Harry Potter's encounter with Godric happens on a quiet, moonlit night in a city far from the tumultuous world he once knew. Harry had been traveling, seeking solitude after years of endless battles, but what he found instead was a vampire sitting at the edge of a building, staring into the night as if waiting for it to consume him.
Godric looked utterly defeated, an ancient being with the weight of centuries pressing down on him. Harry felt that pull in his chest, that familiar tug that drew him toward people in pain. He couldn't ignore it, no matter how much he wanted to distance himself from the savior role.
"Mind if I sit?" Harry asked quietly, his voice soft but steady.
Godric turned his head, the glow of his eyes faint under the moonlight. He studied Harry for a moment, sensing the power and the pain in him, then nodded. Harry sat beside him, neither of them speaking for a few minutes, just sharing the silence.
"You have seen much suffering," Godric finally said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Harry chuckled darkly. "Haven’t we all?"
There was a moment of understanding between them, and Harry could feel Godric's despair. It reminded him of his own darker days, of the times when he questioned if all the fighting was worth it.
But then Harry did something unexpected, he cracked a joke, something lighthearted and absurd about wizards and how they could never get anything done without chaos. It startled Godric out of his melancholy, and to Harry's surprise, Godric laughed, a genuine laugh, as if something inside him had shifted.
From that moment, Godric’s demeanor transformed. He seemed energized by Harry’s presence, almost hyper, as if a centuries-old fog had finally lifted. It was like Harry had breathed new life into him. Godric started talking about all the things he hadn't done in years, the possibilities he hadn’t considered in a long time, and before Harry knew it, the ancient vampire was dragging him along on impulsive adventures, from flying through the night sky to simply enjoying human pleasures like food and drink, even though Godric didn’t need either.
But soon, Godric became obsessed with one idea: Harry had to meet Eric. "He’ll love you!" Godric said excitedly, practically vibrating with energy. "You must meet him. He’s... well, he’s going through something right now, but with you, I know you can help him like you helped me."
When they found Eric, he wasn’t the commanding, dangerous vampire Harry had expected. Instead, Eric was a shell of himself, deep in the grip of a relapse, struggling to cope with the weight of his immortality, his grief, and everything he’d seen. He had cut himself off from everyone, wallowing in a dark place much like Godric had been before Harry found him.
Godric’s usual excitement dimmed as he saw Eric’s condition, and for the first time since they’d met, Harry saw real worry in his eyes. But Harry stepped forward, gently placing a hand on Eric’s shoulder.
"Hey," Harry said softly, his voice steady and reassuring. "You’re not alone in this."
Eric didn’t respond at first, lost in his pain, but Harry’s presence seemed to ground him. Slowly, Harry coaxed him out of the darkness, listening, offering comfort, and just being there, much like he had with Godric. It wasn’t easy, but Harry had a gift for finding people when they needed him most.
In time, Eric began to heal, and with Godric's hyper enthusiasm and Harry’s quiet strength, the three of them formed an unexpected bond, one born from pain, healing, and the strange alchemy of magic and immortality.