child's. This coupled with the fact that he felt drawn to the boy set off an uneasy pang in his heart and Harry dearly hoped that he was wrong. Lost in his morbid thoughts, he didn't realise that he had managed to walk right up to the boy and was now sat next to him on the rock.

After a while, he took note of his surroundings again and saw that the children who had been playing were now nowhere to be seen. It seemed like he had been lost in thought for quite a while. Harry quickly glanced to his side to see if the sickly child had stayed, berating himself for letting his guard down, even if he had no hunters in this world. Seeing the child looking at him he relaxed, comforted in the fact that he hadn't been so far gone as to not notice someone next to him leaving.

It was a few moments before what he had just seen penetrated his thoughts.

Quickly turning back to the kid he saw that he was still looking at him, with a very confused look in his eyes.

Harry's eyes widened and he couldn't help himself; he waved his hand slowly in front of the kids face and watched in awe as the eyes followed his hand before darting back to his face even more confused than before.

"Mister?"

Seeing and hearing that his presence had been noted after coming to grips with the fact that he thought he wouldn't ever be was quite a shock to his system. Meaning that his brain crashed and that he gaped like a fish at the kid.

In proving this, Harry blurted out a very sensible sentence according to his state of mind.

"Y-you can see me?"

He succeeded in confusing the poor child even further and gained a queer look for his troubles.

"Ye-es, you are sitting right next to me, it's not like you're hiding."

As they stared at one another, several things started to add together in Harry's mind.

He felt a pull towards the kid. The kid could see him. His purpose in this world was as the Master of Death.

He felt his heart being crushed in the grips of a vice.

How was he going to tell this child looking at him with such innocent eyes that had been so much like his own when he was young?

The kid probably knew that there was something wrong with him, that he wasn't healthy like the other kids.

But how do you tell a kid that they were going to die soon?

That you had been drawn to him because you were going to take his soul?

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