Death Reincarnate Chapter 4
Chapter 4
"Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius and it is better to be absolutely ridiculous than to be absolutely boring."
October 31, 1991
Ugh… why does he have to be soooo annoying?
He's eleven. It's typical.
But the brat is starting to be like him too! I will not have my brother hang around some… some…
Neanderthal? Degenerate? Worthless scum who wouldn't even be able to lick the dirt off your boots?
Arsehole! He's an arsehole.
How… articulate…
Harry went back to the "show" that he was watching, completely ignoring the woman as he overheard the stupid redhead boast for the millionth fucking time about how he got into a fight with Malfoy and won.
The boy was getting so irritated while he was sitting above the fireplace mantle, that the fire within it roared to life, startling those around it.
I was fucking there, you did not win. They just broke you up after you sucker punched him you twat!
Love, why are you so irritated over the Weasley child? You've never been like this before with the other children…
That's not important, what is important is…
Harry snapped his fingers, and Ronald's robes once again disappeared, earning yet another round of laughter from those still in the Common Room.
Do we need to have a discussion about why you keep on taking him clothes off?
Death, if you even think that ever again, then I promise you, I will not speak to you for a week.
Sooorrryyy.
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Gryffindor Common Room
"...no wonder she doesn't have any friends!" Ron yelled, knowing full well that the girl was within hearing distance.
Hermione burst into tears before she rushed past the trio, slightly hitting Ron in the shoulder.
"Hey! Watch it!" the boy roared, before he roughly pushed the girl to the ground, causing the annoying girl to gasp in pain.
"Ron, back off," Damien sighed, tired of his best friend's idiotic habits.
"What? You're defending her?" Ronald challenged, causing the rest of the first year Gryffindor's in the room to stop pretending to not be eavesdropping and just blankly stare at the trio.
"Do you really think that bullying her is the right thing to do? We're Gryffindors! Not some stupid Snakes," the auburn haired boy chided, eliciting a shocked gasp from the crowd at the accusation.
Ron instantly backed down, silently cursing himself for his foolishness.
No matter how much I dislike it, I need him. He'll be my ticket to fame.
What was unknown to the trio, and the on looking crowd, was that another person had been watching the entire thing; a certain white-haired, red-eyed menace, who was cackling with glee.
Did you see! Did you see! The kid stood up for the girl! Mind you she's nothin' special, but damn! He can actually do something!
Death stood there silently, a warm smile gracing her beautiful, yet projected, face. She enjoyed the times when her love actually had a good time, but still wished that she could be corporal all of the time. The only times were now when he was actually happy.
Interesting how that works…
Harry stopped laughing, as he turned to the woman and gave her a serious expression.
The two stared at one another for a while before Death realized that she was still corporal.
What the…? How did you..?
Harry simply shrugged his shoulders before he replied, You never asked.
Ughhh you idiotic boy, the woman groaned, before she smacked him upside the head.
Heyyy! Watch it! Harry scolded, before he returned the favor.
The two continued their mock fight from within the shadows, going from mere smacks to actual punches and kicks. Both went completely unnoticed by everyone and everything as they fought with smiles on their faces.
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Great Hall
"Troll! Troll in the dungeons!" a certain turban-wearing professor yelled, as he ran into the Great Hall.
All conversation within the massive room instantly stopped, as the students stared at the man in shock.
"Thought you ought to know," the man breathed, before he fainted to the floor.
Bullshit, Harry and Dumbledore thought in unison, as the man rose to handle his students and Harry rolled his eyes at his foolishness from his favorite spot in the room.
Honestly, does he not know that one of his students is about to be killed?
Maybe you should go to help her? Look good in the eyes of the bastard, and maybe he'll loosen the leash?
Hahahahaha you're funny! Fat chance that'll ever happen!
Death smiled at the boy's impetuousness, as she too thought the same way, but she just wanted to confirm his feelings.
Anyways, it'll be funny to see the girl go splat, you wanna watch?
Of course love, we are Death after all.
Just as soon as the two began to head in the direction of the bathroom, Damien and the boy blunder began to make their way as well, causing Harry to begin to laugh in earnest.
They think that they can handle a troll? The kid's powerful, I'll give him that, but he's so fucking stupid!
You go ahead, I have some… other business to take care of.
What?! But you'll miss the fun! And where the hell do you have to go! You're me!
Love, I'll explain later, just have your fun. Remember, trolls may not be under the protection of the blood wards, but they are. So don't kill them.
Wouldn't dream of it, the boy smiled, before he disappeared into the shadows.
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Girl's Bathroom
"Hermione!" Damien shouted, before he began to throw all of the jinxes and curses that he knew at the ferocious looking mountain troll.
He didn't know many.
Said girl screamed for help, as she was stuck under a smashed stall, but Damien couldn't make it over to help her.
Ron stood dumbly in the entryway as he stared in fright at the massive hunk of flesh in front of him. He was terrified, and was two seconds away from leaving when the doors forcibly shut behind him.
What the…?
As soon as the doors closed, everything seemed to have stopped.
The water stopped rushing from the broken sinks, Hermione stopped screaming, and Damien stopped yelling at the troll to gets its attention.
"W-w-what's happening?" Hermione stuttered, as Damien helped the poor girl from the wreckage.
"I don't know," Damien replied, dumbfounded as he stared at a frozen troll.
The troll wasn't actually frozen per say, more like extremely slowed, as its club was still moving at a very slow rate.
"You know, I knew that you liked to play the hero, but Jesus man, you couldn't have just let the girl die?" a bitter voice rung through the air, startling the trio as the searched high and low for its owner.
"Who are you?!" Damien shouted, false confidence layered within his voice.
Harry's harsh cackle rung through the air, further frightening the young children, as the albino finally decided to show himself by suddenly appearing behind the auburn-haired boy.
Ron and Hermione backpedaled quickly from the strange looking youth, as Damien gave the two a quizzical look.
"What?" he asked them, having no idea what was behind him.
Ron raised a shaky finger towards the boy, mouth open and moving, but with no sound coming out.
"Good ta see ya bro," Harry laughed, causing Damien to jump in fright before he turned to see an exact replica of him with white hair, red eyes, and extremely pale skin.
"Wha-wha-what?" the boy stumbled, as he stared dumbfounded at his twin.
"Eh, let's not get into semantics now. Right now, you wanna see somethin' cool?" the albino asked, face lit up with excitement and glee.
"S-s-sure?" Damien half-asked, still staring open mouthed at the boy.
"Nice!" Harry giggled, jumping in the air a bit as he shouted, "Watch and learn how a real pro handles his shit."
All emotion soon left the boy's face as he closed his eyes in concentration. After a couple seconds of nothing, the trio began to gape in shock as a pure black scythe appeared out of nothing. The thing was as big as the albino was tall, with a midnight black curved shaft and an inky black curved blade.
It was the most terrifyingly beautiful thing that Damien had ever seen.
"Yeahh she's a beauty, ain't she?" Harry chuckled, before he took one swipe at the troll from 10 feet away.
"Wait. What did that d-" Damien began, before he was cut off by the splattering of blood all over the place, coating everything with a nasty looking green.
The troll had been cut vertically down the middle, and because of the pressure that was caused from Harry's single swipe, it soon found itself with no blood left in its body.
"UGHH!" Hermione shouted in disgust, as she closed her eyes in order to make this grotesque nightmare go away.
"Hahahaha that was fun!" Harry shouted, turning towards his brother with a smile on his face.
"Uh oh," the boy mumbled, sensing the teachers coming from down the hall.
The boy snapped his fingers, causing the entire room to become bloodless. He then wiped the minds of the three children, implanting fake memories of a knocked out troll and with Ron and Damien saving the day, before he repaired the troll and made it look like just that happened.
Perfect, Harry thought, before he dissolved into the shadows beneath him, leaving no trace behind.
Author's Note:
Wow, that went well. I don't particularly feel like proofreading this, as I honestly just wanted to get my ideas out there, soooo don't come at me about any crap like that.
Anyways, where did the almighty, omnipresent Death run off to? You'll see in the next chapter, which coincidentally is going to be in the winter… huh… winter?