Master of Dying

Motherof4dragons

Harry

One minute I'm in Malfoy Manor, the next I'm being yelled at for dying. Again.
Apparently I'm rather good at it. It's honestly not that shocking. How am I supposed to stay alive, when it's three against an army and we're working off of faulty information? When Mortimer said he was sending me back to go at it again, my main response was anger at yet another Old Man making decisions for my life.

Until I saw the headful of riotous curls on the other side of Death's hallway.

I don't care what they do to me, but they fucked up when they killed Hermione. The next time I die, I'm taking Riddle and all of his minions with me.