“Jashin-sama!” the white haired Akatsuki member gasped and fell to his knees, dropping his large red scythe and pulling off his silver chain as he started chanting a strange litany that Harry could only assume were prayers.
Harry spat out a mouthful of blood and glanced up. A gigantic white skull with glowing red eyes peered down at them from a black tear in the otherwise blue sky. As though to emphasize just how unnatural it’s very presence was, the air in the ruined Temple of Fire buzzed with an energy that made Harry feel like he was slowly being boiled. Even breathing seemed like a bad idea when each breath made his lungs burn.
“Cursed one,” the giant skull said, it’s malevolent red eyes fixed on Harry. “Do you wish to hide from death once more?”
Taking advantage of the lack of fighting at that moment, Harry took slow breaths, silently using every healing spell his knew on himself.
“Take my vows and death will not come for you, not now, not ever,” the skull said. “My servant will ensure it.”
The skull’s servant, the crazed white haired Akatsuki man’s prayers and chants rose with a delirious fervor.
“Why?” Harry asked. Why would this thing want to help him?
The skull didn’t answer his question. Instead it said, “Your devotion to me will be rewarded. I will make you an undying king once I enter these lands.”
Harry had the insane urge to laugh. But considering the still injured state of his body at that moment, all Harry could do was roll his eyes. “I’d much rather die, thanks.”
The skull stared down at him with its unblinking red eyes.
The temperature around Harry rose, until his already reddened skin burnt. Even though he clutched his wand tight, Harry couldn’t think of any spell he could use in the situation. The pain made it even harder to think. But Harry knew one thing for sure, he would definitely choose death over whatever the Akatsuki man worshipped.
Ice cold fingers wrapped around Harry’s wrist, draining away most of the blistering head.
Harry opened his eyes and gaped at the red-haired woman crouched beside him. “Mum.” Even as he said it, Harry knew that he wasn’t looking at his mother.
The thing with the face of Lily Evans Potter tilted her head and stared at him with blazing green eyes. Eyes that were too green. Too full of power and knowing. But even so, those unnatural eyes comforted Harry.
“I’d much rather die,” Harry murmured with relief.
“I have heard your vow,” the being with Lily’s face said as it pulled Harry up to stand. “And one day I will collect. But not today. For now, I will aid you, my cursed one.”
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