Chapter 77 - Limbo

Inside a hospital a few doctors and nurses were scrambling. On a bed a teen with black hair laid there looking more dead than alive. Miraculously, he was still alive with three bullets in his back and lodged in his chest.

"Give me the specifics on what we know." A doctor asked as he pulled on his gloves.

"A thirteen year old boy a few shy of turning fourteen was shot outside the police station three times in the back. He has lost a lot of blood and we are in need of an x-ray to know the extent of the damage." a nurse answered.

"Let's stabilize him first before then." The doctor said as they rushed into the operating room. "Now go get in contact with the boy guardian."

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While the doctors and nurses worked to save his life, Harry wasn't really worried all that much. He had appeared in a familiar train station he once arrived at in his last timeline and met Dumbledore. Now since the old wizard is still kicking, he didn't see the man but instead a certain Death Angel.

"Hello John." Harry greeted.

The man still appeared the same with his golden hair and blue eyes while appearing in his thirties. His nose was still slightly hooked and his eyebrows were sharp as his eyes stared at a playangel magazine in his hands. Only when he heard his name being called did he look up and toss away the magazine that poof out of existence.

"Harry." John coughed a couple times before pulling a file out of his coat. A few seconds later he appeared to gain an understanding of sorts. "Ah, I lost the bet."

"So I am in limbo again?" Harry asked, ignoring the bet for the time being.

"Well you're barely clinging to life at the moment. I just didn't think your first death or near death would be caused by a woman you didn't sleep with." John sighed before instantly cheering up. "Luckily or unluckily in your case as it really doesn't matter, an ambulance who was called out on a false alarm passed by."

"Dying still sucks." Harry frowned at the man. Who would want to die even if they knew they would come back to life.

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In a certain morgue in New York, a thirty year old man sneezed as he cut up a corpse. He had short brown hair and proper english clothing underneath his white lab coat.

"Ah, detective perfect timing."

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"So, how long before I leave?" Harry asked slightly worried about how his bond mates will react. Only a few people will know he will come back to life if he dies.

"Depends on how long the doctors keep you under a drug induced coma." John just shrugged. "Now let's talk about you."

Staying silent, Harry waits for the man to continue as he wonders what they were going to talk about. He truthfully didn't really have much of an idea beside him messing around as he goes through his life once more.

"While I congratulate you on getting rid of that water spirit imprint and having him reincarnate as an immortal bird. You need to be careful when playing with magic Harry. It is not impossible for an accident to put you in limbo for a century or two as your body works to repair itself."

Flinching at the thought of leaving his girls alone for such a long period of time. He doubled up on his promise to be more careful in the future. While he was happy to give them some amount of freedom, but not a century of free reign.

"Well, as fun as it is to scold you. I will tell you that Tom Riddle is forming an army for you the night he will kidnap you. How many and what species is for you to discover." John said.

Slumping as he heard of the army of followers. Harry really felt like complaining as he couldn't really form an army of his own. Well an army of fighters, since he knew he got lucky last time around when he trained his schoolmates to fight.

"I guess I need to practice a bit more seriously." Harry mumbled to himself.

"Unlock your full wolf form Harry. You might be in for a surprise." John hinted.

Frowning as he didn't know how or understand since isn't it just changing into a wolf? Now that his Death Angel was basically pointing with a neon sign. He felt he had a lot of work to do in discovering what it was.

"Well, as fun as these last few days were, chatting with you. It's time for you to return Harry." John said as Harry's body began to light up.

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When Harry opened his eyes, he was inside a white room with a machine beeping next to him. Looking down as he felt some weight on his body, he saw three girls were sleeping as their heads rested on the side of the bed. As if sensing he was awake, they lifted their heads revealing a worried Daphne, a tired Tonks and a spacy Luna.

"Hello." Harry greeted softly as his throat felt dry.

"Harry, you've been unconscious for almost a week?" Daphne said. "Do you know how shocked we were to learn you were shot?"

Struggling to lift his arm he made a small gap between his thumb and pointer finger. "This much?" he laughed, breaking the tension.

"He is Harry alright. Only he can make a joke out of nearly dying." Luna said, making the two look at her. As far as they are aware he should only have nearly died in his first year to others, but Luna words made it sound it was a yearly thing.

"Hey, Nymphadora can you get me some water?" Harry asked, smiling at the glare he received from the metamorphmagus. However she complied and left for a few minutes.

"Luna, how long have you been back?" Harry asked directly.

"Back? Oh, you mean time travel." Luna smiled brightly. "At first it didn't really work as I only had fragments of my future memories. Only when I learned from a letter that you were shot did it all come rushing back."

While a single tear left her eye as memories of her children and husband being shot. Harry felt bad as he held her cheek in his palm wiping the tear away. This must have been hard on her confused with an extra set of memories.

Cheering up almost instantly, Luna changed gears. "So when can I join your harem?"

Laughing as Harry just shook his head in amusement. "You were always going to be part of it. Just waiting for you to grow a bit."

A small sliver flash appeared on the tip of her wand indicating that a bond had been formed between them. Why she kept it behind her ear and to keep her hair tied up. Harry wasn't going to ask.

"So how long before I am discharged?" Harry asked Tonks as she returned with a cup of water.

"They want to keep you for a while, but only for another week. It seems your healing got them interested in you."

A groan could be heard from him as it was clear he didn't want to stay.