Revenge

Harry was seriously doubting his life choices, there were so many kids here, Harry felt like he was drowning in a sea of kids. 

He felt untrained and unstable magic in the air, frankly it was nauseating. It’s been a while since Harry had encountered a crowd of wizards, especially such a young crowd.

Harry had known that the wizarding population had been in decline due to many reasons(mainly idiotic dark lords) but looking at these hundreds of children bouncing around makes one wonder how did a total of three people fuck the world up so badly?

If his memory serves him right Harry had like a total of forty kids in the same year as him during his time at Hogwarts, and let’s not even consider how many of them died in the war(because of one idiotic dark lord and one idiotic Dumbledore). 

If Harry, Hermonie and Ron were the golden trio of Hogwarts then Dumbledore, Voldemort and Grindlewalt were the triplets of doom for the wizarding world. The saddest part is that Harry isn’t even joking.

Harry looked around to see that there were a lot less children with muggle clothing around, which did not mean that there were only two or three muggle-borns among this group, quite the opposite actually, this simply meant that Hogwarts during this era was better at managing it’s muggle students so they don’t get bullied.

From what he knew the discrimination against muggle-borns was a lot more prominent in this era.

 As if to prove his point Harry spotted a muggle-born girl being surrounded by a bunch of intimidating boys, well, as intimidating as a few 11 year olds with excessively silky hair could look. 

Harry the responsible adult he was, made his way towards them, He saw one of the boys taking out his want and he took out his own to interject when-

The little girl who had been just standing there, lunged forward and punched the boy square in the stomach, the boy let go of his wand and hunched forward holding his stomach and while the other boys were in shock, the little girl took the opportunity and started running in Harry’s direction.

That was.. surprising to say the least. A girl boss moment if you may.

But what was even more surprising was the girl ran straight into him and then continued to run while holding Harry by his arm.

“Hey- wait- what!?”

“Sorry, I don’t know my way around here. I'll probably get lost alone, you will have to help me. You were going to help anyway right?”

Yeah Harry was going to help her, but this was not what he had in mind. He looked behind him and the group of boys were now aware of the situation and some of them looked like they were still confused while the others had already begun to chase them.

Harry let out a sigh and then started to run faster, he tightened his grip around the little girl’s hand and led her through the crowd. It wasn’t like the kids stood any chance against him but he would rather not get into a fight even before reaching hogwarts. 

It didn’t even take a minute and they had already lost the kids following them, after he could no longer see them Harry just stopped running and just stood in place.

“Shouldn’t we hide? What if they catch up to us?”

“They will be looking for running figures, let’s just blend in with the crowd. Plus the train is going to be here any minute.” Harry said but he still put a wordless disillusionment charm on them anyway.

The little girl just nodded and Harry let go of her hand.

“Sorry ‘bout that” she said, her cheeks reddened as she looked at Harry.

“Nothing to worry about, glad I could help, though I didn’t really do anything” all he did was run, and he didn’t even run THAT much.

“Nah, if it weren’t for you I would’ve been lost by now.” She said scratching the back of her neck

“I highly doubt that.” 

“You really underestimate my ability to get lost, umm?”

“Harrison, you can call me Harry”

“My name is Angel, you can call me… Angel…”

“...”

“...”

“...”

“Sooo, Harry, are you into Quidditch?”

***

“That’s why I ended up beating him half-dead with my broom” 

“Merlin, how did you not end up going to Azkaban?!”

“Why would I ever end up in Azkaban for beating a bully?”

“Well I don’t think the Minister’s son counts as just some random bully”

Harry never knew that at the age of -I have been alive for way too long- he would ever find the company of an 11 year old to be “fun”. Admittedly Harry has been having more than just fun, considering that he had been laughing his ass off for hours now. 

He was originally gonna ditch this kid as soon as he made sure that she was safe but turns out, not only was this little girl a girl boss, she was a girl boss who had a sense of humor and was slightly psychotic.  

The two traits Harry really appreciates in people, maybe honesty too. 

Also her magic is nice, like milk chocolate, another trait Harry appreciates in people.

“So, how is it living in magical Germany?”

“Not quite different from living in magical England.”

Harry hesitated, “not even with Grindlewald going around?”

To his surprised Angel didn’t look bothered at all as if whatever the fuck Grindlewald was doing was none of her business, which to be fair it isn’t but Harry was hoping for a bigger reaction.

“Come on Harry don’t tell me, you think of him as a threat?”

Harry was honestly taken aback by the statement, “don’t you?”

“He’s just a random guy in his thirties hoping to change the world, in my eyes at least. My aunt works for Evan Grindlewald, even his own family doesn't seem to take him that seriously.

From what I’ve heard he’s a Seer, he saw something in the future that didn’t suit his taste so he wants to change it, I don’t even know why some people think it’s a good idea to follow him.”

If Harry was taken aback earlier, right now he was flabbergasted. “Do you know what he saw? In his vision?”

“Not really, but does it matter what the contents of his vision were? It’s not like the sight is perfectly accurate, one thing or the other will probably go wrong and the end result will probably be totally bonkers.” She let out a sigh. “Why do people even study divination?”

Angel’s exhausted eyes looked up to meet Harry's, she looked like Harry was her only hope. “Harry, You don’t believe this nonsense, do you?”

She was looking at Harry with expectation in her eyes but Harry wasn’t going to give her the answer she wanted. If a baby version of Harry(a Harry that is younger than 80) were to answer this question, his answer would probably be “Yeah! Fuck divination” but after living for so long, he has realized that maybe, just maybe, Divination isn’t complete bullshittery.

no matter what death says, those stars that he is so obsessed with do tell something, future or not.

“Magic works in weird ways, you know.” She let out a groan. “What I am saying is maybe it’s not all wrong”

“Whatever Kumpel, whatever” She said, now completely slumped on the seat. “Well everyone has their own beliefs I guess, you do you. I still think divination is full of shit though.”

“So, you were saying that Grindelwald is not taken that seriously even by his family. What was that about?”

Angel let out another groan, this one was even more painful than the others, “why are you still talking about that Miststuck.” She said her face twisting into an expression of disgust.

Harry never thought there would come a day when he would witness someone call Grindelwald a bitch so openly without even batting an eye, maybe his footing in Europe as a dark lord isn’t that stable yet.

Maybe he should wait a few years before publishing his work…

“All you need to know for today is that the Ministry doesn’t take him that seriously but-” She lowered her voice and leaned a bit towards Harry. “Some idiotic purebloods, the head of Durmstrand and the undersecretary seem to actually, really, respect him, for some reason.”

Harry really wanted to know how she would know such important information. It was clear to him by now that she wasn’t a muggleborn but Moore wasn’t a name from any pureblood families, was the standing of half bloods so high during this era? Why does a literal child know so much about the political connections of a future Dark lord?

Clearly not from her aunt since the Grindelwald she’s working for doesn’t seem to get along with the Grindelwald who might just become Harry’s sort-of-Grandfather-in-law-but-also-maybe-not-since-he-wants-revenge-on-Dumbledore

But then again who knows maybe Angel is an aspiring Dark lord herself and hence she needs connections from a young age and all that, who is he to judge?

Harry decided to change topics and they started talking about Quidditch, according to Angel the Quidditch world cup will be held in spain, april next summer. Harry was honestly a bit curious to see how the world cup has changed over the years, maybe he’ll get to see some legends in flesh.

When the snack trolley arrived Harry picked up some chocolates for himself and Angel got some.. Blood lollipops? Wait, was she a vampire all along? Can a vampire even have the name ‘Angel’?

She probably noticed him staring at her as she raised one of the lollies in his direction, “want one?”

“Aren’t those for vampires?”

She raised an eyebrow at him, “are they? They seem pretty okay to me, I like the flavor really, especially the -A one.”

“...”

“...”

“You really don’t want one?”

“No, I’m okay with these.” He said pointing towards the chocolate frogs

He was joking earlier when he said that Angel can be a Dark lord if she wants, but maybe she can be the best Dark Lord in the century.

Harry tried to imagine her sitting on top of a throne that was placed upon a pile of corpses, drinking the blood of her enemies.

Voldemort could never.

“Do you want one or not? You keep staring at me”

***

Harry Potter met Harry Potter today, seriously a Harry Potter, one that looked almost the same as him(except for the eyes) was standing in front of him, just staring at him. Well Harry was staring at him as well so maybe that makes this situation slightly less weird.

Harry had seen his Great-great grandfather's portrait in the Potter mansion, his looks resembled Harry but as a 11 year he was practically Harry's twin.

Harry was just planning on running and to never look back when the other Harry started to walk in his direction.

“Oh, you have a brother?” He could hear Angel approach him as well, they were originally planning on reuniting at the station after they had both changed clothes but who would’ve thought that he would run into his great-great grandfather.

“I’m the only descendant left of my family” He said, Other Harry was now standing in front of him looking shy and excited at the same time.

“Sure doesn’t look like it.” Angel muttered as she looked between the two of them.

“Are you cousin Dylan? I thought that you would arrive after the first week due to the moving process, I’m Harry, Harry Potter but.. You would have already guessed that…” The other Harry said his head hung low, he really was shy, he kinda reminded Harry of Lily when she was 11.

“Vogeln, you even got the same name…”

Harry just sighed, “You might not believe this but we really aren’t related, I’m Harrison, Harrison Peverell”

Harry seemed a bit taken aback, “oh.. Sorry.. But are you sure you aren’t a Potter?”

“Quite sure”

“Alright then..” Other Harry left just like that, he looked dejected and confused and it seems like he still hadn’t caught up to the ‘Peverell’ yet, or maybe he just didn’t care.

“Should I start calling you Harrison? ‘Harry’ will probably get a bit confusing”

“You don’t care about the fact that I’m a Peverell either?” Seriously, He was Harrison Hades Peverell, of the noble house of Peverell, He was Lord Peverell for Merlin’s sake give him some reaction!

“Oh, I already knew,” Angel said, placing her chin on his shoulder to rest.

Harry is sure his expression conveyed how shocked he was, also a bit offended.

“Kumpel, You’ve been wearing a lordship ring on your hand with the symbol of the hallows, I am not a mentally retarded three year old, I can connect the dots.’

Harry just sighed and started walking towards the great lake, Angel caught up to him and held his hand, He didn’t object.

“I wasn’t able to ask but what house do you think you are gonna be in?”

“Probably Slytherin”

“Me too”

“Nice~!”