Deathly Green Eyes

"They keep their eyes on the body. They jerked back when it moved again. A small and pale hand went to the blade, and it was retired from the open wound, blood rushing out of the cut; they stayed still as it whined again, a curse parting from his lips. He sat slowly, head hanging forward, face covered by the long locks of black hair dripping the black substance on the floor. The only sound was the drops of black ooze on the marble floor. They walk away from the grumbling body, until one bumps into a table, the wooden object making a harsh racket against the floor. Hadrian’s face turns to them, green eyes shining in the gloomy room like lanterns." or Harry kills himself and instead of doing bye-bye, Death throws him back to the past because he is bored. or Harry, now Hadrian, is a sweet murderous child and Tom Riddle is a simp.

Deathly Green Eyes

"They keep their eyes on the body. They jerked back when it moved again. A small and pale hand went to the blade, and it was retired from the open wound, blood rushing out of the cut; they stayed still as it whined again, a curse parting from his lips. He sat slowly, head hanging forward, face covered by the long locks of black hair dripping the black substance on the floor. The only sound was the drops of black ooze on the marble floor. They walk away from the grumbling body, until one bumps into a table, the wooden object making a harsh racket against the floor. Hadrian’s face turns to them, green eyes shining in the gloomy room like lanterns." or Harry kills himself and instead of doing bye-bye, Death throws him back to the past because he is bored. or Harry, now Hadrian, is a sweet murderous child and Tom Riddle is a simp.

They kept their eyes on the body. They jerked back when it moved again. A small and pale hand went to the blade, and it was retired from the open wound, blood rushing out of the cut; they stayed still as it whined again, a curse parting from his lips. He sat slowly, head hanging forward, face covered by the long locks of black hair dripping the black substance on the floor. The only sound was the drops of black ooze on the marble floor. They walked away from the grumbling body, until one bumped into a table, the wooden object making a harsh racket against the floor. Hadrian’s face turned to them, green eyes shining in the gloomy room like lanterns.

No one expected him to wake. No one expected him to smile.

He stood, bare feet leaving smudges of shadow on stone, and tilted his head like a curious bird. "You’re not Death," he murmured, voice soft, almost fond. "Pity. I had such a lovely goodbye planned."

The aurors raised their wands. One shouted for backup. Another whispered about resurrection.

Hadrian giggled—a sound too innocent for the scene—and flexed his fingers. Blood and something darker began to rise from the floor, swirling like ink in water.

"I suppose I’ll have to make my own welcome back party."