Fate's Ripple
A/N; SLASH WARNING; I've made an executive decision with this story and decided to give in to my original plans of combining the three main worlds in the story. If you don't like the idea of Harry having a boyfriend then I apologise for that but you really shouldn't be shocked since most of my other stories have the same theme.
Chapter 5; Spirits and Attraction
Harry watched without emotion as Tru Davis hugged her brother tightly shocking him intensely. She barely pulled back long enough to tell him what had happened. About his warning and the 'accident' that had killed Davies in the morgue and his words to her that triggered the rewind.
"Help Destiny?" Harrison asked in disbelief. "What kind of warning is that?"
"You're the one that he talked to!" Tru countered.
"And I don't even remember what he told me." Harrison growled. Harry chuckled to himself. "It's creepy."
"Tell me about it. I've never been so scared. Everything in the office was going crazy, loads of things could have been fatal but it was me pushing him out of the way that killed him." Tru sighed. Harrison hugged her.
"It wasn't your fault." Harrison promised her.
"Davies said the same thing this morning though he was more interested in how he died then why." Tru rolled her eyes. "You know what's weird, I think whoever he is, he's still around."
"Who ever he is?" Harrison frowned. "What I want to know is how he got from me in the Graveyard to you at the office so fast."
"Not to mention how he got so many of the office things to do that when simply turning up and stabbing Davies with a knife would have done the job." Tru sighed. "Are you still going to the funeral later?"
"Yeah." Harrison sighed.
"I'll come with you, maybe 'Harry' will show up again." Tru suggested.
He had no plan to do anything of the kind but his task here was done for the time being. Until the Echo arrived Harry didn't need to have anything to do with this place. They would all find out what Death truly was later. Harry vanished from the city and headed for his next target.
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Grandview
Harry and Death both appeared in the small town square in a flash of identical skulls and they took in the scene even as they hid their presence from even the numerous spirits in the area. Spirits were different to their normal souls. They were people who had died unnaturally but still within the Grand Design but had some purpose on Earth to do with the Grand Design. Death could removed them through the vortex if their purpose was no longer necessary but normally they were simply ignored. There were several families who passed on the ability to see these ghosts and Harry and Death knew that one of those humans was here in Grandview. They had both felt the souls being crossed over on occasion.
There was a reason for their presence there though. Recently the spirits had come into stronger powers, they had been causing physical damage to the world far easier than they should and the Angels of Destiny believed that it could be something to do with the Deviant.
They'd come so that Harry could get to know the Spirit Whisperer, Melinda Gordon, and if he could open her eyes to the Grand Design a little along the way then all the better. Harry looked around the numerous spirit that had stopped to take an interest in the proceedings. Evidently the town Judge was being awarded though by the looks of a particular spirit not everyone was happy with the idea.
The spirit in question was called Ely. He'd been murdered years passed and the crime had been overlooked by the racist judge because the murderer had been from a powerful family. Ely seemed rather angry and was venting all of that anger at the Judge. Normally that could lead to an unnerved feeling for the living person or a cracked or frosted window but Harry and Death both felt the power rise around the human and his heart began to beat erratically.
"Stop!" A woman, Melinda Gordon, screamed across the crowd even as they noticed the Judge starting to collapse. Harry glanced sideways at Death who nodded and in an instant had transported across the square so that all of the spirits, including Ely could see him. Cries of shock rippled through the spirits even as Melinda came to a screeching halt as she caught sight of Death and his billowing cloak of shadow. His very presence seemed menacing as he warned the spirit to retreat. Ely went pale and glanced across the square at two spirits on the far side. He vanished in a cloud but Harry barely noticed as he caught sight of the spirit that Ely had looked to.
"Be gone!" Harry shouted and clapped his hands. Windows shuddered as his power over death rippled across the square and Harry rushed forwards to the fearful spirit who vanished into the shadows. Harry turned to Death and saw Melinda looking at him in confusion. He held her gaze before transporting himself to the Ghostly Plain knowing that Death would follow.
"That was the Deviant." Harry spun on Death.
"You are sure?" Death asked.
"I felt the Deviant's power but it wasn't his spirit." Harry growled but then calmed himself and thought about it. Death shuttered his eyes as the two thought about it. Eventually Harry spoke. "The Deviant has made an agreement with this spirit to collect souls for him. We can't kill this spirit to release the souls so they will have to choose to go with him or crossover."
"This fight between spirit and Whisperer is already part of the Design but if the Deviant is planning on feeding on the souls then we must also get involved." Death told him.
"I will keep an eye on her for the time being." Harry nodded.
"Keep your eyes open." Death warned him. "The spirit won't risk a direct confrontation with either of us but he may find a way to get around us."
Harry nodded and vanished from sight.
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A few days later
He appeared in a small shop in Grandview called 'As is never was Antiques' and he looked around the quaint place with a grin. It had been several days since the incident in the square and Ely had crossed over after getting over his issues. It always helped for the spirits to see Death lingering so closely to their haunts. The shop was empty apart from the two co-owners, Melinda Gordon and Andrea Marino, and he decided to have some fun with them.
It wasn't all for fun really but he needed to get his point across and appearing in thin air never had the same effect as scaring somebody out of their mind first. The radio flicked on to play an old English song that Harry had always liked. It was about a boy who's family hated him though Harry twisted the song to have screaming in the background.
Melinda reached over and shut it off but Harry simply switched it back on again. "Why do these things always have to happen when I'm around?" Andrea asked sardonically. She evidently knew about Melinda's gift. Melinda sighed and yanked out the plug.
Harry chuckled silently and made it play again. This time Melinda stared at it though she wasn't impressed. Maybe this would be harder than Harry thought. The room went pitch black for both of them and Andrea screamed and smacked her leg into the desk. Harry brushed a hand across the back of Andrea's neck and then flashed an image of a bloody skull in the centre of the room making even Melinda cry out in shook.
"Stop it!" Melinda shouted. Harry did. The room brightened but both looked slightly shaken especially Andrea who was shaking.
"What was that?"
"You saw that?" Melinda was shocked and rightly so, any vision like that should have only been visible to the Whisperer.
"I felt something brush the back of my neck and a bloody skull." Andrea admitted shaken as Melinda crossed the room to shut up the shop. Harry flicked his hand and the front door locked and the sign flipped over to show the word 'closed' to the rest of the world.
"I think it wants help." Melinda told her friend who rose her eyebrows up at the statement.
"Does it have to scare me too?" Andrea asked.
"What do you want?" Melinda asked into the room. Harry flipped on the music again and this time sent a chill through the air. "Why don't you show yourself?"
Harry was tempted but simply stood behind Andrea and let his shadow self take form. Melinda took a moment to see the shadow but when she did she started motioning for Andrea to move away from the counter. Andrea turned to look at Harry but couldn't see anything. Harry flowed over the counter and down to the floor before vanishing.
"Wait!" Melinda cried but Harry was behind her again. He touched her head and sent a chill through her as well as a vision that he knew was incredibly nasty. His Uncle's face just moments before he plunged the knife into him. She screamed and yanked herself forwards and around to stare at Harry in horror who was now visible to her. Harry chuckled sending another chill through the air. "Who are you?"
"You can see him?" Andrea asked.
"Yeah, and he's not like the rest. He showed me his death on purpose. Why?" Melinda turned to Harry.
"Because you had to know." Harry told her with a slightly grin before he moved across the room in an instant showing his skull transport to her.
"What's your name?" She asked him.
Harry paused and considered her for a moment. "My name was Harry Potter." He told her honestly. They'd already decided between them that letting her search out his death would make this run more smoothly. "But I don't go by that any more."
"Why don't you look and act like a normal spirit?"
"Because I'm not." Harry whispered in her ear before becoming invisible again.
"Oh god Melinda." Andrea gasped.
"What?" Melinda frowned at her.
"I heard that." She said.
"What?"
"I heard him say he wasn't a normal spirit!" Andrea went white.
Melinda frowned in confusion but shook her head. "Can you look after the shop? I need to do some research."
Harry grinned and couldn't help but brush his hand over Andrea's neck again just as Melinda left the shop. "Stop that!" Andrea yelled and dashed into the back. Probably for a scarf.
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"Was the teasing really necessary?" Death asked him.
"She's more likely to do some research if she thinks I am going to disrupt her life." Harry told his mentor as they both stood in Melinda Gordon's kitchen watching as her husband Jim tossed a salad for dinner. Melinda had just arrived and Harry knew that she had asked her husband, a paramedic, to look into the name Harry Potter. He also knew that Jim had found something.
"That is true." Death agreed. "Though I am not one hundred percent certain as to the reason for having her know your past. It is of no consequence to the present."
"But it will open her eyes to the reality of the paranormal." Harry told him. "So far she only knows of spirits, the Beyond and she has had one encounter with an Angel."
"I see your point." Death nodded before transporting himself from the room.
"Hey honey, I called a friend in the city about that Potter kid you told me about." Jim told her.
"Oh?" Melinda paused in her attempts to open a bottle of apple juice. "Did you find anything?"
"You sure you want to know this?" Jim asked. "It was a really big deal thirteen years ago."
"Thirteen years?" She asked.
"That was when it happened. It was all over the news in England. They completely reformed child services over it." Jim paused in his salad preparing for a moment to look at her attempts with the bottle.
She drew her hands away from him declaring that she'd manage eventually. Harry chuckled. "I still need to know. He came to me for help and I need to know why he freaked me and Andrea out."
"He freaked Andrea out?" Jim frowned. "What with moving items and stuff?"
"She saw the vision he showed me. A bloody skull." Melinda sighed. "So what happened?"
Jim winced and Harry knew what was coming though he had gotten over it a long time ago. He'd even passed his Uncle's soul on to the beyond. He wasn't so far gone after ten years in prison that he didn't have a place in the Beyond. "He was omitted into the Royal Surrey Accident and Emergency with a two broken limbs, his left rib cage was collapsed and he had eight stab wounds in his chest and abdomen." Jim paused and dumped the salad into a bowl ready for dinner as he thought to himself. "He was eighteen years old."
Melinda frowned and looked up at her husband. "Was he attacked?"
"By his Uncle, his mother's sister's husband." Jim sighed. "The man was locked up until he died of a heart condition three years ago. It was a big deal over there because the police found reports that it had been going on in the holidays for his entire life and nobody spotted it."
"Or paid attention to what it was." Melinda sighed. "Why did you want me to know that?"
"Huh?"
"Not you."
"We're with ghost?" Jim asked.
"I don't feel anything but I didn't earlier either." Melinda told him. "But normally when you talk about their death like we have they hear it and come."
Harry chuckled and his voice echoed through the room as he let himself appear to Melinda only. He'd leave Jim until he really needed to pull out all the stops. "I see you did your research then."
"Is that what you wanted me to know?" Melinda asked.
"Kind of." Harry shrugged.
"Why do you need my help? Do you need help crossing over?" Melinda asked. "You don't feel like the other spirits."
"You're cleverer than the other Whisperers." Harry chuckled. "I'm here because I might need your help and you will need mine in the coming times."
"What do you need?" Melinda asked. "Can't you see the light?"
"Oh I can if I want to. I've been through it a lot but my place isn't there, it's here. I have a task to do just like you do."
"No spirit belongs here." Melinda told him.
"I'm not a spirit." Harry transported himself across the room and lifted the apple juice from her hand. Jim back pedalled rapidly as the bottle lifted from his wife's hand. Harry twisted off the lid and then set it back into her shocked hands.
"Wait I saw you in the square the other day. You appeared with that other man in the black cloak." Melinda frowned. "The spirits ran from you. Why are they scared of you?"
"Not so much scared as they don't wish for what I offer yet." Harry told her.
"What do you offer?" Melinda asked him.
"The same as you." Harry told her with a kind look. "You wont see me again until I'm needed but when I do appear you had better take cover. Oh and Melinda, beware the spirit in the hat. He is but a puppet compared to myself and my friend but his Master is not somebody to toy with."
"I don't understand."
"My whisperer, understanding is like wisdom, it comes in time and not always when we want it." Harry chuckled before reaching out to the side and patting Jim on the head before vanishing just as the man scampered backwards in horror like a kid who just got his hair messed up.
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A few days later
Harry appeared once again in Grandview on the tail of the disaster of the year. He had shown himself to Tru Davies and the Charmed Ones again though he'd only talked to the Charmed Ones after they had summoned him over the lack of activity all of a sudden. The Deviant's servants had been absent throughout the world since Harry and Death had seen the Deviant's spirit.
The last of the flames were dying out all across the field as Harry walked through the debris and through the spirits of all of the dead. "Harry?" He turned and looked at the speaker even though he had been waiting for it. "What are you doing here?"
"My Whisperer." Harry smiled at her as if they weren't standing in the middle of a disaster. Harry could see her eyes flashing around the field and knew she wasn't looking at the debris but at the spirits filling every space of the field.
"Why do you call me that?" She frowned at him before averting her eyes from a spirit that walked passed them both.
"It is what you are." Harry told her. "You are a Spirit Whisperer. You work for the Angel of Death."
"What?" Melinda took have a step backwards.
"You once said you were in the life business. Death was just a part of that." Harry told her making her eyes widen. It was her grandmother's saying. "The Angel of Death is just a larger part of this world that guides all people through Death."
"But why are you saying I'm your Whisperer?" Melinda asked.
"I am Death, my Whisperer." Harry said before transporting himself to her shoulder and between her and a small child who was stood listening to them. A child who Harry knew didn't know what had happened and didn't care for unfinished business. It was he that Harry was really here for. "I take the souls of the newly dead and convey them to the beyond."
"You're the Light?" She asked and Harry had to thank Death's Appeal for her acceptance.
"I suppose you could say that."
"So why don't you take them all?" Melinda looked close to tears and Harry leaned towards her with a soft smile.
"Sometimes they need to do something else before they leave." Harry told her. "I only take those who cannot benefit from remaining."
"Then why are you here?" Melinda frowned.
"Not all of these souls want to stay." Harry took a half step back and turned to face the small five year old. He held out his hand and the boy shyly tucked his hand into Harry's larger one. "Hi there, Jason."
"Where's my Daddy?" Jason asked. Melinda crouched down beside Harry and he gave her a small smile. "Daddy said he'd meet me when I got off the plane."
"You're Daddy's still waiting for you, Jason, but there's others waiting for you now. Do you know what happened?" Harry asked without taking his eyes from Jason's face.
"The grownups won't talk to me." Jason looked upset for a moment. "Matthew said that but I haven't seen him in ages. Daddy said I shouldn't have to start with."
"Matthew told you about dying didn't he Jason." Harry stated more than asked.
Jason nodded slowly and looked around at all of the wreckage. "Was I in that plane?"
"Yes sweetie, we're so sorry." Melinda gasped out.
"You know what though, Jason. Remember your Daddy told you that you'd see your Mummy again one day, that you'd be with her again some day." Harry asked and got a strange look from Melinda at his tactic for soothing the boy's transition. "And Matthew's waiting for you too just as he promised."
"Can I go?" Jason asked. "I don't like it here."
"Sure Jason." Harry stood and offered the boy a lift. Jason grinned and held up his arms. Harry lifted him and placed him on his hip. "You ready?"
Harry held out his hand to Melinda. "What?"
"I think you need a boost of confidence." Harry told her and shook his hand. "Nobody will notice."
"I'm talking to empty space, I think people might already have noticed." Melinda told him.
"Actually they can all see us, they just wont take notice." Harry grinned at her. He shook his head again. "Come on, you're keeping him from his Afterlife."
Jason giggled and wrapped his hands around Harry's neck as Melinda caved and grabbed Harry's hand. Harry shifted them out of reality and to the Ghostly Realm. The sound of the crash sight faded and the debris vanished. Plain field spread across the area and they stood on the double lane road that cross the fields centre. "Where are we?" Melinda asked.
"In a kind of limbo." Harry explained. "Souls cross through here on the way to the Afterlife."
Harry raised the hand that held Melinda's own hand and the vortex sprung to life shinning with great beams of light that circled around inside it. Melinda gasped and her hand tightened on Harry's.
"I can't go through there." Melinda looked at him in shock.
"Why's the lady so scared?" Jason asked Harry.
"She's not scared. Just confused." Harry told him and took a step forwards before turning to Melinda with a half smile. "You've dedicated your life to helping people to pass through this. It's about time you feel what it's all about."
She looked worried but eager all at the same time. "I can hear my mommy!" Jason told them with a grin on his face.
"Let's go." Melinda gripped Harry's hand tighter and Harry led the other two through the Vortex, one to stay permanently and the other to just touch the edge of the Beyond before coming back.
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Two days later
Harry stood at the edge of the crowd carefully hidden from anybodies sight as Melinda tried to convince the spirits of the plane crash that it was their destiny to pass through into the Light. Harry could see the Deviant's servant spirit in the centre with Melinda and Jim and a federal agent. The spirits were arguing with Melinda and evidently the Deviant's servant had promised them power and the ability to live forever with their families in return for staying with him on Earth.
Harry was getting tired of the argument. Even though most seemed to side with Melinda there were still some that wanted to stay, those that felt they had no place in the Beyond. "Stay with me and you can be happy for all time! She doesn't even know what it is she speaks of! She has never been there!"
"Enough!" Harry's voice echoed across the clearing before he transported himself into the clearing right in front of the Servant. He snarled and thrust out his hands. The Spirit was yanked into the air by his throat. "You have overstepped your bounds and lied to these spirits."
"Harry?" Melinda gasped.
"Er, honey?" Jim frowned. "Why can I see him?"
"Shouldn't we be?" The Federal Agent asked.
"He's not a spirit." Melinda told him as she watched in awe as Harry held a spirit up by the throat without touching him. "He's the Angel of Death."
"Uh…" Jim gaped. "Ok?"
Melinda touched him on the arm. Harry eyed those around them. "He lied to you all. He has no power to offer you anything, he says that Melinda Gordon has never seen the Beyond and she hasn't but she has felt it. He knows nothing of this as his soul will rest in Hell for eternity." Harry told them all. "He is scared so he remains here but his time is over. His freedom revoked by this one deed."
"Deed?" One asked.
"Attempting to capture your souls for eternity to raise a Deviant from the depths of Hell." Harry clenched his fist tighter and the servant cried out as he began to burn. "A Deviant that would have destroyed all that live on this world, including your families."
Harry seemed to have grown as they watched. He wasn't just a figure in a black cloak, now he was the ultimate power, the spirits felt it down to their very bones and they cringed backwards slightly though they didn't take their eyes off of him. The living there shivered as the power flowed across the scene and light began to flow from the trees. The vortex was opening and with Harry so angry and so many souls in the area it was opening in reality instead of in the Ghostly Realm.
Harry held the servant tightly in his grasp as the spirits slowly walked towards the light and disappeared. To Harry's irritation though not all of the went and a few lingered. He growled at the servant's pained smirk and released him before he promptly vanished with the six souls that had lingered. "Did they all go?" Jim asked. Harry turned to look at him.
"No, some went with the man in the hat." Melinda told them.
"Who are you?" The Federal Agent asked Harry but he was simply ignored as Harry turned to Melinda.
"He isn't the main threat. A being called a Deviant has been gathering what souls he can and whereas we've managed to prevent all of the incidents that we know of he is gaining power." Harry told her. "If he succeeds you must be careful. Your soul is more powerful than most and he will want it."
"What can I do?" Melinda asked.
"I'll protect her." Jim declared.
"As honourable as that is Jim, we had something else in mind." Harry told them.
"We?" Melinda asked.
Harry raised a hand and the Federal Agent slumped to the ground. "Perhaps without the government listening in." Harry told her with a small grin. "We are assigning you some protection."
"What kind of protection?" Jim frowned.
"Keep your mind open." Harry chuckled. "In the mean time, my Whisperer, the servant has one target left here. Guide her through."
"She's my best friend. I will." Melinda nodded. "Thank you."
"No matter how hard this life may seem at times." He told both Melinda and Jim. "It is important and those your helping will always be grateful to you. Be careful."
Harry let himself fade from their vision before vanishing from reality to find the next piece in the plan.
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San Francisco
Death had already warned Harry that he might feel attraction to people even while being an immortal Angel. He'd said that it was a part of life to love someone just like it was a part of life to die. Death was a part of life so it was expected that Death should be able to love. He had been sceptical by the prospect even after he looked into Harrison's destiny and found that he was destined to be more than just a human.
It was therefore quite a shock when he transported himself directly to Christopher Halliwell and found himself embarrassed by the sight of the man in only his boxers. In a strange twist of fate he noted that he had transported himself as a visible spectre and his gasp of surprise made the technically younger, but older looking, man jump around in surprise.
"Wyatt! What have I told you…?" He trailed off as Harry turned to the side as he felt his face flush. "Oh crap." Harry heard scrambling and the sound of hopping but didn't try to look though he found himself tempted to sneak another look at the well defined muscles of the slender man's chest and stomach. "Um…I'm decent now."
"I'm sorry for intruding." Harry winced even as he looked up and felt himself flushing again. He took a steadying breath but forced himself to look at the young man. He had pulled on a creased pair of jeans and a crumpled t-shirt and his hair was utterly mused.
"Aren't you the Angel of Death? We saw you before." Christopher asked.
"I am one of the two current Angels of Death." Harry conceded. "We want to ask a favour of you, Christopher."
"After what you just saw I think Chris is fine." Chris smirked at him and Harry felt his face heating up again. "I didn't know Death had feelings."
"Of course I have feelings, Chris!" Harry frowned at him. "I just didn't realise this was one of them. I haven't felt it since I died."
"Since you died?" Chris frowned as Harry clicked his mouth shut in shock that he had just said that.
"Look, it isn't a simple thing to explain. I was born with the purpose of becoming the next Angel of Death, I died and now I make sure people pass on." Harry told him. "The rest of this type of thing is just as strange to me as it is to a normal person."
Chris took a sly step forwards evidently enjoying himself. "You're attracted to me?" Chris asked. Harry stepped backwards and hit the wall with a solid thump.
"I don't know." Harry admitted.
Chris smirked and took another step forwards closing the gap between them. For an instant Harry thought Chris was going to push himself against Harry but instead he leaned forwards and kissed him. Harry's mouth opened in shock and he found himself returning the kiss before he realised what he was doing. His hands came up and caught the edge of Chris' hastily put on shirt and placed his hands on his stomach. As soon as Harry's hands touched skin he pulled back and transported himself across the room shocking Chris with the lingering image of a skull.
"I'm Death, Chris." Harry stated from behind the living witch making him jump around. Chris was flustered and his lips were swollen. At least Harry knew he had liked the kiss too. "What are you doing?"
"I don't know. I feel attracted to you." Chris admitted. "I've never felt it this fast before."
"I've never felt it at all." Harry said quietly. "I was killed at eighteen."
Chris sat on the side of the bed and looked up at Harry earnestly. "Tell me how you died?"
Harry frowned but he'd gotten over his death a long time ago. "My Uncle hated me for being a Wizard. I was supposed to kill a Dark Lord but I wanted to say goodbye to my childhood. He insulted me, my parents, everything. I lost control of my magic and he lost control of his temper. He broke my body and he stabbed me again and again until the police dragged him off of me." Chris just watched him with an understanding face. "I died in the hospital surrounded by people who wanted me to live and watched by the police officer who's son was the first soul I took to the Beyond."
"I don't blame you for wanting to feel attracted to somebody. It just took me by surprise that somebody would find me attractive. Everybody just hunts down my brother and never even look at me." Chris admitted. "It just struck me all of a sudden."
Harry shut his eyes and pulled himself upright. "I came here because you have been chosen to guard a charge. An important one." Harry told him. "The Deviant has been targeting Earthbound spirits and in particular a Spirit Whisperer in Grandview. We need you to protect her. Tell her about magic, about Whitelighters, about your family, about anything you want. Protect her and her husband even if it takes all of your family."
"Is she really important?" Chris said.
"As important as the rest of the players in this fight but she is defenceless against magic as is two other players though we have a plan for them too." Harry told him cryptically.
"You guys have been busy." Chris chuckled.
"It's surprising what you can get done when you don't need to eat or sleep and can stand on the top of Mount Everest and relax." Harry told him with a straight face.
"You might not need to eat or sleep but I bet there's some things you do need." Chris laughed as Harry went red again and turned to try to hide it. When he turned back to face him, Chris was standing right in front of him and kissed him again. "Seriously, think about it."
"You don't care that I'm dead?" Harry rose his eyebrows up.
"So was my dad when I was born." Chris laughed. Harry blinked. "Seriously."
Harry shuttered his eyes for a moment before meeting Chris' eyes for a moment. "Her name is Melinda Gordon, you can find her at an Antique store in Grandview's central square." Harry told him eventually trying to avoid the topic now that he'd fallen in the middle of it without warning.
Chris looked at his feet. "I'm sorry if I'm coming across too hard but it was you that appeared in my room when I was almost completely naked. It's a defensive reaction."
Harry gave a small smile and cupped the back of Chris' neck with his hand. He brought his head forwards and gave him a lingering kiss before he vanished from sight. Harry shook his head to clear his traitorous emotions before looking up at the pale coloured ceiling of the Ghostly Plain's version of Chris' room. "Death!"
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