A/N:
Just a little disclaimer, watch the pronoun usage and adjectives. It will change depending on who's who and whatnot. So you'll have to be very careful when you read.
Enjoy guys (: if you're a reader of Black Frost, you'll be in for a treat tonight.
Death Reincarnate Chapter 2
Chapter 2
"All around me darkness gathers,
Fading is the sun that shone,
We must speak of other matters,
You can be me when I'm gone" – Neil Gaiman
In the northern area of the small yet vastly powerful country known as the United Kingdom lie one of the most famous and distinguished magical schools in the entire world.
This institution is known as Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry, and its Headmaster is one Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore.
Dumbledore was a highly known and well respected man, as he was not only the Headmaster of this school, but the Supreme Mugwump of the ICW and the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot.
Everyone knew the man to be a kind and curious soul who would always find the solution to a problem and would only harm the most evil of souls.
What was not known about the man was that he was a researcher first and foremost, and a sadistic one at that.
Dumbledore was the type of man that would do anything in the name of research, in fact, he was the type to see if he could do things, rather than see if he should do them.
So it would be no surprise to discover that when he found the first Albino wizard in all of history, he was immensely intrigued.
He was so intrigued in fact, that he did awful and unforgiveable things to the boy in the name of research.
He wasn't dark, he would often tell himself, he was just a researcher.
And that is what would lead to his downfall.
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September 1, 1991
The first day at Hogwarts.
A day for celebration and tears, as old friends reunited and family members said goodbye to their aging children.
It was also a day for rumors to spread.
For you see, on July 31, 1991, Damien Potter was attacked by the infamous He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named.
Now, for the general population this news would be most disheartening, as the Potters were well-known Light wizards that everyone respected and treated with the upmost of compassion.
However, this attack was special, as not only did young Damien survive the attack, but he also defeated the Dark and powerful wizard, killing the monster and bringing peace to the Wizarding World.
People cheered, glasses were raised and a smile returned to everyone's face as the threat was over.
Or was it?
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Family is important, and while your parents will die in a way most painful, your brother should still have a clean slate, Death reminded Harry for the umpteenth time.
I know, Harry sighed as he adjusted his large black cloak.
The thing had been a gift from the demented psycho that had experimented on him for years before he had finally stopped for some unknown reason.
He's lucky black looks good on us, the boy grumbled.
Death laughed, causing the boy's heart to flutter slightly before saying, It's also to inhibit your powers while you're away from the castle so that you don't kill any of the other children. I mean, who knows what you'd do if you didn't have it on?
True… Harry replied, before a wide and innocent smile appeared on his face.
As the invisible boy slightly adjusted his position on the terrace overlooking the station, Death called, There they are!
Harry's head instantly snapped back to attention to see a family of three heading towards the train. Every time that they took a step, more and more people began to gawk at them. This all culminated when the redheaded matriarch of the family gave her son a big hug, eliciting a cheering from the audience.
The son, embarrassed at the display of affection in front of the large crowd, shyly stepped away from her, face red as a huff of indignation escaped his lips.
Poor kid. He doesn't know what he's getting into, Harry thought, earning a nod from Death.
Growing up, Harry had only had one companion in his life.
And for him, that was enough.
She was the one who kept that side away.
She was the one who kept him sane… or at least partially sane.
So when he had found out about the prophecy and Dumbledore's plans for the Potter boy, he was glad that Death was the one to tell him first.
I still want to kill them though… I want to watch them all burn… Harry thought, as his eyes began to grow a darker red and the faint image of a scythe began to appear.
You know why we can't go after family. And Dumbledore will get his. You can believe that.
The woman's smooth and rich voice instantly relaxed the boy, as he gave her a sheepish yet thankful smile.
His eyes went back to their normal attractive crimson, and the impression of a scythe began to disappear once again.
Sorry, he mumbled.
It's okay love. I understand. I've been doing this for quite a long time you know.
Harry smirked at her before he disappeared into one of the shadows atop the terrace, leaving without a trace.
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"So you think you'll be put into Gryffindor?" Ron asked Damien for the umpteenth time, still causing the boy to laugh at his excitement.
"Of course! You really think I'll be put in with those Badgers? Or worse, the Ravens!" the auburn haired boy chuckled, as he subconsciously adjusted his round, wired rimmed glasses.
"Yeah… you're right. But hey! What if you joined those nasty Snak-" Ron began.
"Don't even think about it!" Damien scolded the boy, actual anger rising within his voice.
"Okay. Sorry…" the redhead mumbled, before the cabin was filled with an awkward silence.
Suddenly, the door opened to reveal a bushy haired girl with slightly large front teeth and a know-it-all attitude.
"Have either of you seen a toad?"
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Dumbledore's Office
"You really think that you'll be able to hold me forever?" Death chided, slightly amused at the man's antics.
"I will hold you forever. I created you. And as such, you are now my responsibility," Dumbledore man explained.
Death's eyes narrowed and young man before her, "These blood wards will not last. And when they finally break, I'm going to show you what an immortal being can do to a puny and insignificant human.
Dumbledore gave an involuntary shudder that went to the very depths of his old heart, before he gave the small boy an impassive look.
"I can see within your soul child. We both know how much you fear me. One day, very soon, I will repay you in kind for what you have done to me."
"I refuse to be intimidated by you!" Dumbledore half-heartedly roared, not feeling as confident in his abilities for some reason.
"For some folks Death is release, and for others Death is an abomination, a terrible thing. But in the end, I'm there for all of them. And you can be sure that I'll be there for you Dumbles," Death laughed, causing Dumbledore to go completely pale.
And with that, Death walked out of the man's office, slamming the door shut on her way out.
The old man slumped into his chair, face almost as white as the boy who just walked out of the room.
No… not the boy. Death.
Dumbledore quickly grabbed a drink from under his desk, finding himself to be very thirsty at the moment.
With shaking hands, the man poured himself a glass of expensive Bourbon before he gravely thought, What have I done?
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"GRYFFINDOR!" the hat shouted, eliciting a cheering from the entire hall as Damien Potter was Sorted with the Lions.
No one was as loud as his mother however, who was screaming her child's name at the top of her lungs from the teacher's table.
The auburn haired boy simply hopped off the stool with a smile before he made his way to the table decorated with red and gold.
He was greeted with happy faces and a plethora of handshakes before he sat down between his best friend Ron and his brother Percy, as they began to talk about what school life was like.
Good job big bro, Harry congratulated, finding that he was actually happy for his brother as he lay atop one of the arches in the Great Hall.
Why is that Death? Why am I happy?
Because my love, family is important. And he is your only family, the woman informed, slightly saddened by that truth.
That's not true! You're my family too! You're my… Harry trailed off, finding that he couldn't think of the proper term for their relationship.
She was sometimes his mother, sometimes his friend, and sometimes just someone to talk to, yet he loved her all the same.
At least, he thought that he loved her. He really didn't have much experience in that department.
I know love. I know…
Harry simply went back to watching the children have fun, silently wondering what his life would be like if he was one of them.
Probably quite horrible. I wouldn't have Death after all.
As the festivities continued, Harry noticed something odd.
Professor Quirell was subtly glaring daggers at his brother, his eyes full of hate and malice.
Interesting… Harry thought, before he dived into the man's mind without a second thought, finding many different… intriguing things about the man.
So that's Voldemort? Hm… Quirrelmort? Yeah, that sounds better, the boy laughed, earning the equivalent of a playful shove in his mind from Death.
Not funny. And yes, it is Voldemort. How would you like to go about this?
Ehhh I don't. If he kills the Potters, that's okay with me. I mean, we can't do it.
Even Damien?
Maybe…
Harry went back to watching the Welcoming Feast in silence, slightly enjoying the delight on his brother's face.
Maybe this year will be a better one…
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"So Percy, is Professor Snape really as bad as everyone says he is?" Damien asked the boy.
"Oh he's worse," Percy informed, causing Damien and Ron to shudder at the statement.
"Why is he such a crab?" Damien mumbled, earning a nod in assessment from Ron and Percy.
"You know, it's impolite to talk so rudely of another person, especially of a Professor," the bushy haired girl butt in, causing their section of the table to instantly grow silent.
"You have no idea what you're talking about. Why are you even here in the first place?" Ron argued, referring to the girl's annoying habit of spouting off random facts every five seconds.
"I'm here because I exhibit the traits of a Gryffindor, just the same as you!" she retorted.
Ron and a few of the other first year boys laughed before he mocked, "Yeah right! You belong with the stupid Ravens! Not with the great Lions."
There are so many things wrong with that statement, Harry sighed, as he had been watching the entire conversation with interest, but now found the two to be quite annoying.
How does Damien handle that obnoxious boy? he questioned, before he saw his brother join in on the bashing due to peer pressure.
Hmm maybe that's it?
"You're just jealous because I'm smarter than you!" Hermione countered.
"So what? Brains aren't everything! The only things that matter are chess and Quidditch," Ron replied, earning several nods in agreement from his fellow first years.
Harry simply rolled his eyes before he silence the two with a flick of his wrist, surprising everyone at the table for the lack of noise.
Perfect, the boy smiled, before he shifted to a more comfortable position on the arch.
Damien and the rest of the immature Gryffindors began to laugh at the duo's inability to speak, while some of the more sensible ones tried to undo the jinx.
Pff good luck with that, Harry thought as he melted into the shadows and away from Dumbledore's searching gaze.
That was pretty fun.
Author's Note:
So that's that. This fic I'm not taking too seriously, so don't be offended by that. This is just me having fun with a topic.
In that scene with Quirell, I was literally going to have Harry kill him right there, but then I was like "Ehhhhh I can't. Because reasons"
Thanks for reading!