A/N:
If this confuses you, read Black Frost. Just do it.
Death Reincarnate Chapter 6
Chapter 6
"A word that has been said may be unsaid; it is but air. But when a deed is done, it cannot be undone, nor can our thoughts reach out to all the mischiefs that may follow."
June, 1992
Harry's Room
"Well that was certainly… interesting," Harry sighed as he stretched out his shoulders on his bed, grimacing in pain a bit at the sheer beating that he had just received.
I told you that you shouldn't have underestimated him.
Whatever. How did I know that he would pull out that fuckin' sword! You didn't give me all of the necessary information.
Sureee love. That's what messed you up.
And another thing, it was in his world. You can't expect me to beat him in his own core!
Love. Wait. I sense something… amiss. I believe that Quirell is finally making his move.
Just fuckin great! I can't protect the brat while I'm like this.
Just take me there, I have a plan.
Harry quickly shadow traveled from his room to the third floor corridor, arriving at the entrance in an instant.
Alright, what's your plan? the boy asked, as he traversed down passed the trap door.
All we need to do is give Damien the power to face Quirell. You don't actually need to go down and fight the bastard yourself.
And how do you suppose I do that?
I'm sure you'll think of something.
As soon as the two made it into final room, Harry could see his idiotic brother standing beside the disguised Voldemort. From the way that the young boy was standing, Harry could tell that the boy was absolutely terrified.
Man, I swear this kid just does not know how to handle anything.
Less talking, more thinking.
But Death, I AM thinking, Harry joked, earning a smack to his head.
Focus or your brother will die!
Nawwww I got this, Harry assured, before he silently cast a spell upon his brother.
"Give me the stone!" Quirellmort shouted.
"Never!" Damien shouted back, as he began to run away from the possessed man.
Oh my fucking god. What is this, an anime? Is this Dragon Ball Z?
Death chose not to comment to the boy's banter, as she watched the other one begin to turn Quirellmort to ash.
My love, what did you do?
Me? I didn't do anything! Quirellmort was supposed to spontaneously combust!
The two turned back to the action as they saw the man slowly crumble to dust, with a shaking Damien huddled up in a corner.
Well that was… oddly stupid.
Harry lazily walked over to his brother, as the boy figured that the time for secrecy was up.
"Hey! Kid! Get up!" he yelled at his brother, startling the boy and causing him to jump a bit.
"W-who are you?" the frightened boy stuttered.
"Me? Just your friendly neighborhood anti-hero," Harry chuckled, earning a puzzled look from his twin.
"W-wait… You look j-just like m-me," Damien gasped, as the wheels in his head began forming multiple ideas about the identity of this… anti-hero.
Harry simply rolled his eyes at his brother's inquisitiveness.
We don't have time for this.
"You know, you really are a handful," the albino sighed, before he cast a sleeping spell on the boy.
Damien was instantly knocked out, giving Harry the opportunity to readjust his memory again so that the boy only vaguely remembered the events of that day with only a faint impression of his twin.
This would allow Harry to continuously save Damien without the foolish boy going off to Dumbledore and telling him everything.
I'll save that for later, the albino smirked, vanishing from sight as soon as he heard the footsteps of someone approaching.
Probably the miserable oaf himself.
And the boy wasn't wrong.
Dumbledore, looking as high and mighty as he had ever been, hurriedly rushed into the room, quickly taking the boy's vitals before he let out a sigh of relief.
Excellent. The plan worked perfectly. I am surprised that the protection spell worked so effectively though, the old man thought, as he stared at the remains of what had been his Defense Professor.
Guess we'll need a new one, Dumbledore chuckled, as he levitated the boy to the Hospital Wing.
Ahhh, so this was yet another one of his tests… Well just you wait and see old man. I'm going to ruin you.
Oh really? And how, pray tell, are you going to do that love?
Every time that he puts Damien in danger, we'll be the ones to save him. And I'll continue to erase his memories, while only leaving a sliver to spark his curiosity. When the time is right, we'll make our move.
Of course love. Of course…
xxxXXXxxx
And so, for the next two years, Harry and Death continued to save the boy's idiotic brother from certain death.
A bit ironic in a way, don't you think? Harry would always joke after a job well done.
They rescued the boy from giant spiders and snakes, and bushy haired girls and redheaded boys; they even had an instance where a Dementor had gone awry.
Mysteries were solved and young girls were rescued as Dumbledore's plans continued to be foiled at every turn, all without the man ever even realizing it.
A rat was caught and a man was brought to justice, giving Damien yet another "bad" influence on his life.
And all was right with the world. That was, until fourth year.
For you see, Damien's fourth year at Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry would be the most exciting one yet.
xxxXXXxxx
September 1, 1994
I think it's time Death.
What do you have planned love?
Something… extraordinary.
So flashy and extremely annoying to those who have wronged us?
Exactly, the boy grinned, as he watched the Sorting in his favorite spot.
This year is going to be perfect.
Author's Note:
So I'm sorry for skipping years 2 & 3, but to be honest they were NOT important enough for me at this time. I might do little one-shots at a later date, but I really just wanted to jump straight into year four, as it will be the most important year for the group. Sorry again, but that's my decision.
Anyways, thanks for reading! (: