Drowning
Harry was drowning; the horcrux was keeping him under; he had no way back up. He pounded hard on the ice, but he was still unable to break it. Eventually, all good things must come to an end, leaving a handprint behind on the ice as the darkness closed on him. It was dark and cold, and the next thing he knew, he opened his eyes again to see everything was faded to white.
“Welcome, master. I was not expecting you so soon; unfortunately, all good things must come to an end.” He sighed, disappointed his fate was sealed by a petty little trinket.
“I am no one's master; I'm just Harry?” He was confused about what was going on here; this was certainly something he wasn't expecting at all.
“I am death, and you are my master. I have arrived at an unfortunate event, but the master is learning, so you can go back in time or forward. After all, you may be the master of death, but you truly are a timeless being.”
Harry didn't understand why death was being cryptic at all, a timeless being that's a new one.
“So I can go to any point in time every time I die for all eternity!”
“That is correct, master; unfortunately for now, you will be going in time to learn how to master yourself, and one day you might not need your faithful servant anymore.” He sounded quite disappointed at this fact.
“Well, can you join me on my journey, death?”
“Not yet, but I can one day, and I'll show up with a big surprise!” He was excited, to say the least.
This master was worth waiting for after his last master, Ignis, died; eventually, all good things came to an end, and when his old master had a line just like. Once his last direct descendant becomes a master of death, the old must eventually go.
“Could I see my parents even if I have to be their professor!” Harry's tone of sadness spoke volumes in itself; he was quite sad to miss out on having parents, and there wasn't much he himself could do with greedy hearts.
“Of course, Harry, but you will look like you just finished Hogwarts. You will be 22 for safety reasons, and your heart seems quite set on one. I can make you quite good for what's to come.
Harry thought about it, but he wasn't sure if he should take her position.
“Do not fret, Harry; she will be much happier than at Hogwarts if you take the position; there won't be much of a change.” Death spoke coolly, and this amused Harry; it was like he was death itself.
“Okay then, but can I do this with not much background?” There was hesitation in his voice.
“Everything will be perfectly settled for you.” Death handed him a bag of useful items to come.
“Harrison Harry Pervelle, you will wake up with eyes as gold as the sun, and to see the coming future of your world, the past must never be dwelled on, or things could get messy.”
He could tell Death sounded concerned, but he couldn't tell why that was.
“Death will Tom—will he also be in this time?” His voice had gone soft and shy, almost like a baby rabbit.
“No, in this timeline Voldemort doesn't exist, but Tom Marvolo Gaunt is the minister of magic. I hope you stay wary of him; after all, one small thing can lead to a darker future, but luckily for you, that won't be a problem.” Death spoke like some sort of god.
“Thank you, e-erm?”
“Call me Thomas, oh, and one more thing: I did to grant your Pervelle lineage to also be able to speak to snakes so you won't have trouble with any Slytherins that might want to get into your pants.”
Harry blushed deeply. ‘What did he mean by getting into my pants!’
“Am I going to be raped!”
“Erm, no, no, no!” Death laughed, but it sounded inhuman. “No little devil teenagers have hormones, and you'll look quite well for your age. They might just try to woo you or try the love potion, but everything they try won't work as certain things are at play, and I do love quite the teen romance!”
Harry didn't know what shocked him more. That the kids he will teach try to rape him or death-loving teen romance.
Everything began to blur again, and the next thing Harry knew, he was in his old family house in Godric's Hollow.
Everything was definitely organized; he wondered if death itself could have OCD; that could explain a lot of why he wanted to keep Harry alive for so long.
Harry noticed a neatly organized desk clearly for him to use for now until he gets in as a professor.
Harry sat down at the desk and went through the paperwork and looked like death really did take care of everything for him like he was his own son.
“So the inheritance is all Pervelle parents deceased, and it looks like I have only one relative to the Black family—wait, this can't be correct!” Harry was surprised and shocked.
“Orion Black was a second cousin, and I wonder how that happened.” Harry thought to himself the black madness; he hoped the Pervelles surpassed it, and he couldn't get the black family madness.
He also learned that blacks are carriers of babies, male and female, but it showed he couldn't, so that was a lucky trait that missed him.
He also learned he has 5 of the Pervelle vaults, all belonging to him after all; his was just made thanks to death, and the other 4 he had to check out later. He never thought Pervelle vaults would fill so quickly.
He learned certain things, but one that stood out the most was that he had a child with Orion. He was unsure how that happened, but he had a feeling it was death's way to Harry.
“This whole thing is messed up. I can't believe I have the interview tomorrow morning. I guess I'll have to spend time in the muggle world.” Fortunately for Harry, wizards money and the money where he lives work together; it makes time in the muggle world easier. After all, he only had wizard money.
Harry went out to a coffee shop. Interestingly enough, it reminded him a lot of his old headmaster. He sat down and heard strange music coming from a jukebox.
‘It is nice just to have a moment and collect one's thoughts.’ Harry smiles down at the cup in his hand before taking a sip.
Please, professor, I need help with the class. I know you professors are the same, but please, I need your help! A small Remus asked, his eyes filled with tears.
Harry couldn't help but wonder what trouble he would be getting into with the Marauders in fifth year. ‘I really hope all those memories of Severus weren't all real, but I can't help but wonder what happened to him and Lily that drove them apart as friends.’
Harry has an inkling feeling he will need a lot of Fireball whisky for those troublemakers.
With the day passing by quickly, he was able to enjoy a decent walk afterwards, having a conversation with some muggles, but he had a feeling he would be around here a lot with Hogwarts time off.
“So Harrison Pervelle, quite the honor here. I thought all the Pervelle family was permanently gone.” Dumbledore let out an unusual sigh.
“Most do, but I am unfortunately half-blood, so it would be quite troublesome on my part. With being the last Pervelle, I needed a job, and I thought of here; I hear there is always a spot needing to be filled with the dark arts.”
“That is true; unfortunately, not many last long, but I trust you can fill this position.” He made it sound like Harry would be gone by the end of the year.
“Of course, headmaster, I hope to show I can do well for a teacher of 22.” Harry gave a small, dark smile.
“Oh my, you don't look a day over 16, but I trust you can get things in order with how everything stands out. Well, I'll have to put you on a trial run; unfortunately, if it's not to my standards, well…”
“That explains why you're lacking the dark arts teachers. I hope to prove my worth to headmaster Dumbledore.” Harry didn't care; he just needed to get enough dirt on him; he could already feel he needed him out.
But sir, please, I don't want to learn it anymore. I don't want to join the dark lord! A young regulus shouted at the headmaster, who mercilessly gave no care for the well-being of Slytherins.
‘And here I didn't think he could stoop any lower.'
Harry had made his way to the class he was going to need to prepare for the student next week, so they were going to be a bit behind. Luckily, Harry knew just the topic.
Werewolves