The Eighth Time is the Charm

Harry tried to remember the reason why he was sitting, apparently waiting his turn, at the longest line he had ever seen. The long headcount behind him made him realize something was amiss. Then he heard it, "Not you again!" The death angel yelled. "Oh, gods, please have mercy, I'm going to lose my job, Potter, this is the seventh time!" A fic for Reptilia28's reaper challenge.