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"Fuck you" what is the last thing Amara potter had said before letting the darkness that is death consume her the next thing she knows she's laying down on something soft with a blinding lights shining behind her closed eyelids.
'wait what!? I thought i died?!'
Slowly opening an eye all she saw was a glowing white abyss above her, she sat up quickly and found that she was laying on a gray king-size bed with white pillows and a white blanket.
"well this is... Unexpected... Where the fuck am I?"
She heard a deep chuckle behind her it was full of amusement, and Amara sat up and turned around she had her wand out in a fighting stance, her face blank but curious.
The man was wearing all black and he seem to stand out in the white abyss that they were in. He was tall and the black cloak he wore cast shadows across his face, his shit eating grin and sharp yellow eyes the only distinguishing features.
He slowly walked towards Amara, she notices just how tall he was probably 6'8 compared to her 5'3 that's when she realize she was back in her teenage body.
"How the bloody fuck?!" She exclaimed as the man chuckled again,she almost jumped having temporary forgot and she was not alone.
"Obviously you have some questions for me Ms.Potter" The man smirked his voice was deep and sounded like it hadn't been used in a long while.
"Obviously" she glared heatedly at him, " first, who the fuck are you? and where the hell am I? what the fuck happened?" His glare intensified and the man laughed "and what is it that you find so bloody funny?!"
" why, you of course?!"he stated this if it was the most obvious thing in the world, Amara only got more confused, "it has been ages since Ive last spoken to human, much less one with such vocabulary" he laughed again,"now as far as who I am, I am what you humans call death, but I'd rather you call me Thanatos"
'Is this man serious does he need to go to the hospital??!!'
A deep chuckles is heard "no I do not need to go to a hospital but thank you for the concern" he laughed.
"Wait like the death like from the story 'The deathly Halloween' or some shit" she asked incredulously.
"It's 'deathly hallows' but yeah I am the death" he said amused by the person who was his mistress.
'I should probably tell her about that' he mused.
"As for your other questions you are in a place called the in between, a place that's, well, in between the realm of the living and the realm of the Dead, you are here because you are my master, the mistress of all my deathly hallows" best stuff to see if Amara had any questions so far but seeing as the teenager was waiting for him to continue he did.
"You believe that the reason you couldn't die naturally but because you killed Voldemort and the prophecy stated 'either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives' and yada yada yada that, however is incorrect, there wasn't even a prophecy to begin with dumb-as-a-door made it up!"
Amara needed a moment to process this. listening to death, she could tell he was angry at Dumbledore but there seemed to be more behind that anger than just a made up prophecy.
'justwhat in merlins name did Dumbledore do to anger a fucking deity!?'
As if reading his mind, death continued "he did much more than just make up a prophecy, Amara, he used you, he lied to you, he blocked your magic and inheritances for crying out loud! he stole from you! him, the weasleys, and that Granger girl, all of them! All lying bastards who only wanted your money and fame!"
By the end of his rant, death was pacing and screaming with rage. Amara just wondered if all that he said was true because if it was, then everything he knew and had... Was a lie
But death wasn't finished yet though..."he puts you in the dursleys home knowing you would be beaten into submission, knowing that you would do anything for approval. He put compulsions,imperious, Love potions, hate potions, loyalty potions, glamors, blocks on your magic, your memories, your inheritance, your parents and your god parents wills, your vaults, everything..."
Death was telling Amara this through clenched teeth and towards the end he sounded... Sad like he couldn't bear being the one to tell her all of this in the between no less.
"Can you remove everything he's put on me, I'd like to set my magic free before I go to hell" Amara asked and death actually scoffed at her.
"Yes I can remove everything but you weren't leaving here quite yet you need to hear my offer first" death smirked at her and before Amara could ask what he meant, death waved his hand and amara felt a searing pain shooting through her body. like literally felt like her veins were being electrocuted ?!
