Just Listen…

I don't own HP or Skyrim. Just OC

A small boy lays on the ground, nearly broken, and bloody. Laying there in a pool of his own blood he will need to clean later.

The enforcer of punishment was ranting about the bacon, and how his birthday was ruined because of the boy! He grabs the bloody heap and drags it to a cubby under the stairs, and violently chucks the boy in with as much care as a bag of meat… Yelling about how the boy is unwanted and hated because he is a freak. How his parents abandon him then died in the car crash… he locks the door, and shuts out all light the poor boy may have.

The boy just sits there, with blood and tears on his face, silently pleading the pain to stop. The boy's name is Harry Potter.

A figure in black as night robes sees it all….. Anger rushing through him, due to him being unable to intervene, and help the little one.

He has a pale face, high cheek bones, slim face, a bald head and emerald eyes. He is handsome, but the hood hides his face most of the time. But now, if anyone would see him, they would see anger, rage and nothing else crossing his features.

He is death!

One of the most powerful entity's in existence!

None may escape him, but he must be patient to take them, those are the rules, he is only allowed to intervene when the time comes, and life has left the bodies.

Never has he hated the rule, or even questioned it after what happened! But now…. Now he would almost give all his power to just kill the damn human!

The only time he met a human before their time had come was with those three brothers (this was before the rule was made, but it helped create the thing). He was impressed with what they could do, he decided to reward them and reward them he did.

Flashback

Frowning at the first two due to the dark nature of his gifts that they asked for, that could corrupt and destroy them.

But alas, he promised them whatever they wanted (assuming a bag of gold that could never be emptied, or everlasting love, But noooo!, a wand to crush others, and something to bring the dead back….. wonderful) So he for filled his promise, and each thing he created, made his heart grow heavy. Thinking the third would ask for something outrageously dark like the last two, he steeled himself. But the last surprised him.

"Only a cloak if you may. Please?"The youngest requested. He was only about 13-14 but looked much older.

"A cloak?... That's it?... Are you sure that is all you want young one?" Death trying to see deceit in the boys eyes, seeing none he had to ask

"Why a cloak?"

The other brothers were marveling the new wand and stone they received to notice the conversation.

"Well you see" the boy began " I left my old blanket to a poor family who had little, I would like a replacement. I would like something to keep me warm as I play with my brothers and maybe pull a prank or two for fun….. Hehehe… yea…" The boy states, rubbing the back of his head.

Death just stared at the boy; to say he was baffled would be an understatement. The boy only wanted to keep warm, and to have fun. To be Joyful, and play with his brothers…. But to only make a cloak….. well he asked for one garment, and that's all. Death was going to transform the child's handkerchief but stopped when an idea hit him! The boy must be rewarded! Not like his selfish brothers. He would….. Yes, that sounds good…

"Since you gave away freely, I suppose I should too! I will give a piece of my cloak, It will fit you perfectly, It will be quite warm. "death leaned in closer, and the brother did too" and it will be able to turn you invisible… do you like that idea?" He asks.

The boy stands with wide eyes. Then opens his mouth…. Then close it.

And nods his head vigorously!

Death chuckles, He likes the boy, he is honest, brave, charitable, and smart.

Death takes his hand, and swipes away a section of his cloak, only for another piece to appear in its place, always repairing itself.

He hands the young one the separate peace. The boy smiles and says thank you a few time and the other two brothers come out of their stupor.

"I must be off" death says" work and the like. Do have a wonderful day, and use those gifts wisely, if you don't, bad things could happen to you….."

And death turns invisible and leaves, hearing the older two taunting him and ignoring his warnings. Only the youngest remained silent, and moved on , making his brothers catch up to him.

'That boy is wiser than either of the brothers, he knows of the dangers of all the gifts….

He continues to impress me, if we are to meet again, I will befriend him I think, he is a good mortal.

Death smiles

xxx

Later in the week, he met the first brother again, but as a spirit, as that is what the brother was.

He glared at death " You knew… Didn't you?..."

Death spoke softly "Yes, I had a feeling something like this would happen, you let the power get to your head and now it has been removed for you. I can only guess you other brother will join us soon, the second, I mean... Shall we wait?"

"No" anger at death, himself, and the murderer, and shame he fell in such a underhanded way "Let us leave…. Please"

Death nods, and leads the brother away.

xxx

A few Weeks later he met the second brother.

All he said was "take me to her"

Death nods, and leads him away.

xxx

The boy buries his brothers in a small cemetery, his second brother live near. When he was finished he looked up. Straight into eyes of emerald.

The boy spoke first "good to see you again. You have been keeping busy?"

Death wouldn't have responded, but the smirk on the boys face made him chuckle.

Then they both broke into laughter.

They settled down after a while, and caught their breath.

Death started off "So, let's introduce ourselves….. I am known as Death. What is your name my friend?"

"I am you friend?"

Death nods

"Well then my friend, my name is Ignotus Peverell. It is nice to see you again."

The two launch into conversation with one another, talking about everything, and nothing of importance. After two months, death sees the depths of Ignotus cunning, and skill with magic. He wouldn't have been surprised if he made the cloak, or something just as powerful. Death wished to see the Peverell family grow, so he promised to watch over the Peverell family line, and decedents.

Ignot just laughs.

"You mean my son will have death as a GODfather? HAHAHAHAHA!"

They both roar with laughter, unable to stop themselves.

xxx

Death feels the call, something very unusual with him… but he answers his bothers and proceeds to the void.

A meeting was in place, only the most powerful gods of death were there, and for nearly every realm…

"What happened for this meeting to take place?..." death spoke softly.

Noticing a white mask looking at him, it had white horns, jagged teeth, mangy hair, and a knife in its mouth.

"Shinigami" death greets. Shinigami Stepped forward to answer.

"Hello brother, how are you?" Death looks Shinigami in the eye and asks

"Will you take your mask of please? You have a beautiful face sister."

They look at each other for a moment or two, then 'She' nods.

"Only if you remove your hood so I may see your face as well"

The wolfish grin growing on her face. Death reaches up and pulls his hood and waits for his sister to do the same.

The Shinigami reaches to her face, and when she touches it, it turns to wood and falls off. What is left, is a pale but beautiful face, with a scare down her right eye. They haven't seen each other in close to 500 years, but they notice that they haven't changed at all.

"So what happened, that most of the ruling body's over death are here? Even Hades is here! He hasn't left his underworld in the past 200 years." Death is worried now…. There hasn't been a reason Hades ever to visit the void….. This doesn't bode well at all….

"There have been a few incidents where the death gods have intervened with human or mortal life a few times…. And it turned out badly…. So we are here to discuss what to do."

Death just stares at his sister.

"what has happened on that large of a scale?"death inquires.

"Well Sithis over there had a mortal wife…. He also had half children with her.." Death nods "And then to prove her love, she killed them, and herself, so they may live together."

Death turns back to Shinigami.

" You can't be serious!"

"Completely… that's her over there now, kissing him."

Death turns around to see a young woman, around 23, with black, shoulder length hair, and a radiant face, break away from the kiss, with a man who had dark spiky brown hair, grey eyes, clean shaven face

"Any other incidents? Or is that it?"

"Well I did have a helping hand creating the six paths, but that's beside the point. We are here to ensure the weaker powers here don't follow in our footsteps, we have done too much damage to the mortal realms with just us three interfering, and I think you would agree that we don't wan-"

Death cuts his sister off

"What have I done?" His sister sighs at first for being interrupted, then her brother not realizing what he has done.

"You have created tools of power which have an aspect of death. Aspects that encompass the three major powers of us! Sithis is power, I am a specter, and you wait, stalking your prey! The wand has power, the stone creates ghosts that don't interact, and you gave that last one your cloak! What do you think you have done?"

Death is shocked to say the least, and he did something he hasn't done in some time... He starts to sweat

"I have created another death, if they are all under ones power…."

His sister nods.

"You understand why we must do something…. Before the other lesser powers get that idea into their heads…."

"Let's do it.."

xxx

During the meeting, all sides were heard, but the final decision was made. No "death" was allowed to intervene with mortal life again, only under a select few circumstances are there exceptions, for example, you may revile yourself to one close to passing, but no one else, and a bunch of small things, but overall stopping any interfering with life was made.

Death stepped out of the portal leading to his realm, and searches for his friend. He managed to find the Peverell family traveling, but decided to remain hidden, until dark to approach his friend. When dusk arrived, he reveled himself to Ignotus, putting a finger to his lip, and motioned him out of the tent they were in. when outside, Ignotus questioned death.

"Where have you been all these years my friend? It has been close to 20 years!"

Death looked at the man now; he was no longer the young boy he gave the cloak to. But a father of three, and scars of life showing across his face. But he still had that fun filled look in his eye…

"I am sorry my friend, time runs differently in different realms…We had a meeting about things that have happened."

"Who is we?" Ignot asked.

And so death began to explain what exactly had happened for the past few weeks for him. Ignotus asked at the end of deaths story.

xxx

"So why can you still meet me? I'm not close to death am I?"

"Yes you are" Death replies "very, my friend"

"But I don't understand! I'm in perfec-…. Oooooo! I see what you did there! Nicely done my friend, you are very tricky!"

Death set the wording up just right, if someone is about to run out of life, you may present yourself, but if you are a friend, and they too see you as a friend you may present to them because they are "close to death".

Sithis and Shinigami both gave him a look at this statement, but turn away saying nothing, with nothing but grins on their faces. When dawn was nearing, death decided to leave, they said Farwell to each other, and wished good health to each other.

xxx

Death only visited a few time to Ignotus, each time laughing "how I'm so close to death that I can see and talk to you, but I'm at my peek in health!" Each time death could see his friend growing older, while he was never changing.

Finally one day, death led him away, to a better place he hoped. Until now, he never cared what really happened to the souls, he just led them away. It was just his job, for as long as he could remember. He just did his job….

He up holed his promise to his friend, looking over his descendents, time change but he checks up on them from time to time, and then the all that was left was a family named Potter…

End flashback

And now the last Potter alive is almost dead because of his caretaker, when the boy is only 3 and a half years old!

The boy still has a lot of life, so he can't interfere ….. But he may have found a way…

Sithis!

Death almost leaps through the portal, to Sithis's realm.

He sees his brother sitting on a bolder, watching his realm, with an amused look on his face.

"Brother! I need help." Death speaks with urgency in his voice.

Sithis turns to his brother, gray meet emerald, and decides to smile.

"Welcome little brother, what can I do for you? Looking for advice to pick up a woman? Better start a cult, it makes it a lot easier." Humor in his eyes, as he sees the humor is lost to his brother… which means his brother really need him.

Complete seriousness now "What can I help you with? Something happened to your friend's heir?"

"Yes, His parents were killed, and he was left to his aunt and uncle. He is a wizard, a magic user" he added when confusion entered his brother's features "they cannot use it, and that's normal for them, and they HATE anything not 'normal', so they abuse him. They just about killed him this time! I need to send help, but there's nothing I can do, because of the rule!"

"Why is the boy so special to you?"

Death tells the story of his old friend Ignotus and now of Harry Potter.

xxx

After death stops speaking they both sit in silence…..on the bolder.

Finally Sithis spoke "I may have a way…. I have someone who I would trust with my wife's and my life with…. If you wish, and allow it, I could send him to your realm to help the boy." Sithis looks at his older brother. Death looks back with hope in his eyes.

"But know this brother, the man is a skilled assassin, he is also very, very powerful. He is the best since the hero of Cyrodiil, remember her? The one I told you about? She was rarely seen on any mission, she finished hundreds of jobs, and killed nearly every Dark brotherhood member in Cyrodiil .

"the man I speak of now cannot speak, because if he does, he could destroy his surroundings, and those he speaks too. He is well versed in magic though, and could teach the boy a thing or two. Hell, he teaches at the collage in Winterhold, because he is so well in tune with the magic, they welcomed him, even though they suspected, and asked to keep his Dark Brotherhood activities out of the college. He took that surprisingly well, and had no problem with it."

"Wait…. How does he teach if he cannot talk?"

"He writes down a lot of instructions, and pointers. He also demonstrates when needed."

"Ok, that makes sense."

"But I digress, what I mean to say, is I hold the man in a regard, as you did to that Peverell kid. If I send him to your realm, I will lose him….."

"….. I understand….. Please help me brother." Death almost begging.

Sithis looks to his youngest and only brother, and sighs.

"Very well, I will contact him through my wife. I will ask him for that favor, and it will be up to him to decide."

Death thanks his brother and leaves to his home realm. Sithis now alone, tries to think of the last time he saw his brother this torn with despair.

He had his wife for company, allowing for long talks, and the souls his servants sent his way, to keep him busy and happy.

His sister, Shinigami was having one heck of a time working, because of a war going on, and a newly devoured soul that she doesn't just consume, but talks too…. It just happened to be a man too… I wonder if she has done anything with him….. Hmmmmmmmm…..

But death… He didn't have any one. Only a promise to a mortal long gone. If the boy did die like that…. No rule, or anybody would stop the eventual destruction of who wronged him…. All including parties that were involved, directly and indirectly…

(Dumbledoor shivers)

"Clare? Please come here, I need you to contact our listener for a personal favor."

xxx

That's all for now. When I jotted down the idea for this story, this section was only

'SkyrimXHP, Harry beaten to a near bloody pulp, 4 years old. Death is out raged, cant help cause hes alive. So he finds sithis in the void and asked for help, sithis has idea."

Wow…

Any ways please write a review and tell me what you think!

Just updated somethings, and corrected a bit of spelling.