Chapter 113:
Harry soon recognised a feeling in this space space. He had only associated it with one being and, before his eyes, a figure appeared quickly from the nothingness. Death.
"Master, I am surprised to see you here in my realm. You’ve never before crossed on Samhain."
"Hello, Death," Harry greeted. "And no, I’ve never been part of a traditional Samhain ritual. I never knew how to do one or even what one was. They’re illegal now thanks to Dumbledore."
"The number who partake each year is dwindling," Death said.
Harry nodded, not surprised. "I see. Do you mind? I mean, you have no problem with the ritual?"
Death stared at Harry from beneath his shadowed cloak. "No, the walls between these realms are at their weakest tonight. The ritual is my gift to Magic. For your people to know peace and love is eternal in the afterlife."
"Then I thank you," Harry said, surprised that the being that invoked such fear would be even slightly sentimental.
Death seemed to growth, the shadows increasing. "I shall leave you, Master, to your family."
As quickly as Death had appeared, He disappeared and Harry once again found himself surrounded by warmth and protection. He imagined that this was what children felt like when in the arms of their parents.