Lawyers: Our client does not own Harry Potter, don't sue her...

Chapter 1

As Harry had lead the way out of the train station, into the street, he reflected upon what his friends and the order had said to him and his family; well, if you could call them family. He was touched about how much they cared, and felt that maybe this summer might be a little easier because of the threats that his aunt and uncle had received.

After regaining his composure, Vernon Dursley took the lead as the four made their way back to the car. Harry wasn't sure if he was more furious than scared. Nobody spoke a word as they all filed into the car and buckled up. Uncle Vernon looked thoroughly pissed as he grasped the wheel and drove back to Private Drive.

Harry began window gazing as they sped down the road and spaced out as the scenery passed by. He was vaguely aware of the fact that his Uncle had finally spoken up and was now ranting on about freaks. Harry tended to tune those sort of things out.

Suddenly the loud noise of a car horn ripped him from his thoughts. His gaze jerked forward, to the source of the noise and his eyes immediately widened. He barley had time to gasp as their car collided with an oncoming vehicle.

Pain was the only thing his mind could comprehend. The sound of metal crushing and glass breaking filled his ears, and the last thing he heard before everything went black was the sirens of an ambulance. He felt as if he were floating away. The pain subsided and he felt strangely peaceful.

Harry Potter's eyes slid open and he slowly sat up. He looked around himself to figure out where he was and hopefully get a clue as to what happened, but all he saw was a thick fog that carelessly floated trough the air. He heard an all-to-familiar popping noise come from behind him, indicated someone apparating, and instinctively reached for his wand, only to find it gone.

He climbed to his feet and quickly turned around to see a middle aged women. She had chocolate colored skin, and she had shoulder-length raven black hair. She was dressed in a light colored robe and had a clipboard grasped in her hand.

Without looking up from the clipboard, she droned in a bored voice," Welcome to the pre-afterlife, Mr. Potter. I'm Gale and I'll be your guide through this magical journey into the afterlife."

" Wh-what?!" Harry stuttered in disbelief." What's going on and what are you talking about?"

She blinked then looked up from her clipboard and stated plainly," You just died. Congratulations."

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