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“AVADA KEDAVRA!”
Emerald green light filled my vision, and quickly after it was just black. No life flashing before your eyes, now slow death, no pain. Just black. The black sat for a time. Days, hours, seconds, years, infinity, I could not tell. When suddenly, the black was white, and as the white became manageable, I could see Kings Cross Station. The pillars adorning the cavernous space, and on a park bench ahead of me, sat Dumbledore himself.
After a mind-boggling conversation about death, he gave me a choice, a Hobson’s choice, but a choice none-the-less. As I opened my mouth to grant him his answer, a voice sounded from the hallway. Ominous, everpresent and sourceless. Yet, while it visibly freaked Dumbledore out, I got a strange sense of comfort.
“Oh. Dum~bl~dor~e. Forgetting, something.”
When I blinked, a figure was standing before me, draped in a long flowing black cloak, the figure was tall, with a wicked-looking scythe that appeared to be made entirely of bone.
After what felt like hours of the two just staring down each other, Dumbledore turned away and faded into a shower of white particles. The figure looked back at me, and even though I should’ve been able to, I couldn’t see a face within the cloak.
“Harry Potter.”
“Yes?”
“I have a job for you.”
“Can I go back. I need to stop Voldemort.”
“He is already defeated, at least in your realm. No. this is something that if she wins, could destroy every reality.”
“That doesn’t sound good.”
“It’s not. Hence why I need you and 3 others to go to this realm and deal with it.”
“Why me, I’m certain there are others who could do this for you.”
“No, not much, two of the pieces are already there. A young girl with silver eyes, and a lost boy with blonde hair and a shield.”
After a minute of thinking, I ask the figure, “Just who are you?”
“Death.” answered the figure honestly and ominously.
“If I don’t accept the I die?”
“In not in as few words but essentially yes.”
I debated with myself. But eventually, self-preservation won for the first time in many years. “Okay, where’s my team.”
“Right Here.”
At the late syllable, three figures appeared next to death. Neville, Hermione. And finally Ginny.
Back at the Battle of Hogwarts (3rd person)
Neither Harry nor Voldemort walked out of the forest, as suddenly all the living death eaters stopped fighting and faded into dust, starting from their mark, and progressing slowly over the rest of their bodies.
Once all that was left were piles of ash, three figures, all looking hopefully at the edge of the forest, dropped dead from unknown causes. A boy with mousy brown hair, a pale freckled girl with fiery red hair, and a tanned girl with hazel eyes and curly brown hair, all looking worried one second and completely lifeless the next.
Back in Death’s Realm
“You three have been chosen for varying reasons to assist Mr. Potter here in a mission of great importance. Your choices are this, or I simply keep you souls and let your bodies rot.”
“Well that was awfully blunt,” said Harry to the figure. Facing his friends, “Take the deal, or it’ll be another four and I don’t want my friends to die.”
“For ---” Hermione started before Ginny interrupted.
“We accept!”
“Excellent, then your training can begin,” spoke death with a malicious grin.