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The next time Remus woke up, he was at his house. He sighed. Harry's boss must have needed him out of the house. Remus had seen her once, when she had come over to tell Harry that there had been a change in plans. He would be missing through half of the Hogwarts year because he needed special training.

Odd looking young woman, she had been. Black dress pants, a white blouse, sandals, and dark green hair pulled up into a ponytail. She also had smelled funny, kinda like a vampire, but not.

Well, if it had been nighttime, Remus would have thought she was a vampire, but it had been lunch time, and she had been walking around in broad daylight. Also, she had told Remus to keep quiet, Harry's work was top-secret, and if Remus blabbed, Harry would have to be the one to execute him. Execute.

Remus shuttered. Whoever Harry worked for, they didn't play around.

fast-forward, because the narrator is impatient like that.

"Okay." Harry murmured to his team as they stood outside a house they were going to storm. The person inside had evaded all grim reapers who went after him, and he had a posse of people who had done the same. This was Harry's graduation test, if he didn't put the bad guys to rest, he failed.

"Now; Andrew, Michael, Donna, and Bradd: you guys will be coming in from the back and take them while they're surprised. Robert, you run in and distract them by making elephant sounds and I'll go in and distract them by making duck sounds." by the end of this, all of them were looking at him like he was insane. But Harry knew better. He was mentally unstable. Huge difference.

Raising his right hand and counting to three on his fingers, Harry and Robert kicked down the door and ran in screaming "BRRRRRUUHHH!!!" and "QUACK! QUAAACK!" like idiots, although they did accomplish it. They confused the enemy long enough to apprehend them.

At the headquarters, where the entire department had been watching on a big screen TV, they gave Harry some of the strangest looks, but reluctantly told him he passed. A lot of them told him to go to the infirmary, just in case.

"He doesn't need to go." Jev said, breaking through the crowd. "We already know his death rattled whatever brains he had left." with this insult said, she handed Harry the graduation documents, proclaiming him a Shinigami. "Your partner will meet you when you get back to Earth."

Harry sighed. Why couldn't he meet this partner now?

"Is there a problem?" Jev asked, eyeing Harry evilly. Harry just held up his hands and backed off, soon turning tail and running right through a window. Harry grinned as he did a freefall.

Then, Harry noticed that an airplane was just beneath him. Naturally, he couldn't help himself. He just had to do it.

Landing on the big front window of the plane, the ones the airplane pilots looked out of, he laid himself flat against the window and began to make faces at them.

Pilots place where they fly the plane.

"Harold…" John said, staring at what had just landed on their window. Harold!" he shouted, getting the older mans attention. The man looked up just in time to see Harry stick out his tongue and, by accident, lick the glass. Bad thing; at the altitude they were in, the window was cold.

It's like licking a frozen pole in winter. Harry's eyes widened and he pulled out a red erasable marker from his jeans pocket. Popping off the cap, he wrote; 'HELP! I'M STUCK!'

One thing Harry hadn't accounted for; the pilots…they needed a mirror.

"Watcha reckon he's doin, John?" Harold asked, staring wide eyed at the teenager that had just hitched a ride with them outside the plane. The teen was now writing something out on the window with an erasable marker.

"I dunno…wanna take some pictures?"

"Sure."

short, i know. but i felt that i should end it there. and yes; Harry did receive a concussion when he died. it messed him up, and being dead, well...he doesn't have so much stress. and Jev is a bad, bad influence. :D