Harry Reaper

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter nor Rise of the Guardians.

(Harry's Death)

Harry laid on the ground bleeding. He stared at his friends in shock, betrayal, and pain. How could they do this to him? Weren't they friends? Why are they killing him?

"W-why?" He asked as he coughed up some blood.

They told him everything. How they were paid to be friends to their plan to take his money and fame. They wanted fame and fortune but he had to die first. They would claim that they killed Voldemort not Harry.

"Thanks for the money Freak." Ron sneered before leaving.

"Useless moron." Hermione muttered as she too left.

"Glad that I don't have to pretend to love you." Ginny left soon after.

Slowly Harry died. The moon glowed bright and soon so did Harry. He grew pale white. His hair grew past his shoulder. His scars and injuries disappeared. His lips turned black and his iris' and eyes became outlined in black. Harry gasped before his eyes opened to reveal eerie glowing emerald green eyes.

Harry Reaper. You have mastered death. Now you will be a guide to those souls who have died.

"Who are you?" Harry looked around.

I am the man in the moon.

"Oh. Why did you change me?"

To give you a life with friends and love.

"Really?"

Yes. I gave all of your belongings that you can't use to Luna. I also gave her your money so that those who betrayed you can't have it. The belongings that you can use are next to you.

"Thank you."

Of course. No one but your believers, other spirits, the guardians, Luna, and of course Death will be able to see you.

"Okay. Anything else?"

Not at this moment in time.

"Oh, okay. Thank you."

You're welcome.

Harry picked up his things and began his task. It was an instinct d he had Death whispering needed knowledge in his head now. He guided the souls and it didn't matter if it was a death eater nor an innocent. He did his job.