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It hurt. It hurts so much. Is death supposed to be this painful? Harry? Harry, where are you? It hurts. I want Harry. Where is he? Where’s my brother?!
My thoughts were interrupted when the black darkness turned into color, specifically Avada Kedavra green. My surprisingly favorite color. Since it was the color of Harry’s eyes. And mine I guess.
I looked around, and saw Harry sitting down, also confused. I rushed over, jumping at him, causing us to both tumble down. “Harry!” I cried out, and tears streamed down my face. He quickly hugged me back, rubbing my back gently.
“It’s okay Heather, I’m here now.” He reassured me. “You’re such a crybaby.” He teased, which resulted in him yelping when I smacked his head.”
“Meanie! Of course I’m crying! We died! And I couldn’t find you! I swear to Morgana I thought you went to hell and I didn’t join you!” Harry squinted at me in disbelief.
“You seriously thought that if I went to hell, you wouldn’t join me? Dumb-arse.” He mumbled the last bit, but I still heard it and bopped him on the head again. “Ow!”
“Aren't they so adorable?!” A voice squealed, and I quickly jumped off Harry and stood up. I looked around, ready for a fight. “Oh don’t worry dear, we’re not here to hurt you.” A pretty blonde lady then appeared, a gentle smile on her face. I couldn’t help but feel calm in her presence, although Harry was still standing next to me tensed up.
“Who are you?” Harry asked, his voice demanding for answers.
“Oh, I’m what you would know as the goddess of life! And there’s also-” She was cut off by a black haired male appearing next to her, looking done with life.
“Sup, I’m the god of Death, also just called death I guess.” Harry seemed more relaxed in death's presence, which I found odd. But whatever.
“Anyways, as you know you two are dead.” Life said, a small frown on her face. I reached out and grabbed Harry’s hand and squeezed it. “But don’t worry! You’re also technically not dead!” She said cheerfully. We stared at her like she was crazy.
“Huh?”
“You see, you both met the requirements to be called the ‘Master of Death’,” She looked at Harry, then looked at me. “And the Master of Life.”
“HUH!?”
“Although those titles aren’t technically right, you’re basically just our chosen special wizards essentially. There’s no way you could just rule over a deity.” Death explained.
“And….How did this happen?” I asked Life.
Life laughed nervously. “Uh, long story sweetie that we don’t have time for, since you’re going to be waking up as your seven year old selves soon.” Harry and I just deadpanned at her. “Anyways, You two can call on us anytime, but we may not always answer. You’ll wake up as your seven year old selves soon, and the first thing I recommend is going to Gringotts. Tell them you want to do a blood test, they’ll know what to do from there, and you’ll get your answers. Goodluck!”
“Wait-” Harry tried to stop Life, but she just smiled and Death casually waved like this was normal. Then everything went black.