Harry Potter and the Day-dreamer

Ch2 Death and Day-dreamers

Allison woke up in a blank white room. It was empty other than the chair she was sitting on and the table in front of her.

Moments earlier she had been in pain, she had died after all, walked in on a murder. They couldn't leave her alive after she saw their faces. Wrong time, wrong place.

Should've listened to her gut, she supposed.

"Welcome, my dear." a warm voice said

Looking up, she saw a tall dark haired person. They hair was long, straight witch reached their elbows. With sharp features and dead, white eyes, the person smiled gently again, as to reassure her, that she was safe.

"If I may ask, welcome w-were exactly?" Allison asked with a slight tremor in her voice.

The person seemed to think for a moment.

"Well, I don't usually get asked that question, you see people like to assume simply, but if I had to I would say, limbo is the most fitting name for it, a waiting room of sorts for souls. Although at the moment, we are in my office."

"O-office?" just who was this person....
The person giggled
"Oh, how rude of me not to introduce myself, I am Death , pleasure is all mine, I'm sure."
Allison froze, staring at the person -Death?-

"B-beg your pardon?"
"Then beg."
...
Death cleared their throat
"Anyway, we have more important business. How much do you know about re-incarnation and what do you think about it?"

"It's the theory that people are born again into a different life once they die, I-I think it's interesting and I saw some proof of it but I never believed it completely.  I uh, think it's cool?"

"Good answer now I'm gonna tell you a lot of things, quickly so make sure to pay attention, k?
Now re-incarnation is real, but people aren't only reborn in a different life, but different universes as well- yes the multiverse theory is true- now, usually Fate get to decide who get born where and what will happen to them, but after centuries of doing nothing but deciding when and how people die an then being their babysitter I came to the decision that I should have chosen ones, who's stories I write. That's you, your one of my chosens."

Allison toke a moment to take it all in, she could have panicked and questioned everything, but she had been waiting all her life for something interesting to happen. She had practically wasted her entire life, why not enjoy her afterlife, well second life.

"There's more to it, isn't there, if that was it you wouldn't have brought me here to explain things, you would have just sent me off to my next life witch you already wrote.
What's the catch?"

Death smiled widely, looking like the chesire cat, then let out a bright giggle .

"See, this is why I chose you, you're so smart. Yes there is more, you see I don't enjoy writing stories as much as watching them play out. So my chosens are those who have already written their future stories, the artists, writters poets...
The Day-dreamers."

And here Allison thought she had wasted her life dreaming.

"Now, a bit more details before you move on, I still get to make changes in these stories, just to spice them up or to fix plot holes. Once you reach your Death day, the day you died in your original life- your 16th birthday in this case-, all your memories from previous life's, your original one in particular will be unlocked.
Although the same soul your personalities may differ, as will your interests but you'll mostly still be the same person, just slightly different. Got it? Good."

"W-wait? What, I have questions!"
"Bye my dear, good luck, see you in circa sixteen years."
"What do you mean!?!"
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Orion woke up suddenly, with a horrible headache. Getting five new sets of memories will do that to you.
"Good morning dear, Happy Death day!"

Death said in their usual cheery voice, while handing him a pain relief potion.

He took it eagerly. Death always appeared after his death day to help him adjust and to add comments to his everyday life. When they said, they enjoyed watching stories play out they meant it literally.

Then he looked up, from where he was rubbing his eyes. He was in what seemed to be a dorm room. Green and old style, seemed strangely familiar. His memory of his present life were always a bit blurry behind all the new ones.

That's how they started doing what he called 'backround checks' , where Death simply cleared up who he was.
"Hogwarts?" He asked voice still groggy with sleep.

Death hummed in confirmation.
He headed to the bathroom, looks like Slytherins had bathrooms right in their dorms, very convenient.

"What year?"
"Sixth , a year above one Harry Potter."
"All the green and silver means Slytherin, hmm, blood status?"
"Pure-blood, but everything thinks you're muggleborn."
"And in Slytherin, guessing, no friends then?"
"Not really, no magical ones at least."
"Year above Potter, that means Umbridge this year, my hand is bandaged, so I'm guessing she doesn't like me."
"No, not at all, the only person getting more  detentions than you is Harry Potter himself."
"Hmm, parents?"
"You were adopted by a magical couple when they saw your accidental magic at the orphanage. Half-blood and muggleborn."
"Loving?"
"Very much so."
"Blood parents?"
At this question Death stayed silent and looked away, seemingly thoughful, whether they made the right decision with it.
"Death?"
"You won't like it."
"Who are they Death?"
"Bellatrix Lestrange nee Black and Tom Marvolo Riddle."