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Shinigami	By : ZooArmy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 3676 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: I own things, yes I do. But
they�re nothing compared to everything about the Harry Potter Universe. I just
lend the characters for this little fic, here.

Status: OneShot
� complete

Summary: Harry gets a special visitor,
when he�s asleep.

Beta:
IBelieveInMaryWorth
(thank you so much, I owe you)

Warnings: This is Slash! If you read it,
also you don�t like� well, your fault, not mine.

Implied Mpreg, Lemon

Note: This isn�t supposed to be
blasphemous. If you think of it so, I�m sorry, but can�t change it
nevertheless.

�Talk�

�Thoughts�

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Shinigami

He strutted into the room, as though he
ruled the world and, in a strange kind of way he actually did. Even the
always-creaking door must have found him special, as it had kept quiet when
he�d slammed it open roughly.

The night was silent; even the old grandfather clock
down the hall didn�t dare announce midnight and he went through the room in
complete silence.

People might reasonably have thought that, considering
who he was, he�d be able to see in total darkness.
When he landed on the floor with a quiet �thud� because he�d stumbled over a
mountain of discarded clothes and gotten tangled in his own
long cowl, that assumption might be refuted.

�AAAARGH, BOY, can�t you keep order! What would people think if I left
corpses left, right and centre when the souls have left their bodies?�

He stood up and went over to the huge bed with its
sleeping occupant. He looked down at the boy and scrutinised his sleeping form.

�All this ruckus because of one madman with an enormous
inferiority complex. Boy, I don�t envy you at all.�

�Boy!� he spoke for the first
time this night and his voice was deep and clear. Harry Potter lay unaffected
in his bed and didn�t even stir at the unfamiliar voice next to his bed.

�BOY!� he repeated, this time
louder.

Harry groaned in annoyance and stirred slightly.

�Boy, get up. NOW! �

The Golden Boy realised that someone was standing next
to his bed and sat up instantly. A hooded form stood in the darkness and stared
at him. Well, at least he thought he was being stared at,
he couldn�t be sure as the hood hid the face entirely. Harry�s still sleepy
eyes went round and huge when he saw the scythe in one of the foreigner�s
hands. And to top it all off, the hand was without flesh and skin. Osseous
digits curled around the long wooden pole of the scythe and the index finger
tapped impatiently against it.

�Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. You�re Death.�

Death sighed in annoyance, leaned his pink umbrella
against the bed and brought the free hand to his hood, where it vanished
completely as in a black hole. Harry heard the scratching sound and assumed
that he scratched either his eyebrow or something else at his face, his skull
or whatever. Either way, it was obscured by the hood.

�First of, I am not your god. And second�yes, I�m
DEATH. You�re one of the smart ones, huh?�

Harry�s rising panic deflated the moment he saw the
pink umbrella and he stared at it, interested but confused, not caring about
the sarcastic retort.

�Why do you carry around a pink umbrella?�

Death�s bony shoulders slumped in disbelief.

�Is he for real?�

�I don�t believe you. Death is standing in front of
you, you know, the Grim Reaper, and you�re wondering about my umbrella?�

�Well,� Harry looked up and
focused on the darkness where a face was supposed to be �You see, I didn�t
imagine Death would run around with an umbrella, and a pink one at that. But��
The boy fell silent for a moment and pondered the situation. �I�ve never met
you before. So why shouldn�t you have a pink umbrella.�

Once he heard that, Death began to lose his patience
slowly but steadily. �Listen! God and Akuma sent me to��

�Akuma?�

�Blimey! Don�t
they teach the youth of today properly anymore? I mean the Antichrist, Chutriel, Tchort, the Horned God,
Diabolus, Satan, Beelzebub, den Leibhaftigen,
Lucifer��

�You mean the Devil?�

Death mentally surrendered.

�Yes,� he sighed �I�m talking
about the Devil, but he doesn�t approve of that name much.�

Harry stared at Death with knitted eyebrows.

�Why not? It�s the most popular name for him, isn�t it?�

�So much for getting home quickly. Why can�t this boy
be like all the others and ask me, why I, Death, am here to pay him a visit?�

�You answered
yourself, Boy. Because it�s the most common name for him.
No one feels intimidated anymore, do you? And the Lord needs to maintain a
certain amount of reputation. Or - how would you young people say it again? �
he has an image to maintain.�

The Boy-Who-Was-Supposed-To-Kill-Another-Lord raised
one eyebrow mockingly.

�Oh, and �Akuma� is so much
more intimidating?�

�BOY!� Death�s voice boomed
through the room and made Harry�s skin crawl in quite an uncomfortable way.

�I�m sorry.� The dark-haired
boy said, lowering his head �So, eurm, God and A-kuma sent
you� why do you call the Devil �Akuma� and God �God�?�
Harry interrupted his own question with another and looked at Death, who stood
totally motionless in front of his bed for the entire time. He heard the low
growl of displeasure coming from the cowl-hooded form, but felt brave enough
not to wince.

�Okay, Boy,� Death�s voice
sounded strained. �That�ll be the last question I�ll answer about that topic.
I�m here about an important matter, not to give you a lesson in matters of
faith.�

Harry looked a little rueful but curious at the same
time.

�Well, the terms �God� and �Devil� are more like hypernyms. You know, every religion has their own
characterisation for them and calls them by a different name. All in all, it
actually leads to one and the same� �person� would be
stupid choice of words� let�s say �Power�. See, there are many names for those
two identities, but actually they all mean the same. And �the Devil�, as you
call him, opts for �Akuma� as his name. I don�t know
why that particular one, but I know it�s the Japanese characterisation for him.
And God, well, he likes that characterisation because he thinks it sounds
mighty.�

Harry looked at Death with one raised eyebrow that
implied his doubts.

�Your so called �Powers� are weirdos.�

Death leaned his scythe against the closest post of
Harry�s four-poster-bed and crossed his arms in an offended way.

�First off, Boy,�

�It�s �Harry�.�

�First off, a LOT of
people would call that statement blasphemous and second�come on, they�re just
people like we are.�

�Riiight.� The Gryffindor answered
while rolling his eyes.

�But now, on with business. God and Akuma sent me��

�Did they send you to get me? You can�t, I�m only 16
years old and I need to kill Voldemort! I haven�t��

�BOOOY!!!� Death�s voice
echoed through the room and Harry saw piercing green dots flaring up inside the
hood. �If you interrupt me one more time, I�ll make you the next ghost of
Hogwarts.�

The dark haired boy bit his lip and looked
apologetically at Death.

�As I already
said,� Death went on after he�d inhaled in a strained
way �God and Akuma have sent me to motivate you.�

�Mo�� Harry saw the green dots again and held his
tongue.

Death looked around the room and his gaze landed on an
armchair in front of the fireplace. The armchair moved towards him as though it
was magnetic and he sat down in it. His bony elbows rested on the armrest and
the sleeves of his cowl revealed osseous hands that tapped against each other
in front of his ribcage.

�Boy,�

�It. Is. Har-ry.� the boy thought.

�I�m not here to get you before your time. You do have
a job to do in this world and your destiny isn�t fulfilled yet. Not even close.
They want you to want to master the task that was imposed on you, even more
than you do, perhaps.�

Death fell silent and Harry looked at him expectantly.

�Oh, uh, am I allowed to speak now?�
The hood moved and Harry took it as a nod. �Does that mean, even God and the De�Akuma
are against Voldemort?�

�Yes, sort of. They�ve slightly different reasons, but yes.�

�And they would be?�

�Well, you see�� Death intertwined his fingers and
brought them to his chin, at least they vanished in the darkness of his hood. �Over
the last few years the fear of Voldemort increased tenfold in the wizarding
world. People can�t cope with the agony and the uncertainty. To be honest, not
many people do believe in your success, because of your inexperience.�

�But I��

�I know, you�ve beaten the Lord, as he
likes to be called, about, I don�t know, four-hundred times? But the world
doesn�t know about those encounters. They just see the one when you were a baby
boy. Quite a cute one, I might say.�

Harry looked at
Death as though he stood in front of him under a pink umbrella. The fact that
he actually owned one wasn�t helpful at all.

�And those hysterical people are the reason the Powers
want you to kill Voldemort at all costs.�

�But�but�� deep furrows formed on Harry�s forehead �Doesn�t
that mean they�ve got to deal with him later on?�

�Yes, of
course, Boy, but that�s the point� they think it�s easier to handle one madman
instead of thousands. They�re tired of all those wizards that appear every day
in Heaven and Hell because they�ve blown up themselves.�

�Blown themselves up?�

�As I said,
they don�t trust in you and try to save their own skins. Not such a bad idea,
some might say, but the way they go about it is just dim-witted. For example,
there�s one group that believes in�you call them muggles, right? Well, this
group believes in muggle contraptions, in guns to be precise, and what happens?�

�They shoot
themselves?� Harry asked in horror.

�Exactly. They end up shooting themselves because
they don�t know about guns. There�s also the people that try to cast
complicated charms on themselves they found in ancient books, to guarantee
their security. So what happens? Some explode, some implode, some simply
deflagrate and so on and why? Because they couldn�t read the
ancient texts properly or were too stupid to convert old units into new
correctly. And all those wizards and witches populate Heaven and Hell
now. Some celebrate, because they �got away� early enough from Voldemort.
Others fear that Voldemort will hunt them down even though they�re already
dead. And others fear you, because they believe you�ll be angry with them for
not supporting you. And all those imbeciles, as I love to call them, are
driving the Powers insane. They don�t want anymore of those, you see?�

Harry rested his head on his hand and shook it in
disbelief.

�This is the worst nightmare I�ve ever had. Like it�s
not enough that I�ve got to save the wizarding world already? No, now it�s
Heaven and Hell as well. How stupid can wizards become? Okay,�
The Gryffindor looked up and stared at the hooded form in front of him. �Suppose
this is all true and I�m not having a really strange dream. What will this
motivation that you�re talking about be?�

�Okay, so we�re supposing that this isn�t a dream. It
isn�t anyway. I will show you your future, or at least you can sneak a peak.�

�That�s useless, Dumbledore said that��

�Argh,
that old codger. I�m practically counting the
hours until I can use my scythe on him. You�re alluding to the prophecy, aren�t
you? Forget about that, it�s all rubbish. There isn�t a prophecy. It doesn�t
exist. It�s just one of the old dork�s ideas to prepare you. There are two
possible ways that the final battle can come to an end. Either you�ll die and
Voldemort will take control over the wizarding world with an iron grip or
you�ll kill him and will bring a bright future to the whole world. It�s that
simple.�

�That simple?�

�That simple, exactly. And that�s why I�m here. The Powers want to give you an incentive
to destroy Tom Riddle. Actually it�s not my job to do that, you should know
that, but just hear me out.�

Harry just nodded. He still had his head buried in his
hands and couldn�t believe what he was hearing. Dumbledore had lied again and
about something as essential as his life. And who�d told him this news? Death, for fucks sake, on behalf of God and the Devil. What
the bloody hell was wrong with him? Actually, maybe he shouldn�t be cursing
Hell considering who he was with. The Gryffindor threw his legs over the edge
of his bed and looked at Death.

�Okay, fine, show me my future.�

If he wasn�t mistaken, he could have sworn he�d heard
Death snort.

�Today must be your lucky day. Not only are you
allowed to see things no one has ever seen before, but you can choose the times
as well.�

Harry lifted a questioning eyebrow and looked at the
Grim Reaper as though he was questioning his sanity. But Death wasn�t the
slightest bit offended and went on unimpressed.

�The Powers will allow you three peeks. Which means
you can look into three different situations of your life. You tell me three
different ages of your choice and the situation you�ll see will be chosen by
Faith. Any questions?�

The dark haired
boy was flabbergasted. Was this just a crazy dream? It seemed so real, too real
to be precise. But what did he have to lose? Nothing actually, Harry thought.
He could play along and dream the dream, if it was one, and of that he wasn�t
completely sure anymore.

�No.� he mumbled.

�Very well, then I would like to hear the first age of
your choice. I would advise a random number to begin with.�

�Eurm, oh, uh, well, how
about, uhm, 34?�

Death stood up, grabbed his pink umbrella and put it
up. Without warning the room began spinning around him and everything went
blurry for a second. Harry closed his eyes to fight the feeling of nausea and
landed suddenly on hard stone floor on his bum. He opened his eyes and glared
at Death who stood next to him, with his pink umbrella above him.

�Next time, you could give me a warning.�

�Sorry.� The amusement was clearly audible.

Harry looked around and noticed the
Hogwarts platform 9 �. Adults, children and teens bustled around and, to his
horror, through him. It must be the beginning of another school year, he thought and wondered why he was here when he was
34.

�Follow me, Boy.� Harry heard
Death speak and trailed after him in defeat. The skeleton in a cowl would never
call him Harry.

They came to a halt, close to the train, and Harry saw
a man kneeling in front of a beautiful little girl that pouted mercilessly. He
walked around the pair and gasped. The man was him, only older. He had long
curly hair, well-trimmed beard and no glasses, just his shinning green eyes
looking at the girl pleadingly.

�You can hear them, if you concentrate on him being
you.� He heard Death advising.

Harry closed his eyes for a moment and concentrated on
the man that was supposed to be him.

�But Daddy, that�s not fair.�

Harry gasped. This cute little girl was his daughter?
How? She had blond hair that fell in curls over her shoulders. He edged around
so that he faced the girl and he could see that she had his eyes. A pride that
he hadn�t felt before in his sixteen years of life occupied his chest. The
Gryffindor concentrated again and listened closely.

�I know, Etamina, but I told
you Dad will come. He promised.�

�But all the other parents are already here. And I
won�t leave without Dad hugging me.�

�I know,� the older Harry
sighed �you already said that. But it�s not Dad�s fault that he�s late��

�It�s the Ministry�s.�

��and he�ll come for sure.�

Etamina hugged her Daddy and kissed him on the cheek.

�Will you miss me, Daddy?�

So this girl would be his daughter? And he would have
a man by his side? His eyes wandered to the left hand of his older self and saw
the silver ring � a husband; he would have a husband by his side. Who would he
be? What would he be like? The only thing he knew was that he would be blond.
He saw the girl�s eyes getting big and shining and she let go of his older
self.

�Dad. Dad. Dad.�

She ran right through him, which threw him off for a
moment. He watched the older Harry getting up and flashing a smile in his
direction, but his eyes were focused on someone behind him.

He would see his future husband. He just needed to
turn around now. Harry turned his torso first and felt the spinning again.

The next moment he was back in his bedroom and
stumbled over the pile of discarded clothes. Death seemed happy about that.

�Why did you do that? Why didn�t you let me see him?
Why?� Harry punched the laundry angrily.

�Now, now, Boy, don�t be unreasonable. I told you, I
don�t choose the moments you�re allowed to witness and I told you also that
they would be peeks, which means they are limited in time.�

Harry crawled out of the laundry and sat on the floor,
staring at the floor absentmindedly.

�This girl will be my daughter. What did I call her again? Etamina?
And I will have someone who�ll love me and will marry me and will live with me
and want to have children with me. I want this. I need this.�

-_-_-

Death had closed his umbrella the moment they�d
reached the boy�s room again and he poked him with it hard.

�OWW! What was that for?�

�If I didn�t
know any better, I�d say you were an ungrateful brat. I sacrifice my precious
time for you and you don�t even listen to me when I talk to you, you just drift
off into your own little world. Look what you�ve done, getting all worked up
about that event � everything in the room is vibrating. Stop it! It�s not good
for my scythe.�

Harry stood up and glared at Death. Not many people
could say they had done that.

�If you had let see me him, I wouldn�t have damaged
your bloody scythe.�

�BOOOOYY!� Harry saw the
green dots ignite again in the depths of Death�s hood and felt a little stupid
for taking his anger out on the Grim Reaper.

�If you�re that
eager to see who he is, why don�t you tell me the next age you�d like to see?
Then we can get on with this little game. You�re starting to get on my nerves.�

�The girl is from my husband?�

�How am I supposed to know, Boy? I�m concerned with
life after death, not with life before birth.� Death
grumbled.

�Okay, okay, I get it�� Think Harry, think! Etamina was on her first
ride to Hogwarts; that means she was eleven. I was thirty-four. If I�m lucky, I
could see her father in the future when I�m twenty-two. Oh my god, I�ll be with
child when I�m twenty-three. Oh my god, oh my god� does that mean I�ll have
killed Voldemort before then?�

�Are you done squashing your head? It won�t help
anyway.�

Again, Harry glared at Death, feeling it become easier
every time.

�22�

�Very well.�

Death put his
umbrella up again and Harry saw his room spinning again. He held his hand in
front of his eyes but felt his insides churn nevertheless. The pace slowed down
and he stood still in his room again.

-_-_-

�Eurm, did something go
wrong?� he asked Death, who looked rather hilarious
with his pink umbrella and, to be honest, looked a lot less intimidating and
credible.

�I. Don�t.
Think. So. Damn it, why do I have to see THIS? Isn�t
it enough that I have to deal with this task? You�ll find me in the bathroom.�

Harry watched Death with a confused look as he
vanished into the bathroom. He turned around slowly, curious as to what Death
had to complain about, and almost choked on his own tongue.

Two guys. Two guys on his bed. Two guys, having sex on his bed.

He�d wanted to know who Etamina�s
Dad would be, but this was a little too explicit. If this was the night when Etamina would be conceived, Faith had a strange sense of
humour.

Golden Boy was torn. On one hand he felt horribly
embarrassed and his cheeks burned, although he knew one of the men was him. On
the other hand, he was close to exploding with curiosity about who the other
man was. Curiosity got the best of him and he went closer to the bed.

His eyes closed, he concentrated on his older self
again and suddenly heard the pants and moans of the two �occupied� men.

�Please stop. Don�t tease me like that.�

The other man
leaned over him and Harry noticed his firm, sexy behind. His eyes wandered up
and travelled over milk white skin stretching over broad, gorgeous shoulders.
He saw long blond hair that ought to be tied back in a ponytail. Strands had
loosened in the heat of the moment and hid the face of the mysterious man from
Harry�s eyes.

�It�s our wedding night, baby, did you really think
I�d let you go that easily?�

Harry shivered
at the deep, husky voice and saw his older equivalent doing the same. He
watched when the blonde inserted a finger to stretch him and felt his pants
becoming tight. He saw himself squirming on the bed and felt jealous of his own
future self. His dick was played with in front of him and his hand went down to
his own hardness, stroking it unconsciously.

Harry felt ashamed about the voyeuristic aspect of the
situation. After all this was an intimate moment that he was disrupting, but he
couldn�t turn his eyes away.

The blond man turned him around and lifted him up so
that he kneeled on all fours, and entered him slowly. The older Harry craned
his neck to look at the man that leaned over him and the younger Harry saw the
ecstasy flashing through his eyes. The two newly-weds shared a slow sultry kiss
and his future husband began to thrust into him.

The Gryffindor concentrated on eavesdropping again,
hoping it would distract him from the straining erection he sported.

�Ah, aaah, yes,� his older self panted and his younger self realised that
he now knew how he looked when he was, well� �Fuck, yes, Draco, harder.
Please...�

Harry�s knees got weak and he sank down on the ground.
He watched the blonde in pure shock. The man who fucked him right now, and
leaned over him to kiss his neck, was� was� was DRACO MALFOY???

That couldn�t be right. �We hate each other. Well, maybe hate is too harsh a word.�

He watched Malfoy�s every thrust, unable to deny the excitement he
felt. Being Draco Malfoy�s boyfriend, husband, carrying his child � it all had
an appealing effect on Harry. Malfoy was beautiful, he never had a problem
admitting it, he was intelligent and Harry was certain that behaving like such
a git was just a mask to hide his real self.

Death came out of the bathroom and held his umbrella
aside, to conceal the bed from his sight. Harry knew it was time.

�I love you, Harry.� That was
the last thing he heard coming from Draco�s mouth, before the room spun again
like a funfair thrill ride.

-_-_-

The bed was empty. No scent of sex lingered in the
air. They were back in the present. Death closed his pink umbrella and sat down
in the armchair that stood close to Harry�s bed.

�Much better. Much, much better.� He
mumbled to himself and disregarded Harry entirely.

The dark haired boy leaned against one post of his
four-poster bed and was again absorbed in his thoughts, not even noticing when
the scythe began to slip.

Just to make it plain� he�d marry Draco Malfoy, would
have a child with him and apparently he�d be providential. That is, if he
killed Voldemort. But did he want to be with Malfoy? The thought made him all
hot and giddy.

Slivers of his potential wedding night flashed his
mind and he hurried into his bathroom. It would be the first time that he�d
touch himself while thinking of Draco. When the scythe fell to the ground
because he�d bumped against it in his rush, it didn�t even reach his consciousness.

-_-_-

�If you damage
my scythe one more time, I might just catch your throat with it! I really
wondered how long it would take you to run into your bathroom to take care of
that boner you were sporting.� Death said when Harry
came out of his bathroom, making the Gryffindor blush furiously.

�What would you know about erections?� Harry tried to cover up his embarrassment and
the fact that he�d chagrined Death again.

�Hey, hey don�t get cheeky here, boy! I was once alive
as well. It�s just been a while. But that doesn�t mean we didn�t have to deal
with the same problems back then.�

�If he wiggles his eyebrow now, I�ll shoot myself. No one would ever
believe I�d had that kind of talk with Death. I wouldn�t have believed it
either.� Harry thought and suppressed a mental groan.

If someone had
told him yesterday that he, Harry Potter, would want to kill Voldemort so he
could have a future with Draco Malfoy, he would�ve called the healers to lock
them away at Saint Mungos. But now�he didn�t think about anything else. He
would go to war here and now and would kill Voldemort without scruples to get
what he�d seen in those so-called peeks of his future.

But how should he and Dra�Mal�
damn it, Draco, become an item? The blond Slytherin hated him with a passion.
After all they had been enemies at school for six years now, he�d helped to
arrest Draco�s father and they�d gotten into serious fist fights more than
once. Colourful insults and colourful bruises.

Looked at in that
light, everything seemed more like a dream than before. He had one more chance to find out if this was a
dream or if Death was really sitting in his favourite armchair and staring at
him right now.

Harry shook his head to clear his mind and focused on
Death.

�Ah, have we awoken from our daydream? Will you tell
me the final age of your choice now? It�s already taken longer than I�d hoped
for. You know, people don�t die of their own accord.�

The-Boy-Who-Lived grumbled something that sounded like
�But they won�t get away from you either.�

,but kept it low, so as not to provoke Death anymore.

Death arose and went over to Harry.

�So?�

�Show me my next year?�

�Huh?�

�Awesome, Death is slow-witted.�

�17.�

The umbrella was put up for the third and last time
and Harry closed his eyes quickly, before the room started spinning again.

-_-_-

�Oh my, that will take me some time to deal with.�

Harry wondered what Death referred to again and opened
his eyes.

Dirt. Smoke. Fire.
Ruins. Grey. Everything was chaos and Harry saw what
Death had meant. Corpses. Corpses
everywhere. All over the place like a battlefield. A battlefield, that�s
it, it was a battlefield. Harry looked around frantically and saw a little
group of four in the middle of the scene of devastation. He ran closer and saw
shredded clothes, blood and dirt crusted faces and tears. A
lot of tears.

He himself lay in Malfoy�s strong arms and looked
almost dead. Hermione and Ron stood next to them and he could see their black
despair. They just watched their two forms, Draco and himself, kneeling on the
ground, and stayed silent in their defencelessness.

Harry felt tears welling up in his eyes and forced
himself to concentrate.

�Baby, baby, answer me!� he
heard Draco babble desperately �Wake up! You promised me that you wouldn�t
leave me alone. Harry, please, baby, open your eyes. Say something. Cough at
least. Come on. You can�t die now. I wanted to propose to you after this shite here. I�ll hunt you down, if you�ll leave me now. Haaaarry!�

The blonde began shaking his unconscious body. Quiet
coughs escaped his older self�s mouth and he felt tears of relief running down
his face.

�Draco.� he coughed and the
Slytherin tightened his embrace around his badly injured body.

�You�re awake. You�re alive. I thought I�d lost you.
God, Harry, don�t do that ever again.�

Ron and Hermione sank to their knees in relief, when
Draco pressed his lips gently against Harry�s.

Death stepped to his side and put a bony hand on his
shoulder that jerked him out the scene.

�It�s time to say farewell. But let me remind you,
this�ll be your future, provided that you defeat Tom Riddle. You know the other
way, don�t you? I know it�ll be hard, Mr Potter, but the fact that this version
of your future already exists, shows that you can master this obstacle. Faith
wouldn�t have weaved it without cause.�

Harry didn�t even have the chance to answer. The room
began spinning again and everything went black.

-_-_-

Harry awoke with a start.

Mrs Black was screaming bloody murder down the
entrance hall and swearing vilely. Golden Boy jumped out of his bed and ran
down the stairs. Mrs Black could be screaming because someone had rung the
doorbell. Harry was alone.

He came to a halt in the hall and threw a curse at the
Black woman�s picture to shut her up and close the hangings in front of her. In
front of the door he paused for a moment to control his breathing. His hand
went to the handle and he opened the door.

Draco Malfoy stood in front of him looking insecure.

�Mo-Morning Potter. Dumbledore told me your address and, eurm, wants me to stay here.�

Harry looked at him in disbelief and the whole last
night flashed through his mind in seconds. He bit his lower lip bashfully and
stepped aside.

�Come in, Draco.�

END

-_-_-

Explanations:

+ Shinigami is the Japanese
Death

+ The name of the girl: Etamin is the brightest star in the Dragon constellation.
Maybe you can suppose why I�ve chosen it for a name. It�s rather hard for me to
explain. I just added an �a� for the feminine sound.

+ The pink umbrella of
Death: I borrowed that idea from a hilarious comic

the German version: www.cartoontomb.de/deutsch/tod.php

the English version: www.cartoontomb.de/english/death.php

(^.^)

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