Death's Chosen Child

Chapter 6: Part six

Flashback to Harry's time in Death's realm;

When Harry woke up, it was immediately a shock to his system. For a second, he didn't know where he was. He was lying in a strange bed, the walls were not something he recognized, and the magic around him seemed more alive than he had ever felt it.

After that first second, it slammed back into him. He had accepted Death's hand yesterday, and now he was in Death's realm. Bloody hell .

For a moment, he was internally panicking. He could remember how Dumbledore had screamed for him to stop, to not go with Lord Death. Should he have listened? Should he have stayed and entered the Tournament as a fourteen-year-old?

Then his resolve came back to him. No, he should have the same opportunities as every other contestant. He didn't even want to be in this crazy Tournament. It was dangerous, and for all his Gryffindor braveness, he had some self-preservation. He grabbed his glasses from the table next to the bed, where they were thankfully put.

He didn't know how long he had stayed in his bed. To be honest, he doesn't know what to do right now, just thinking about everything that happened in just a short period of time when there was a knock on the door.

''Come in!'' He replied on a reflex. He wasn't used that people knocked when entering his room. At Hogwarts, he slept with four other boys, and with the Dursleys, well, they didn't knock. They were more the 'if you aren't out of bed within five seconds, I drag you out of it' kind of people.

The person that walked in took his breath away for a moment. Lord Death was imposing in the mortal realm, but it was so more intense in his own realm. You could practically taste the power that surrounded him, and Harry had a couple of moments where he couldn't find the air to breathe.

Lord Death stood in the middle of the room Harry had been sleeping in and let Harry acclimate to his presence. When Harry was breathing calmly again, and when his magic was more settled, Lord Death came closer before settling on the edge of Harry's bed.

''How are you feeling?'' Death asked like everything was just completely normal. Maybe it was for him, but Harry suddenly felt the urge to give a manic laugh. He swallowed heavily before responding.

''Fine, I guess, it's- it's a little strange. Everything feels-'' He hadn't had the words for it, or so he thought. When his mind settled, it was clear that everything felt like magic, where Hogwarts was a magic castle where you also could feel the magic around you. Here in Death's realm, it was so more suppressing. The magic felt dark. Harry didn't like that very much. The weird thing was that his magic was a-okay with it. It seemed to react to everything around him, and it made Harry even warier.

''You'll get used to it.'' Death simply responded, and he gave Harry a smile that Harry copied.

They were silent for a moment, and Harry fidgeted a little with the blanket that was thrown over him. It was not weird for him to wake up in a strange place tucked under a blanket. Godric knows how many times he had woken up in the Hospital ward at Hogwarts.

''What are we going to do now?'' Harry asked finally in a small voice, hunching in himself, he hoped that he wasn't overstepping, but he was never sure. The smallest things always set off the Dursleys.

A hand settled on his own fidgety one, and Harry looked up again. Death had a calm expression on his face, and it made Harry relax a little.

''What we are going to do first is make sure that you are okay to be in this realm. You are a mortal, and this is no longer the mortal world. If you allow me, I want to make you - resistant to some things. I also want to make sure you are in good health. If you wish, I can heal your bad eyesight-'' Before Death could say anything more, Harry already responded. ''Yes! Yes, please fix them!''