Chapter 1.
September 1, 1988. Surrey, Privet Drive.
The morning in house number 4 on Privet Street began as usual. Petunia Dursley got up early in the morning, placed empty milk bottles on the threshold of the house for the milkman and went to wake up her nephew.
- Get up, you bad boy. Get up, whoever I’m telling you,” the woman knocked on the closet door.
Harry Potter. That was the name of the eight-year-old boy who lived in the closet. He looked around and noticed that the spiders, which had been in the dark, quiet room all night, were leaving for their lairs. The darkness did not bother the boy. At night he sees the same as during the day. Since childhood, Harry had well, one might even say mystically well, developed certain organs of perception: he can hear, see and smell at a fairly large distance. The child dressed in his older brother Dudley's old clothes and left the closet. The boy went into the bathroom, washed himself, wiped his hands and face on an old towel and looked at himself in the mirror. Small and thin, he looks a little younger than his age, with black, always tousled hair, a thin face and protruding knees. Harry has had a lightning bolt scar on his forehead for as long as he can remember. The boy left the bathroom and went down to the kitchen.
Petunia was already busy at the stove. She took out a frying pan, put it on the stove and lit the fire.
“Bring the eggs and bacon, and don’t break anything,” the woman said sternly and put a small saucepan on the stove. “Take half a glass of pearl barley and cook it. And watch me: I know how much pearl barley there should be.”
“Yes, Aunt Petunia,” the boy whispered, giving his aunt the eggs and bacon and measuring out half a glass.
As soon as the water boiled, he poured in the porridge. Alas, he was not supposed to take salt, like sugar. In fifteen minutes the porridge was ready. The boy put only one ladle on his plate and put it on the table. At the same time, his aunt was putting out plates with sandwiches, eggs, bacon and the like, as well as three cups, sugar and a teapot with tea.
While Harry was washing up his saucepan, Aunt Petunia went upstairs and woke her husband. If Petunia Dursley was a skinny blonde with a neck almost twice as long as it should be for her height, then this disadvantage came in very handy, since Mrs. Dursley spent most of her time spying on her neighbors and eavesdropping on their conversations, and with a neck like hers it was quite convenient to look over other people's fences, then Vernon himself was a plump man, with a bushy moustache, fair hair and a short neck. The man got dressed and went down to the dining room, sleepily rubbing his eyes. He looked at his nephew with a dissatisfied, frowning look and sat down in his favorite place near the window. There was a noise and a stamping sound in the hallway. Dudley was running up and down the stairs, jumping two steps at a time to let the dust and rubbish fall on his cousin, who he believed was still asleep, but when he ran into the kitchen and saw Potter there, Dudley slumped and sat down at the table, pouting.
Breakfast was as usual. The Dursleys devoured scones with jam and bacon and eggs, and Harry ate disgusting barley porridge. Having finished, the family went to take the boys to school. Today, Harry and Dudley are going to the second form.
The family got into the car, and after a few moments, it moved off. Harry looked out the window: the boy saw how they drove along Privet Drive, how the field rushed past and they entered London.
Mr. Dursley's car stopped not far from the school gates. Dudley quickly got out of the car and went to the entrance, where his friends and part-time gang were waiting for him.
"No antics and oddities, naughty boy. Do you understand me?" Vernon grumbled discontentedly.
"Yes, Uncle," Harry opened the door and went out into the street. He looked back and, looking at the departing car, sighed heavily. Today, Dudley and his gang would have their fill of teasing him after school. The boy turned around and went to class.
***
The day flew by so quickly that Harry didn't even notice that it was already the end of his last lesson. With the bell, Potter rose from his seat, collected his things in his backpack and quickly walked towards the school library. Entering the hall, he picked up a book, walked to the table by the window and sat down. From this place it was possible to view the school yard and gates. Now Dudley and his sycophants were walking around this yard looking for him. The younger Dursley was so lazy and incompetent that he was not smart enough to go to the library and look for him there, because neither Dudley nor his friends liked to read books.
Harry turned away from the window and began reading a book about Ancient Greece. The boy was very fond of the myths and legends of ancient states. The clouds opened the sun a little and a timid ray reflected from the bracelet on the boy’s wrist. For as long as he could remember, the bracelet had been with him and neither his uncle and aunt, nor Dudley and the gang, nor Harry himself could take it off. The bracelet was very beautiful - with a white stone in the center, and white lines of patterns stretched from this stone. If in childhood the bracelet was a thin line on the wrist, now it has become larger and more like a hoop bracelet, and every year more patterns can be seen on it. Harry quickly caught himself and covered the bracelet with his hand. He looked around and looked out into the street. Nobody noticed this glare. If Dudley or his “gang” had seen even for a moment the treacherous reflection, then Harry would be dead.
Potter sighed with relief and leaned back in his chair. Now it's just him and Mrs. Smith, the librarian, in the library. Mrs. Smith is a kind woman, last year she allowed Harry to sit here until his cousin went home. The woman felt very sorry for the little boy, even now she was placing books next to the windows so that the yard and gates could be seen.
An hour later, Dudley and his friends left the school grounds, and Harry, having given the book to Mrs. Smith, left the library. The boy went downstairs and went out into the yard. He stopped and began to think about how best to get to the station he needed: on foot or by bus. Harry decided to go by bus and then by train home, fortunately he had money for travel. Harry headed to the bus stop and waited for his transport. Fifteen minutes later the bus arrived. Having entered, the boy paid for the fare and sat at the very end of the transport.
The bus drove slowly, and Harry thought about everything and nothing at the same time. They drove out to an intersection and were about to pull up to a stop when Potter noticed that a truck was flying straight at them. The cars collide and the bus falls on its side. During the impact, all passengers lost consciousness, but Harry only fell to the floor and became disoriented. The impact caused oil to flow out of the bus and caught fire as it slid. The transport very quickly became covered in fire and flames began to fill the interior. People couldn't feel the fire that was eating them alive, but Harry felt it. The boy saw how the fire licked his legs and began to rise higher and higher, he begins to scream in pain, but his body is paralyzed and he can no longer get out of the bus.
***
Unknown place
For seven years, Adrian had done nothing but fence with Mikael. He had given his body to his younger brother and tried not to interfere with him too much, and he couldn't, in fact. But this time, everything was different. He felt a burning pain, like from fire. Adrian felt how life began to leave his body, how Harry began to give in to the onslaught of the elements and at the last moment pulled his consciousness towards himself. In a moment, his twin appeared in front of him.
- Hello. Later, now we need to get my body out of that situation with us, I'll explain a little later, okay? - Harry could only nod at such a monologue.
Adrian took Harry's place and began to whisper a prayer to summon Hel. He had hope that his aunt still remembered that only he could call her for help like that.
- I call upon you, Hel. "I am your master, Adrian de Rosa, asking for a contract to save my life and that of my twin in exchange for my soul. I am ready to be your slave until all the terms of the contract between us are fulfilled," the boy quietly begged, in agony.
Meanwhile, the flame licked his chest and slowly approached his face. The last thing Adrian saw before losing consciousness was a very familiar beautiful girl approaching him.
Castle of Death.
POV Death
The Eternal Bride was in the dungeons when she felt that eight people would die today. Death went up to his throne room and looked at the scroll, in which names began to appear with the surnames of the dead, their previous work and the reason for their death.
- A bus driver, three bank employees, a waitress, a secretary and orderlies, very interesting, - Death glanced boredly at the end of the list - What?! This can’t be... - the girl stared in shock into the space in front of her. Her name in the mortal world was very familiar. Only her nephew Adrian called her that. Only he addresses her to conclude a contract with precisely these words. The goddess of death looked at the name that appeared. She couldn’t believe her eyes, because she didn’t want Adrian and Harry to die, so she immediately went to the human world.
She appeared on the burning bus just as Adrian was finishing calling her, and then lost consciousness. Death approached the boy and with a wave of his hand removed the fire from his burnt body. The girl leaned over and kissed her nephew on the chest, in the area of the heart, causing it to beat muffled but, thereby concluding a contract and taking his soul; a mark in the form of a skull remained in that place. Death sat down next to the boy and put his head on her lap, beginning to stroke his hair and sing a ballad that was composed in her honor:
I don't know who you are
And I can't understand.
Your thoughts are a mystery,
For the people around.
All emotions are hidden,
A face is carved with a mask,
And in the eyes there is only contempt
A foggy highlight.
Maybe you're just a ghost
White-skinned, like snow.
Maybe an angel? I don't know.
A person can do it.
Where are the mighty wings,
If thou hast fallen from heaven?
Where is the ugliness of the body,
If he rose from the dead?
No! I know you're a demon
But where is the fire of death,
Temptation breathing?
You're with me, but not mine.
Maybe a blond elf,
Dark Guardian for good,
Or perhaps the beast is wild.
I don't care anymore.
Having finished singing two verses, the girl heard screams and felt that the fire was being put out. Death placed the boy's head on the floor and disappeared to appear near the scene and observe the actions of the people.
Now she sees that the fire has been put out and the bodies are being taken out, so the doctors begin to check Adriana condition. They loaded him into the car and left for the hospital, and Death followed.
She appears in the operating room, where doctors are trying to carefully remove the burnt skin from the boy.
Three hours passed. Now the Eternal Bride is standing in the room and watching as a bunch of devices are connected to the boy. He was all bandaged up, and the hair on his head had to be completely removed because it was very badly burned. The girl listened to the doctors who stood outside the door:
“Of the eight passengers, this boy is the only survivor,” says the first doctor.
“It will be very bad for him,” the second one answers.
- Now there is a trial going on and it needs to be formalized, the things have his name and surname, but no address, no number, nothing.
- Tomorrow morning they will show the news about this accident, I must say that the boy survived, but is in a deep coma and we don’t know when or if he will wake up...
- Yes, you’re right, now he needs rest, changing bandages and wiping the skin with a special solution so that it heals faster and leaves as few scars as possible.
“Let’s go have some tea, I’m very tired today.”
- Let's go, we deserve this rest.
The girl stood as if struck by thunder: “The boy is in a deep coma? Is it good or bad? Probably good, because if he had been conscious, he would have screamed in pain. Oh, Ryan, Ryan... Why are you so lucky to have very dangerous adventures?” — The girl looked at the boy one last time and disappeared to return to her castle.
Death appeared in the throne room and looked at the parchment - the last name was not there. At this news, the Eternal Bride sighed with great relief and sat down on her throne...
Italy. Voltaire. Volturi Castle, throne room.
In Voltaire today it was cloudy, raining and a strong wind was blowing. The three rulers sat on their thrones and thought: During these seven years they have searched all of Eurasia and Australia, but so far they have not found anything, not even a small clue where the King might be. The rulers even invited Alice here and asked her to see the future of their clan. Alice saw a new addition to the clan: she told about the boy who would come to them, only his face was hidden by a haze and even she could not see him. There were new additions to the clan. Only a few vampires came as guards, but they were not allowed into the family.
Suddenly the doors open and Alice walks in, accompanied by Jane and Alec.
“Lords, I can tell when the boy comes,” Alice said from the threshold and walked to Aro, giving him her hand.
Aro took the girl's hand and plunged into her thoughts. He saw a tour of people and this boy among them, instantly the picture changes and he sees the year of his appearance.
“Well done, Alice, you can go home,” Aro said and walked to the throne. When the door closed behind the vampires, Caius and Marcus looked eagerly at Aro, who was in an elated state.
- In 1990 he will come to us himself.