Harry dies from his uncle's latest beating in the summer before his sixth year. One would think death after violence would bring peace. But peace is only for those who actually want it. After having a "good 'ol Heart to heart" with Death themselves...
He couldn't even hear his cousin's signature waddle down the stairs.
Just quiet. Just warmth.
He began to hear a low hum. It was almost like a mourning father singing a lullaby at his child's funeral.
It sounded so sad.
"Take your time, little Master. The soul is complex. Take your time. You are safe here." A deep voice spoke in his ear in a slow whisper.
"Yes, that's it, little one. Just a bit more, " a motherly voice spoke after the deep one. She sounded as sad as the song.
"Take your time. You are safe." The humming came back.
________year unknown_______
Harry listened to the man's humming. It was the same song he also heard. Low mournful humming in a slow, soft melody. Every time he heard it, more little lights would come in. Harry wanted to try the humming. But only a shutter happened. Then, he was next to him again in an instant, petting and holding him as the pain went away.
"Shhh, little Master. You are safe."
__________another century later______
Finally, after so long. Harry was feeling whole again. He was finally able to recall his time in this strange place. He remembered when Thanatos, whose name he learned from the whispering voices, whom he learned later were called reapers, had decided to take him from the Reception Room and into a quieter place.
His favorite memory was when he was finally able to make sounds, having tried to mimic the soothing song coming from his companion, who responded with a hum he somehow understood as a question, and was able to repeat what he hummed, thus ensued a dizzying experience when Thanatos lifted him from his spot and spun around. Harry comfortably assumed he made his companion VERY happy.
From then on, he slowly learned more, as he was finally able to ask questions. Like the humming song Thanatos sang all the time was a Calling to the lost and fresh souls. "Death may be eternal rest for mortals, master, but my rest is not imminent. I sing in my language to differ from the others' songs. Temptation to stay is strong in the mortal realm. I do not always succeed. Souls who are stubborn enough become chaotic beings." Thanatos explained with a fond chuckle as he pets Harry's soul. "I do not complain, as they are still within my domain."
That's another thing he learned. He was a soul, like all those lights he could perceive from the Room before being relocated. He literally fit in the palm of Death's hand like a cute little pet. Somehow, he was not as bothered by this as he probably should be.
"You have done well, Master. Are you ready to manifest? Do you need more time?" Thanatos asked, holding the little glowing soul that was his Master. 'Yes, manifest, ready' Harry answered.
"Good. Open your eyes, Master."
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