Death at Hogwarts - A Harry Potter fanfiction

(Thanks for the awesome cover goes to Arya Linea AKA pen-for-rent. I seriously suggest you check out her stuff, she's an amazing writer :) Enjoy the story! Jay ^^)

I stared round, wondering where I was now, the heavy rain and cold wind blowing through me as I caught sight of the huge castle in front of me. I knew where I was now. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. So that's where my wand was.

I sighed, wondering just how many mortal lives were going to become tangled with mine as I took my wand back. I knew there was a story about the three Peverell brothers and I, where I had given them my wand, cloak and a stone. What the story never said was that the wand was actually part of my scythe, the cloak was a scrap of my robe, and the stone was simply a pebble that I had enchanted, to allow the user to see their dearly departed.

I looked down at myself, my black robe billowing in the wind, my feet poking out from under the dark robe that was darker than the darkness itself and I heaved a sigh. If I was to take my things back, I was going to have to find out who owned them, and I was hoping that it would not take too long, I had souls to Harvest. Thankfully, over the aeons, mortal souls had begun moving on of their own accord, I rarely had to show up any more, except for the more violent deaths. Where magical deaths were concerned, particularly the Avada Kedavra curse, I didn't have to go there at all, merely peek to make sure they had moved on, or, in some cases, stayed behind as a ghost.

I shook my head and walked on towards the great castle and knocked on the doors, taking on the form of a sixteen year old young man, with dark hair, piercing blue eyes and wearing a black cloak, I now looked like a wizard.

I just hoped no one in the school found out who I really was.

After all, mortals finding out that Death had a personified form would not do at all now, would it?