Traverse Through the First Year

Harry was, once again, sleeping. It was early in the morning, so it wasn’t in class, this time. He’s had to deal with many things throughout the month, and with his body now transforming itself into its former glory, his energy levels were low. Or was it his body’s future glory? 

Paradoxes.  

Harry’s pillow, Draco, let out a coughing fit, prompting Harry to lift his eyelids. 

“Potter...” Draco’s started once his cough subsided, “Why is the Daily Prophet saying you’ve performed dark magic, I thought we talked about this?” 

Harry pouted at the reminder. He was only suggesting it to the other boy at first, but now he was genuinely curious about what the effects would be if Draco was able to access his magic. 

“ I have a theory, but it requires more research.”  

“ To be honest, my magic isn’t classified by the ministry; so, it technically isn’t dark or light magic.” 

“Ah, so it’s a slander case. Don’t worry, Potter.” Draco smirked at the multi-colored-haired boy, “I’ll write to my father about this.” 

Harry’s eyelids slowly blinked; would Lucius Malfoy be a better lawyer than Death? 

“ I am offended that it’s even a question.”  

It’s a fair question, he has that human genius that you don’t.  

Harry leaned his head back onto the blond, “Sure. I’ll let you handle it.” 

Harry stared at the turban-covered head. Hermione had asked, demanded, that he stay awake for this class period since it’s supposed to be important for their exams. 

“Professor.” Harry’s voice caused the bald man to pause his teaching. “Are you... pregnant?” 

The man’s soul carried another onto it, which could only happen in two cases. One was pregnancy, and the other was possession. 

“I... I... beg your p-pardon, Mr. Potter?”  

“No, the attached soul is an adult, I think. You human's have too many ages which are considered an 'adult'. Which rules out pregnancy. So that means that you’re poss—” 

“Mr. Potter!” The man’s shout was unaccompanied by the usual stutter he possessed, “Detention, tonight after dinner.” 

Harry hummed. 

How foolish.  

The class was silent as the professor continued his lecture. 

“You guys,” Harry looked at his friends who decided to study in the library during lunch that day. “Don’t be alone with the man that wears a turban.” 

The children, including Hailey who had been adopted into the group, glanced at each other once Harry gave no indication of continuing. 

Harry’s eyes watched as the pale man graded papers. The man must have sensed his green eyes as he soon met his stare. 

Pale blue clashed with emerald green. 

Harry felt a gentle nudge against his mental barrier, rousing his curiosity. 

He gently brushed against the intruder, intent on finding who it was. He was met with a soul so fractured and tiny that he almost missed it. Their presence brought a familiarity inside of Harry. 

“Hello, young one.” Harry tapped his soul against the fractured one, careful to not harm it. 

The professor shot up in his chair, red eyes staring at him in surprise. 

“What lovely eyes.” Harry reached his hand over to the, usually, stuttering man, “Was that your soul?” 

The man backed away from him, “What...” 

 “It’s alright, we can talk next time.” Harry took away his hand. 

Don’t get close to him.  

Harry tilted his head as the man, whose eyes returned to blue, dismissed him. 

“How curious. His soul was fated to end up like that.” 

Mr. Potter,  

Your presence is required to attend the hearing of one Sirius Black in the case of his betrayal of your parents; it is believed that you are a star witness in this case and you shall appear before the ministry this Friday afternoon.  

Minister of Magic, Cornelious Fudge.  

Harry frowned at the letter that landed on his meal. His friends immediately voiced their opinions at the audacity that the letter voiced. It didn’t even state the time. 

“It’s ridiculous and my father will hear about it, Potter. The sheer arrogance that they’re showing towards the heir of the Potter house is absolutely confounding. That’s not even mentioning the fact that they threw a member of the noble house of Black into Azkaban without a trial.” 

Harry’s heart constricted painfully in his chest at the blond boy’s words. His head pounded as the barks of a dog and the whispering of the dead filled his ears, a small memory pushing to be remembered, but hidden behind years of carefully placed locks and bars, never to resurface until the soul was ready to heal from the scars it would bring. 

Anger surged from his spirit, having him slam his hands against the table and grip his head in pain. 

The memory continuously pushed, begging him to remember. To remember why he hated this in the first place, why he never wanted to come back. Why did he always avoid asking Death if he could turn back time? 

“ Mast—”  

His magic howled with his pain, the howl of a grim sounding from his screams. Finally, the locks gave way to the memory, grey eyes surfacing on the forefront of his mind as Death’s veil engulfed them. 

“ Master...”  

Green eyes took in the surrounding area, the Forbidden Forest. The trees were toppled over and the soil was overturned as if a tornado had wreaked havoc. 

“ I had to take you away, you would’ve killed everyone with the storm you summoned, as amusing as that would be.”  

“ He’s mine, Death. I don’t care what we have to do, he won’t be taken from me again,” His pale face was coated with the blood that poured from his eyes and nose. “Why did I forget? I swore to myself to never forget his death.” 

“ Your soul was taking too long to heal; you were too attached to the regrets of your past. You did agree to me sealing them until your soul was ready to let go, we didn’t, well I didn’t, expect a human to be attached to something for so long.” Death sighed as he stroked the boy's hair, “ You cared too much as a human, master, you simply were never going to be ready to forget them on your own.”  

“ ...” Harry rubbed his head against the cold fingers, “He’s mine. He won’t leave me again. Handle his trial and... Fate can’t have him.” 

“ Yes, master.”  

Harry ignored the flashing cameras as Death carried him into the building. Originally Dumbledore wanted to take him, but Harry simply told him Death would. Surprisingly, the headmaster was alright with a child following Death to a trial. 

That sounds like a really bad joke...  

The green-eyed boy hummed a song as they were led to the courtroom, wide eyes and whispers following them. 

Death seated them behind Draco’s father, holding a snicker as the man bodily twitched at Death’s presence. The man’s son must have written to him about Harry’s companion. 

“Please be seated so we may proceed.” 

A plump man sat in the middle of the long table of official people. 

“Let the records show that this is the trial of one Sirius Black against the Potters.” 

What? 

Deaths and Harry’s eyes shot towards the man, against who? Who pressed the charges? 

“Excuse me.” 

Everyone’s eyes shot towards Harry as his voice echoed in the hall. 

“Please don’t interrupt the proceedings, sir.” 

“I didn’t press charges against my godfather.” 

“Preposterous, everyone knows Harry Potter—” 

An older woman’s eyes rose from her papers, sliding towards Harry before glancing at the man who spoke. 

“Minister Fudge, the plaintiff is saying he did not press charges. I wish to see the files.” The woman glared at the plump man. 

The man spluttered as she turned her attention back towards Harry. 

“You are Harry Potter?” 

Harry nodded, “Yes ma’am.” 

“You look different than what those books wrote.” 

“We’re currently filing a lawsuit against the authors.” 

The lady nodded in acknowledgment as a young man handed her the files. She ignored the reddening minister as she flipped through the pages. 

“Minister Fudge, are you a fool? You cannot file charges against another for someone else, especially without that person’s knowledge.” She sighed as she rubbed her lightly wrinkled head, “I have half a mind to call this a mistrial and dismiss all charges, but luckily you didn’t screw up so bad that I have to do that. The trial is now Sirius Black against the people. Please proceed.” 

A man with shaggy hair sat at the defendant’s table, his grey eyes staring at Harry with surprise and hope. 

“The accused may give their opening statement.” 

Harry zoned out as the two sides gave their statements. He was ready to just grab Sirius and leave, it was too boring. 

“We call Harry Potter to the stand.” 

He sighed as Death carried him up to the seat. Eyes followed his friend, filled with unasked questions. 

“You are Harry Potter?” His godfather’s lawyer questioned. 

Harry raised an eyebrow, “Yes.” 

“Do you swear to tell the truth in this trial?” 

His emerald eyes trailed upon his uncle in everything but blood, his skinny and pale body bared the weight of everyone’s judgment. His family was worth any price. How troublesome, he could see why Death sealed those memories now. 

“I swear on my magic to tell the truth during the period of my questioning.” Always be specific when swearing with those words. 

Golden dust swirled around him as his oath shackled his magic hostage. He wouldn’t die at least. 

The lawyer gulped in surprise and the courtroom broke out in whispers. The minister raised his voice in objection. 

“This is unprecedented! He should be recalled until the oath goes away, it’s too dangerous for it to be in effect for this trial. Amelia, we can’t honestly allow this.” 

“Unfortunately, minister,” The woman from before, Amelia, voiced. “It is a legitimate vow and is allowed. You would know this if you paid attention to the laws and legislations.” 

The man huffed in embarrassment as he sat back down. 

“Continue, Mr. Meeks.” 

The lawyer nodded as he turned back to Harry, “You are the godson of my client, correct?” 

“Yes.” 

“You have the godparent bond with him, correct?” 

Harry tilted his head, “I believe so. I wasn’t aware that it is what it’s called, but I do have a bond with him. I can feel it.” 

“You,” Mr. Meeks paused, “Can feel the bond? At your age?” 

Harry nodded. 

“Objection!” The opposing lawyer shouted, “A child is so in tune with their magic already? I very much doubt it, it takes years for an adult to master themselves to feel bonds.” 

Amelia frowned at the man, “The child is under a vow to tell the truth, Mr. Olk, it’s simple enough for him to perform a small spell to prove himself. Please do so Mr. Potter.” 

Harry sighed as he held up his hand having the moisture in the air form a small whirlpool in his palm. 

“My, you can do wordless and wandless magic already?” 

Harry played with the water, utterly bored and ready to commit a crime to get this over with. 

“ Patience, master.”  

Green eyes glared at the man in the crowd, causing those near Death to shift and stop their whispering. 

“Ahem,” A woman in pink let out an obnoxious cough, she looked like a toad. “Such magic is much more powerful than any normal spell, is it possible you did something to amplify it, Mr. Potter?” 

Ah, she’s implying he did dark magic. 

“Ms. Toad, I don’t believe I’m on trial here. Not to mention, such words are enough for a slander case to be made.” 

The woman flushed as she glared at him. 

“Right,” Mr. Meeks coughed, “Since the witness has proven he did not lie, it means that he did not lie about having a bond with my client. Which means, that my client would be incapable of harming Mr. Potter.” 

The man’s voice exuded confidence as he spoke. 

“That leads to the conclusion that Sirius Black would not have been able to betray the Potters to He-who-shall-not-be-named. No more questions.” 

“Does the persecution have any questions?” 

Olk stood up from his position next to a fat, greasy man. 

“Yes, Auror Bones.” 

The man stood in front of Harry, “Mr. Potter, have you ever met Mr. Black?” 

“Yes—” 

“You haven’t even—” The lawyer paused, “You’ve met the accused?” 

“I have.” 

“When and where have you met him?” 

Well, that’s an awkward question.  

“ I was much younger then.” 

The man snorted, “So when you were a baby. That’s not what I meant Mr. Potter, please don’t try to twist my words.” 

The man’s smug smirk caused Death to rant in Harry’s mind. 

“I believe, sir, that you know I’m under oath to answer truthfully. You asked if I met him before, seeing as how he’s my godfather then I must have met him before. So, I can only answer that I have. If you had asked me if I met him in recent years, then I would’ve answered no.” 

He hadn’t seen him since billions of years prior, so he’s technically not lying. 

“You would’ve been made aware of that if you had not cut me off before I finished talking.” 

The scribe next to the head table snorted before trying to cover it up by coughing. 

Olk ground his teeth as he smiled at the child, he was smarter than he thought. “So, you don’t know Sirius Black on a personal level? Ah, by that I mean knowing his personality.” 

“Well, that’s a very opinionated question. I know my godfather loves to prank people, but as he grew, he learned not to cross certain lines. I also know he doesn’t like—” Harry paused as his magic tugged on him, “I also know he has a strained relationship with his mother, even though he still loves her. I know who he romantically loves, I also know that he would never do anything to harm me if he could help it. He’s family, Mr. Olk, of course I know him on a personal level.” 

The lawyer paled a little as Harry talked, not having expected his answer. Sirius barked a laugh from his sitting position, causing people to flinch away from him. 

“My godson would never let his family rot, he’s definitely Lily’s boy!” 

Several Aurors held Sirius in his seat as his body shook from his crazy laughter. 

“If that is all, Mr. Black,” Amelia sounded, “You may proceed, Mr. Olk.” 

The man clenched his fists as he nodded. 

“Mr. Potter, if I may, you have been rumored to perform black magic.” 

“Objection!” Sirius’ lawyer stood abruptly, “As my client’s godson has pointed out before, he is not the one on trial and that subject is not relevant to my client’s case.” 

“I believe it is relevant, as I would like to know how Mr. Potter was able to know so much about the accused when he is not listed on the visitor's log, and as his oath has proven, he hasn’t met the man recently.” 

“It’s allowed.” 

The man turned back to Death’s master, triumphally, “Mr. Potter?” 

Harry coldly stared at the man, causing his heart to pound. 

“I have not cast any ‘black’ magic before.” At least, not what your  black magic. 

“Then how, Mr. Potter, did you come to know the defendant?” 

“I had a dream about him once, about how he and my father, and their friends, played pranks in their school years. How he and, another friend Remus Lupin, helped my father romance my mother. How Peter Pettigrew hid behind them and sometimes ratted them out to the professors. I dreamt of how he shined amongst the recruits of Aurors before leaving and joining the fight against Tom Riddle.”  Technically not a lie, Harry did dream of them. Recently at that.

“Tom Riddle?” 

“You might know him as Voldemort.” 

Gasps and screams came from the crowd when he said that name, even the lawyer before him paled. 

“Mr. Potter, please don’t say that name,” Amelia said once the room calmed. 

Harry nodded his agreement. 

“You dreamt of him? Can you prove it?” 

Dark eyebrows rose in annoyance as Harry once again coaxed his magic. He simply changed the lawyer’s light hair into lime green this time. 

Snickers and laughter came from the audience, causing Olk to flush. 

“No more further questions.” 

“The questioned may return to his seat.” 

Harry yawned as Death carried him back to their spot, falling into a nap as the trial continued. Death would handle anything that came up. 

Sirius Black found Innocent! Harry Potter a possible type of seer? Who’s the hot devil who carries the young Potter heir?  

On October 4 th , 1991 the trial of Sirius Black, the heir of the Noble and Ancient House of Black, was held. During the proceedings, it was originally supposed to be Black against the Potters, but it was found that Harry Potter never brought charges against the Black heir.  

Minister Fudge, out of the goodness of his heart, brought charges against the man for Mister Potter, but the young man protested out of love for his godfather.  

It was then changed to Black vs The People, while also being a trial of Black vs Pettigrew. Yes, dear readers, you read that right. Peter Pettigrew, a hero who was given an Order of Merlin, is actually alive. He was found to be hiding in his Animagus form, a grey rat with a missing toe, posing as a pet for two young boys. They shall not be mentioned due to being underaged, but we at the Daily Prophet send out our heartfelt wishes to the young men who were preyed upon by this devious man.  

That’s correct, devious man. As the trial went forth, it was found that the man was the actual betrayer. He set up the Black heir, who was beloved by many women and men before he was arrested and framed for all of his crimes.  

You may be asking yourself a very important question, and yes, that does mean that Sirius Black was never a supporter of You-Know-Who, but it was Peter Pettigrew. It was he who betrayed the Potter family and orphaned one, Harry Potter.  

On the topic of the Potter heir, during the trial, he let out some startling facts that have alerted many in this office. He has not, contrary to the rumor stated by Rita Skeeter, practiced black magic. He’s simply that powerful at such a young age.  

Before many of you question this, young Harry Potter had vowed on his magic to not lie during the trial and was asked the very question when he let it known that he knew Sirius Black. As such, many of you know that if he lied then he would have lost his very magic, but not only did he not lose it he even performed highly complex spells. It was truly a sight to behold, dear readers.  

When pressed on the matter of knowing the accused, at the time, the innocent boy blinked tears as he described how he dreamed of his father and his friends during their youth. Now this , dear readers, is a very interesting fact. Let those of us who took divination bring ourselves back to our school days and crack open our books for a second.  

Divination, the act of seeing into the future, was seen as a joke by many when it was time to draw cards or look into tea leaves. However, there was a little fact hidden in our books that most of us ignored. Seers, my lovely readers, while extremely rare, were able to see the past, future, and present. Not only that, but they were also able to see into the soul and intentions of others.  

They were something that couldn’t be taught but were born. They were described as highly intelligent and beautiful beings who were revered by many and sought after by those in power. It led to the death of many as they were mostly held in captivity. So, with the evidence collected thus far, it is with great certainty that I declare Harry Potter a Seer.  

Fear not for the child being hunted down by the ministry, there is now a law that protects Seers from the hands of others. If you check Article 17, line 40, it states: “ Those who hold the power of a Seer are to be protected by their country’s government and to be allowed freedom of the hands of said government or any private or public persons. They are to live the lives they wish, having the same rights as any magic being.”  

Another secret that our beloved Hogwarts student has been keeping is the dashing man that has been seen carrying him around. See below for a picture of the man and Harry Potter.  

A tall man, with white hair and emerald eyes, held a child. His face was only half shown, but you could still see how handsome he was. 

Dear readers, with those matching eyes, it almost looks like a father and son pair. If I didn’t know any better, I would hedge my bets on them being brothers if they weren’t father and son.  

Is this a possible relative on the young Potter’s mother’s side? Or could he be a distant relative on the father’s side?  

Whatever the case may be, the man has been rising in popularity as single witches and wizards have been striving to get to know the man, but it seems the white-haired fox is not interested in starting a relationship as his attention seems to solely be on the child in his arms.  

This has been a pleasure, my dear readers, Jenny Bowler signing off.  

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“Potter, why are you on the front page again?” 

Harry glanced at the blond Slytherin over his own paper, “I blame Death. He didn’t pay off the paper.” 

“ Apologies, master. I shall endeavor to next time.”  

“ Harry, you can’t blame Death for everything.” Hermione, the voice of reason, interjected herself into his well-reasoned fantasy. 

“Of course I can, I’m his master.” 

Five visible, and two invisible, eyes stared at him blankly. 

“Harry, that’s rude...” Neville stammered. 

Ron wrinkled his nose at him as he continued eating, while Hailey simply nodded at his words. Hermione sighed and Draco patted the green-eyed boy on the shoulder proudly. 

“ Master, I sometimes hate you.”  

He’s not wrong.  

“ Anyways, are you going to see Black soon? Our essays are due Monday, so don’t forget to finish them up.” Draco tapped his plate to get his attention. 

“Essays?” 

Harry blinked innocently at the disbelief that filled his friends’ eyes. 

Harry ignored the glowering of Hermione and Draco as his magic filled the parchment according to his thoughts. 

“I feel like this should be cheating.” 

“I can’t tell you how much I do not care that this is even slightly unfair, I am not writing eight essays in a day.” 

“Harry!” 

Harry was lifted from Death’s arms and spun around by his godfather. 

“How’s my favorite godson?” 

“Do you have another godson?” 

“Nope.” 

“I’m fine. How’s my favorite godfather?” Harry poked the older man’s cheek. 

“I’m much better now that I’m out of that place. Listen, Harry, I hate to do this so soon, but we gotta talk pup.” 

Harry nodded Sirius brought him into a dark, dusty house. A man with light brown hair and scars greeted them in the kitchen. 

“Hello Harry, I’m—” 

“Remus Lupin, I know. Don’t worry about the werewolf thing either, I don’t think there’s anything that I don’t know about you guys.” 

The two men coughed after a moment of silence. 

“Who likes hot chocolate? I like hot chocolate, Kreacher!” Sirius bellowed, “Prepare us four cups of hot chocolate. 

A pop sounded in the kitchen as an old house-elf appeared. 

“Dirty master be’s letting ins filthy creatures—” The elf paused as he took in the presence of Harry and Death. “Oh, bad master brought’s important guests. Kreacher greets Death and his Master, he does. Mistress would be’s so happy’s that we’s have such guests.” 

Kreacher pops away to make the mug of chocolate. 

“Death...” Sirius breathed heavily. 

“...and his master?” Remus continued with the same tone. 

“Surprise?” 

Death coughed at Harry’s comment. 

“So, let me get this straight. You originally lived through this world, everyone you loved started... dying. Including me and Remus...” Sirius poured fire whiskey into his mug. “Then, you died and met Dumblefuck who ordained for your death. You two talked, then Death popped in and said, ‘You’re my master, so suck it Dumbles.’ Next, you traveled through different worlds, or universes, whatever, for billions upon billions of years until Death got bored and you ended up here.” 

“Ordained, Siri?” 

“Yes Remus, I know big words.” 

“That’s not what ‘ordained’ means.” 

“...shut up. Not the point.” The dark-haired man blushed at his friend’s words. 

“Basically what happened, yeah. Skipped over his idiotic death last month, how he’s not gonna let you two die, probably bring his parents back, and the fact that he’s not keeping his mouth shut about anything, but yeah. That’s about it.” Death poked Harry’s side as he spoke.  

Sirius stared at the two immortals, “I need something stronger...” 

“Wait, not let us die? Harry...” 

Harry stood up from his spot in Death’s arms and walked out of the room. 

“Human emotions, gross. A new body does that, though. Especially him remembering everything about the past.” 

“Did I hear something about bringing James and Lily back to life?” 

Death grinned as he drank the chocolate goodness in his hands, he was going to enjoy working on that. Stealing from Fate was always fun. 

“Wait a bloody moment, ‘died’!? 

Harry sighed against Draco’s back. Siri and Remy, as he had taken to calling Sirius and Remus, had finally started to wrap their heads around their new immortality and had taken a protective stance towards his recklessness. 

He was no longer allowed to die; else they would take away his chocolate privileges. Demons. 

“Potter, as much as I think you’re adorable that doesn’t mean you can keep poking my sides like that.” 

“Adults are mean, Draco. Also, call me Harry.” 

“Suffer.” 

Harry paused as Hermione ran past him in tears, he was on his way to Ron’s and her class to go to dinner together. Something tugged on the back of his mind, telling him something was wrong. 

“Ronald Weasley, why is our friend crying?” Harry’s cold eyes fell on the red-head. 

“She’s a bossy know-it-all. She isn’t our friend either.” 

“Is that what you told her? Did you tell her that none of us liked her, that she was alone? How dare you, Ronald Weasley.” Harry’s voice caused the boy to pale, “If this is how you act, then I prefer Hermione’s company of yours. For your sake, I hope you wise up before that attitude causes irreparable damage.” 

Harry tilted his head, his long hair swaying with his anger-induced magic. 

“Fred, George.” He called as they appeared from whatever prank they were planning nearby, “I believe you should write to your mother about your brother’s behavior.” 

The twins watched as the tiny boy walked, no, he practically stormed away as the other students made way for him. They certainly would be writing to their mother from what they heard from that conversation. 

“Wow, I didn’t know you were such a person Weasley. Maybe my father was correct in the beginning.” 

“Shut it, Malfoy!” 

The pale boy snorted as he followed after Harry. 

“Mr. Weasley,” Professor Snape drawled, “May I ascertain the whereabouts of your little group? It is dinner time and they appear to be unaccounted for.” 

Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick were behind him, also wanting to know where their wayward wards were. 

The boy flushed at the question, not sure how to answer without getting into trouble. 

“TROLL!” A shout interrupted his answer, “Troll in the dungeons! I thought you ought to know.” The professor that wore a turban fainted afterward. 

Ron paled drastically as the teachers started ordering the students, weren’t his friends in that direction? 

“Granger, as much as Harry loves you, I don’t think we can enter the girl's bathroom—” Draco paused his sentence, “Harry, for the love of Merlin. Stop ignoring the rules!” 

“Suffer, Draco.” 

Hailey and Neville giggled as they followed the other boy’s lead. 

“Eat slugs, Potter.” 

“What happened to ‘Harry’?” 

“Suffer.” 

Hermione giggled from her stall, “You should listen to Draco, Harry. This is the lady’s room.” 

“I can pull off an amazing woman, Hermione.” 

Just to have her laugh more, he transfigured his pants into a skirt, “See, now we match.” 

She giggled and opened to stall door. 

“You’re much prettier than any guy anyways, Madam Potter.” 

“Why thank you, Madam Granger.” 

Harry didn’t even glance as he turned the other boy’s pants into skirts as well, “No boys allowed. Which means no boy uniforms, lads.” 

“I pull this off better than any of you.” 

“Harry pulls this off better...” Neville whispered. 

“Definitely voting Harry here.” Hailey nodded. 

Hermione simply raised her eyebrows towards the young boy. 

“I hate that you’re right.” 

They all smiled as Hermione stepped out of the stall, wrapping her arms around them in a group hug. 

“Weasley is an idiot and doesn’t deserve your help until he bloody well gets his head out of his arse.” 

“Language, Draco.” 

“English, Granger.” 

Their short moment was disrupted by a loud roar and a gross smell. 

Harry narrowed his eyes and herded the other children behind him and into one of the stalls. A troll had entered without him noticing. He was getting too soft. 

“ Master?”  

“ I can handle it.” 

“Harry, that’s a troll . They’re magic resistant, let’s just wait in here until a professor comes...” Hermione whispered harshly. 

The troll smashed its way into the bathroom, hitting a sink along the way, it smelt the fear rolling off of the children. Hailey whimpered as she clenched her hand in Hermione’s shirt. The two boys shielded them behind Harry. 

“Harry! Guys! I know I said something mean, but there’s a troll in the dungeons; we have to...” Ron trailed off as he saw the scene in front of him. 

Of all the...  

Harry clicked his tongue as the creature turned its attention onto the Weasley. 

“Ron, get back!” Harry shouted, forcing his magic to pull the boy to him, away from the incoming attack. 

He had to protect them, had to... had to... he had to kill this creature . 

Breathing deeply, Harry stared at the massive beast. He ignored the professors who, once again, arrived late. His icy eyes stared into rageful ones as its club bounced off an invisible shield every time it swung at Harry. 

Dark hair fluttered out of its bun, its length growing as his eyes glowed from his power. “Close your eyes.” 

His friends clenched their eyes shut as they hugged each other. 

He raised his hand, pointing at the troll’s head, “Die.” 

The troll’s head burst, splattering its blood everywhere. It even landed on Harry’s face. The professors stared, once again being awestruck by the boy called Harry Potter. 

His wavy hair fell to the ground as he slowly brought his magic back in, until he coughed up blood, bending over and leaning against the stall wall. 

Large hands enveloped him and Draco. 

“Fools, why didn’t you run!? What were you even doing out here in the first place? You should’ve been inside the great hall, eating!” 

Professor Snape’s eyes glinted as he shouted at them. He sighed as they just stared at him, “So much like Lily...” 

“Fifty points from Gryffindor for saying such things about your fellow classmate.” Snape snapped at the red-head. 

Ron hung his head in shame, “I’m sorry for saying that ‘Mione, I was so frustrated for not getting the spell right and let my anger get to me.” 

Hermione nodded, letting him know he was forgiven. 

“However, a hundred and fifty points for each of you for standing together and coming to your friends' aid; and another hundred points for taking down a mountain troll in defense of your friends. You should all be proud of yourselves, but don’t make it a habit of fighting mountain trolls.” The headmaster nodded to them. 

“They were lucky that one of them was able to fight.” 

“ RONALD WEASLEY! HOW DARE YOU SAY SUCH THINGS ABOUT YOUR FRIEND!” A red envelope yelled at the great hall a couple of days after the Hallowe’en incident, “ YOU’RE LUCKY THAT GIRL WAS WILLING TO FORGIVE YOU. Thank you, Harry dear, for helping him realize his mistake. You should come over for Christmas if you and your family have nothing planned. AND YOU, RONALD WEASLEY, YOU BETTER HOPE TO MERLIN I’M MORE FORGIVING ABOUT THIS WHEN YOU COME HOME!”  

As the red paper tore itself to shreds, Harry turned towards the flushed boy, “How fascinating, I like your mum.” 

“Of course you would, bloody mother hens.” Ron sulked and ate his food, grumbling when Hermione pinched him for his insult towards Harry. “Bloody women— Ow!” 

“Speaking of mother hens, did any of you notice the limp Professor Snape had?” Ron pointed his fork at Hermione, who hit him for his earlier comment, ready to guard against her. 

“Of course I did, and I know why.” Harry responded, “He went to make sure the philosopher stone didn’t get stolen.” 

“Philosopher stone!?” Ron shouted, “How do you figure that?” 

“Well, it’s easy enough for me to sense when it’s nearby. It deals with lengthening someone’s soul limit after all.” 

“I hate your abilities sometimes.” 

“Suffer.” 

“POTTER!” Draco’s voice shouted from the dining hall’s entrance. 

“Harry, your future husband is calling for you.” Hailey piped from her book. 

“Future husband?” 

“He is the one who spoils you the most.” Hermione put more vegetables on his plate once he ate his eggs. 

“ Why are you on the front page, again!?”  

“ Well, Draco darling, I am considered a celebrity and do a lot of weird and crazy things that you wizards, witches, and non-binary sorcerers haven’t even thought of.” Harry shrugged and went with the two girl’s joke. 

“Darling—” Draco flushed before throwing the paper at him, “Forget that. Why are they saying that you’re the next Merlin? The Bringer of Light? Defender of the witches and wizards?” 

“If anything, I would be a bringer of darkness, wouldn’t I?” Harry frowned as he read the paper. “It’s just talking about me murdering a troll, what’s so good about that? I literally killed a sentient being. Don’t you humans generally not condone murder?” 

“Harry, the wizarding world doesn’t see killing creatures as m-murder,” Neville explained. 

Harry stared at the boy, horrified, “Then what do they call killing each other?” 

“Mu-murder...” 

Harry frowned, “What’s the difference?” 

The other four children sighed as Hermione started explaining to the emerald-eyed boy. 

We need to get out more, apparently.  

Harry draped across Siri’s lap, reading a novel about a witch who murdered her husbands, but she only murdered those who were abusive and was currently trying to hide her past from her new detective husband; whom she thought was an abusive man, but was just cold on the outside and soft on the inside. How funny, she fell in love with him too. 

“Harry, as much as we love you hanging with us old men,” Remus started, “But shouldn’t you be doing your homework before it catches up with you?” 

Harry stared blankly at the man, “Don’t worry, Remy. I learned my lesson and do it the day it’s assigned.” 

“Hey pup, tiny question that’s been on my mind, but how come you just didn’t follow our souls in their reincarnations? Or even bring us to life back then?” Sirius looked at a very interesting wall, he should redecorate. 

“It doesn’t quite work like that, as much as I would want it to. When you’re reincarnated, unless you’ve committed a grave crime against the heaven’s morals, you aren’t the same person. You’re reborn in every sense, so while you’re the same soul, the you now wouldn’t be you after. You could even change gender, let alone become a complete psychopath.” 

Harry flipped to the next page, “Back then, I wasn’t powerful enough to go against the Fate that existed. Now that Fate has changed, switched to a different needle to say, I could very well obliterate them without question. Of course, that wouldn’t do much besides just having Fate change again. Not to mention, my memories were sealed so I could move on. It’s a little unfortunate that I could explode the planet due to an emotional outburst if a particularly painful memory pops up, but I could just fix that after.” 

“Right...” His godfather muttered, “Watch out for tantrum outbursts—Ow!” 

“Bad Siri, bad parenting!” 

“Ow! Remy, stop! This is violence against animals!” 

“You’re human, Siri!” 

Harry sipped his juice while leaning against Draco, “Siri wants to invite your family for Christmas.” 

The other boy spat out his juice, coughing, as he tried to speak. “Uncle Sirius wants to invite us?” 

Harry hummed, “Yep. I’m having him invite Professor Snape too since he’s your godfather.” 

“I don’t want to know how you know that.” 

“Probably a good idea.” 

The blond huffed a sigh, “I’ll write to my mother, Merlin knows my father won’t agree unless she talks to him.” 

“He’s whipped.” 

“Of course he is, mother would never marry a man she couldn’t wrap around her finger.” 

“That sounds terrifying, I like her already.” 

“I figured you would— Ow!” Draco pulled his fingers away, before putting them back in the other boy’s hair. 

“Whipped— that hurt.” Green eyes glared at the boy who flicked his forehead. 

How nauseating.  

“Oh hush, you find it cute.”  

Let the records show that Harry Potter did not agree to this. He was perfectly fine in his bed during the weekend. He had no plans, no needless adventures, he was warm and comfortable inside his cocoon, 

Until he was dogpiled by a bunch of eleven-year-olds and pestered into a snowball fight. He made it perfectly clear that he was not happy about being woken up at eight in the morning on a Saturday. 

“ Hush master, be a child for a little. Morality knows that you weren’t one before.”  

So, there Harry sat with a mug of chocolate. He was bundled warmly with sweaters and a scarf as he watched everyone playing with the icy snow. He almost fell back into a nap when he was hit in the face with coldness. 

The twins had thrown a snowball at him from Merlin knows where. 

“Oh...” Neville hid behind Ron with Hailey. 

“Uh oh.” Hermione ducked behind Draco. 

“Potter, don’t do anything drastic...” The silver-eyed Slytherin backed away from the still figure. 

The snow slowly slid off his face to reveal a blank face. Dark hair quickly rose from his body, along with snow forming into ball shapes. 

“It’s nothing drastic, Draco dear. I just don’t play fair.” 

Squeals and screams filled the courtyard as the other children, and some innocent bystanders got chased by flying snowballs. 

“POTTER! Watch the hair!” Draco dodged behind a wall, “What happened to you being an apathetic, lazy bastard? I miss those days.” 

Harry frowned as he went back to sitting down, what did the blond mean by asking that? Was he implying that he cared now? 

A chill traveled down his spine, followed by the whispers of incoming deaths that warned of irreparable damage. 

“I don’t like being cheated, Master of Death.”  

Pale lips dipped deeper, green eyes colder than the wind that blew past his skin. 

He was in the owlery, listening to complaining of the feathered animals 

“Fate,” he growled. “They’re mine now, I already marked them.” 

"Not everyone that you care about.” The voice giggled, invisible arms wrapping around his shoulders, “ You always did assume that your heart shriveled up and died, it’s why you pushed me away after so long.”  

“I pushed you away because you’re as cold-hearted as your chosen.” 

Nails dug into his skin, causing blood to travel down his arm. 

“Now, now. No need for such words,” They grabbed his face, forcing him to look into familiar violet eyes. “We had so much fun together. The power couple of the deities, forcing others to bow from our combined forces. Even my master finally looked at me when you came into the picture.”  

“You always did want her attention. Never could accept that she didn’t actually care who became Fate or if you were ever replaced. Did she still pay attention to you after I left? Still grace you with her favor?” Harry smirked at the glowering the other showed. 

A sharp sting crossed his face as their nails tore his skin with their slap. 

“ Fate, I warned you not to touch my master again.”  

“Oh, Death. Still at his beck and call, huh? You never were one to not spoil him. So much so that you even ignored me after he left. Am I so insignificant?”  

“ Yes.”  

The being snarled at them as Death tended to Harry’s cheek. 

“ You brought it upon yourself, Fate. You had his attention before you took them away, and you would have kept it if you didn’t screw up. Now, leave my master’s dream. He has class tomorrow.”  

“Heh, class. Are you having fun playing with time? Do keep in mind that I’m always watching, my love.”  

Harry sighed as he leaned against Death. “I thought immortality would do away with obsessive exes.” 

“ I did warn you that no matter how many times the role of ‘Fate’ changed, they’re always a bitch.”  

“ Death...” 

“Yes, my master?”  

“ Am I... becoming attached to someone else?” 

“ I cannot answer that, master. That’s something you need to realize by yourself.”  

Harry clicked his tongue, “Should’ve never let you read those psychology books.”