Chapter 2
Harry, now named Tilion, arrived in Middle Earth a hundred years ago.
The ritual sent him to the gardens of Niena, where Death was waiting with a beautiful woman on his arm.
He felt embarrassed that he had completely forgotten to contact him as he had intended. "Um, I forgot to call," he said sheepishly, looking down at his feet.
"Yes, my child, you did. But it seems that even without my help, you found your way home."
Harry whipped his head up. "Home?"
This time, it was the beautiful lady who spoke. "Yes, home. I am Vairë the Weawer. My husband Námo and I are the only ones from Valar who decided to have a child. Unfortunately, because of the war, we had to send the newly formed fëa to a different world. The Hallows were created to find our child and help him get home."
"You mean me?!" Harry was in shock. He didn't know what to do.
After everything, he shouldn't be surprised anymore, but he had accepted that he would probably never be with his parents.
He had used the stone before to meet Lily and James, but that's all he could do. He would never be able to join them. But now he had the opportunity to be with the ones who gave birth to his soul.
"Yes, Harry. My little Tilion," she said as she spread her arms in welcome. His first step was hesitant, but then years of loneliness crashed over him. Crying, he flung himself into their waiting embrace.
He spent in Valinor almost 2000 years. As the first child born to Valar, no one knew how long it would take him to become an adult. The ritual made his body age correspond to his fëa. He was understandably frustrated when told he would mature as elves or even slower.
In this, he envied the race of man. The memory of enduring puberty for over a century still sent shivers down his spine and compelled him to bury it deep behind his Occlumency shields.
Ultimately, he got what he wanted: to grow up with his family and enjoy his childhood. And enjoy it he did. Armed with new ideas from the Marauders, he and the resident elflings spent their time pranking others.
Not that he entirely grew out of it, but after puberty, his father started to teach him about his duties, and in a few years, his brash personality eventually mellowed out.
As the offspring of Death and Fate, he represented the concept of balance and served as a guide to the afterlife.
He received permission from Eru to leave, with only a promise to adhere to the rules. His power would be limited, unlike the Maiar, who got their power mostly sealed. The only exception was his teleportation, which was acceptable only when he was ferrying a soul to the Halls of Mandos as part of his duty.