Mark of the Reaper Chapter 1

Harry Potter x Hermione Granger
summary: Harry Potter works as an agent for death herself. Making sure mortal souls go to their final resting place. Harry however is overworked, he barely took time off and it showed. Death decides Harry needs a break.

Harry was a bit of a workaholic.

Well, that’s not quite true, Harry was more than a workaholic. Harry was someone that never took time off. His work was his life and he’d been doing it for a very long time, far longer than one mortal life.

To be exact, it had been over 1000 years since Harry had a break. After Harry  had passed away at 89, having had a life with Ginny, children, grandkids, the whole shebang. Harry had thought he’d seen it all untill on his final breath Death appeared in a vision and offered him a job.

The job was simple, Harry would make sure every soul went to their correct final resting place.

It was a job Harry enjoyed, so much that Harry would barely ever take time off. But, over time, this started to show and the reapers were worried.

Harry was still fit for his age, but you could see the exhaustion and stress in his eyes. His normally messy but shiny black hair had lost its shine, his emerald green eyes seemed dull and not as bright as they used to be. His skin was no longer that of a young man but that of someone well over 60.

Harry didn’t seem to notice the toll his work was taking on his body and mind. Only a few weeks ago Harry had passed on his wife from his old life Ginny. It wasn't his wife but another universe Ginny, Death noticed Harry struggle passing her onto the after life.

So here Harry’s boss sat, Death herself.

“Harry!” She said as her reaper walked into the room, she never raised her voice but she didn’t have to.

Harry looked up at her, his green eyes tired and dull. “Ah Death, I’m not too late am I?” He said as he took a seat.

Death frowned, it was rare for Harry to be late. “You’re on time, you actually look good today. You get some rest?” Death asked as she sat down on the other side of the desk.  She was pleased to see Harry looked a bit better today.

“I got a couple hours of sleep, so, yeah. I’m good.” Harry said as he let out a yawn. “Sorry, what can I do for you?”

“Harry, you need a break.” Death said as she studied the man before her. Harry was still a good looking man, but Death could tell the stress and exhaustion was taking its toll.

“I don’t need one, I’m fine.” Harry answered. Death frowned, she knew this would be the answer but it wasn’t going to fly with her.

“Harry,” She said firmly as she took in his answer. She knew Harry wouldn’t want to take some time off. Harry never did, she needed to remind him, “Harry, when was the last time you actually had time off? Just time to relax, just for you?”

Harry thought for a moment, he knew this was a trick question. “Well, I had a few hours off last month.” Harry answered as he knew it was a weak answer.

“A few hours is not time off!” Death said as she slammed her fist on her desk. It made Harry jump in surprise. “Harry, I can see it. I can see the toll your work is taking on you! You barely look like you have enough energy to even lift your wand! When was the last time you were even able to pick up a wand? Or better yet, when was the last time something actually excited you?”

Harry couldn’t answer, he didn’t know, he hadn’t had fun or been excited for a long time. “I’m fine.” Harry said as he looked at the table. He knew Death had a point, he just didn’t want to admit it.  He knew Death was worried about him, she had always been there for him and she cared for him. Harry just didn’t know what he would do without his job.

“I think it’s time you go on a vacation." Death said.  Harry opened his mouth to protest but before he could Death continued. “It’s not a question, Harry. I won’t take no as an answer. You can come back to work after your vacation, but I expect you to actually relax and have fun. Not just stay here and work.”

Harry sat in silence, he was a bit disappointed. He had always found joy in his job, he had always found the energy to continue. Harry had always loved his life and his job. And he still did, but he could feel the toll it was taking on him. He could feel himself slow down.

“Death,” Harry said as he stood up from his chair. “How long do you want me to be off for?”

“Long enough for you to get your spark back.” Death answered. “I took the liberty of creating a little tour for you to enjoy. You know, maybe have some fun, there are a lot of pretty witches out there, maybe you can even find one that interests you.”

Harry frowned. “Death, I don’t know if I’m ready for that.”

“Well, you don’t have to, Harry. You can just go and have some fun. It’s been 1000 years, maybe it’s time for something new.”

Harry nodded. “Alright, I’ll give it a shot." 

Death nodded, she was happy with her decision. She would miss Harry, but she wanted Harry to get his spark back. "I've also created an emergency contact for you, so if you need me you know how to reach me."

Harry nodded as he took the number. "I'll be back. And I won't come back until you say I can." Harry said. 

"I promise you can." Death said, her voice was warm. She cared about Harry, she cared about all her reapers. But Harry had been her longest and closest friend. Harry had never let her down, he’d always done his best. "Go be a hero once again, maybe even steal a few witches along the way."

Harry chuckled before turning on his heel and leaving the office. He went to his apartment and packed a few things, then went to the portal Death had given him. Smiling Harry took out Death's list she had created for him, she even put names on some of the worlds he could visit. The first one held the name Hermione Granger. Harry thought for a moment, before entering the portal.

Harry hated magical traveling, he hated being squished and the sensation of having all the blood being drained from his body. It was painful and Harry had decided to never use it unless it was absolutely necessary.

As usual, the next second Harry was out of the portal and into the new world he was meant to visit. As he stood up, he looked around, his eyes widening in wonder as he took in all the sights.

The world looked like a mix of the wizarding world and the muggle world. He saw muggles and wizards walk together, hand in hand. He saw shops that were a mix of both cultures, he even saw a flying car pass by.

Harry smiled as he stood there, taking it all in. The air was different from the one he had grown up in, the buildings were different.

He had just opened the list Death had created, when he heard someone say his name. “Harry Potter?!” He turned and smiled as he saw a familair witch approach him. Her long, curly brown hair, her kind brown eyes and her smile. Hermione Granger, but not the Hermione he knew. This Hermione had a glow around her, a happiness that radiated from her.

“Hermione?” He asked, a little unsure if it was really her.  Hermione frowned as she approached him.

“Who are you?” She asked as she looked at him, confusion clear in her eyes. Harry smiled as he saw her, he couldn't stop smiling.  She looked so happy, so full of life.

“I'm Harry, I'm here on holiday.” Harry answered, it sounded silly even to his own ears, but what else could he say? Harry didn’t know how much she knew, he didn’t even know what universe he was in or what the rules were here.

Hermione looked at him in confusion. “Holiday?”

“Yeah.” Harry answered, if this Hermione was a bright as the one that lived in his world his little lie wouldn't fool her.

Hermione frowned. “Where are you from then?” She asked as she took a step closer. Harry could see her studying him, her eyes wandering over his body before going up to his face again.

“We can talk over dinner." Harry offered, he couldn’t stop staring at her. She looked so different, so happy.

Hermione smiled, it made Harry's heart skip a beat. “Alright, where should we go?” Hermione said as she took another step closer to Harry.

Harry thought about it for a moment. “You pick.” He answered and Hermione grinned as she turned on her heels and walked off.

Harry had to run after her to catch up. It made Hermione giggle as he fell into step next to her. Harry and Hermione had a lovely dinner together. Harry learned about Hermione's life, this world, how witches and muggles live together in peace . Harry even told Hermione a little about his life.

Harry found out that Hermione was an auror here, she was a hero of the wizarding and muggle world, she had fought for their rights and they looked up to her as a symbol of unity. Harry couldn't stop looking at her, she seemed so happy here, so full of life, a complete opposite of the Hermione he grew up with.  The Hermione he knew, had sacrificed her youth and her life to help him defeat Voldemort. Here she had a happy life, full of love, hope, friends and a future.

After dinner Hermione showed him some of this world's wonders, the city they were in was amazing. It was the most beautiful thing Harry had ever seen. Hermione invited Harry back to her house, she offered him her guest room. Harry couldn’t turn the offer down, so he accepted.

They spent the rest of the evening talking, laughing and sharing stories about their lives. Harry learned more about this world and its wonders. sipping on some kind of wine from this Harry would for sure need to stock up on it. Harry felt himself surprisingly sleeping but before he reached the guest room Hermione had prepared he collaped. Harry opened his eyes slowly feeling drowsy, looking around he found himself tied up to a bed with Hermione standing over him holding a wand. Harry's brain didn't work very well, his vision blurring, he tried to speak but nothing came out. All he could do was stare at her with wide eyes. “What's going on?!”

"Tell me how you really are here. What spell you used to be here." Hermione answered as she raised her wand to him.

Harry's eyes widened in surprise. "Hermione"

"Don't Hermione me, the Harry I knew died when he destroyed you know who. So I ask you again one last time who...are...you...and...how...are...you here."

Harry stared at her. He wasn't going to tell her he worked for death but he could atleast tell her about being from a different world "I'm Harry Potter just not your Harry Potter. I come from a different world, a world that wasn't so peaceful as the one you live in." Hermione's eyes narrowed, she still didn't believe him. 

"If you're really Harry Potter, show me your patrones." Hermione demanded. Harry looked her over; he wasn't even sure he could still produce one if he was honest. It had been centuries since he last performed the charm. So with a deep breath he waved his wand, and to their surprise Harry's Patronus, the stag appeared before them.

Harry was relieved that it had still worked after all those centuries but his relief was short-lived as Hermione cast another spell at him. Harry felt the spell hit him and his binds were removed as he fell to the ground. He looked up to Hermione, his green eyes narrowing, her smile made him nervous and angry. He glared at her, ready for her to do another spell.

"You passed the test." Hermione said with a smile. "Welcome to my home Harry Potter." Harry stared at her, before she burst out laughing. "Oh, I'm so sorry Harry, my apologies. I needed to know who you were. I had to be sure." Hermione said as Harry slowly got back on his feet. He didn’t bother sitting back down or getting back into bed. Before he could respond Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck. "You're here. I don't know how you got here or why you came but you’re here. Oh, I missed you."

Harry was confused, he stared at her in disbelief, this Hermione seemed different from the one Harry had grown up with, but also the same. Her personality was different but her smile, her laugh, it was all the same.

"Harry?” Hermione asked as she stared at him. 

Harry put his arms around her  back. “Hermione” He said as he smiled back at her, then before either of them could react Harry leaned down and kissed Hermione. Hermione was surprised for a moment before she started kissing him back. Harry closed his eyes, letting himself enjoy the moment, this was the first time he had done something just for him in a very long time. "I missed you Hermione." Harry said as they stopped for a moment. They stood there looking into each other's eyes, Harry's emerald green meeting Hermione's warm brown eyes.

Harry could see the doubt in her eyes, he could see she wanted to know why he was here. But he also knew she would let this moment happen, she would give Harry this chance. Harry’s hands wandered up Hermione's body until they rested at her hips. He pulled her closer as Hermione wrapped her legs around his hips. Harry groaned as he felt her grind on his dick, he was so hard at this point he could have burst at any moment. "Hermione." Harry moaned. 

Hermione laughed and started kissing his neck. Harry let out another groan, he was close already. But before he could cum he wanted to see Hermione first. Harry walked them to her bed, he placed her down on the bed before climbing on top of her. He pulled back from her, his hands roaming over her body. “Hermione,” Harry moaned as he looked down at her, taking in her beauty.

"I always wanted to do this with you," Hermione said. Harry chuckled, he wasn't the Harry from her world but she wasn't the Hermione he knew. So this was perfect to finally act on these  feelings. Harry leaned in, his lips capturing her lips. He pulled back and started to undo her robes. Hermione smiled at him before undoing his. 

As they laid there naked, Harry couldn’t help but stare at her. "You're so beautiful Hermione." Hermione smiled as she wrapped her arms around him once again. She pulled him down on top of herself and Harry couldn't help but grind into her.

He was so close but he didn't want to cum yet. Harry trailed kisses down her body, licking her neck and chest before reaching her breasts. He flicked his tongue over her nipple, making Hermione moan out loud. Her body reacted to his touch. Harry continued to lick her nipples before moving down lower. He stopped at her pussy and smiled up at her. Hermione's brown eyes were filled with lust as she watched him.

Harry lowered himself down, his lips kissing her pussy. He flicked her clit with his tongue, making her cry out. Harry smiled against her pussy as he continued to lick her. Hermione was very wet, her slick folds tasting sweet on his tongue. Harry pulled her apart and licked her pussy, she was so wet that his face was covered in her slick. He lapped up her pussy enjoying the taste of her. “Harry.” She cried out.

“Just hold on Hermione.” Harry said as he kissed her pussy once more. His tongue licked over her clit. "I want to watch you cum." Harry said as he lapped her pussy, making sure his tongue touched every inch of her. Hermione was already close, she moaned loudly as Harry continued to lick and suck. Hermione gripped Harry by his hair trying to push harder against her fold even though Harry was already licking her hard. He kissed her clit one last time making Hermione cum on his tongue.

Hermione was so loud that Harry couldn’t stop laughing, she was making so much noise, it was perfect. He didn't stop licking her until she collapsed on the bed. Harry crawled up her body kissing and sucking her breasts once more. Harry lined himself up with her pussy. "Harry." She said as she grabbed onto his biceps.

"Are you ready?" Harry asked, he was already pushing in, he felt her tight pussy wrap around him. "God." He moaned out loud.

Hermione moaned out loud as well, "Harry!" She cried out as Harry pushed in deeper. His hands held her hips as he pushed into her.

Hermione wrapped her legs around Harry's hips as she pulled him deeper. Harry let out a loud moan at how tight Hermione was. She was warm and soft around him, it felt amazing. Harry started moving in and out of her, he moved at a slow pace, he wanted to last longer. He wanted to feel her around his dick for as long as possible.

Hermione held onto him, her nails digging into his shoulders. Harry's pace went faster as he picked up his speed. Hermione's pussy clenched around him as she came a second time. Harry was close as well, he sped up smiling as he watched Hermione's breasts shake as he fucked her. He watched her perfect pussy move as he went in and out of her. "Hermione!" He cried out as he came inside of her.

Harry collapsed on top of Hermione, he kissed her lips before looking at her. She smiled at him, her cheeks flushed, her hair a mess. "You taste amazing." Harry said with a laugh.

"I'm happy to hear that." Hermione said with a little  shy giggle. Harry smiled at her.

Harry rolled off her, laying on his back as he watched her. "Will you show me some more of this world?" Harry asked Hermione as he turned to face her he noticed hermione had fallen asleep. looking into her mind he noticed this Hermione hadn't had sex in forever, he had fucked her to sleep. Harry laughed as he moved her hair out of her face, giving her a kiss on the forehead before rolling off the bed. Covering Hermione under the covers Harry closed the door and mentally reached out to death.

"Are you there?" Harry heard Death's voice in his head.

"Yeah, I am." Harry answered.

"And how is your holiday so far?" Death asked. Harry chuckled as he looked at the closed door.

"Good." Harry said. "Better than good."

"Oh, that's good to hear." Death replied, Harry could almost see Death smile.

"So when I leave this world will they remember anything?" Harry asked, while he did enjoy the time spent here he didn't want to cause any issues for Hermione and this world. He didn't want them to remember anything they shouldn't.

"No, they won't remember anything. They will think this was just an amazing dream or nightmare depending on what you do of course." Death answered.

"Alright, maybe a hypithetical but could I make them remember?" Harry asked. 

"Simple answer, YES, BUT I can only make that happen if you decide to stay in this world as a mortal again." Death answered, Harry thought about it for a second. 

"Not for now." Harry replied. If Harry ever decided to come back to this world he knew he could make it happen. He would talk to Hermione about it before deciding.

"Goodnight Harry and enjoy your holiday." Death said. Harry knew she was closing the connection.

"Goodnight Death." Harry said back. Harry laid on the couch he would wait untill morning before trying to wake up Hermione. Maybe this time he would fuck her awake. he laughed to himself as his eyes closed. He couldn't help but wonder what kind of things Hermione would show him when she woke up. 

Death smiled as she closed the connection, Harry was finally relaxing and having some fun. She was happy for her reaper. Death didn't have long before her next reaper came in, so she mentally prepared herself for the next meeting. Harry would be back once he felt refreshed, until then she hoped he had fun in the other worlds he would visit. And maybe she would even try to see if he had time for her.