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'That was rude.' Harry thought,his body floating in a white space filled with the sound of statics.Seriously!a warning would have been appreciated.And no...Harry wasn't being dramatic,and Death was wrong.Harry tried...He tried.Dumbledore was a hypocrite,a manipulator and a selfish bastard.Hermione could've been a true friend if not for her jealousy every time Harry did better than her.And Ron,that jealous petty bitch.Harry wanted to bury him alive.A small amount of galleons and Ron is on his knees.Ron always made Harry feel guilty,every time Harry got something that glint of utter jealousy made Harry feel uncomfortable.His kid self was so small,vulnerable,desperate to accept anyone as his friend.And that dog's family was no different. Except for the twins and the two older brothers.The others were bitches.Harry hated the mother and daughter pair the most.Molly always shoving her clingy daughter onto him like he was some prince charming.Little Harry was so uncomfortable but the need of a family engulfed him and made him push aside his uneasiness.the point of this long rant is that Harry wanted to strangle many people.In his first life raised as a slave to his aunt's family,then shoved into a magnificent world of magic only to be named a 'hero',pushed onto the pedestal and expected to be a martyr for all these poor wizards.He did it!he fulfilled all their wishes and what did he get back?They tortured and executed him.He met Death afterwards.An old friend really.They made a deal.Harry continued trying to change the way of his life.But...after his 4 try Harry was sure there was no way he could do anything.His old world was helpless!
That's when Death appeared before him again.