Prologue: In which Death is Plagued by the living

"God damn it!" A cry rang through the halls of the ebony palace. "The boy died again and still has no flipping idea." The voice shrieked again. "Why me, what did I do to deserve such an idiotic master?"

Suddenly rounding a corner appeared a young woman white as bone with hair to match and with black ink scribbles covering her skin. As she walked her rant continued her long slivery cloak bellowing out behind adding to the dramatic effect.

"Once was acceptable, twice maybe understandable, but this is the last straw, in the past 5 years he has died 73 times! Who dies 73 time in 5 years, and most of them were just stupid. Seriously death by Knight bus, Twice! Eventually you would think he'd learn to not stand in the middle of the road." Slowly the minion she was complaining to creeped into view behind her, a small blood red statue-like humanoid with bat wings and gazelle horns holding a pen and paper, nodding indulgently.

"Well if he keeps this up I will go all the way to the mortal realm and tell him myself." The girl said, when her pocket chimed and she pulled out her crimson iphone, her eyes glowing a dangerous red, there is plain letters similar to a regular text message read:

"Harry James Potter time of death: NOW

Cause: Tripping while running with knives."

"AAAAARRRRRRGGGHHH! That is it, come on, we're going on a trip." And so Harry Potter unleashed Death upon the all mortals.