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A few days ago, Harry Potter had started to feel a little anxious. Out of nowhere, a soft red light or glow had started to surround his best friend and Auror partner Ronald Weasley and apparently, he was the only one to see it. Whatever it meant, Harry wasn’t going to like it, he was sure of it.
During a raid, where some Neo Death Eaters had tried to escape, Harry had suddenly felt someone giving up his life. It felt weird and not right… And then, out of nowhere, he heard the spell.
“Avada Kedavra!”
He knew. He knew the spell was meant for Ron and the only thing he could think of was to shoot a spell at his best friend that threw him across the room. Ron landed in a bookcase which collapsed on top of him and left him unconscious for a short amount of time. Even though, it had moved him to the other side of the room and probably hurt him, it had also thrown him away from the deadly spell.
There was so much blind rage and anger in Harry's body when he turned back to the man who had tried to kill his best friend that he seemed to have lost the memory of what happened next, since the next thing he could remember was all five Neo Death Eaters dead on the floor.
From across the room, Ron groaned and got up, shaking the dust from his clothes and pushing the books away from him. As he turned around, he seemed to notice their enemies on the floor. He ran his fingers through the red hair which was by now only half held back by the pony tail and sighed.
“Harry, that wasn’t what our plan was!” Ron said and shook his head. "We were supposed to take them in and find out who their leader was!"
Harry nodded silently, but was happy to note that the mysterious red glow had vanished from around his best friend. “I’m sorry, Ron. They wanted to kill you.”
Ron smiled weakly and climbed over the shattered room around the people lying on the floor. “They could have just as well gotten you!” Grabbing his wand, he stretched again and checked for some bruises on his arms.
Once again, Harry nodded, though somehow he was sure that they hadn’t tried to kill him but Ron. They scanned the rest of the house and found no living thing inside, except for them. So there weren’t any Animagi around and apparently they didn’t have plants. Harry liked this new spell very much since it eliminated the possibility of being surprised by someone who wasn’t willing enough to fight with others but decided to stay back and get his revenge then. With this spell, everything was revealed.
“Well then, let’s get Malfoy up here and let his team do the rest” Ron summarized and started doing one of the newest spell in the Ministry handbook, which was supposed to tell the Passive Aurors, the Investigators led by Malfoy, that a crime scene was ready.
In no time, the place was swarmed by people and Harry and Ron made their way to the Ministry to finish the report, before heading home. Ron wanted him to join for some drinks, but Harry was extremely tired and postponed the drinking to a later date.
Harry also decided not to floo home. A walk around London would certainly help him in some way to calm down a little. He just realized that the red glow he had seen on Ron was probably a sign showing him that he was supposed to die. There was no telling what would have happened if Harry hadn’t seen it and also hadn’t felt the death spell rushing through the air. Probably the worst thing ever. He couldn’t even imagine what he would have to tell his best friend’s wife, Hermione Weasley! How could he have told her, his childhood best friend, that her husband died while both were out in what first seemed to be a vanilla raid?
His train of depressing thoughts was interrupted, when someone stepped in his way and made him stop walking as well. “I’m sorry” the other man said and Harry looked up to find a younger man standing there. “I must have lost my way around here, could you maybe help me get to Grimmauld Place 6?”
His sharp blue eyes were only extremely prominent due to his extraordinarily white hair and white skin. He looked like a walking snowman with light blue eyes. His wardrobe seemed to be from the late seventeen hundreds and Harry figured it must have been a wizard who had no idea how to dress appropriately for Muggles.
Harry waited for a second, before he smiled back at him. “Of course, I need to go that way anyway.”
“Perfect!” The young man smiled. He did look a little weird for just any human being and Harry’s newly awakened death sense (which he didn’t know he had until now) was on high alert. He chanced another look, but it didn't change the image of this strange man. He had indeed white, silvery hair and piercing blue eyes. He was so pale that even Malfoy looked as if he had stayed in the sun for months.
While they walked next to each other for a few silent moments, Harry realized something else: his steps seemed to be… not there. Was he floating?! What was he thinking, doing something like that around Muggle London?!
Suddenly, the young man stopped and smiled at him. “I’m sorry, I haven’t introduced myself. My name is Argui Dawjan. I’m Death.”