This is a story idea that I had a couple of years ago but never had the time to write. It will be SLAH so if that's not your thing then don't read this… The idea of Hank being the name of Death came from She Who Cannot Be Turned.

Prologue

Harry stared at the crumpled body of Voldemort with relief. He was dead… Lord Voldemort was dead. He could finally live the normal life that he had been craving, he could finally move back to the muggle world. Despite the discovery that he was a wizard had been a relief, it had also been a burden.

Since he had turned 11, Harry had been put on a pedestal by the wizarding world and been expected to just be a good boy and do what he was told. He was expected to make friends with Hermione and the Weasley's. The Weasley's, they were not the people that he had thought they were, he'd learnt that the hard way. Hermione on the other hand had been a true friend and harry had regretted not noticing what was happening until it was too late. He had regretted not being able to save her from the pain that he had felt. Harry hated how the wizarding population could go from worshipping and loving him one minute, to hating and incriminating him the next.

Harry slowly turned around. What he saw next was something he hadn't been expecting. Cho Chang was standing behind him with her wand raised and a look of disgust and terror on her face that confused Harry. She glanced away and Harry followed her glance to see Ron embracing Hermione in a hug. He heard a whisper from Cho and looked back just in time to see a flash of green fly out of her wand and hit him in the chest. As Harry crumbled to the ground, he heard Hermione let out a strangled sob and he tried to tell her that it would be alright. But he couldn't. He was dead.

Harry opened his eyes to see a man that looked to be about 35 in black leather pants and a black button-up, long sleeved shirt that seemed to match. He would have looked normal if you ignored the red eyes, black Dracula style cape, and the novelty helicopter hat. Harry knew who this man was. He could almost be called a friend. It was Hank, better known to the world's population as Death.

"It's time to go Grasshopper." Hank told Harry as he extended his hand to help the younger man up, "we're already running late."
"Late for what Hank?" he asked, looking over at a waving Luna with surprise.
"Late for your first reap…" he said, pulling the younger man up, "by the way, that weird blond chick can see us."

Harry stood and walked over to Luna, "make their lives hell for me sweetie." He whispered, kissing her head affectionately.
"Don't worry Harry," she told him dreamily, "we'll be fine. You'll still come and visit me won't you?"
"Yeah babe, tell Hermione that… that it wasn't her fault." He told her sadly, 'And tell her goodbye for me…'
"Okay Harry, I'll tell her that you loved her and am sorry you didn't find out until it was too late…" she replied louder and less dreamily so that it drew the attention of the crowd around them. "Good luck Harry, I'll miss you!"
"I'll miss you too sweetie, take care of yourself." He told her before he gave her another kiss on the forehead and walked into the dark, blue light.

Well there's the prologue, i hope you enjoyed it! Chapter One should be up soon.