Betrayed by who he thought were his friends and family, Harry Potter felt hopeless, that was until an unlikely relative came to save him - death himself.
Now teamed up with a familiar know it all, an old foe and a rather chaotic grandfather, Harry...
Harry stared at the man, a mixture of confusion and pain written on his face.
"Who are you and what are you doing in my room?" he asked, heading towards the wardrobe and pulling it open, starting to throw some clothing into a bag. The man laughed, sitting on the bed, bouncing a little. "I'm your grandfather!" he exclaimed cheerfully, grinning at Harry.
Harry paused, turning to study the man, a frown on his lips. He noticed they had the same eye colour and he took a step back, as if he was afraid at the prospect of having a family member out there, all his other family had either died or betrayed him. "How are you alive?" he asked, his voice going softer. "I,, I don't even know your name-"
"Call me Killian." the man exclaimed, looking down at the chocolate card again. "Chocolate frogs,, Lily used to love those things." he mumbled, sighing. Harry watched Killian, his head spinning slightly. His grandfather was, or seemed to be a wizard.
"I got told you were a muggle. Another lie?" Harry asked bitterly, crossing his arms. Killian's head snapped back up from the card and he shrugged, offering Harry a small smirk. "Kind of-" he admitted, grabbing a handful of Harry's clothes and dumping it into the bag. "I'm magical,, but not a wizard."
Harry jumped into action again, helping him to shovel his clothes into the seemingly small bag. "Huh? What are you then?" he enquired, his curious nature taking over. "I thought you were dead too!"
Killian stopped, glancing over at Harry, the mischievous smirk on his lips still. "I can't die. I'm literally death Harry." he explained, his smirk growing at Harry's reaction.
Harry had to sit down at that revelation, gripping the bed. "It makes sense,, I mean you're wearing all black and you don't die,, but death is real?"
Killian nodded, giving a giggle. "Right here in the flesh baby-" he quipped, giving Harry finger guns. "Oh,, I also made an effort in clothing today I'll have you know. I usually wear pyjamas to work."
Harry gave him a bewildered look, zipping up his bag. "Look,, it's been nice chatting with you but I have a wife trying to murder me so um." he paused to pick up his things. "I must be off."
Killian took the bag off Harry, snapping his fingers and watching at the bag disappeared into thin air. Harry groaned, burying his face into his hands. "Where the fuck did my bag go?" he questioned, glancing up at his grandfather.
Killian smiled, grabbing Harry's arm. "Why do you think I came here kiddo? I knew when you were going to die so I came to rescue you. Can't have my sweet grandchild be murdered in that way." he mumbled, sounding half serious, half teasing.
Harry jumped as the door opened, and he turned slowly to see Ginny standing there, a scowl on her lips. "Hey Honey." she hissed, like a snake waiting to pounce. Harry whimpered, stepping back towards Killian.
Ginny seemed to have changed, no longer was she the friendly but hot headed girl Harry had fallen in love with, but instead more cruel, more badass he guessed?
Her smirk dropped a little when she noticed Killian, glaring at him. "Who is this Harry?" she spat, raising her wand to both Killian and Harry. "Are you cheating on me?" she shrieked, now sounding crazy. Harry scoffed, feeling his palms sweat again. "No, he's my grandfather." he told her, glaring at Killian, who was snickering. Killian nodded, smirking again, raising his hand towards Ginny and snapping his fingers again, watching smugly as Ginny started floating.
Ginny groaned, struggling to get down, eventually growling. "Let me down-" she murmured, her eyes narrowing. Killian just shrugged, grabbing Harry's hand. "Oh Ginevra, I don't think so!" he teased in a sing song voice, snapping his finger.
Harry felt himself lift up off the ground and his eyes were forced shut, a jolting sensation occurring in his stomach. He gagged, feeling the floor again. He opened his eyes, startled at the new location.
Killian chuckled, his eyes opening. "I'm such a dramatic bitch." he chirped, somehow in a better mood than before.
Harry glanced around the room, sighing shakily. It looked to be a study, with a desk in the middle and a comfy looking desk chair. The desk was stacked high with papers and the walls surrounding them were filled to the brim with books. Harry thought of Hermione at that, but pushed the thought away, unsure whether she was a part of Dumbledore's elaborate seeming scheme.
Killian sat on the desk chair, summoning another chair for Harry with another snap of his fingers.
"Welcome to the in between Harry."
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Killian is an icon and you can't tell me otherwise
drew the chaotic man himself so this is what he looks like in this chapter
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