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"Speaking"

'Thoughts'

Pensive Memories

Parssstletongueee

Chapter 1: Nice Office

'This is a nice sofa; in fact it is probably THE comfiest sofa I have ever sat on in my sad lonely life'

"Mr. Potter…"

'Soft leather cushions that shape to my arse…hang on…that's a nice desk in front of me as well'

"Mr. Potter…"

'Mahogany I suspect, look at the fine detail on tha…'

"MR. POTTER!"

"Yes what? I was just admiring your furniture in your office whilst we wait for the other two 'guests' to arrive!" Harry Potter looked up from the dark brown desk in front of him to peer at the man sat behind the ever so nice Mahogany desk.

"Whilst I appreciate the compliments to my office, the other 'guests' have arrived" Harry stared at the man behind the desk for a couple of seconds before he looked to his right; another man wearing a white three piece suit slouched with one leg over the arm of the sofa, he had bare feet and some gloopy black liquid dripped from them and singed the white wooden floor below. His eyes slightly sunken into his skull, they had a grey misty colour to them, but seemed old, extremely old. He also had short combed grey hair, however there was something about this man that scared Harry witless; the evil grin baring slightly pointed teeth that in fact were immaculate; in his left hand he had a glass of Whiskey.

"Hi…" Said the grinning man in a soft tone but had a definite edge to it, he sipped on his Whiskey then went back to grinning at Harry.

"Um…Hello…"

"Do you know who I am?" He asked leaning slightly towards Harry his grey eyes looking into Harry's Avada Kedavra green.

"Well…" Harry looked the man up and down "You are certainly not the guy who cleans out the toilets in this place that I know…" This made the man chuckle, and then he looked over Harry's shoulder, scowled slightly and took a bigger gulp on his Whiskey.

"Ah. So my previous boss thought that he was too important to come down and meet the boy…" Harry flinched slightly at 'boy'; the man in front seemed to notice in in his peripheral vision and narrowed his eyes before going back to his sentence. "…so he brings down you, who would probably shag the guy's leg if you were a dog." He smirked again at his insult, Harry turned to see the man on his left of the sofa.

Harry raised an eyebrow at the lack of clothing this man wore, some white sweatpants, he also had bare feet, but he had two white loose chains that went around both wrists and each had a black cross hanging from them. This man had a few tattoos of markings scattered across his torso and arms (which by the way were very muscular), unlike the man on Harry's right, this man was not smiling, his face was emotionless and his Ocean Blue eyes stared at Harry like he was scanning his thoughts, his hair was different to the short combed grey hair, this man had hair that flowed down to his shoulders and was a deep almond colour. With a voice that would make Neville Longbottom wet himself with the reminder of his Boggart, he replied.

"Ha. Ha. Ha. Haaaa. You have always been the witty one, yes, jokes thrown left, right and centre with you around, can hardly breathe from them…" The words were literally dripping with sarcasm. Then Harry noticed something that made his eyes open a little more than before, this man had a slight shimmer of light hovering just above his head, it was a shape of a hollowed out Frisbee…a halo, it moved up and down as the man breathed.

"Obviously I am the funny one, with you around, and with your head stuck up so far up his ass, I bet the only good thing that he gets from you is the offer for a blow jo…"The other man was cut short from a loud and sharp "AHEM" coming from the man behind the nice Mahogany desk in front of the three people on the nice sofa.

"I am sure Mr. Potter…"

"Harry, please, it seems we have gone past formalities, quite far actually" Harry said glancing left and right at the two men throwing insults at each other.

"Yes, well, I am sure you would like to know who I am, and more importantly the two Juvenile 'guests' sat either side of you"

"Hey!" The two men exclaimed in unison, Harry got a better look of the man sat behind the desk; like the man on Harry's right, this man was wearing a three piece suit, which was completely black with a thin red tie, his face was thin, almost skull-like, he had pale skin that seemed to slightly stretched over his face, it seemed to be more of a full head latex mask than actual skin; Harry could not see the man's eyes due to the small square shades that were on the bridge of his nose, he was completely bald. As the man placed his hands onto the nice Mahogany desk, Harry saw that he was wearing black leather gloves; however, Harry swore that he had seen a flash of white bone of his wrist.

"Well…" Harry looked back up into the man's shades searching for eye movement but finding none "…it would be nice to know, however I am sensing that the topless, woman haired oddball on my left is something like an Angel" The man on Harry's right snorted whilst the oddball on his left wasn't affected by the insult from Harry he just kept repeating "Like" under his breath.

"I guess it's the Halo above him that gave it away wasn't it…" Harry nodded "…you are correct, however he is not 'something like an Angel' he is an Angel" Harry's mouth went slack, he was sitting next to a real angel, a real Angel; Harry then turned to look at the Angel sat next to him, he looked him up and down again, before, which startled everyone in the man's office, Harry started laughing out loud.

"Please, PLEASE, tell me that not all male Angels look like this guy next to me, I would actually go with the look that the-guy-who-stood-in-tar has got" Harry jerked his thumb to the man on his right, who still had a broad grin on his face.

"Harry, you, again in the last minute have just insulted God's personal Angel. Angel Gabriel" Harry's breath got stuck in his throat.

'Oh shit' he thought 'well that's one way ticket downwards for me' Harry squirmed in his seat, inching ever so slightly to the man on his right.

"And the man who has not stopped grinning so far and has somehow got into my personal Whiskey cabinet…AGAIN! Is none other than Lucifer himself" Now Harry nearly fainted, he slowly turned to look at the man on his right again, still he was grinning, he held out his right hand for Harry to take.

"Hi, yep, the one and only Lucifer, pleasure to meet you Harry" Instead of a grin, he was wearing an actual smile; slowly Harry took Lucifer's hand, his hand was hot to the touch, it made Harry flinch in shock, but he let go after shake.

"Hel…waits…am I dead!?" Harry exclaimed looking back at the man behind the desk, he pushed his hand through his black ruffled hair.

"Ding-ding, we have a winner…" Gabriel drawled, Lucifer let out a slow breath, Harry was starting to shake.

"Yes, thus I am Death; and your wide eyes expected a hooded figure with a Scythe. No?" Harry slowly nodded his eyes wide and tears in the corner of his eyes.

"I wear that for celebratory conventions, get a cold breeze down south with that on, and I know it's upsetting that you are leaving your friends and fam…" Harry held up his hand to cut him off before Death finished his last word.

"I do not consider myself nor does my family acknowledge me as a Potter, so therefore I am Harry no-name, this is quite a happy moment for me actually, I have finally left that cruel world behind, and truthfully, as long as I don't go back, I would go with either of these gentleman; Gabriel because of the opportunities that have been shown throughout the human world and even if I was unwillingly taken by Lucifer, nothing, I mean nothing will be as painful as your own Mother telling you to 'shut up' when you are in tears, your Father not buying you any presents for your Birthday or Christmas and both of you parents ignoring you since you were one year old, whilst my famous brother gets everything…" Harry practically screamed the final part; all three men around Harry felt an unnatural gust pickup around Harry, making the objects on Death's desk shake and Gabriel's hair float. Sparks were crackling around him and Death could see two emotions battling within Harry's green eyes; fur and sadness.

"Harry, if you would please calm down, I would honestly love to keep my Office in one piece" Death said soothingly making Harry breathe slower.

"Have you seen that night? Halloween 1981? The night my parents went to a ball with me and my prick brother on my own? The nights were EVERYTHING changed to utter shit for me?" Harry spat, the three men shook their heads and Death pulled out from under his desk a Pensive and placed it upon his desk.

"Show us Harry" A wand appeared in Harry's hand and Harry concentrated on the night.

"Perfect Recall memory helps a lot" He muttered, whilst a thick white strand came from Harry's temple and he placed into the liquid mist that was in the Pensive; he swirled it a bit before, he motioned everyone to enter it; Harry himself entered to see their reactions.

Pensive Memory: Halloween 1981, Godric's Hollow, Potter House, Nursery

Death, Gabriel, Lucifer and Harry landed on their feet in Harry's and his brother's nursery. All four people could see two cots and two baby boys peering up at a hooded man. Harry said 'Pause' and the memory paused.

"I am the one in the right cot, whilst Christopher is in the other one, you already have probably guessed that the hooded fellow in front of us with his Yew wand out is Voldemort" The three men nodded, Baby Harry had bright shining green eyes full of curiosity and wonder, he had a little bit of a black tuff on his head, he looked emotionless. Whereas his brother, Baby Christopher, had dull deep brown eyes that held shock and sacredness, he had a little tuff of red hair, unlike Baby Harry; Baby Christopher's face was contorted in the middle of a scream. Harry said 'Resume' and Baby Christopher's high pitched wail entered their ears.

"Shush you pathetic piece of worthless scum!" Bellowed Voldemort, he walked closer towards the cots, he stopped and stared at the wailing Christopher before turning to look at the emotionless Harry.

"I shall kill you first; I will take a lot more pleasure in killing him last, screaming shit!" Voldemort raised his wand at Baby Harry who now tilted his head to the right in suspicion.

"AVADA KEDAVRA" The green light of the Killing Curse, erupted from Voldemort's wand, lighting up the room around whilst it sped towards Baby Harry, who had now stood up and held onto the bars of his cot. The spell hit Harry, enveloping him in the green curse, before the impossible become possible, the Killing Curse that everyone feared, shot back at Voldemort, whose hood dropped from the wind from the curse, his blood red eyes went wide as the Killing Curse hit him in the chest, the final sound that came from him was:

"Oh…" before Voldemort himself blew up, his wand flying across the room and striking Baby Christopher on his forehead, knocking him out cold. Like his Brother, Baby Harry slowly succumbed to blackness.

The four people did not exit the Pensive however.

"Skipping twenty minutes, however you won't see anything" Harry said waving his hand around in the blackness.

Three Cracks rung the darkness around them, then a scream went off around them.

"OH FUCKING HELL!" A man's voice called, everyone looked at Harry who mouthed 'James Potter', and they nodded in return.

"My Babies!" Again they looked at Harry you gave them a figure-it-out-dumbass look, and again they nodded.

"Oh dear, look at him James, look at Christopher's forehead"

"What does that mean Albus? Here is…Voldemort's wand…" James said, they could hear rubble being moved.

"Albus, does this mean that the Prophecy is true?!" Lily Potter said, picking up a now wailing Christopher.

"Yes, I'm afraid so…Christopher Alex Potter is the Boy-Who-Lived, that mark on his forehead proves that he was hit with the Killing Curse, I am sensing large amount of backlash in this room, Voldemort has been destroyed…" Albus finished.

"What about Harry?" Lily Asked, more wailing came closer to Harry and a warm touch was placed on Baby Harry's forehead.

"He…I'm afraid…will have to be kept safe as well and controlled as Jealousy may come as he realises what his brother has done"

"We understand" James and Lily said in Unison.

"Now, let's go and find Mr. Pettigrew, I would like a chat with him…" The voices in the room slowly dulled into hushed tones then nothing as all four people came out of the Pensive.

Pensive Memory End

Harry looked at the reactions of the immortal men in the room, Death was emotionless, Gabriel was scowling, in thought and Lucifer looked kind of pissed off.

"If that long bearded twat had just scanned you then he would have realised that Christopher just got debris damage" Lucifer growled, the Whiskey glass shattered but disappeared before it hit the floor.

"That was, enlightening, well we understand completely now, however we will have to jump forward until an hour ago and we will be watching my memory for this one" Death held his gloved finger to his forehead and pulled out a memory, then like Harry he placed it into the liquid mist and stirred.

'Well let's watch my death, it will be shits and giggles' Harry thought.