To fear Death is to be mortal. So who is that man that walks towards her? His eyes are a warm green, his smile a sincere invitation. Death wishes to continue their walk. Pleasant company is so hard to find.
It had started as a normal enough day. Before he managed to Potter it up worse than anything else he had done before. (Yes, that is an actual term. Dear sweet Hermione had a laugh about that one and Harry learned that his bookworm best friend had a bigger pranking bone in her body than the Weasley twins, his father, and his Dogfather all put together.)