Harry felt lost in a cloud. He couldn't see much — thanks to Daphne sitting across his face — his arms were missing in a pillowy embrace — wedged between the breasts of Fleur Delacour and Nymphadora Tonks, the latter buffing her boob size in real-time thanks to her powers — while below the waist, his legs were lost beneath a pile of ladies.
He had transfigured the couch where he'd been laying into a proper bed following a request (i.e. order) from the assembled beauties. No one was left out. Ginny, Astoria, and Sue Li were laying on top of his legs, lined up in a row, sharing his cock between their tongues. Anastasia sat close by, just as naked as the rest of them, giving generous tips and instructions to those doing the work. Hermione, meanwhile, was sitting somewhere just to the right of Harry's head, or she had been the last time he could see past Daphne's thick thighs. She was using her wand to transfigure and conjure toys that were to her taste, since she'd come here without grabbing her personal collection. Harry heard a groan that strongly implied she had finished at least one new toy and begun putting it through its paces.
One of Daphne's fingers nestled underneath Harry's chin. She pushed on him and eased his mouth against her pussy, urging him on.
"I saw you with those grapes. I know what your tongue can do."
Never one to disappoint a lady, especially when she was asking so directly, Harry applied his tongue to the moist folds that lay just inside of Daphne's taut and fleshy lips. As the tip slid back and forth, he got a moan out of her. Daphne's first moan wasn't lonely. Soon, a whole cascade of them were falling out of her.
Harry wasn't the only one busying his tongue. The lovely ladies layered across his legs were very active. Ginny and Astoria seemed to have struck up a competition. They both sped up, Ginny licking the left side of him and Astoria licking the right, until they were slobbering along his shaft at an almost unreasonable speed. There wasn't a whole lot of technique. He heard Sue Li sigh.
"Alright! That's enough, you two! We are going to do this in an orderly way, because if we don't make him cum in a timely manner it's going to make him smug. I hate when he gets smug. It happens entirely too much and I am not going to give him another excuse. Ginny, you start here. Astoria, up here. Yes, like that…"
Although Harry couldn't see what was happening, he had enough tactile clues to tell that Sue's directions were making a difference. One of the girls put her lips around his balls and began to suckle gently. Meanwhile, the other one (he couldn't tell by sensation whose mouth was whose; sue him) turned her head entirely sideways and put her lips on him the way a bun wraps a hot dog. She went from his base up to his cockhead, this time adopting a rhythmic pace that worked much better.
Harry heard clapping.
"More like that, dear! But do try to flick your tongue a bit. Ah, and dear, when you've taken his sack inside of your mouth, make sure not to stay idle. Men love a deft little touch with touch with your tongue. Squeeze your gums a bit, just make sure that you keep your teeth off of him."
The instructions and the accompanying applause were offered by Anastasia. She was content staying on the sidelines for now. Every good team needs a coach. Hermione's moans were growing louder, but Harry still quite clearly heard her ask, "Would you like one?"
"What? Oh, aren't you a thoughtful girl!" Anastasia said.
The next time that she offered tips, she did so between gasps as she put one of Hermione's conjured toys to its intended use. This didn't hinder her advice. If anything, her insight seemed to be getting even better as she herself became more aroused. "You have to be willing to gag a bit, Astoria dear. Ginny, get in there until your nose is stuffed with him. Inhale and suck up the scent. Doesn't it make you wet?"
Harry felt two hands go around his throat, pressing down gently enough that it couldn't really be called choking, although the word wasn't entirely inaccurate. Daphne was holding on like his neck was the horn of a saddle. The bumpier the ride got, as Harry started pulling out more stops and sliding his tongue deeper inside of her, the tighter she held him.
Feeling horny, Harry had the urge to be less passive. He was sick of his tongue being the only thing he could move. Spinning his hands, he flexed his fingers, reaching down the bodies of the women hemming him in. Fleur and Tonks had just been laying there, rubbing their breasts against his shoulders. Even with the boost brought on by her powers, Tonks's teats were still a tad smaller.
Harry turned his hands so that his palms were planted on their crotches. He grabbed their pussies a bit harder than normal, digging his fingers in. Fleur lived for this kind of thing, while Tonks was feeling the raw energy of a girl whose dreams came true today. Neither of them complained as Harry pawed at their crotches. Moisture exploded around his fingertips, first from Fleur then from Tonks a few seconds later.
Astoria's mouth disappeared from his cock. She had been the one running her head up and down him, while Ginny was the one treating his testicles as a lolli. Harry only figured out that much thanks to context clues within Anastasia's tips.
He didn't need anything to tell him which one was Sue.
After a bit on the sidelines, Sue replaced Astoria and stole the show. Harry's assistant in his varied shenanigans had a special talent for unhinging her jaw. She was one of the most wild lovers he had ever taken.
As if to prove it, she gobbled his shlong with the frenzy of a seagull snatching a hotdog whole. It disappeared inside the slickness of her throat and Harry could only groan. He lost control of his tongue and forgot what he'd been doing to Daphne, pausing entirely. Although, it quickly became clear, that work was already done.
Daphne's soft princess-like hands could not be further from blue-collar but they held surprising strength. Harry discovered this as they cut off his airflow.
"Oh, fuck!"
She pushed her crotch down at the same time, constricting either side of his head with her thighs. Harry was well and truly on his way to the great unknown. Which, y'know, wasn't unknown to him at all, so he could say without a lick of doubt that if this was how this life ended, it was worth it. So worth it that when he came back, he'd seek out Daphne to end it the same way a second time for the experience.
At the last second, he was spared the Great Beyond. Daphne's orgasm finished and when it did, the rigor-mortis-like clenching of her body was replaced by limpness. She halfway fell off of him, panting to get her breath as she lay sideways slightly above his head. The blue afternoon sky looked extraordinarily bright to Harry. He blinked, feeling like a bat who accidentally came out at noon.
The first thing he did with his mouth uncovered was let out a moan that rolled across the surrounding area, echoing over Greengrass Manor's rolling green hills. A little extra blood was flowing down between his legs, making his cock feel bloated. Now that he could see, he watched as Sue moved her head up and down, only moving an inch or so because she didn't want to take her mouth off of him. She hugged close to his base, keeping his cock held within her throat. She was as beautiful as ever, especially the assured look in her eyes as she did what she loved—him. They'd come a long way from that evening in the Owlery.
"Ooooh," Harry moaned, showing a bit less external eloquence than his internal monologue.
"I think that he likes that," Fleur said. "Look at this cute face he is making."
She touched his cheek. Tonks did the same thing on the other side.
"Looking at him like this, it's hard to believe that he's evil."
"Not evil!" Fleur said. "Naughty." She moved her hand and kissed his cheek.
Harry might have been struggling to make his mouth work but the same wasn't true of his fingers. He pulled out a few trademark moves, stimulating their clits with some quick flicks. Fleur and Tonks's teasing was put to a halt as they both moaned the way that Harry had, burying their faces into the sides of his neck.
"Urruh!" Harry grunted.
His body seized up similarly to how Daphne had at her climactic moment. Harry jerked his hips off of the bed, pushing them up. His balls were drawn out of Ginny's mouth, who had been suckling dutifully this entire time. Sue Li — who was laying mostly on top of Ginny for them to both do their work — had her face lifted along with it.
With full eye contact, Harry came inside her throat.
The second that she registered the taste of semen, Sue moved her head as fast as a Nian. Her head came up and twisted in a strange way. Harry wasn't sure what she was doing, watching as she held his cockhead inside of her mouth for as long as he came.
It took about thirty more seconds for him to find out the answer. Sue moved back, kneeling between Harry's legs, far enough back that their knees were roughly lined up. Ginny rolled from beneath her and kneeled to her right. Astoria took up a position on the left side of Sue. Hermione and Anastasia moved in next to Ginny. Fleur and Tonks both got up, their pussies dripping, and added themselves to the growing circle. Daphne completed it, finding the strength to kneel behind Harry's head. Laying in the middle of them, Harry was starting to feel a lot like the sacrifice that would fuel a dark ritual. He would know, since he'd been one before. The view was better here than Little Hangleton's graveyard. The climate was better too.
Sue touched Ginny's cheek. Without saying anything, to the point that Harry wondered if he was surrounded by Legilimency masters who'd discussed this in detail inside each other's minds, Sue kissed Ginny.
Or no, not exactly a kiss. Their lips came close but Sue kept hers a little bit higher up. Her cheeks were puffed out. She opened her lips and a stream of cum poured out. Sue fed Ginny Harry's cum with the precision and care of a bird mothering her young chick.
From Ginny, his cum passed to Anastasia. She wasn't embarrassed at all as the much younger Ginny stretched up and poured the cum from mouth to mouth, just as Sue had done from her. Anastasia passed it on to Hermione, who was holding a thick rubber dildo in either of her hands, which must have been the toys she and Anastasia used. Hermione was the first one to blush while accepting his cum, which wasn't to say she spilled any.
From one girl to the next, it completed a full circle, ending at Astoria, who swallowed greedily. Her eyes told Harry that she was far from satisfied.
All of them were the same. As he looked around, they touched their pussies in different ways, spreading their lips or touching themselves to work through their arousal. All of them were looking at him, his dick specifically. Getting a taste of his cum inflamed their appetites.
And they all wanted the next load in exactly one place.
O-O-O
"Move quickly!" Amelia Bones said. "There's no time to waste!"
Her team of four Aurors appeared behind her, Apparating in just seconds after she arrived. Oddly, the team consisted entirely of witches, all of whom had been picked by Amelia with haste when it became clear that four bright young women had been kidnapped amidst the chaos.
The Auror squad struck out across the flowing lawn, seeking the mansion that lay in front of them. They were forced to abandon caution in order to keep up with their leader. The DMLE Director was nearly running.
One of the Aurors looked at the mansion, recognizing it as one belonging to a very old and rich family. "Ma'am, are you sure this is the place—?"
A scream reached their ears. It came from the backside of the lakeview mansion, out of sight but not out of earshot. The voice was clearly the husky one that belonged to Fleur Delacour, one of the very victims they were searching for. Amelia Bones didn't break stride.
"We go in through the front entrance," she announced.
The Auror who'd questioned the location looked at her in amazement. "How did you know they'd be here, Miss?"
"An Auror's intuition," Amelia said, neglecting to mention the Tracking Charm she placed on one Nymphadora Tonks, on account of how regularly the new recruit found herself in particularly fun situations.
Amelia didn't bother reaching for the door handle. As they approached, her wand spat a curse that blew the door out of its frame. Amelia entered first, her four Aurors covering angles that might be used against her in an ambush.
The foyer was slightly dark. An ominous beat rang throughout the room. Thunk. Thunk. Despite being a veteran, a redheaded Auror amongst the squad developed a shiver. The room wasn't dark, just dim. The followed the entrance hallway until the space opened up into a room with a vaulted ceiling and an elaborate staircase.
Two of the Aurors whipped to the side as they located the source of the sound that had unnerved them.
It turned out to be a wizard on his knees, similar in age to Amelia Bones with a full beard across his lower face, who appeared to be playing with wooden blocks. He was giggling under his breath and smacking two cubes together like it was the most fun activity in the world.
Thunk. Thunk. Thunk.
"Pretty noise," the man giggled.
"Is that… Aquinas Greengrass?" asked an Auror.
"It looks like him," said another.
"Focus!" Amelia bellowed. "The perpetrator is in this very room!"
Now that she said it, the Aurors noticed a man halfway up the staircase. That was wrong. They were all elite agents, trained and experienced. If a man had been there, they should have seen him when they first entered the room. There was something about his presence that made him hard to focus on. They all felt a shiver.
Amelia Bones was the exception. To the awe of her subordinates, she walked fearlessly at the base of the stairs, her head tilted to look right at a criminal they'd all thought was dead. But unless it was someone else dressed the same way, the black mask surely meant that this was Tom Riddle, the terrible terrorist who'd put Britain through so much.
Amelia didn't stop when she reached the stairs, climbing them.
"We know the hostages are here," she said.
"Hostages?" replied Tom.
"Don't play coy. You're fifty years too young to fool me."
"Okay."
"You're sick in the head!" Amelia was close to Tom now— she dropped to her knees and pounded on the stair in front of him, punctuating her point. "Is this all a game to you? This is my job, Merlin damn it! There are lives at stake! Give me your demands!"
"Demands?" Tom said. He tilted his head, observing her with black eyes. "I don't have any."
"There must be something you want! Something to please your sick… foul… dastardly fantasies!"
Amelia went up one more stair, climbing it on her knees. She was now kneeling in front of the man. Behind her, the team of Aurors were starting to shift where they stood, their fear being replaced by confusion.
"Very well," Amelia said darkly, despite having gotten no response. "For the good of those young witches, I have no choice but to give into your demands."
She unzipped Tom's pants.
"Ma'am!" one of her Aurors said.
"We have no choice!" Amelia roared. "I'm willing to put everything on the line! Are you?"
The four of them looked at each other. They didn't really want to put everything on the line, but their boss had a way of making you feel small if you let down her expectations. None of them wanted to feel small. They grabbed their robes and started to strip, going topless.
By the time their tits were out, Amelia was busily gagging on thick and juicy 'terrorist' cock.
The Aurors started to climb the stairs and join her, feeling those black eyes rake over them as they went.
"Are you going to suck my cock as well?" Tom asked. "That sounds very nice."
As they surrounded the terrorist, Aquinas noisily played with his blocks. It wouldn't be long until moans and squeals drowned out his noises.
O-O-O
Harry was decently certain he could hear moans coming from deeper in the house, faintly, but he couldn't for the life of him guess why that might be. Besides, he had bigger fish to fry.
The girls were still in a circle around him, except there was now a gap. Hermione had left her post. She left behind her carefully-crafted toys as she took a position underneath Harry, gazing up at him.
She had love in her eyes while Harry eased his dick into her. She looped her arms behind his neck. It was just missionary sex, the most basic position in existence. So why did it feel so intense?
Harry understood as soon as she pulled his head down, speaking straight into his ear.
"Inside, Harry. Today's the day."
Maybe she took a potion. Maybe it had to do with cycles. Whatever the source, she had complete confidence that today was the day she took on his child.
Harry started thrusting faster, trying to bring it into reality.
"Yes… Oooh, yes! Fuck, Harry, don't stooop… Ngh!"
He loved the sounds she made. He loved the feeling of her tits against his chest. He kissed her on the lips. Her fingers found his back, her palms sliding along him as sweaty palms prevented her from gaining traction.
The others were all watching. They were being treated as a show. Every little twitch of Hermione's body, every noise that she uttered, every little gasp as she sucked in air— they heard and saw it all.
Harry kissed Hermione on the lips.
They made out with passion and eagerness. There wasn't much technique involved. Harry rolled his tongue over Hermione's while his cock plunged into her, making sounds reminiscent of stepping in a puddle. Just how wet had she become? Harry could feel his cum ready to drain out of him.
He couldn't resist her embrace for long. Hermione locked her legs behind him. He drove himself into her one more time, creating a dimple on the bed. Harry's cum burst out, infiltrating Hermione's womb, suffusing through her.
Their kiss lasted ten more seconds before they parted. Harry leaned back, breathing hard, looking at Hermione's nude form. She moved surprisingly quickly, rolling out of the middle of the circle and staggering back up onto her knees, taking the position she started in. Barely a second later, Daphne had replaced her.
Daphne didn't lay on her back, she arched it while perching on her knees. Looking back at Harry along one side of her hourglass figure, she smiled seeing the hunger on his face.
He gripped her hips and thrust himself into her drooling pussy.
"Yes!" Daphne gasped. "Oh, yes, yes, yes! I'm your wife, Baby! Take me!"
Harry spared a thought for the girl he met in the Slytherin dorms during his night visits. It had taken time and effort, even for him, to break through her chilly persona. Looking at her today, it was hard to associate that Daphne and this one.
She put her hands on her lower back, allowing her top half's weight to be held up by her chin. Harry wrapped his fingers around her wrists and held them together. "Mmmmmmmm…" Daphne moaned. Her mouth was partially covered by the mattress every time Harry thrust. Like Hermione before her, Daphne's pussy was doing its best impression of a bog, and just like Hermione, she had only one thing on her mind.
"Inside! Inside!"
More than a few of the ladies were biting their lip as they watched. Fleur had taken a big pink nipple between her fingers and was rolling it around. Harry only saw this in his peripheral vision, such was his focus on the lady underneath him. He could see how this was going to work. One at a time, they each got their own turn. He took a deep breath and steeled himself, swearing that he wouldn't end up shooting blanks by the end. This might turn out to be his greatest ever challenge.
"Fill your wife with your hot, sticky cum!" Daphne screamed.
Harry clapped his hips into Daphne's body. Her ass recoiled delightfully, jiggling against where he was holding her hands together. They climaxed together, Daphne's pussy tightening right as it was filled.
Like Hermione, Daphne vacated the spot quickly. It was filled, if anything, even faster, and by none other than her mother.
"I always wanted three children," Anastasia said. "It's such a terrible, awful shame that my last husband didn't agree. If only there was someone who could fix that."
Harry fucked the teasing MILF in a full-nelson. Some of the others were outright masturbating now, unable to help it at the sight. Harry's tightly muscled arms kept the woman's thick body aloft, his fingers linked behind her head and his biceps pressing her thighs onto her own shoulders.
Every time he thrust into her, he made her feet flail around. Anastasia was making almost inhuman noises, gurgling what might have been Harry's name. Any attempts at teasing were fucked out of her almost immediately by the rough position, and Harry didn't relent until he had painted her womb. When he let go of Anastasia, she lacked the strength to move herself back to the circle, so Tonks and Ginny helped move her.
Sue Li went next. The beautiful Asian Ravenclaw sauntered toward Harry and shamelessly threw her arms around his neck.
"You know how I like it," she said. "Give me the full package."
Harry fucked her up on his knees, holding her while she faced him. Her petite body was light enough that with a good grip on her arse, Harry could slide her up his dick and slam her back down. Sue's black hair flew around as she was thrown about. Her legs stuck out straight, almost fully stretched. She was whooping with joy.
"You're the best, Harry! Fuck me like a Nian is after us again! Make me howl."
She did it seconds later, tossing her neck back and letting out a scream so loud it could've been heard at Hogwarts. When she'd screamed her throat raw, she captured his lips in a similar way to how Harry kissed Hermione. Sue's fingers were deep in his hair, her nails sliding across his scalp, kissing him like she was trying to perform mouth-to-mouth.
Eventually, Harry slammed her down on the bed, pinning and fucking her. Sue's fingers went from his head down to his back. Unlike Hermione, Sue raked him with her nails, forming stark red lines across his back. When Harry came inside her, he could feel her giggling into their kiss.
Ginny wanted to ride him. She climbed on top and threw her hips in circular motions. Reaching up, she ran her fingers through her hair, looking down on Harry with a slightly tilted head. Her perky breasts bounced with her body. The longer she went, the harder that she breathed. Sweat formed on her skin, catching sunlight in a cascade of sparkles. Near the end, beads of sweat flew off of her, landing on Harry's chest. The moment that she drew his cum out of him with nothing but her own efforts, Ginny showed a smile Harry would never forget.
He pulled her down into a kiss after filling her, and although it was short, it felt as meaningful as any of the others.
Astoria's demands were unlike the girls before her. She wasn't satisfied until Harry was piledriving her into the bed. She was folded like a taco, only her shoulders and scalp touching the bed while Harry stood above her. He was holding her ankles and thrusting into her from almost directly above. He felt himself going deep, bending Astoria's body to satisfy both of their demands.
"You better give me just as much cum as you gave my sister!" Astoria warned him. "And if I find out you came more in my mom, I'll spike your drink with a lust potion and force you to make up for it tenfold!"
Harry drove his dick down, felt it twitch, and expunged the contents. Despite her threats, Astoria was more than satisfied with what she got. Harry watched her eyes roll up in her head as she groaned. He made a short hiss, feeling like he was on his last legs, but there was no time to rest. Only two to go.
Tonks went next.
She didn't alter her body. No boosts to her bust, or accentuating her curves, or trying to mold herself to his desires. Like Ginny, she wanted to ride him. Tonks opted for reverse cowgirl.
Her ass clapped against him, ripples passing through it, while Harry watched. She looked back at him over her shoulder. "How about it, villain? The hero always comes out on top!"
Harry grinned back at her. "I'll show you cumming, do-gooder!"
He thrust into her from below, making Tonks squawk. The two of them competed, Tonks riding him hard while Harry jerked his hips up with equal force, both of them trying their damndest to make the other cum first. In the end Harry won the race, but was left reeling as he came seconds later. His balls ached by now. It was pure will that kept his cock hard when it popped out of Tonks.
The circle was a mess now. Astoria had passed out after getting her turn and Hermione's eyes were drooping low. Tonks didn't move out of the way fast enough and found herself shoved off by a quarter-veela at the end of her patience.
"Do you remember the first night that you fucked me?" Fleur asked. Her accent was thicker than usual. "I have every detail memorized." Memmurized. "I remember how you looked. How you smelled. How you consumed me." Conzummed. "I want that again, Harry." 'Arry. "Today, I will be your woman. Make it so, now and forever." Furrezzur.
Harry remembered that night as well as she did. He rose off the bed, half-tackling Fleur. After a brief flurry, they found their way onto their side, Harry holding her top leg with a bent knee. Just as they fucked at the Quidditch World Cup before her ancestor's portrait, they fucked the same way here, surrounded by the most important women in Harry's life.
He buried his face in Fleur's olive-smelling hair and found her neck, biting it. The moaning he thought he'd heard from the mansion had gotten louder, but Harry only heard a snippet of it, because Fleur let loose her pleasure like a songbird seeing dawn. She sang her moans deafeningly, completely without shame. Why would she, with veela blood in her veins, be ashamed of sex? She'd been drawn to Harry the moment she saw him. Deep inside, in her veins or perhaps her marrow, she had always known what she wanted from him. This.
She grabbed Harry's cheek as he bit into her neck, holding his face tenderly while his cock plowed her. In the moment, her words burst from her in her native tongue.
"Make me a mother!"
And Harry did.
Epilogue
Harry inhaled deeply, kicking off the ground to roll his rocking chair back. He enjoyed the smell of incoming rain, carried by the wind from dark clouds in the distance.
He did not enjoy the sharp pain that stabbed through his back.
"Damnit!" Harry cursed. The pain made him kick out, which accidentally sent his cane toppling onto the deck.
"Do you need help, Dad?" called a voice from inside the house.
"I'm fine!" Harry roared back. His voice, at least, had not faded with age.
Harry rocked in his chair, more gently this time, looking out across rolling grass hills. The lights were all on inside the house behind him. The windows were cracked, letting out the chatter of conversation and the screams of playing children. Grandchildren. His.
"I've gotten old," Harry said.
"Very old."
He had been alone on the porch, except Harry was never truly alone. A second rocking chair, empty until moments ago, had an identical copy of Harry, except for this one's black eyes. When Harry looked at Death's face, he marveled at all of the wrinkles.
"You don't have to look like you're half in the grave," Harry said. "I know you don't age."
"I… enjoy mimicking you," Death said. "It has brought me joy, I think."
Harry snorted. "I'm glad."
He sounded sarcastic, but he was smiling.
They were both silent, sitting in the wind, feeling their hair blow and listening to two generations of family inside the house. It was Christmas time. Ever since he was a kid receiving the first of the Hallows, Harry had a soft spot for Christmas. Really, this couldn't have happened at a better time.
"You know," Death said.
"Of course I know!" Harry grunted. "I'm your master, aren't I? I know everything you know."
"Not everything," Death said firmly. "But you know plenty. I'm not sure what kind of being you are now, Harry Potter, only that I hated you once, and now I think I am glad to have met you."
"Glad to have met me, or glad to have met the ladies I introduced you to?"
"Without you, I would not have met them." To this day, Death didn't have a sense of humor. "Why make a distinction?"
"Gah. You're no fun," Harry said.
"And you're dying."
"I know."
Death squinted. "You're smiling. Why?"
This time, Harry did glare at his companion. It didn't last long. In the end, he shook his head.
"I've died twice. I've lived three times and all of them were good lives. I never wanted to come back in the first place, if you remember, so I'm hardly choked up about leaving. I'm ready to see what's next. More than ready."
"You are not scared?"
"There's less to fear in moving on than being stuck in the same place."
Harry's eyes sharpened. The sounds inside the house disappeared, and the wind no longer touched them. Death, the concept, shivered.
"And I will be moving on this time," he said.
Death only looked away. "I had no intention of holding you here."
"Good." Harry rocked back in his chair. "Good."
The wind came back, then the sound of voices. They got louder and louder. Harry listened to the cries and tried to figure out which ones were coming from which of his grandkids, and which of his children were trying to curb their unruliness. At some point he closed his eyes, and when he opened them, Death was standing in front of him. It still looked like him, but how he had been once, when he was a young man. It brought back memories of those chaotic days, turning Magical Britain on its head at every hour.
"We did have fun, didn't we?" Harry chuckled.
"We did," Death said.
It held out its hand, helping Harry up, and when he accepted the gesture, he rose from the chair more spryly than he had moved in a hundred years. Harry caught sight of himself reflected in Death's black eyes.
He looked young again. When he looked back, he saw his body still in the rocking chair, eyes closed peacefully.
Harry's eyes didn't linger, and he did not look back again.
"Let's go, old friend."
"Let's," said Death.
End.