Chapter 2| Understanding Gods

Harry blinked slowly, the names whirling inside of his head. Evette Weasley and Vendetta Malfoy... Had he heard of these names before? No, they sounded so familiar... Why was that?

"Evette Weasley... And Vendetta Malfoy?" He looked between the two, getting nods from them.

Evette bounced a little in her seat, her lips once again turned into a smile while Vendetta held a cool look. They both seemed to be waiting for him to question them. Waiting for him to explode maybe?

"I... I don't know..." He murmured, leaning back in his chair, and looking down at the worn desk before him.

The blond-haired man chuckled, his calm smile growing just a bit.

"You truly have learned to admit defeat." He hummed, looking to his opposite.

"Tu est beau, gentil et sympathique." She placed a hand over her heart, smiling almost dreamily. She then focused on him. "You are... A beautiful soul. Ah~ So beautiful!" She raised her hands up in the air, laughing almost happily. (You are beautiful, kind and friendly.)

Vendetta chuckled with a nod. "Determined, powerful, but someone who tried to be understanding to the best of your abilities."

Harry couldn't stop a chuckle from passing his throat, he gave them a small smile. "This... This sounds almost like a job interview. One I'm not prepared for." He laughed to himself, tilting his head.

The two Gods laughed as well, but Evetta nodded her head happily.

"Oui, Oui!" She chriped, standing up now. She moved around the desk and pulled the small-bodied wizard to his feet. Quickly, she pulled him to her chest, rocking the two of them. "Tu vas prendre mon boulot!" She called happily. (Yes yes!) (You're going to take my job!)

Harry coughed some as he hugged the woman back, patting her back lightly. He felt a bit awkward, not really knowing how to react to her saying he was taking her job.

Vendetta laughed, shaking his head. She had not changed since when they first met.

"Evetta, he doesn't understand still." He motioned for her to move down. The woman pouted heavily, moving back to her seat with her arms crossed.

Harry also sat down, looking between the two expectantly. He wanted answers, so he was waiting for them to say something. Yet, they were looking at him just like he was. Sighing, he decided to begin himself.

"What does she mean I'll be taking her job?" He looked between the two.

The God of Death chuckled, smiling.

"Gods were once people who were alive and when Death," he motioned to himself, "comes for them, they take the place of a God they represent or transform into a new God." The old wizard opened his mouth to say something, possibly to repeat himself, but Vendetta raised his hand. "I and Evette are not the original Gods of Death and Life, we're the fourth Gods of Death and Life. The Death before was my thrice great-grandfather. He was weak at heart, he could not stand being Death for even my time... But I could. And the Life before Evette was a man along the Longbottom line." He chuckled at this.

Harry leaned back in his chair, rubbing his hands against his jeans, an old habit from when he lived with the Dursleys. A nervous, thoughtful habit.

"Does... Does Godhood come from... Bloodlines?" He looked at the two as they shook their heads.

"Godhood comes from Fate and from those that can handle the job well. In the beginning, yes, it was bloodline. The Malfoy line, pure as can be, was always fated for Death. We handle Death the best ways, but we most of all, are caring to our own... I'm sure, you saw." The ancient Malfoy gave the Potter a sad-looking smile before continuing. "However, me and Evette are one of the oldest of the Gods, and truthfully, we are tired now. Besides that, the trio of Fates have decided to make you the new God of Life, and they want the others to claim their titles as well..."

Death paused as he looked to Evette, who looked back. The two were seemingly talking with their minds. Harry was sure he was powerful enough to attempt intrusion, to hear what they were saying, but he didn't want to do that. He wanted them to have their time and privacy to discuss whatever they wanted to discuss.

They soon nodded to each other, both of them standing. Harry mimicked their actions, looking at them expectantly once more.

"We should send you back now." The ancient Malfoy gave the Potter a smile, a proud smile a father would give. "When you go back now, you'll have a small fraction of Life's power, you'll only gain the rest when you properly die." Harry chuckled at that, nodding. "All the others will be the same, however..." He paused, looking back to Evette who gave a nod. "My new Deity and another, believe all of these talks are nothing but a dream."

"Does that mean they won't remember?" The powerful wizard frowned, a sorrowful look on his face.

The two Gods shook their heads.

"No, they'll remember, but... It'll be more like deja vu..." Vendetta sighed some, his smile softening.

Harry nodded, smiling back. He then offered his hand to the God of Death. Nothing was said between the two before the older being grabbed the wizard's hand. The ancient Weasley gave him a merrily smile, her eyes glimmering like the ocean. A silent word of later was seemingly spoken between the three of them. A polite and calming word before the office fell into darkness.

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