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AN. Updated as of 6/23/2013

Harry Potter POV:

I glared tiredly at the human in front of me, not that it noticed. It had been a long time sense I had last seen one. Time in the nevermore changes radically. The thirty-second difference it took to get to this world from mine was the equivalent of thirty thousand years. Of all those years I was awake for just five hundred years.

I was exhausted from the effort it had taken me to stay in a physical form. On top of that, the spell I had used to get here had taken much out of me, and still was. Even the abundance of death in this dimension was not enough to fully recharge me. From the intimate knowledge I had of my new form, courtesy of the Hallows, it would take at least one year and three months for me to have enough power to cast the spell without draining my magic as much as I just did.
' That sucks.'

Watching the human gape at me I turned to face the one who had called me here, though unintentionally. Her over whelming desire to kill this one human had been enough to call my attention. She had an aura of death around her from the ones she had killed and those she had lost. Oddly enough her soul was literally bound to another preventing her from dieing. I took a steep towards the oddity that was this gargoyle when the worm-er, human called out to me.

" Stop right their mister. Turn around and put your hands on you head. Nice and easy there, don't want me to put these guys on ya, do you?" questioned the human, which I had just figured to be in the police. The two gargoyles behind her got into fighting stances, growling.

" Tut, disgraceful" I said in a cold voice. The three before me looked surprised that I wasn't going crazy over two full-grown gargoyles before me, however the one behind me shot me a look of disgust, she obviously thought a mere human was insulting the gargoyle fighting style. I decided to remedy that.

" You two have fallen from grace, you would serve a human!"

The younger one took a step forward with the grace of a lion and a frown on his face. " No, we do not serve Elisa, we are her friends. I am Goliath, leader of the Manhattan clan, and this is Hudson. Come now, how is it you seem so familiar to gargoyles, most humans who see us react in fear." He questioned me. I let a hollow laugh out, the laugh sounded as brittle and creepy as a death toll, sounding of the end of life. All that could took a step back, while the red head behind me looked quit unnerved.

" I know of your kind Goliath. I know it well. As for why I do not act in fear." A broken smile showed on my face giving an aura of madness, the mask of sanity slipping off. " As you said, humans act that way. And I…" here I threw of my cape, simultaneously transforming into my new form as master of death" am not human!"