here is number 6.
I wanted to use Gregg from conker's Bad Fur day but i figured it would be too silly so I did this instead.
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Harry opened his eyes with a groan. He had died, he knew it and what was even worse he died trying to eat. He didn't die in some epic battle or trying to save an innocent, he had died trying to eat. Heck he could have easily survived it as well if he had just changed his limbs back to normal but the hunger had consumed him entirely. If Harry ever got out of this alive he would have new respect for vampires.
Harry found himself in what appeared to be a hotel waiting room, several people all from different walks of life were there, there was a knight, several witches/wizards, a centaur and a peasant all sitting down and waiting patiently.
"Harry potter?" a man in a suit called.
"Er yeah that's me" harry said standing up.
"Right this way Mr Potter" the man said walking towards an elevator.
"Er where am I?" Harry asked nervously following the man.
"You are in Purgatory Mr Potter" the man said. "My name is Charon I am the manager of this hotel. Unfortunately your name does not appear on the guest list so I am taking you to see the owner."
"The owner?" Harry asked getting into the elevator which instantly closed it's doors and started moving.
"I believe you will know him as Death or the Grim Reaper. It is his job to decide where all souls stay while in Purgatory. Unfortunately as I said your name Is not on the guest list so he will have to decide what happens."
"What normally happens in these cases?" Harry asked nervously.
Charon shrugged "you are the first case we have ever had. If it was up to me we'd just kick you out and make you wander as a ghost forever but that is apparently against procedure" the elevator stopped, the doors opening. "here we are just go straight to the end of the corridor and you'll find the owner's office."
Walking slowly through the hall Harry marvelled at the obvious wealth that went into the place, the floor was made with marble and had gold veins running through it. There were paintings that belonged in famous museums and art galleries. Harry was sure that the windows were made of crystals or some rare gem. The hallway probably cost more than even Harry could afford, and Harry could afford a small country if he wished.
At the end of the hallway Harry found an open door and looking through it saw am office furbished like the hallway was, bookcases lined the walls, a sword hung on the wall with a plaque labeling it Excalibur, a scythe lay on a stand on the great stone desk and a man in his thirties sat behind the desk playing on a gameboy.
"Er I was told to come and see you?" Harry asked uncertainly.
The man instantly switched off his gameboy and jumped to his feet with a grin "Ah Harry good to see you. I mean I've seen you at least once a year since you wear a baby but good to see you and have you see me" the man exclaimed.
"Um have you been...stalking me?" Harry asked slowly edging away.
"Only a little" the man grinned "I mean you are such an interesting person. Everywhere you go something interesting happens to you, attacked by a troll, cerberus, acromantula, basilisk, tree, werewolf, dementors and those are only the magical creatures. Heck we have a bet going upstairs on wether or not you'll slay a dragon, hydra or thunderbird first. Personally I bet on another basilisk but no one ever listens to me I am only the angel of death after all."
"Um...riiighhht" Harry said backing away a little faster.
"Oh right where are my manners my name is Hel, Death, Reaper of Souls, the old skeleton man and Grimm just call me Grimm" Grimm exclaimed as he grabbed Harry's hand and dragged him into the office. "Now I'm sure you are wondering why you are here" he said sitting Harry down on a stone throne.
"Well I'm dead. Aren't I?" Harry asked.
"Yes you are" Grimm said giving a grin that could rival an anime characters. "But see here's the thing you aren't on the guest list, which means you aren't on my list. Death's list."
"What does that mean?"
"Well it means you have died before your time" Grimm said "never happened before, there was that old lady who died after her time but no one has died BEFORE their time. Probably cause you haven't been born."
"What do you mean I haven't been born?" Harry asked "I'm right here. How could I have not been born?"
"Oh really?" Grimm asked "and when were you born exactly?"
"August thirtieth, nineteen eighty" Harry declared.
"Which just so happens to be almost two hundred years away" Grimm pointed out "so as I said you haven't been born yet."
"So what does this mean?" Harry asked images of being sent back to his life running through his mind.
"Well the powers that be state I have to take every soul that dies but they also state I can't take a soul before it's time so I'm just going to wing it" Grimm grinned. (I swear that sounds like a tongue twister.) "I am going to send you back to life alive and healthy but I must take something from you to make it fair. After all nothing is free and there is no get out of death cards here."
"Er what will you be taking?" Harry asked.
Grimm pulled a scroll out of nowhere and began to read it "let's see you're a changeling, can fight, know several spells, only good at Defensive spells, pretty good at maths, an excellent athlete, infinite energy. Hmmm what to do what to do. I GOT IT" Grimm yelled. "First of all I'm limiting your changeling ability, you must understand the creature to turn your body into it or at least a hybrid of it. You can not gain the magical abilities of a creature only the physical ones like a basilisk's stare. The creatures you do know at the moment you can't turn into, gotta make you start from scratch. You can't grow smaller than your size. To grow larger you still need to obtain the mass through food I'm not changing that. I'm removing your infinite energy, no idea why Fate gave you that, but I'm going to allow you to not require sleep ever again, you seriously need to study more kid. Hmmm and as a gift I'll alter your cloak from that girl Little Red so that it is also your invisibility cloak and can be worn at all times instead of being more like a sheet."
"Can you do that?" Harry asked.
"I just did" Grimm replied.
"Ok well um thanks for not killing me."
"Relax kid I couldn't kill you off if I wanted too Lady Magic and Fate would have me head. And believe me having to collect your own soul is bloody painful" Grimm grimaced.
"Well thanks anyway"
"No problem kid. Now I have more serious matters to get too. I have to save the princess from that evil dragon Bowser so see ya and try not to die" Grim said and with a wave of his hand Harry opened his eyes once more on Privet Drive.
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The Hunter stared in shock at where the two had fallen into the river. She knew that the two were dead, the stone limbs would drag them down and Harry was too far gone to change back.
She didn't know how to handle the situation, she was not close to Harry but he had rushed there to save her and died protecting her, just like her grandmother. She was not really upset that he was dead, annoyed yes considering the amount of time she put into him but she was also touched. Touched that he would risk his life for her. The Hunter knew no one in The Wood trusted her, most even wanted her dead. The only person to ever show her kindness was her grandmother and Harry and now he was dead. It felt wrong. She was meant to die not him.
"Stupid boy should have just left me" she muttered to herself. It was true he should have left her, hers was a cursed existence, one devoted entirely to revenge.
"Revenge which is now over" she realised and it was true the wolves master was gone and even though the wolves still lived they two would soon be dead without his protection. Harry had died to protect her life which now had no meaning.
"What will you do now child?" asked the witch appearing out of nowhere.
"You set me up" The Hunter growled.
"Did I child?" the witch asked. "I told you that I wanted the stone werewolf dead and that was true you never asked why I wanted you to kill it" the with smirked.
"Why did you send him? He wouldn't have died if you left him alone" the Hunter stated.
"the lad entertained me just as you do. I know all child but I do not know that lad's future and thus he is interesting to me. It has been a long time since I have been entertained and while I regret his death, I do not regret it" the witch cackled.
"You are mad" the Hunter spat.
"that I am child that I am but I'll ask again what will you do now, now that your revenge is completed and The Wood no longer needs you" the witch asked.
"What do you mean the wood no longer needs me?" the Hunter asked warily.
"My child you do not think one such as you came about by accident do you?" the witch sneered. "No you were created to rid The Wood of the wolves master and you have. The Wood no longer needs you so you must now go."
"And if I don't?"
"The giant was too strong to forcibly remove you my child are not. You know very well that if the Wood wants you gone it will happen now I suggest you leave and don't return" the witch said.
"Just because I'm not needed I'm being kicked out?" The Hunter asked. "I do not believe it what's the real reason?"
The witch smirked "there are many reasons child, none that I shall tell you. However know this the dead are dead, the living are living and you are neither. There is one out there who is dead yet not on death's list. Living yet has died. You are neither this one is both together you shall do many things, many interesting things" the witch grinned "and ol' Baba Yagga will be watching the entire time, manipulating you as I see fit" she cackled.
"And if I do not let you?" The Hunter challenged.
"You do not have a choice" the witch cackled before disappearing.
A few seconds later a Roc picked The Hunter up in it's claws and deposited her outside The Wood. She knew no matter what she tried she would never be allowed entrance to The Wood again.