Harry opened his eyes, his body feeling lighter than normal. He rose his back, not feeling the usual back pain.
'Where... am I?' He asked himself, gazing at the miraculous garden before him. 'D-did I die?'
"Unfortunately, yes." A voice spoke, snapping Harry out of his thoughts.
Harry looked back, his gaze landing on a man. He stood up in a flash and stepped back, keeping his distance from the unknown person.
"Who are you? Where did you bring me?!" Harry asked, his voice booming and sending echoes through the garden.
"Please, calm down." The man spoke again, his voice was soft and gentle, but it carried a heavy sense of authority.
'W-who is this man?' Harry thought.
"I will tell you when you've calmed down."
...
"...Did you just read my mind?" Harry asked, finally grasping the situation.
"Yes, I did."
Harry's gaze lingered on the man for a while, finally taking a good look at him. He had long, luscious golden hair, blue eyes, and a quite handsome face.
'He looks like an angel?' Harry thought. A smile crossed the man's face, as if he heard the thought as well.
"Fine," Harry said. "I'll believe you." The man's smile widened.
"Thank you. Please, have a seat." Saying that, he rose his hand and snapped.
Instantly, Harry found himself on a chair made of a strange wood-like material. In front of him, sat the man across a table made of the same material.
"First, let me introduce myself," the man spoke in a king and gentle voice. "I am Micheal, one of the countless angels in the Divine realm."
Harry stared at the man, Micheal, for a few moments.
"From everything that I just saw... yeah, I believe you." Harry replied in a tired voice.
"Splendid!" He said in a cheerful voice. "Now, let's get onto business."