Death's Son (Originally done by Little.Miss.Xanda)

A Chat with Death

Long after Harry had gone back to Hogwarts, Sirius and Remus were still in the kitchen if Grimmauld Place. Both drowning in their thoughts.

Truthfully, they didn't know how to react to what Harry had told them. They believed him, that wasn't the problem, the difficulty was accepting what Harry had told them. True, they understood why he had joined Voldemort, why he hated muggles, but that didn't any easier to associate a broken, adult Harry, with the fourteen-year-old he was supposed to be.

A part of then couldn't help but feel guilty about having left Harry alone to deal with all of it. Harry hadn't come out and told them they had been dead, but it had been rather easy to deduce, especially since Harry had told them that he had been the last of his family to live.

It was illogical, of course, but they couldn't help but feel guilty.

They both survived through war, both had lost family and it had nearly destroyed them. So it was rather easy to see how Harry became the way he was. Both had seen the insanity that lurked beneath the anger and determination. Could they really fault him for going to the only person that would be able to relate? Not that either of them approved of Voldemort, but they could see the appeal to Harry, murderous tendencies included.

Remus sighed and looked at Sirius, both feeling older than they were.

"It kinda explains his performance during the task," Remus remarked, earning a snort from Sirius.

"Does it?" Sirius muttered, "Have you ever seen anyone wield magic like that?"

"No, not really," Remus confessed after a moment, "Not even Dumbledore."

"Exactly. The war he lived though may explain some things about him, though I doubt that explains his power. That, I think, is something that Death did." 

A dark chuckle filled the room, making both men tense in their seats.

"You do have a brain in that big head of yours, Mortal," Death remarked, leaning casually against the wall.

Both men stared at the immortal being in front of them, not really knowing what to do or say. Something in their very soul told them to tread carefully, that the being in front of them was far beyond anything they had ever seen. And, no matter how reckless they may have been, they weren't stupid; they would listen to that something.

A smirk spread on Death's lips, and they couldn't help but shy away from the entity.

"Now that my little one isn't here, let me make something perfectly clear," Death stated, looking more menacing than it had the moment before though it hadn't moved a muscle, "You harm him in any way, shape, or form, and you will learn just why the ancient Greeks called one of my personifications Keres. Do we understand each other?"

If it was possible, Remus and Sirius, became even paler. However, there was a fierce light in their eyes.

"We would never hurt Harry," Sirius growled rather fiercely considering who he was talking to.

"So you say, Mortal," Death murmured.

"Harry's mortal too," Remus remarked, studying Death closely, even though his wolf was telling him to flee. For his cub, he would face even death, he had always thought that he just never expected it to be so literal.

He wasn't expecting Death to laugh. If he were completely honest, it was rather creepy.

"Mortal?" Death asked, "Did you really think I'd let my son remain mortal when I could so easily remedy it? He may be human, a wizard, however, he is no mortal."

"He... Harry's immortal?" Remus whispered.

"He is," Death confirmed, "In a few years he will stop aging. My son has eternity waiting for him, so if he wants to play with you mortals, then it's his choice. Once he's bored with you, we'll move on. Maybe he'll want to destroy a couple of worlds or enslave one. Who knows? He has eternity to do whatever he wishes."