Waning : Bad Grammar, Un-beta-ed, English not my native

Disclaimer : Now, lets see... nope still not mine

Umi wa mite iru sekai no hajimari mo
Umi wa shitte iru sekai no owari mo.

Dakara izanau susumubeki michi e to.
Dakara michibiku tadashii sekai e.

*twitch* *twitch*

Itami kurushimi tsutsumikonde kureru
Ookiku yasashiku tsutsunde kureru.

Umi wa mite iru sekai no hajimari mo.
Umi wa shitte iru sekai no owari mo.

*twitch* sigh…

Moshimo jibun ga kieta to shite mo
Subete shitte iru umi no michibiki

Osorete wa ikenai anata ga irukara
Obiete wa ikenai nakama mo matsukara.
Susumaneba naranai aoki sonosaki e…

"That's a nice song, if not a little bit creepy the way you singing," said Harry tiredly, while getting out from his bed. He looks at the entity that sits on the boulder outside his tent.

"Hello Harry, did I awake you?" ask the entity. Harry glare intensified before sigh resignedly.

"If I say yes, will you go away?" Harry asks. He still sitting on the bed refuses to go to the said entity. "It's almost three am Death. I need my sleep," Death only chuckle at this.

"First, no I'm not. Second, you won't need to sleep if you just accept my…"

"No,"

"Are you sure? I do have other…"

"No means no, Death. No what you want?"

"Ah… straight forward as always. Love it, Darling…"

"Death… "

"Fine," Death said while jumping off from the boulder. Slowly it appearance change, from shadowy image to a sharp dressing young man in black suit. His right hand holding a spoon while licking whatever on it happily.

"What's on the spoon?"

"Peanut butter. Want?"

"No thanks… so?"

"I guess you already know how this reality works? So, what are you going to do now?" ask Death while looking at Harry.

"Yes… I must say, even with my tendency to attract the trouble, this is really over the top. Pirates, Marines, Devil Fruits… it really…," Harry moving his hand trying to emphasize the situation.

"I know… it's crazy righttt… I'm sure you really, really, reaaaallly gonna enjoy it here," Death said while licking the damn peanut butter.

"Death, I'm looking for Sirius not..."

"Relax... I'm sure you will find him, I know you can," Harry glare at Death, who waving the spoon at him while grinning happily. Of course he will find him, that's why he took a jump into the Veil. The problem right now is how. There are thousands of pirates in the sea and not all of them have wanted poster. That's right, pirate. There's no way for Sirius to join Marine, that man loath anything relate to government. That's what he conclude a week ago and he been prepare to leave immediately when something happen.

Death appears behind him and "boos" at him.

Harry would like to state the he did not scream like a girl. In fact his scream is very manly. But let's not focus about that, Death being the bastard she is, (Death appears as a woman this time, with scantily cloth and a headgear that similar to reindeer) only laughing openly for a few minute before waving at him and vanish. Harry manages to curse a few choice of word before looking back in front of him. Because of a sudden scare prank, his magic leash out to protect him. There a huge crater on sand in front of him, he could count at least twelve tree exploded and he firmly ignore couple of red spot on the ground with white feathers on it. Harry could feel his jaw drop at the scenery. Never in his previous life when he lost control of his magic could cause this much damage. Well, Aunt Marge was a different story, at least she still alive, only with a little bit of crazy on the side (no he didn't feel guilty about that).

"Great, now my magic go wonky," grumble Harry for a while before turn and get into the library. Research time. Oh joy. And no he didn't think Death do that just to let him know this magic goes wonky. Death just being the bastard she is. That's all. Nothing more.

Researching had taken twice the time now without Hermione. It took him three day to find what's wrong with his magic. It turn out that, while he is seventeen, he has magic core that belong to his old body. Apparently he had a huge magic core rival to Professor Dumbledore during his prime, but during his previous life, it's never full, so he didn't realize about it. The reason behind it because his magic unconsciously keep healing his body. Now free from the sickness, his core brimming with magic, of course it lashes out. Harry sigh, it seems his plan to set out had to put on hold. With his trouble magnet, it likes a ticking bomb situation. He needs to start training from the beginning. It should take…

"Harry… Harry… Harry… Harry…," said Death while poking Harry cheek with spoon.

"What?! Get that damn thing away from me!"

"Hehehe… weeelll Harry, it seem you in trouble. May I suggest something," Harry look at Death suspiciously. "If you don't like it, you can turn it down," Harry continues to stare before nod slowly. "Good. One year. I want you to stay here for a year. After that, depend on your luck which I know is excellent, you can join whoever comes to this island; on this side not the other one,"

"Why?"

"Hmmm?"

"Why a year? Why you want me to wait. I only need at least two month to re-train my magic only. So why?"

"Shhhh… spoiler darling,"

"Really? River Song? Wait… wait… you…!"

"I was bored… the show seem interesting," Death shrug his shoulder.

"You're in MY HOUSE!"

"Yes and you still don't answer my suggestion," Harry glare at Death. "Stop imagine my death in glory of gore Harry, I am Death in case you forgot. So?"

"Fine, I'll do it. One condition,"

"Okay,"

"You aren't allowed to bother me in four month,"

"Bu…But,"

"Five month,"

"Harryyyy, what I'm going to do…"

"Six,"

"Okay! Six month. I won't bother you in six month. Happy?"

"Very, now shoo… Me, the human want his beauty sleep," pouting Death vanish leaving Harry alone. He quickly gets into his bed and gets back to sleep.

Missing the laughter of doom belong to Death.

Later, Harry realizes the big loophole of his condition.

It's early in the morning when suddenly a man appears. He wore a tattered red cloak, held in place over his shoulders and lower face by several buckles. The said man silently walks into the tent and stand at the end of the bed, looking at the sleeping figure.

"There's a boy I would like you to meet,"

"Hn… what's it in for me?"

"Eternal sleep that you've been dreaming for,"

"… Fine,"

He raise his right hand, a triple barrel gun at the sleeping man however the next thing the man knew, he was lying on his back. His right hand feel numb and he could hear the gun slide under the bed. His eyes widen a bit. "He's fast!"

"Who the bloody hell are you!" growled the boy. The stick he holds glowed, he could sense the magic in the said stick. Calmly, he pulls the letter out of his cloak and hand over to the boy. The boy only raise his eyebrows before take it. He didn't read it immediately, he still looks at him, judge him before the boy move from him. "Name?"

"Vincent,"

"Humph… Harry," the boy, no Harry points the stick toward a chair, the man nod and walk toward it and sit down. Satisfied, Harry sit on another chair in front of the said man. For Harry, he didn't feel any malice coming from the man. Beside if Vincent really wants to harm him, the ward would finish him already. Harry quickly open the letter and read it.

Dear Harry,

Guess what? It's me Death. Now, now Harry don't get mad. Yes I know our deal. But I'm afraid that you really going to miss me so I send one of my minion/slave to you. Am I good or what… Before you get angry, remember you never said my minion/slave could come over. Right….

With Love,

Death

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"DEATH!"

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