It was over. Harry had done it. Voldemort was dead. The death Eaters had backed down. He looked up catching sight of platinum hair. Draco and his mother had helped in the end. The light probably would have lost if not for them. Harry caught his eye and smiled. Draco returned the gesture with a nod of his head. As he turned to walk back to his mother a blur of red crashed into him. It was Ron with Draco's wand in hand pointed at Harry. Next to him stood a smirking Hermione and before he could say a word, a flash of green hit him.
Harry bolted upright with a gasp. "What the fuck was that?!" he breathed into the silence of the blank kings cross station.
"That, I do believe, was Ronald Weasley casting a killing curse at you." Harry turned to the speaker. They were a rather androgynous looking person standing at least seven maybe eight feet tall. Their eyes seemed to be shrouded like the light was being absorbed by the dark depths. The cloak they were wearing appeared similarly with wisps of almost purple at the hem and sleeves. They had the hair pulled back from their face leaving half loose. it fell to the bottom of their shoulder blades, and depending on the angle their hair seemed to be anything from the darkest black, to the lightest white, and all the gray between. Honestly it was giving Harry a headache. "I must admit, I did not expect you back quite so soon."
Harry was fully aware of who he was talking to. It felt like it was ingrained in his soul to know exactly who this entity was. "But why?" his voice was small as he remembered the smirk on Hermione's face. He remembered seeing a matching one in Rons expression too. But Harry didn't understand. They were his friends. So why?
"Because you weren't supposed to survive. They thought you would die sacrificing yourself as the hero, and they didn't plan for anything else." Harry could feel the sting of tears at the back of his eyes. His mind was whirling, until it landed on a single word. Plan. They planned for him to die?
"How long?" again his voice was quiet with a slight rasp. He gave a small cough and continued.
"How long have they been planning this? Were they even my friends?"
"The plans for you have been in place since before you were born. Someone has been manipulating the wixen of this world for many decades now. Did you ever wonder why the Weasleys used the muggle entrance your first year, And you should know by now that there was no way all the compartments were full." death could see the dawning comprehension come to their masters eyes.
"Dumbledore." it was said so quietly it was barely heard even in the silence of the void they were in. death would not interrupt their master. They could see him thinking and linking events together. So he sat and waited. A while later the teen spoke. "Dumbledore did everything. Didn't he? I mean. Who would hide a one of a kind magical artifact in a school. He was around for the first opening of the chamber and would have known about that. He practically stalked Tom in his school days and you're telling me he never knew where the chamber was or what the creature was and Sirius. He knew Sirius was innocent. He cast the fidelius. Let's not even go into fourth year. and…" Halfway through his rant he had begun to pace and gesture wildly. Getting louder and faster as he went until he stopped abruptly, face screwing up in concentration.
"I don't think I've been able to think this clearly in a long time. It's like things just make sense." He frowned in confusion.
"Compulsions, potions, charms and blocks do not function in my realms." Harry snapped his head round to look at death eyes wide. He opened his mouth only to close it a moment later. He repeated the action a few more times before deciding to sit cross legged on the floor despite the perfectly good chair he had been sat in at the beginning of his rant. Again death sat and watched his master think.
It took a while longer this time but eventually he spoke again, green eyes hard and unreadable. "I used to love reading. I basically lived in the library in primary school but the second I was at Hogwarts it was the last thing I wanted to do. So tell me. Was it Dumbledore's fault?" Death only nodded a confirmation. "Hermione and Ron did they know?"
"Hermione Granger, Molly, Arthur, Ronald, and Ginevra Weasley were all helping Albus Dumbledore. At the end of your third year a marriage contract was set up between you and Ginevra. Molly Arthur and Ginevra all signed it and Albus signed for you as your magical guardian."
"Meaning if i was still alive i would have to marry her." his eyes had started to glow in his anger.
"It also means with the contract in place, your death and no will, everything you own goes to Ginevra Weasley." Harry was fuming.
"They did this for money." His voice was deadly calm. "And they got it. They won. I played straight into their hands and there is nothing I can do about it." Death smirked.
"I wouldn't say that."