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Chapter 2 : Into the Alley
He was the son of the mortal woman, I replaced for the century of his birth. I should not be affected by him. Yet somehow we both become family to each other. And a mortal become more.
-Death to Eve
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Harry Potter had learned that he could see things nobody else could. He learned that he could speak any language, including snake and cat. He even found he could read other languages as if they were translated to english in his head.

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Time flew past, it was a week before Harry's eleventh birthday. His cousin Dudley had just celebrated his eleventh. Already his Uncle had decided that Dudley would go to his own alma mater of Smeltings Academy, a well respected Senior Away School. While Harry would be going to the low class state day school. Just the night before the kitchen had stunk to high heaven from Aunt Petunia's dying hand me downs from Dudley to match Stonewall's disturbing grey uniform colors.

Harry had just sat down to eat his burnt toast after serving breakfast when the sound of the mail slot made him sigh.

"Dudley get the mail", came the imposing voice of Uncle Vernon.
"Make Harry do it!", whined the over sized eleven year old.

Harry had already gotten up. This was not a new cycle after all. As he walked into the hall he felt and heard a light footstep match his stride beside him.

He shifted his eyes and a light smile graced his lips as he noticed DeeDee keeping pace with him. He wasn't sure what exactly DeeDee was, she was very clear that she was not a ghost. But what else would only he be able to see? "Hello Dee, how are you? What brings you by?", whispers Harry softly in Old Norse, one of the many dead languages he practiced with his invisible friend DeeDee.

DeeDee smiled and lightly touched Harry's currently hidden Eye of Horus, the match of her own. For she was of course Death in her eternal teen form. "Your letter, your proof that there is a school for wizardry is coming today. I wanted to be here for it.", the embodiment of Death spoke in a cheerful tone, in the same Old Norse.

Harry chuckled, "How are we doing this then?" Harry sorted through the mail while walking back to the table. He set the bills and other general mail on the table beside his uncle, while handing him 'The Local' directly. Harry handed his aunt her gossip magazines. As he sat down again he tossed the 'Back Street Heroes' to Dudley. Opening his own mail, which froze the adults in fear, Harry spoke in a very soft icy tone, "I am not going to Stonehall High, my heritage scholarship has come in."

Vernon turned purple, "You are not going! I am not paying for a school of Freaks"

Harry sighed while reading the packet. "Uncle, If I do not go, they will come for me. None of us want that. Most of them have no idea how to behave in the 'Normal World', isn't that right Auntie?"

Petunia gasped, "You know? How he made us swear!"

Harry nodded as his voice gained a steely tone, "He thinks he rules both worlds, the old bastard. He does not." Harry lowered his letter to look at his uncle. "Explain to me how, One, My being gone most of the year. Two, My going to school to control my freakiness at no cost to you. Three, we avoid them coming here. How are these bad things again?"

Vernon was about to yell about how he will not allow the boy to go to a school for his freakiness, when what Harry actually said sank through his rage. "They will come for you if we do not allow you to go under your own power? Are you sure about that Boy?!"

Harry didn't even react to the yell, this is not the timid young man, his friend DeeDee has seen to that. "I am Harry Potter, the boy who lived. Not a normal wizard and definitely not a muggleborn like my mother was considered." He looked at his aunt, "The only reason they are not here is they assumed Aunt Petunia would tell me and show me how to get where I need to go. Otherwise they would be here to give me the latter. Isn't that right Aunt Petunia?", was whispered in that icey voice.

His aunt paled, "The boy is right Vernon, I remember they came for Lily. We have better let him go on his own power. Before they come for him."

Before his Uncle can get up to steam again, Harry stood up and placing his mail in his pocket goes to do his plate. As he walks away from the table he whispers, "I have my own way to get where I need to go, just stay out of my way and we will be fine."

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Harry looked at the robes DeeDee gave him when he was lead through a door that just appeared in his room. "These seem nice, should I put them on?"

Death smiled as she handed him a backpack and lead him to seemed to be a bedroom. "This will be your room when you visit. There are normal clothes in the closet. All yours. We will get your wizard clothes after you change and visit Gringotts." She walked out of the room and closed the door.

Harry shook his head, wonder why his friend was doing this. He had learned not to look the gift horse in the mouth though. And quickly changed into a pair of fitted jeans and a teeshirt, finding the "Death awaits you all" shirt with the killer rabbit from 'The Holy Grail' humorous. Stepping out of his new room, Harry found DeeDee leaning against the opposite wall waiting.

Death grinned, "Haha, very funny, now put on your robe. Off to Diagon Alley, we go." She stood up straight and stared at Harry until until he had his robe on and offered her his arm. "Better, you are learning." Taking the offered arm DeeDee opened the door she was leaning on. They stepped through together.

Harry looked around as they seemed to appear in a tiny alley facing a huge white building. He was still in shock with how DeeDee seemed to be able to travel from one place to another. "Can everyone do that portal thing?"

Death shook her head as she raised her silver hood and reached over to lift Harry's. "No Harry, there are very few who can, but I will teach you, as you are my family now."

Harry blushed but didn't say anything as DeeDee lead him to the white building. "I will wait out here, do you remember how to call me if you really need too?"

Harry took a breath before nodding, "I do but do I really have to do this alone?"

Death smiled and gave him a hug, "Yes, you need to see how they treat people without my presence. But if they make you call on me, don't hesitate. "