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AN: Hi there! So i'm writing this as my NaNoWriMo 2017 project. Just to let you know, the only things i have done before posting this is a quick grammar and spelling check... otherwise this is a what you read is 1st draft... I will be posting up whatever I have for each day, this was day 1 work. I am posting today as i am more alive after sleeeep. i was in a midnight performance of The Rocky horror Show, then had to work... so sleep was very much needed. Anyways... here you are, and hope you enjoy!

Dont Fear the Reaper" challenge, by user Reptilia28

*) Harry is killed at 17 during the fight with Voldemort. He's sent to his Death's office (explained later) and finds out that this isn't the first time that this has happened.

*) Harry's Death (who can have a human name) is mad at his arrival. Apparently, people dying before their time is a black mark on the various Deaths' records, and Harry is getting perilously close to getting this particular one fired.

*) When Harry asks what was supposed to have happened, Death goes off on a rant saying how he was supposed to have killed Voldemort, found his soulmate ("Some Granger girl…") and lived to be a centennial age. But since Harry keeps getting into life-threatening situations for one reason or another, he keeps dying before that happens. Harry is surprised about the soul mate part.

*) Death gives Harry a paper to sign that allows him to retain his memories (the previous times, he wasn't given this option for some reason). Harry is deposited to a previous time of the writer's choosing.

*) Eventually, Harry gets it right. He kills Voldemort, gets the girl, and lives to a ripe old age of whatever. And Death doesn't get fired.

REQUIREMENTS:

*) Harry must have died at least three times before this one

*) The memory keeping contract must be included

*) Death must refer to Hermione as "some Granger girl" when Harry's soul mate turns up in his rant

*) Obviously, must be H/Hr

*) Have fun

OPTIONAL:

*) Dumbledore's manipulations can be a factor in Harry's premature demises"

Chapter 1

The bright green of the avada kadavra spell was the last thing Harry saw, while surrounded by the death eaters and Voldemort in the Forbidden Forest. Then there was the sensation of falling. There was however no feeling of hitting the ground.

What was strange was the fact that he felt the warmth of the carpet beneath his face and body.

"Get up," a rather irate and commanding voice seethed. "Mr. Potter, I mean right this second."

Off to his side he could hear someone shouting in, was that German?

"Shut up Adolf! You will get your turn, AFTER and ONLY after you finish your time here and ALL of those you had slaughtered are processed."

Slowly Harry opened his eyes and looked down at the soft white carpet, and then to the side where a man who looked a LOT like Hitler, and was chained to a chair. Beside him were other people sitting or chained to their seats. To his other side stood a swarthy skinned man that slowly turned his fiery gaze from the German to him.

"Mr. Potter," he snapped his fingers and pointed up. "Up, and follow me. Now." With that said the man turned sharply on his heel and began to stride off.

Realizing that the man before him was not going to wait, or call for him, or even tell him what was going on he quickly got to his feet and ran after the man, getting to him just as the door was closing.

This hallway was slightly off white instead of the stark white of the last room, at least he thought it might be a room, or perhaps some very large waiting room? Once more he had to take off at a run in order to catch up tot eh man who was muttering murderously under his breath in some sort or foreign language.

"Um," Harry began uncertainly. "Excuse me?"

"We shall talk in my office Mr. Potter, and ONLY then," he said in a very clipped tone.

Having finally caught up with him Harry fell into stride with him, and quietly followed behind him. It was obvious that he was angry with him, but he could not fathom why. This was the first time he had ever laid eye upon the man, or this place. Plus the fact that it could have very well been Adolf Hitler in the waiting room, that meant that he was dead. Once that realization hit him, his pace began to slow considerably.

"Oh for the love of it all," came the exasperated reply. "Yes, you are dead, and we will talk more about what it means in my office. Now do yourself a favor and keep up with me."

Dumbfound he struggled to keep up, but would at points drop back and have to dash to get back up to the man, following him through twists and turns, past a number of desks with secretaries sitting at them, until finally the man turned and nodded to a man at one of these desks and entered the office behind it. Once he was through it, he motioned for him to be seated, and then just before he managed to sit slammed the door shut.

"Could you possibly be ANY more stupid? To walk out into the wood like a lamb offering itself to a pack of starving wolves? Seriously! What kid of moron ARE you?" As Harry opened his mouth to respond the man glared at him until he closed it again.

Slowly he took his own seat and then pointed to a stack of rather large file boxes all labeled Harry Potter.

"Those are all you. Every time you died, every broken bone, every fucking nosebleed, and every accursed potion or spell cast on you. I had FINALLY finished all the paperwork from your last death, and with ink not even dry yet," he glared at teh teen, "you appear yet again in Judgment's Waiting Room." Leaning forwards and steepling his fingers, "do you hate me that much that you WANT to see me demoted?"

"Um," he looked about the room, trying to ignore the rather obscenely large stack of boxes. "No? Listen, I am really sorry that," he paused for a moment. "Wait did you say again?"

"Amazing, you do listen. Good, then maybe this time what I tell you will sink in and stay there. With luck you will do things right THIS time, and I can get back to my other work." The man sighed and leaned back pinching the bridge of his nose. "Before you begin rambling off like that girl you hang around asking question after question, let me get the basics out of the way."

The man stood up and wandered to the door, opening it a littler he reached out and came back with a large binder filled with papers. Returning to his desk once more he placed the binder down and opened it.

"You may call me Jacob. I am, for all that it is worth, one of many Angels of Death. Before you ask, it can be a bureaucratic nightmare of paperwork. This is your eighth death, and yet another one that was not supposed to happen. However yet again, this is not your fault. Well, to be honest, walking out to be killed was about as dumb as you can get, but we will get to that later."

Casually he began leafing through the pages, his dark eyes scanning them looking for something.

"So I am to give you, yet again, the option to return and try to get it right. However this will be your LAST attempt. If you do not get it right," he raised his steely gaze to lock eyes with him. "You and I will be sat and chained to chairs in that waiting room, and to make it worse we will only have each other to chat with, until it is finally your turn for judgment, and then, because somehow this is partially my fault, I get the sentence you do. So as you can see, I would really, REALLY, like you to get it right this time. Do you think you might be willing to do that for me? Get it right this time?"

"I," he began, and then paused. "What was supposed to happen?"

"Well," he sighed. "You were supposed to be raised by a person who was NOT the Dursleys, meet your soul mate, some girl named Banger, Fanger, Granger…. Yes, Granger."

"Hermione!? But, what about Ginny!?" he was shocked, to say the least.

"For fucks sake," he growled. "Listen closely to me, and I will speak slow for you. Banger," he began.

"Granger! Hermione Granger," Harry interrupted.

"Yes, her. She is your soul mate. Got that? SOUL MATE, which means FATE chose the two of you to fall in love and eventually have a bunch of kids, and a very happy long life, where you do not have to come see me for a very long ass time. As for the red haired bint and her mother, they are not supposed to be in the picture. Before you even get on with that arse you called a friend, with as many times as the boy as he has turned his back on you and treated you due to his jealousy, but to be honest he is not your friend. In fact he is being promised money for spying on you and being as close to you as possible.

"Now the same cannot be said of all of that family. The father is heavily potioned to follow his wife and her wishes. The older ones are not in on this, just the youngest two. This information does you no good right now," he sighed and leaned back in his chair.

"All of it was a lie?" he was shocked, the betrayal was beginning to heat a fire in him but the man clapped his hands drawing him away from his thoughts.

"None of that now," he flipped a few pages in the binder. "Right now you have a choice to make. Do you want to call it quits and leave everyone to reap what they sowed right now, or, would you care for this last chance to make it right, and have some semblance of the happily ever after?" Jacob stared at the young man before him waiting for him to give his answer, watching him mull over his two options.

"I'd like to try again," Harry said after he considered all the people he could possibly stop from dying this time around.

"Good," he replied and took up a pen to sign a few things on the page before him. The book glowed briefly and then the page turned itself. "Now that you have agreed to return, I can give you the information on the changes that will occur this time. You were not given these options before so I recommend you think about each of them very, VERY carefully, they will affect your life."

Harry leaned forward and prepared to listen to his new options. It was hard not to let his mind wander to the fact that everyone would be alive again, Sirius, Fred, Cedric, Collin, and so many others that had died in the long war. So many thoughts were coming through his mind it was hard to even listen, but then he noticed that Jacob was waiting for him to get through all of these thoughts. So with a deep breath he tried to relax and give the man before him his complete attention.

"Ready?" At the nod from the young man he ran his fingers over the page and then looked to him once more. "There are some contracts that you will need to sign in this binder; they are more binding that anything on the mortal plane. Once these pages are signed and filed there will be no going back, and obviously once you go back, you will not be able to change your mind about what you have taken. This is your final chance to get it all right, and end that fucking prophecy once and for all. Through all of what I am telling you I will stop and make certain you understand. If you need something clarified, let me know. I need you to make the best choices you can, and I am not allowed to make choices for you are to even sway you in the way that I think might be best. Do you understand?"

"So you cannot offer any advice to me?"

"I can offer advice, but I have to make it as impartial as possible. If I sway you in any way, shape, or form, then I will be demoted even worse than if you cause me to be fired. I have no wish to have to become a fucking cupid." The man shuddered at the thought of having to wander after people and try to get them to go after their true love, or lust, or any of that. It was obvious that Harry's cupid was not doing his job, and was probably getting reamed for it again as well.