Harry the Reaper ch.4
Today was the first day of classes, and the reapers were excited for the new day.
"Grell~ are you ready to traumatize the little brats in our class?" Undertaker asked as he walked into Grell's room, said reaper paused in searching through his closet.
Grell chuckled at his friend, "Yes, I'm sure that it will be fun for you. Now if we want to get to class on time to make a dramatic entrance, I suggest you leave so I can change." Going back to choosing his outfit for the day. Undertaker walked to the other reapers bed, plopping himself down on Grell's king size bed.
"Why? I've seen you without clothes plenty of times when we went on missions together. And I really don't feel like moving right now. Your bed is way too soft for me to leave." He commented as he got comfy on Grell's bed.
Grell thought about it for a moment before realizing that he was correct about it so he simply shrugged. He was in the middle of sliding off his shirt about to reveal an expanse of silky skin when-
BANG!
Grell spun toward his doorway wondering who barged in.
"Ah Mr. Undertaker, there you are. I need your help concerning some things on your lesson plan for your first class." William announced grabbing and dragging the protesting ex-reaper out of the room.
"Good morning Grell, I hope to see you at breakfast this morning," was all that was said from William before the door was promptly shut.
Grell just stood there bewildered before shaking his head and going back to changing. 'At least I finally have some peace and quiet to change. Wait, didn't we already discuss everything in our lesson plans yesterday? Maybe they decided to talk about how we were supposed to introduce ourselves to the class.'
Grell shrugged, he would find out later what they were discussing.
Walking into the common room, he saw that Undertaker was being surrounded by the rest of the other males, currently being shook like a rag doll around the throat by William. The demon butlers were throwing their cutlery at the silver reaper causing little cuts to decorate his body as Alois was egging the three older men on. Ciel simply tried to ignore the rest of the group as he sat drinking his tea.
"What is going on here?" His voice cut through the chaos in the room. Everyone froze after having heard who entered the room.
"Ah, Grell, these gentlemen were simply telling me that watch-"Undertaker began before he was cut off from Sebastian's hand over his mouth.
"We were simply suggesting different situations that could happen on the battlefield that he could discuss in class." Sebastian said with a smile on his face.
Grell looked at them suspiciously, making the group sweat a little bit nervously, before nodding at them. "Alright then, but do hurry up as we have to make it to breakfast on time before heading to class."
"But of course." Claude answered with a fake smile. The red head didn't see Undertaker signaling for his help behind his back as Grell left the room, as the rest closed in on the silver haired reaper before the door seemed to close ominously for the tortured man. While the young ones in the group quietly slipped out from the room.
Grell paused in the middle of the empty hallway.
"Is there a reason that the both of you aren't with your butlers?" Grell questioned after a while, turning to face the two who had followed him out.
"Well, seeing as both our butlers were busy 'helping' Undertaker, we decided to come along and get breakfast." Alois answered. Ciel simply nodded, agreeing with the other noble.
"I see." He sighed, before smiling gently at the two boys as he ruffled their hair and continuing on his way to the dining hall. 'Seriously, these two remind me of myself sometimes.'
Unseen behind him, both boys had small blushes on their face from the comforting action earlier. It gave a sort of…warm feeling inside, one both hadn't felt for a very long time.
They shook themselves out of it before they ran to catch up to Grell. Both boys on each side of him as they headed toward breakfast, and if they walked a little closer than normal, no one commented on it.
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Back at the staff table Grell, Alois and Ciel were nearing the end of their breakfast when the rest of the group showed up. The demons and William taking the unoccupied seats on Ciel's left.
Undertaker took a seat on Grell's right, slumping down into his chair. "Alright there, Undertaker?"
"Oh yes, just fine and dandy," Undertaker reassured.
"That's good. I saved you some breakfast just in case you wouldn't make it on time." Grell said, sliding a plate down in front of Undertaker.
"Oh, bone-shaped biscuits! I was running low on these. How did you get them?" He asked nibbling on one.
"I made a request to the house elves." Undertaker nodded at the comment, thinking maybe he wouldn't have to restock himself anymore. It was around this time that the teachers were passing around class time tables.
Everyone could tell who had DADA for first period by the pale faces that appeared and the friends patting them on the back in sympathy.
"Well, Mr. Undertaker, Grell, I believe that it is time we start heading to our classroom if we wish to make it before the fifth years. Especially hearing the rivalry between the slytherin and gryffindor houses." William announced, standing up from the table.
The rest nodded at the trio and stayed to finish their breakfast.
The three stood then walked out of the dining hall, preparing for the first class that day.
In the DADA Classroom
"Should we pose when the students come in? Or what about staying out of sight till class starts, then BANG! We barge in with dramatic poses." Undertaker suggested.
"Why must we include a ridiculous pose when we are simply going to be teaching students, not performing for them," William questioned.
"Why not just wait for them to arrive then land down from the ceiling?" Grell inquired.
"You're going along with this as well, Grell?"
Grell shrugged at the head reaper, "Might as well, and my persona would love to have a dramatic entrance to wow the students." He finished sarcastically.
William sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Might as well go with Grell's suggestion as it won't make us look like fools." He finally put in exasperated.
"That's the spirit, William!" Undertaker exclaimed, patting said reaper harshly on the back as payback for earlier that morning.
William hid a wince from the rough slap. He looked to his watch and noticed the time. "We have five minutes before class starts, if we are really going along with the 'dramatic' entrance, I recommend that we get into position now."
Quickly, the group of reapers climbed up toward the ceiling and stayed hidden as the class arrived. As soon as the bell rang, Grell had spelled the door to close by itself slowly to increase the dramaticness.
This served to unnerve the students as they searched around the room for the culprit. Grell noticed from high up on the ceiling, that his two best friends from his first life were in his class.
'I forgot about Hermione and Ron. It's been so long since I've seen them, overall, I think they were the people I missed the most besides Sirius.' Grell thought wistfully.
Undertaker and William noticed the sudden sadness that permeated from the red reaper and wondered what had caused him to suddenly feel down.
Undertaker looked down at the group of students, looking for the cause of his friend's longing expression before he clued upon two students that he remembered being described to him multiple times by Grell. William noticed the two as well, remembering the fondness at which Grell spoke of them when he explained his past to them.
Watching the bushy headed girl sitting next to a tall red headed boy with freckles. The girl he could see from here had an intelligent look in her eyes as she devoured the book in front of her. The boy, whose hair didn't compare to Grell's in color, simply sat bored after the initial scare from the door.
Though in both pairs of eyes, you could see regret and sorrow hidden from the rest of the students.
Undertaker and William both felt a pang of jealousy for the pair of teens that got to know Grell when he was a sweet, young boy.
The three reapers snapped out from their thoughts, realizing that they had been up on the ceiling for too long as the class started chatting around.
Readying themselves, the trio soon jumped down with a loud SLAM! on their desks, posing with their signature scythes.
They made for an intimidating picture as the students quickly shut up.
"Good evening students. I see you have all made yourselves comfortable," Grell observed. Storing his chainsaw away as did Undertaker; William kept his spears out. The students wondered where their professors stored such big weapons.
"But don't get too comfy, for we have a little test for you," Undertaker grinned creepily. The group of teens grew worried.
"Don't worry, my soon to be minions, it's nothing too drastic," Grell cooed.
"William, if you would?" Grell asked.
William took out a stack of paper, throwing a sheet to each student with powerful force, enough for the corner of the papers to stick into the desk as it cut into the wood.
It was a little shinigami trick most learned in order to intimidate the rookies who skipped out on paperwork.
The students looked petrified as some of the sharp projectiles landed near a limb or gazing their ears. Some even cut locks of hair as they shot by.
"What I have just handed you is a simple test, merely to collect how much you have learned from your so-called previous instructors over the years. After you finish with your test, bring it up here to my desk and stand near the wall where we will have the physical part of your test taken." William informed.
"You may begin…now."
The students rushed to get quills out from their bags to start their test, they did not want to get on the wrong side of the man who could throw a flimsy piece of paper like it was a dart.
Slowly, one by one, the students turned in their tests and stood near the wall. None of the shinigami noticed the sharp eyes that stayed trained on the red headed reaper.
Grell and Undertaker took the chance to fool around as they 'watched' over the students finishing up their tests. Grell had a hand held mirror in hand and was looking for any imperfections in his make up as he sat on the edge of his desk.
Undertaker was lying on his back on top of his desk; to the students, he appeared to have fallen asleep, at least, until one of the students tried to pass a note to a desk mate.
Chink!
"Remember, keep your eyes on your own paper. This is about what you know, not what your desk mate knows." Undertaker calmly explained. Standing from his desk and picking up the knife and note he had pinned on the Gryffindor's test before retreating back to his desk and presumed to fall asleep again.
At last, all the students finished their tests as they stood by the wall patiently.
"Finally! Now that you all are done, we can go on to the second part of your test. What all you little munchkins will be doing is each one of you will be casting all the spells in your arsenal at us as William here, takes count of which spells you've used and how you've used them in a duel against us." Grell explained jumping off his desk.
The students looked unsure about aiming spells at their professors, not to mention from what they have seen; they were all downright scary in their own way.
"Undertaker, darling, would you mind taking the Gryffindor side?" Grell asked as his hand fiddled with his glasses. Undertaker understood that Grell didn't want to fight against his former best friends so he agreed to take the lions.
"But of course, dearie, I don't mind at all." Undertaker responded before jumping onto the platform. He took out his scythe as he stood on the front of the platform. "Well? Which little lion cub wants to go first?"
The Gryffindor's glanced at each other, waiting for someone to volunteer at facing one of their crazy professor. The slytherins were simply glad they didn't have to go first. And they also got to watch as the gryffindorks made fools of themselves. The red head they would be fighting against would be much easier than the silver headed professor. Oh, how wrong they were.
Finally one of the Gryffindor boys strode up to the platform nervously. "Finally, we have our volunteer. I was getting tired of waiting up here, what's your name lad?" Undertaker asked
"S-Seamus Finnigan, sir." He answered anxiously.
"Now, now, there's nothing to be afraid of. I'll make sure to hold myself back. Ready?" Undertaker questioned bringing his scythe in front of him as he got into a battle ready stance. Seamus firmed himself, bringing out his wand and also getting into a battle ready stance although it was a bit sloppy.
"Begin." William called, getting his pen ready to jot down notes.
Immediately, Seamus started firing spells at mediocre speed. Undertaker lazily dodged and jumped over spells, performing graceful turns or batting away spells with his scythe. The watching audience were surprised by the gracefulness of their teacher especially since he seemed to be hindered by the bangs covering his eyes along with his long hair and flowy, loose clothing.
"Come on now, is that the best you can do? I'm not even trying," Undertaker cheekily taunted.
Seamus amped up his spell casting, yelling them out faster in anger. This seemed to go on for ages as Seamus kept firing more and more spells all the while undertaker barely moved to dodge the misaimed spells. The other Gryffindors wondered how they were supposed to hit their teacher when their turn came.
BEEP! BEEP!
"And that is time. Mr. Finnigan, you may stop now." William voiced. His cold voice sliced through the class room causing Seamus to pause in his casting.
He collapsed onto the ground in exhaustion at flinging out spells like candy nonstop. "Was that really three minutes? I was barely warming up," Undertaker mocked leaning against his scythe. Seamus huffed harshly while weakly glaring at the silver haired professor. Slowly, he got himself off the floor and shuffled back toward his group mates.
"Would anyone else like to volunteer or shall I start calling out names?" William asked the Gryffindor side. No one made a move to raise their hand as they did not want to humiliate themselves in front of the class.
"Alright then, seems like-"
"I would like to volunteer, professor." A meek voice spoke up.
They all turned to get a look at the person who spoke up. William pushed his glasses back causing a glint to cover his eyes, "Ah, Mr. Longbottom, correct?"
"Y-yes sir."
Grell observed his old friend, even though he was not as close to him as Hermione and Ron had been, they had still talked to one another every now and then. Neville seemed to have gotten taller and found some of his inner strength though he still seemed to hunch in front of those he found intimidating.
'You've grown up well, Nev.'
"Well, Mr. Longbottom, whenever you feel like coming up." William's voice breaking through Grell's thoughts.
Neville seemed to shiver a little before he gained a little bit of confidence in himself and walked toward Undertaker but he seemed to lose his nerve little as he got into his wand stance.
"Hmm, you seem to have a lot of potential, boy. Let's get started then, shall we?" Undertaker asked. Neville firmed his shaky stance and nodded.
"Begin." William intoned.
The battle that played out was much more eye-opening with Neville being patient of when he would strike next causing Undertaker to take tight turns to avoid the spells, though he ran out of steam before he could actually land a hit.
BEEP! BEEP!
"Well done, Mr. Longbottom." William commented monotonously. The rest of the Gryffindor's, encouraged by Neville's performance, strode up confidently to spar against Undertaker one by one. Even when they all lost, they were proud they had at least tried. The slytherins merely snickered at their attempts, still thinking that the other professor would be easier to defeat. Grell could see it in their eyes, how so smugly confident they seemed. 'Well, we'll just have to change that won't we?' Outwardly Grell showed none of the thoughts running through his head.
"The Gryffindors have finished and have been recorded. The slytherins are up next for their evaluation."
"Yay! Finally it's my turn! It was starting to get kinda boring watching Undertaker here." Skipping up onto the stage, he brought out his handheld mirror, "Have to tidy myself up first." Putting a bit of powder on his face, making sure that he looked perfect on all sides. He spun toward William as he blew a kiss toward him.
"How do I look Will? Aren't you awed by my beauty," Grell asked, aiming a fake lust filled look at him. William fixed his glasses as a very faint blush spread across his cheeks.
"Grell, stop your horrid attempt at flirting and focus on the task," sounding as if… he was… embarrassed.
'Huh, that's new. He never did that before.' Wondering to himself why Will was blushing as only he and Undertaker seemed to notice it. Spinning back toward the students, he called out, "Alright, anyone want to come up first?"
Watching as the group nudged each other in amusement of who would go first. Grell's eyes flashed in anger over being underestimated before it disappeared just as quickly. Finally, a random Slytherin came up, one Grell didn't recognize from his years, watching the Slytherin strut up the stage.
"Now who is this cutie pie?" Grell cooed. The student had a disgusted look on his face at being addressed in such a way by a man, not to mention the degrading nick name.
Indeed the boy was aesthetically pleasing to the eye, for his hair, though a common brown, was cut to frame and highlight his face. He was obviously born with all the noble looks that all purebloods are.
"Right. Mr. Alistair, are you ready to begin?" William questioned. The boy smirked, confident in his victory.
"Oh ho, we have a confident one here, William." Putting a hand daintily in front of his mouth to fake concern. "Do go easy on me, darling." Winking to the boy.
"Begin." William's voice cut across the room. Immediately, Alistair fired off spells. Most of the spells were grey in the magic category Grell noticed as he performed acrobatic flips in the air. He made his efforts seem accidental, performing last minute dodges, tripping along the platform. Making sure to keep his hair out of the line of fire, if there was one thing he was attached to, it was his hair.
"Time is up." William interrupted the mock battle. Grell dramatically collapsed onto the floor while groaning in supposed exhaustion.
"Man, I hate working out. Now I'll be all smelly, not to mention my hair is a disarray thanks to the blasted spars. At least none of my nails broke." He whined.
"Grell, please take this seriously. Mr. Alistair, you may go back to your place."
Alastair wiped the perspiration that was slowly dripping down his face. The teen scowled at not being able to land a hit on the surprisingly evasive reaper. His year mates snickered while the other slytherins merely smirked or glared at him. "Couldn't even land one hit on the professor, could you," someone from the crowd spoke up. The boy flushed in embarrassment before stomping toward his group.
"Next please."
"Aww, you mean I have to do this again?"
"Yes, Grell. Just as Undertaker did earlier with the Gryffindors," William answered fixing his glasses causing a glare to shadow his eyes. Undertaker helped his friend off the floor as Grell dusted himself off.
"Good, now that you seem ready…next volunteer."
"Why me?"
Undertaker snickered at his friend's whining. Huffing to himself, he marched to the center of the platform and stood ready for the next opponent.
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The whole Slytherin side was panting after the examination but all were pissed that none of them had managed to land a hit on the flamboyant reaper.
Said reaper was fanning his flushed face, more due to having to make each dodge seem like a mistake. As William finished the last of the notes on the students, he spoke to the class.
"As it is nearing the end of class, the homework shall be to write a one and a half foot essay on what you could improve on in your spar and what you could have done differently. That is all," was finished right as the bell rang signaling for the next class.
"Finally the rascals are out of the class," Undertaker stretched out on his desk. Grell was simply fixing the non-existent smudges of his make-up.
Undertaker turned toward Grell, "So what did you think of the little wizzies?"
Grell sighed, "They have a lot of work to do. Some of the new reapers can last longer in a battle especially since all wizards do is just stand there while aiming spells at each other."
"Their bodies overall do not look physically fit and had a simple repertoire of spells that are labeled battle wise." William concluded.
"Seeing how they fought in this spar it would be so easy to cut some of them down, off their high horse and adding them to my wonderful new collection," Undertaker giggled.
"Do refrain from attacking the students, it would hinder us if you got us arrested," William asked.
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The next few weeks passed by in a blur for the gang. Grell and Undertaker got into the rhythm of teaching those snot nosed rascals especially when they showed the uppity purebloods the muggle weapons demonstrations. Their faces were wonderful and the two reapers had spent the rest of the day snickering at the faces they had.
Over the past couple weeks, Grell had the continuous feeling that he was being closely watched. He would have suspected Dumbledore at first, having his little spies to follow him around but he only had the feeling when he was in the dinner hall or when he was teaching one of his classes.
Needless to say his rising paranoia did not go unnoticed by the rest. He was finally confronted by his mysterious stalker when he had stayed behind in his classroom. Undertaker had gone ahead to cause chaos for the staff. Last time he had redecorated each of their classrooms, Snape had not been happy to find his room covered with lace, sparkles, hearts with everything colored an eye watering shade of pink and 'I love Gryffindor' posters plastered on the walls.
He was currently collecting the 'to be graded' pile of papers on his desk that he had assigned earlier that week about things you can do if you lose your wand in battle when he had heard the door open.
"Professor Sutcliff." Grell glanced up at his name, minutely pausing at the person who addressed him.
" . My, what a surprise. Did you come by chance to confess your undying love for me?"
Said teen glared. "Cut the crap, I know who you really are."
Grell's smile froze on his face. "I have no idea what you are talking about." Fiddling with his glasses.
"Oh really? I always knew you were a bad liar, Potter." Stalking toward the frozen reaper, he leaned over the desk between.
Grell laughed nervously, tugging at his bangs unconsciously. "Oh dear, , you must have hit your head hard somewhere because calling me your old lover's name won't help you get in my pants that easily."
Draco flushed in anger and embarrassment before smirking; he walked around the desk separating them, grabbing a lock of Grell's red hair. "There you go again."
"What?" Grell asked surprised, jerking back at Draco's face coming closer toward his.
"You. Fiddling with your glasses when you lie, not to mention you have been tugging on your bangs when you get nervous as well. And I know that you would have been rubbing at a scar under your hair,"Draco informed as he brushed Grell's bangs aside gently. Grell flushed unwillingly at the gentle action.
"So are you going to fess up now, Potter?" Closing in on the flustered reaper. Grell backed away from Draco which in turn caused him to slip on a piece of parchment that was on the floor. As Grell slipped, he instinctively grabbed hold of Draco, much to his surprise and brought the both of them crashing to the floor.
'Ow. My poor head.' Wincing at the forming bump he could feel on the back of his head, just then the door opened.
"Grell, I was wond-" freezing at the scene before him, there was Grell, trapped under a male student, a if his memory is correct, both hands on either side of Grell's head.
As Grell turned toward Undertaker with tears on the corner of his eyes, he could also see the slight pain in them.
"Undertaker?"
The sound of his name snapped him out of his shock. A creepy giggle came from him, casually bringing out his scythe.
"My my, what have we here. Looks like we have a student attempting to seduce a teacher." Tsking at Draco. "That simply won't do. But since I'm feeling generous I won't report this to the old coot if you start running…NOW."
As he twirled his weapon around casually in his hand.
"Wait, what are-" Draco yelped as he dodged the swipe at his head.
"Better start dodging, , for I won't be going so easily on you." Chasing after the hooligan that tried to put the moves on Grell. Grell sat up from his place on the floor, rubbing his sore head. "Wonder what has gotten into Undertaker? It wasn't even that huge of a deal. And he should know by now that Draco of all people would never try to seduce me."
Shrugging, he proceed to go back his room after he collected the essays to grade for the night.
He will deal with Draco later when Undertaker is finished with him.
End.
Okay guys there you have it. I have been editing like crazy with my beta kicking my butt into gear. And this is the new chapter to make up for my nonexistent updating. I also remedied the last chapters. I will be taking omake ideas for the next chapter and I am open to all ideas! So make sure to leave a review!