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Harry waited in bated breath for the incoming verbal assault this reaper has in mind.
"Wait, I just remembered something. You stay right there." she said and went running out of the room.
After almost she went back, pushing a old fashioned projector and under the projector a number of small film reels jangled on their respective metal casings.
"Sorry it took me that long, I have to have the films copied and spliced for convenience, we would not want to wade through years and years of material we don't really need, don't we? Also, I have to wait for some fresh records to process and copy." she said by way of greeting, and started fiddling with the portable projector.
"Don't ask me, it has always been the format of these things ever since I started. And believe me, I have started a long time ago." she told Harry even before Harry could even begin a word. "And to think there are less cumbersome storage media available, honestly." she then muttered to herself, still setting up the projector.
"Excuse me, what are these?" Harry then asked her
"Cinematic Records. Basically, a soul's life story in a more readable format. Though 'more readable' is a very subjective term. Fiddly little shits, that is what they are."
Upon closer inspection, Harry saw the tags on the film corresponds to the names of people he knew to have died: Potter, Lily J(nee Evans); Black, Sirius Orion; Snape, Severus Tobias; Dumbledore, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian and some other names that he knows should not be there.
"But how? Why! I already died so nobody else should!"
"Oh. Condolences." she said, noticing he reels Harry currently has on his hands right now, the tags reading: Lupin, Remus John and Weasley, Fred.
"Do you know that if we manage to make this work, it would make all this pointless?" seeing Harry's incredulous look, she continued. "Listen, I did not bring these reels just to mess with you. Their records really have some information that we need.
"Look at it this way, we actually manage not to fuck up your own life this go around, almost all these deaths would not have occurred." A moment later, she sighed and gently pried the reels from Harry's hands. "Listen, we fix this and all this would not have happened. Yes Mister Potter, we can FIX this. That is why you are here now.", she said, taking Harry's head and making sure he meets her eye.
She then let go of Harry's head, let him to his devices and placed the first reel to the projector. After a couple of minutes, she asked. "Ready, Mister Potter?" She was about to consider leaving the room to let him think about it first, but then she heard Harry Potter say something. "I'm sorry Mister Potter?", she then clarified.
Harry then looked straight at her, eyes burning with determination and then said; "I'm ready."