Dead Like Potter
Chapter 01- Death
Beta for this story is Ezra'eil
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Dead Like Me. Nor do I claim to.
Summary: Crossover with Dead Like Me. After graduation Harry dies and becomes a grim reaper with the duty of crossing over souls to the afterlife. In addition to his job, he still has to cross over Voldemort. Harry/Georgia. No slash.
A/N: For those that don't know, Georgia usually goes by the name George. Also, a Reaper appears different to those who aren't dead. Anyone who does not know her as a Reaper knows her as Millie.
March 23, 2003
The dawn of the new day brought nothing but more despair to the life of Harry Potter. He was currently wandering the streets of London while thinking over the past couple years. It had been a couple of years since he graduated from Hogwarts and he was amazed that he lived long enough to make to graduation. Ever since he'd left, the attacks had against him had gradually increased. Voldemort no longer cared for the cloak and dagger routine. He openly attacks whenever and wherever he wants.
Harry himself had pushed away any protection the Order and Ministry offered. He figured that if Voldemort was going to attack, bodyguards would not make a difference. Anyway, he had his inheritance and could afford his own if he desired them.
Hermione and Ron had tried continuously to make him see reason. To make him see that he had to fight or everyone would die. Typical Hermione. She loves authority and the prophecy was just one more example of authority. If she reads it as stating that I have to die, then it means that I should die like a good little slave.
Every since he told them that they could take the prophecy and shove it up Snape's arse, they mostly ignored him. He'd been using the time to study various ancient fields to see if he could find out what rituals Voldemort had done. If he could discover the exact ones, he might be able to find a weak spot.
Today he found himself sitting outside a café working on a ritual that he thought just might work. It seemed that Voldemort leeches the magic of his followers through their marks. It might be possible to overload his core and destroy them all. Of course, there is the chance that I'm going to die with them. The only way I'd have a good chance of living would to cut the connection. It'd probably be best to use this as a last option since the only way to cut the connection is to kill myself.
His thoughts were interrupted by the waiter interrupting him again. "Excuse me sir, if you are not going to buy anything else we need this table. We are expecting a large party to arrive soon." The man's disdain for what he thought a vagabond was clear evident.
If he only knew.
Harry looked down at his half empty cup before smiling at the man, "No, I am done here." He paid for his drink and began to walk back towards his apartment when an urgent news alert appeared on a nearby T.V.
The reporter was kinda cute. "Nice eyes. Long legs." His daydream of a normal life was interrupted when she began her report. "We have just received reports that there is the possibility of pieces of the Mir Space Station landing in England. There have been confirmed reports of pieces landing within the United States. Scientists at the Royal Academy state that the Russians lost control of the station while it was de-orbiting. Instead of a controlled crash, it lingered in space long enough for the earth's rotation to place the landings over land instead of the water."
"Damn," he muttered. "Maybe I will get lucky and a piece will land on top of Voldemort. That would be amusing, death by space trash." Though I'm not that lucky.
He tuned out the rest of the report and began his long walk home. About half way there he heard a strange whistling sound, though he could not figure out where it was coming from. As he looked around for the source of the noise, he began to notice the others around him pointing up. He looked up just in time to mutter, "This is so not my day."
When the smoke and dust cleared there was nothing there but a crater.
"What was that thing?"
"It must've come from the space station."
"Was anyone hurt?"
"I saw a man standing there."
"I see a body. Someone call for help."
"That poor guy, what a way to go."
Der Waffle Haus
A few weeks later
"Everyone," began an older gentleman as he sat down in the booth. "I have some important news for you all."
He looked over to a young blonde woman, "Georgia, I have some good news for you."
"I can finally pass over?" she asked with some hope. It's the least they can do if they won't let me return to the living.
"You've only been a reaper for a few weeks. What makes you think that you will get to quit before us?" he responded. "The good news is that you can quit your job at Happy Time. We are…"
"I can quit Happy Time?" she interrupted. No more dealing with Delores. "If I have to quit, I'll need some money."
"We're finally getting paid?" asked a new comer as he pushed his way into the booth.
"Eat your pie," Rube said as he pushed the plate to Georgia. "No, I am not going to start paying you all. You are doing the community a service. What I was going to say is that we have to move."
"Move?" demanded an agitated woman. "I can't move. I am applying for the police force soon."
"Roxy, this is not up to me. An external influence group in London has disappeared and we were ordered to step in until a new team can be moved in.
"Disappeared?" interrupted Mason as he was chewing his waffles. "You mean they all crossed over at the same time?"
"Will you please quit interrupting me. And don't talk with your mouth full, it's uncivilized." he scolded. "The administration will not tell me what happened. All they told me was that almost all the reapers had disappeared and we were to go there and replace them."
"Wait," asked another. "You said almost all the reapers disappeared. Does that mean some survived?"
"Betty," chided Roxy. "He said not to interrupt him anymore. I want to hear this."
"No," Rube said. "She's right. Not all of them disappeared. There is one left."
"He's probably half way around the world by now," George muttered. Now that she thought about it, so would she.
"Surprisingly, he died from the station also," he said this last part while looking at Georgia.
"Oh, you can now start a club," joked Mason between bites. "People Killed by Space Toilets."
"You're a bowl of laughs," she ground out. "Keep it up and I'll see if I can reap you. So he's new, like me."
"Yeah," he started. "From I understand he took to it quickly. Almost too quickly. It was like he wasn't that surprised to hear about Reapers. What I don't understand is why they refuse to tell me anything else about him. It's almost like there is some secret. Hopefully he'll be more forthcoming."
Georgia began, "So… were going to England. So how long do we have?"
"We leave in two days."
"What about my parents? And my sister?" asked Georgia, thinking about leaving her family.
"You've got to come to terms with it. Your dead, their not. You have to move on, it's not good to dwell in the past. I think this move will be good for all of us, especially you."
Rube began to think about what he should tell everyone. On one hand he knew some of what was going on. On the other hand he didn't want to scare them. Hell, he was scared. Something that could kill a reaper. He was hesitant in telling everyone that they could die again. And this time, they would simply cease to exist. "Everyone go home and pack up everything you can carry with you. More than likely we might not be back for a while."
Or at all.
"Millie, what are you doing here today," Delores asked in surprise when George knocked on her office door. "You're supposed to have today off.
"That's kinda the reason I'm here," she replied. "I have some news I think you should know."
"You've finally graduated from AA?" Delores guessed. "That's great news. We'll have to celebrate."
After wishing that she could tell Delores where to take this job and stick it, she had no idea how to go about it. She couldn't really do it, could she?
"Well, when do you want the party," Delores pressed.
"There isn't going to be a party, Delores. I came in to turn in my resignation…"
"You're quitting? I thought we got along, didn't we?"
"I know what it is. It's that Roger guy in filing. He's been bothering you, hasn't he? I'll put a stop to it."
"Delores, that's not it. I have to move to England."
"England? What's there," Delores asked in confusion.
"My aunt is really sick and she asked if I could come over there and help her out some. She's offered me a room at her house."
"Didn't your aunt die last week?"
"That was on my mother's side. This aunt is my father's sister."
"Oh dear, you have the worst luck with family. You go and take care of your aunt. In the end, all we have is family."
"And just so you know, you will always have a job here. When you come back, just give me a call and you can start whenever."
"Thanks." I think.
End Chapter One