Death was not happy, why would he be, he was Death after all. That's actually something of a misconception created by mortals as most of the time Death was actually quite pleasant or as pleasant as one can be who has dominion over the end of life.

Currently however Death was in one hell of a foul mood. The reason for Death's bad mood was lying on a very dilapidated bed that wasn't even fit for kindling barely breathing. The boy would be lucky if he saw the next dawn. This is what had Death is such a bad mood the boy wasn't meant to die for many, many years. Yet here the boy lay at death's door, literally.

"What to do, what to do." Death mused as he rubbed his chin thoughtfully looking down at the boy "You're meant to get that Granger girl, defeat the Dark Lord and live for at least two hundred years filling the world with Potters, perhaps longer if you master my Hollows." Death knew the boy was the only mortal alive who could master all three Hollows. After all Harry Potter was Death's champion.

Death had a problem as he couldn't heal the boy, not in the conventional sense anyway. Death placed a hand on the boy's forehead and was soon seeing the boy's memories. They were enlightening as they were at times depressing still it helped explain why the boy was in the bad shape he was.

"The shortsightedness of mortals astounds me still but after so long it really shouldn't." Death complained to no one. "Still now I know how to help you, my champion."

Not that Harry Potter could hear the physical manifestation of Death for he was unconscious which given his injures was a good thing.

Death seemed to melt through the wall and entered Dudley's bedroom the Grim Reaper shook his head in dismay and disgust at the baby whale given human from. The specter walked over to the sleeping Dudley and placed a hand on the overweight boy's chest moments later Dudley Dursley lay silent and lifeless soon both Petunia and Vernon would follow their son into lifelessness. Death decreed that the remainder of the Dursley's natural lifespan forfeit for their abuse of Harry Potter.

By dawn Harry Potter would be fully healed, even his famous cursed scar had healed much to the teenage boy's delight he would also discover that his relatives had died during the night. Harry couldn't help but smile he could eat as much as he wanted.

A/N: I've had this random plot bunny in my mind for quite awhile. I won't be taking it any farther. If someone feels like doing something with it be my guest. Just let me know via PM or review.