Foresaken (Old, being rewrote)

The day wasn't ruined

After buying an excited green mamba and a thrilled Hedwig from Animal Underground of a price of ten galleons, Death accompanied Harry to the exit to Knockturn alley, his demeanor much quieter than it had been for the entirety of their time in Knockturn Alley. Harry minded the shadows as they went, much so at the spot of Harry's attack, vampire's no longer clung into the shadows and the alley seemed bare without them. With them gone, the alley was blank of life, only signs being watchful shop owners eyeing them through shop windows with hooded gazes. With the bright marble of Diagon in sight, Harry glanced over to Death who was frowning with a thoughtful look on his face while he fiddled with his sleeves. After spending today with Death in a good mood where he wasn't about to explode every five seconds, Harry was very surprised at just how human he was.

The first time they met, only days ago, Death seemed to be some Angelic godly figure who knew literally everything. He really did seem to know everything the first time they met, as Death looked through him as if he knew every thought that ever ran through his head, every action he regretted, along with every word that ever left his lips. Now he just seemed be a kind, empathetic to some man with immense power and magic.

Harry silently hoped for Death to continue to treat him like this, and not like he was a disgusting fleck of dirt underneath your fingernails you can't quite reach. Today, he seemed to actually like Harry, which was very different from their first encounter where he bashed and loathed Harry's very existence. Even if Death secretly hated every moment he spent with Harry today, the Master of Death would still find himself grateful for everything done today.

Being munched on by vampires was not something he wanted to deal with, even if he would later arise alive, it would still be a horrible experience all around. But more importantly, he had Hedwig again, something that he would always be thankful for. His feathered friend was always someone he could love and trust, she would always be there for him in her owlish ways. Harry's new companion seemed to be someone he could very much get along with, after her and Harry debated they named her Kiwi, which was very much not what Harry expected. Kiwi wasn't a bad name, but it was not what he expected her to name herself. Still, a cute name for a cutie such as herself, mentioning her she was currently hidden under his sleeve, where she peaked out up near his neck. Kiwi was silent, Harry told her to stay quiet until they were alone and she loyally did so.

"Here's where I leave you," Death drawled, stopping at the edge of Knockturn Alley's exit, he looked passively over to Harry, "I advise you to remember who your dealing with, as one stupid mistake can cause everything to spiral out of control."

"I'll know," Harry said, a part of him bristling at the tone Death was using. Well, maybe nice Death was a one day sorta thing, Harry thought to himself.

"Just see that you do," Death briskly said, a slight edge to his tone. Without another word, he turned and strolled back down Knockturn Alley at a leisurely pace. Harry watched, as he disappeared from sight.

"Dumbledore time," Harry whispered to himself in a moodly tone, "Oh, won't this be a splendid time?" He sarcastically added, before leaving Knockturn, finding a dread pooling in his gut. Dumbledore can't touch me, Harry tried to reassure himself as he walked across the street and back to the robe shop, he has no reason to and he can't get away with it now. For some reason, those words didn't carry such a reassurance as he wished, as an anxious buzzy static resided in his head.

As if Hedwig could sense brewing anxiety, she thrilled quietly, clearly trying to comfort Harry in the only way she currently could. Harry glanced down at her and she looked back, her large amber eyes staring up at him with an emotion you wouldn't see in the average animals eye; concern. Harry felt his hand twitch tighter on the handle of the cage Hedwig was in, as he felt it really didn't soothe his nerves in the slightest.