I woke up to a slate shade of gray. Everything looked the same where I was at. Just the same, dull gray colour.
"You killed yourself," a voice said from my right. My head jerked up, some of the longer black bangs falling over my forehead. "Though the whole girlfriend angle makes you seem pathetic," it continued.
I glared. "Who the hell are you to tell me if I'm pathetic?"
"I'm Death. I tell everyone to call me Drew, though. 'Bout time you got here, too. Cheating me out of a soul is a very bad thing to do. Then again, I doubt you did it on purpose. Did you ever see the black shadow in the corner of the room under all the rubble? If the killing curse didn't kill you, then surely the rubble should have." Drew had black hair that was shoulder length, and black eyes – literally. You couldn't see the pupil if you wanted to.
I shook my head. I never saw a shadow under the rubble. Then again, I was wondering what my family was going on about and if they were okay. Not exactly paying attention to my surroundings. "Why exactly are you telling me this?"
"I have a deal for you."
I narrowed my eyes at him. "What kind of deal?"
"Well, you become a Reaper, then when you collect a specific number of souls, I send you into the afterlife. If you find love, I'll grant you another life."
"I still don't see the deal in there," I said blandly.
"I have less work to do."
"Ah." I paused. "How many souls do you want me to 'reap'?" You could hear the quotation marks.
"Two hundred. If you get good, I might let you get an extension."
"When do I start, and how do I reap anyone?"
"Well, I'll give you the crash course. Come along, Harry."
I've been reading 'Supernatural/Harry Potter' crossovers, and am using the whole 'Reaper' thing from them. Thought I could help it along, since I had no actually plot line idea for this one.