And here is ANOTHER new fic that GhostKaiser and I are writing!

Now we all know Harry is the Master of Death, but... What if he became its Master much earlier? What if Death was a woman? And what if... She came to visit him?

Not only does this change his perspective on life, not only does it shift his attitude but it also removes the veil of deception from his eyes.

With the love of Death he learns of his family legacy, where he gets so much power and learns so much. And he also gains the love of several lovely ladies.

This story was inspired by the art of Oobidoobi but also the awesome 'A Very Potter' series by Starkid. Expect quotes. Seriously... AVP is HILARIOUS and we recommend you ALL check it out.

Harry's Harem includes: Death, Hermione, the Patil twins, Daphne Greengrass, Fleur Delicor, Pansy Parkinson, Susan Bones and Fem!Malfoy

Warning: Dumbledore bashing and Ron bashing

Also... Ghost and I have a bit of a surprise for you in here.

Also we increased the ages for people joining Hogwarts by two or three years.

And now, here is a message from Ghost:

Hello to all of our fans, this story you're about to read has details pertaining to Harry Potter and the franchise. Certain aspects in this story aren't mentioned in the books or movies but are in the lore just the same.

Co-Writter:GhostKaiser23

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or StarKid

Harry Potter

Loving Death

Chapter 1: The Master of Death

02:00AM, the 1st of November, an invisible figure slid into the office of Headmaster Dumbledore

'Okay... now where would he keep things that could be useful?' The figure thought to itself 'OH! Here's Professor Dumbledore's wand.' The figure pulled a cloak back, revealing his arms and chest and head. The figure had black wild hair and emerald green eyes, a thunderbolt on his forehead.

This was Harry James Potter.

Several hours ago he was forced to take part in the TriWizard tournament, as a fourth champion... Even though there where only supposed to be three and he was under the age of Eighteen, he was currently sixteen. He and snuck into the HeadMaster's office in order to find out about the three deadly tasks he was forced to take part in, he wanted every advantage so he could survive the STUPID tournament he was FORCED to take part in. And since he had found Dumbledore's wand... He decided to mess about, work out his frustration.

"Oh, look at me! I'm Albus Too-Many-Names Dumbledore and I think putting a kid with abusive relatives who locked said child in a cubard for eleven years is a GOOD idea!" He said bitterly, swinging Dumbledore's wand back and forth in anger "Old fucking git." He snarled bitterly, about to stab the wand into the desk... When he noticed a drawer open where he saw a strange black stone "Wait...what's this?" He reached out and grasped the small black stone. A octahedron with a strange symbol etched into it: a triangle with a circle within it and vertically halved by a single line. It looked like an eye...but at the same time it wasn't. But suddenly the wand, the stone and his cloak all glowed black... And then black magic 'exploded' around the room silently "What's going on?" Harry asked

"Ignotus...?" A soft voice asked "No... You are my second chosen." The voice said, almost audibly smiling as the magic faded away. And the sight, made Harry yelled and jump back and drop the stone and wand It seemed to be the figure of a buxom pale skinned woman in a black robe... a VERY strange black robe. If went down to her ankles, so seemingly tight it seemed like she only had one leg, and it was sleeveless. Her skin was as pale as snow, her breasts looking like a fucking G or E Cup! With a large circular hole in her robes showing it off. Bed robes had a small ass length cape, her finger nails painted black, and her hood was high shielding the top half of her face from view. The bottom half of her face looked to be painted to be a skull

"Oh Wizard God!" Harry gasped seeing the beautiful woman and feeling a nose bleed... AND blood rushing in other places.

"Hello... Master." The woman purred at the sight of him... Making Harry faint "Oh dear..." The woman pouted as she bit her lower lip in worry.

*small time skip*

Harry groaned as he awoke to find himself in an empty classroom "Oh...no Professor...I've got my results here..." Harry groaned

"Hmmm. You are SUCH a bad boy Mr Potter. You aren't going to take advantage of your innocent, defenseless little Professor are you Mr Potter?" The same female voice from the office purred softly

"Gah! Wh-who're you?!" Harry woke abruptly. He stood up and down around to see the woman dressed as a school teacher, except she was still wearing the cape and hood so he couldn't see her eyes and upper face

"Five points Mr Potter, unless you can guess who I am." The woman teased

"I... Er... Who the hell are you?!" Harry groaned, noticing the strange shaped symbol on a pendent on her right white shirt... The same symbol that was within the stone he found

"Think Master... you KNOW the answer, you've met me a few times." She answered "Once as a babe, once in the Chamber of Secrets and just last year when you faced the Dementors."

"But... I've never seen you before." Harry frowned, not understanding

"Think...what happened at ALL of those times?" She asked "Tom has always feared me..."

"... Death?" Harry frowned before he gasped, eyes widening "No... No this can't be happening! I... I'm dreaming! I... I'm going crazy!"

"It's not a dream, you're not crazy...this is real." The now named Death answered. She stood up, her cloths turning to shadows and reverting to her tight dress "You have gathered the Deathly Hallows, like I had arranged with Fate and have always attended. And now... You are my Master." She smiled as she walked towards him

"The Deathly...what? What're you talking about? I'm no-ones master." Harry answered

"You are mine." She purred, kneeling in front of him so they were eye level "Your cloak. The stone. And the Elder Wand. All three... The triangle. The circle. The line... My symbol. You are the Master of Death. My Master."

"What...I'm having trouble processing this...what ARE the Deathly Hallows...and who's Ignotus?" Harry asked

"Ignotus was my first Master. Ignotus Prevril. He and his two brothers cheated me so I gave then double edged rewards. To the oldest brother I gave him the Elder Wand, a wand that makes the used near invincible. He died from his arrogance and I claimed his soul. The second brother wished to mock me, so he requested a stone that would bring back the soul of a dead person. So I gave him the Resurrection Stone. He brought back his fiancé but she drive him mad and he killed himself, entering my embrace. But the third brother...he just wanted to live his life without worrying about me until it was his time. So I gave him my Invisibility Cloak, one that would never wear away and can not be seen through or cheated. He evaded me for years until he had gathered all three and did not abuse their power. So I allowed him to be my Master." She explained "I choose who is to be my Master, and then they shall be destined to gather all three Hallows. Strangely...you and Tom look like Ignotus and Cadmus when they were young...and before Tom cut his soul into seven." Death added

"Wait so...what was Dumbledore doing with the Wand and the Stone?" Harry asked "And why do I have the cloak?"

"The cloak was passed down from father to son since Ignotus, when his Peverell bloodline bore a daughter she passed the cloak from her to her son: your ancestor. And so the cloak passed to you. The stone followed the same path with Tom's ancestors all the way down to Marvolo Gaunt, to his daughter Merope and finally Tom. The wand follows a bloody tale, changing allegiance from wizard and witch alike, who best the owner in battle. Albus is the only person who didn't kill the previous owner." Death answered "The stone was part of a ring, part of a Horcrux. I refused to have my Hallow as part of such a disgusting item... As a cheat to me! So I forced it into his pocket the night he attacked your family, where Dumbledore found it." Death explained, cupping his cheek

"So...This Horcrux?" Harry panted hearing his famous story being told with added knowledge

"It's one of THE most darkest pieces of magic. A person who makes a Horcrux splits his or her soul and puts that fragment into an object. Tom's succeeded multiple times. In fact three of the four House Items ARE Horcruxes." Death answered

"Three of...Like the Sword of Gryffindor?" Harry asked

"Exactly: Helga's cup, Salazar's Locket and Rowena's Diadem." Death answered

"And...Does Dumbledore know about this?" Harry asked

"Of course he did." She nodded with a dark glare, putting her finger onto his forehead "And he knows about the one here... And expects you to die."

"Voldemort...is here? In ME? Dumbledore wants me to DIE?!" Harry panted heavily turning to the table "Is that... is... is that why?"

"Your scar burns when Tom is near? Yes. It's his soul trying to re-join its source." Death answered

"And Dumble...Albus KNEW that?" Harry clenched his fist

"Yes. But Tom doesn't know; you're the Horcrux Tom never intended." Death answered putting her hand on his shoulder. She pulled her finger, slowly, from his forehead dragging away an orb of darkness

"W-What's that?" Harry asked

"Tom's fractured soul...no more pain from that hypocrite." Death answered and destroyed the piece in her hand "Now it is just you... And me... Master." She purred, crawling towards him making him crawl back nervously

"B-but..." Harry knocked into the table making the decorations rattle He froze, expecting Filtch to come in any moment

"It is fine Master." She smiled before she noticed something and frowned, flicking her finger across his chest and Harry felt like a weight was taken of his shoulders making Death smile again "There. No more pesky blocks."

"Wh-what did you do?" Harry asked and though he didn't admit it, he like the feeling of Death's touch on his body. It was warm and soft, kind and caring...at least, that's what HE felt.

"Dumbledore bound your magic and your ability to learn. You were less than half as strong as you should be, stopping you from recovering from your malnutrition and made it harder for you to learn like you where ADHD, dyslexic, had Aspergers or other similar mental difficulties." She explained calmly, running her hand over his chest

"And now...?" Harry asked

"You're awakened." Death smiled "Unbound... I doubt Hermione can keep up with you now." She slowly ran her fingers from his stomach towards his collar bones with her first finger followed by her middle finger, one after another as if her hand was walking. And with each 'step' Harry felt a small pulse within him. As if something was flowing into his body. Some strange power.

"What...what's going on? I feel..." Harry breathed deeply

"I am forming our bond... What you feel, is what you gain from me. Including... The Ultimate Magical Foci." Death smiled and in green flames a black scythe with a green blade appeared in his hand

"But... What about the Elder Wand?" Harry asked, gasping as her pale fingers touched his neck

"That is the best Wand. But Wands are the WEAKEST Foci." Death explained "The other Foci is a staff but it is a twin edged sword. Strong staff users are twice as strong compared to when they use a wand. But weak ones wouldn't even be able to cast anything. And since the Pure Blood Inbreeding weakens them they forced more Wand usage and lesions, making staffcraf and staff usage die out."

"So...my half-blood?" Harry asked

"It's a blessing, not a curse." Death smiled "The Potter's never inbred. In fact they made sure to marry a Muggle or a Muggle-Born every two to three generations, and since a child is called 'Pureblood' if BOTH of their family's grandparents are Magical it is easy for a 'Pureblood' status to be upheld. And even then... Your blood is very powerful from your Mother's blood."

"My mum...always looking after me." Harry smiled with joyful tears forming.

"And... You can meet her now." Death smiled "You are my Master. You can ask me to summon any soul you wish, for a limited time only. You can be taught by the greatest sorcerers and sorceresses of all history. And as long as you never abuse me or my power, as I know you won't, then I shall never try and deny you. ANYthing."

"I promise." Harry answered

"I know you won't. I told you that I know you never would." She smiled "I spoke to Time and Destiny before I decided to make you my Master: and my sisters where slightly jealous."

"You're sisters with Time and Destiny?" Harry asked

"Oh yeah. They were a little miffed when you went back in time and changed our Godfather's fate." Death answered

"But we heard Hermione's wolf howl to save us from Lupin! I saved us with the Patrons!" Harry argued

"That was Fate's doing. She is always messing with all three of us." Death pouted "She is the youngest of my sisters, I'm the oldest. And she loves 'pranking' us as she calls it."

"...I don't have siblings so I wouldn't know." Harry answered sadly

"I know..." Death stroked his hair gently, feeling sorry for him "I am the oldest of all of us." She explained "I was the first. And I shall be the last. When the first living thing existed, I was there, waiting. When the last living thing dies, my job is finished. I'll put the chairs on tables, turn out the lights and lock the universe behind me when I leave."

"So... Life is a bar?" Harry weakly joked at the very serious comment

"A very apt parallel." She nodded

"...Do you serve Butterbeer?" Harry joked

"I can bring you Butterbeer if you wish Master." She purred, pushing her body against his

"Thanks...I should get to bed. This has been an experience." Harry smiled. Death nodded and the two vanished in a swirl of darkness before they reappeared in Harry's bed "Err...you're...kinda close." Harry blushed; as Death and Harry were in his bed.

"I know Master." She smiled

"Well...good night?" Harry blushed

"Good night." Death smiled. Harry blinked as his glasses where pulled off by Death... that was so weird to think... Before he tried to go to sleep. Death just put his glasses onto his bed side table and curled into his side, watching her master sleep with a smile

*time skip- the next morning*

"Hmm...oh man...was...everything last night...a dream?" Harry rubbed his forehead

"No it was not Master." A familiar voice purred into his ear, a tongue licking the back of said ear slowly and seductively

"Hmm!" Harry blushed seeing Death besides him, nearly jumping out of bed

"Morning." She smiled. A loud yawn came from opposite Harry, it was Ron Weasely. Ron was once his best friend had been since their first year. But when Harry was forcefully entered into the Triwizard Tournament he has blamed and abandoned Harry.

"Crap!" Harry thought in fear, scared that Ron would wake up and see Death cuddling with him... and that was weird to think

"Don't worry, they can't see or hear me unless you wish it." Death smiled

"What about ghosts?" Harry asked

"Hmm..." Death thought "Same deal, more or less. Well... The can sense me. And I can reveal myself to THEM. But otherwise you must reveal me." She said, falling her chin as Ron snored "I pity the woman who marries HIM." Death deadpanned...*Insert trumpet* wah-wah-wah...

"I... Er... Better get up." Harry blushed

"Why? Don't you want to... 'Use me'... Master?" Death purred

"Not in front of my classmates!" Harry blushed

"Oh? So... In private?" She purred "You want to punish me like a bad girl? Maybe with a whip? Making me choke on your 'wand'? Make me scream as you made my ass ripple with each thrust?"

"Hmm." Harry blushed brightly "Did Ignotus do that when he was alive?"

"Oh of course. Him and his wife were QUITE the pair..." Death smiled happily

"S... So he never got 'physical' with you?" Harry gulped

"Hmm, hmm...Would you like to know?" Death teased

Harry's brain went blank at that, before he realized he could see clearly without his glasses! "I...I can see clearly. I don't need my glasses?" Harry asked

"I healed you as you slept." Death smiled, cupping his cheek "But I hope you still wear them... They make you look sexy."

"I better wear them for now. If I don't wear them as soon as I came back from Albus's office people are gonna get suspicious." Harry answered

"Why would you go to his office?" She frowned "No one knew you went there."

"Sorry, just being cautious...You never know if the pictures gossip." Harry answered

She nodded, taping his glasses making the glasses fake lenses "There we go." Death smiled

"Thanks." he nodded

"Hmm... oh man... Harry... you up yet?" Seamus's voice asked up through his own quilt

"Yes Samus?" He asked, sitting up and quickly putting his glasses on

"It's time for breakfast... man... Whoever said that having Butterbeer before bed was a good idea...it's not." Seamus answered

"It barley has alcohol in it... How did you get drunk off that stuff?" Harry deadpanned as he started getting dressed "I'm surprised that Hermione hasn't stormed in to drag me down to breakfast and talk about this bloody tournament."

"It's not alcohol Harry... sugar crash..." Seamus answered "Good luck alright?"

"Thanks man. It's months till the first task but... It's good to know that SOME people believe me." Harry smiled, finishing his tie

"Yeah... You're a good guy... You're not suicidal enough for KNOWINGLY enter this." Seamus headed downstairs

Harry nodded, following him to the common room to see a head of bushy hair on the sofa surrounded by a mountain of books. Hermione had fallen asleep reading in front of the fire. Again "Oh man... Hermione..." Harry sighed and gently rocked her, smiling lightly "'Mione. Wake up 'Mione." He said, Hermione yawning as her brown eyes slowly opened

"Hmm... oh... I did it again didn't I?" Hermione asked rubbing her eyes.

"If you mean: falling to sleep in front of the fire from excessive reading? Yeah...you did it again." Harry nodded

"I... Was trying to work out what the first task was." She muttered as Harry helped her stand up and lead her towards the Great Hall

"I don't blame you...come on, let's get some breakfast." Harry lead her to the Great Hall

*Downstairs*

The two walked into the Great Hall together, the booming hall going silent as Harry and Hermione walked down the aisle until they sat at their place at the Gryffindore table "They're staring again." Hermione sighed, putting some toast on her plate

"Let them stare. It's just jealousy." Death answered to Harry.

"I know." He nodded to both of them, sighing as he out some random food in his plate and tucking in

"Hello Potter." a female voice spoke

"Malfoy..." Harry sighed. He sighed and turned around to see the 'Queen of Slytherin'

"Enjoying your final meal?" Malfoy asked, she wore the Hogwarts robe with the emerald green S and snake of Slytherin. Her hair was a platinum blonde that was pulled back to cascade down her back. She was a beautiful teenage girl with long hair and grey eyes, a soft face and a small Petit nose, her hair pulled out of her face with a green hair clip. She had a slim body shape with a small breast size and a set of athletic hips and legs. She wore loose black and green robes, hanging from her shoulders. She had a fight white shirt, a green and silver stripped tie, a dark grey skirt that went half way to her knees, green pantyhose and black ballets shoes

"The first task isn't till like Mid November Malfoy." Harry deadpanned "And it's the first of November. I've got weeks left."

"I know... But whoever entered you in this tournament might kill you before the first task. If not them then the other students will." She grinned evilly, her pink lips in a smirk

"You... Don't think I did it?" Harry asked, shocked

"Pfft. As if." She scoffed, crossing her arms over her non-existent chest "Don't flatter yourself Potter. Dumbledore may be an senile old man but you are nowhere NEAR smart enough to get past the Goblet."

"You may not have the knowledge, but now you have more than enough power to simply overpower it." Death smiled, sitting where Ron would normally sit

"Besides you have enough money and fame as it is, this tournament would just be skill bragging rights and even then you are too young to be a real challenge to the other contestants! Malfoy continued " And 'Eternal glory'? Does ANYONE, and I mean ANYONE, ACTUALLY know the name of a SINGLE winner of this tournament? No. The reason for you being entered is clear: they want you dead."

"Er... Thanks?" Harry said in confusion, once again speaking to both, as he tilted his head lightly and his glasses slipped down his nose slightly

'So dreamy.' Almost every teenage girl who was the unintentionally look thought as they rubbed their thighs together lightly

"You are welcome Master." Death smiled

"Tch. Whatever." Malfoy scoffed, her pale cheeks pink as she was still recovering from the look Harry just unintentionally used "I hope you don't die. I can't be the best in the school if you die before I prove I am better than you. Idiot." She huffed, walking away

"Ooooh! Someone's a Tsundare!" Death giggled as Ron entered the Great Hall with a grumble. Death got out of her seat and appeared behind Harry where she began to massage his shoulders

"A... What?" Harry asked as Ron sat in front of him and Hermione and began to savagely eat like a pig, as well as having a dark look on his face like HE was the one who was stabbed in the back and was going to die

"Huh?" Hermione asked turning to Harry

"Err...Nothing." Harry answered "Morning." He said simply to Ron to which the red head just glared at his as he stuffed his face

"Harry are you okay? You look like you're on another world." Hermione asked, noting how HArry seemed to pay a lot of attention to something that wasn't there

"It... it's nothing. I'm fine." Harry answered giving eye contact to Hermione, the sight made her fluster slightly. Death smiled as she continued her massage, when a blonde wearing the blue uniform of Beauxbatons walked over

"Monsieur Harry?" the blonde haired girl spoke politely. She was: Fleur Delacour, the Quater-Veela witch of Beauxbaton's Academy of Magic. She had short slicked back silvery-blonde hair, with light blue eyes. Her entire aura seemed to be beautiful and enticing. She was wearing the powder blue dress and blue hat that was her school uniform and she was one of her competitors during the tournament

"Yes?" Harry asked curiously. He would have honestly said Fleur was the most beautiful woman he had ever met... If he hadn't met Death last night

"I... Weesh to apologies for the leetle boie comment from last night. I was overemotional." She explained with a slightly bowed head of regret

"Oh... no problem Fleur, this tournament's taking it's toll on all of us." Harry answered

"I was just overwhelmed thinking about thee competition and not zat you where bein forced into eet against your will." She apologized again

Harry extended his hand "Bygones be bygones. Sound fair?"

"Yes." She nodded, taking his hand and shaking it. And the air around her seemed to grow shinnyer as all the boys suddenly where drooling more than when they normally stared at Fleur but Harry was not effected making Fleur's eyebrows raise 'He is immune to the Alur?!' She thought in surprise

"Well... good luck in the Tournament. May the better champion win." Harry spoke professionally and courteously "Which I am hoping is you. Cedric is a bit of a jerk, Krum is an ass and I want to lose this thing. I just want to survive."

"The... Thank you." The French beauty queen muttered, walking away shocked

"Harry...you didn't become a drooling buffoon...what happened to you?" Hermione asked

"Yeah...what DID happen to me?" Harry asked aloud knowing Death was next to him

"Simple. You not only have tremendous self-control but you have an enormous co... Will. And I shielded you from a small portion of her magic." Death explained "You're magic, after knowing what Vella can do, knows how to defend you from all but their full power Alur. So I took the edge off."

"Thanks." Harry whispered to Death acknowledging her "I dunno. Maybe it's from Scarfy." Hermione rolled her eyes as she got back to eating, Harry following her example, as the hall calmed down

"Good morning everyone." An elderly voice spoke at the head of the Great Hall. It was Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts and owner of a REALLY long name and number of titles. But everyone noticed... He was late. Dumbledore was NEVER late

"The Wand no longer obeys him." Death smiled, rubbing Harry's thigh

"Huh?" Harry asked gently

"The Elder Wand is yours now Harry...It obeys you." Death answered almost lustfully

"Even with the Tri-Wizard Tournament we have some new arrivals coming to Hogwarts. May I present GhostKaiser the 23rd and GreyKing the 46th." Dumbledore said, at his podium

"Hi." Grey King waved as he entered. He was wearing a NOT grey suit but a black one with a white shirt, his suit having grey accent. He had short black/dark brown hair and eyes that where a mix of brown and green, wearing black framed glasses

"How's it going?" Ghost walked up behind his friend. He was wearing a black shirt with red accents. His hair was short with dark brown hair and brown eyes. His trousers seemed to have a stitched motif in the shape of a hollow arrow pointed crucifix.

"So... What are we doing here Ghost?" Grey whispered to his friend

"Well besides doing some AWESOME metaphysical stuff..." Ghost whispered back "Luna and Catherine..." he winked "Red Vine?"

"Of course." Grey nodded, taking the sweet "No. I mean what's our JOB."

"Oh THAT. Here it comes." Ghost answered

"They will be the new Defense Against The Dark Arts teachers." Dumbledore spoke

"But what about Professor Moody?!" A random student called

"Yea, we can't do that Ghost. Fourth year." Grey reminded before he went "Oh! I know!" And clicked his fingers, time seeming to rewind

"Professor McGonagall feels she is getting on in years and has called in her two apprentices to work as teacher assistants and, for the start of the school year in two years, will be taking her place!" Dumbledore explained

"Nice one dude." Ghost nodded to Grey.

"Welcome." Grey smiled as the students clapped awkwardly

"They're too young!" a voice shouted out

"Yeah and so's your mother!" Ghost responded only for Grey to hit him over the head

"We are both in our Twenty's and are Transfiguration prodigies. The first years are all thirteen, it is not like we are super young or old." Grey countered

"Prove it." the same voice called out

"Only in class... ow..." Ghost answered rubbing his head

"So... Where do we sit?" Grey asked

"We've prepared a table for you." Albus answered. Grey nodded, dragging Ghost to the table... Who was trying to pick fights with students

"I think this year is going to be interesting." Hermione said

"That Ghost guy's an idiot...but funny." Harry chuckled "Well we better head to class... Potions with the Slytherins." He groaned

"Have you managed to finish your Potions essay?" Hermione asked

"Oh Wizard God..." Harry groaned but then he felt something in his pocket and realized that Death had put a finished essay in his pocket

"Harry." Hermione frowned

"I... I meant Wizard God Yes!" He lied nervously

"You actually finished an essay set by Snape?" Hermione gasped

"Y.. Yea." He nodded nervously

"I'll believe it when I see it." Hermione answered. Harry shrugged and passed her 'his' essay Hermione quickly looked it over muttering to herself as they walked to Snape's lesson "Wizard God this is brilliant." she commented

"Thanks." He blushed

"Come on, or it's five points from us again." Hermione commented

"Lead on." Harry smiled, the two leaving the hall

*In Snape's class*

The two arrived at the dungeon with plenty of time left, but they were shocked to not just See the Slytherins but also the French girls in blue uniforms "Fleur? What are you doing here? Aren't you in your final year? This is for Fourth years." Harry said in shock and confusion

"Potions is taught differently in France. Because of how dangerous the subject is we start learning it in our fourth year and continue learning it till your fourth year equivalent and we must at least have an Acceptable in order to graduate. And if we wish to learn more we must enter further education." Fleur explained

"I see. Interesting." Hermione nodded, before one of their new teachers walked over

"Hey everyone!" Grey waved as he reached the students

"Professor King?" Harry and Hermione asked at the same time

"Monsieur King?" Fleur asked a fraction of a second slower than Harry and Hermione

"Yep. Ms G wants Ghost and I to sit in on other teachers classes, see how they teach." Grey shrugged

"Thank goodness for that." Harry whispered

Hermione raised her hand. "Yes, Ms Granger?" Grey asked

"Professor...how will Professor Kaiser teach us if he's such a jester?" Hermione asked. Just then some sparks of light streaked into the classroom and wrote: Five points from Gryffindor!

"Thanks Hermione." a familiar red haired Gryffindor groaned

"Ghost is a good teacher and is smarter. He just doesn't care about being serious all the time, he is happy to tell jokes and have fun." Grey explained

The students talked among themselves agreeing that he sounds like a good teacher. And they were also thinking Grey must be as great a teacher or better than Ghost.

And that was when the door opened, Snape walking out intimidatingly "Enough with that useless prattling. And turn in your failing attempts of Potions Essays." Snape sneered. Everyone gulped in fear and did as they were told, filing into the class room

"According to the Headmaster's they are supposed to split into teams of three: one from each house and one from the guest school." Grey said, reading from a notepad

"Very well." Snape answered and began to list off names "Potter." He spat "You are to be paired with Me Greengrass and Ms Delicor, hopefully they will stop you from failing."

"Yes Professor." Harry nodded

"Ms Granger, you will be paired with Ms Malfoy and Ms Mere." Snape answered

"Yes Professor." She nodded, looking at Harry sadly before she went over to the blonde Slytherin.

Meanwhile Harry just sat as his table while Fleur sat next to him, waiting for Daphne Greengrass to come over "Tch. Don't drag me down Potter." Daphne seethed lightly at her partner.

"Do not listen to 'er 'Arry, eet weel be alright." Fleur spoke

Daphne was a black haired girl who's hair was shoulder length wearing the normal Slytherin uniform and pale blue, almost ice like in shade. She was one of the most beautiful girls in their year with an impressive chest size.

"Between THREE beautiful girls Master..." Death teased.

"Hmm." Harry blushed lightly, especially when she wrapped her arms around his neck, pushing her breasts into his back

"You feeling alright Potter? Not gonna burn up on us are you?" Daphne asked

"No no, I'm okay." Harry muttered as they got their equipment ready

"Now, produce your parchments. So I may begin to grade them." Snape ordered "Mr Grey will be teaching you until I finish." And so he took the papers and put them on the table before he sat in the chair in the corner of the room, sitting down and ignoring everything

"... Okay then." Grey muttered, shocked. HE was suppose to sit in the back and watch Snape teach, not the other way around. And he had no idea what to do

"Teach them about the Wolfsbane potion." Severus spoke

"We did that last year!" Dean yelled

"Five points from Gryffindore Mr Thomas." Snape hissed

"Okay then!" Grey clapped his hands as he thought quickly "We will be doing the... Forantum Potion! A low level luck option."

"Yes Professor." they nodded paying attention. And so Grey walked around the room, explaining the potion... Leading to the class starting their work

"Harry, third paragraph." Death pointed out

"Huh?" Harry asked, looking up and scanning the instructions before he found the small part of the sentence all three of them had missed

"What?" Daphne asked

"Th-Third paragraph." Harry pointed

"Huh; what do you know?" Daphne answered with a nod "We nearly missed the Powdered Quilfish." She nodded, adding it

"Sank you 'Arry." Fleur spoke

"No problem." Harry answered

Snape looked up and saw Grey teaching the class but he paid a VERY close eye on Harry; and when he got to Harry's parchment he was stunned, he assumed that it was someone else's work. 'The brat must be cheating.' He thought 'This level of work MUST have been made by one of the older students.' Snape thought 'JUST like his father.'

"Careful Greengrass! The potion's for white steam, not silver." Harry said, grasping the Slytherins wrist before she stirred the potion

"You...Okay...Potter." Daphne answered

"You're welcome you didn't lose your hand." He rolled his eyes

"M-My hand?" Daphne's colour drained from her face.

"Yep." Harry answered "The spoon would have made it explode and you'd probably have lost your hand." He repeated what Death whispered to him

"Thanks." Daphne answered

"You're welcome." Harry and Death answered

"Okay, let's see how everyone's doing." Grey smiled. He nodded as he walked around, seeing that Harry's group was doing well 'Whoa, very good. Hermione's team is doing well also...' Grey thought

"Seamus!" Dean shouted as the potion exploded

Samus, Goyal and some French girl where on the floor covered in burns "Ow..." Seamus fell back

"Madam Pomfrey is gonna love me..." Grey groaned "Class dismissed, I'm taking these three to the Hospital Wing." Grey said, levitating the three with a dark red wood wand and leaving the room

"Wait Potter." Snape spoke as the other classmates left "I want to talk to you."

"I'm sorry Professor but Harry is needed for the Waying of the Wands, as is Ms Delicor." Collen Creeve, a third year, said from outside the door

"It can wait... For a brief moment." Snape snapped back

"O... Okay Professor." Collen stuttered as Harry nodded, walking towards Snape while the third year closed the door to the classroom

"What do you need?" Harry asked curiously yet defensively

"Don't look in his eyes directly." Death hissed in his ear quickly and Harry quickly averted his eyes slightly, not meeting Snape's eye

"This... Essay." Snape answered simply

"Yes Professor?" Harry nodded

"Who helped you?" Snape asked darkly

"No-one." Harry half-lied

"DON'T! Lie. To me..." Snape glared

"I'm not." Harry answered

"Jeez Severus, go easy on him. He's not James." Death commented with a glare that no one could see. She was tempted to pull out her scythe on him

"Did you ask someone to write this essay?" Snape asked

"No!" Harry shook his head

"Was it Ms Granger? An older student?" Snape interrogated.

"It wasn't another student!" Harry defended "I am smart! I have been held back the last few years and I have decided that I am going to take my study's serious this year!"

Harry stared straight into Snape's eyes with unwavering determination. 'Lily...' Serverus thought "Very well Potter." Harry nodded, walking away "Ten points for Gryffindor." Severus wrote down the points

*with Harry*

'Phew...that was hard...' Harry sighed in relief.

"It could have been worse Master." Death noted, Harry nearly walking into Daphne

"Watch out!" Harry told Death what looked like he was talking to Daphne.

"Sorry I was waiting for you Potter. I WAS going to say thank you for saving my hand but whatever. Ass." She huffed, turning around and walking away

"I...err...wait I...Oh Wizard God..." Harry groaned. After he had centered himself he grabbed her arm, stopping her from walking away

"What?" She snarled, clearly annoyed and he could see some hurt in her eyes

"Look... I... I'm sorry. I'm stressed from this tournament." Harry sighed

"Well...Cedric and the others are stressed out themselves...I can't imagine it for someone who was FORCED into the Tournament." Daphne answered

"Glad to have someone else on my side." He smiled

"Well...I'm one of the few people who aren't betting on your death." Daphne admitted

"You think I will win? Or that I will just survive?" Harry smiled

"Personally I'm hoping you survive." Daphne shrugged "If you win it'll be a miracle."

"A miracle?" He frowned "Your doubt me so much?"

"Malfoy's always running her mouth off and all these rumors are conflicting." Daphne answered

"Oh...someone's not being FULLY honest." Death teased

"You're lying." Harry frowned

"What?! N-No I'm not!" Daphne felt insulted yet didn't want to be exposed

"She likes you..." Death smiled

'What?!' Harry thought, eyes widening "Y... You know. The hat wanted me in Slytherin." He stuttered

"You're kidding me." Daphne double-took

"True story." Harry answered "It said I had talent, gift for greatness and the will to prove myself."

"Please. I doubt you're sly enough to be a Slytherin." She challenge with a small smirk

"Oh yeah? Try me." Harry accepted

"Ooh Master...She's getting excited..." Death smiled seeing Daphne's eyes glisten

He walked towards Daphne, backing the IceQueen back into the wall. And both of them where smirking. "Show me." She challenged

"Alright." Harry answered looking into her eyes intently

The unique shinning emerald green and cold Icy blue eyes met in a deadlock, you could almost see a unique spark pass between them "Y... Your eyes..." Daphne spoke almost hypnotically.

"Yes?" He smiled. He had never felt this confident before, and he was never this confident. Especially with girls. Death was already having a VERY positive effect on him.

"They... they're... beautiful..." Daphne leaned in, her eyes trying to stay open but fluttered closed

"They're my mother's eyes." Harry shrugged lightly before Daphne's pale blue lips pressed against his. As their lips connected Death squealed happily, her master was becoming more confident and he was going to get some new lovers. The two continued to kiss gently and Harry pulled back "How's THAT for sly?" he smirked

"VERY sly. But I will still need some more proof later." She purred softly

"Yeah... I've got a wand examination to get too." Harry answered

"Naughty boy..." Daphne blushed at the double entendre

"Dirty minded snake." Harry chuckled "So... Do we go public?"

"With what?" She asked

"Whatever... This is." Harry said, taping their lips with his finger quickly

"Hmm... I think I'd like that..." Daphne purred

"But...why not keep it secret? SO much sly that way...RIGHT under their noses." Harry smirked

"Playing her fetish... HOT!" Death smiled

"Oh... That sounds sexy." She moaned "But... I would like to be your girlfriend." She pouted "Byt EVERYONE at school."

"Then...Let's do it." Harry smiled, kissing her

Daphne moaned before Harry pulled back and ran off "SUCH a man..." Daphne panted and ran to the girl's bathroom.

"Master's Harem count: 2." Death smiled following Harry.

And there's the first chapter.

I am trying to edit a lot of Chapter's of mine and Ghost's co-written stories so we can update regularly. The problem? We are only on chapter 2 as this is posted. It should be Chapter three... until I realized that Chapter 2 was almost HALF the length of this one even though it took the same amount of pages to write so I am combining what WOULD have been chapter 3 with Chapter 2, so it is still being written. I am hoping to have this story on a weekly update schedule.

Please review, Ghost and I LOVE replying to reviews and having conversations with you all.