In which Death decides that only she can screw her Master over, and that Fate and Destiny have no power over him.
When her Master is in need of a helping hand, Death can't resist intervening.
"Mom?" He called out, looking carefully at the translucent red-headed woman in front of him. She lacked color, but they had the same green eyes. He turned to the man, with glasses and the same crazy hair as him. "Dad?"
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"Oh, Harry..." The woman, who he was sure was his mom, whispered with tears in her eyes. "You've grown so much, baby."
"He's a young man now Lils." His dad replied, with a proud smile on his face.
Harry wasn't sure how to act right this moment, he never thought he could actually meet his dead parents before. Of course, he dreamt about it, multiple times. However, reality was something else entirely.
"Hello." He finally whispered and waved his hand slightly in greeting. He must have looked ridiculous because his father chuckled.
"This has been a day full of surprises hasn't it Harry?" His mom asked with a smile, also amused.
"You can say that again." Harry replied. "I'm a wizard with magic, my best friend is the actual death and I'm talking with ghosts."
"Your favorite ghosts I hope?" James Potter interjected, with an impish grin.
"He hasn't met any other ghosts yet." His mother replied before he could, rolling her eyes at his father.
Meanwhile, young Harry was still mindblown with everything in the universe right now.
His mom looked at him and kneeled down, coming down to his size to look him right in the eye. When she noticed the marveled look on his green eyes she let out a melancholic smile. "We have missed you so much Harry, you were so wanted and we love you no matter where we are. Dead or alive."
Harry teared up a bit, having his mom who he had never met in front of him and telling him that he was wanted and loved was all he ever really dreamed about. "I love you too mom." He whispered back.
"I'm feeling forgotten over here." His dad said with a pout, which stopped his tears in a second as he let out a laugh.
"Missed you too dad." He replied with a grin, his dad was such a joker.
His mom rolled her eyes once more at his dad, and turned towards him. "You must have so many questions, and we have so much to tell you. And we only have 45 minutes left."
James Potter nodded and got a more serious look on his face. They really didn't have much time to waste, even if these moments we're the most precious memories they could give their son.
"First things first, you can trust Freya." Lily informed. Harry nodded, the fact that his friend was Death didn't change his image of her in his mind. She was his only friend, his only confidant, his teacher on many occasions.
One thing he knew for sure, he could trust her because even if she thought of him as her Master she had yet to abandon him. More than that, in his head Death must be a very busy primordial, and the fact that she decided to guide and protect him meant that she really did care.
