Revenge

Harry must say the few hundred years he’d -barely- tolerated death’s bullshit did not go to waste, leaving him in the middle of London -granted he left him a fortune, but leaving a ten year old in middle of London while there was a war going on is still a big no, no- at least he had enough humanity left in him to leave him a birthday present.

He’s been talking about world war 1 until now but didn’t Grindelwald also go bat shit crazy somewhere during this time? He started going -nuts but not as nuts as the noseless man who shall not be named- after 1910. Maybe Harry should’ve skipped that part of history all together.

Then again ever since he found out about Grindelwald and Dumbledore’s relationship he’d been shipping those two like crazy, who knows maybe he’ll get to see those two together before he starts his - make Dumbledore’s life harder- plan.

In all honesty he may hate the guy’s guts but he can understand why he did what he did, in his position maybe Harry would’ve done the same thing, when a conflict that might have taken the lives of thousands can be solved with the death of one, he will also try to take the easy route. 

But that doesn’t mean that he will let Dumbledore go just like that though, Harry will spare his life just because he once thought of the man as his grandfather, he will however flip over his whole world. Come to think of it, nobody really knew much about Dumbledore’s relationship with the “criminal super boss who is out for blood in the streets of Europe” right? 

Maybe he can start from there. Harry has become an excellent fanfic writer over the years he should let the wizarding world experience this skill of his, Kudos to Lily for her great teaching.

Harry, who has now decided what he’s going to be doing this weekend(yes he is planning on mass producing a Grindelwald x Dumbledore fanfic, no there will be no smut. (Harry still had some human decency left in him), finally took a look at the lonely gift from death that had been sitting in the corner waiting to be opened. 

Taking the gift in his hand, like the elegant and patient human being he was(not) he ripped the wrapping to pieces and a treasure was revealed- omg is that THE elder wand?!?!?!?

“...”

Oh wait it actually is.

Harry closed the box once again sat on the bed and took in a deep breath and then released it after a pause, after repeating the process a few times Harry decided to add death to his “Good person list”

But then he realized that Death was not a person hence he created a new list in his honor, and hence he was added to Harry’s “Good creature list”

But seriously Harry really appreciated the gesture he was honestly expecting to open the box and find the head to the British minister of magic inside, which would’ve been a whole new level of crazy but it won’t be the first time for death to be doing that(no he will not elaborate).

This saved him the trouble of going after Grindelwald like a psycho stalker just for a wand -granted it’s not just any wand- Harry for one did not want to establish a career in the art of stalkerism. At least not at the moment.

He probably will have to establish one later on though, he has to keep an eye on the great Dumbly after all, or maybe he can hire a professional stalker to do the job for him. Though he doubts such a profession exists in this day and age. 

Was there a profession like that in his day and age?

Maybe Harry can be the first professional stalker of them all, will he be remembered in the pages of history if he does so? But maybe he shouldn’t-

“Mr. Harrison their is a letter waiting for you on the front desk, please receive it.” a knocking sound came from his door followed by a feminine voice.

“I’ll pick it up after breakfast”

“Alright sir”

After snapping out his thoughts -thanks stranger- Harry decided to get ready for now, after all he was too young and too rich to be worrying about things like jobs at this point(also professional stalker is probably not a good career choice in the first place).

Harry had an eel for breakfast, no he is not joking apparently the chef here was of japanese descent and specializes in seafood. Harry after today’s breakfast realized that he quite liked the taste of eel.

Maybe he’ll ask the guy to teach him the recipe later, but will he be willing to teach him? Well, he can always hire him as a private cook.

Being rich is great, maybe he should’ve acted a bit more selfishly when he still had the chance, but no he was stubborn to not turn out a Draco Malfoy and did not use the wealth that was in front of him and he had the gall to regret his actions after losing it, what a hypocrite he was.

As promised he picked up the letter from the help desk after eating three servings of eel.

He ran back to his room after receiving the letter and shut the door to his room. Sitting on his bed he started to open the familiar envelope, apparently they did not change the design or the format of the letter over the years.

All the standard stuff: three sets of plain work robes, a plain pointy hat, winter cloak, protective gloves, wand, cauldron and what not.

That being said, holy shit they will be studying dark arts this year?! Harry thought Hogwarts didn’t do dark magic, turns out it was just Dumbledore and the stick that he has up his ass.

Harry never thought he would be excited about going to school of all places, is he slowly turning into a nerd? Then again he used to get pretty excited to go to Hogwarts even the first time around,

For better or for worse Hogwarts was his first home, a place he felt safe and his teachers and friends his first family. It might have been his first home but it wasn't anymore, since now when he thinks of home, the brokedown Potter mansion and his children, grandchildren and great grandchildren come to mind, 

“I am not forgetting you Kyle, You maybe my only great great grandchild but that’s what make you special and Henry you too, I am not going to say great four times in a row though, it makes me feel old”

Thinking about them made Harry’s stomach sink just a little, his throat felt like something was stuck in there, no, he was too old to deal with trauma, maybe he’ll go to therapy someday but today isn’t the day.

“Was therapy even invented at this point in time?”

Well whatever, it’s time for Harry to buy himself a new family! 

“...”

“..that sounds so wrong”

Ten minutes later Harry was standing in front of ‘Jean & Sally’s pet heaven’ a very suspicious name if you ask him, they are making it sound like they are some drug mafia pretending to be shopkeepers while secretly doing unlawful stuff at night.

Well who is he to judge?(he will still be judging them, just.. secretly)

“Welcome! May I know what you are looking for?”

The boy standing on the counter looked rather young, Harry didn't want to make his life harder so he just told him what he wanted.

“A great horned owl and.. I’ll look around to see I if like something else”

“Of course sir!”

The lad at the counter probably stood to look for the owl Harry had requested. As for Harry, Harry needed a snake. He did not want a snake, want is just too undermining of a word to describe how much Harry desired for one.

He had always been attached to his animal companions more than he had with humans but even among animals snakes had been different.

After the war ended Harry wanted a snake but he was too ashamed to get one, the boy-who-lived, wizarding world's savior, Harry fucking Potter walking around with a snake? Oh my, that was simply a scandal waiting to see the light of the day.

After Albus got sorted into Slytherin and was being treated like a monster just because of what house he was in, Harry realized that maybe he had been acting a bit dumb and houseist (is that a thing) all along while trying to meet the expectations the society had of him. Maybe he had a role in the hatred that had been directed towards Slytherin.

After that Harry started carrying not only 1 but 2 snakes with him all the time. He even beat the-dude-who-shall-not-be-named to his own game. 

After having been in the company of snakes for so long, Harry can no longer live without one. They were simply his symbiotic friends! 

Harry provides them with shelter and food and they help Harry not go completely insane.

 As for the owl, he would like to communicate with them as well. let’s hope death knows bird language and can give him a translator?

Harry went around the whole shop and he wasn't able to spot a single snake, not even one, there were no snakes in this store.. He had been looking forward to buying one for the whole day. He may just forget his dignity and start crying here and now.

“Sir I have found the owl you were looking for!”

The employee came rushing towards him and paused when he saw Harry’s expression.

“What’s up, were you not able to find what you were looking for?” the tone of his voice changed instantly, like he was trying to console a child.

“There are no snakes here…” 

“Huh?”

“I was looking for a snake…”

The employee started patting his head out of nowhere, Harry was not at all prepared for this and could only flinch under his touch.

“Wow, it seems like you and I will be housemates this year, Slytherin right?"

Hearing his cheerful voice Harry looked up to him, the boy was smiling at him, his hand still on Harry's head.

"I'm currently helping my Mom with the store, the name's Loy by the way. Loy MacDonald's, half blood and fifth-year prefect."

"Harry.."

"Well Harry the snakes are in the back we don't put them on display this time of the year, they scare the kids away"

"Oh.."

"I'll bring them here for you, what kinda snake are you looking for?"

Harry stared at him for a while, he was half expecting him to ask his surname, which was houseist of him, again maybe he is still suffering from PTSD against Slytherin because of Draco and his gang.

Harry must say Scorpio definitely got his mother's genes. What a fine young lad he was, unlike… Draco Malfoy. Albus had quite good luck in the friends department. Both Scorpio and Delphine had been great kids.

"Hey kid, why are you zoning out?"

"Oh, sorry, I was looking for a white lipped pit viper"

"Dude that's a venomous one, aren't they like, not allowed in Hogwarts?"

"Well.. snakes in general are not allowed in Hogwarts, so.."

"Fair point! Wait a sec, I'm pretty sure we got one."

With that his senior-to-be ran away at the speed of sound and Harry was left standing there staring at his new owl.

It was a masterpiece of nature with golden brown and honey colored feathers, its eyes were green not like Harry's Avada but like the green grass covering the planes. Beautiful.

What should he name him… how about Erix? Yeah let's go with that.

"Here.. you go!"

Harry flinched slightly as MacDonald lowered the tank with his snake on the desk.

Yes, that's definitely his snake, he fell in love at first sight, now he just has to buy the bride Or the groom Or the partner?

What's the gender neutral term for the person you are marrying?

"Harry, you are spacing out again"

"Sorry it was just so beautiful"

MacDonald smiled at his reply and patted him on the head once again. Now Harry was starting to get a bit annoyed.

"I'll name this one Adron then" 

"That's a snake-tastic name you got there."

Harry rolled his eyes, but then realized that was rude he wanted to apologize but MacDonald was busy laughing at his own joke.

He rolled his eyes once again and then proceeded to stare at the beauty in front of him.

Green shiny scales, a flexible body and beautiful blue-green eyes. If Harry were a snake he would have definitely proposed on their first meeting.

After exchanging greetings with MacDonald for one last time Harry prepared to leave.

"Well see you at school cute little junior"

That was creepy of him

"See you at school" at least he doesn't seem like a bad guy.

Then again the literal Dark lord also didn't look like a bad guy, until he lost his nose and his hair and became a human-snake hybrid.

Seriously though, immortality is great and all but losing a face like that just for the sake of eternal life? Not a good bargain. The poor evil doer got scammed.

Harry almost feels bad for him, well almost.

ತwell little guy, nice to meet youತ

ತyou can talk?!?!ತ

ತalmost all the adult human population can talkತ

ತoh you know what I mean,. You're a speaker?ತ

ತwell, actually noತ

ತokay stop fooling around! This is my first time meeting a speaker,.that kinda makes me happyತ

Harry smiled at the little guy and stroked him, he got the impression that his new found companion was also smiling at him.

ತWhat is your name little snakeling?ತ

ತbelieve me when I say this, I am older than the oldest wizard alive, you can call me Harryತ

ತoh! Amazing what Kind of magic are you using? You even smell like a childತ

ತit’s.. A long story. since we are gonna stay together from now on, I can take my time and explain it to you down the road ತ

Harry explained his villain origin story to Adron as they walked toward the hotel and by the looks of it, Adron was definitely judging him.

Okay maybe his plan about exposing Grindelwald and Dumbledore's relationship was a bit too petty and maybe it was not a good idea to play build a timeline but-

Okay, there is no way he can justify his actions. He's not even going to try. 

Harry of course was still going to try and make his own perfect timeline like he's building a soft-toy for himself but maybe he will be a bit considerate towards Dumbly.

With that Harry took parchment and ink that he had prepared previously and began to write in elegant cursive english.

[ The characters in this story are fictional and are not to be associated with with any real life counterparts of them with same features or names ]

Yeah, that's enough consideration for Dumbly.

[ It was a summer day when I met Gellert, it was love at first sight.

He took my breath away, I didn't know back then that I had just met eyes with the Devil but I would've readily given him my soul even without anything in return-]