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It didn't take Takahiro long to contact Beyond Birthday, and in that short amount of time I'd already bought more than half of Flourish and Blot's inventory. With each page I read the Wizard World became even more curious. There were cutting hexes, bone crushing curses, blood boiling curses, torture curses, and my favorite killing curses. The Wizard World was a mass weapon of destruction and chaos and the two Dark Lords they had have yet to scratch the surface of what was to come.

"Harry, we're out of strawberries," Takahiro said, lazily floating through the wall to hover just above my head. I lazily looked up at him.

"We have cherries," I said before turning back to my book on wendigo, werewolf, and vampire hunting habits. Takahiro, of course, didn't leave. Instead he floated down so his head was hovering inches away from mine.

"You haven't killed anyone in awhile, maybe you should take a break," Takahiro said, his tongue flickering out to taste the air. I set down my book for a moment. Surely I have killed someone recently? I looked to the corner of my room to meet Hedwig's wide gold eyes. She made a cooing noise at me before beginning to clean her feathers.

"That's a good idea," I said, and I felt oddly lethargic. Slowly, I reached into my desk drawer to set my death note on top of my desk. Carefully I opened it to a blank age and grabbed a quill I'd bought at Diagon Alley. I placed the quill against the page and let my mind be filled with images full of blood and death. Who to kill, who to kill. Finally, I stopped upon the face of Draco Malfoy, and a large smile spread across my face. I wrote his name in large strokes across the page, my mind playing over his face like a dream. He was already attractive for someone his age, with elfish features, picturing him with crimson red dripping down his chin, his neck, and his pale skin, it made me shiver. He was a work of art. I opened my eyes and stared down at his name and cause of death to realize I hadn't finished spelling his name. I frowned.

"Something wrong?" Takahiro hissed a cherry dangling from his mouth. I just stared blankly at the page before closing the notebook and putting it back in my desk.

"When will Beyond be arriving?" I asked, trying to ignore how foreign the quill felt in my hand.

"I'm already here," a deep voice travelled across the room. I turned towards the door to came face to face with Beyond Birthday. He was tall, with wild black hair that hung in front of his face, he was wearing a plain white tee-shirt, and a pair of faded blue jeans. What caught my attention though, was his eyes. They were the color of blood, practically glowing in the shadows, they were magnificent.

"Pleasure to meet you."

Sorry for not updating in, well, forever. I'm also sorry this chapter is so short. Please review!, though! Thanks.