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Summary: Several years after Harry Potter was killed in the final battle he is working as a reaper and finally finds someone who may help him get his life back! Will be SLASH in future chapters and Het too!

Warning: Slash, Language and maybe Het

Never before has a victim escaped me.
Never before have I wanted to fail.
Never before have I defied the calling of fate.
That was until my victim saw me, the actual person hidden behind the mask of a reaper.

I knew my victim, only in passing but I knew them. I had studied about his type of people for only a few months before my fate was chosen, or my choice taken away as he has showed me.

There is only one way to recreate a human from a reaper. A way only few of thousands have tried and even then only one or two have succeeded. It takes helpers from the living world to succeed and not many see us as anything apart from an evil creature, so we are usually stuck reaping until our quota is up.

Although I never have been normal. Let me introduce my self; I am Harry Potter and I am now a reaper. Or could be called The Reaper as I am deaths right hand man, assasin and only immortal reaper in existance.
You may know my story, you may not, so I will quickly run through the events leading to my epiphany:
At six months old my parents died at the hand of the dark lord also known as Voldemort or Tom Riddle from those few who knew his real name and dared to speak it, meaning me and my now sadly passed mentor, Albus Dumbledore. I was taken to my only living relatives the Dursleys who 'cared' for me for eleven years of my life.
At eleven I was taken from my relatives (or more like a shack my uncle had dragged us to after being paranoid by letters) by a giant of a man who I found out was in fact a half-giant and dragged to a school of witchcraft and wizardry.
First year of Hogwarts I fought the dark lord while he was attached to the back of my Defense against the dark arts teachers head.
Second year I fought a basilisk, a giant of a snake which can kill you with one look and found out I could infact speak parseltoungue the language of snakes while saved the day by stabbing a diary and bringing my best friends little sister back to life.
Third year I found out I had a godfather who had escaped from Azkaban the wizarding prison intent on killing me, but actually we saved him from death and accidently let the real criminal go.
Fourth year I was entered illegally into a gravelly dangerous competition between wizarding schools and my fellow contestant died while Voldemort rose from the dead into human form. Oh, and I learnt I can not for the life or now death of me dance with a female.
Fifth year I led my friends into a trap which ended in my godfather dieing. Plus I learnt that I am the only one that can possibly kill Voldemort and save our world. No pressure there really.
Sixth year I helped my Mentor and headmaster Albus Dumbledore kill remaining parts of Voldemorts soul so once I killed him he could never come back. That year also ended in him dieing and me somehow making friends with my childhood rival, Draco Malfoy, in secret of course otherwise everyone would turn against me which would not be good when I needed them to help me fight a war.
Seventh year and my last year alive was the one, the final battle where I spent most of the year travelling round the world in a tent trying to destroy the other parts of Voldemort. That year ended in me and him one on one in battle when he sent a killing curse at the exact same time as I stabbed him ending with both of us dieing at the same time.

I became a reaper exactly 2 minutes and 36 seconds after I died because apparently Death himself had got angry with Voldemort for defying him so many times (seven to be exact) and was so pleased with me for finally giving him, him that he left me without a quota of reaps meaning I have a larger chance of being recreated apparently.

And now I had been given a name and family status, I remembered fairly from my study of all subjects and families that could possibly help in defeating evil; Sam Winchester, Hunter.

I know now that he wasn't part of it.
He didn't want to be the one to go round the country searching for evil creatures or just creatures to kill them and save people but neither did I. He said that apparently I did have a choice in killing Voldemort or not, it just was a better outcome if I killed him before he killed me. Evidently it turned out we both killed each other.

I am now going to tell you how my life continued from this point:

I had been given the name and tracked him down to Stanford University. It took me a while to seek him out though since there are many people in a university, obviously.

I followed him for about two days before he saw me, which really shocked me since I had cast a disillusion spell on myself. He spotted me behind him and walked towards me until his girlfriend, Jess had pulled him back asking where he was going. That was when he knew only he could see me. After a muffled excuse he walked off, me now the one staring at his retreating back.

He found me after that outside at lunch, he pulled away from his girlfriend and gave me a patent stare meaning I should follow. So against my protesting instincts I followed.

"Who and what are you?" Was the question I was faced with when I turned the corner.
"Wouldn't a hello be due first before introductions?" I smiled nervously at him while he glared and answered his before question. "I'm Harry and I am a reaper. Hi!"
His face paled dramatically before his mouth gaped and he spoke again.
"You're a reaper? What are you doing here? Am I meant to die? Is that why I can see you?"
"Whoa calm down mate you're asking too many questions my heads gonna spin! Erm.. to answer your questions, one is a yes, two is I was meant to kill you which also answers three and for four, I don't really know why you can see me. But anyway come here." I signaled for him to come closer which he did with a confused expression.
"What is it?"
"Oh I just wanted to see what you looked like that's all." I looked close into his face and spun him round, I know it was a strange thing to do but no creature had let me near them so the only time I got to really look at them was when they were dieing or dead.

"Good enough?" He startled me out of my thoughts and I leant away from him.
"Yep but you should get some new clothes these don't really support your type of looks." He surprised me by chuckling.
"And this comes from the guy that has to wear that for his quota." He was a clever one, only the studying hunters knew about a reapers quota.
"Hey these aren't my worst outfit!" To tell you the truth Draco had snuck me out shopping at the start of seventh year to buy me a new wardrobe, my other friends wondered where I'd got them but the girls and some guys really appreciated it. I was right now wearing some black wide-bottomed jeans and a tight black and green slashed shirt with a black robe that looked more like an over coat, it was a strange outfit to go to war in but then again I was about to go to a school ball when the warning bell went.

"Not too bad but really you do look like the reaper type." He smirked at me and I couldn't hold back a laugh at the truth in his words.
"Of course now come on you gonna let me stay with you cause I can't be arsed staying in Chay's quarters any longer I swear one of these days he's going to drive me nuts!"
"Come on." He walks to where I guess he's staying before asking the inevitable question. "Who's Chay?"
"Oh he's death, his real names Cian Chay but I just call him Chay." I turn to Sam as we walk to wherever it is we are going, "you know the funny thing is Cian means Ancient, which is funny in its self as he's as old as the world but Chay means Fairy Dwelling."
Sam looked at me questionably as though I'm joking but I simply nod and he bursts out laughing.

"Ok but right now will you come into view so I don't look insane."
"Ah.. but of course." I came back into view for everyone and as I wasn't looking where I was going I tripped mid-way through my mock bow just to land on some guy walking towards us.
"Hey dude watch..." He stared at me and I smiled. His stare got annoying so I waved infront of his face.
"Hello?" He blinked at me and smiled awkwardly.
"Sorry just haven't seen around you before, I mean I haven't seen you here around anywhere, ergh.. I mean.. just ignore me I'll be going!" He turned around and walked off with me and Sam staring after his back.

"Ok now that," I pointed to the guys' back, "was weird!" And for some reason Sam just looked at me and laughed.
"He was totally checking you out."
"Urgh.. maybe I was better off being invisible." We stared at little longer at the guys back before turning round and heading towards Sam apartment. "Actually not too bad!"

"Hey Jess won't be back for a bit so what do we tell her?" Sam had unlocked the door and let me in before going to the kitchen while I looked round the main room.
"Erm.. Just tell her I'm a visiting friend from when we were kids or something but I moved to England and we didn't keep in contact." I bounced on his couch while he smirked at my childish behaviour.
"That might work. So your accent is english?"
"Uh huh!" I bounced towards the arm before snuggling the soft bit of the arm. "Why?"
"Nothing, just wondered and it was quite funny when you said I can't be arsed earlier, it just suited your voice."
"Hey I'll have you know I was and still am powerful so if you step out of line I may just have the urge to injure you!" I crossed my arms but fell back slightly onto the corner and yawned spoiling my tough act all together.

"Sure just go to sleep and I'll explain everything to my curious girlfriend shall I?" I just took his sarcasm in my step and nodded.
"Of course you should cause I wanna sleep and your life is resting in my hands, literally but we'll get to that later." I picked a cushion up from my feet and hugged it towards my chest. "Now bugger off I'm tired!" And sounds of chuckling followed me into my nightmares.

"Harry, Harry wake up!" Silence, then... "HARRY!"
"God I'm awake I'm awake?" I tried lifting my head which just collapsed back onto the couch cushion. "Whad'ya want?" I opened my eyes to see a face close to mine. "Ahh!" I screamed and jumped backwards rolling off of the couch arm and onto the floor. "Ow you're gonna pay for that later Sam!"
"Sure, sure, Jess meet Harry he's an old friend of mine." I stood up from the floor to see the girl I recognised as Sams' girlfriend staring at me.
"Hi! I'm Harry and I really need some clothes, so since it seems like you have a fashion sense will you take me shopping?" She looked a bit surprised at my question but when you've been in the same clothes for quite a while it gets a little old.

"Why didn't you just ask me earlier?" Me and Jess both looked Sam up and down before laughing.
"Sam I said fashion sense have you seen what you're wearing? Brown trousers and red shirt do not go with white trainers my friend!"
"You mean his sneakers?"
"Ha same thing different name, like twins except that would be confusing." I stopped to think about what would happen if Fred and George had the same name. "Yep very confuing but anyway I wanna find that weird guy from earlier!" Sam started laughing and Jess looked confused.

"Hank was checking Harry out earlier and it freaked him out at first but for some reason he found he liked it!" Now Jess looked shocked while Sam was confused.
"You mean Hank like uptown Hank? The Hank that every girl has been after," at Sams look she corrected herself, "except me of course has been after since forever?"
"Yeah."
"Hey who's Hank?" They both turned to me and smiled, but Jess answered first.
"Harry my new friend you have succeeded where no one has before, you've conquered the principals son in one day!"
"Actually Jess it was more like ten seconds between Harry falling on him and him running off like I don't know what!"

"A fuzzy chicken!" This definately made them stare at me. "What? I don't like headless chickens so he can be a fuzzy one!"
"Your friend is definately strange Sam."
"That he is Jess that he is."

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