Death Reincarnate Chapter 3
Chapter 3
"Flowers gathered in the morning,
Afternoon they blossom on,
Still are withered in the evening,
You can be me when I'm gone." – Gaiman
So, what do you think of him?
I think that he's your typical teenage boy. Nothing too special about him besides his scar.
That is an… interesting development. Voldemort is going to be in for a real shock when he finds out.
Most definitely.
Harry continued to walk down the magnificent halls of Hogwarts in silence, going unnoticed and unseen by everyone.
It had been some time since the sorting, and Harry had found that Damien had adjusted quite well to student life.
And the boy had also found that he was quite fond of his brother, if only a little intrigued as to how the year would go.
He's going to have to deal with Quirell and the stone… I wonder if he'll survive?
I'm sure that he will. Dumbledore wouldn't want his prized possession to die on him, now would he?
You're right… and if he isn't, we'll be there, Harry thought with a crude smile.
Of course, love.
As the boy turned the corner, he noticed that a group of first years were assembled outside on the lawn from a tall window from the fifth floor. The group stood around a couple of broomsticks and a woman with silver white hair.
Ohhh that looks like it'll be fun, Harry laughed, before he jumped out of the window, shattering the glass and starling the students nearby.
The boy fell five stories, before he landed on the lush green grass with little more than a soft crunching noise.
Now, where would be the best place to watch? Harry thought, not even paying attention to the now fading cuts on his face and hands.
The boy looked around the area, until he found a small tower not too far from the group of first years. He took his position on the top of the one story tower, while balancing himself with only one foot on the spire.
I should join the circus, the boy joked as he did tricks and flips on the spire, never losing his balance even once.
Ehhh how about you don't? Clowns are disgusting creatures…
Haha okay, Harry giggled, before he looked out towards what he now saw to be Damien's group.
"Three, two, one," their teacher called before she blew a whistle.
Hmmm maybe I can have some fun with this, Harry joked, before he took control of one of the Gryffindor's brooms.
A young, slightly chubby boy began to drift off into the air, much to the protest of the other students.
"Mr. Longbottom!" the teacher scolded, trying desperately to bring the boy down.
But Harry was having none of it, and sent the boy flying off into the air.
Up, up the boy went, until he was 50 meters in the air, his face terrified and screaming for help.
Harry giggled once again before he sent the boy crashing down to the earth in a dive, going at breakneck speeds and seemingly about to crash.
Just before the boy would have crashed to his death, Harry pulled him out of the dive and sent him rocketing towards the teacher.
This time, the teacher was able to stop the boy with a well-placed charm, but in her negligence, she forgot that the charm only worked on the broom and not the rider.
Because of this, the boy went flying off of the broomstick, landing hard on the ground and breaking his arm.
Harry laughed at the display, finding the situation to be quite funny for some reason.
Humpty Dumpty fell off the broomstick! So sorry Humpty Dumpty!
"If I see one broomstick in the air, the person riding it will be expelled before they can even say Quidditch!" the teacher yelled to her class, before she escorted the boy to the Hospital Wing.
The class was silent for a moment before a boy with silver-blonde hair picked up a glass orb on the ground and taunted the child who had broken his arm.
Harry's brother however mocked the boy back, and the two took off into the air.
Ooohhhh. Let's see if Damien's got it!
I'm sure that the boy will perform adequately.
"Think you're so good Potter?" the blonde spat, "Then catch this!" he finished, before he threw the orb to the ground.
Damien gave Malfoy a dirty look before he raced after the orb, fully intent of capturing it.
He's not gunna make it.
Probably not.
Do I have to do something? Harry sighed.
No. But you could.
Right…
The young albino slowed the orb down just enough so that Damien would barely catch it before he pulled up, allowing the boy to look good in front of his friends, and the nasty blonde brat to look bad in front of his.
Perfect. Another job done for Ace Man!
You know we don't have the rights to that name.
Albino Guy?
Maybe. But that's not exactly a good one.
The White Avenger?
Let's just stick with Death.
Okay, Harry grinned, finding himself to be quite happy to be Death.
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"And then he caught the Rememberall with a second to spare! It was amazing!" Ron exclaimed, as he told the Common Room for the fourth time that day.
Harry simply rolled his eyes from the top of the fireplace, not finding this retelling to be quite as thrilling as the last… or the one before that.
The boy was once again invisible, but that wouldn't even matter as everyone's attention was focused on Damien and Ronald.
That child has some issues. You cannot blame him for wanting to be liked by others.
Of course I can. I can do whatever I want, Harry pouted.
You can't kill everyone in this room. Especially Damien, Death pointed out.
Well… I don't want to. That's why!
Surrreee you don't, the woman chuckled, before Harry gave her illusion in his mind a playful slap.
"Ron, you don't have to keep on tellin' it. I'm pretty sure everyone knows at this point," Damien chuckled, as he was secretly annoyed with his best friend.
"Alright, fine," sighed the disheartened boy, "But it was awesome! And you got onto the Gryffindor Quidditch team! No first year has done that in a century!"
"Yesss we get ittt Damien's a god at flying!" yelled a redheaded twin.
"It's not like-"
"-he hasn't been-"
"-doing it his whole life?" the other twin finished.
"You're just jealous because Damien's a better flyer than you!" Ron bragged, before he stuck his tongue out at his brothers.
Oh my god will this kid just shut up already!
If he bothers you so much, then do something about it, Death sighed, finding herself to be slightly annoyed with the child as well.
If you say so… I was trying to be civilized.
Pshh yeah, of course you were, Death scoffed.
Harry rolled his eyes once again before he silently snapped his fingers, causing the annoying redhead's robes to disappear, leaving only some disgustingly small tighty-whities.
Everyone, including Harry and Damien, began to laugh incredulously at the embarrassed boy, before he ran up the stairs to his dorm.
Haha, maybe I could get used to this, Harry chuckled, earning a playful slap to the head from Death.
Author's Note:
So now you just see that I'm trying to have fun with it. If no one has realized my intentions for my story, I'll just tell you now.
I wanted to have a lot of the things that happened in canon be explained by my Harry's intervention. I just thought that it would be cool to see. Now, will things veer off from canon at some points? Definitely. But for much of this and next two years (which will be very very short, like maybe hitting only the major points with a chapter each) will mostly be canon.
Thanks for reading you select few people. You are awesome (:
BTW I don't really beta this… so any grammatical errors, could you point out? Thank youuuu.