Father Death
After Ranrock had hurrahed he turned to death and Mortem. He waited for a lull in their conversation. Once there was a lull, he instantly popped into the conversation.
"I have found that you are actually the father of young Mortem Hadrian James Sirius Potter. This revelation is one that was unexpected but is also something we can help with. We, with the Goblin community, want to offer Mortem Hadrian James Sirius Potter, Goblin Friend, a working offer that will benefit both parties. Let us sit and create our contract."
Harry or Mortem as he should start to refer to himself as is very confused and sat down like Ranrock had suggested. "Sir?" He called Ranrock, once he got Ranrock's attention he started to ask his questions. "When you say that there is actual proof of him being my father, I don't understand how it works when James Potter is my father. How does that work?"
Ranrock thought for a moment.
"I am unsure about how you came to be, maybe asked Death?" He turned to Death and motioned for them to explain.
"Young Harry, I was able to give you my magic so you could survive and become who you are now. By doing so I became your second father. One that we could not put on the birth certificate and had to keep secret." Death turned to look at the weapons on the wall and reminisced about the glory days. The days when people would drop dead like flies.
Harry looked at Death and proceeded to have his world somehow shatter. He now had the revelation that he was dying before he was born and had a God come and help him.
"I can’t imagine that you wanted to help me for shit and giggles."
Ranrock quietly muttered "Language"
Death turned away from the weapons and towards Harry and began to tell the story of how he came to help Harry and Lilly live through the pregnancy and what the cost was.
"I was going to reap one soul that had died a painful death. We were on our way to depart when I felt someone calling for help. See any God could have helped and answered the call, but I was the closest and wanted to help for once in my bleak existence. I had sent the soul with one of my Reapers and walked to where the call was coming from. I made sure to get there fast enough that another God didn't take the call. Once I arrived, I came to a beautiful handmade cottage that was white on the outside and had a wonderful and very colorful garden that had multiple lilies and petunias. I think it was a play on Her's and her sister's names. There were also tiger lilies that were a different color than I was used to, these were more orange and purple instead of the black ones in the underworld. This house was where the call was coming from. I decided to look more human, so I changed my form and had short black hair with some slight gray on the sides, I was on the older side but still young enough to move freely without too much pain." He took a pause lost in the memories of the past.
Harry was in awe with how he described everything. He felt as though he was there with Death and was watching what happened. He began to wonder if there was anything able to do that. He turned to Ranrock that was also looking at Harry. He was standing next to a bookshelf that held a lot of books and files. Looking closer Harry could see that some of them were original copies of some very old books that looked to be in another language Harry could see that they were in Latin, Arabic, and many other languages. Harry remembered what he was doing. "Hey Ranrock?" Once he saw that he had the goblin’s attention he began to talk, "Did you ever meet my mother and father?" He was excited for the answer while also a little apprehensive. He braced for the letdown of Ranrock never meeting his parents.
Ranrock looked at the kid and thought for a moment. "Yes, I think I did meet your mother. I know I dealt primarily with your father since he was Lord Potter." Harry looked at him confused as to what he meant by "Lord Potter", so he explained what that meant to Harry. "With the old families. Such as your family, they are referred to as Lords and Ladies. It is why most of the time when an announcer begins an announcement they start with Ladies and Gentlemen. It was to reference everyone. It was a very weird time."
Harry paused "So essentially the Wizarding World is stuck in the eighteenth century?" He thought about this and what that could mean for himself since he was a muggle born as far as he was aware. "Ranrock were both my parents wixen? Or whatever the word for multiple wizards and witches are." Harry moved closer to where Ranrock was standing and sighed.