"Hey there." An all too familiar voice said from nearby.
Harry's head snapped up, finding the source immediately. Death sat lounging across from him. It looked like they were still in the cabin, but he couldn't feel the train moving.
"How?" Harry groaned. "Did I spontaneous acquire a peanut allergy? Did I sleepwalk off the train? Did someone strangle me with my tie? How?"
"Easy there." Death chuckled. "You're not dead. I just wanted to talk."
"Oh." Harry blushed. "So… how's your day?"
"Great!" She smiled brightly. "Thanks for asking. It's usually 'I'm too young' or 'not like this'. No one ever asks how I'm doing."
"That's disconcerting." Harry sighed.
"It's a thankless job." She shrugged her shoulders.
"What's up?" Harry settled back into the cushion.
"You had a busy year." She smiled at him. "You killed a dementor, destroyed all but one horcrux, and managed not to die."
Harry laughed. "Once the first two were done it was the hardest part was staying awake in class."
"You could just test out of Hogwarts." Death offered.
"That would bring too much attention from Dumbledore." Harry shook his head. "He wants to control me. Proving Sirius was innocent and claiming my titles is suspicious enough already."
"You're going to have to fight him sooner or later." She countered.
"I'm more powerful than I was, but I'm not where I can defeat him." Harry sighed. "Plus, he's got the Elder Wand."
"No, he doesn't." Death shook her head.
"I've seen him with it." Harry spoke slowly.
"You've seen him with a wand made of elder wood." Death clarified. "You collected all three, you hold the title 'Master of Death'. They belong to you. Just like your sword, call them and they will appear."
"And Dumbledore suddenly finds himself without a wand." Harry arced an eyebrow.
"The wand he has now is powerful, it is made of elder wood, but it is not the Elder Wand." Death explained. "Just like that stone you destroyed. It was a powerful magical item, but it was not the Resurrection Stone."
Harry let the information settle. "Is that what you wanted to talk to me about?"
"No." Death said cheerily. "I wanted to let you know that since you've changed the time-line I've had a pleasantly slow year. That's how I've been able to visit you now."
"There have to be hundred of people dying every day." Harry scrunched up his brow. "Just from natural causes, not even considering random accidents."
"I'm not the only Death." She explained. "We're an entire pantheon unto ourselves, though we do have connections to others."
"That makes sense." Harry said slowly. "Glad I could help, I guess."
"It was a nice break in the pace." Death stood up and stretched.
Harry couldn't help but admire her taut body. Damn teenage hormones. He met her eyes to see her grinning. She shook her head.
"Caught you looking."
Harry blushed.
"I'll see you around." Death stepped over to the door. She looked over her shoulder and blew him a kiss.
Harry startled awake. Luna had already adjusted in her seat to prepare for his movement. The twins had left shortly after giving him the map but there was someone else in the cabin with them. An older girl, she was dressed in stylish robes that weren't from the school, which meant she lived in the wizarding side of the world rather than the muggle. Her face looked familiar, but his half-awake brain was having trouble placing her. He took in her full appearance.
She was slender, athletic, and her robe was cut to accentuate her form. Her skin had a sun-kissed tone to it that meant she spent a lot of time outdoors. The only magical types that did that were quidditch players. Her long, black hair was pulled back into a tight braid.
"Harry Potter." The girl purred. "Last year I was discarded to the reserves when Malfoy bought the team brooms. I didn't expect any better this time. And yet." She paused, her eyes traveling over him slowly. "Not only am I playing in every game, but Harry Potter decides to give the other houses extra lessons. Thanks to you, and Malfoy disappearing, I played my best year. I got an offer from the Kestrels."
His brain finally came up to speed. Alyn Lind, seventh year seeker for Slytherin.
"That's fantastic." Harry smiled at her.
"I would love to thank you." She leaned forward, running her tongue her lips. "If we were alone."
"I don't mind." Luna scooted over to free Harry from her legs.
Harry looked to Luna then to the Alyn. She smiled and it sent a shock straight through Harry right to his groin. His dick was happy to answer the call. Alyn dropped to her knees, a flick of her wrist unbuckled his belt and opened his pants. Grabbing the front of his boxers, she pulled them down, and wrapped her fingers around his shaft. A couple of strokes and he was painfully hard.
"Nice broomstick." She cooed.
Harry trembled as she leaned forward, placing a brief kiss on the tip of his cock. He groaned, forcing himself not to grab her head. Her tongue circled around the sensitive tip. He felt his hips buck as she took him into her mouth. Harry ran a hand through her hair, pushing gently, feeding more of his cock into the wet heat of her mouth. Her shiny, pink lips slid around his thickness as he fought to push deeper. He could feel his end quickly approaching.
"Going to cum." He grunted.
Alyn pulled his cock out of her mouth and before to stroke his spit-soaked shaft. She looked into his eyes as her hand moved hard and fast. Harry moaned as he reached his peak. Long streaks of cum burst forth. Alyn tried to move out of the way. The first shot was so powerful it landed in her hair, the next traced a line across her cheek. She giggled as she watched several more shots launch from his pulsing cock, this time pointed away from her.
She smiled as she looked at puddle of cum on the floor. "Thanks for warning me."
Harry nodded, panting and unable to speak. Alyn slowed her strokes, milking the last bit of cum out of him. She drew her wand. A flick of her wrist and the mess was cleaned up. She tucked him back into his pants, taking the time to use her hands rather than magic. Alyn stood, adjusting her robes before leaving.
"It's bigger than I thought." Luna said.
Harry jumped, practically forgetting she was there. "Thanks?"
"Nice looking too." Luna went back to reading her book.
Harry chuckled. This train ride was definitely better than last time.