Brother Mine

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Summary:

He had always wanted a little brother. From the days when his aunt and uncle made him sleep in a cupboard, to transforming into an omniscient force, to passing his first test of strength in Jotunheim. Too bad his baby brother was abducted by some old Asgardian fart.

Prologue – Death's Socks

Being something that existed everywhere and no-where at the same time was extremely frustrating. There was only so much mental space that one could stretch to accommodate the horrible infinity of worlds and universes, not to mention the fact that any idiot strong enough to be able to manipulate energy could have easily created a conduct for him to act.

But despite being an eternally busy entity, Death liked to take breaks, travelling from world to world, manifesting in different forms and ways. Although his most favored form was that of a young human, Harry Potter, it had not been his intention to eventually be the owner of his own instruments.

It was a joke in the beginning to be honest. Give a couple of idiots a rock, a stick and a part of his sock to send them on their merry way. Sure, he hadn't intended to be a "prophesised child" but shit happens, and he was the master of Murphy's Law anyway. So when he had finally regained his memories, he wasn't just Death anymore, he was Harry Freaking Potter. It seemed as if humanity had a profound change of pace upon his own personality, and one that he so liked. So now he went around as Harry Potter, just because he wanted to and he quite liked it.

Even if his saving people thing got a little hazardous one time or another.